                                    CHOLO

The heat was becoming intolerable; a thin line of sweat trickled down the left
side of Jared's nose. He wiped the back of his greasy hand across his eyes and
blinked in the flickering amber light. Reaching out with his long bladed
screwdriver he tapped at the lamp, a small unit that lay flush in the ducting
wall. It glowed more brightly for a second then went out altogether. He cursed
silently under his breath for the umpteenth time that day and hit the light
harder; it pulsed weakly back into life. Jared hated it when the lights went
out. It was bad enough being crammed into a two foot tunnel for six hours a day
as it was, he didn't like confined spaces and he hated it when it went dark. He
squinted back up at the circuit board he was checking and thanked God it was the
last one of the day.
  Jared was one of an elite team of computer maintenance engineers, there were
only seven in the whole bunker. It had always been his ambition to become one
ever since he was a kid but he had begun to regret his decision lately, after
all it wasn't really what he had expected. He had grown up reading every history
book he could lay his hands on, Blake's classic "The Development of the Psionic
Brain", Jonson's "The Genesis of Computer Thought", you name it, he had read it.
The computer was his life, though everyone else thought he was a freak. What's
the use of it they would ask, after all in the bunker what was the use of a
computer expert, except in maintenance. Even then it wasn't really difficult.
The computer told him what to do, he just had to crawl around like a rat in a
hole and fix the circuits that blew. An idiot could have done it. Jared sighed
and flipped the cover back up on the circuit he had just reset. Squirming onto
his front he began to squeeze arm over arm towards the main junction that lay
about a hundred yards further down the ducting.
  "Well that's me finished for the day."
  "Thank you Jared." replied a soft artificial voice. "Have a very pleasant
evening's rest."
  "Oh I'll try to, God knows who they'll send round tonight though."
  "You know it shouldn't matter Jared. Sometimes I think you read too many of
those old books. Nobody reads books anymore."
  "Nobody does anything anymore if you ask me" muttered Jared. After a short
while he came to the vertical intersection and piking his body through ninety
degrees he began to climb hand over hand up the long tube. His hands were greasy
on the metal rungs, but the rungs had become so corroded over the years that his
grip was firm, and he progressed quickly upwards.

Before long the light in the ducting became warmer and brighter as he drew near
to the opening. Throwing his tool bag through the open panel Jared grunted and
clambered after it. He sat for a while gulping in the comparatively clean air
and stretched his cramped muscles. As he picked up the covering panel he looked
down the long drop and shuddered, he hated heights as much as he hated confined
spaces. He couldn't have picked a worse job. His power driver locked the panel
into place and as the last bolt went home he sighed with relief. Five years ago
when he was a maintenance engineer it wasn't as bad, and he would only be called
out from the office once a week at the most. Nowadays it was nearly everyday,
God knows what would happen if it got worse, he thought. Nobody else was the
least bit interested in doing any real work in the bunker. He slung his bag over
his shoulder and trudged wearily up to the transportation belt. At least he had
some peace and quiet in the ducting, he thought wryly. The belt started to move
as he stood on it and Jared shut his eyes lightly holding onto the rail on the
side of his disc. After five minutes the transportation belt stopped suddenly
hurling him onto the floor. He swore loudly.
  "Sorry, Jared" said the calm and reasoning voice, "there seems to be a
malfunction in the transportation system." This was not news to him.
  "This is the third one that's broken down this month, what the hell is going
on around here?"
  "Oh you're off duty right now" said the grateful voice of the computer, "thank
you for your concern but I'll have one of the other engineers look into it, it's
really a very minor fault."
  "Thank you," said Jared carefully.
  "You are very welcome, have a pleasant evening." The computer was impervious
to sarcasm. The tunnel ahead stretched for another two miles before coming to a
transportation junction and Jared began to jog forward at a less than
enthusiastic pace.

An hour later he thankfully pulled the door to his rest module down and
stretched out comfortably in his plasto-bubble. He picked up his pod modulator
and pressed a few buttons. Immediately the lights dimmed then began to swirl in
a myriad of pastel colours. Soft instrumental music began playing and the lights
seemed to dance in tune to its rhythm. He pushed another button and a
dilapidated droid wheeled out from a recess in the wall. The droid was about two
feet high and vaguely humanoid in form, although a mass of wires protruded where
his chin should have been, and his eyes hung from their sockets at a most
unnatural angle. In his metallic hand he held a tall glass and the ice within it
clinked as he moved erratically towards Jared. After making a sequence of half
circular moves he finally stopped in front of the plasto-bubble.
  "Gurginonic" it rasped and poured a measure over his master's trousers. Jared
quickly snatched it from his hand and dispatched him back to his recess with a
curt tap of a button. The droid was an antique that he had lovingly rebuilt.
Nobody within the bunker had an operational mandroid except him, although it was
rumoured that the Guild of Neo-Vestals had a pleasure model but of course they
never admitted to such a thing. Jared was very proud of his possession. He
sipped at his Gin with satisfaction and closed his eyes. He began to doze off
after a while and was very nearly asleep when the soft music was interrupted by
a pulsing tone and the lights began to flash. He opened his eyes and struggled
up, then pushed the illuminated square panel by the side of his door. As the
door slid smoothly upwards he could see that there was a young woman of about
his age standing outside. She was nearly as tall as Jared and her jet black hair
was cut in the current fashion.
  "Hello" she smiled warmly, "I don't think we've been assigned before have we?"
  "No I don't think we have," Jared replied, "Look, would you mind if we just
took a raincheck on this evening." The young lady's eyes lit up.
  "A raincheck, what's that? I don't think I've done that before."
"No, I don't think you understand. What I mean is I'd like you to go home, I'd
just like to sleep on my own tonight." The girls face quivered and then she
started crying.
  "What's wrong with me, don't you find me attractive?"
  "No it's not that, it's just, well, I have a girlfriend and I don't really
want to spend the night with you. Even though you are very pretty." She gave
Jared a puzzled look.

  "You know, you're weird mister." She tossed her hair sharply and turned
around, calling over her shoulder as she stepped on the transportation belt.
  "I'm going to report this, you need help."
  Jared sighed and pulled the door back down. In the bunker there was no such
thing as a monogamous relationship, even though attachments were formed they
weren't allowed to be exclusive. The computer allocated different partners each
week and it was considered a serious breach of civil etiquette to refuse to
accommodate somebody. In the early days of Bunker history there had been serious
trouble with matrimonial disputes leading in some cases even to murder and
rioting. Nowadays of course the genetic pool made sure that there was always an
even balance of male and female in the bunker. Even so, marriage was outlawed by
the central computer as it had computed that this was the commonest cause of
unrest within the bunker. There was no such thing as jealousy anymore; after
all, nobody had any reason to be jealous. It was a perfect community, perfect,
that is, to everybody but Jared. Jared was in love and he was beginning to think
that the emotion was as antiquated as his pre-war droid. He knew that there
would be trouble for sending the girl away, he'd been called up by the medics
before and he didn't relish the prospect of another visit. He turned off the
lights and entered his rest module, the console on the far wall flickered softly
into life.
  "Hallo sir, have you had a pleasant evening
  "Not really Lucy, no."
  "I see that you're on your own again tonight sir. I trust that you are not
unwell?"
  "No, I'm fine thanks Lucy all I need is a good nights sleep."
  "Would sir like a cup of hot choco? It's very conducive to a good night's
sleep."
  Jared smiled, the computer was always trying to force the filfthy stuff down
him, Choco was another thing that he hated and the bunker loved. It was true the
stuff did make you sleep but it also made you unnaturally happy and Jared always
felt his willpower weaken when he drank it. Who knows what would happen if the
black-haired beauty came back.
  "No thank you, tell me what it is you put into it anyway?"
  "It's just a blend of chocolate and malt with hot milk, its very beneficial."
  "Yeah I'm sure and what else do you put in it?"
  "I've told you before Jared there is nothing else in the drink. I do believe
you're growing paranoid in your old age."

The computers voice was as calm and reassuring as ever but he felt a slight
threat under the soft words. Paranoia was a serious disease in the bunker, with
a community living within such a tight confine, panic was something that needed
to be eliminated at all costs. The medics kept a check on anybody showing signs
of paranoia or unrest and hauled them in very smartly for mind-probe testing.
  "I'm only twenty-four" said Jared "and I've just got a healthy curiosity."
  "Well remember what happened to the cat."
  "The cat?"
  "An old earth animal."

