[tweetmeme source=”conniechurcher” only_single=false] The only atom with two electrons is helium, insubstantial and in a dream of motion. Not knowing where it is bound, it circles in the dark immeasurable space between spaces. The two electrons dance toward and away from each other, flitting this way and that, just as Caleb and I did. And like us they too were blind.
Of all the people to be trapped underground with Caleb Green was not who I expected to find myself with. Not that it was a situation you could account for or even plan for. It might have been my profession but now I saw war for what it really was; a chain of twitchy reactive decisions, made by people who lived far far away. I’d had more time to think about it in the last few weeks than in all my 24 years.
Not one word had passed between Caleb and me during my time at the Base in Swale, and that was intentional on my part. I heard somewhere that you make up your mind about a person in the first five seconds after you meet them. I didn’t even need that long. To me he was just his job with a slice of stupid on the side. Security. Probably failed to get into the police or the military, because who would set their sights on ‘Security Guard’.
“I saw you around quite a bit, we had the same shifts I think. Did you know you were the only woman on the base under thirty?”
“Actually, I did. I graduated early out of MIT’s defence programme. Where did you go to college?”
“I got good grades out of high school, but I needed to work.” Caleb paused and looked up into the darkness, “You probably think I’m some kind of hick, huh?”
He had cut straight through my self important small talk.
“Oh no, of course not.” But I was lying. We came from different spheres, even in the microcosm that was Swale Military Research Base.
I had arrived at the base two years earlier, buoyed up with excellent grades and the high expectations of others. My initial impression of the place was deflating: the buildings were all one story high prefab units clustered near missile silos and bunkers, and further back in the rust landscape that stretched towards the mountains was the dull brown corrugation of aircraft hangers. The whole panorama was jarring; the brilliant white of the sky sat heavy on the red mountains and after a while it was as though the eye developed a pinkish film across it. Half way up the closest mountain an enormous white cross towered over the plains.
“Why did they leave that one up?” I had asked the private who was driving me to the orientation centre on my first day.
“X marks the spot Ma‘am.” He chuckled, “Access to this whole region is restricted, and so when all the churches were pulled down they missed all of those within these here mountains.”
“Don’t you find it sinister?”
“No ma’am, the base commander says buried treasure was always marked with a cross in the old days. Sort of apt, you know?”
I discovered what this meant during the orientation.
Swale extended far into the ground, splaying out into hidden hangers and secure rooms. It struck me as the sort of place Willy Wonka would have built if he was interested in atomic fission. Wires thrummed through the earth sending pulses of information and light to countless rooms full of consoles and computers. The base had given life to this barren piece of land: a giant’s body spread out beneath the surface just waiting for the day when it could stand up and walk on its own.
“What did you do that last day?” Caleb had asked me after we had been a week in the silo.
“Someone had managed to get a bottle of rum and a few of us had sunk it the night before – I had a hangover you wouldn’t believe, and was in a rather contrary mood.”
I looked at the concrete floor of the silo remembering, “When I got to Alpha lab a visiting technician mistook me for a secretary and I accidentally-on-purpose dropped a beaker half-full of a caustic agent on his shoes.”
Caleb laughed, “I knew you didn’t always have such a stick up your ass.”
“Hey,” I punched him, not quite playing, “You just don’t know me. I know you don’t actually use your brain but some of us have a little more ambition for ours.” I went into a sulk. It was like talking to someone from the 4th grade, he was so annoying.
“Come on, you know I was only teasing you,” He ran his fingers up my arm tickling me. It worked, I was laughing.
“Hey, cut it out! What are you, thirteen or something?”
“Well you sure seem to find it funny,” and he made a bid for the other arm.
After I a few minutes we both seemed to realise we were laughing and awkwardly sat up again.
“Where were you when it happened then?” Caleb asked.
“I was behind the lab, having a cigarette. I am sure as hell missing those,” I could still hear the noise that had followed the flash: a scream as thick as a wall. Remembering that mess of noise and fear made the silo grow colder.
We sat quietly for a while.
