The Model

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The Model

Open fires dotted the valley, surrounded by small groups of people. The scents of wood smoke and cooking drifted up to Tally, smells that made her think of camping and outdoor parties. In addition to the smoke there was a morning mist in the air, a white finger creeping down into the valley from a bank of clouds nestled against the mountain higher up. A few solar panels glimmered feebly, gathering what sun was reflected from the mist.

Garden plots were planted in random spots between the buildings, twenty or so one-story structures made from long planks of wood. There was wood everywhere: in fences; as cooking spits; laid down in walkways over muddy patches; and in big stacks by the fires.

Then she saw the stumps at the edges of the settlement, and gasped. " Trees…, " she whispered in horror. " You cut down trees."

Shay squeezed her hand. " Only in this valley. It seems weird at first, but it's the way the pre-Rusties lived too, you know? And we're planting more on the other side of the mountain, pushing into the orchids."

" Okay, " Tally said doubtfully. She saw a team of uglies moving a felled tree, pushing it along on a pair of hoverboards. " There's a grid? "

" Just in places. We pulled up a bunch of metal from a railroad, like the track you came up the coast on. We've laid out a few hoverpaths through the Smoke, and eventually we'll do the whole valley. I've been working on that project. We bury a piece of junk every few paces. Like everything here, it's tougher than you'd think. You wouldn't believe how much a knapsack full of steel weighs."

David and the others were already headed down, gliding single file between two rows of rocks painted a glowing orange. " That's the hoverpath? " Tally asked.

" Yeah. Come on, I'll take you down to the library. You've got to meet the Boss."

The Boss wasn't really in charge here, Shay explained. He just acted like it, especially to newbies. But he was in command of the library, the largest of the buildings in the settlement's central square.

The familiar smell of dusty books overwhelmed Tally at the library door, and as she looked around, she realized that books were pretty much all the library had. No big air-screen, not even private workscreens. Just mismatched desks and chairs and rows and rows of bookshelves.

Shay led her to the center of it all, where a round kiosk was inhabited by a small figure talking on an old-fashioned handphone. As they drew closer, Tally felt her heart starting to pound. She'd been dreading what she was about to see.

The Boss was an old ugly. Tally had spotted a few from a distance on the way in, but had managed to turn her eyes away. But here was the wrinkled, veined, discolored, shuffling, horrific truth, right before her eyes. His milky eyes glared at them as he berated whoever was on the phone, in a rattling voice and waving one claw at them to go away.

Shay giggled and pulled her toward the shelves. " He'll get to us eventually. There's something I want to show you first."

Tally swallowed, trying to erase the image of his sagging features from her mind. These people were insane to tolerate that, to want it. " But his face…, " Tally said.

" That's nothing. Check these out." Shay sat her down at a table, turned to a shelf, and pulled out a handful of volumes in protective covers. She plonked them in front of Tally.

" Not books. They're called 'magazines, '" Shay said. She opened one and pointed. Its strangely glossy pages were covered with pictures. Of people.

Tally's eyes widened as Shay turned the pages, pointing and giggling. She'd never seen so many wildly different faces before. Mouths and eyes and noses of every imaginable shape, all combined insanely on people of every age. And the bodies. Some were grotesquely fat, or weirdly over-muscled, or uncomfortably thin, and almost all of them had wrong, ugly proportions. But instead of being ashamed of their deformities, the people were laughing and kissing and posing, as if all the pictures had been taken at some huge party. " Who are these freaks? "

" They aren't freaks, " Shay said. " The weird thing is, these are famous people."

" No. They're sports stars, actors, artists. The men with stringy hair are musicians, I think.

The really ugly ones are politicians, and someone told me the fatties are mostly comedians."

" That's funny, as in strange, " Tally said. " So this is what people looked like before the first pretty? How could anyone stand to open their eyes? "

" Yeah. It's scary at first. But the weird thing is, if you keep looking at them, you kind of get used to it."

Shay turned to a full-page picture of a woman wearing only some kind of formfitting underwear, like a lacy swimsuit.

The woman looked like she was starving, her ribs thrusting out from her sides, her legs so thin that Tally wondered how they didn't snap under her weight. Her elbows and pelvic bones looked sharp as needles.

But there she was, smiling and proudly baring her body, as if she'd just had the operation and didn't realize they'd sucked out way too much fat. The funny thing was, her face was closer to being pretty than any of the rest. She had the big eyes, smooth skin, and small nose, but her cheekbones were too tight, the skull practically visible beneath her flesh.