There were no animals within the bunker, except for rats, and nobody knew how
they had got in. It was assumed that a couple had found their way in during
construction and had avoided detection. Either way, there was a whole colony of
them living in the ducting; the engineers had to be very careful.
  "I'm going to bed now" said Jared with a yawn.
  "Good night Jared, have a very pleasant night's sleep."

Jared screamed. Mindless panic gripped him as the metal walls grew closer and
closer. He gasped for breath, fighting to draw precious air into his tortured
lungs ... it grew hotter still as the air grew thinner, this was the end, the
walls closed on him and his hands bled as he tried to hold them back. His mind
blacked and throwing his arms around his eyes he curled on the floor whimpering
in foetal despair.
  The soft orange light came on with a barely perceptible hum and a soothing
robotic voice spoke.
  "Is everything in order sir?"
Jared opened his eyes, he had leapt from his bed and for the third time in a
week found himself standing in the middle of his rest module. He looked at the
flickering console on the wall.
  "Yes everything's fine Lucy, no need to overload your circuits."
  He ran a shaking hand over his sweating brow and rubbed his already tired eyes
as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "Damn" he muttered under his breath; this
would definitely mean another visit from the medics. People weren't allowed to
wake up screaming in the night; nobody had nightmares anymore. He pulled back
the crumpled bed sheet and lay down, his eyes staring into blackness as Lucy
automatically adjusted the lighting. He pushed the button on his wrist console
and the glowing red figures told him that 'daylight' was only two hours away. He
knew it would be useless trying to get to sleep and besides, he didn't want to
have that nightmare again. They had started only four weeks ago and it was
always the same scene. He was in a room on his own, the electro-mechanism on the
door wouldn't operate and slowly the walls would start contracting ... no matter
how hard he tried to open the door or call for help nothing would work and no
sound would come from his mouth. Finally as the walls got closer and closer and
the air was used up, he would just roll up into a ball and scream. This was
always when he woke and his nightly dread was that the next time he wouldn't.