“What about you? Alpha lab is pretty far from the security detail, isn’t it?” my voice held a laugh in it because I knew the answer, but wanted to hear him admit it.
“I would watch you sometimes,” Caleb said, without any sign of shame, “I’d take my breaks when your shift ended in case I’d run into you.”
He was so self-assured. I didn’t understand how someone like him could be so confident.
“I think I’ll turn in,” I said, and went to my cot. The conversation had wandered far enough in that direction for two people shut underground together.
Whenever I tried to remember the sunlight or the sound of the air in the mountains that last day would intrude. The roar and rush of air in my ears as the ground whimpered. The fear made me nauseous even at the memory. I could remember the taste of it in the bile when I was sick after the blast, it had tasted like iron. I was sick frequently in the days which had followed.
I’d had the good fortune to be close to the silo when the blast went off, but even so I wasn’t quick enough to prevent the logo on my shirt from burning into my skin. Caleb had stared at my body as I tried to clean the burns on my chest after the pain had become enough to overcome the fear on that first day in the silo. He had also been burned, the dark stripes of the security insignia on his chest absorbing the power from the flash. I tried to clean both of us up as best I could, but there wouldn’t be much I could do if our wounds became infected.
When Caleb and I had first scrambled down into the silo neither of us could speak, shock I suppose. When we could move I had tried to utilise the transmission equipment but all I could pick up was a recording advising staff to follow emergency protocols. We would switch this message on sometimes just in case it changed to a real person with instructions and reassurance, but after a while the message stopped.
“Do you think others are alive like us?” I put to him, “In other parts of the site I mean?”
“Not from the security personnel, I think. All our buildings were above ground, not close enough to any refuge.”
“I’m sorry.” It felt redundant, an automatic response.
He paused as if ruminating over a flavour, “Do you think it happened just to Swale?” He asked with his face turned up to the darkness above.
“If it wasn’t a localised accident I would have thought other major bases or perhaps cities would have been hit. I find it hard to believe it was an accident.”
“Aren’t you supposed to know that sort of thing?”
“I help make the weapons; I don’t know where they point them.”
Caleb snorted.
“So you’re suddenly a pacifist now?” I flared up.
“I never gave it much thought, until recently.”
We lapsed into silence again. Caleb did not say much for the rest of that day and he slept that night with his gun in his hands, like a rosary.
We lost our grasp on time; days, nights, hours passed and neither of us tried to hold on to it as it left. I slept as much as I could and felt relief when I did not dream.
One day I woke up and found Caleb at the control panels. He was running his fingers over and around the buttons, letting his fingers catch on the edges.
He saw me looking, “I think this one starts the launch process.”
“I don’t think you should be touching that.”
“Calm down – it probably doesn’t even have power.”
“There’s enough power for the lights,” I pointed out, but he ignored this.
He touched the casing over a large yellow button, “What would happen do you suppose, if the missile was launched while those doors were shut?”
He looked up toward the huge mechanical doors almost a mile above us.
That was enough for me. I got out of the cot, “I think it’s about time to change our dressings. Can you take your shirt off for me?”
He left the controls, unbuttoned his shirt and sat down on the cot next to me.
“Do you want to know something?” He asked while I was unwinding the bandage around his torso.
“What?” I was relieved to be talking about something other than the missile.
“This is the favourite part of my day.”
“A clean bandage really feels that good? You need to get out more.”
“It’s the only time when you touch me.”
“Oh,” I dropped my hands, embarrassed.
Caleb reached down and took both of my hands in his, which were warm. He pulled them toward him, making rough circles in my palms with his thumb. Slowly, he put them back on the bandages and I continued, self-conscious now.
Things started to change after that.
I was up on the mezzanine looking through boxes when I first heard Caleb sing. Something liquid and warm resonated out from him and I found the worry scabbing over and falling away. For the first time since we had scrambled into this pit I started to cry.
Caleb’s voice was higher than I would have thought; clear and dry but brilliant. He sang the story of what had happened, and what he thought might happen in the days to come. Hearing my name I was entrancing: no one had ever made anything for me before. I sat listening until I was no longer me, just a series of sensations held together by the cold.