" Kind of like a professional pretty. I guess when everyone else is ugly, being pretty is sort of, like, your job."

" And she's in her underwear because…? " Tally began, and then a memory flashed into her mind. " She's got that disease! The one the teachers always told us about."

Back in the days before the operation, Tally remembered, a lot of people, especially young girls, became so ashamed at being fat that they stopped eating. They'd lose weight too quickly, and some would get stuck and would keep losing weight until they wound up like this " model." Some even died, they said at school. That was one of the reasons they'd come up with the operation. No one got the disease anymore, since everyone knew at sixteen they'd turn beautiful. In fact, most people pigged out just before they turned, knowing it would all be sucked away.

Before she disappeared around a corner, Tally noticed how skinny Shay was. Not diseased skinny, just ugly skinny-she'd never eaten much. Tally wondered if, here in the Smoke, Shay's under eating would get worse and worse, until she wound up starving herself.

Tally fingered the pendant. This was her chance. Might as well get it over with now.

These people had forgotten what the old world was really like. Sure, they were having a great time camping out and playing hide-and-seek, and living out here was a great trick on the cities. But somehow they'd forgotten that the Rusties had been insane, almost destroying the world in a million different ways.

Tally popped open the heart pendant, looking down into the little glowing aperture where the laser waited to read her eye-print. She brought it closer, her hand shaking. It was foolish to wait. This would only get harder.

" Tally? He's almost-" Tally snapped closed the pendant and shoved it into her shirt.

" Oh, come on. You never wore anything like that before. I leave you alone for two weeks and you get all romantic? "

" I mean, it's a really nice necklace. Beautiful. But who gave it to you, Tally? "

Shay rolled her eyes. " Last-minute fling, huh? I always thought you were saving yourself for Peris."

Why not tell her? Tally asked herself. She'd figure it out when the Specials came roaring in, anyway. If she knew, Shay could at least prepare herself before this fantasy world came tumbling down. " I have to tell you something."

" My coming here is kind of…the thing is, when I went to get my-" " What are you doing? "

Tally jumped at the craggy voice. It was like an old, broken version of Dr. Cable's, a rusty razor blade drawn across her nerves.

" Those magazines are over three centuries old, and you're not wearing gloves! " The Boss shuffled over to where Tally was sitting, producing white cotton gloves and pulling them on. He reached around her to close the one she was reading.

" Your fingers are covered with very nasty acids, young lady. You'll rot away these magazines if you're not careful. Before you go nosing around in the collection, you come to me! "

" I don't doubt it, " he snapped, reshelving the magazines with elegant, careful movements at odds with his harsh words. " Now, young lady, I suppose you're here for a work assignment."

The long tables had clearly been cut from the hearts of trees. They showed knots and whorls, and wavy tracks of grain ran down their entire length. They were rough and beautiful, but Tally couldn't get over the thought that the trees had been taken alive.

She was glad when Shay and David took her outside to the cooking fire, where a group of younger uglies hung out. It was a relief to get away from the felled trees, and from the disturbing older uglies. Out here, at least, any of the Smokies could pass as a senior. Tally didn't have much experience in judging an ugly's age, but she turned out to be more or less right. Two had just arrived from another city, and weren't even sixteen yet. The other three-Croy, Ryde, and Astrix-were friends of Shay's, from the group that had run away together back before Tally and Shay had first met.

Here in the Smoke only five months, Shay's friends already had a hint of David's self-assurance.

Somehow, they carried the authority of middle pretties without the firm jaw, the subtly lined eyes, or the elegant clothing. They spent lunch talking about projects they were up to. A canal to bring a branch of the creek closer to the Smoke; new patterns for the sheep wool their sweaters were made from; a new latrine. (Tally wondered what a " latrine" was.) They seemed so serious, as if their lives were a really complicated trick that had to be planned and replanned every day.

The food was serious too, and was piled on their plates in serious quantities. It was heavier than Tally was used to, the tastes too rich, like whenever her food history class tried to cook their own meals. But the strawberries were sweet without sugar, and although it seemed weird to eat it plain, the Smokies' bread had its own flavor without anything added. Of course, Tally would have happily devoured anything that wasn't SpagBol.

She didn't ask what was in the stew, though. The thought of dead trees was enough to deal with in one day.

As they emptied their plates, Shay's friends started pumping Tally for news from the city.