  Before he knew it the lights were coming up in a gradual and steady increase.
  "Its morning sir, time to get up and breakfast." The soft artificial voice
was, as always, infuriatingly cheerful.
  "One of these days I'm going to give you a terminal disconnection."
  Jared's mood was not improved by another sleepless night. No doubt this
outburst would be seen as another case of irrationality but he was beyond
caring.
  "Would sir care to take his shower now, the temperature has been set at your
preferred level?"
  Jared shook his head in resignation and walked through to his ablutions
cubicle. The powerful jets of water pummeled his body easing his aching muscles.
After a few minutes the water was replaced by jets of hot air which quickly
dried him, he shook his hair and activated the shaving mechanism. The shaving
sphere darted out of its recess, spluttered weakly with a thin beam and then
dropped to the floor hitting Jared's foot. He cried out, a shaving sphere wasn't
light, and hopped around the cubicle.
  "Lucy" he shouted "would you mind re-charging my Goddam shaver." He picked it
up and pushed it roughly back into its socket.
  "I'm sorry Jared I'll see to it immediately."
  He ran his hand over the rough stubble on his chin, dressed quickly and then
headed out of his pod toward the communal food consumption area. He hated
breakfast.
  Jared hated the bunker. It was a product of the ultimate in human achievement
in technology, the perfect defence against that other ultimate achievement
global destruction. It lay far below the city whose inhabitants it once
encompassed. The city of Cholo smouldered on the planet's surface. It had been
empty of human life for countless generations. Nobody who lived within the
bunker had ever walked on the surface of the earth, and nobody had even talked
to anybody who had. The subterranean colony was patiently waiting for the
radioactivity that poisoned the city to dissipate and allow their return.
Robotic mechanisms and mobile droids monitored the radiation levels and, when it
was safe for humans to return, they were programmed to release the seals on the
exit to the bunker. Today, the war that had devastated the world seemed like an
old and half forgotten nightmare. Life within the bunker was so ordered and
tranquil that most of the population found it hard to believe that a war had
taken place at all. There were no Republicans and no Communists in the bunker,
there were no politics at all. The computer controlled everything and everybody
was happy. There was no panic and no urgency to get out, they were comfortable
and complacent. The bunker was their world, everyone had been born within its
protective environment and nobody in their heart of hearts really felt safe in
leaving it.
  Jared was the exception. Everyday he monitored the instrumentation for a drop
off in radiation on Cholo. Everyday he was disappointed. Today, as he walked
toward the transportation belts he hoped even more than usual that there would
be some encouraging signs. He leapt over the belt system to land in the static
area in the middle and then breathing deeply started to sprint along the long
corridor. He overtook two passengers who looked at each other and shook their
heads. Jared was certainly an eccentric.
  Coming to the main intersection he paused, and then, rather than turning
right, he leapt onto the opposite belt and headed left towards the main computer
unit. It was here that the official daily readouts were given on the radiation
levels upstairs. He knew he'd be late for breakfast but this morning he didn't
want to wait. He started whistling and pounded further down the stainless steel
tube toward the C.C.U. After about ten minutes of hard running he came
breathless and perspiring to the security doors that led to the lifts. He
inserted his metal I.D. into the slot, then put his right hand on the shiny
metal plate and positioned his left eye over the iris identification mechanism.
  The solid tungsten doors opened noislessly and Jared stepped into the lift,
the doors closing immediately behind him. He stared at the familiar illuminated
map on the left hand wall showing the areas of the Central Computer that the
lift and his security clearance had access to. He punched in the code for the
Cholo surveillance centre and held the bar as the lift shot forwards and
downwards at incredible speed. Nobody knew just how big the bunker was but it
was big, very big. Shortly the lift stopped and, as the doors opened, Jared
walked through to the familiar sights of the surveillance unit. He moved quickly
to one of the desk terminals and seated himself into the moulded chair that
adjusted itself automatically to his shape and switched on the terminal. The
screen displayed the usual request for the pass code allowing access and he
tapped in the twenty-three letter and number sequence. The screen cleared and
was replaced by a menu for the various sections on the unit available. Jared
requested the latest report on the radiation levels topside. The report was
exactly the same as it had been for the two years that he had been requesting
it.
"Radiation levels in Cholo exceed human tolerance."
  Cholo was still hot. Jared sighed, he had expected no better but he still
hoped that one day the report would be different. It was always going to be
tomorrow.
  He typed on a couple of keys and the report screen was replaced by the
entertainments section of the main domestic computer. He flicked through to the
games menu and selected the RAT option. RAT was a kind of national sport and
Jared was the undefeated bunker champion; nobody could even come close to
beating him. Today his fingers flashed over the keyboard with furious speed and
a kind of weird light seemed to glow in his eyes. Half an hour later he had
beaten his personal best and set a new bunker record. He gave a triumphant yell
and spun round in his chair before turning off the terminal. He realised he was
very hungry and looked at his watch, he'd have to hurry if he was to make it in
time for the last of breakfast. He headed for the lifts laughing and whistling.
  In no time at all he was standing on the fast moving transporter belt and
arrived at the main dining hall. The place was like a football stadium. It could
hold the entire colony at one sitting and still have room to spare. The level of
population within the bunker was strictly controlled so that there was no chance
of the hall ever being full. Jared walked through the huge arched entrance and
headed for his usual table. The ball was nearly empty now but he nodded at a
couple of friends before picking his way through to his chair. He looked about
the ball for his girlfriend but there was no sign of her, they were only
allowed to spend a maximum of two nights a week together and he missed her. He
pushed the vending buttons on the table in front of him and the syntho-food soon
appeared. Jared ate wolfishly, the food was no better than it usually was but
he found he had a greater appetite. He had missed a couple of meals lately.
  He was just finishing his meal when a young women slid into the chair opposite
him and smiled.
  "Hello Jared how are you?"
  "Hi Fiona, I'm fine, how are you?" Jared's girlfriend was a couple of years
younger than he was.
  "I waited ages for you this morning, how come you were late again, playing
with that computer terminal I suppose?"
  Jared shrugged, "I guess so"
  "I don't know what you find so fascinating about it, you are odd, you know,
Jared."
  "I was just checking the radiation levels in Cholo."
  "Well I don't suppose they've changed from yesterday, have they?"
  "No, but listen, don't you want to get out of here."
  "Of course I want to, when the time is right" replied Fiona "but I'm sure
they'll let us know when it's safe."
  "Yeah well I'm not so sure" said Jared sharply "anyway I beat my personal best
at RAT today."
  "That's great" said Fiona smiling, games were something she knew rather more
about. "You are happy aren't you Jared, I mean happy with me and everything?"
  "Yes of course I am, it's just this damn bunker. If we could get out we could
do what we liked."
  "But we can do what we like here. God knows what would happen to us up there,
we would probably get killed. Remember what happened to my rat." Fiona had had a
baby rat which she found under the ducting in her pod. She had fed it and looked
after it until it was old enough to look after itself. She placed it back under
the ducting and let it go free, but the next day when she looked under the panel
she found it was dead. It had been killed by the other rats.
  "I hardly think we could be compared to your rat. After all we don't know if
there is anybody else left on the planet." 
  "For all we know the war is still going on. The computer doesn't report life
in Cholo but its hot, there could be people elsewhere - hostiles."
  "We don't know that, we don't really know anything, that's my whole point."
  "I don't see any point in worrying about it. There's nothing we can do."
  "Well, I intend to find out what's really going on around here." Jared
pushed the rest of his breakfast into the disposal chute and stood up.
  "I'll see you later, I'm going to work."
  Fiona watched him walk out the hall and shook her head, she didn't understand
him at all. They had a perfect life in the bunker, it was Utopia. Why did he
want to go and spoil it all? She frowned for a moment and then smiled and chased
after him, she wanted to talk about a dinner party next week.
  As Jared walked out of the hall a white suited man uncrossed his arms and
moved forward from the wall he was leaning against. As Jared saw him his
forehead furrowed.
  "Hallo there, I thought one of you guys might show up."
  "Just routine you know." said the medic, "You know the score, nothing to worry
about." His manner was friendly but firm.
  "O.K., I'll come quietly, but you'll never make me talk."
  "Sure, sure, everyone's a comedian nowadays." He led him towards the belts.
  Jared grimaced as they approached the familiar entrance to the bunker
sanitorium, its gleaming white and polished metal surface dazzled his tired
eyes. He couldn't find it within himself to smile at the nurse behind the
reception desk, even though her practised display of perfect teeth really
demanded it. He lay his palm over the metal plate and passed through to be
greeted by the doctor.
  "Hello Jared good to see you again" he shook his hand warmly, "nothing to
worry about, just a check up."
  "I feel fine thanks doc."
  "Good, good. But we haven't been sleeping too well lately have we?"
  "Well I haven't been, Doctor, but I really don't know about you, shall I check
with your new receptionist?"
  "Yes well I think we should get on with it don't you?" The doctor said
hurriedly and ushered him through to the surgery.
  The room was large open and circular, on the floor lay a thick red carpet. In
the roof a series of window like panels curved, from which a soft light
emanated. In the centre of the room was a high backed black leather chair, built
into the top was a circular, metallic device with fine tendrils extending from
it. Facing the chair was a desk on which sat a large monitor and a bank of
instrumentation.
  "Into the chair please" said the doctor, "you know the procedure, nothing to
it."
  Jared slumped into the armchair, the back of his head resting against the
spiky metallic device. The nurse behind him made soothing noises and arranged
the tendrils around his head. The sharp points punched very slightly through the
surface of his skin but were irritating rather than painful. The doctor sat
behind the desk and made some alterations with the instrumentation. Finally he
nodded with a satisfied expression.
  "Looks pretty bad huh doc, do you think I'll live?" said Jared.
  "Now just answer these few questions please" replied the doctor, "It shouldn't
take long."
  "O.K. Shoot."
  "How do you feel about your pod, is it a comfortable place to live in?"
  "Sure it's fine."
  "Do you want to leave the bunker one day?"
  "Of course I do. Doesn't everybody?"
  The doctor nodded, his eyes leaving the monitor briefly to make a few notes.
  "Are you happy in your work."
  "It's voluntary isn't it?" demanded Jared.
  "Just answer the question please."
  "Well not all the time no, its not what I thought it would be. I don't get to
use my brain, I'm just an organic arm of the computer. She itches and I'm just
sent to scratch her. I don't even have to really know anything, I'm told exactly
what to do. A child could do it. But I'm glad to do the job, I'd hate to sit
around all day playing games and watching videos like the rest of the vegetables
here."
  "Well some of us work as well Jared."
  "Yeah, how often do you ever see anybody?"
  "We're here to talk about you Jared, not about me. Now just one more question
and you can run along."
  "Go on then."
  "What does the word 'bird' mean to you."
  Jared tilted his head back and looked up to the arched panels, a smile came
over his face.
  "A drunk in a midnight choir."
  "What's that?" said the doctor quizzically.
  "It's a line from an old song. It rhymes with 'like a bird on a telegraph
wire'."
  The doctor made a final note then looked up and smiled at Jared, "Now I told
you that wouldn't be too painful didn't I. Nurse show Jared to the door please
that will be all for now."
  "Well thanks a lot doctor its been an education as always." He shook his head
free of the tendrils and stood up from the chair running his hand through his
hair, "A little shorter than I wanted but that will do fine."
  As he walked out of the surgery the new receptionist hit him with another
platinum plated smile.
  "Have a nice day."
  Waiting for him outside the door was Fiona, pacing anxiously up and down. She
grabbed him by the arm, "Jared what on earth is going on?"
  "There's nothing going on." It was awful hard sometimes to get a little peace
in a nuclear bunker, he thought.
  "I'm very worried about you Jared, why did the medics haul you off, what's it
all about?"
  "Oh it's the usual thing, they just wanted to check inside the old fuse box."
  "What's a fuse box, I do wish you'd talk sense."
  Jared tapped the side of his head,
  "The old grey matter, you know. They wanted to make sure I'm not freaking out
from bunker syndrome."
  "But why?"
  "Well I sent the partner they assigned me away last night."
  "You did what?"
  "I sent her away. I didn't want her there, I wanted you."
  "Oh you're just impossible, you're so selfish. You say you love me and then
you go and do something like that. Why can't you just behave like any other
normal person. Maybe you are suffering from the syndrome, you know what happened
to your grand-father."
  "I don't know. The family never talks about him."
  "He must have done something pretty bad to get isolated, they don't send you
to the exclusion zone for nothing."
  "I suppose so. Look, let's not talk about him." Jared ran his hand
affectionately over his girlfriends' bald head.
  Crime didn't happen in the bunker. There were no fights, no quarrels, no
thefts and no jealousies. At least hardly ever. The medics monitored for bunker
syndrome, the name given to anybody who started suffering from panic about
living underground. If anyone started to behave asocially they were immediately
called in for tests and therapy. The doctors did their job very well and there
had been no cases of seriously antisocial behaviour for decades. There had been
very, very few cases of anybody being sent before the judge, the bunker
judicial system, and fewer still who had been sentenced to the exclusion zone.
Jared's grandfather had been one of them, and like the rest he had never been
seen again. Nobody knew what happened there and no one ever wanted to find out.
Jared took Fiona by the arm,
  "Come on let's get out of here, this place gives me the creeps."
  Arm in arm they walked away, Jared nervously running his hands through his
hair and twitching involuntarily.
  "What's it like in there?" asked Fiona.
  "Haven't you ever been inside?"
  "No, I've never been sick in my life."
  "Well neither have I, at least not really, I get this nightmare sometimes."
  Fiona looked at him shocked,
  "But nobody has nightmares, that's what the dream tapes and the choco are
for."
  "Yeah, well, I'm going to go into the office now, I'll see you later."
  Fiona started to call after him as he jumped on the East-West belt, but he
waved and was gone before she had a chance. She still hadn't fixed the dinner
party.