The song made me think about what I had tried so hard to shut out. In my mind’s eye I saw the world pock-ridden, soil hanging off it like so much dead flesh. I wondered if the destruction of Swale was merely a huge mistake. It seemed unlikely, but how could we know? No one would realise we were down here. Our names would be added to the missing, presumed dead. The toxic land would be buried under six feet of concrete and the operation would move on to a new location; a new body growing in more fertile earth.
I must have fallen asleep on the mezzanine because I woke up in my cot some time later. I felt someone watching me and opened my eyes to find Caleb inches above me, his breath tickling my face.
I recoiled instinctively, “You startled me.”
“Good morning.”
He was so close.
Around us the lights blinked out one at a time, and with them the consoles, the army cots and even the missile room. The silence retreated leaving just the sound of breathing. I could smell the darkness of his skin. His eyes, like the downy feathers of a collared dove, fastened on me.
My stomach fell through the bottom of the cot and found I couldn’t breathe. I don’t remember who kissed who first.
Afterwards, I got up quickly and started talking about breakfast: did he want powdered fish or powdered egg? And how did they make egg into a powder anyway?
“Come over here Miss fusion-feet and show me your moves.”
“Fission, not fusion. What moves?”
“Here. Now. Just one turn around this here warhead.”
“Oh, no. I don’t do dancing.”
“What do you mean, ‘don’t do dancing’?”
“I can’t dance.”
“Everyone can dance.”
“Yes they all can. Except me.”
“You must have some time or another, at a wedding? Prom? Everyone has to dance at prom.” Caleb wasn’t letting this go quick.
“I didn’t go to prom.”
“That,” he put an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him, “is a tragedy. I bet you’d have looked so pretty in,” he leaned back a moment, considering me, “a blue ball gown, with red flowers in your hair.”
“And you would have been the prom king, I suppose? With a pretty date whose corsage matched your tie?”
He led me in a slow dance. We moved like two electrons around our missile in an old fashion waltz, as if nothing were untoward in our situation.
Of course we talked about opening the door, and even tried it once. If it was suicide to open it what difference did it make to two people who were already buried alive? Dying today or tomorrow didn’t matter; no one was coming for us. At least on the outside my particles would go back into the world, the earth, the sky. But when we tried it the handle would no longer move.
“That only leaves the other door,” I said. We both looked up.
“What do you think?” Caleb asked.
“I think if I stay down here much longer I’ll go mad.”
“Hmm.”
“What do you think?”
“Maybe we could sleep on it.”
All these things which I had been were leaking upwards, drifting out through cracks in the earth, and up to the atmosphere. I dreamt that night I was drifting above the clouds with the starlight lighting me up, seeping inside to illuminate me from within. I was stretching into the freedom when I felt something tugging at my leg. As soon as I tried to look down I found I was falling, screaming down towards the Earth and the thousands of charred bodies which covered the landscape.
I woke up and tried to calm down as I stared up at the darkness. The dense black seemed to turn solid; a gluttonous weight of dark hanging there, waiting to fall and smother me. I tried to shake the feeling off but when I looked again the blackness was as thick as crude oil and came dribbling down towards me. I scrabbled off the cot and dragged the blanket with me, retching. Desperate for air.
Caleb was up and stroking my head the next moment, “It’s ok, hush, hush. It’s ok.” He tickled me gently under the chin so that I’d raise my head, “You look so beautiful when you cry, particularly when your nose is running just like that.”
I laughed, “Look at me, scared of the dark.”
He pulled me into his lap and kissed me all over my face, catching every tear. Eventually we settled into a peace, holding on to each other.
“Do you want to go to back to bed?”
“No, I don’t think I can.”
I led him to the console, where we both stood for a while. Gently he took my hand and put the other around my waist, burying his face in my hair and breathing me in.
“It’s alright, love,” and he kissed me, lips bitter with tears.
I looked at him and he nodded. I pushed back the plastic dome and he held me as I pressed the button down.
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