“Must be the heat,” says Dutton. They both nod, and the man in the Stetson buzzes them through the entrance.
Dutton and Leavitt walk down a hallway of the agricultural center. Leavitt pops her head into a room marked “Soil Testing.”
“It’s no fake, believe me,” says Dutton. “When I retire, I’d like an agricultural station like this – – in Alaska.”
“You, a Sourdough?” asks Leavitt.
“The sourest!” laughs Dutton, and motions Leavitt into a supply closet. “This way…step in.”
Dutton reaches under a shelf and pushes a button. The walls start to rise around them.
“Cute,” says Leavitt, as the ceiling recedes above them.
A graphic, showing the relation of the elevator to the Agricultural Station appears in the center of the screen. Dutton and Leavitt’s faces are shown to the left and right of the graphic appear in a split screen.
“The whole thing,” says Dutton. “What a world we’re making. I can see why the kids are dropping out. We should have.”
“It’s an emergency, Dutton,” says Leavitt. “We got tagged, period. Until I saw those photos from Vandenberg, I thought that– ” she shakes her head.
“They brought it on them-” begins Dutton.