Dorm sports results, soap opera story lines, city politics. Had she heard of anyone else running away? Tally answered their questions as best she could. No one tried to hide their homesickness. Their faces looked years younger as they remembered old friends and old tricks.

" I guess so. And they almost roasted me when they did. They were doing a huge burn that got out of control."

Tally touched the peeling skin on her nose. " Well, that's kind of…" Sunburn, she almost said. But the others' faces were rapt. She'd been alone so long, Tally found herself enjoying being the center of attention.

" The flames were all around me, " she said. " My shoes melted crossing this big patch of burning flowers."

" Well, I guess they missed me." Tally decided not to go into the fact that she'd intentionally hidden her hoverboard. " Anyway, I was in the river, and I'd never even seen a helicopter-except for the day before-and this thing came thundering out of the smoke, driving the fire toward me. And of course I had no idea the rangers were the good guys. I thought they were Rusty pyromaniacs risen from the grave! "

Everyone laughed, and Tally felt herself enjoying the warmth of the group's attention. It was like telling everyone at dorm about a really successful trick, but much better, because she really had survived a life-or-death situation. David and Shay were hanging on to every word. Tally was glad she hadn't activated the pendant yet. She could hardly sit here enjoying the Smokies' admiration if she'd just betrayed them all. She decided to wait until tonight, when she was alone, to do what she had to.

" That must have been creepy, " David said, his voice pulling her away from uncomfortable thoughts, " being alone in the orchids for all those days, just waiting."

She shrugged. " I thought they were kind of pretty. I didn't know about the whole superweed thing."

Shay flushed. " You told me not to write anything that would give the Smoke away, so I put it in code, sort of."

" It sounds like your code almost got her killed, " David said, and Shay's face fell. He turned to Tally.

" Hardly anyone ever makes the trip alone. Not their first time out of the city."

" I'd been out of the city before." Tally put her arm around Shay's shoulder comfortingly.

" I was fine. It was just a bunch of pretty flowers to me, and I started with two weeks of food."

" Why did you steal all SpagBol? " Croy asked. " You must love the stuff." The others joined in his laughter.

Tally tried to smile. " I didn't even notice when I pinched it. Three SpagBols a day for nine days. I could hardly stomach the stuff after day two, but you get so hungry."

They nodded. They all knew about hard traveling, and hard work, too, apparently. Tally had already noticed how much everyone had consumed for lunch. Maybe Shay wasn't so likely to get the not-eating disease. She had cleaned her heaping plate.

" Well, I'm glad you made it, " David said. He reached across and touched the scratches on Tally's face softly. " Looks like you had more adventures than you're telling us."

On the way to work, Shay explained more about the long, flat roller coasters called railroads. Some stretched across the entire continent, one small part of the Rusty legacy still scarring the land. But unlike most ruins, the railroads were actually useful, and not just for hoverboarding. They were the main source of metal for the Smokies.

David had discovered a new railroad track a year or so earlier. It didn't run anywhere useful, so he had drawn up a plan to plunder it for metal and build more hoverpaths in and around the valley. Shay had been working on the project since she'd come to the Smoke ten days before.

Six of them took their boards up and out the other side of the valley, down a stream churning with white water, and along a razor-sharp ridge filled with iron ore. From there, Tally finally understood how far up the mountain she'd come since leaving the coast. The whole continent seemed to be spread out before them. A thin bank of clouds below the ridge mirrored the heavier layer overhead, but forests, grasslands, and the shimmering arcs of rivers were visible through the misty veil.

The sea of white orchids could still be glimpsed from this side of the mountain, glowing like an encroaching desert in the sun.

" That's what you can never tell from inside, " Shay said. " How small the city is. How small they have to make everyone to keep them trapped there."

Tally nodded, but she imagined all those people let loose in the countryside below, cutting down trees and killing things for food, crashing across the landscape like some risen Rusty machine.

Still, she wouldn't have traded anything for this moment, standing there and looking down at the plains spread out below. Tally had spent the last four years staring at the skyline of New Pretty Town, thinking it was the most beautiful sight in the world, but she didn't think so anymore.

Lower down and halfway around the mountain, another river crossed David's railroad track. The route there from the Smoke twisted in all directions, taking advantage of veins of iron, rivers, and dry creek beds, but they'd never had to leave their boards. Walking wouldn't be an option, Shay explained, when they came back loaded with heavy metal.

