Page 25 of Sugar Coated


  Her joy over finding the facility had been overwhelming, but now that she was actually faced with the enormity of the situation, her knees felt weak. They had absolutely no clue what they were doing, where they were going, or what kind of people ran this place. They could be dead in seconds if the facility was as sinister as Brynn’s dreams led her to believe.

  While she was weighing her odds of survival in the strange facility, a button caught her eye. Beside the three columns of buttons labeled with the various testing floors, Brynn saw three isolated ones that read, Control, Records, and Labs.

  “Records,” she breathed, thinking of the library with its endless wealth of knowledge that was completely useless in answering her questions.

  She couldn’t even begin to imagine what kinds of books were held in this facility—books that would hold the answers to every question she had ever dreamed up. She made a mental decision that as soon as she stepped off of the elevator, she would tell Ty and Jonah to get right back on so they could go to the records room. She knew Jonah wouldn’t have any objection to something so closely resembling a library and she could always convince Ty that a records room would be the last place they’d store murderous Angels with deadly weapons. It was the best decision all around.

  It took longer than she had anticipated to get to the third floor, descending much farther underground than three stories. When the metal grate finally came to a stop and the grey metal door of the tube slid open, Brynn was met, not with a cavernous facility, but with a small white hallway. She stepped out of the elevator, puzzled by this surprisingly simple hallway, and instantly did her security check, wondering why there didn’t seem to be any cameras anywhere. It didn’t make any sense to go to such lengths to make sure people couldn’t find your base and then to ignore security within it.

  She also couldn’t help but notice the complete lack of people anywhere in the facility. Since they’d arrived, they hadn’t run into a single life form. Brynn had found it strange that there weren’t any guards, but now that they were inside of the building she was beginning to find the complete lack of life very ominous. It was as if they weren’t Angels at all, but rather ghosts.

  Brynn continued to wait nervously in front of her now closed elevator, unsure of what was taking the others so long. She kept glancing down either side of the hallway, amazed and relieved that no one was in sight. She tapped her thumb nervously against her pant leg, waiting another five solid minutes before deciding her friends had pushed the wrong buttons. Not wanting to be a sitting duck in the hallway, Brynn entered the elevator, letting her finger rest lightly over the button for Records before giving it a firm push.

  Once more the grate came to life and began taking her even further down into the facility, making Brynn feel slightly claustrophobic from the miles of ground pushing in on her from all sides. Her ears popped before the elevator finally stopped moving and deposited her in the only room she’d seen so far that wasn’t stark white and brightly lit. Instead, this room was dim like the library and amazingly small. Looking around, Brynn guessed that it was even smaller than her bedroom back in Seaside. It housed three large, square computers that were alive with flashing lights, buttons, and large glowing screens.

  She could hear the soft humming coming from the three machines and stepped up to the middle kiosk, looking down at the screen that very clearly read Children. Puzzled by this odd description of the records it held, she decided to move on to a less confusing computer.

  The machine on the left identified itself with glowing letters that read Tests. This was something Brynn could understand, so she touched the screen to gain access, hoping it didn’t have a password or tissue memory. Upon touching the screen, however, three different options popped up. The first two didn’t seem very special; they simply said Test 1: Panurgic, and Test 2: Arcadian. The third, however, sent her mind reeling as she tried to understand what she was reading. She stared, dumbstruck, at the name of her own planet in glowing letters on this strange computer:

  Test 3: Halcyon.

  Chapter 26: Secrets

  “Halcyon,” Brynn said aloud, staring down at the screen and wondering why she could see her planet’s name depicted clearly there.

  Her mind coming up with every worst-case scenario she could muster, she touched the screen right over that one fateful word. At her touch, three more options came up on the idiot-proof computer: Backlog, Data Gathered, and Timeline.

  “Might as well start at the beginning,” she said to herself, forgetting that she was in a strange place where people could burst out of the elevator at any moment and try to kill her. Instead, her focus was trained on the screen in front of her as she clicked on Backlog and watched the endless text loading on the screen.

  Her eyes flew across the words, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The beginning seemed to be pretty basic, if not completely impossible. Society created, continent populated, memories generated, testing begun. Brynn shook her head in confusion.

  “How does someone make a society?” she asked the empty room with its quietly humming machines. Trying to make sense of the completely incomprehensible words she read, she went back to the previous screen and tried out Data gathered.

  This screen made more sense and was written in complete sentences, making it easier to see what the author was trying to say.

  Longevity of life is the highest of the three tests, though progress is limited by laziness. Disease, unrest, and poverty have not become a byproduct of the continent of Halcyon. The population suffers greatly because of the selfishness of its inhabitants. Children are not wanted until it is biologically too late, and even then they worry about the ruination of their human figures, therefore we’ve had to fill the orphanages manually many times to repopulate. Little is known about the surrounding continents and the inhabitants do not seem to question the fear of water. Eris’s ability to suppress curiosity has eradicated threat of invention or uprisings.

