John rolled over in his cot and went back to sleep. He was dimly aware that this wasn’t his room, andthat there were other people here.
A shock jolted2 him—from his bare feet to the base of his spine3. He yelled in surprise and fell off the cot.
He shook off the disorientation from being nearly asleep and got up.
“I saidup , boot! You know which wayup is?”
A man in a camouflage4 uniform stood over John. His hair was shorn and gray at his temples. His darkeyes didn’t look human—too big and black and they didn’t blink. He held a silver baton5 in one hand; heflicked it toward John and it sparked.
John backed away. He wasn’t afraid of anything. Only little kids were afraid . . . but his bodyinstinctively moved as far away from the instrument as possible.
Dozens of other men roused the rest of the children. Seventy-four boys and girls screamed and jumpedout of their cots.
“I am Chief Petty Officer Mendez,” the uniformed man next to John shouted. “The rest of these men areyour instructors7. You will do exactly as we tell you at all times.”
Mendez pointed8 to the far end of the cinderblock barracks. “Showers are aft. You will all wash and thenreturn here to dress.” He opened a trunk at the foot of John’s cot and pulled out a matching set of graysweats.
John leaned closer and saw his name stenciled9 on the chest: JOHN-117.
“No slacking. On the double!” Mendez tapped John between his shoulder blades with the baton.
Lightning surged across John’s chest. He sprawled10 on the cot and gasped11 for breath.
“I mean it! Go Go GO!”
John moved. He couldn’t inhale—but he ran anyway, clutching his chest. He managed a ragged12 breathby the time he got to the showers. The other kids looked scared and disoriented. They all stripped offtheir nightshirts and stepped onto the conveyor, washed themselves in lukewarm soapy water, thenrinsed in an icy cold spray.
He ran back to his bunk13, got into underwear, thick socks, pulled on the sweats and a pair of combatboots that fit his feet perfectly14.
“Outside, trainees15,” Mendez announced. “Triple time . . .march! ”
John and the others stampeded out of the barracks onto a strip of grass.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, and the edge of the sky was indigo16. The grass was wet with dew. There weredozens of rows of barracks, but no one else was up and outside. A pair of jets roared overhead and arcedup into the sky. Far away, John heard a metallic17 crackle.
Chief Petty Officer Mendez barked, “You will make five equal-length rows. Fifteen trainees in each.”
He waited a few seconds as they milled about. “Straighten those rows. You know how to count tofifteen, trainee? Take three steps back.”
John stepped into the second row.
As he breathed the cold air he began to wake up. He started to remember. They had taken him in themiddle of the night. They injected him with something and he slept for a long time. Then the womanwho had given him the coin told him he couldn’t go back. That he wouldn’t see his mother or father—“Jumping jacks18!” Mendez shouted. “Count off to one hundred. Ready, go.” The officer started theexercise and John followed his lead.
One boy refused—for a split-second. An instructor6 was on him instantly. The baton whipped into theboy’s stomach. The kid doubled over. “Get with the program, boot,” the trainer snarled19. The boyuncurled and started jumping.
John had never done so many jumping jacks in his life. His arms and stomach and legs burned. Sweattrickled down his back.
“Ninety-eight—99—100.” Mendez paused. He drew in a deep breath. “Sit-ups!” He dropped onto thegrass. “Count off to one hundred. No slacking.”
John threw himself on the ground.
“The first crewmen who quits,” Mendez said, “gets to run around the compound twice—and then comesback here and does two hundred sit ups. Ready . . . count off! One . . . two . . . three. . . .”
Deep squats20 followed. Then knee bends.
John threw up, but that didn’t buy him any respite21. A trainer descended22 on him after a few seconds. Johnrolled back over and continued.
“Leg lifts.” Mendez continued like he was a machine. As if they all were machines.
John couldn’t go on—but he knew he’d get the baton again if he stopped. He tried; he had to move. Hislegs trembled and only sluggishly23 responded.