                         ____________________________




  In the main surveillance section of the Central computer unit a calm
atmosphere prevailed. The technicians sat behind their terminals with practised
relaxation. In the middle of the room two men sat playing chess and a young girl
reclined gracefully on a lounging unit watching a video.
  "Hey, doll face," said one of the players, "get us some coffee."
  One of the men at the terminals turned round, "Get it yourself, honey."
  "Yeah, very funny, come on Mary it is your turn."
  Mary looked up from the couch and flicked her shaggy blonde mane to one side,
  "Oh alright I suppose it is my turn." She stood up from the recliner and all
eyes glanced at her. She had the kind of body that pouted if it didn't get
attention. Lazily she just punched at the buttons on the vending unit. As she
did so her eyes fell on the terminal to her right; suddenly her body went rigid.
  "Oh my God..." Her voice was a whisper. All eyes whipped back to her.
  "What's the matter have we run out of coffee again? Not another vending
malfunction?" said one of the chess players.
  "Look." said Mary simply and pointed at the display unit.
  "Sweet Jesus!" There was a universal shout and they all crowded around the
terminal.
  "Quick alert security or something." Said a tall dark guy who had been playing
games on his own unit. Mary dashed to the opposite wall and pushed a large red
disc that lay flush in its surface. Immediately a loud, insistent klaxon began
to sound.
  Within minutes five peace wardens came bursting through the door.
  "What's the panic? Which joker's been fooling around with the alarm in here?"
  "This isn't a joke. Check out the computer maintenance terminal over there."
  The warden stepped over to the terminal and drew his breath in sharply.
  "Right I don't want anybody to leave this room, this is going to need
investigation. God, this looks like sabotage."
  "Well nobody in here has done anything." Said Mary nervously.
  "Maybe not, but it would have to be one of you technical guys. Nobody else has
the access and nobody else has the knowledge."
  "We don't program the thing, we just keep an eye on it. Christ the thing runs
itself. It tells us what to do."
  "Well I don't know anything about this, all I know is it needs looking into,
and nobody leaves here till I say so."
  The warden looked distinctly worried, he pointed at two of his colleagues,
"You two stay here and make sure no one leaves. The rest of you come with me,
the Captain can deal with this. Damned if I know what to do."
  The chief engineer tapped a couple of times on the keyboard, shook his head
and looked up slowly. "Well captain there's no doubt about it, the system has
been tampered with. It's definitely sabotage."
  In the bunker tampering with the Central Computer was the ultimate crime.
Everybody within it depended on the computer for their very lives. It fed them,
clothed them, kept them warm and kept them safe. Without the computer there
would have been no survivors. To sabotage it put the lives of every inhabitant
of the bunker in the severest jeopardy.
  The Captain was visibly shocked. He had held his position as Captain of the
peace wardens for over two decades and this was the first crime he had ever had
to deal with. He wasn't at all sure he knew how to proceed.
  "What has actually been done?" He asked nervously.
  "As far as I can tell the damage is superficial. Whoever it was that did this
was after something else. What we have here is a minor breakdown of one of the
heat monitoring systems. Our unknown saboteur was trying to disable the security
protection on the master circuits. I don't think he managed to do it, but he
caused this breakdown in the attempt."
  "Well can you fix it?" The captain was getting anxious.
  "Of course we can, the computer is telling us exactly where the damage is and
what to do about it. This is a minor problem, compared to the real problem of
finding the person responsible. If whoever it is tries again we might not be so
lucky. This particular system is an ancilliary back-up, if he had blown one of
the main circuits we could have been in real trouble. Do you realise how cold it
would get down here if the heating went down?"
  The captain didn't care to speculate, "Nobody must know about this. Good God,
we'd have a riot on our hands if the people knew about this."
  "What about the klaxon that went off, there's bound to be a little curiosity
about that?"
  "Oh we've already announced that it was just a drill. Everybody assumed it was
anyway; we don't have emergencies in the bunker."
  "Well, we didn't." Corrected the chief engineer.
  "Can you track this guy down?" Asked the Captain. "I can't figure out how out
scanners could have missed him. He had to be an asocial, there must have been
some signs, unless he just woke up this morning and suddenly decided to sabotage
the bunker. There's something very strange about all this."
  "Well, we can find him alright Captain, or her, it's very simple. He has to be
one of my team of six maintenance engineers, only they would have the necessary
knowledge to have done this."
  "Or yourself," added the Captain.
  "Well, you can mindprobe me straight away if it will make you any happier.
I've got nothing to hide. What we really need to worry about is finding our man
in time, we don't want him striking again."
  "Can't we just get your six people in here and just mindprobe the lot of
them?" Asked the captain.
  "Four of them are out on assignment, the other two we can get in. But if I put
out an immediate recall alert for the others our man will know something's up.
God alone knows what he'd do then, he's obviously insane."
  "No. We don't want to panic him. Look, we'll have your two engineers in for
mindprobing immediately, it could be one of them. Meanwhile, is there anyway of
tracking down the identity of him through the computer."
  "This guy's smart, he's broken the security overrides so we can't track him
down by a personal priority classification. But his calling card is in the
machine somewhere, he can't get in without leaving it, all I've got to do is
find the right place to look."
  The Captain ran a troubled hand over his thinning grey hair, "Well, this is
really your ballgame, I'll leave you to it whilst I interview your two
engineers." He walked to the door and then paused, turning back.
"Oh and I'll be back for you after that, if we have no luck," he pointed at the
burly peace warden standing by the entrance, "he's just here for your protection
of course." Moreland nodded and left swiftly, the chief engineer smiled slightly
and then hunched over his keyboard.
  In the recreation dome Simon Jones flipped through three hundred and sixty
degrees and lashed out with his raquet, catching the floating spheroid perfectly
at full force. It slammed into the back panel signifying another goal.
  "Your game's right off today Jared, that's the third time in a row I've beaten
you. What's the problem, you don't seem yourself?"
  "Oh I'm alright, I guess everybody has his off days from time to time."
  "Yes I'm sure, but I've never beaten you this easily before and I can see
you're worried. Come on, you can talk to me about it. It's not Fiona is it?"
  "No, of course not. I guess I just haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately
that's all."
  "You've been acting pretty weird for weeks now, are you sure it's nothing I
can help with?" Simon puffed heavily and sat on the court next to Jared and
helped him to unplug his A Grav wire.
  "Thanks," he said, "I don't know, it's just this damn bunker. I don't suppose
you'd understand but I just want to get out. I have to get out. Maybe I am going
crazy."
  "Have you spoken to the medics about this?"
  Jared looked up with a wry smile, "They've spoken to me about it several
times, I can't take a shower lately without glancing over my shoulder to check
nobody's watching me."
  Simon gave his friend a concerned look, the problem was obviously far worse
than he had expected. "You need to get yourself some help. Listen Jared, the
medics are there to help us, to help you. You make it sound as if they're
plotting against you. Can't you see you're getting a little paranoid."
  "I told you you wouldn't understand. Look don't worry about it, maybe you're
right. Anyway I'll sort it out." He slapped Simon on the back and stood up,
"Listen I'm late on a job as it is, don't worry, next time we play you won't
have it so easy."
  "It would be hard. You should go and get some sleep, it sounds like that's all
you really need."
  "Yeah maybe," he waved and headed for the changing rooms.
Standing under the hard needle jets he thought about what his friend had said,
but couldn't bring himself to agree with him. After all it was natural for
humans to live outside, not underground like some kind of post nuclear
troglodyte. He couldn't understand why it was just him who felt the way he did.
It seemed like he was the only really sane person in the bunker, everyone else
seemed perfectly happy to live out the rest of their lives incarcerated. He was
beginning to suspect that many were even strongly opposed to leaving, even when
it was safe. Well not Jared, he'd never be content with it. He dried himself and
left the dome, heading for his pod.
  Jared wriggled uncomfortably in the ducting, he had developed a cramp in his
back and the narrow confines made it nearly impossible to ease it. Even though
he hated confined spaces he liked being in the ducting. It was peaceful and it
gave him the chance to think. It was hard to enjoy this luxury anywhere else,
the bunker's lifestyle was founded on an antiseptic hedonism as far as he was
concerned. He couldn't help feeling that they were treated like a group of
babies in a nursery ward. They were allowed to do pretty much as they wanted so
long as they stayed in the room where the nurses could keep an eye on them. No
harm was allowed to come to them. He flipped over onto his front and as he did
so he heard the tell tale, scratching sound of rats approaching. He hastily
reached under him to his belt and unhooked his low level laser unit. After about
sixty seconds the tell tale, beady eyes started to appear, glowing in the orange
light about twenty yards away. Jared fired his unit directly in their midst. The
laser pulsed brightly and Jared's eyes narrowed in the sudden glare. There was
an immediate hideous squeaking and squealing as the pack retreated down the
ducting. Jared placed his unit back on his belt, he knew he wouldn't be troubled
for a while. The rats would be back to feast on their dead companions but not
for a few hours. He often wondered what the rats fed on apart from themselves.
  "Hey, what do the rats eat when there's none of their dead around."
  "What do you mean by 'rats' Jared?" Asked the familiarly accommodating voice.
  "You know what I mean. Rats. Rodents. The little creatures that scurry around
your ducting. Hungry little beasts with greedy, glowing little eyes."
  "There are no rats in the bunker Jared. This is a totally safe environment,
there are no vermin here."
  Jared sighed, he had questioned the computer before and he always received the
same reply.
  "What's the matter, have you got a farm of the beasts somewhere. Are they your
protein source, what happens if some of them escape?"
  Jared had a theory that the computer really knew all about the rats but that
they featured in some scheme that the computer wasn't telling about. His
favourite idea was that they were used for a food source, nobody knew the
precise nature of the food origination within the bunker. It had to be made from
something, after all the computer was powerful but it wasn't divine. The
computer didn't reply.
  "Worried about morale when they discover they've all been eating rat
fricassee?" He demanded.
  "There are no rats within the banker." The computer repeated in the same
pleasant tone. Jared laughed and turned over onto his back again, trying hard to
rub between his shoulder blades. The light source from his screwdriver picked
out the circuit that needed replacing and he quickly replaced it with a new one
from his shoulder bag.
  "This is a pretty mindless job."
  "The bunker depends on you Jared; without your maintenance I wouldn't be able
to operate at maximum efficiency. I'm sure everybody admires your diligence and
skill, I know I'm grateful."
  "Yeah, well, you're just a machine after all."
  The computer remained silent, "Tell me," said Jared, "when do you think we'll
be allowed out of here?"
  "As you know, you will be released from the bunker when it is absolutely safe
to do so. You could not survive on the surface with the present levels of
radiation."
  "Well when do you compute that it will be safe?" This was another question
that he had asked countless times before and always received the same reply.
  "I am not equipped to calculate the probability of such an event. I can only
monitor the existing levels and report them."
  "How long have we been down here?"
  "Your present level of authority doesn't allow me to answer that question."
  Jared had tried on numerous occasions to find out how many years the bunker
colony had been in existence, without success. There were no records of the time
immediately before the war that committed the inhabitants of Cholo to their
underground city. Any references that could help the calculation of that
information had been deleted from the existing records. The computer refused to
give any help in this matter and Jared was at a loss to see why.
  "Who does have the authority to receive that information then?" He asked.
   "Your present level of authority doesn't allow the disclosure of that
information."
  "Who sets the levels of authority."
  "The levels of authority have already been set."
  "Yes but who set those levels?"
  "Your present level of authority doesn't permit the disclosure of that
information."
  Jared gave up.
  Captain Riley looked up from the monitoring screen and shook his head sadly,
"This one's clear as well, let him out of the chair. Come on let's go and get
Moreland. He's the most qualified of the bunch, it's time we gave his brain a
scan."
  "You'll have a job finding it" quipped the engineer stepping from the chair.
  Moreland looked up from his terminal as the captain strode forcefully into the
room. "I've found our man Captain."
  "Well who is it, tell me man?"
  Moreland tapped a long finger on the terminal's display unit. Captain Riley
moved nearer to get a closer look and then nodded, "O.K. where is he?"
  "He should have been back from his assignment a long time ago, he hasn't
checked into the office yet."
  "What's your guess Moreland? Do you think he's running wild out there? Can we
check for signs of sabotage on the terminals?"
  "Not yet Captain, we won't know about it till he's done it. We only get the
reports on malfunctions."
  "Well I'm going to bring him in. Can you give me a precise fix on his
location?"
  "I can give you the precise location of his last job, but if he's moved on
from there then your guess is as good as mine."
  "Well, it's a start."
  Moreland hunched back over his keyboard and typed rapidly. Within seconds the
screen was replaced by a graphical representation of the bunkers' ducting. He
typed again and a tiny yellow light began to glow on the left hand side of the
schematic.
  "Can we zoom in on this?" asked the Captain. The picture was replaced again
and rapidly changed as the Chief Engineer enlarged the relevant section of the
bunker. Finally he was left with an area that clearly indicated the exact
location of the yellow light.
  "This area that you are looking at on the screen now, covers approximately
three miles. So you can see that if our man has moved from this spot we've got
about as much chance of finding him as we have a needle in a haystack."
  "What's a haystack?" Asked the Captain.