The track was overgrown with vines and stunted trees, every wooden cross-tie in the grip of a dozen tentacles of vegetation. The forest had been hacked away in patches surrounding a few missing segments of rail, but it held the rest firmly in its grasp.

" How are we going to get any of this out? " Tally asked. She kicked at a gnarled root, feeling puny against the strength of the wild.

" Watch this, " Shay said. She pulled a tool from her backpack, an arm-length pole that telescoped out almost to Tally's height. Shay twisted one end, and four short struts unfolded from the other like the ribs of an umbrella. " It's called a powerjack, and it can move just about anything."

Shay twisted the handle again, and the ribs retracted. Then she thrust one end of the jack under a cross-tie. With another twist of her wrist, the pole began to shudder, and a groaning sound came from the wood. Shay's feet slipped backward, but she leaned her weight into the pole, keeping it wedged under the cross-tie. Slowly, the ancient wood began to rise, tearing free from plants and earth, bending the rail that lay across it.

Tally saw the struts of the powerjack unfolding underneath the tie, gradually forcing it up, the rail above beginning to pull free of its moorings.

Shay laughed and pulled another powerjack from her backpack. " Take that tie there, while I keep this one up."

The powerjack was heavier than it looked, but its controls were simple. Tally pulled it open and jammed it under the tie that Shay had indicated. She turned the handle slowly, until the jack started to shudder in her hands.

The wood began to shift, the stresses of metal and earth twisting in her hands. Vines tore from the ground, and Tally could feel their complaints through the soles of her shoes, like a distant earthquake rumbling. A metal shriek filled the air as the rail began to bend, pulling free of vegetation and the rusty spikes that had held it down for centuries. Finally, the jack had opened to its full extent, the rail still only half-free from its ancient bonds. She and Shay struggled to pull their jacks out.

A few hours later, a pile of scrap metal stood in one corner of the clearing. Each segment of rail took an hour to get free, and required all six of them to carry. The railroad ties sat in another pile; at least all the Smokies' wood didn't come from live trees. Tally couldn't believe how much they had salvaged, literally tearing the track from the forest's grasp.

She also couldn't believe her hands. They were red and raw, screaming with pain and covered with blisters.

" Looks pretty bad, " David said, glancing over Tally's shoulder as she stared at them in amazement.

David laughed. " Hard work's a good distraction. But maybe you should take a break. I was just about to scout up the line for another spot to salvage. Want to come? "

" Sure, " she said gratefully. The thought of picking up the powerjack again made her hands throb.

Leaving the others at the clearing, they hoverboarded up and over the gnarled trees, following the barely visible track below into dense forest. David rode low in the canopy, gracefully avoiding branches and vines as if this were a familiar slalom course. Tally noticed that, like his shoes, his clothes were all handmade. City clothing only used seams and stitching for decoration, but David's jacket seemed to be cut together from a dozen patches of leather, all different shades and shapes. Its patchwork appearance reminded her of Frankenstein's monster, which led to a terrible thought.

She shuddered. He couldn't be wearing a bunch of dead animals. They weren't savages here. And she had to admit that the coat fit him well, the leather following the line of his shoulders like an old friend. And it fended off the whips of branches better than her microfiber dorm jacket.

David slowed as they came into a clearing, and Tally saw that they had reached a wall of solid rock.

" That's weird, " she said. The railroad track seemed to plunge straight into the mountain, disappearing into a pile of boulders.

" The Rusties were serious about straight lines, " David said. " When they built rails, they didn't like to go around stuff."

David nodded. " Yeah. This used to be a tunnel, cut right into the mountain. It must have collapsed sometime after the Rusty panic."

" Probably not. But you never know. There could be a whole trainload of Rusty skeletons in there."

Tally swallowed, trying to imagine whatever was in there, flattened and buried for centuries in the dark.

" The forest's a lot clearer around here, " David said. " Easier to work through. I'm just worried about these boulders collapsing if we start prying rails up."

" Oh, yeah? Check this out, " David said. He stepped off his board onto a boulder, and deftly climbed to a spot that lay shadowed in the setting sun.

Tally angled her board closer and jumped onto a large rock next to David. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw that a long space extended back between the boulders.

Tally rolled her eyes and lowered herself onto her belly. She crawled inside, the cool weight of the rocks settling over her.

A light flicked on ahead. She could see David sitting up in a small space, a flashlight glowing in his hand.

She pulled herself in and took a seat next to him on a flat bit of rock. Giant shapes were stacked above them. " So the tunnel didn't collapse completely."

