Beth Revis - A Million Suns: An Across the Universe Novel

A Million Suns

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Copyright 2012 Beth Revis

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ISBN 978-1-101-55224-7

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DEDICATION:

Michelangelo said,

Every block of stone has a statue inside it

and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.

This book is dedicated to

Merrilee for providing me with the stone

and

Ben and Gillian for giving me the chisel.

Dei gratia.

Contents

A MILLION SUNS

BETH REVIS

An Imprint of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

ELDER

THIS ISNT GOING TO BE EASY, I MUTTER, STARING AT THE solid metal door that leads to the Engine Room on the Shipper Level of Godspeed. In the dull reflection, I see Eldests dark eyes, just before he died. I see the smirk on the corner of Orions mouth as he relished in Eldests death. Somewhere, beneath my cloned features and the echoes of every Eldest before me, there has to be something in me thats mine alone, unique and not found in the cloning material two levels beneath my feet.

I like to think that, anyway.

I roll my thumb over the biometric scanner and the door zips open, taking with it the image of a face that has never felt like mine.

A very mechanical smella mixture of metal and grease and burningwraps around me as I enter the Engine Room. The walls vibrate with the muffled heartbeat of the ships engine, a whirr-churn-whirr sound that I used to think was beautiful.

The first-level Shippers stand at attention, waiting for me. The Engine Room is usually crowded, bustling with activity as the Shippers try to figure out what has crippled the lead-cooled fast reactor engine, but today I asked for a private meeting with the top ten Shippers, the highest-ranking officers beneath me.

I feel scruffy compared to them. My hairs too long and messy, and while my clothes should have been recycled long ago, their dark tunics and neatly pressed trousers fit perfectly. There is no uniform for the Shipperstheres no uniform for anyone on board the shipbut First Shipper Marae demands neatness of everyone she has authority over, especially the first-level Shippers, who all favor the same dark clothing worn by Marae.

Maraes in the twenty-year-old generation, only a few years older than me. But already lines crease at her eyes, and the downward turn of her mouth seems permanent. A carpenter could check the accuracy of his level by the line of Maraes shorn hair. Amy says that everyone on board Godspeed looks the same. I suppose, given that were monoethnic, shes right in a way. But no one could ever mistake Marae for anyone else, nor think shes anything less than First Shipper.

Eldest, she says by way of greeting.

Ive told you: just call me Elder.

Maraes scowl deepens. People started calling me Eldest as soon as I assumed the role. And Id always known Id be Eldest at some point, although Id never dreamed that Id be Eldest so soon. Still, I was born for this position. I am this position. And if I cant see it in myself, I can see it in the way the Shippers still stand at attention, the way Marae waits for me to speak.

I just... I cant take the title. Someone called me Eldest in front of Amy, and I couldnt stand the way her eyes narrowed and her body froze, for just a minute, just long enough for me to realize that there was no way I could bear to see her look at me as Eldest again.

I can be the Eldest without changing my name, I say.

Marae doesnt seem to agree, but she wont argue.

The other first-level Shippers stare at me, waiting. They are all still, with their backs erect and their blank faces turned to me. I know part of their perfection is due to Maraes strong hand as First Shipper, but I also know a part of it comes from the past, from Eldest before he was killed and the exacting way he expected everyone to perform.

There is nothing of me in their stoic obedience.

I clear my throat.

I, uh, I needed to talk to you, the first-level Shippers, about the engine. I swallow, my mouth both dry and bitter-tasting. I dont look at them, not really. If I look into their facestheir older, more experienced facesI will lose my nerve.

I think of Amy. When I first saw Amy, all I could see was her bright red hair swirled like ink frozen in water, her pale skin almost as translucent as the ice she was frozen in. But when I imagine her face now, I see the determined set of her jaw, the way she seems taller when angry.

I take a deep breath and stride across the floor toward Marae. She meets my gaze head-on, her back very straight, her mouth very tight. I stand uncomfortably close to her, but she doesnt flinch as I raise both my arms and shove her shoulders, hard, so she crashes into the control panel behind her. Emotion flares on the faces of the othersSecond Shipper Shelby looks confused; Ninth Shipper Bucks eyes narrow and his jaw clenches; Third Shipper Haile whispers something to Sixth Shipper Jodee.

But Marae doesnt react. This is the mark of how different Marae is from everyone else on the ship: she doesnt even question me when I push her.

Why didnt you fall over? I ask.

Marae pushes herself up against the control panel. The edge broke my fall, she says. Her voice is flat, but I catch a wary tone under her words.

You would have kept going if something hadnt stopped you. The first law of motion. I shut my eyes briefly, trying to remember all I had studied in preparation for this moment. On Sol-Earth, there was a scientist. Isaac Newton. I stumble over the name, unsure of how to pronounce a word with two as in a row. It comes out as is-saaahk, and Im sure thats wrong, but its not important.

Besides, its clear the others know who Im talking about. Shelby looks nervously at Marae, her eyes darting once, twice, three times to the mask of Maraes unnaturally still face. The steady stoniness of the other first-level Shippers postures melts.