As Riley had said, discovering Gateway’s existence was a whole other realm of problems and possibilities. If caught right now, Riley would be recycled just for knowing about it. Too late to save him. Remembering his lecture about choices and sacrifices didn’t make me feel any better.
“You’d better sit down,” I said. “It’s a long story.”
“So Gateway wouldn’t be on the wall in hydroponics, but on therealouter Wall?” Riley asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“And no one knows about this except the three of us?”
“As far as I know. I’ve never seen anyone in the Gap, but it’s possible high ranking uppers could know or find it in the computer.”
“Complete and detailed diagrams and blueprints of Inside have been deleted,” Logan said. He had been searching through the computer, trying to gather as much information as he could about the Controllers.
“Are you sure? Wouldn’t the engineers need them?” Riley asked.
“Each system…water, air, electrical and heating has their own blueprints. Let’s see…if I put them…together.” Logan typed.“Still not showing Trella’s Gap or Gateway. Lots of other stuff missing, too. Historical records and logs have been wiped clean up until…week 132,076.”
Almost one hundred and fifty centiweeks ago.
“The first log is written by Admiral Peter Trava. He mentions saboteurs wielding magnets and trying to destroy Inside. He says they were stopped with no loss of life, but with major damage to the computer, causing data lost.” Logan scrolled through a few more pages. “Something’s wrong. The deletion was too clean for a magnet.”
“Do you know when the files were deleted?” I asked.
“The same week Admiral Pete’s entry was written, which was only fifteen centiweeks ago. Whoa! It’s bogus.”
“What happened that week?” I asked.
“Could have been when a few of the uppers tried to get into protected files on the system,” Riley said. “My dad told me about it. Maybe they got too close to the truth, and the Travas decided to delete all the data prior to their take-over and write the bogus entry to explain it.”
“Not all the data,” Logan said. “There are about ten hidden and protected files in the system. I bet the Controllers don’t know about them. The location of Gateway was one of them. Maybe the dissenters buried these files. They’re all password protected.” He clucked and hummed like a child with a brand new toy.
“Could those be the files Domotor wanted?” Riley asked me.
“I don’t know.”
“Trella, what’s your birth week?” An odd tone shook Logan’s voice.
“145,487. Why?”
“And the hour?”
“Why do you need to know?” I asked.
“Humor me.”
“Hour four point fifteen.”
He whistled.
“Logan, tell me.”
“There’s a file here named with your birth week and hour.”
“What?” I moved closer to the monitor. He pointed.
“Why did you think it referred to me?”
“It says, ‘For my daughter born on...’ It’s one of the ten files Domotor or whoever thought was important, so I just guessed it might have something to do with you.”