  “Ability to suppress curiosity,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. This person was talking about her planet. Or continent. They had called it a continent as if more of them existed where her map only showed ocean. “No wonder they wanted to instill a fear of the water.”

  Brynn rubbed her hands over her arms, trying to stop the chill that was entering her body. She looked around the room suspiciously, wondering why people who could create societies and populate them somehow wouldn’t be swarming all over her for discovering their secrets. There was no way that they, with their infinite knowledge, didn’t know she was there.

  She thought of Ty and Jonah. They were definitely going to be caught as well, if they weren’t already being tortured by the Angel.

  “There’s no way we’ll walk away from this,” she told the room. Trying to shake her fear, she opened the last file labeled Timeline, hoping that what she found there would inspire some hope.

  Originally Halcyon was intended as a 100-year program. When we began collecting data and found that a perfect society requires more aspects to be judged, the program was extended. As of the present date, we anticipate maximum learning capabilities have almost been reached and the continent will be scheduled for termination in due time.

  Brynn’s mouth fell open in shock as her body went numb. She could feel the blood slowly leaving her arms and legs as they began to tingle. She re-read the file, wanting to make absolutely certain she had read the screen correctly. Her eyes flicked back and forth rapidly, hoping that by reading the words again she could change them.

  She could have read the same sentence a million times for all the good it did her. She sat on the floor for a moment, trying to take everything in. All of the lies she had been fed as a child, the fact that her entire planet was nothing more than a test, everyone’s lack of curiosity in the truth. But that last part wasn’t true. Brynn and Jonah were curious, weren’t they? If their curiosity was supposed to be dampened, how did you explain them?

  Brynn’s brain worked frantically, try
ing to find a connection between her and Jonah that would make them different from her friends. Her mind went back to an old conversation between the two when they stayed in Central Wildwood. Brynn had called her parents to check in and she had asked Jonah about his family. He had told her that he was adopted as well and she thought nothing of it. Almost half of the kids in the city were adopted.

  “Wait,” she said aloud, standing up and walking over to the computer labeled Children. Something wasn’t quite adding up in her mind and she instantly thought back to a sentence she had read. We’ve had to fill the orphanages manually many times. “How do you manually fill an orphanage?” she asked the empty room.

  Having children was something almost frowned upon in Seaside. Adopting children was normal, but actually having your own children was just a quick way to ruin your figure. Even those couples that adopted often would wait until they were older because children meant one thing: less time to do what you wanted.

  Brynn hadn’t ever questioned why the orphanages always seemed full of children needing to be adopted when no one ever seemed to have children, but now that she really thought about it, it made absolutely no sense.

  “Where are all of these kids coming from?” she asked. “Where did I come from?”

  Brynn’s parents, Orson and Lia, were very open with her about the fact that she was adopted. Most of her classmates were and so there was nothing taboo about discussing the subject. But they had never spoken of her birth parents. Most kids didn’t ask because it wasn’t something that held any great importance in their society, but as she read the chilling words on the computer screens, she began to wonder if that was really because it didn’t matter, or because these Angels had somehow managed to suppress their curiosity on the subject.

  She tried desperately to think of other people she knew who were adopted besides her and Jonah. Did they seem to be more curious than Ty, Amber, and Bennett, who showed absolutely no interest in the many questions Brynn raised? She didn’t really think so, but maybe she hadn’t spent enough time with them to discover the extent of their curiosity.

  Trying to keep herself calm and focused amid her world crumbling down around her, she accessed the information on the computer titled Children, hoping her questions about where she had come from might be answered. She was imagining everything from farms where orphans were grown like livestock to a breeding facility for humans. The glowing words on the screen seemed to confirm the fears that had arisen since her discovery of the small records room.

  Tissue samples are fabricated and children genetically engineered to populate orphanages in Halcyon. Such lengths have not been necessary on Panurgic and Arcadian, as the inhabitants there are more concerned with maintaining a steady population to ensure work is completed. Eris found that genuine human tissue was too unpredictable and difficult to control in a test environment. Fabricated tissue samples were created to ensure curiosity could be suppressed and physical traits easily modified to a societal mean.

  Brynn stared at the screen, sure she understood the implications of what she read, but unable to compute it. If she was right in her understanding, she hadn’t ever been born. She had been made in a lab somewhere in this facility and placed in an orphanage under the pretense that she had lost her parents. But why bother with the fake backstory of dead parents at all? She supposed most people wouldn’t be comfortable with the idea that their precious new baby was actually a genetic experiment created specifically to be compliant and uninteresting.

  “What happened to me?” she asked the computer, though she knew it wouldn’t answer her. Had she been a mistake? Where did her curiosity come from if it was supposed to have been suppressed by this Eris person?

