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Sousuke pulled down his visor. A freezing gust of wind buffeted against his face suddenly; it made him swivel around like someone had slapped him; he lost his balance and fell on his back. Fresh powdery snow went up in a small silver cloud around him. Fresh snow in Greenland.
Bjorn laughed with hands crossed over his chest and a carefully constructed grin on his face. He helped Sousuke back on his feet and started walking towards the crawler, shaking his head.
Half-way there he paused to pick up the surveyor unit; he brushed some snow off his beard, powered down the panel, folded the telescopic legs and placed the very expensive piece of eqipment across his shoulders. Bjorn worked as a lumberjack before he signed up for this one, back when Hemmeldalen was still green.
He ventured a glimpse at Sousuke; he was struggling to walk upwind; Bjorn shook his head once more, and chuckled. He couldn't for the life of him, understand what made a guy like Sousuke take this job. He knew his geology stuff, but other than that ... Everyday seemed like his first day.
Everyone laughed at the new guy, that much was to be expected. The psychologists on the evaluation team always noted it was a sign of good mental health. A few practical jokes and a some seriously bad efforts at humor were the order of the day at seventy-four degrees latitude.
Except Sousuke had been stationed in Field Zeta for three years, without rotation. It hadn't grown on him; it had made him sick. But somehow he never asked to transfer out; he didn't complain.
Three weeks of leave each year, and that was it. That was his lifeline with the world that despite the climate change and the Disconnect of '33 and the Big Melt of '35, still had beautiful warm beaches filled with young girls in miniscule bikinis. Even in Hokkaido in November.
Three hours by helicopter to Spitsbergen, then a four-hour flight to Murmansk to the Roskosmos SSTO. From there on, it was a three-hour suborbital flight to almost any place on Earth. And still, when it came time to buy that ticket, he always flew to Sapporo. He somehow always wanted to see the half-sunken family house at Nemuro, the cherry treetops grazing the sea surface like dead corals. He tried to remember what the blossoms looked like; a faint memory of a fragrant smell came up instead. And bees. He remembered their sound.
He must've been woolgathering there for a moment; Bjorn was shouting at him to move on. He put on his best effort at a smile and gave a thumbs up to Bjorn.
He wished there was some other way to go about it, but he had committed himself. Everything was going to change, soon enough. For the better. He shouldn't worry too much though; he would do his part and then they would either fail or succeed.
There could be no middle ground, no chance at negotiating or talking things over once it went down. Not even if they wanted to. No failsafe, no human factor. Except himself, of course. And Joussef, Jun, and Richard. They'd all do their part.
Bjorn shouted at him again from the relative comfort of the crawler, a lit smoke already in hand:
"Don't just stand there! Come on! Checkpoints, more checkpoints!"
For a reason that was wholly above and beyond Sousuke's understanding, Bjorn seemed to relish in the job of running around in a snow crawler in the undecided day or night of the Arctic, searching almost blindly for thorium deposits in a faceless white desert.
Perhaps it was the rush of discovery, or the associated finder's fee. Perhaps it was just Bjorn being Norwegian. Robots might have been able to do the job better, cheaper, and a whole lot warmer for any humans involved in the process. But they couldn't be trusted; not like regular folk itching for a chance to live the life. Anything that could transmit and receive couldn't be trusted these days. The Disconnect had made sure of that.
Sousuke jumped inside the crawler, closed the door behind him, reached for his thermo and poured a cup of almost scalding hot tea. He didn't sip, he just held on to it for warmth. Bjorn started the engine and focused his attention on the control panel, waiting for the 'Engine Ready' sign to light up.
He drew a puff from his cigarette and offered Sousuke one, purely from habit. Sousuke shook his head, still wearing the heavy fur-lined hood: real fur, an overpriced luxury, never mind banned by the UN, or what it had lately voted to call itself the Earth Coalition. As if the name 'United Nations' somehow offended the Big Three.
Sousuke relaxed a bit into his seat, stretching his legs. The cabin of the crawler was spacious, but spartan. He'd turned an empty display socket into a small sort of basket. There was a small nook somewhere in the plastic that doubled as a cup holder. Sousuke placed the cup there and closed his eyes for a moment. The engine revved up suddenly, making the crawler lurch forward like a startled beast. The tea spilled; Sousuke looked at Bjorn who simply shrugged and drove on through the snow.
