Extinction (28 page)

And an unarticulated thought rushed through his mind, red like a hundred-foot stop sign.

!!!

Meyer surfaced, whipped his head around, and saw what Piper must have seen from the other side: a Nile crocodile, its snout long and narrow, swimming by like a log with yellow eyes. But the thing was either fighting the current or riding it like a roller coaster and didn’t even pause.

Meyer’s pounding heart receded, trying to feel okay so Piper would know the crocodile had let him be.
 
He looked inward, pausing his task, to summon the serenity that came fastest when he recalled their marriage, when they had slept so soundly, side by side.
 

And with the image in his head, he tried to think back at Piper:
I’m okay. I’m —
 

But the crocodile wasn’t what Piper she’d tried to warn him about.
 

Meyer dove beneath the surface as a huge sheet of metal came directly at him. The current had its bulk and was tugging it downstream, turning slightly as the middle moved faster and the edges dragged nearer to shore. He heard a crunch as the thing struck the dock.
 

It wedged to a stop. He looked up at the thing — heart beating in earnest — and moved around it to surface for air. Time was short. He needed to free the sub then get them all to claw their way over on the line he’d dragged and strung across the river.
 

But Meyer went for daylight, and came up short, somehow restrained at the waist.

The sheet metal had pinned itself against his end of the rope, resting overhead, holding him under the surface like an anchor.

CHAPTER 32

“Kamal. It’s Mara.”
 

“You don’t have to introduce yourself, Mara. I can see you.”
 

“I didn’t know if you could see me. Maybe the Internet isn’t working.”
 

“The Internet stopped working a long time ago, Mara.”
 

“The Ember Flats net. You know what I mean.”
 

“Can you not see
me?”

“I see you fine.”
 

“Then please. Tell me who I am, and introduce yourself again. I think there’s a chance for confusion.”
 

Mara almost had a retort for Kamal’s smart mouth but discarded it immediately. It was far too grim and far too true for words: that he sure was sarcastic for a guy about to die by drowning.
 

“They’re probably watching this, you know.”

Mara nodded. Kamal was saying to watch what she said about plans to hook up with the other viceroys on their secure channel. Mara herself wasn’t going to make that rendezvous, but with luck Meyer and his group
might
. Humanity had few chances left — but this could be one, if the secret could truly be kept from the Astrals.

“I know. It’s okay. I’m just checking in.”
 

There was a long silence, her question’s weight hanging between them: checking in to see how he felt, knowing the caps were melting, that titanic waves were obliterating the north as nothing refroze, and that once the vessel was full and floating, Kamal would be breathing his final breaths.
 

“Things are fine here, but I’m turning your room into a tanning salon if you’re not coming back.”

“I meant — ”

“Or maybe an aquarium,” Kamal interrupted.
 

Mara sort of shrugged:
What am I supposed to say to a joke like that?

“It is what it is, Mara. You have a job to do, and it’s important.”
 

“I don’t want it, Kamal. I’m deciding who lives or dies.”
 

“Don’t think of it as choosing who doesn’t make it. Think only of the people you’re saving. Have you ever heard the starfish parable?”
 

“Maybe.”
 

Onscreen, Kamal situated himself as if settling in. “I’ll make it quick because I know Big Muscular Brother is probably looking over your shoulder and tapping his foot. Kid is walking down the beach, and a storm washed a shit ton of starfish onto the sand. They’re all slowly drying out in the sun. And the kid is picking a few up here and there, over and over, and tossing them back in to save them. So an old man walks by and sees him doing this, and he looks along the long beach with all its starfish and says, ‘Hey, kid. There are a billion starfish out here. What you’re doing isn’t making a bit of difference.’ And the kid, he picks one up. He holds it in front of the old man then wings it out into the surf. And he says, ‘It made a difference to that one.’”
 

“Yeah, I’ve heard — ”

“I know you’re a
realist
.” He said it like
booger
. “But you don’t get to win this argument with me. It might be our last one.”
 

Mara sighed, nodded, and finally said, “You know, if you’d been as sage, as immature, and as stupidly irreverent around Peers Basara and Jeanine Coffey as you are around me in private, maybe they wouldn’t have beaten you up.”
 

“I try to bury my personality and maintain a professional front. My boss is a realist.”
 

Mara looked away, blinking. She wasn’t usually emotional, but this was all so sad. Too tragic. None of it fair.
 

“Look, Mara, it’s the fate you’ve been handed. Maybe it’d have been easier on you if the vessel had been open seating like you’d originally thought, and everyone had just fought and killed each other to get on and stay there. But from where I’m sitting, the Astrals made it better for everyone else while making it harder for you. They’ve got your back whether you want it or not. Nobody’s boarding that ship without your code and permission. So, yeah, you have to conduct a lottery, and maybe that makes you feel like you’re playing God. But boo-fucking-hoo for Mara Jabari. In a few hours at most, I’ll be drinking gallons of water.”
 

“Kamal, that’s not — ”

“I’ve been watching the feeds from here. It’s dry and cozy. The sump pumps you installed must be top-notch. I’m good until the seals fail or water reaches the vents. This is how I get to save my own share of starfish, but in order for me to do what I must, you’ve got to do your part without bumming me out. So fuck you for wanting to deprive me of my duty now.”
 

