Nudge shrugged. “This place is out in the desert. And Ms. Hamilton told us about all the safety measures — the alarms, the lights, the radar. This is what we’ve been looking for.”

A year ago I would have ignored what Nudge was saying and just browbeaten her into getting up, throwing her stuff together, and bugging out.

And it would have worked. But we’d been through a lot in the past year. There had been a couple of times when the flock had almost split up. The stuff I had done to make sure we’d survive when the others were little was not the same stuff that would work now. I needed a new way to bend them to my will.

Only problem was, I didn’t have any other way. And Nudge had found something she wanted even more — more than me, more than the flock, maybe even more than survival.

She wanted to learn.

“I’m tired of being scared, Max,” she said, her large, coffee-colored eyes pleading.

“We all are! And as soon as we finish our big mission, we’ll be able to relax. I promise!”

Note: I mentioned the Big Mission, the apocalypse, the end of the world, and so on. Basically, I’m supposed to “save the world.” As in, save the entire freaking world. Jeb said everything that had happened to me, to us, was to toughen me up and teach me survival skills. In a way, everything seems like part of that plan, like it’s connected. Like we have people trying to kill us partly because they think we’re genetic mistakes, dangerous experiments that have gone wrong and so need to be eliminated — and partly because other people think that if I save the world, it’ll cut way into their profit margins.

I have to believe that if I keep trying to figure out the bigger picture, it’ll all make sense. If it doesn’t, I’ll be ready for a loony bin. And as hard as all that was for me to accept, it had to be even harder for the younger kids.

“I just want to fit in,” Nudge said. She looked down at her tan feet, side by side on the new, clean carpet. “I want to be like other kids.”

I breathed in to the count of four. “Nudge, most of the other kids here seem like spineless, gullible weenies who wouldn’t survive one day on their own,” I said gently.

“That’s the point!” Nudge said. “They don’t need to! They’re not on their own — people take care of them.”

“I’ve always taken care of you and the others as best I could,” I said, stung.

Nudge’s eyes softened. “But you’re just a kid yourself.” She brushed her fluffy hair behind one ear. “Max, I want to stay.”

Time to get firm.