Read Online Wired (Skinned, Book 3) by Robin Wasserman - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Robin Wasserman
Tags: Fiction, General, Family & Relationships, Science-Fiction, All Ages, Children's Books, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Science Fiction; Fantasy; & Magic, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 10-12), Social Issues, Friendship, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Social Issues - Friendship, Mysteries; Espionage; & Detective Stories
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memorial to the fallen, windows that peered out on a sanitized corner of a flood zone, a shadowy city buried beneath the sea. I hadn't been inside the museum since I was a kid--Riley and I always skirted its edge, walking the shore until we found ourselves alone with the water, its algae-slickened surface reflecting the clouds. Where the sky meets the sky. And always, on our way back to the car, dripping and content, we passed the sculpted glass antelope, memorial to the city's forgotten
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victims. I'd paused to read the inscription only once, that first time, but the words must have etched themselves somewhere in my memory, and a network search confirmed my suspicions: "In the midst of our human sorrow, let us never lose sight of the greater tragedy: the death of millions, innocent victims of civilization. As cities fall, may nature rise again."
A mile past human sorrow, where nature rises again ; I knew where to find him.
I wanted to be wrong. Because that was our place, Riley's and mine. Riley had told me that he'd never brought anyone else there, not even Jude. He wasn't supposed to know how much it meant to Riley, that it was the place he went to be alone--and now, the place he went to be with me.
But that was the thing about Jude, as he so loved reminding us: He had a way of knowing things. Especially things he wasn't supposed to know. Those were his favorites.
I dropped a text at the anonymous zone. I figured it out.
The return message came a few seconds later, in the mouth of a cartoonish avatar, its sad puppy eyes and floppy puppy ears a mismatch with the lizardlike torso and dragon tail. It looked like the kind of av you build yourself when you're getting started on the network, designing a zone with all the features of the fantasy world in your head, making up for the increasing drabness of real life. Like this was a game. Tonight, seven p.m. The puppy-lizard chirped, in a songbird voice, "I'll be the strikingly handsome fellow with the charming smile."
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And I'll be sick, I thought.
But I knew I would go.
I had never been there at night, and I'd never been there without Riley. Without him, without the sun glinting off the glass spires and shimmering on the water, without the crowds of orgs pretending to mourn, it felt like somewhere else. Somewhere new.
I scaled the fence that separated the tourist area from the wilderness, and padded softly down to the water. There was no reason to think that Jude would meet me at the same spot I always met Riley, but it was about a mile out from the Windows of Memory, a mile from "human suffering." So that's where I would begin. I'd had visions of Jude laying an ambush for me, emerging from the water like some kind of mutant swamp monster, just to hear me scream. If he was hiding, he'd hidden himself well; the coastline was deserted.
It was too dark to see the horizon. The ocean stretched into sky, and standing on the edge of it was like looking over a cliff into nothingness. I imagined what it would be like, wading into the dark water and floating above the silent city of death, with its frozen cars and grinning corpses. Floating away into the vast nothing.
I'd never been one to fear monsters crawling out of the dark--but I couldn't turn my back on the lapping waves. I edged backward up the shore.
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And bumped right into him.
So he got to hear me scream after all.
I whirled around. "What the hell are you trying to-- Riley? "
"Hey." He didn't look surprised to see me. "Did I scare you?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh, you told me to meet you here?"
"I did?"
"You didn't?"
"Tell me exactly what 'I' said."
"You told me to pick you up here, and then gave me some coordinates to program into the car for wherever we're going next. You said it was a surprise."
"That didn't seem kind of ... weird?"
Riley shrugged. "I don't know. I figured it was some kind of romantic ... something. A girl thing."
"Girl thing?" I gave him a light smack on the shoulder.
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victims. I'd paused to read the inscription only once, that first time, but the words must have etched themselves somewhere in my memory, and a network search confirmed my suspicions: "In the midst of our human sorrow, let us never lose sight of the greater tragedy: the death of millions, innocent victims of civilization. As cities fall, may nature rise again."
A mile past human sorrow, where nature rises again ; I knew where to find him.
I wanted to be wrong. Because that was our place, Riley's and mine. Riley had told me that he'd never brought anyone else there, not even Jude. He wasn't supposed to know how much it meant to Riley, that it was the place he went to be alone--and now, the place he went to be with me.
But that was the thing about Jude, as he so loved reminding us: He had a way of knowing things. Especially things he wasn't supposed to know. Those were his favorites.
I dropped a text at the anonymous zone. I figured it out.
The return message came a few seconds later, in the mouth of a cartoonish avatar, its sad puppy eyes and floppy puppy ears a mismatch with the lizardlike torso and dragon tail. It looked like the kind of av you build yourself when you're getting started on the network, designing a zone with all the features of the fantasy world in your head, making up for the increasing drabness of real life. Like this was a game. Tonight, seven p.m. The puppy-lizard chirped, in a songbird voice, "I'll be the strikingly handsome fellow with the charming smile."
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And I'll be sick, I thought.
But I knew I would go.
I had never been there at night, and I'd never been there without Riley. Without him, without the sun glinting off the glass spires and shimmering on the water, without the crowds of orgs pretending to mourn, it felt like somewhere else. Somewhere new.
I scaled the fence that separated the tourist area from the wilderness, and padded softly down to the water. There was no reason to think that Jude would meet me at the same spot I always met Riley, but it was about a mile out from the Windows of Memory, a mile from "human suffering." So that's where I would begin. I'd had visions of Jude laying an ambush for me, emerging from the water like some kind of mutant swamp monster, just to hear me scream. If he was hiding, he'd hidden himself well; the coastline was deserted.
It was too dark to see the horizon. The ocean stretched into sky, and standing on the edge of it was like looking over a cliff into nothingness. I imagined what it would be like, wading into the dark water and floating above the silent city of death, with its frozen cars and grinning corpses. Floating away into the vast nothing.
I'd never been one to fear monsters crawling out of the dark--but I couldn't turn my back on the lapping waves. I edged backward up the shore.
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And bumped right into him.
So he got to hear me scream after all.
I whirled around. "What the hell are you trying to-- Riley? "
"Hey." He didn't look surprised to see me. "Did I scare you?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh, you told me to meet you here?"
"I did?"
"You didn't?"
"Tell me exactly what 'I' said."
"You told me to pick you up here, and then gave me some coordinates to program into the car for wherever we're going next. You said it was a surprise."
"That didn't seem kind of ... weird?"
Riley shrugged. "I don't know. I figured it was some kind of romantic ... something. A girl thing."
"Girl thing?" I gave him a light smack on the shoulder.
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