And it looked nothing like the one I was used to.
Chapter 8
At this point, you’re probably expecting to read something like, “I suddenly realized that everything I thought I had known was untrue.”
Though I’ll likely use that exact phrase, I should warn you that it is actually misleading. Everything I knew was not untrue. In fact, many of the things I’d learned about the world were quite true.
For instance, I knew that the sun came up every day. That was not untrue. (Though, admittedly, that sun shone on a geography I didn’t understand.) I knew that my homeland was named the United States of America. That was not untrue. (Though the U.S.A. was not actually run by senators, presidents, and judges – but instead by a cult of evil Librarians.) I knew that sharks were annoying. This also was not untrue. (There’s actually nothing witty to add here. Sharks are annoying. Particularly the carnivorous kind.)
You have been warned.
I stared up at the enormous wall map and suddenly realized something. Everything I thought I’d known about the world was untrue. “This can’t be real…” I whispered stepping back.
I’m afraid it is, Alcatraz,” Sing said, laying a hand on my shoulder. “That’s the world – the entire world, both the Hushlands and the Free Kingdoms. This is the thing that the Librarians don’t want you to know about.”
I stared. “But it’s so… big.”
And indeed it was. The Americas were there, represented accurately. The other continents – Asia, Australia, Africa, and the rest – were there as well. They were collectively labeled INNER LIBRARIA on the map, but I recognized them easily enough. The difference, then, was the new continents. There were three of them, pressed into the oceans between the familiar continents. Two of the new continents were smaller, perhaps the size of Australia. One, however, was very large. It sat directly in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, right between America and Japan.
It’s impossible,” I said. “We would have noticed a landmass like that sitting in the middle of the ocean.”
“You think you would have noticed,” Sing said. “But the truth is that the Librarians control the information in your country. How often have you personally been out sailing in the middle of what you call the Pacific Ocean?”
I paused. “But… just because I haven’t been there doesn’t mean anything. The ocean is like kangaroos and grandfathers – I believe that other people have seen it. Ship captains, airplane pilots, satellite images…”
“Satellites controlled by the Librarians,” Bastille said, regarding the map through her sunglasses. “Your pilots fly guided by instruments and maps that the Librarians provide. And not many people sail boats in your culture – particularly not into the deep ocean. Those who do are bribed, threatened, brainwashed, or – most often – carefully misled.”
Sing nodded. “Those other continents make sense, if you think about it. I mean, a planet that is seventy percent water? What would be the point of so much wasted space? I’d never have thought people would buy that lie, had I not studied Hushlander cultures.”
“People go along with what they’re told,” Bastille said. “Even intelligent people believe what they read and hear, assuming they’re given no reason to question.”
I shook my head. “A hidden gas station I can believe, but this? This isn’t some little cover-up or misdirection. There are three new continents on that map!”
“Not new,” Sing said. “The cultures of the Free Kingdoms are quite well established. Indeed, they’re far more advanced that Hushlander cultures.”
Bastille nodded. “The Librarians conquered the backward sections of the world first. They’re easier to control.”
“But…” I said. “What about Columbus? What about history?”
“Lies,” Sing said quietly. “Fabrications, many of them – the rest are distortions. I mean, haven’t you always wondered why your people supposedly developed guns after more technology-advanced weapons, like swords?”
“No! Swords aren’t more advanced than guns!”
Sing and Bastille shared a glance.
“That’s what they want you to believe, Alcatraz,” Sing said. “That way, the Librarians can keep the powerful technology for themselves. Don’t you think it’s strange that nobody in your culture carries swords anymore?”
“NO!” I said, holding up my hands. “Sing, most people don’t need to carry swords – or even guns!”
“You’ve been beaten down,” Bastille said quietly. “You’re docile. Controlled.”
“We’re happy!” I said.
“Yes,” Sing said. “You’re quiet, happy, and completely ignorant – just like you’re supposed to be. Don’t you have a phrase ‘Ignorance is bliss’?”
“The Librarians came up with that one,” Bastille said.
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “This is too much. I was willing to overlook the self-driving cars. The magic glasses… well, they could be some kind of trick. Sneaking into a library, that sounded like fun. But this… this is ridiculous. I can’t accept it.”