" Not at all. The rock cracked into pieces, some big and some small." David pointed the flashlight down through a chink between where they sat. Tally squinted into the darkness and saw a much bigger open space below. A glint of metal revealed a segment of track.

" Just think. If we could get down there, " David said, " we wouldn't have to pull up all those vines. All that track just waiting for us."

He nodded. " Yeah, but it would be worth it." He pointed the flashlight upward at his face, making himself hideous. " No one's been down there for hundreds of years."

" Great." Tally's skin tingled, her eyes picking out the dark fissures all around them.

Maybe no human beings had been there for a long time, but lots of things liked to live in cool, dark caves.

" I keep thinking, " David said, " the whole thing might tumble open if we could just move the exact right boulder…."

David laughed and pointed the flashlight so that it lit her face rather than his. " I thought you might say that."

Tally peered through the darkness, trying to make out his expression. " What do you mean? "

Tally's skin tingled again, but not from the thought of snakes or bats or long-dead Rusties.

She wondered if David had somehow already figured out she was a spy. " No, I guess I'm not sure, " she said evenly.

She caught a glimmer of reflected light from David's eyes as he nodded. " That's good.

You take this seriously. A lot of kids come out here and think it's all fun and games."

" I can tell. It's not just a trick to you, like it is to most runaways. Even Shay, who really believes the operation is wrong, doesn't get how deadly serious the Smoke is."

After a long moment of silence in the dark, David continued. " It's dangerous out here.

The cities are like these boulders. They may seem solid, but if you start messing with them, the whole pile could crumble."

" I think I know what you mean, " Tally said. Since the day she'd gone to get her operation, she'd felt the massive weight of the city looming over her, and had learned firsthand how much places like the Smoke threatened people like Dr. Cable. " But I don't really understand why they care so much about you guys."

" Well, this is a secret. I don't usually tell people until they've been here for a while. Years.

" You can trust me, " Tally said, then immediately wondered why. She was a spy, an infiltrator. She was the last person David should trust.

" I hope I can, Tally, " he said, reaching out to her. " Feel the palm of my hand."

She took it, running her fingers over the flesh. It was as rough as the wood grain of the table in the dining hall, the skin along his thumb as hard and dry as leather cracking with age. No wonder he could work all day and not complain. " Wow. How long does it take to get calluses like that? "

" About…? " She stopped in disbelief, then compared the horn of his palm with her own tender, blistered flesh. Tally could feel it there, the grueling afternoon of real work she'd put in today, but stretched across a lifetime. " But how? "

" Oh." She felt stupid now, but it had never once occurred to her. If you could live in the Smoke, you could raise children here too. But she hadn't seen any littlies. And the whole place seemed so tenuous, so temporary. It would be like having a child on a camping trip.

" Old enough. They weren't uglies anymore. I think it's called being a middle pretty? "

" Yeah, at least." New pretties worked or studied, if they wanted to, but few people got serious about a profession until their middle years. " Wait. What do you mean they weren't uglies? "

Tally tried to get her mind to process his words. " You mean, they never did the third operation? They still look middle, even though they're crumblies? "

A shock ran through her. This was more stunning than the felled trees or the cruel pretties; as overwhelming as anything she'd felt since Peris had gone away." They reversed the operation? "

" They cut each other? Out here in the wild? To make themselves…" Her throat closed on the word, as if she was going to gag.

Suddenly the dark cave seemed to be crushing her, squeezing the air from her chest. Tally forced herself to breathe.

David pulled his hand away, and with a corner of her panicked mind Tally realized she'd held on to it all that time.

" But I do want you to…" -she fought saying it, but lost-" to trust me. To tell me this stuff. I do take it seriously." That much was true.

" Sure, Tally. But maybe that's enough for now. We should get back." He turned and crawled toward the sunlight.

As she followed, Tally thought of what David had said about the boulders. However massive, they were ready to topple if you pushed them the wrong way. Ready to crush you.

She felt the pendant swinging from her neck, a tiny but insistent pull. Dr. Cable would be impatient by now, waiting for the signal. But David's revelation had suddenly made everything much more complicated. The Smoke wasn't just a hideout for assorted runaways, she realized now. It was a real town, a city in its own right. If Tally activated the tracker, it wouldn't just mean the end of Shay's big adventure. It would be David's home taken from him, his whole life stripped away.

Tally felt the weight of the mountain pressing down upon her, and found that she was still struggling to breathe as she pulled herself out into the sunlight.