Borrowing from Revelation and from the War Scroll of the Dead Sea Scrolls, he had patched together a hybrid parable about a giant demon, one of the Sons of Darkness, begging him for forgiveness, and a queen of the dead, a woman with green eyes and hair like red gold whose name was Miranda, and her slaves, who were Nathan Lee and Izzy. It had been over a month since Ochs had kowtowed to him, but the encounter continued to whet his appetite for disciples. But which one?īy the fire, Eesho was holding forth about the coming armageddon. Men followed behind, the earnest ones matching his pace, the slower ones yakking away.įine, grumbled Izzy. Big, loping strides carried him around the yard. When the time comes, he can lead the rest.Īt the moment, Ben was walking the wall circuit. Well, all right then, Nathan Lee said, trying to believe his luck. After Miranda's directive shutting down human experimentation, Los Alamos had ceased the harvesting of cities, which were probably finished anyway. If the deck sweeps had not been called off, they could have been transferred by helicopter to some distant place, but now that wasn't an option either. ![]() ![]() It was a pit of despair and deprivations down along the river. Sending them down to the pilgrim camp would be like throwing them into quicksand. They couldn't be freed anywhere close to the city, or they might try to return and prey upon it. The clones were too wild, and at the same time too tame. For the next several hours, they might as well have been discussing the release of zoo animals into the wilderness. Then you're not opposed to them going free?Īs it developed, the Captain had put a great deal of thought to it already. Why would any of them trust us? They're onto us now. The Captain took the job of programming the cell doors to automatically open an hour after the city emptied. In crossing America, he had heard stories of prisons and zoos filled with the carcasses of captives who had starved to death. Nathan Lee worried that if and when that day ever arrived, there would be so much chaos the guards might forget to open the cells. Their release, in short, would have to wait until E-Day, their fabled evacuation date. ![]() You're going to let them go? he reiterated. Nathan Lee guessed that was one way to view the universe. I'm not about to hand Eesho the keys to the castle. Now they could be used one final time, as his surrogate for breaking free. They and their sacrificed brothers had been used a thousand different ways by Los Alamos, from serving as lab subjects to titillating the city's mystical itch. The clones needed a crash course in the twenty-first century. ![]() The cities might be dead, but they were still mechanically alive, and deadly. One wrong highway could land them in the Canadian winter. One can of spoiled food could wipe them out with botulism. But survival in the ruins of America was going to require different skills. They knew how to quarry limestone, sow wheat, work leather, smith iron, and herd goats. In the meantime, Nathan Lee wanted to prepare the clones for alien times. But when the time's right, I'm all for you.
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