The Biomass Revolution (The Tisaian Chronicles) (20 page)

Morr stood nervously. He knew
even with a tentative body count there was no way of providing an accurate estimate of those that managed to escape. His men had made every attempt to salvage documents containing names of TDU members, but most were burned or destroyed before the Knights had a chance to recover them. There was simply no way to know how many escaped.

Albri watched as Augustus approached. The Commander
’s armor was bone white, reflecting the highest rank a Knight could obtain. He did not wear a helmet or the standard blue goggles other Knights wore. Instead he carried a massive sword and a small machine gun strapped to his right hip. Sometimes Albri thought Augustus cared more about his appearance than his men. Riya came to know Augustus all too well through the years; his vain habits and arrogant behavior rivaled that of Morr’s. It was the vanity that threw Riya off the most.

Today Augustus put his appearance before safety by entering the complex without a helmet.

Riya shook his head and prepared himself for any questions Augustus might ask.

“I assume you have an update for me,” Augustus
said.

“Yes sir, we have a body count of
50 and counting. And I have reports that all skirmishes with the terrorists are over, bodies are being retrieved and counted.”

“Well done Morr,
I’m happy to say you have done your job well today,” Augustus replied, offering Morr his armored hand.

Morr took it quickly
and bowed.

Augustus turned
to his entourage of Knights. “That is all, men. There is nothing left to do here; the Governor will be anxious for an update.”

Knights on clean
-up duty watched as their commander left them in the smoke infested room. Riya turned, his eyes falling upon the lifeless body of a nurse who lay in a puddle of her own blood. She stared up at him with piercing brown eyes, still reeling in terror. Quickly he bent down to close her eyelids before any other Knights saw him. In his years of service he had seen a lot of bloodshed, but this was the worst massacre. And his intuition told him this wasn’t going to be the last of the TDU.

Chapter 9: The Disappearance

“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
”

~Bertrand Russell

Time
: 9:11 a.m. February 17, 2071.

Location
: SGS Headquarters. Lunia, Tisaia 

Spurious leaned back in his chair, the wooden legs groaning in restraint. In one hand he held his morning coffee, and in the other his tablet. He sat there staring at the headline featured on the
Lunia Post
, unable to read any further.

Was it true? Had the TDU been eradicated
? Curiosity drew his eyes to the headlines again. He had to know.

TDU Crushed, Headquarters Destroyed and Terrorists Slaughtered

He put the tablet down on his desk in disbelief and took a small sip of his cold coffee.

If this was in fact
true, then what Leo told him wasn’t. Without the TDU how could he have any hope of making a difference? It was impossible. Leo had lied.

Nothing but a senile old man
.

Something inside of him hoped he was wrong.
For several weeks he had found himself torn in the conflict, especially after Paulo’s death, but could the TDU really be completely destroyed?

The
morning slowly ticked by, and Spurious counted the seconds as his wall clock coughed them out. It was mid-morning, and Spurious still hadn’t been able to bring himself to do any real work. He had always been good at putting on the facade of doing something that at least looked like work, but today he was failing at even this menial task—today his mind was interfering.

He craned his neck and
looked back at the glowing blue screen, pulling up an article he had saved describing the gruesome details of the attack on the TDU headquarters. Commander Augustus and Supreme Knight Morr were being hailed as saviors of Tisaia and a special ceremony was being planned to mark their accomplishments, an event he would not be attending.

Spurious
took in a deep breath and got up from his chair, deciding a walk might make him feel better. He headed into the hallway trying not to focus on Lana’s cubicle. The last thing he needed right now was to draw attention to their affair.

The tan structure of her office appeared around the corner. He pressed on, and as he was just about to pass the entry to her work station, Lana walked out into the narrow hall, ramming directly into him.

The two fell in a tangled mess on the ground. Varius and two other employees immediately popped their heads o
ut of their cubicles to see the cause of the commotion.

“My apologies,” Spurious
said.

“No, no, it was my fault, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she responded.

Spurious rose from the ground. “You’re all right, then?” he asked, lending her his hand.

