Dispersed

Chapter 1

"You did it?" I say.
"You did it," he says. "All I did was force Caleb to cooperate."
I throw my arm around him and press my lips to his. He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until its gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harboured-for good, I hope.
And then I hear a voice.
We pull apart and turn toward the wall, where a woman with short brown hair is projected. She sits at a metal desk with her hands folded, in a location I don't recognise. The background is too dim.
"Hello," she says. "My name is Amanda Ritter. In this file I will tell you only what you need to know. I am the leader of an organization fighting for justice and peace. This fight has become increasingly more important-and consequently, nearly impossible-in the past few decades. That is because of this."
Images flash across the wall, almost too fast for me to see. A man on his knees with a gun pressed to his forehead. The woman pointing it at him, her face emotionless.
From a distance, a small person hanging by the neck from a telephone pole.
A hole in the ground the size of a house, full of bodies.
And there are other images too, but they move faster, so I only get impressions of blood and bone and death and cruelty, empty faces, soulless eyes, terrified eyes.
Just when I have had enough, when I feel like I am going to scream if I see any more, the woman reappears on the screens, behind her desk.
"You do not remember any of that," she says, "but if you are thinking these are the actions of a terroist group or a tyrannical government regieme, you are only partially correct. Half of the people in those pictures, commiting those terrible acts, were your neighbours. Your relatives. Your coworkers. The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature itself-or at least what it has become."
This is what Jeanine was willing to enslave minds and murder people for-to keep us all from knowing. To keep us all ignorant and safe inside the fence.
There is part of me that understands.
"That is why you are so important," Amanda says. "Our struggle against violence and cruelty is only treating the symptoms of a disease, not curing it. You are the cure.
"In order to keep you safe, we devised a way for you to be separated from us. From our water supply. From our technology. From our societal structure. We have formed your society in a particular way in the hope that you will rediscover the moral sense most of us have lost. Over time, we hope that most of you will begin to change as most of us cannot.
"The reason I am leaving this footage for you is so that you will know when it's time to help us. You will know that it is time when there are many among you whos minds appear to be more flexible than others. The name you should give these people is divergent. Once they come abundant among you, your leaders should give the command for Amity to unlock the gate forever, so that you may emere from your isolation."
And that is what my parents wanted to do: to take what we had learnt and use it to help others. Abnegation to the end.
"The information in this video is to be restricted to those in government only," Amanda says. "You are to be a clean slate. But do not forget us."
She smiles a little.
"I am about to join your number," she says. "Like the rest of you, I will voluntarily forget my name, my family, and my home. I will take on a new identity, with false memories and a false history. But so that you know the information i have provided you with, I will tell you the name I am about to take on as my own."
Her smile broadens, and for a moment, I feel that I recognize her.
"My name will be Edith Prior," she says. "And there is much I am happy to forget."
Prior
The video stops. The projector glows blue against the wall. I clutch Tobias's hand, and there is a moment of silence.
Then the shouting begins!