"There's more where that came from, no?" Bjorn said with a mischievous grin.
"You could have asked," replied Sousuke tersely. Bjorn retorted in an equally dry manner, "You could have offered me some."
"I thought you didn't like tea," said Sousuke with a frown.
"Still," came the bleak answer.
Stan passed on the borsht and instead made his way to the pantry. His wrinkled nose gave away the fact that the smell put him off. Sergei shrugged and dug in heartily, though rather noisily. Miki and Elaine were sitting at one table, playing a rather convoluted version of chess, involving dice and an imaginary toroidal chessboard. It hadn't caught on with the rest.
They were heavily absorbed, and didn't take notice of Stan nibbling away at their snacks. Souvenirs' from a trip southside: goat's cheese and garlic bread from France; smoked salmon from Finland. They didn't even take notice when Stan sat down next to them, pretending to watch while stuffing himself shamelessly.
Bjorn entered the small but comfy mess room, all red-faced and smiling. Sousuke followed close behind, his thermo in hand and a more than usually sore look on his face. Stan had the courtesy to swallow before asking:
"What's with Takahashi?"
Bjorn gave a shrug and made his way to the toilet, while Sousuke simply ignored Stan and vanished inside the small kitchen. Stan downed another bite of cheese before talking to practically none other than himself:
"What's with everyone? Not enough snow? Too much white in your day? What is it this time?"
Sergei looked up from his meal, opted to pitch in by shrugging and happily continued sipping his soup.
"I spilled his tea!" came Bjorn's muffled shout from the toilet.
"All of it?", asked Stan leaning back on his chair. Elaine momentarily raised her head searching for the source of the small raucus, but gave no sign it was about to ruin her game. Miki took Elaine's knight, smiled and announced her victory:
"Checkmate."
Elaine took a moment to look at the chessboard like it had grown legs. Befuddled, she asked rather haplessly:
"No? No way out? If I..."
"No. Checkmate," repeated Miki, barely shaking her head. She then turned to Stan with a frown:
"Did you eat all the cheese?"
Stan licked his lips and looked at the ceiling mischievously. Elaine buried her face in her palms, her voice barely audible:
"Merdre ... Three times in a row."
Bjorn came out of the toilet with his work suit unzipped, hanging around his waist like a peeled banana. A lot of sarcasm but just a hint of genuine concern went into his question:
"Isn't it strange that a quarter of the world's thorium stock relies on a bunch of geeks with a lot of time, a lot of money, and very little in the way of spending either?"
Sousuke came out of the kitchen holding a sword. An unsheathed sword.
Stan was the first one to exclaim:
"Wow! A real-life samurai. Just like in those old movies."
They all smiled. Bjorn laughed. Sousuke did not seem to share their humourous disposition. He was looking intently at the shining metal of the blade.
"Isn't that the antique you brought in last time? What was the name for -"
Bjorn's sentence was cut in half, as was his throat. Jets of blood sprayed Sousuke as he moved with sharp, calculated steps.
Sergei was trying to smash through an observation pane when Sousuke's blade severed his spine.
Stan tried to put up a fight with a shovel that happened to be lying around but his one swing never connected.
Sousuke was flawless, each move of the blade a killing blow; Stan's head rolled off his spine like it had been fake all along.
Elaine rushed to the door only to find it locked from the inside - everyone had been too absorbed to notice. Her death wound was clean, through the heart.
Miki sat frozen still at the table, clutching at the chessboard. It happened; some animals never flee - they accept the inevitable nature of death, seeing through the falseness of their instincts.
Her evolved brain though had to know, so she asked, tears running down her face. Amidst sobs and silent, muffled cries she managed to croak:
"Why? Whatever the reason, why?"
"Because I hate you, Miki. I hate the whole world."
"But-"
Her voice died abruptly in her throat with a horrible gurgling sound.
It was just him now. The katana had served its purpose. He didn't know why exactly, but he felt compelled to bury the Fukushima Masamune in the snow, next to their bodies, leaving the hilt exposed. It would have to do instead of a cross. He looked at his watch; there was still ample time to start his descent to the Pit until what passed for evening at this latitude.
He sat down on a work uniform next to the sword, and crossed his legs; he breathed deeply, letting the cold inrush of air revitalize his senses. The sun's blurry orange shape somehow felt as cold as the snow. There was no warmth in that sight.
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