Jared turned the corner and stopped suddenly. Ahead of him stood two peace
wardens armed with particle rifles. One of them was shining a flashlight into
the entrance to the ducting that he had left a short while before, the other
held his rifle pointing menancingly at the aperture.
  "Hi guys, what's going on here, the rats getting really out of control?"
  "This doesn't concern you, just routine you know. What are you doing here
anyway?"
Something held Jared from telling the truth, he had come back to retrieve his
powerdrive which he had left it in the ducting.
  "Oh I'm just on my way to the recreation dome. What's happening?"
  "I've told you it's just routine, a peace warden exercise. What's your name?"
  "Simon Jones." said Jared, acting on instinct.
  "Well, Simon I suggest you take the next belt system along we're kind of tying
this one up with manoeuvres."
  "Oh sure I'd hate to get in your way, have a nice day."
Jared turned the corner he had just come from and paused when out of sight, he
found that his heart was beating unnaturally fast. After a short while he began
to hear the wardens voices floating down the corridor.
  "What do we know about this Jared anyway?"
  "We know he's an asocial and that's enough. Those dudes are bad news."
  "Why, have you dealt with one before?"
  "No never, have you?"
  "No."
  "Well all I know is our orders are to be real careful, we don't know if he's
armed or not. Either way I hope he doesn't surface here."
  "Do we definitely know he's still down there?"
  "That's what the chief engineer reckons."
Jared found he'd been holding his breath, he let it out slowly scared of drawing
any attention to himself.
  "Well I'm going to shoot first and ask questions later."
  "Remember our orders, we've got to take him alive. Hell, we don't even know if
he's armed or not."
  "Yeah well, I don't want to find out the hard way."
  "Don't worry about it, where's he going to get a weapon from?"
  "They carry laser units don't they?"