Mara nodded. “Okay.”
 

“Now that the Astral patrols are back to assist the lottery process and have stopped shooting everyone willy-nilly, the city is more or less behaving. People seem to understand that if there’s pushing and shoving they’ll be shot or eaten by the nearest Reptar. The rioting and killing has stopped. If the city records they gave you to select your fellow travelers were accurate when you got them, they’re probably still accurate now.”

“I’ll try getting them to let me stay. We can hang out together, you and me.”
 

Kamal’s face became serious. “Mara,
no
. You might know more about the Astrals than anyone alive. Your Initiate … ” He stopped, seeming to remember their conversation probably wasn’t secure, then tiptoed around the viceroys’ covert plans. “Knew a lot and did a lot of figuring things out. Not to sound like a cliché, but humanity needs you.”
 

She considered protesting then decided she couldn’t win and let it go.
 

“Just do your best to choose the best and brightest. They’re going to destroy the planet, Mara. The big ship is already at the southern ice cap, so it’s only a matter of time before Egypt gets flooded from both ends. Soon we’ll be a big swimming pool, just like Kevin Costner predicted years ago.”

“Who?”

“Didn’t you ever see that old movie
Waterworld
?”

“No.”

“Good. Don’t. It’s terrible.”

Mara almost laughed. She was going to miss Kamal.

“They said all the capitals would get vessels. You told me yourself they never totally sent us into extinction before. They erase the old societies but leave a seed to try the human experiment again once the world has been washed clean. You’ll live, and so will those you select. And the people on the
other
vessels will live. I guess maybe the flood will eventually recede as it did for Noah, and you can begin anew. But it’s still not a lot of people, Mara. Choose carefully. You’re a scientist. So I need you to promise that you won’t flinch from this. Okay? It’s a poor aide’s dying wish.”
 

“Kamal … ”
 

“The shape of humanity to come, Mara. It’s up to you.”

The screen went blank.
 

And there were footsteps behind Mara. She turned, angry to have been cut off from Kamal, presumably forever. A shout was on her lips. But it was Divinity behind her, and she’d already learned that with Divinity, shouting never did any good.
 

“The time to choose survivors is now,” Divinity said. “The end of this epoch has come.”
 

CHAPTER 33

“
He’s stuck somehow!”
 

Kindred watched Piper’s mood flip from alarm to relief to babbling incoherence then back to alarm (bleeding into red, dripping panic) in seconds. He saw every nuance of each fascinating change.
 

“Go help him, Kindred!”
 

But the body pushing past Piper to find the rising river water was Lila’s, not Kindred’s. He stood there like a slack-jawed bystander as she struck his side in a run, dove headfirst, and vanished in the brown flow before surfacing with one hand barely grasping the rope Meyer had dragged behind for the rest of them to cross. He’d tied it off on his end, both to secure it and to protect himself lest something snag it in the middle and not drag Meyer away. But according to Piper he’d somehow managed to get trapped anyway, and just watching her was its own feast of emotion. She was by the Nile bank with her chest heaving, mouth open in the rain, hand on her breast, now equally terrified for Lila and Meyer.

“GO! THEY’RE BOTH GOING TO DROWN!”
 

Piper shoved him. Something stirred as he watched her, still fascinated. Kindred didn’t precisely feel a sense of concern — more like a memory of the emotion. He remembered the moment Nathan Andreus had told him Trevor was gone. He remembered learning that Heather had gone. And he seemed to remember the time he himself had gone, shot in the chest by Raj Gupta. But that hadn’t happened, had it? Because he was still right here, very much alive. So why was there a ghost of death still inside him? The ghost of loss, of regret?

He wasn’t afraid for Lila, or for Meyer. It was more that he knew he should be, and wanted to be, but came up empty.

Then there was a shift. Looking into Piper’s fear and worry, the same emotions rose from slumber inside him.
 

“Lila!”
 

But of course she couldn’t hear him, or turn back even if she could. Nobody had seen Meyer across the river in the rain, but they’d all seen the section of sheet metal roofing and felt the crunch as it crashed into the submerged dock. If Meyer was trapped anywhere, it was either between metal and dock — or, worse: underwater. Either way didn’t give him much time, and Lila knew it. If the northern ice cap had truly melted, it was only a matter of time before the rising water made its way to the planet’s middle.
 

Kindred doffed his shoes and jacket then dove in after Lila, half swimming and half clambering hand over hand along the strung rope. It seemed to be taking forever. Lila was still several body lengths ahead, and even she hadn’t entered the water until whatever had gone wrong had been happening for at least ten or fifteen seconds, followed by another twenty seconds of indecision and swimming, maybe more. How long could a man hold his breath?

“LILA!”
 

She held her lead easily, passion outstripping Kindred’s superior strength. Kindred could practically see need radiating from the girl like heat from a coal. She’d reach him because she had to, not from duty. Not because Piper had ordered it.
 

The sheet metal shook in the current, straining as the river pushed it on and the dock held fast. The noise of buckling aluminum was like blasts from a shotgun.