  The room seemed to be spinning and Brynn was sure this much knowledge should never come to a person all in a matter of minutes. It had only taken a few clicks on the computer screen to turn her world upside down. She hadn’t even been able to answer her many questions—instead more questions were coming in to her mind at an alarming rate. Trying to stabilize her thoughts and regain her balance, she went back to the first computer, wanting to find out exactly what these other continents were. With shaking hands she opened the file for the first test titled Panurgic, unsure of what to expect.

  A diagram came to life on the screen, showing Brynn the familiar shape of Halcyon on the map she thought she had studied thoroughly. Instead, what she saw was the same map she’d looked at for years with two other continents in the ocean she always thought empty.

  She assumed that the blue, glowing continent the computer had highlighted was Panurgic. Touching the land mass on the screen, the same three options came up for this continent that had come up for Halcyon: Backlog, Data Gathered, and Timeline.

  Feeling that Data Gathered had served her well before, she touched it, opening the text file that explained exactly what this continent was capable of.

  Longevity of life is the lowest of the three tests, though creativity, industriousness, and progress are the highest. The inhabitants are work-oriented, taking no time for leisure and spending most of their days creating many of the items used in Test 3: Halcyon.

  Brynn stopped reading for a moment, looking down at the clothing she wore. Surely this couldn’t have been made by the people in Panurgic. Most of her clothes had been specifically designed on the kiosk in the clothing store. They couldn’t have made it and shipped it clear over the ocean to her in a matter of minutes. That obviously wasn’t what they had meant by their explanation.

  Looking around at all of the technology and raw materials that went into creating a facility, however, that did seem believable. Perhaps these people were the ones who created the basic materials needed for houses and computers. A chill went through Brynn’s body as she continued to read.

  Technology on Panurgic is more advanced than the other two tests. Many items having been invented by the inhabitants themselves, though creativity has to be strictly regulated to ensure weapons and methods of water and air transport are not created.

  “Water and air transport,” Brynn repeated, finally finding something that seemed more exciting than terrifying.

  If these people really were such great inventors, they may be able to invent some sort of human flight mechanism to travel across the ocean. She wondered briefly what they would make of Halcyon with its wall screens that created anything they wanted and no work to be done.

  Returning to the screen that showed the completed map of the world, not the fake map Brynn had studied her whole life, she tried to memorize exactly where Panurgic was, hoping that if she got out of A1 alive she might be able to travel there somehow and learn about their extensive technology.

  While her eyes flew across the screen, her attention was caught by something else in the room—a small, red, blinking light on the wall near the ceiling. She was sure the light hadn’t been blinking when she’d first entered the room and her body instantly went cold.

  The Angels knew she was there.

  Chapter 27: Eris

  Brynn didn’t bother trying to get back to the home screen to cover her tracks. Instead, she stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the first room where they had entered A1. As the metal door slid closed and the grate below her feet began to move, she sifted through the information she had just received. There was almost too much of it for her to comprehend and she wondered if she’d ever understand exactly what was happening on Halcyon.

  This much she understood: the only reason she was alive was to be tested. She had no idea what they were testing for, her continent was about to be terminated, and there were whole continents filled with people that no one else, but the Angels—and now she—knew about.

  She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor of the elevator, wishing she could somehow will it to go faster. Ty and Jonah hadn’t made an appearance since they each got into their own tubes and she wondered if they had already been caught. Would they kill them or simply keep them at the facility for testing? Should she s
tay in A1 and try to find her friends, or escape and try to get others to help her? Even if she could escape, who would believe that their entire planet was actually one of three continents used for testing?

  Brynn sighed deeply at the hopelessness of her situation. She had no idea what she should do, but she did know she was running out of time to make a decision. The longer Jonah and Ty were in the facility, the more likely it was that they would be caught. Squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself to make a choice, Brynn let out an agitated growl, knowing that she needed to stay and help her friends even though she had no idea where to start looking for them in the maze of a base.

  As the elevator came to a stop and the door slid open, Brynn was met, not with the entry room they had first encountered, but with a white room much like the one from her dreams. She pushed the button on the elevator once more, not wanting to explore that particular room and assuming she must have pushed the wrong floor to begin with.

  The elevator didn’t respond. It sat stationary, not making any attempt to take her to her desired destination. She pushed the button again, but the machine was just as unresponsive as before.

  Beginning to panic at finding herself stuck in the room from her nightmares, she pushed any button, hoping that at least one of them would work and take her away from this place. No matter what she did, the room stayed right where it was, refusing to let her go. Knowing that she couldn’t stay in the elevator forever, she stepped out into the white room with its soft floors and hospital bed in the corner. She touched the padded walls and looked around, glad that she was unable to locate the see-through tube where the Angel had detained her and tried to drown her.