blue hair.
“Don’t worry. We will get you up to speed,” he said with a smile.
The girl with blue hair still hadn’t spoken to her, despite her stealing occasional glances at Avalon. Mustering up some courage, Avalon traipsed over to her and said, “Hi, my name is Avalon.”
“The name is Skylar,” the girl with blue hair said in a terse tone.
“Ok. You guys keep working. I am going to continue with the tour,” Ilium said as he ushered her out of the room and down the corridor again.
Ilium led Avalon to a large greenhouse room filled with plants and bright artificial LED lights. “This is where we grow our food and receive some of our oxygen. As you know, we use electrolysis to split water into hydrogen and oxygen. We breathe the oxygen that is produced as well as given off by the plants during photosynthesis, and we utilize the hydrogen as a fuel source. There is lettuce, potatoes, and wheat and most of what we grow is grown aeroponically. So yeah, we are all vegetarians now. Of course, none of this is new to you since your father designed most of all of this,” Ilium said.
“Who is that guy in there with the purple scrubs?” Avalon asked, gazing at a boy with curly blonde locks. His back was turned, so she did not see his face.
“Oh, that has to be the President’s son,” Ilium said, but the light hearted notes in his voice from earlier vanished. “He is an Accipio.” The disdain with which he said the word Accipio was not lost on Avalon.
“What is he doing in there?” Avalon asked.
“He is probably conducting his monthly walk-through inspections.”
Ilium’s expression changed. “Speaking of, I must alert the President that you are here,” Ilium added. Pressing a button on his smartwatch, the holographic wall screen to the left lit up instantaneously and the President’s face appeared.
“Hello, Ilium. To what do I owe the pleasure?” the President asked.
“Sir, we have a new member awake. Meet Avalon Adams,” Ilium stated, while nudging Avalon towards the center of the screen.
“Welcome, Avalon! I am so glad to see we have another member awake in the habitat,” the President stated.
The President, who was the President of the United States of America, was forty five years old. Viggo, the geneticist, was thirty five years old and they were the two oldest members of the habitat, excluding the Council members.
“Thank you sir, it is good to be awake,” Avalon answered with a plastered smile she hoped he didn’t see through.
“You may not remember me, but I remember you. You are the spitting image of your father, the very man who helped save humanity so many years ago. ” he said.
“Thank you. Yes, I miss my father very much,” she said. She tried to hide her resentment over the fact her father was unable to enter the habitat as the resident scientist because in the months prior to entering the habitat a “spot” appeared on one of his X-rays of his lungs. Suspended animation with the costs and resources attached to it were deemed not expendable for someone not expected to live much longer. So, her father recommended Viggo in his stead.
The President continued on, “Yes, and I want you to know that we all owe your father a debt. A debt that could never be repaid. So I want you to know that you are very special in my eyes.”
Her father always called her special growing up, due in large part to her above average intelligence. As she began to reminiscence about life on the outside with her father, Avalon fought back tears by biting the inside of her cheek.
“Thank you, Mr. President,” Avalon said with a plastered smile.
“Carry on then!” The President said, ending the conversation as the wall screen returned to a simulated scene of marine life.
Ilium looked at Avalon.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“You know you don’t have to be so brave. It is scary for all of us. None of us have experience with waking up one hundred years in the future,