Icy water blasts from dual nozzles, the built-in sensors targeting the unconscious teen.
Kirk moans.
‘Computer, this is Resident Assistant Beckmeyer. What is ETA of paramedics?’
SIX MINUTES.
‘Place a call to resident’s sister to meet resident at student health center.’
ACKNOWLEDGED.
Lauren looks down at Kirk. The teen’s eyes have reopened, his mood-contacts black, his flushed skin paling to blue again as his body cools off.
‘Fu… fu… fubish-’ His teeth chatter as he tries to stand.
Lauren places her foot on his chest.
‘Fuckkking… bi-itch-ssshiiit-Laureeenn!’
‘At least you got the name right.’
‘Let… m-m-me… g-g-go-’
‘Sorry, Kirk, you want to kill yourself, do it on someone else’s floor, not mine. Now sit your rainbow ass down and take it like a man
… or alien, whichever you prefer.’
The paramedics arrive five minutes later.
Eight minutes later, Lauren enters her own apartment. The interior is plush and immaculate, decorated in soothing shades of gray with violet throw pillows.
She kicks off her running shoes
GOOD EVENING, LAUREN. IT IS 7:36 P.M. YOU HAVE THREE MESSAGES.
‘In the bathroom.’ She grabs a bottle of recycled reverse-osmosis water from the fridge and heads for the bathroom.
Interior lights turn on to greet her.
She sits on the toilet and urinates.
The ‘smart-toilet’ instantly analyzes her urine, while the pulse in her thigh is computed.
NO DISEASES PRESENT. YOU ARE NOT PREGNANT.
‘Thank God. Computer, play back message one.’
The image of Lauren’s father, Mark, appears on the mirror. ‘Hi, sweetheart. Nothing important, just wanted to let you know that we’re all looking forward to seeing you and Sam next weekend. Give us a flash when you get in.’
‘Computer, erase message one. Play back message two.’
Christopher Laubin, Lauren’s volcanism professor appears on screen. ‘Good afternoon, Ms. Beckmeyer. This is just a reminder that our grant selection committee will be meeting with you Monday morning at seven-thirty in Clinton Hall, Room 213. Don’t be late.’
‘I’m never late. Computer, reply BECKMEYER ACKNOWLEDGE to message two. Play back message three.’
Sam’s face appears on-screen, her fiance calling from a cell phone. ‘Hey, babe. Sorry I’m late, but my teammates and I had to do this postgame ritual thing. I’ll be by in about twenty to fondle your breasts. Love you.’
Dammit… She stands, strips out of her neon orange body-suit, and steps into the shower, the warm water spray drenching her as the door seals shut.
IT IS TIME FOR YOUR MONTHLY MELANOMA CHECKUP.
‘So do it… damn computer-nag.’
She glances down as shower sensors scan her body. Her stomach is taut, her legs rock-hard from daily workouts at the training center. She wonders if Sam would prefer her breasts larger.
‘Increase temperature ten degrees.’
The water heats up, the shower’s pulsating heads massaging the tension from her muscles.
Should I be angry at Sam or just disappointed? Recalling his postgame interview with the ESPN woman, she decides a touch of both would be appropriate.
The two melanoma monitors embedded in the tile begin blinking. She turns slowly, allowing the device to examine her skin for cancer.
MELANOMA NOT PRESENT. DERMO-SHIELD SHOULD BE REPLACED IN TWENTY-TWO DAYS.
A three-dimensional commercial for a local dermo-shield clinic displays in the shower.
The sound mutes.
ATTENTION. YOU HAVE AN INCOMING MESSAGE FROM YELLOWSTONE PARK.
‘I’ll take it in the bedroom.’ Lauren steps from the shower, drying herself with a preheated towel.
Lauren’s associate department head, Professor William Gabeheart, is on sabbatical, teaching an on-site correspondence course, Geology 434: The Effects of the Yellowstone Caldera on Geysers, Fumaroles, and Hot Springs. Lauren is Gabeheart’s graduate assistant and class coordinator.
While Yellowstone National Park is known for its magnificent geysers, mud pots, and boiling hot springs, to scientists it represents the home of the world’s largest and most dangerous caldera. Originating deep beneath the park’s mantle is a ‘hot spot,’ one of only a few dozens on the planet. Magma and tremendous heat rise from this volcanic location, impinging on the base of the North American plate while powering the park’s geysers, hot springs, and fumaroles.
Three of the most violent volcanic eruptions in Earth’s history have taken place at the Yellowstone hot spot, the first occurring 2.1 million years ago, the second 1.2 million years ago, the last 630,000 years ago. The eruptions have unleashed a combined six thousand cubic miles of debris, the ejection of lava causing the tops of the volcanoes to collapse, forming three massive calderas, or depressions. The calderas remain buried beneath extensive rhyolite lava flows resulting from smaller eruptions over the last 150,000 years.
Entering the bedroom, Lauren wraps a towel around her waist and slips a UNIVERSITY OF MIAMI sweatshirt over her head. ‘Okay, computer, put the call through.’
The monitor on her nightstand comes to life, revealing Bill Gabeheart, forty-two, his mop of brown hair tucked neatly beneath a HAVANA SHARKS baseball cap. The former Navy Intelligence officer’s hazel eyes glow blue in the porto-lab’s computer consoles.
‘Hey, Doc. You get the midterms I sent over?’
‘Never mind that. Are you behind a secured firewall?’
The question startles her. ‘Uh, no-’
‘Get on one.’
She leaves the bed, hurrying to her desk. ‘Computer, transfer call to PC.’
ACKNOWLEDGED.
The computer boots. Lauren touches the keypad, activating her secured access code. ‘Go ahead, Professor.’
‘Last night I received data back from the three Trimble 5000Ssi receivers we deployed at our new GPS control stations.’
‘So? How bad’s the subsidence?’
‘According to the USGS, everything appears stable, but as my grandfather used to say, “Something ain’t kosher.” The readings we received look identical to data I collected three years ago. Between me and thee, I don’t trust the new USGS director.’
‘Alyssa Popov? I thought you liked her?’
‘Grinding her and trusting her are two different things, and I don’t have time for one of your feminist lectures. Things are happening behind the scenes here in Yellowstone. There are factors at play that we can’t see, covert deals being made between the White House and other factions outside the government. Late last night, Professor Danielak and I decided to take our own vertical motion readings, along with temperature readings of the hot springs at the preselected areas within the Yellowstone caldera.’
Lauren hears Sam enter her apartment. ‘What do you need me to do?’
‘I want you to analyze the results. We’ll upload everything directly to your computer in the lab.’
‘But-’
‘Don’t worry, we’re encoding it and rerouting through a dozen other servers. Once you start receiving data, I
