will be checked for health, age, strength and skills. Those deemed suitable for work
will be sent to Primus-Two, to work in the factories.”
The screen pans in on Primus-Two. It comprises dozens of large industrial buildings.
“What are they producing in those factories?” Roach asks.
“I didn’t have time to access that information before Freya turned up with half the
Sentry guard after her,” Garrick replies.
“What happens to the people who aren’t suitable to work in the factories?” Logan says.
Garrick moves the map to the final city, on the east side of the mountain. “They’ll
be sent to Primus-III.”
He zooms in on a series of white buildings, each with a green cross painted on the
roof, just like the ones they paint on medical laboratories. Dread starts to set in.
“He’s going to experiment on us?” I exclaim. “Why?”
“I’m not sure,” Garrick replies. “But those concrete buildings next to the labs are
crematoriums, so whatever they’re planning, they don’t expect the test subjects to
survive.”
I think I’m going to be sick.
“It’s just like the concentration camp they had in the Barren Lands,” Logan says.
“Except on a much bigger scale,” Garrick replies. “The Tenth can easily handle twenty,
maybe thirty, million prisoners at any one time.”
“We must not let Rose’s Law pass tomorrow,” Sigur says.
There are nods of agreement from around the room.
“But won’t Purian Rose still attempt to send us to the ghetto, even if he loses the
vote?” Logan says.
“I’d like to see him try!” Roach says. “There would be civil bloody war if he sends
the so-called Impurities to the Tenth when over half the country has voted
against
segregation.”
I consider the fact that Purian Rose came all the way to Black City to threaten me
into supporting his law and suspect she’s right. He doesn’t want this to break out
into a civil war if he can avoid it.
“Then let’s not give that bastard any chance to do it!” Roach hollers. “We’re gonna
win this vote tomorrow, right?”
“Right!” the rebels all chant.
The room erupts into chaos as people discuss this new turn of events, but I’m too
numb to hear them. I glance at the map again. This is so much bigger than trying to
free my people from the ghettos; the very survival of our species and many others
is at risk. So what am I going to do tomorrow? It comes down to this: Whose life is
worth more? Natalie’s or theirs?
I honestly don’t know how to answer that question.
5.
NATALIE
“CLOSE YOUR EYES,” Day says as we approach the canal.
The sun has just started to set over Black City, casting a muted peach glow over the
buildings. With me are Polly, Day, and her little brother, MJ, plus their parents,
Michael and Sumrina. Michael is holding MJ’s hand, helping him walk. It’s funny seeing
them side by side, as MJ’s the spitting image of his father; both have the same dark
skin, soulful brown eyes and easy smiles, although MJ has a curved back because of
his kyphosis. I’m really touched that my sister has come out with us; I know she hates
being outside ever since she was tortured and disfigured by Purian Rose.
I wonder if he would’ve been so cruel had he known that she’s his daughter. I search
Polly’s face for any resemblance. They share the same startling, metallic gray eyes,
but otherwise she looks nothing like him. Polly gives me a small smile. She’s still
breathtakingly beautiful, despite the zigzag of scars across her cheeks. It’s wonderful
seeing my sister happy. The past two months with Day’s family have been good for the
both of us. It’s been tough without Mother around, but Sumrina and Michael have made
us feel like we’re part of the family.
“Where
can
we be going?” I say teasingly as we head along a familiar part of the canal, near
to where I first met Ash. My heart stumbles, thinking about that encounter