Back Fourth World
Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Part I
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Part II
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Part III
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. To be continued...
  46. Glossary
  47. Acknowledgments
  48. About the Author

The other students who had taken the shuttle with us already had assignments, and they quickly dispersed to their usual trenches, which left Henry, Tamara and me standing awkwardly next to the van, wondering where we should go. A power tool whirred noisily somewhere in the distance, making a grinding sound that echoed off the hills around us. I wasn’t sure whether we should follow the sound or wait for someone to come get us. I was just contemplating getting back in the van and hiding out in there for the rest of the day when Erick bustled up, fiddling with something on his palmtop as he walked.

“Hello Isaak,” he said. “Tamara, Henry. Glad you could make it. Since you’re new to the project, I’m putting each of you with an experienced group, to show you the ropes.”

Our first day on site, Erick spent most of the time showing us the ins and outs of the dig. Henry and Tamara both were assigned to Trench 21, one of the bigger pits the project had excavated out thus far. Even though one of the other professors was technically the supervisor in that area, it appeared that Grant had appointed himself the unofficial lead. I would have felt sorry for them, except I noticed that Erick had placed me in Trench 17, an area that he was supervising personally. Coincidentally, that would give us plenty of opportunity to get to know each other better. Perfect.

The good news was that Scylla was also working Trench 17. Her friendly exuberance was a bit intense, but it was far preferable to Grant’s imperiousness.

The site was much busier than I’d expected it to be, based on how quiet things had been the day of our tour—although, that day had been a weekday, and most of the workers were students. The machinery sound turned out to be emanating from Trench 6, where they were using a massive rig to drill core samples.

“This will enable us to get a more generalized look at the changes in geological strata over time,” Erick explained. “But we also want to get a more detailed, up-close look at what’s going on out here, and that’s where you all will come in. Trenches 17 and 21 are being excavated by hand, which lets us examine the different areas with a bit more finesse.”