Molly Fyde and the Blood of Billions

“I need you to pass on something to Mortimor for me.”

“Sure.”

“Tell him to get everyone out.”

“Just say that? He’ll know what that means?”

The Seer nodded.

“Out of hyperspace?”

She shrugged.

“Is there a way out?”

“If there is, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. If you try hard enough. Just tell him to leave no one behind.”

“Okay.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Cole thought the woman looked tired all of a sudden, like she needed to lie down and never get back up.

“Is that it, then?”

The Seer nodded. “You’ve been a tremendous help.”

Cole laughed. “It wasn’t so bad a leak,” he said.

“I meant the other. About lying to ourselves. I think you’re right about that . . .”

The Seer trailed off and Cole waited in silence.

“If we aren’t free,” she finally said, “I think you’re right to pretend we are. Maybe we have to delude ourselves and not feel bad for doing it. Maybe that’s crucial for our sanity.”

“Lying to ourselves?”

“And each other. If not, if we admit that we aren’t free and in control of our own behavior, we won’t hold ourselves responsible for our actions, and that will surely have an effect on them.” The Seer lifted her hands from her lap, holding them out as if for balance, even though the cabin wasn’t swaying at the moment.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s the answer.”

She said it reverently and to herself, almost as if she’d been expecting it to come. Her hands came together, interlocking. They came up and covered her mouth, her eyes glistening with a film of tears. She looked down at the empty space of bed between herself and Cole. He didn’t dare speak, didn’t dare interrupt whatever was happening.

“Everything we do affects the people around us,” she finally said. “We are a part of each other’s environment. How I ask you to fix the leak has more to do with your decision than you do. Our will isn’t free, but it depends on each other. It—maybe it’s so complex that some kind of randomness is possible. Some emergent quality arises as all the interactions bounce off one another.”

She looked up, her hands returning to her lap, her silence inviting some kind of response.

But Cole was too busy thinking to answer. He saw what she meant, saw the implications. The mass delusion of free will wasn’t just to assuage, the very idea of free will seemed to inject some of it into human behavior. By expecting others to choose the best course—by holding them responsible for their actions afterwards—it made it more likely they would choose best.

“Thank you for coming,” the Bern Seer said. She unfolded her legs from beneath her and swung them over the side of the bed, planting her feet. She held up her arms as if asking for help to stand. Cole scrambled off the bed and reached for her, helping her up.

“It was my pleasure,” he said, honestly meaning it.

The Seer crossed to the door and rested a fragile hand on the knob. “Let me know when you have your goggles on.”

Cole fumbled for them; he pulled them from around his neck and hurriedly wiped the cups with his t-shirt, having learned how important it was to not have to adjust them once outside.

“Will I see you again?” he asked.

“In a way,” she said.

Cole pulled the goggles down over his head, adjusting them until the cups were tight and his world was as black as blindness.

“Thank you again,” the Seer said. “I think you’ve helped me take responsibility for what I’m about to do.”

In the pure darkness, Cole noticed for the first time that her voice didn’t match her appearance. It was young and crisp, not worn out the way her body appeared.

“And what is that?” Cole asked. He stood in an unseeing void, having forgotten she was waiting to hear when his goggles were in place.

“One day, I’ll have to push a button,” she said, “and by pushing it, I’ll change everything about this universe. And I’m afraid I already know how I will choose.”

“Why are you afraid?” Cole asked, growing wary of the blackness.

“Because, a lot of blood will be spilled, and it’ll all be on my hands.”

“Blood?” A shiver ran up Cole’s spine. He felt a sudden and powerful impulse to tear off his goggles. “Whose blood?” he asked.

“Everyone’s,” the Bern Seer said. “The blood of billions.”