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  40. Acknowledgements
  41. About the Author

The door doesn’t budge when I approach it. I slam my hands against it, not that I think I’ll do anything, but needing the pain. Needing something to pull my mind away from my ragged heartbeat. I press my head against the cold metal door and try to just breathe. Try. Shaky shoulders with each pull of air.

On the side of the door, around eye-level, waits a little screen that blinks when I look at it, before flashing green. The door’s lock clicks. I open the door and cold air blasts across my burning skin. Me and Figueiredo are the same, right down to the eyes. I freeze in the open doorway, waiting and glancing down the bright white hallways with their glass walls. I can almost feel the tree roots of the cables from the room of Envisioners snaking under the floor and leading to the All-Eye. I don’t have time to search the place, and I could use a distraction and a chance to get as many people as I can away from the All-Eye, anyway.

Back in the cargo bay, I lean down to where the Envisioner cables twine together before slithering into a duct in the floor. I run my hands over the cables and pick one that seems to link to the farthest machine, by the back wall. I don’t need a building-leveling blow like on Luna One, just enough to cause a distraction.

I nudge the cable with my mind—throwing the dice, touching the lit match to the fuse—and then I sprint as fast as I can down one of the empty white hallways. The explosion, like two icebergs smashing together, is so loud it vibrates my skull, rumbling the ground and the walls around me, almost knocking me over. The noise dumps another gallon of gasoline onto the runaway blaze of my heartbeat. A second of silence after the explosion, and then come the whooping alarms and the green-coats running down the halls. I’m still invisible, as far as I can tell, as I cram my hands against my ears. Tripping over my own feet while I wriggle away from the green-coats that stream down a hallway in the flickering lights. I can hear Yusuf in my head, trying to show me through the maze of the Compound on my first day there, then his words trying to calm himself down. Earth. The Solar System. The Milky Way.