“Rest,” Mendez finally called. “Trainers: get the water.”
The trainers wheeled out carts laden24 with water bottles. John grabbed one and gulped25 down the liquid. Itwas warm and slightly salty. He didn’t care. It was the best water he’d ever had.
He flopped26 on his back in the grass and panted.
The sun was up now. It was warm. He rolled to his knees and let the sweat drip off him like a heavy rain.
He slowly got up and glanced at the other children. They crouched27 on the ground, holding their sides,and no one talked. Their clothes were soaked through with perspiration28. John didn’t recognize anyonefrom his school here.
So he was alone with strangers. He wondered where his mother was, and what—“A good start, trainees,” Mendez told them. “Now we run. On your feet!”
The trainers brandished29 their batons30 and herded31 the trainees along. They jogged down a gravel33 paththrough the compound, past more cinderblock barracks. The run seemed to go on forever—they ranalongside a river, over a bridge, then by the edge of a runway where jets took off straight into the air.
Once past the runway, Mendez led them on a zigzagging34 path of stone.
John wanted to think about what had happened, how he got here, and what was going to happen next . . .
but he couldn’t think straight. All he could feel was the blood pounding through him, the ache in hismuscles, and hunger.
They ran into a courtyard of smooth flagstones. A pole in the center flew the colors of the UNSC, a bluefield with stars and Earth in the corner. At the far end of the yard was a building with a scalloped domeand white columns and dozens of wide steps leading to the entrance. The words NAVAL35 OFFICERSACADEMY were chiseled36 into the arch over the entrance.
A woman stood on the top step and beckoned37 to them. She wore a white sheet wrapped around her body.
She looked old to John, yet young at the same time. Then he saw the motes38 of light orbiting her head andknew she was an AI. He had seen them on vids. She wasn’t solid, but she was still real.
“Excellent work, Chief Petty Officer Mendez,” she said in a resonant39, silk-smooth voice. She turned tothe children. “Welcome. My name is Déjà and I will be your teacher. Please come in. Class is about tostart.”
John groaned40 out loud. Several of the others grumbled41, too.
She turned and started to walk inside. “Of course,” she said, “if you prefer to skip your lessons, you maycontinue the morning calisthenics.”
John double-timed it up the steps.
It was cool inside. A tray with crackers42 and a carton of milk had been laid out for each of them. Johnnibbled on the dry stale food, then gulped down his milk.
John was so tired he wanted to lay his head down on the desk and take a nap—until Déjà started to tellthem about a battle and how three hundred soldiers fought against thousands of Persian infantry43.
A holographic countryside appeared in the classroom. The children walked around the miniaturemountains and hills and let the edge of the illusionary sea lap at their boots. Toy-sized soldiers marchedtoward what Déjà explained was Thermopylae, a narrow strip of land between steep mountains and thesea. Thousands of soldiers marched toward the three hundred who guarded the pass. The soldiers fought:
spears and shields splintered, swords flashed and spilled blood.
John couldn’t take his eyes off the spectacle.
Déjà explained that the three hundred were Spartans44 and they were the best soldiers who had ever lived.
They had been trained to fight since they were children. No one could beat them.
John watched, fascinated, as the holographic Spartans slaughtered45 the Persian spearmen.
He had eaten his crackers but he was still hungry, so he took the girl’s next to him when she wasn’tlooking, and munched46 them down as the battle raged on. His stomach still growled47 and grumbled.
When was lunch? Or was it dinnertime already?
The Persians broke and ran and the Spartans stood victorious48 on the field.
The children cheered. They wanted to see it again.
“That’s all for today,” Déjà said. “We’ll continue tomorrow and I’ll show you some wolves. Now it’stime for you to go to the playground.”
“Playground?” John said. That was perfect. He could finally just sit on a swing, relax, and think for amoment.
He ran out of the room, as did the other trainees.
Chief Petty Officer Mendez and the trainers waited for them outside the classroom.
