“So, you're also chaotic?” Asked Evelin.
Dice raised his arm and the glyphs that appeared were not as red as he expected, but blue, and when translated, the words were “You will become a great ship engineer”.
“Not everyone here has chaos for a destiny.” Norna said. Even though Evelin already had this information it was still strange for her. “Changing the subject: Evelin, how would you describe yourself in your piloting skills?”
“I learned the basics in the army, but it wasn't my specialty.”
Norna was disappointed with the answer.
“Too bad, we're going to need more pilots if we're going to take down God.”
“All right, guys,” said Sorom impatiently “I'm taking a tour atthe moment. We have to make another attack later this month, so we'll have all the pieces for Ringnug, but we will talk about that later.”
He pulled Evelin by the hand through the hangar to the next series of doors.
“You really don't trust me, do you?” Asked Evelin.
“And you blame me for that?”
“No, but... I suppose I'm a prisoner now. You're not going to let me out or communicate with anyone.”
Sorom sighed troubled.
“Radiation prevents communications inside anyway and good luck if you want to walk through the radioactive desert out there, but I can't let you take one of our ships and risk you tell our location.”
They went to a warehouse full of dust and cobwebs.
“This is where we throw things that we don't think we're going to use. It's also where people come to cry when the crisis hits, there's nothing very important here, but it's good to know.”
Evelin looked at the upset man.
“So, I'm a prisoner.”
“Did you accept the invitation of your own choice, what did you expect to happen? Would you know the location of our base and come out cheerful telling everyone?”
“I'm not saying I'm leaving but knowing that I can leave when I want to reassure myself.”
“Listen, I only accepted you here because Laserfield said you were disappointed in the world, too. If you don't want to kill God, no one's going to make you, but now you're going to have to wait here until it's all over.”
“And what is your relationship with Laserfield?”
“It's a story for another day. Now come with me, I'll show you something interesting.”
Evelin followed him without much enthusiasm in another corridor, who had only one door at its end. As soon as the door opened, she saw the sun near the horizon and the mountain ranges outside. She immediately despaired at the amount of radiation that was surrounding her at the time.
She turned to Sorom believing she was in a trap. But he was quiet. Only then did she notice the big glass dome.
“It was not easy fixing it here.” Sorom said walking on top of thick iron beams. “This place was completely destroyed, letting the radiation in.”
Evelin followed him and there were only partially destroyed iron beams to walk, which intimidated her into moving on. At least they seemed tough enough to hold them off.
“This is my favorite place,” Sorom said looking at the horizon. "You can stay here thinking there's nothing wrong with the world.”
The sun shone differently away from the pollution of the city and seeing it among the mountains before it set was really magnificent.
“Evelin, I need to know,” said Sorom. “Will you fight for us? Break that chain on your arm that was decided by a supposed God-Computer, that no one knows for sure what it is?”
Evelin did not respond at first, staring at the beautiful sun on the horizon.
“I have several speeches prepared to convince people that fate is something stupid,” Sorom continued, “but what I want to know is if you are prepared for it.”
Now Evelin turned to Sorom and noticed that his brown eyes demonstrated the same intensity of the sun. They were eyes determined to follow their goal to the end.
“I still need to know the methods you use and killing a child was not a good start for you. But I'm willing to see that story come true.”
The man opened a smile so confident that Evelin believed he was able to take her anywhere.
“Great! Now let's go, there's still a lot to do.”
During the tourshe met several more eccentric figures. A bearded, chubby man in sailor's clothes. A man as big as Tugsten with a tattoo imitating a tiger on his face. A skinny woman with a pink Mohican on her head who was accompanied by a blond man with neonpiercings. Every new person Evelin saw was somehow surprised.
Evelin and Sorom were now in an oval room full of computers, where the green-haired young man typed frantically.
“Here we hold meetings,” Sorom explained. – In general, only the higher ups, then we pass the decisions to others.
“Chief,” Dijo said, “we received a transmission from Gerreth. Do you want me to read it?”
“Later, I'm still showing the place to Evelin.”
“Transmission?” Asked Evelin “I thought there was no signal here.”
Dijo turned his swivel chair from the direction of her.
“And there isn’t. That's why we load the messages during missions and read when we're back at base.”
“It is not the fastest or most efficient system,” Sorom said, “but it is the safest. And if we falter a little bit the whole plan can go down the drain.”
“And what is the next step?” asked the young woman.
“We wait. Everybody's going to be looking for us out there. We have to be quiet and wait for the right moment. But we're both going to do something without delay.”
The girl looked suspiciously at him.
“What?”
“Let's go to the city. I understand you were raised getting brainwashed from the government. I'm going to give you proof that our side is right, so the doubts in your mind will end for good.”
“Can you just go into town?” She asked dubious.
“I can do a lot of things, now go to your room and see if Tug got things ready for you, I'm not going to babysit all day.”
Evelin eventually accepted and left the oval room walking through his new
