adventure. 'You didn't offer to help? You could've dropped splash on the burn, maybe diverted it from the houses.'
'We did offer,' said Memsen. 'We were told that upsiders are allowed to render assistance in the deep forest where only firefighters can see us, but not in plain sight of a village or town.'
'Memsen is in trouble for landing the hover on the Commons.' The High Gregory settled beside her on the bench. 'We haven't even told anyone yet about what we did for you by the creek.'
'So.' Memsen held out her hand to him, fingers outspread. 'We've been called back to Kenning to answer for our actions.'
'Really?' Spur felt relieved but also vaguely disappointed. 'When will you go?'
'Now, actually.' Her rings glittered in the sunlight. 'We asked Dr. Niss to wake you so we could say goodbye.'
'But who will take Comfort and me to the hospital?'
'We'll be in Longwalk in a few moments. There's a hospital in Benevolence Park Number 2.' Her fingers closed into a fist. 'But Comfort will be coming with us.'
'What?' Despite himself, Spur lurched out of the wheelchair. He tottered, the cabin spun, and the next thing he knew both Memsen and the High Gregory were easing him back down.
'Why?' He took a deep breath. 'She can't.'
'She can't very well stay in Littleton,' said the High Gregory. 'Her farm is destroyed. You're going to have to tell everyone who started the burn.'
'Am I?' He considered whether he would lie to protect her. After all, he had lied for her brother. 'She's told you she wants to do this? Let me talk to her.'
'That's not possible.' Memsen pinched the air.
'Why not?'
'Do you want to come with us, Spur?' said the High Gregory. 'You could, you know.'
'No.' He wheeled himself backward, horrified at the idea. 'Why would I want to do that? My home is in Littleton. I'm a farmer.'
'Then stop asking questions,' said Memsen impatiently. 'As a citizen of the Transcendent State you're under a consensual cultural quarantine. We've just been reminded of that quite forcefully. There's nothing more we can say to you.'
'I don't believe this.' Spur heard himself shouting. 'You've done something to her and you're afraid to tell me. What is it?'
Memsen hesitated, and Spur heard the low, repetitive pa-pa-pa-ptt that he had decided she made when she was consulting her predecessors. 'If you insist, we can make it simple for you.' Memsen thrust her face close to his. 'Comfort died,' she said harshly. 'Tell that to everyone in your -village. She was horribly burned and she died.'
Spur recoiled from her. 'But you said you saved her. Dr. Niss…'
'Dr. Niss can show you the body, if you care to see it.' She straightened. 'So.'
'Goodbye, Spur,' said the High Gregory. 'Can we help you back onto the bed?'
Beneath them Spur could see the outskirts of Longwalk. Abruptly the hull of the hover turned opaque and the ceiling of the cabin began to glow. Spur knew from watching hovers land from the window of his hospital room that they camouflaged themselves on the final approach over a city.
'No, wait.' Spur was desperate to keep the upsiders talking. 'You said she was going with you. I definitely heard that. You said she was saved. Is she… this is like the other Memsens that you told me about, isn't it? The ones that are saved in you?'
'This is a totally inappropriate conversation.' Memsen pinched the air with both hands. 'We'll have to ask Dr. Niss to strike it from your memory.'
'He can do that?'
'Sure,' said the High Gregory. 'We do it all the time. But he has to replace it with some fake memory. You'll have to tell him what you want. And if you should ever come across anything that challenges the replacement memory, you could get…'
Spur held up his hand to silence him. 'But it's true what I just said?'
Memsen snorted in disgust and turned to leave.
'She can't admit anything.' The High Gregory grasped her hand to restrain her. He held it to his chest. 'But yes.'
Spur was gripping the push rims of his wheelchair so hard that his hands ached. 'So nobody dies on the upside?'
'No, no. Everybody dies. It's just that some of us choose to be saved to a shell afterward. Even the saved admit it's not the same as being alive. I haven't made my mind up about all that yet, but I'm only twelve standard. My birthday is next week, I wish you could be there.'
'What will happen to Comfort in this shell?'
'She's going to have to adjust. She didn't expect to be saved, of course, probably didn't even know it was possible, so when they activate her, she'll be disoriented. She'll need some kind of counseling. We have some pretty good soulmasons on Kenning. And they can send for her brother; he'll want to help.'
'Stop it! This is cruel.' Memsen yanked his hand down. 'We have to go right now.'
'Why?' said the High Gregory plaintively. 'He's not going to remember any of this.'
'Vic was saved?' Even though he was still safe in the wheelchair, he felt as if he were falling.
'All the pukpuk martyrs were.' The High Gregory tried to shake his hand loose from Memsen, but she wouldn't let him go. 'That was why they agreed to sacrifice themselves.'
'Enough.' Memsen started to drag him from the cabin. 'We're sorry, Spur. You're a decent man. Go back to your -cottage and your apples and forget about us.'
'Goodbye, Spur,' called the High Gregory as they popped through the bulkhead. 'Good luck.'
As the bulkhead shivered with their passing, he felt a fierce and troubling desire burn his soul. Some part of him did want to go with them, to be with Comfort and Vic on the upside and see the wonders that Chairman Winter had forbidden the citizens of the Transcendent State. He could do it; he knew he could. After all, everyone in Littleton seemed to think he was leaving.
But then who would help Cape bring in the harvest?
Spur wasn't sure how long he sat alone in the wheelchair with a thousand thoughts buzzing in his head. The upsiders had just blown up his world and he was trying desperately to piece it back together. Except what was the point? In a little while he wasn't going to be worrying anymore about Comfort and Vic and shells and being saved. Maybe that was for the best; it was all too complicated. Just like the Chairman had said. Spur thought he'd be happier thinking about apples and baseball and maybe kissing Melody Velez. He was ready to forget.
He realized that the hover had gone completely still. There was no vibration from the hull skimming through the air, no muffled laughter from the L'ung. He watched the hospital equipment melt into the deck. Then all the bulkheads popped and he could see the entire bay of the hover. It was empty except for his wheelchair, a gurney with Comfort's shroud-covered body and the docbot, which rolled up to him.
'So you're going to make me forget all this?' said Spur bitterly. 'All the secrets of the upside?'
'If that's what you want.'
Spur shivered. 'I have a choice?'
'I'm just the doctor, son. I can offer treatment but you have to accept it. For example, you chose not to tell me how you got burned that first time.' The docbot rolled behind the wheelchair. 'That pretty much wrecked everything I was trying to accomplish with the conciliation sim.'
Spur turned around to look at it. 'You knew all along?'
The docbot locked into the back of the wheelchair. 'I wouldn't be much of a doctor if I couldn't tell when patients were lying to me.' It started pushing Spur toward the hatch.
'But you work for the Chairman.' Spur didn't know if he wanted the responsibility for making this decision.
'I take Jack Winter's money,' said the docbot. 'I don't take his advice when it comes to medical or spiritual practice.'
'But what if I tell people that Comfort and Vic are saved and that upsiders get to go on after they die?'
'Then they'll know.'
Spur tried to imagine keeping the upsiders' immortality a secret for the rest of his days. He tried to imagine