“Time for the playground,” Mendez said, and waved the children closer. “It’s a short run. Fall in.”
The “short run” turned into two miles. And the playground was like nothing John had ever seen. It was aforest of twenty-meter tall wooden poles. Rope cargo49 nets and bridges stretched between the poles; theyswayed, crossed and crisscrossed one another, a maze50 suspended in the air. There were slide poles andknotted climbing ropes. There were swings and suspended platforms. There were ropes looped throughpulleys and tied to baskets that looked sturdy enough to hoist51 a person.
“Trainees,” Mendez said, “form three lines.”
The instructors moved in to herd32 them, but John and the others made three rows without comment orfuss.
“The first person in every row will be team number one,” Mendez said. “The second person in each rowwill be team number two . . . and so on. If you do not understand this, speak up now.”
No one spoke52.
John looked to his right. A boy with sandy hair, green eyes, and darkly tanned skin gave him a wearysmile. Stenciled on his sweat top was SAMUEL-034. In the row beyond Samuel was a girl. She wastaller than John, and skinny, with a long mane of hair dyed blue. KELLY-087. She didn’t look too happyto see him.
“Today’s game,” Mendez explained, “is called ‘Ring the Bell.’ ” He pointed to the tallest pole on theplayground. It stood an additional ten meters above the others and had a steel slide pole next to it. Hungat the very top of that pole was a brass53 bell.
“There are many ways to get to the bell,” he told them. “I leave it up to each team to find their own way.
When every member of your team has rung the bell, you are to get groundside double time and run backhere across this finish line.”
Mendez took his baton and scratched a straight line in the sand.
John raised his hand.
Mendez glared at him for a moment with those black unblinking eyes. “A question, Trainee?”
“What do we win?”
Mendez cocked one eyebrow54 and appraised55 John. “You win dinner, Number 117. Tonight, dinner isroast turkey, gravy56 and mashed57 potatoes, corn on the cob, brownies, and ice cream.”
A murmur58 of approval swept though the children.
“But,” Mendez added, “for there to be winners there must be a loser. The last team to finish goeswithout food.”
They children fell silent—and then looked at each other warily59.
“Make ready,” Mendez said.
“I’m Sam,” the boy whispered to John and the girl on their team.
She said, “I’m Kelly.”
John just looked at them and said nothing. The girl would slow him down. Too bad. He was hungry andhe wasn’t about to let them make him lose.
“Go!” Mendez shouted.
John ran through the pack of children and scrambled60 up a cargo net onto a platform. He raced across thebridge—jumped onto the next platform, just in time. The bridge flipped61 and sent five others into thewater below.
He paused at the rope tied to the large basket. It ran up through a pulley and then back down. He didn’tthink he was strong enough to pull himself up in it. Instead, he tackled a knotted climbing rope andscrunched his body up. The rope swung wildly around the center pole. John looked down and almost losthis grip. It looked twice as far down as it had looked from the ground. He saw all the others, someclimbing, others floundering in the water, getting up and starting over. No one was as close to the bell ashe was.
He swallowed his fear and kept climbing up. He thought of the ice cream and chocolate brownies andhow he was going to win.
John got to the top, grabbed the bell, and rang it three times. He then clasped the steel pole and slid allthe way to the ground, falling into a pile of cushions.
He got up and ran smiling all the way to the Chief Petty Officer. John crossed the finish line and gave avictory cry. “I was first,” he said, panting.
Mendez nodded and made a check on his clipboard.
John watched as the others made it and up rang the bell then raced across the finish line. Kelly and Samhad trouble. They got stuck in a line to get to the bell as everyone bunched up at the end.
They finally rang the bell, slid down together . . . but they crossed the finish line last. They glared atJohn.
He shrugged62.
“Good work, Trainees,” Mendez said, and he beamed at them all. “Let’s get back to the barracks andchow down.”
The children, covered in mud and leaning on each another, cheered.
“—all except team three,” Mendez said, and looked at Sam, Kelly, and then John.
