They all walked back through the cafeteria.
"Have you ever been up there?" The Rebel asked, sticking her hands in her blue short's pockets.
"I can't. You need a key for the lift, and you only get a key with promotion. No one gets to five hundred except for the chosen few." Cathica said sadly.
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The lift door opened onto an empty, frost covered area. Suki picked up her bag and walked out, and the lift closed behind her. She got a torch from her bag and started to explore. There were other footprints in the rime on the floor. Behind some shredded plastic curtains she found a corpse with its forehead portal open and other skeletons seated around it, just like in the broadcast area down on floor 139. A doorway opened and she walked into the light.
"Who're you?" Suki's voice rang out to the white haired, pale man.
"I'm the Editor." He greeted.
"What's happening? There are bodies out there. What's going on?" Suki asked wildly.
"While we're asking questions, would you please confirm your name." He snapped his fingers, and a holographic monitor appeared in mid air.
"My name is Suki Macrae Cantrell. I was born one nine nine apostrophe eight nine in the Independent Republic of Morocco." Suki's voice said from the monitor.
"Liar." The Editor said.
"Hobbies include reading and archeology. I'm not an expert or anything, I just like digging." She spoke.
"Liar." The Editor's voice was louder.
"I want to work for Satellite Five because my sister can't afford university, and the pay scheme is really good-" this time the Editor cut off Suki by shouting, "Lair! Let's look at the facts, shall we?"
The image of a woman in camouflage fatigues and brandishing a weapon appeared on the holo-monitor.
"Ah, hidden behind a genetic graft, but that's still you. Eva Saint Julienne, last surviving member of the Freedom Fifteen. Hmm, self declared anarchist, is that right?" The Editor listed.
Suki pulled out and pointed a hand gun at the Editor.)
"Who controls Satellite Five?" Her voice monotone.
"There's the truth!" The Editor laughed.
"The Freedom Foundation has been monitoring Satellite Five's transmissions. We have absolute proof that the facts are being manipulated. You are lying to the people." Suk- Eva said.
"Ooo, I love it. Say it again." The Editor said maniacally. "This whole system is corrupt. Who do you represent?" Suki demanded. "I'm merely a humble slave. I answer to the Editor in Chief." He shrugged.
"Who is he? Where is he?" Suki demanded once more.
"He's overseeing everything. Literally everything. If you don't mind, I'm going to have to refer this upwards." He pointed upwards and a growl filled the cold air.
"What is that?"
"Your boss. This has always been your boss, since the day you were born."
Suki fired her small pulse energy gun at whatever is coming down from the ceiling. She screamed in pain.
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Adam put his hand on a palm print on a vertical console. "Give me access." He commanded. The console lit up. Give me-" he was interrupted by a mild electric shock. "I can learn anything." He put his hand back on the console. "Let's try computers. From the twenty first century to the present date, give me the history of the microprocessor." Data scrolled down the monitor. "Oh my God." Adam breathed.
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