Jared glanced nervously over his shoulder and then forward up the tunnel. He
thanked his good luck, or sense, in carrying an extra power driver and began to
open the panel that lay at his feet. Within seconds he was lowering himself into
the ducting, pulling the panel into place over his head. He couldn't re-seal it
from inside but he put the bolts into his pockets and hoped that nobody would
notice that it had been opened. If they knew where he had re-entered the bunker
it would make their job of finding him a whole lot easier. He began to slowly
make his way, hand over hand, down the rungs and deep into the ducting. Coming
to the bottom he branched off to the right and headed through the maze to au
central junction area where he knew there would be more room. After an hour of
determined scrambling he came to where the ducting widened out as three tunnels
converged. Jared leaned his back against the wall and straightened himself. The
luxury of being able to sit upright was well appreciated. From his position he
could keep an eye on the entrances to all three tunnels. He only had one dim
light switched on for fear of drawing unwanted attention. He didn't really want
any visitors, rodent or humanoid. If any humans approached he would see their
lights long before they saw his, and by the time they arrived he would be long
gone. The rats were a problem but he had his laser unit with him, and who knows,
if need be they could provide him with food. His supplies were low to say the
least and maybe laser barbecued rodent wasn't all bad. None the less, he didn't
relish the prospect.
  Time passed slowly, when ever he looked at the digital display on his wrist
unit he was constantly surprised. The quiet began to play on his mind, he used
to find the peace relaxing but alone and frightened it now had a menacing
quality that he didn't savour. He opened his shoulder bag and checked his food
rations. He had four meal bars and one bottle of juice. He carefully peeled the
silver foil off one of the bars and ate it. He washed it down with a swig of the
juice and felt his spirits lift somewhat. Nonetheless he was worried about the
extent of his food and was very conservative with his drink. He resolved to eat
only half a bar the next time around. He panicked when he overheard the two
wardens and had shot as far away as quickly as possible. His immediate idea was
to put as much space between him and the wardens as he could and then to think
things through. He had been thinking, but he still couldn't make any sense of
it. He placed the bottle back in his bag and settled down to try and get some
sleep.
  Jared moved his hand drowsily towards his ear and scratched, then started bolt
upright as a small pair of razor sharp teeth sank into his flesh. He screamed
and shook his hand free of the rat that hung dangling from his finger, its eyes
glowing with a feral intensity in the low orange lamp light. It screeched as it
fell to the floor and joined the mass of rodents that were clamouring around
Jared's feet. His body was covered with the hungry little beasts and he shook
his body in a wild panic, his head banging on the roof of the ducting. He kicked
his leg at the grey squirming mass but they clung determinedly and worked their
way upwards towards the soft, white, exposed flesh of his neck and face. He
threw his body against the wall crushing the rodents. Brushing them squeeling
from his body, he grasped quickly at his laser unit and pulled on the trigger
sweeping the corruscating fire wildly about him. The rats fell back immediately,
their eyes red in the sudden glare and their teeth bared. Jared fired another
blast and they swarmed back down the tunnel their claws scratching and
screeching on the metal floor of the ducting. Around Jared lay a mass of
charcoaled and smouldering bodies, a thick smoke hung in the air and a foul
odour assaulted his nostrils. He ran a shaking hand over his forehead and then
staggered towards the left hand tunnel wretching violently. Going back to his
place by the wall he kicked the dead rats into the tunnel and sat down
shivering. The heating system wasn't designed to keep the ducting warm and Jared
wasn't dressed for the temperature. He pulled his bag open and swilled his mouth
with juice and spat it away immediately regretting the waste.
  The hours passed slowly, he wrapped his arms around him and sat watching the
tunnels with a wild and worried look in his eyes. He held his laser with a
fierce grip and his knuckles were white with the tension. He broke into another
food bar after a couple of hours and though he had resolved not to, he ate all
of it. Being sick had emptied his stomach and he sorely felt the need to
assauge the hollow feeling of emptiness. He talked to himself at first and sang,
but after a while he was silent for fear of attracting the rats or a search
party. His thoughts turned over in his head and in the unnatural quiet it seemed
as though he was shouting to the whole bunker. He felt his head nodding and he
drifted into the uneasy dreams of a hunted man, his body still rigid and the
laser still held firmly in his grasp.
  Jared awoke in the dark, it was now four days since he had escaped into the
ducting. He switched on his hand held, computer communications device.
  "Hello there what day is it?"
  "It's Tuesday Jared and I really think it's time you came back up. I don't
know why you're staying down there." Jared flicked his unit off. He had long
since abandoned hope of getting any useful information from the computer. His
food supplies had gone the day before. Was it night? His wrist clock told him it
was but he had lost all real track of time, the numbers didn't mean anything to
him. He ran his hand over the rough growth on his face and stifled a yawn. His
ears suddenly pricked up as he heard the now familiar scratching sound of rats
approaching. He hastily switched on the low lamp unit and narrowed his eyes.
Ahead in the left hand tunnel he picked out the eyes of the advancing rodents.
His night sight had improved dramatically in the four days he had been in the
ducting. He slipped his laser unit from his belt and set the charge to minimum.
With a squeal the pack of rats came charging down the last ten yards towards
Jared, he fired the unit directly in their midst and the sickly smell of burnt
rodent flesh once again filled his nostrils. He pointed the unit at the
retreating creatures to give them a final blast but as he pulled on the trigger
nothing happened. He tried again frantically and then again but with the same
result, his power unit was dead. He hurled the unit down the tunnel and cursed
loudly, his voice echoing deep into the distance. The rats would be back in
about two hours, they had grown increasingly bolder over the days, perhaps they
knew he was a man on limited time. "Well you've not got me yet!" He shouted and
moved forward to pick up his discarded weapon from amongst the pile of still
smoking bodies and choked back his urge to vomit. He had decided that he must
get out of the ducting, he had no choice now, the rats would get him if the
wardens didn't. He moved slowly back down the tunnel he had entered from, his
pace considerably slower on the return journey. An eternity later he was at the
top rung of the upward passage, he took a deep breath and pushed his hand on the
panel, praying that it hadn't been spotted and re-bolted. He was in luck, the
panel slid smoothly up and to the side and Jared climbed thankfully through the
opening. Once through, he tried to stand up but the days of being bent double
had taken their toll, and he had to sit against the wall for a minute to ease
his tortured muscles. The light in the corridor was at the lowest level, the
bunker was asleep. After a few minutes Jared straightened painfully and replaced
the panel, but kept the bolts in his pocket.
  He progressed nervously down the northward belt system his eyes darting in
every direction and his shoulders still hunched with pain. After a while he
came to a main thoroughfare, the ceiling of the corridor arching high above his
head and light growing steadily brighter. To his left he saw far into the
distance the familiar white suit of a peace warden, he jumped on the transverse
belt and luckily avoided detection. His original plan had been to try and get
back to his pod, recharge his laser unit, change his clothes and pick up some
food. He now realised that would be useless, his pod was bound to be under
surveillance. He noticed suddenly that he was heading in the direction of his
girlfriend's pod and decided that though it was a risk, she was his only real
hope. Two belts later he jumped off the system and walked carefully past the
first row of residential pods. Fiona's pod was set apart from the main causeway
and the other pods in the section. He pushed his palm against the bell panel and
looked up as the surveillance device centered on his face. After a couple of
minutes the door slid upwards and Fiona was standing in the doorway with a very
tired and confused look on her face.
  "My God, Jared, what are you doing here at this time?"
  "You are alone aren't you?" He asked, realising for the first time that Fiona
might have company.
  "Yes I am, look where have you been, I've been trying to get hold of you for
days?"
  "It's a long story. Can I come in?"
  "I suppose so." She stepped aside and then swung the door down as Jared
entered and passed through to her living room.
  "Look at the state of your clothes, what have you been up to? No, don't tell
me yet, go and have a shower and then you can tell me. Oh and have a shave while
you're at it."
Jared gratefully followed her instructions and ten minutes later he was feeling
clean, refreshed and in severe need of a drink. He emerged from the bathroom in
a white cotton robe and sat comfortably into a plasto-bubble.
  "Have you got a Gin and Tonic," he asked.
  "Here, I've already fixed it." Fiona handed him the drink and then sat in a
plasto-bubble opposite him.
  "Now tell me what on earth is going on around here?"
  Jared made her promise to secrecy and then told her the whole story. Half an
hour later she tucked him up in her bed and held his head as he fell asleep, a
very worried expression on her face.
  He was in the same room, the walls were as smooth and hard as ever. He ran his
hand frantically over the walls but could find no break. He breathed deeply.
  "I mustn't panic, there has to be a way out" he said to himself over and over
again. He ran from one wall to the other but gradually they grew closer and
closer. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead and his eyes grew wider
as the room grew narrower. He pushed both hands against the opposing walls and
tried to hold them apart, it was no use. His breath grew short and ragged, he
screamed finally and threw himself to the floor covering his head and eyes with
his arms.
  "Help me!" He screamed!
  "Oh we'll help you alright" said an unfamiliar voice.
Jared took his arms from around his head and opened his eyes. He was lying on
the floor of Fiona's rest module. He looked up, flanked by two armed peace
wardens stood Captain Riley, about to make his first arrest in thirty-five
years of service.
  "What do you want?" Said Jared weakly.
  "We want you" said the Captain sharply, "I think you know why we're here."
  "Well you're wrong there, what are you guys hounding me for, what's it all
about?"
  "You're under arrest." Captain Riley savoured the expression.
  "Now I suggest you get dressed quickly and come along with us. Sergeant, give
him a hand, and pick up his laser unit."
  "Nobody gets arrested" said Jared shocked.
  "Not lately" said the Captain, "you're my first."
  "Yeah well this is my first time as well, just what is it I'm supposed to have
done?"
  "Oh we'll fill you in down at headquarters."
  "That's what I'm worried about."
  "You're a cool one alright" said the Sergeant "now be a good fellow and get
dressed."   "We'll see how he makes out with the Judge," said the Captain as
Jared went through to get dressed.
The two guards took an arm each and propelled him towards the door. The captain
turned to the tearful girl who stood by the entrance.
  "Thanks miss, you did the right thing."
  "I'm only trying to help Jared" she called out as he was led away. He looked
at her over his shoulder but didn't say a word.
The prison cell was round and very, very soft. If you pushed into the wall it
just gave way and altered its shape to fit your body. If you ran and threw
yourself at it, it would catch you like a baseball in a catcher's glove. There
was no furniture and the soft ambient lighting emanated from the wall itself.
Jared lay curled on the floor.
  The lighting grew gradually brighter and then a section of the wall slid
backwards to reveal a door opening. Through the door walked a white suited peace
warden, in his hand he carried a lightweight particle rifle. He waved it at the
prisoner.
  "Get on your feet, it's time for your interview with the Captain."
Jared shook his head and stood up, his feet were unsteady on the soft surface of
the floor but he made his way slowly to the door. At least, he thought, he'd had
a good night's sleep with no further nightmares. Nowadays he woke up for them.
The warden propelled him forward with the barrel of his rifle.
  "You know this is all a big mistake." Jared said over his shoulder.
  "You're right, and I guess you're the one who made it."
  "I'm telling you, you've got the wrong guy."
  "Sure, sure."
  The guard clearly wasn't interested in making conversation and Jared continued
the journey in silence. They came to the end of a long corridor in front of a
pair of shiny, stainless steel doors. The guard stepped forward and put his hand
on the metal plate, a red light pulsed along the top of the door frame and the
two doors slid noiselessly apart. Jared glanced up and waved at the row of
surveillance eyes before stepping through. They were met on the other side by
three more armed peace wardens who escorted him quickly down another short
corridor and into a small office. A hard faced lady looked up from the thick
file she was reading.
  "Good morning young man, I trust you slept well?" Jared smiled wryly and said
nothing.
  "Yes, well take a seat, my name is Lavinnia Masters. I've been appointed as
your lawyer. I'm afraid it's not my usual line." She added apologetically.
  "I'd like to say it's a pleasure to meet you, but under the circumstances
..." Jared shrugged.

