we thought this was your only chanceâhumankindâs only chanceâto survive. The earthâs atmosphere is continuing to heat up at an alarming rate.â
âYouâre wrong. The climate scientists keep saying the earth is finally cooling again.â
âTheyâre all lying. So far, none of the carbon dioxide removal programs have made any difference. Severe droughts and blistering temperatures mean more famines lie ahead; famines on a scale that will lead to even more catastrophic wars. Our own government will only grow more repressive and cruel. Thatâs why we agreed to join the Neptune Project. Your father and I wanted you to have a chance to live free of the Western Collective.â
âYou think we can actually live in the sea? You know how dangerous it is down there. Weâll probably get eaten in the first twenty-four hours.â
âNo, you wonât, because the dolphins will protect you. You can defend yourself with your spearguns. Your father and I have been preparing you for this moment all your life.â
The idea that my father has been a part of this is like a slug in my gut. My mother turns to Lena.
âLena, I have to give you your shot now. The soldiers could find us anytime, and it takes several hours for the virus to trigger the final changes in your lungs that will allow you to breathe water.â
âIâd rather die than become some kind of fish mutate,â Lena says defiantly.
âAre you very sure about that?â my mother asks her in a level tone. âBecause thatâs exactly what will happen. The next time you have a lung attack, the doctors inland will take a sample of your blood, and then theyâll realize just how different you are from most humans. I expect theyâll put you in some sort of prison, and without the right meds, you will eventually die, gasping for air, and theyâll let you.â
Lena pales. After a long moment she jerks up the sleeve on her shirt.
âI will never forgive my father, my mother, or you, for doing this to me,â she says coldly.
For the first time in a long time, Lena and I see eye to eye.
AFTER LENA GETS HER SHOT , my mother moves us out of the lab and down the passageway that leads to the sea caves beneath our cottage. The air here is damp with mist thrown up by the waves smashing against the black rock walls below us. Itâs dark, too, with just a little daylight filtering in from outside.
My mother stops in a small chamber above the first of the caves. She switches on an electric lantern and opens up the seapacks. Over the echoing rush of the waves, she explains the equipment sheâs put together for us. Iâm still too shocked to concentrate as she points out the navigational tools and charts, spearguns and knives, food, hammocks, and some small gold discn coins she says weâll need.
Robry, though, listens carefully to everything she says. Lena huddles off to the side with her arms wrapped around her knees, not even pretending to listen. I might feel sorrier for her if I werenât so busy fighting my own fear.
I stare at the black waves plunging and frothing against the glistening sides of the cave below our chamber. I love the sea, but the idea of living in it terrifies me. My mother was right about one thing: she and my father have packed my brain full of information about the ocean. The world beneath the waves can be beautiful, but itâs also a dangerous place, where larger predators constantly devour smaller ones.
I donât want to be devoured. I donât want Robry to be devoured, either. I wouldnât even wish that on Lena.
I look at Robryâs determined face as he listens to Gillianâs equipment lecture, and anger burns through me again. âI canât believe you did this to Robry. How could Alicia have let you mess with his genes?â
My mother stops talking and sighs. âLet me? Nere, she begged me. One day I was
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