The Water Wars - Cameron Stracher [77]
“It’s over,” said Ulysses.
“Save your regrets for later.”
“Look up.”
At first one of the wi-screens seemed to be displaying a bad home holo: sand, dust, and machinery. But as the camera zoomed in, the image came into clearer view: A blue stream like life itself, shimmering with luminous clarity.
Water! It arced from the ground into the sky like the most extravagant fountain. It was Kai’s secret river, unleashed from the earth and sharing its bounty with the land. Water fell from the heavens like an impossible storm. It soaked the dry beds, washed over desert scrub, and covered the dirt with water. It rained and rained, not for forty days and forty nights but long enough to make men grateful for the blessing.
The images flickered across the screens, and the number of viewers increased exponentially, drawn by the simple holo of water released into the sky. No one alive had seen a real geyser before, and the magic of water spraying into the air was like an apparition. The view count quickly climbed into the millions as the holo spread like a virus.
“What have you done?” asked Torq, his voice shrouded with rage.
“We’ve tapped the aquifer,” said Ulysses, “and shown everyone how it’s done.”
The short holo played again and again. It had been made with the inexpensive security cameras at the dam site and uploaded to the wireless from the simple booth at the gaming center. It carried Will’s ID, because he was the one who had uploaded it, and the YouToo! record would soon be set in his name. But I didn’t mind, even though it was my idea. Let the world see its fortune: water, billions of liters, still pure and untouched, in hidden aquifers around the globe. Kai would show us, and we would drill, and the rivers would run free once more.
“You’re finished,” said Ulysses. The bird twitched on his neck. “The world doesn’t need you. It doesn’t need any of us.”
Torq glared at him, but he was powerless. He could kill us, but it would be too late. Kai had given the people water. Where there was water—even just a little—there was hope. And hope was the enemy of despots and tyrants. It shimmered at the edge of the blue stream in the glint of the desert sun.
“It’s not over,” said Torq. His brown body shook with fury, like a man whose kingdom had burned down around him. “We’ll see how long the people remember.” Then he turned, heels clicking, and led his men from the room.
It was only then I noticed Sula holding the harpoon behind her back, her hand gripping so tight that her knuckles were white. I touched the woman’s arm until her hand relaxed and slipped mine between the warmth and the weapon.
“Come,” I said. “Let’s go home.”
CHAPTER 22
We said good-bye to Kai and Driesen outside the gaming center. In front of everyone, Kai took my hand and kissed me. It was embarrassing but also sweet, even if Will did make a coyote whistle that turned my head at the last minute.
“See you tomorrow?” Kai asked. He was still weak from high blood sugar, but his voice was strong and clear.
Tomorrow was a school day, I realized, an ordinary day, although it seemed like it couldn’t be. “I’ll see you at the bus stop,” I said. I leaned into him, and this time I kissed him back—on the mouth—and I didn’t care who was watching.
The black limo was waiting at the corner. Its gasoline engine purred, and the exhaust gathered lazily like a cloud. A new bodyguard held the rear door open, and Kai followed his father inside. For a moment he disappeared behind the darkened and reinforced glass, but as the limo pulled away, he opened the window and waved. The last thing I saw was his blond hair streaming wildly behind him and his mouth open to catch the wind.
Ulysses drove Will and me in his pirates’ truck down the dusty road where I had first met Kai. But now I imagined trees shading the shoulders and tall grass swaying in the median. I saw children riding pedicycles and adults walking arm in arm beneath a cool evening sun. I saw the road leading to Basin and beyond,