“But I won,” John protested. “I was first.”
“Yes,you were first,” Mendez explained, “but your team came in last.” He then addressed all thechildren. “Remember this:you don’t win unless your team wins. One person winning at the expense ofthe group means that you lose.”
John ran in a stupor63 all the way back to the barracks. It wasn’t fair. He had won. How can you win andstill lose?
He watched as the others stuffed themselves with turkey, white meat dripping with gravy. They spooneddown mountains of vanilla64 ice cream and left the mess hall with chocolate encrusting the corners of theirmouths.
John got a liter of water. He drank it, but it didn’t have any taste. It did nothing to fill his hunger.
He wanted to cry, but he was too tired. He collapsed65 in his bunk, thinking of ways to get even with Samand Kelly for messing him up—but he couldn’t think. Every muscle and bone ached.
John fell asleep as soon as his head hit the flat pillow.
The next day was the same—calisthenics and running all morning, then class until the afternoon.
Today Déjà taught them about wolves. The classroom became a holographic meadow, and the childrenwatched seven wolves hunt a moose. The pack worked together, striking wherever the giant beast wasn’tfacing. It was fascinating and horrifying66 to watch the wolves track down, and then devour67, an animalmany times their size.
John avoided Sam and Kelly in the classroom. He stole a few extra crackers when no one was lookingbut they didn’t dull his hunger.
After class, they ran back to the playground. Today it was different. There were fewer bridges and morecomplicated rope-and-pulley systems. The pole with the bell was now twenty meters taller than any ofthe others.
“Same teams as yesterday,” Mendez announced.
Sam and Kelly walked up to John. Sam shoved him.
John’s temper flared—he wanted to hit Sam in the face, but he was too tired. He’d need all his strengthto get to the bell.
“You better help us,” Sam hissed68, “or I’ll push you off one of those platforms.”
“And I’ll jump on top of you,” Kelly added.
“Okay,” John whispered. “Just try not to slow me down.”
John examined the course. It was like doing a maze on paper, only this one twisted and turned into andout of the page. Many bridges and rope ladders led to dead ends. He squinted—then found one possibleroute.
He nudged Sam and Kelly then pointed. “Look,” he said, “that basket and rope on the far side. It goesstraight to the top. It’s a long pull, though.” He flexed69 his biceps, uncertain if he could make it in hisweakened state.
“We can do it,” Sam said.
John glanced at the other teams; they were searching the course as well. “We’ll have to make a quickrun for it,” he said. “Make sure no one else gets there first.”
“I’m fast,” Kelly said. “Real fast.”
“Trainees, get ready,” Mendez shouted.
“Okay,” John said. “You sprint70 ahead and hold it for us.”
“Go!”
Kelly shot forward. John had never seen anyone move like her. She ran like the wolves he had seentoday; her feet seemed barely to touch the ground.
She got to the basket. John and Sam were only halfway71 there.
One boy beat them to the basket. “Get out,” he ordered Kelly. “I’m going up.”
Sam and John ran up and pushed him back. “Wait your turn,” Sam said.
John and Sam joined Kelly in the basket. Together they pulled on the rope and raised themselves up.
There was a lot of rope—for every three meters they pulled, they only rose one meter. A breeze madethe basket sway and bounce into the pole.
“Faster,” John urged.
They pulled as one person, six hands working in unison72, and accelerated into the sky.
They didn’t get there first. They were third. Each of them got to ring the bell, though—Kelly, Sam, andJohn.
They slid down the pole. Kelly and Sam waited for John to land, and then together they ran across thefinish line.
Chief Petty Officer Mendez watched them. He didn’t say anything, but John thought he saw a smileflicker across his face.
Sam clapped John and Kelly on their backs. “That was good work,” Sam said. He looked thoughtful fora moment, then said, “We can be friends . . . I mean, if you want. It’d be no big deal.”
Kelly shrugged and replied, “Sure.”
“Okay,” John said. “Friends.”
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