Hugh Howey - Dust

Is anyone there?

Hello? Yes. Im here.

Ah. Lukas. You werent saying anything. I thought for a second there that you were someone else.

No, its me. Just getting my headset adjusted. Been a busy morning.

Oh?

Yeah. Boring stuff. Committee meetings. Were a bit thin up here at the moment. A lot of reassignments.

But things have been settling down? No uprisings to report?

No, no. Things are getting back to normal. People get up and go to work in the morning. They collapse in their beds at night. We had a big lottery this week, which made a number of people happy.

Thats good. Very good. Hows the work on server six coming?

Good, thanks. All of your passcodes work. So far its just more of the same data. Not sure why any of this is important, though.

Keep looking. Everythings important. If its in there, there has to be a reason.

You said that about the entries in these books. But so many of them seem like nonsense to me. Makes me wonder if any of this is real.

Why? Whatre you reading?

Im up to volume C. This morning it was about this fungus. Wait a second. Let me find it. Here it is. Cordyceps.

Thats a fungus? Never heard of it.

Says here it does something to an ants brain, reprograms it like its a machine, makes it climb to the top of a plant before it dies

An invisible machine that reprograms brains? Im fairly certain thats not a random entry.

Yeah? So what does it mean, then?

It means It means we arent free. None of us are.

How uplifting. I can see why she makes me take these calls.

Your mayor? Is that why? She hasnt answered in a while.

No. Shes away. Working on something.

Working on what?

Id rather not say. I dont think youd be pleased.

What makes you think that?

Because Im not pleased. Ive tried to talk her out of this. But she can be a bit obstinate at times.

If its going to cause trouble, I should know about it. Im here to help. I can keep heads turned away

Thats just it she doesnt trust you. She doesnt even believe youre the same person every time.

It is. Its me. The machines do something with my voice.

Im just telling you what she thinks.

I wish she would come around. I really do want to help.

I believe you. I think the best thing you can do right now is just keep your fingers crossed for us.

Why is that?

Because Ive got a feeling that nothing good will come of this.

Dust rained in the halls of Mechanical; it shivered free from the violence of the digging. Wires overhead swung gently in their harnesses. Pipes rattled. And from the generator room, staccato bangs filled the air, bounced off the walls, and brought to mind a time when unbalanced machines spun dangerously.

At the locus of the horrible racket, Juliette Nichols stood with her coveralls zipped down to her waist, the loose arms knotted around her hips, dust and sweat staining her undershirt with mud. She leaned her weight against the excavator, her sinewy arms shaking as the diggers heavy metal piston slammed into the concrete wall of Silo 18 over and over.

The vibrations could be felt in her teeth. Every bone and joint in her body shuddered, and old wounds ached with reminders. Off to the side, the miners who normally manned the excavator watched unhappily. Juliette turned her head from the powdered concrete and saw the way they stood with their arms crossed over their wide chests, their jaws set in rigid frowns, angry perhaps for her appropriating their machine. Or maybe over the taboo of digging where digging was forbidden.

Juliette swallowed the grit and chalk accumulating in her mouth and concentrated on the crumbling wall. There was another possibility, one she couldnt help but consider. Good mechanics and miners had died because of her. Brutal fighting had broken out when shed refused to clean. How many of these men and women watching her dig had lost a loved one, a best friend, a family member? How many of them blamed her? She couldnt possibly be the only one.

The excavator bucked and there was the clang of metal on metal. Juliette steered the punching jaws to the side as more bones of rebar appeared in the white flesh of concrete. She had already gouged out a veritable crater in the outer silo wall. A first row of rebar hung jagged overhead, the ends smooth like melted candles where shed taken a blowtorch to them. Two more feet of concrete and another row of the iron rods had followed, the silo walls thicker than shed imagined. With numb limbs and frayed nerves she guided the machine forward on its tracks, the wedge-shaped piston chewing at the stone between the rods. If she hadnt seen the schematic for herself if she didnt know there were other silos out there she wouldve given up already. It felt as though she were chewing through the very earth itself. Her arms shook, her hands a blur. This was the wall of the silo she was attacking, ramming it with a mind to pierce through the damn thing, to bore clear through to the outside.

The miners shifted uncomfortably. Juliette looked from them to where she was aiming as the hammer bit rang against more steel. She concentrated on the crease of white stone between the bars. With her boot, she kicked the drive lever, leaned into the machine, and the excavator trudged forward on rusted tracks one more inch. She shouldve taken another break a while ago. The chalk in her mouth was choking her; she was dying for water; her arms needed a rest; rubble crowded the base of the excavator and littered her feet. She kicked a few of the larger chunks out of the way and kept digging.

Her fear was that if she stopped one more time, she wouldnt be able to convince them to let her continue. Mayor or not a shift head or not men she had thought fearless had already left the generator room with furrowed brows. They seemed terrified that she might puncture a sacred seal and let in a foul and murderous air. Juliette saw the way they looked at her, knowing shed been on the outside, as though she were some kind of ghost. Many kept their distance as if she bore some disease.

Setting her teeth, foul-tasting grit crunching between them, she kicked the forward plate once more with her boot. The tracks on the excavator spun forward another inch. One more inch. Juliette cursed the machine and the pain in her wrists. Goddamn the fighting and her friends dead. Goddamn the thought of Solo and the kids all alone, a forever of rock away. And goddamn this mayor nonsense, people looking at her as though she suddenly ran all the shifts on every level, as though she knew what the hell she was doing, as though they had to obey her even as they feared her

The excavator lurched forward more than an inch, and the pounding hammer bit screamed with a piercing whine. Juliette lost her grip with one hand, and the machine revved up as if fit to explode. The miners startled like fleas, several of them running toward her, shadows converging. Juliette hit the red kill switch, which was nearly invisible beneath a dusting of white powder. The excavator kicked and bucked as it wound down from a dangerous, runaway state.

Youre through! Youre through!

Raph pulled her back, his pale arms, strong from years of mining, wrapping around her numb limbs. Others shouted at her that she was done. Finished. The excavator had made a noise as if a connecting rod had shattered; there had been that dangerous whine of a mighty engine running without friction, without anything to resist. Juliette let go of the controls and sagged into Raphs embrace. A desperation returned, the thought of her friends buried alive in that tomb of an empty silo and her unable to reach them.