Perfect World Somewhere

Chapter 9

Lily wanted to cry, but couldn't. The overwhelming demise made her feel hollow.

The Kaezer possessed safe water supplies, and seized control of all known pure sources. Their propaganda continued, with even more fervor. "We shall give you water, food, shelter, care for your ill and injured. Come to the arms of the great leader, and find peace."

An exodus began, as anguished masses fled to the enemy. Stories circulated that the Kaezer had constructed huge fortresses, to better ration the water.

Salvation arrived one evening, with the chime of Delia's wristcom.

Daddy was outside, erecting a condensation still. Water was cleansed after evaporation, but they gleaned barely enough to survive on.

Lily sat beside Clarence on his bunk, playing a game of cat's cradle. It helped to pass time when they were bored.

When Delia answered her call, she covered a sob with one hand. "Ben, thank goodness it's you. We have to get off-world. It isn't safe here."

"I don't have long," Ben said. "This is an illicit channel on Celestine. It's the only way I could get through. But I have a shuttle arranged at last. Due to the water situation, everything up here is under strict quarantine. It will be highly dangerous. Do you still wish to do this?"

"Please." Desperation tinged Delia's voice.

Lily and Clarence stared.

"Has Mr. Fairpoole agreed to join us?" Ben asked.

"Yes. We can be ready anytime. The sooner, the better."

Daddy entered the room, and Delia beckoned him to her side.

Ben introduced himself, and proceeded to give the exact location. About fifty miles northwest of the stronghold was an abandoned reconnaissance base. It had an airstrip, in an area deemed useless by the Kaezer. They'd meet after sunset, in a week's time.

The call ended, after a mutual agreement.

For the rest of the evening, they discussed the best plan of action. Travel on foot would take two to three days. With the rationing, obtaining water for the journey would be their greatest challenge.

Getting out of Weathermann's Stand was their next concern. They'd have to elude both the Kaezer, and the scavengers within the stronghold itself. Having Krept was an advantage, but since the robot would be carrying supplies, its combat abilities were limited.

"Let's worry about getting the water first," Delia said. "Leave the rest to me."

Daddy bartered with Commissioner Marquardt the next morning. He managed to trade for a few gallons, but the commissioner wouldn't give more.

They gathered a little extra from their condensation still, and it would have to be enough.

Three days prior, Delia announced her plan.

"We'll leave by night, and declare ourselves as surrendering to the Kaezer. It pains me to desert the militia, and Captain Rutherford, but we have no choice. Ben can only take the four of us."

Daddy took Lily and Clarence aside. "This won't be easy, but I know you two are strong. Are you ready?"

They nodded, and Daddy hugged them.

Delia inspected Krept, and filled its tanks.

Pretending it was an ordinary night, they went to sleep at the normal time.

A few hours before dawn, Daddy woke them. "Let's go," he said.

Hastily, Lily secured her pack, and helped Clarence with his.

Daddy joined Delia in the yard, and bundled all of their supplies onto Krept.

They departed the barracks, and slipped onto the convoluted streets. The waning moon was their only light. It glinted silver, watching like a baleful, half-lidded eye. The only sounds were the drone of Krept's engine, and the heavy plod of its steel and brass legs.

They approached the western gate.

"Halt." Two guards blocked their path. A younger man that Lily didn't recognize, and an older officer, who'd always been kind to her.

"We're surrendering," Daddy said. "Please, let us pass."

The older man looked at Daddy. "You and Miss Swann are the last two I'd expect to give up," he said, glancing at Lily and Clarence. "But I understand. This place isn't safe. If I had children, I might do the same." He stepped aside, and waved them through. "Good luck to you."

"Thank you," Daddy said.

Lily only looked back once. She wouldn't miss the stronghold, but it had been her home for over a year. The speckled orange glow of thousands of campfires, and the pure white of stars in reflection, were her last glimpses of Weathermann's Stand.