“Yeah, are you?” she responded
, brushing off her black dress.

Spurious nodded, shooting a nervous glance over to Varius
, who watched quizzically.

“I better be on my way,” Spurious
said, looking at Lana one last time. She nodded and walked back into her cubicle.

Spurious
turned and continued down the hall, his pace much faster than normal. He could feel the acid turning in his empty stomach. He was no longer paranoid Varius would find out about him and Lana. Unless Varius was a fool, he already knew.  

Time
: 6:45 a.m. February 18, 2071.

Location
: Commons Building, Lunia, Tisaia

Spurious awoke to crackling from his archaic metal radio, another artifact from the old world he bought at his favorite thrift store,
The Magician
.

“Good morning Tisaian workers. It’s windy outside
today with a hint of radiation,” the announcer said. “Today you can expect temperatures ranging from a low of 30 degrees and a high of 55 degrees. The wind will be at 15 mph out of the east. Climatologists estimate a small presence of radioactive particles in the Rohania area. RRAD vehicles have already been deployed to mitigate this threat.”

He rolled over and r
ubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Morning was always a difficult time. Even when the blare of the alarm pounded in his ears, shaking sleep was difficult, especially when he only had his cubicle to look forward to. The dark mornings of winter weren’t exactly helping either.

To make things worse
, the sky had become considerably grayer and the clouds more dense. State climatologists attributed it to lingering radiation in the atmosphere. That’s where the RRAD vehicles came in. Short for Radiation Removal Atmospheric Device, the machines were designed specifically to safely remove radiation from the air, water and soil in Tisaia. After the nuclear fallout settled from the Biomass Wars, there was a consistent level of smog, dust and smoke lining the atmosphere. For years the sun was blocked, killing any crops that had survived and lowering temperatures worldwide. RRAD was the miracle that not only cleaned the radiation poison from Tisaia’s soil but also the sky above. Without RRAD Biomass would never have been possible.

Spurious pulled the curtain back from his window, revealing the dark courtyard below. Somewhere in the distance he could see a hint of light. It wasn’t clear whether it was artificial or solar
, but as it infiltrated his apartment he could tell it wasn’t going to be enough to get ready for the day. He let the curtain go and headed for the bathroom.

“Lights
, Anya.”

An immediate orange glow illuminated his apartment.
He slugged across the small space and entered the rain room where he sat and huddled on the marble ground, soaking in the warm water and breathing in the steam. He ran his fingers through his wet hair and rubbed the soap out of his burning eyes.

His mind filtered
over the previous day’s events—his muscles were tense and his head pounded from the lack of sleep. He pulled his knees up to his stomach and dug his head into his chest, letting the warm water wash over him.

“Anya, did I miss any news yesterday
?” he shouted over the noise of the shower.

“Yes, let me retrieve the data,” she responded.
Spurious cracked a half smile. He had half expected her to respond by saying the CRK had contacted her, but instead she started rambling off information he had already read in the
Lunia Post
.

Satisfied
, he pulled himself from the warmth of the shower, dried off and headed to his closet. He yawned, desperately wishing he could go back to bed. Sleep seemed more and more like the perfect remedy to clear his mind, but he had no choice but to go back to work.

As he slipped into his coat he remembered
he did have an incentive to get his day started after all. Tonight he was going back to Rohania—tonight he was going to tell Lana he loved her.

Time
: 10:02 p.m. February 18, 2071.

Location
: Commons Building 21, Apt #44. Lunia, Tisaia

A holographic image of Anya appeared on the stand next to the front door. “Where are you heading this late, sir?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

Spurious
’ heart stopped in his chest. He swallowed and pulled a black hooded sweatshirt over his head. “I’m heading back to work to finish up mapping the tunnels under a section of Rohania,” he said quickly.

“Sir, my system sensors show your eyes are dilated.  This indicates you are not being truthful,” she said without hesitation.

He paused, thinking desperately for a new excuse. “Anya, you know I haven’t been sleeping much lately. I’m just tired, and I really don’t want to go back to work.”

