"Ico, of course. He told us where to look."
"So he made it."
"Yes, he made it." He waited for the next question.
"And Rugard Sloan…?" Raven asked.
"Did not."
"And now we're to trust you?"
Coyle glanced up at the sky. "Surveillance data helped pin your position and progress. It's quite impressive, frankly. Your little group is outside all theoretical parameters for this point in time. You two have exceeded all projections. You've become a leader, Daniel! An organization man after all! So it's time to leave the land of the losers and come back to modern life. Time to abandon the past for the future."
"Like you," Daniel said.
Coyle nodded. "Yes. Like me."
"Come back to the companies that cooked up this monstrous hoax. That marooned us here. That let people die like flies. Come back with you."
"Come back like I came back," Coyle replied softly. "Angry. Smart. Transformed. Don't you think I felt the same way as you do now? I was building a boat to float off when they finally offered me Exodus. I was furious. I wanted to expose everything. But when I thought about it, when I talked it over with them and let all my frustration pour out, I realized I was really angry at myself. For being blind so long about me, this place, and what was best for the wider world. Outback Adventure didn't lie to you two. Not really. We told you which way to go. We told you it would be hard, and dangerous. We told you what you needed to survive, and told you only enough to make you appreciate the value of civilized society. The only trick was that you didn't escape to a refuge, you left it. Eden is back there, with me! With United Corporations! Where all your needs are taken care of by machines! Where life is the easiest it's ever been! That's the lesson of this nightmare. That United Corporations doesn't just work- that it's vital. It needs to be protected. Australia protects it. I protect it. Just like the centurions once protected Rome."
"No," Daniel said slowly. "What you do is murder."
"What we do is give people what they want. We make clear the danger in that. The wilderness is a hard lesson. So the few with a knack for survival and organization are taken back. Always."
"What if they don't want to come?"
"That's not really an option. If we left you here, you'd corrupt the wilderness. Australia is a home for social misfits, not a breeding ground for would-be pioneers. You've come through the plagues of disorder, Daniel. It's time for Exodus."
"And the price home?"
"There's a few confidentiality forms to sign. Ico did. A discussion of how your new talents might best be used. In return, you win an important, prestigious life. More money than you dreamed, and as much responsibility as you can handle. We're really quite a remarkable fraternity. Let me be the first to congratulate you." He waited.
Daniel glanced at Raven, the gentle swelling of her breasts and abdomen. It would be easier to go back. Boring, perhaps, but safer and more comfortable. Their child nursed and schooled. Their child raised to be- "No," Raven said. "We're not coming back with you, Elliott."
He shrugged. "That's a common early reaction."
"We're not coming back with you because you're not from some kind of technological heaven, you're from an oppressive social hell," she went on calmly. "It was a place I believed in with all my heart but it required my heart. It devoured and froze it. It left me wedded to stability instead of possibility, and tore me in half. You're a demon, Elliott, on a devil's mission. You've got the blood of a thousand people on your hands. Ten thousand! I've seen them. I've seen the bones. You're a corporate monster, a robot with no soul, and I want my baby as far away from you, and your kind, as he or she can be. I despise United Corporations!"
Coyle had taken a step back at this assault. "That's not fair," he objected, raising his hands. "Do you think that campground of yours over the hill is in any way realistic? Do you think twelve billion people can live like- "
"We can live like this," Daniel interrupted quietly. "We earned the right, by coming here and surviving here. You gave us that right by sending us here. We want to make a new society. And already it's more real, more satisfying, than anything your world has to offer."
"No." Coyle shook his head. "No, no, no. I'm sure your hamlet is… quaint," he conceded, the condescension plain. "But can't you see the irony here? You're not wandering. You're not nomads. You're not some kind of new human, reborn into some kind of grace. You're settling. You're becoming us. By building your new civilization- by doing what comes naturally to our species- you're setting out to destroy the very wilderness you came here for! You can't escape human nature, Daniel. You can't escape your own instincts. By building your village you're just starting down the road to another United Corporations world, except with more dirt and disease along the way. History will simply repeat itself. It's inevitable! Cut the pain short, and come with me."
"It's not inevitable. We're going to strike a balance and make a better world. We've learned from your mistakes."
"That's not what history teaches. It's an endless wheel of mistakes. Until now."
"Until here. The other thing our species does is learn."
Their counselor's look grew impatient. "If we have to, we can destroy you," he warned.
"No you can't," Raven replied. "If you come we'll go back into the bush until you go away. If you try to hunt us down your secret can't be kept from the thousands of soldiers it would take to prosecute such a war. And even if you did destroy us it would only prove how phony and bankrupt all your pretensions about this place are. Come after us, Elliott, and the truth about this place will pull your pyramids down around your ears. It's your society that's fragile, that can't tolerate questions or challenge, that has to fear its own best people and turn its back on its worst. So if you try to harm us it will ultimately be we who destroy you. Leave us alone: as a secret, a rumor, a myth. We want nothing from your world."
"You can't survive in the long run! It's impossible!"
"People survived here for fifty thousand years."
"I don't want you wasted!"
"Then stop sacrificing people here! Cultivate your so-called misfits before your civilization fossilizes! Because if you don't use them, we will, in our new society. And because of that, we're your only hope." She looked at him evenly.
Coyle's mouth was a line. "United Corporations has no need for your hope."
"Goodbye, Elliott." Raven took Daniel's hand, squeezed it, and, turning, began walking away.
Their counselor stood rigid, looking after them.
"Are you okay?" Daniel asked her, glancing back at the man in black.
She nodded, glancing up at the sunlight filtered by the trees. "Very okay."
"It's the opportunity of a lifetime!"
Ico Washington shook the candidate's hand reassuringly, smiled confidently, and saw himself, what he had once been, in the Outback Adventure client's eyes. Unhappy, suspicious, anxious, hopeful, vain. They were all like that, the young men and women who came through his door. Walking time bombs of dissatisfaction. They would go, and learn, and come back.
Or not.
There was always doubt, of course. These were people filled with doubt. So if you could never decide for them- that was against the rules, to push too hard- it was necessary to reassure. "It's the perfect experience for a dynamic, independent individual like you," he recited. "A win-win opportunity for everyone. It changed my life. I'm sure it will yours."
It was so easy. Just tell the truth.
The recruit left, liberated as always by the drastic decision and the vacuuming of his savings. Ico stood from his desk and stretched, looking out the tinted glass window. The city ran to the horizon, a chessboard of light as dusk fell, the office towers the board's strategic pieces. Ten millennia of human thought had created this. It was the apex of civilized achievement, and he its unsung defender.