The World Above Us

Chapter 11

Elizabeth

Elizabeth happily drank the bottle of bourbon she had swiped from one of the guards. She didn't think there was any kind of liquor of any kind available in Novae Terrae due to the unfortunate government regulations. Which was a damn shame, since Elizabeth liked her whiskey. 

The bourbon burned a pleasant trail down her throat, giving her that familiar high. Her light blonde hair flew out being her as she twirled around, instantly going back to her party days. Even when she was on the run from the most dangerous of government agents, she always made time for booze, sex, and partying. She wouldn't let the Pentagon take the small pleasures of life away from her like they'd taken her family. 

Elizabeth supposed she was long overdue for a celebration now that she'd fled the Pentagon for good. They couldn't catch her all the way up here. After so long of running, she'd finally escaped the CIA. The millions of miles between her and the United States government felt like a warm blanket, wrapping around her protectively.

Elizabeth whooped and hollered to the music, earning her some strange glances from Allison, but the looks were gone as soon as they appeared. The astronaut was also lost in the haze that the serum had created. Elizabeth knew she should have felt worried. Allison was smart, probably the smartest person in the room. Other than Elizabeth herself, of course. Allison was also good friends with Dr. Sandra Gilbert, the very same person whose identity Elizabeth had stolen. Allison also had a trustworthy reputation, meaning that Novae Terrae would believe her if she figured out Elizabeth's secret.  

But Elizabeth couldn't even bring herself to feel the least bit afraid. What proof did Allison Hernandez have? None. Even if Elizabeth was exposed, what could Novae Terrae do about it? Send her back to Earth? 

They couldn't call the US government. Even the most deadly members of the Pentagon wouldn't cross the black abyss of space to track her down. Especially knowing they wouldn't be able to go back.

After years of running, Elizabeth and her family's creation were safe. 

She felt the supercomputer in her pocket, zipped up safe and sound. She felt like standing on top of the Dome and staring up at the bright dot in the sky that was Earth and sticking both her middle fingers up in the air. 

So long, motherfuckers, Elizabeth thought to herself in satisfaction as she downed another glass of bourbon. 

She glanced over her shoulder at Allison before she stepped out of the observation room and danced down the hallway. Her heart was racing her and all her nerve endings felt like they were filled with electricity. She liked the feeling. It made her feel powerful. She glanced down at the supercomputer in her pocket. She was powerful, she realized. She had the device that governments would go to war over. She had the device that could singlehandedly send someone to the moon and back three times. She has the most powerful technology in the world. She, and she alone, had the power to rule the world.

The United States government had killed her whole family for the power that the little device in her pocket possessed. Even after they hunted her around the globe like an animal, she still held the thing they wanted. She still had the power. And there was nothing anybody could do about it. Elizabeth had survived with all the odds stacked against her. The US government lost and she'd won. 

Elizabeth Mitchell had won.