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The Migration
Lilly Varghn glanced wearily at the clock. It was 5:55 a.m., her shift
didn't start for another three hours but Ralph, impossibly young and naïve
had called.
Reluctantly, Lilly had gotten out of bed, careful not to disturb her
husband as she dressed and quickly headed into work. She made a mental
minutes ago."
"Is that all?" Lilly laughed. "Have we heard anything from the
mayor?"
Lilly was relieved. The mayor had kept out of this for the interim.
“Someone has to know, whether it’s the local media, newspaper, or hell,
observant, warily watched Lilly’s dark eyes fastened on the bay of screens
plastered on the far wall. Local weather reports displayed national and
year. It's hard to say. It's minus twenty out, no sun rise yet, so maybe we'll
luck out. It’s the mayor we should be worried about. I'm surprised he
hasn't..."
A light trill sounded in her earpiece and she took a quick inhale before
she answered. "Morning, Mayor. Yes, we're fully aware... almost 900. No.
It's not like last time. That was well over two thousand... 14 months ago,
sir." Lilly wiped a fine sheet of sweat from her forehead, the dark monitor
that sat on her desk showed a dusty reflection of her badly stooped frame
and the deep wrinkles that etched her tired face. "Really sir, I'd no idea, it's
so early."
She covered the mouthpiece before she hissed at Ralph, "Turn one of
immediately the center screen along the wall filled with the face of an
exhausted male reporter as he desperately tried to keep his coat about him.
His nose and cheeks were a brilliant red that matched his hair being tossed
Lilly pulled the earpiece and wrapped it in her fist so as to shut out the
him a torn scrap of paper. His brow furrowed with puzzlement. "According
to thermal readouts by an undisclosed source the migration numbers may
Ralph could hear all the way from his desk the single repeated
sentence that drilled through Lilly’s earpiece. "What are you going to do
Lilly popped the earpiece back into place. "Don't worry, Mayor, we'll
handle it. We always do, don't we? This isn't the first time we've had a
Seconds later Lilly threw the tiny earpiece onto her desk and
swallowed hard. "I don’t suppose you are old enough to remember the
Migration of 2012?"
"No, but I'm familiar from training," Ralph replied wanly." It was the
first migration. The country had never seen anything like it, though they
"A hundred and fifteen thousand, wasn't it? Survivors of the first collapse
your training. Now, do you recall what city was lost in our country's first
migration?"
"Miami?"
"No, not Miami, though they were hit two months later with massive
amounts of people, but the first city to take on the first migration of the
"Nashville was long before your time and is not something many want
to speak about, especially the history books." Her fingers swept over the
keyboard. A map of the city came up on the screen. There were several large
masses of pink that dotted the city limits. "Someone goofed the numbers,
"Will the stadium hold them all?" Ralph relinquished his seat to stand
"Yes.”
They silently watched the screen as a pink blob that signified the
her. The young intern's eyes became dangerously red and watery. "Don't
“Of course, think about how many have already perished from
exposure. The numbers could well have been double what it is now. Triple.
Ralph’s face paled and with an obvious urgency to have it off his
Lilly smiled weakly. "You’re not the first, kiddo, or the only one here
at the company to have family or friends out there. You can’t take it
personally, there's nothing you can do. It’s illegal to help the homeless and
the non-citizen."
afterwards."
The screen showed the pink blobs as they converged, the green their
formidable ushers.
"I'm sorry, but at least you knew. Some are never identified."
The slow moving pink blob elongated and became a thick line while
the green made a steady but thin stripe on either side and behind. Lilly ran a
fingernail along the length of the pink line as Ralph's cheeks burned scarlet
wanted to say to her young intern, like her own mother possibly out there,
part of a migration. But now was not the time as the footfalls of the
ground level.
Later, when an official headcount was taken the number would fall to
six figures and Lilly, much to her personal relief, would find that her mother
"Where have they all been? How can so many go unnoticed?" Ralph
questioned.
Lilly's eyes grazed over the ceiling, the footsteps continued to move
when they lost their homes and couldn't grow food because of the weather?
They took only what they could carry and moved south. People as far away
as Alaska tried to move south as the sea levels rose, absolute chaos. I don't
hostile to the situation. "I take it your granddad was part of the committee
that bombed Nashville? My history is good, but not that great to remember
"I don't know which is harder to live with, a granddad that bombed his
own countrymen or that he helped create the law to make everyone but those
"This issue has been discussed for generations,” Lilly said. “What
happened at Nashville was a... learning experience. There's nothing you can
do about past mistakes, what you can do now is help me deal with the large
shuffled back to his desk, hands buried deep in his pockets with his eyes cast
Lilly's earpiece trilled, she answered it in relief. "Yes, Mayor. No, I've
not a confirmed number. Well, no, we've got to be able to close the doors
first and besides, I don't have my entire crew in the office yet. Well, I'm sure
As if on cue several people poured from the hall and into the room to
take their respective desks. Many yawned with coffee cups filled to the brim
in hand; monitors began to blink to life, and voices murmured into earpieces.
The office, once cast in shadow, was suddenly awash in brilliant light
Ralph took his seat, obviously sulky and depressed, his face inches
from his computer screen. A pop-up window on his monitor showed dark
remote still clutched in one hand and the screen on the far wall changed
aisles to take up seats, and climbed staircases to fill every nook and cranny.
Their voices echoed through the cavernous and only slightly illuminated
concrete structure. One could just make out a sea of heads as they glanced
children.
When the stadium seemed ready to burst at the seams the large doors
By now, all the screens on the far wall showed the stadium and its
contents. The dim lights had been raised to allow one to witness the haggard
faces of young and old alike. All were bundled heavily in various length and
color coats. Many had blankets thrown about their heads and shoulders for
extra warmth. Their arms were laden with bags, sometimes boxes, or
field. While others laid out sleeping bags or mounds of blankets on stadium
Lilly spoke into her earpiece, "Do we have them all? Good. No, we’ll
catch the stragglers in the city later. Yes. Yes. That's fine. We're ready."
Lilly sighed. "It's all right, Ralph. It's how it must be. We've not the
From the far wall each panel showed the lights in the stadium
suddenly go dark, there was a collective gasp, a few screams, more babies
crying and nervous chatter. Seconds passed and was soon filled with a faint
returned.
In the span of that first hour, Lilly watched as Ralph quietly slipped
out of the office. It was probably for the best. She would have him pack his
things at the end of his shift; write a recommendation. She would hate to see
and have a light dinner. Perhaps they would go to the museum, or maybe
walk through the cold streets to the city park before curfew. At some point
Ed would turn to her and inevitably ask how her day had been and she would
After all, the media would later retract their story and report nothing
more than 80, maybe close to a hundred non-citizens had attempted to break
into the city but were immediately dispatched. There would be a few
protesters outside HQ who would demand the equal treatment for the
homeless and non-citizens but they wouldn’t be there long. The cold day
shadows inside the stadium as she spoke into her earpiece, "Give it another
hour but make it clear there is to be no clean-up until nightfall, for obvious
reasons.”
Written 2007