‘Drum kit?’ asked Fian, finally. ‘You play drums, sir?’
‘Rono and I were students together,’ said Playdon. ‘Four of us formed our own historical music group.’
We passed an opening in the wall. The number one was painted on the rock by the side of it.
‘What sort of music group?’ asked Krath.
‘Rono plays lead guitar, and I’m on drums,’ said Playdon. ‘Have you ever heard of rock and roll bands?’
I shook my head, but Dalmora gave a strange, choking giggle of a noise.
Playdon led us through the opening marked as number 6, and into a chamber that was bigger than our dome hall. There were doorways, covered with makeshift curtains, at regular intervals in its walls.
‘Pick some rooms,’ said Playdon. ‘I’m afraid Jarra and Fian won’t be able to move granite walls.’
The other three laughed at us, while Fian pulled aside a random curtain and stuck his head inside. ‘These are quite big caves anyway. How do we show who …?’
Playdon handed him the black tube. ‘Write on the curtain.’
Fian peered at the tube, and used it to write in large black letters. ‘FIAN AND JARRA.’ Underneath, in smaller letters, he added another line. ‘Krath keep out.’
Krath made a noise of disgust, grabbed the tube, and went to claim a room of his own. ‘Amalie, I don’t suppose you’d like to …?’
‘No, I wouldn’t,’ she said.
Fian and I carried our belongings into our room and unrolled our sleep sacks. There was plenty of space, but the air had a faint musty smell, and the dark grey stone walls were forbidding under the harsh light of the single glow above the doorway. I tried adjusting its brightness a little, but that just filled the room with ominous dark shadows. I frowned and opened my bag to take out the small cube of a light sculpture. Keon’s agent had been busy. A light art company were making licensed copies of Keon’s sculpture ‘Phoenix Rising’, and when he and Issette visited me in hospital, they’d brought me one of the first manufacturing run as a present.
I put the cube in the corner of the room and turned it on. Coloured lights weaved and shimmered above it, then suddenly fused together for a moment to form a bird with outstretched wings. The grim room was transformed into a place of warmth and colour.
Fian pulled the curtain back into place behind us. ‘I wonder how the designers intended to use this area. It certainly doesn’t look like it could be anyone’s home.’
I sat on my sleep sack and watched the light sculpture. ‘This was supposed to be a self-contained arcology. As well as housing for a billion people, there would be offices, schools, hospitals, hundreds of different things.’
‘If the Eden Dig Site teams get this much space, the size of Ark must be incredible. How in chaos did they manage to carve out all these caverns?’
‘University Earth Australia thinks they used two portals, linked in tandem. The first one never established properly, just pulsed to cut the rock into sections. The second one followed behind, portalling the chunks of rock through a relay system to form the Atlantis reef. They’d literally drive these things through solid granite to make the caverns, and follow behind doing a little tidying up with lasers.’
‘Amaz,’ said Fian. ‘I suppose that’s why the doorways are so large.’
Playdon’s voice called from outside. ‘Jarra! Fian! Dig Site Command called to say Cassandra 2 are on their way up.’
We headed out to join the others, and after a couple of minutes a group of ten people entered the room. I saw Rono Kipkibor still had that instantly noticeable scar on his dark forehead, and wondered why he kept it. Every time he had a medical check, he must have to fight to stop doctors treating it.
Rono stopped abruptly as he saw Playdon grinning at him. ‘Playdon! Ellen didn’t tell me …’ Rono broke off as he saw me. ‘Oh no, it’s Jarra Tell Morrath! Are we deep enough underground to be safe from crashing spacecraft?’
I giggled. ‘It wasn’t my fault that Solar 5 crashed, Rono.’
‘It wasn’t your fault it crashed, Jarra, but it was your fault it chose to crash on New York Dig Site.’ He paused. ‘Why are you calling me Rono this time, instead of sir?’
‘During the solar super storm, Lecturer Playdon was away on Asgard. This time, he isn’t.’
‘Very true.’ Rono patted Playdon on the back. ‘Congratulations, Playdon, you’re in charge of Jarra. Any crashing spaceships are your problem, not mine. Now, I’d better make some introductions. Playdon knows everyone already. Jarra and Fian met everyone during the super storm, except for Stephan and Katt who were still in hospital.’
There was a flurry of name listing on both sides, and Stephan stepped forward. ‘This is my first chance to thank you all for rescuing us at the beginning of the year. That was impressive work.’
He solemnly shook hands with everyone on our team, before fading into the background and rejoining his wife. I looked after him in bewilderment. This quiet, retiring man was a tag leader? It seemed out of character.
‘Now, the big question …’ Rono looked at Playdon. ‘I’ve got the guitars. Stephan has his keyboard. Did you bring the drums?’
There was a loud groan from Keren, the other tag leader for Cassandra 2. ‘Please, Playdon, say you didn’t.’
‘I did,’ Playdon said, ‘but we’ve plenty of time for that later. I’d like to check what’s happening back in the hall.’
The Cassandra 2 team picked rooms, and Dalmora unpacked and activated some vid bees, then we all headed back to the huge cavern below. Things were getting busy there now, with a stream of teams arriving through the portal and queuing at the Dig Site Command desk. A crowd had gathered at the opposite end of the hall from the portal, where a large section of wall had been painted white and was being used to display the Earth Rolling News channel. We went to join them.
‘… broadcasting to you from our evacuation centre in Ark,’ said the hugely magnified presenter. ‘Traffic volumes are approaching maximum. Earth America North is experiencing minor portal delays of about three minutes. The congestion in Earth Asia Off-world has now cleared. Stay with Earth Rolling News for regular portal traffic reports.’
The display suddenly changed to split screen. The left half of the screen still showed the man’s face, while the right half was black except for two glowing numbers in different colours. I was trying to work out what they were when the presenter saved me the trouble.
‘There is an estimated seven hours and fifty-three minutes before the portal network goes into lockdown. The Military request everyone enters Ark as soon as possible, and well before the final hour. Ark evacuation status is now 5 per cent complete. You are reminded that Ark is in Earth Australia time zone, but lighting in main areas will remain at daytime levels throughout the storm.’
The time to portal lockdown was glowing red and steadily ticking down, second by second. Ark evacuation status was in green, and suddenly moved from 5 to 6 per cent.
Rono turned and shouted across the room. ‘Dig Site Command, are we staying on Earth Africa time?’
There was a short conference at the Dig Site Command desk, after which Ellen spoke into a microphone and her voice echoed around the hall.
‘There doesn’t seem any point in worrying about time zones. We expect most people will stay awake until the storm hits anyway.’ She paused. ‘Food and drinks are now available in the side hall through the large archway in what we think is the west wall. The archway in the east wall leads to a giant tunnel that is northern linkway 7155. Our nearest medical post is ten minutes walk along there to the north. Basic bathroom facilities are available at each end of the corridors. Please try to conserve water.’
We watched Earth Rolling News for another few minutes, after which the entertainment value of watching the numbers began to wear thin. Fian tugged at my arm.
‘Let’s go up to our room,’ he whispered.
Dalmora, Amalie and Krath were busy controlling their vid bees, which swooped around the hall recording images of the crowd watching Earth Rolling News, and of the new arrivals appearing from the portal. Playdon was chatting to Rono. No one noticed us leave.