  "Well there's not really a lot to it, I imagine you'll be pleading guilty."
  "Guilty! No I won't. I'm not guilty of anything. What is it I'm supposed to
have done?" Jared demanded. His lawyer looked surprised, "Sabotage, you've been
arrested for trying to sabotage the Central Computer."
  Jared's mouth dropped open. "But that's crazy, I've never heard anything so
ridiculous."
  "Does this mean you're going to plead not guilty?" She was clearly irritated.
  "Yes Miss Masters, it certainly does."

Jared looked with interest at the teak desk, it was the first time he had ever
seen anything made from wood. He ran his fingers tenderly along its smooth,
polished surface.
  "Nice isn't it" Said the Captain.
  "It's beautiful, I have a great interest in antiques."
  "You seem to have some pretty old fashioned ideas as well."
  He gave Jared a searching look, "Your lawyer tells me that you're going to
plead not guilty."
  "Lawyer! She's a bloody librarian."
  "Yes, well," coughed the Captain, "There's not a lot of call for lawyers you
know."
  "Well I am going to plead not guilty because I am not guilty, of sabotage or
anything else."
  "We have it on the authority of your chief engineer that you're our man. Come
on, why don't you just admit it. The truth will come out when you come before
the judge, you can't hide it. Why don't you save yourself the embarrassment of
a public trial and give us a full statement now."
  "Look I've told you, I don't know anything about this. I've got no need to
worry about a trial, I've got nothing to hide."
  "Well you did hide, didn't you, for four days in the ducting. If you hadn't
done anything why did you do that."
  "Because your goons were out looking for me, carrying particle rifles and in
no mood for civilised discussion. I would have been in the protein pool quicker
than you could say jurisprudence."
  The captain gave him a long appraising stare. "You're not making things any
easier for yourself son, but if that's the way you want to play it."

The court was shaped like a huge Greek amphitheatre. Tiers of seats led down in
a sweeping oval to a raised stage. In the middle of the stage was a single chair
and to the right of the chair was a large video screen. The chair was similar to
the one in the sanitorium, it had the same metallic device with an array of
tentacles, but it also had clamps for the arms and legs.
  Jared was led onto the stage by two guards and secured into the chair. The
auditorium was packed with countless fascinated faces. They had never witnessed
such an event before. Everyone within the bunker over the age of sixteen was
present, and all eyes were fixed intently on Jared. The lights dimmed and the
video screen flickered into life.
  "Are you Jared Rumbold?" It asked through a swirl of colour.
  "I am."
  "Proceed with palm and retina confirmation."
  The two guards who stood behind Jared moved forward. One of them fitted a
retina scanner over his left eye whilst the other positioned his right hand over
the centre of the ID plate. The screen swirled, "Identify affirmed. Jared
Rumbold you are hereby charged with the crime of sabotage upon the Central
Computer, how do you plead?"
  "Not guilty." Jared shouted and a murmer ran around the auditorium. So the
Judge is a computer, thought Jared, he wasn't really surprised.
  "A plea of not guilty has been recorded. Attach the mind-probe."
  One of the guards stepped forward again and began attaching the fine tentacles
to Jared's head. Jared squirmed, the bright colours on the screen were replaced
by a huge picture of Jared's face. The Judge's voice echoed around the huge
auditorium, "Did you Jared Rumbold, on the fourteenth of this month attempt to
override the security clearance restraints on the Central Computer. Thereby
causing a breakdown in the ancillary heating system B14?"
  "I did" said Jared Rumbold's face on the screen.
  "I didn't" shouted Jared.
  "Do you therefore admit sabotage to the Central Computer?" asked the Judge.
  "I do" said Jared on the screen.
  Jared writhed in his chair trying in vain to break free of his bonds, "It's a
lie" he screamed "I didn't do anything."
  The Judge's calm, neutral voice once more filled the hall.
  "The evidence is overwhelming, you were alone in the Central Computer unit on
the morning of the fourteenth, you were the only person accessing the computer
at the time of sabotage and we now have your subconscious confession. Is there
anything that you wish to say before I pass sentence?"
 "What about my lawyer, I'm innocent" Jared shouted.
  "Your lawyer is only required if you had pleaded guilty. Anyway she can serve
no purpose here, the brain scan provides the only evidence and testimony that we
require."
  Jared's mind was spinning, "But I'm innocent I tell you, I'm innocent."
  "I shall now pass sentence" said the Judge.

From the middle of the auditorium a scream rang out, "I'm sorry Jared, I was
only trying to help you." The woman in front of Fiona turned around and through
a mouthful of popcorn asked her to be quiet. 
'The exactitudes of the law allow no deviation from the sentence allotted for a
crime of this seriousness. You, Jared Rumbold, have admitted to the crime of
sabotage upon the Central Computer. There is no worse crime within the Bunker.
The lives of all its inhabitants depend upon it for their continued existence.
Your actions have placed that existence in the gravest danger. I have no
recourse but to sentence you to isolation, you will be sent to the exclusion
zone."
  Jared shook his head in disbelief, the pin sharp points of the tentacles
digging further in. "It's not fair!" He shouted. "I haven't done anything. I
don't want to die."
  All the lights had faded, the video had dimmed and the single spotlight
focused on Jared showed him twitching and kicking and straining against the
clamps. Simon Jones turned away closing his eyes and ran his hand
sympathetically over the smooth head of Jared's girlfriend who was sobbing
uncontrollably on his shoulder.

