John Barnes - Daybreak Zero

“Sure, what the hell. It’s got to be better than my paranoid suspicions.”

“I think it will be. The tribes are an astonishing phenomenon, Heather. Think about it. A year ago we were cruising toward a routine election in a dull, prosperous USA; the worst we had to think about was maybe a fresh terrorist strike like 9/11, the Roosevelt , or the Fed bombing. All the people who are in the tribes now were mostly ordinary citizens; they were younger than average, and they listened to a couple musicians and bands more than other people did, but they weren’t significantly different from the people you saw at work or in the house next door. Sometime after October 28th—eight months, Heather, that’s all—they turned into the murdering crazy barbarians we all know and love today.

“Everything else that’s originated since Daybreak had deep roots in pre-Daybreak society—I mean, how could it be otherwise, in just eight months? The Provisional Constitutional Government is really just the liberal-Democrat think tanks running a rump government in the old Democratic Party bastion of the Northwest. The fundamentalist churches and the Army had been drawing on the same demographics for so long that the Temporary National Government is just those two wings of the old Republicans, in their most reliable area. The Post Raptural Church is the fundamentalists who’ve been preparing for the End Times for four generations, playing them out. The Castles were there from the first Obama Administration on; they were just eccentric right-wingers in fortified houses, harboring romantic notions, until society collapsed around them and they started turning into feudal lords—which was another idea that was already around. Even we, the RRC itself, are just a bunch of intelligence, law enforcement, research, and PR bureaucrats trying to do our jobs after Daybreak. Our technical centers grew up from pre-Daybreak hobbyists who wanted to preserve disappearing arts like steam railroads, blacksmithing, and celestial navigation. You see? Everything we see around us grew out of something that was there for decades before Daybreak.

“But the tribes are—well? What are they? What were they before Daybreak?”

Heather’s head was cocked to the side. “You sound like you don’t know.”

“I don’t. But I want to know, because I think they are a major clue to Daybreak. Where they came from, how they cropped up so fast, who they really are, everything—I think that’s one of the places where we might be able to understand Daybreak. So I want to know all about them—and so does Larry Mensche. That’s what he’s doing out there—pursuing the most important issue he knows about, with you or without you.”

“Hunh. Well, Larry’s reports do read more like ethnography or anthropology than like military intel or law enforcement reports. And every time I’m forced to look at the tribal problem, it turns out to be much bigger than I’d thought.” She yawned and stretched. “We have a bunch of routine Board business to clear here, quickly, unless everyone would like to spend hours discussing budget points and policies?” She beamed at how hard all of them shook their heads. “Knew I could count on you all. Arnie, you and I are having lunch, on the government’s nickel, this afternoon, and you are going to do your damnedest to make me see things the way you and Larry do, and I’ll help.”

Since Sumer, the smart and the powerful have always met over food, somewhere discreet, where they can stretch out comfortably and decide what the rest of the world ought to do. Elizabeth I’s ministers traded barbs at the Mermaid; the Founding Fathers argued more freely in the City Tavern than in Independence Hall; atom bomb scientists drank at the Owl. When Washington DC still existed, the too-late decision to expand the Daybreak investigation had been taken in a hole-in-the-wall Cambodian diner belonging to Allie Sok Banh’s uncle.

Nowadays, in Pueblo, Johanna’s What There Is was the place to be well-fed and not overheard.

Johanna charged by the seat and served family style. She didn’t attempt a menu—she couldn’t depend on having any particular ingredient, and the big wood stove and barbecue grill in her improvised backyard cookshed were really only adequate for preparing one large common meal.

Heather and Arnie had barely taken their seats in the Mountain View Room—the most isolated room on the third floor of Johanna’s—when Johanna herself brought in a crisp field-green salad surrounding a chilled trout loaf, and a side of elk ragout over polenta.

It would have been blasphemy to talk business over such a lunch. When they had eaten all of it, Heather said, “Arnie, my problem is when I listen to you, I’m always saying, Yes, sure, the way to get good, balanced, accurate knowledge of anything is to pursue it for its own sake , but when I’m on the radio for any length of time with Cam in Athens, or with Graham in Olympia, I find myself thinking, Right, we’re losing a war here and Arnie’s doing pure science instead of figuring out what to hit and how. And I don’t like being a creature of whatever I heard last. I think you are right. Can you help me settle firmly into your side?”

“I can try. I wish I knew if it even is a war. Originally I thought it wasn’t—I thought Daybreak was more like a storm than an invasion—and then I thought that it was, because a storm doesn’t pick its targets—and now I think Daybreak is just really hard on analogies; it doesn’t behave like anything else, it’s just Daybreak. We won’t understand anything about it till we admit there’s never been anything like it before. But I do understand that we won’t get it, either, if Daybreak takes the world down into a dark age while we’re still trying to understand. We need to know enough to win, soon enough to use it, and right now we don’t even know what it would mean to know that.”

“You could be more reassuring.”

“Yeah, but you wanted the truth, as I see it.”

“I did.” Heather brought her feet up onto the couch where she’d half-sat during the meal. “Oh, man, Johanna knows how to make a room comfortable.” She groaned. “I really wish I could wait to think about this till after I get my body back, but that’s way too long to wait. So, you think the tribes are the key to… well, what are they the key to?”

Arnie spread his hands. “Maybe just to finding the right question. But as for your situation with Larry—look, Heather, this is a gift, not a problem. You’ve got a shrewd investigator who knows the territory, and who wants to look into it. And I can’t show you graphs—”

“I don’t need’em, Arn, I believe in your intuition much more than you do. If you say we have to know about the tribes, then we have to know about the tribes, and I’ll declare that to be Larry’s main mission. The biggest problem I see is that whenever he gets back with Debbie, he might want to spend some time getting reacquainted, I would think, and frankly, as much time as he’s spent in the woods since December, he’s got to be tired . And I don’t think I have anyone more entitled to a vacation if he asks for one.”

Arnie leaned back, thinking. “Well, we need way more than one investigator on the job, anyway, if we want results in time to use them. And though we’ve learned so much from Larry’s exploring the Inland Northwest, that’s kind of like looking under the streetlight for the quarter you dropped in the alley, because the light is better. I think we could learn more from penetrating the Lost Quarter, ideally from a traverse of it.”

“If anybody ever came back after going in,” Heather said.