Silence filled the room before Anya responded. “My memory shows you have been averaging approximately five hours of sleep per night. This is far less than your normal amount and not enough for you to function properly.” 

“Trust me Anya, I know.”

“Very well sir. You can get caught up on sleep tomorrow night. I expect you will be home promptly after work.”

“Yes, promptly,” he responded, closing his flat door behind him, swiftly locking it with one twist of his metal key.

He paused in the hallway, letting his heart rate return to normal. His luck was running out. It was only a matter of time before Anya found out the truth.

Spurious sucked in a deep breath and went over his routine. It was pretty simple after he left the apartment. He always checked the hallway through his peephole to make sure no one was coming, and after making his way through the commons, he would head to Trolley Station #15. The train would take him straight to the last stop on the border of Lunia and Rohania. From there, he would take the same storm drain and sneak through the streets until he arrived at his old flat.

Tonight
the station was unusually busy. Several patrons were waiting for the train that wasn’t due for ten minutes. Spurious was surprised that the fear of another attack hadn’t deterred employees and citizens from riding the trolleys. But then again, it hadn’t deterred him either.

He plopped
down on a bench far from the view of several Knights patrolling the station and scanned the other passengers to make sure he didn’t know anyone. 

Satisfied no one was eyeing him suspiciously, he
surveyed the rest of the station, admiring the large rectangular lights that warmed the otherwise cold and dark platform. According to a report he had picked up, it took more Biomass to light the trolley stations in a given day than it did to light the entire SGS building in a year.

Spurious
sat listening to the crackling of bugs being zapped by the hot lights as he waited for the train to arrive, clenching his teeth each time a bug met a fiery fate. Most people around him didn’t seem to notice.

A bright beam ripped through the darkness
, the shriek of the brakes pulling Spurious from his trance. The doors creaked slowly and opened, several patrons descending from the train. He glanced at the two Knights, who continued to patrol the station before he boarded, reassured he had not drawn their attention. 

The doors closed and t
he engine sparked back to life, moaning as it gained energy. Spurious continued to watch the Knights through the window. The blue glow of their goggles grew faint as the train raced away from the station. He continued to watch nervously even after they disappeared from view. There was something about their robotic appearance that terrified him.

He
finally turned and watched the darkness consume the tunnel, his hands folded tightly in his lap to prevent them from shaking. Two of the passengers who had sat next to him had gotten up and moved, while two others across the aisle continued to read their tablets. 

Spurious got up from his seat and walked down the
aisle, bracing himself on the seats in front of him. He wanted to get away from these people. The only person he wanted to see was Lana.

The
train finally slowed and crawled to a stop and he anxiously jumped out of the car and headed for the stairs.

***

The
cobblestone streets of the East Square in Rohania were empty, save for a homeless man sleeping on a cold park bench. Spurious clung to the shadows, guided only by the sporadic light of street poles that were still in working order.

It was going on
one month since he first started seeing Lana, but he knew their affair couldn’t go on forever. So far they hadn’t attracted the attention of anyone besides Ing and potentially Anya.  He had been overly cautious, but knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught. The truth sent a chill down his spine. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He knew his time with Lana was limited.

The bright
moon paved a trail of white light through the dark streets of Rohania. The streets continued to be mostly bare, save for a few drunken citizens stumbling home. Spurious was pretty much alone on this eve, which was the way he liked it. The less people to worry about, the faster he could make his way safely to his destination.

Before he knew it
he was only a block away. He ducked into the back alleyway that lined the brick skin of the abandoned structure. 

The
door to his old apartment building was closed. He slid in checking his watch. It was just before midnight and he was a few minutes early.

He entered the apartment cautiously, lighting a match to shed light on the old room. Quickly he made his way to his old bedroom and lit several candles he had left on the floor. Making his way to the mattress
, he organized the pillows and blankets they had bought from a vendor several weeks back. He wanted to make sure it was suitable for Lana when she arrived. His wrist watch chirped as the small hand hit midnight.
Where is she
, he wondered, starting to worry. After 20 minutes his concern grew.