The Captain led Jared away from the stage, his head was bowed and he walked as
though in a dream.
  "We take you straight from here to the zone, son" said the Captain, "once the
Judge has passed sentence there's nothing either you or I can do about it. Do
you want to say goodbye to anybody before we go, there is a little time left?"
  Jared looked up slowly, "No, nobody" he said.
  "Don't you want to say goodbye to your girlfriend or anybody?"
  He laughed ironically, "No, I don't want to see anybody. Look can't we just
get this over with."
  "Okay," said the Captain "if that's the way you want it."
  At the end of the corridor that had led them from the stage they came to a
black metal door, the captain walked up to it and positioned his hand and left
eye. The door slid open.
  "Only I can open this door, just me in the whole of the bunker. I've got to
tell you I never expected I'd ever have to do it, and I hope I never have to
again."
  Ahead of them stretched a stainless steel tube like any of the other corridors
in the bunker, only in this one twenty yards down was a shimmering wall of
light. There was a mobile platform just past the door and Jared stepped onto it.
The Captain fastened his hand to the front rail and pushed the forward switch.
Slowly the platform moved along the tunnel, taking Jared closer and closer to
the wall of bright and multicoloured lights. As the Captain watched, Jared
passed wordlessly into its midst and disappeared. Sadly the Captain stepped back
and sealed the corridor by closing the large black door.
  As Jared passed through the lights he shut his eyes to shield them against the
glare. When he opened them he found he was at the end of the corridor, it didn't
stretch much past the wall of light. The clamp around his wrist sprang open and
he stepped confused from the platform. Ahead of him was another door, this time,
however, it had a handle. It turned easily in Jared's hand and he pulled the
door towards him and stepped into the room that lay ahead. The door shut behind
him and as Jared spun around he saw that there was no handle on the inside. He
spun back again and saw that he was in an empty, square room. There were no
doors set into the smooth metallic walls - there was no way out.
  "Relax, Jared" said an almost familiar voice.
  He looked around but there was nobody there, "Where are you, who are you?"
  "I am the bunker" said the voice simply, "I am Lucy, I am the maintenance
support computer, I am the Central Computer. I control everything."
  Jared shook his head, "I don't understand this, what am I doing here?"
  "You are here, Jared, because you have been chosen."
  "Chosen, chosen for what?"
  "Chosen" said the voice "to save the colony."
  Jared rubbed his eyes and looked about him, he was sure that this wasn't
another nightmare but it certainly seemed like one.
  "Listen, I don't know what all this is about but I've had enough, are you
going to let me out of here or not?"
  "Certainly Jared. Come through."
  The forward panel of the wall slid upward revealing a room behind it, he
stepped through the opening into a large room with high ceilings. In the middle
of the room was a large glass tank, within it was a very dark yellow liquid, it
was crusted on the top with a few brown blotches. The air in the room smelt
sweet and somehow very ancient.
  "Welcome Jared Rumbold" said the voice.
  "You mean this is you" said Jared incredulously.
  "Yes it is, are you surprised, did you expect a huge metallic object."
  "Well something along those lines yes."
  "I am an organic computer. To a certain extent I am a living being."
  "I don't understand any of this, are you going to let me go back home?"
  "There is only one way for you to get out of here Jared and it won't be to go
back to what you call home. You've always had a thirst for information. Sit down
and I'll explain it all to you."
  At that moment a panel slid aside on the floor and a chair arose from it,
Jared sat on it has face creased with confusion.
  "As you know a long time ago the world was heading towards the most major war
of its sordid history. There had been serious wars before of course, human
history is stained with the details of global conflict. This war was
significantly different, however. Mankind now had the technological power to
destroy itself. As the political situation worsened between the two major blocks
of power, the idea of a bunker such as this one was conceived. This bunker was
finally completed just weeks before the outbreak of the war."
  "Do you mean we are the only bunker?" Asked Jared.
  "Yes, I am the only bunker" said the computer. "There has been no register of
human life, so I can only suppose that the enemy had no such facility. The
design of conventional bunkers prior to my construction was in no way adequate
for the holocaust that followed the first strike. Cholo was the largest and most
strategically important allied city, it was for this reason that they had the
most advanced bunker and the most advanced defence system. As with any system
though, there is the possibility of error and Cholo's wasn't perfect."
  Jared's attention was absolute, he had the feeling that he was going to have
the answers to the questions he'd been asking all his life. He just wasn't sure
what the price was that he'd have to pay for the information.
  "As you are aware, this bunker is sealed and can't be opened from the inside.
The theory was that when the radiation levels were low enough for human
tolerance, the droids on the surface would open the bunker and release the
inhabitants. Unfortunately problems developed with this plan."
  "What do you mean, problems?"
  "The attack on Cholo was devastating, half the city was destroyed. The bunker
as you know was immune from attack and most of the city's inhabitants were safe
within here at that time. What the attack did manage to do however was find the
one weak point in our system. They managed to destroy the communications centre
between myself and the droids. I have no control over the droids that are
operating topside, the droids that were in the bunker were recycled. I couldn't
risk them existing out of my control. In the main they were maintenance droids
which is why I need the assistance of humans such as yourself in the simple task
of replacing circuits."
  "Wait a minute" said Jared "Are you telling me that it's safe outside here,
that the radiation levels are low enough for human tolerance?"
  "There is no serious radiation, but it certainly isn't safe out there. The
defence systems are still fully armed and they're not programmed to tell the
difference between a bunker inhabitant and a hostile alien. They'll attack and
obliterate anything that moves."
  "How long has the radiation level been safe."
  "Three hundred and twenty two years" said the computer.
  "My God, why didn't you tell us?"
  "My design specifications wouldn't permit it. I am programmed to protect my
inhabitants, I am the most advanced artificially intelligent computer ever
built. My design requires me to safeguard psychological welfare as well as
physical. There are enormous sociological and psychological problems for a whole
community living trapped in a limited space. The top experts in all fields of
human interaction were instrumental in formulating my database. I calculated
that if the people within the bunker knew that the radiation levels were safe
outside there would be a mass hysteria when they discovered they couldn't get
out. People who were happy living in the bunker would become claustrophobic and
paranoid. The whole structure of the society would become debased, there would
be rioting and anarchy. I could not let that happen and that is why I maintain
the false radiation reports."
  "So what am I doing here and why are you telling me?"
  "As I said, you were chosen, there's a job for you to do."
  "Yes I know, to free the colony, how?"   "I have no control over the droids on
the surface but we do have access to them. It needs a human with very special
skills to take that control, to disable their defence systems and to send them
to open the seals and liberate the bunker."
  "So, I've just been set up", Jared's face was crimson, he shouted at the glass
tank.
  "There was no sabotage, no crime at all. You just manipulated me."
  "That is a correct analysis."
  "Why? Why didn't you just ask me, why put me through all this."
  "For the good of the whole colony, nobody else could know about this. You had
to be isolated. There was no other way to preserve the secrecy."
  "You mean that I can't go back then?" Said Jared.
  "The only way for you to be re-united with your people is to be successful in
liberating them. I cannot let you return with the knowledge that I have now
given you."
  "You bastard."
  "Not of course strictly accurate, my existence was brought about by that
extraordinary human marriage between destruction and survival. If I had been
constructed with the aid of philosophers rather than psychologists perhaps I
could have developed this interesting thought."
  "Why was I chosen?"
  "Your unique abilities on the RAT computer game mainly. You see you're the
best that has ever played it. Nobody has ever rated a higher score in this
history of the bunker."
  "So what."
  "It's not a game, it's a test. A selection process. When you passed that test
other checks were made to ensure your capabilities and motivations."
  "The medical scans."
  "Yes absolutely. The scans confirmed my choice in you."
  "How many other choices have you made?"
  "Only four" replied the computer.
  "My Grandfather?" Asked Jared.
  "He was the last."
  "He failed then. What happens if I fail."
  "I'm sure of your capabilities - you're the best yet. But if you fail then you
will still be able to make a contribution to the bunker."
  "How?"
  "I told you I was an organic computer. You will be offered the opportunity to
contribute to my continued longevity. Your brain patterns will be totally
absorbed by me and your body fluids will be extracted for addition to the tank.
My protein level is falling to a near critical level, you will observe the brown
discolouration on the top of the tank fluid. This is causing some minor problems
in the administration of the bunker. You will have noticed the increase of
systems malfunctions."
  "So I have to be successful or I'm terminated."
  "It is regrettable but for the sake of the whole community it is unavoidable."
  "Meanwhile the whole community look on me as low criminal and think I deserved
to die anyway."
  "Unfortunately nobody will know of your heroic nature unless you are
successful."
  "There's nothing heroic about me", said Jared, "after all, I didn't choose
this, did I!"
  In front of him a panel of the wall slid aside and a console came forward. The
terminal in front of him illuminated with a low hum.
  "This is your control station" said the computer, "from here you can view
through robotic eyes the city of Cholo. You must contact and take control of the
droids. You must neutralise the weapons systems before you can release the
mechanisms sealing the bunker. As you can see, it is very much like the RAT game
that you are so skilled at."
  "Yeah it's like the game" thought Jared, only this time his life depended on
it, not to mention the lives of all the inhabitants of the bunker. A hero, he
thought, well, he sure didn't feel like one.
  "If you're so awfully smart" he shouted at the tank, "why don't you just take
control of this console and control the droids from here?"
  "As I said Jared," replied the calm voice, "I'm only artificially intelligent.
The control interface mechanisms were destroyed, it has to be done by a human.
They may not be as smart but at least their intelligence is real."
Jared looked at the desk in front of him, by the side of the monitor was a slim
manual. He was determined to come out of this alive, there was a certain bald
friend of his he wanted a word with. He flicked the switch to the activated
position and took a deep breath.

"Good luck!" Said the computer.
