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we can hear
them chanting, calling for us to die. We can see them,
too, or at least make out the halo of light cast up from
the shores of Barrel Key, where they must be gathered,
staring back across the black expanse of water toward the
fence and the angular white face of the Haven Institute.
From that distance it must look like a long green jaw set
with miniature teeth.
Monsters, they call us. Demons.
Sometimes, on sleepless nights, we wonder if theyre
right.
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hu-man.
There were two kinds of humans: natural-born
humans, people, women and men, girls and boys, like
the doctors and staff, the researchers, the guards, and the
Suits who came sometimes to survey the island and its
inhabitants.
Then there were human models, males and females,
made in the laboratory and transferred to the surrogate birthers, who lived in the barracks and never spoke
English. The clones, people occasionally still called them,
though Lyra knew this was a bad word, a hurtful word,
even though she didnt know why. At Haven they were
called replicas.
The second word was M-O-D-E-L. She spelled it,
breathing the sounds lightly between her teeth, the way
that Dr. ODonnell had taught her. Then: the number 24.
H - U - M - A - N . T H E F I R S T W O R D WA S
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she had, in response to Nurse Swineherds cheerful question, How are we today? Nurse Swineherd had startled,
dropping one of the syringesLyra hated the syringes,
refused to name themand had to start over. But she
wondered what it would be like to come across the dead
body on the beach. She wasnt afraid of dead bodies. She
had seen hundreds of replicas get sick and die. All the Yellows had died, none of them older than twelve months.
A fluke, the doctors said: a fever. Lyra had seen the bodies
wrapped and prepared for shipping.
A Purple from the seventh crop, number 333, had simply stopped eating. By the time they put her on a tube, it
was too late. Number 501 swallowed twenty-four small
white Sleepers after Nurse Em, who used to help shave
her head and was always gentlest with the razor, went
away. Number 421 had gone suddenly, in her sleep. It was
Lyra whod touched her arm to wake her and known,
from the strange plastic coldness of her body, that she was
dead. Strange that in an instant all the life just evaporated,
went away, leaving only the skin and bones, a pile of f lesh.
But thats what they were: bodies. Human and yet not
people. She hadnt so far been able to figure out why.
She looked, she thought, like a normal person. So did
the other female replicas. Theyd been made from normal
people, and even birthed from them.
But the making of them marked them. Thats what
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the time, a nurse who hadnt stayed long, and whose name
Lyra could no longer remember, had burst out laughing.
The story had quickly made the rounds among the nurses
and doctors.
Youve lost weight, Nurse Swineherd said, still
frowning. Hows your appetite?
Several seconds went by before Lyra realized this was a
question she was meant to answer. Fine.
No nausea? Cramping? Vomiting? Lyra shook her
head. Vision problems? Confusion?
Lyra shook her head because she wasnt very practiced
at lying. Two weeks ago shed vomited so intensely her
ribs had ached the following day. Yesterday shed thrown
up in a pillowcase, hoping it would help muff le the sound.
Fortunately shed been able to sneak it in with the rest
of the trash, which went off on boats on Sundays, to be
burned or dumped into the sea or otherwise disposed of.
Given the storm, and the security breach, and the missing-now-probably-dead male, she was confident no one
would notice the missing pillowcase.
But the worst thing was that she had gotten lost yesterday, on her way back to the dorms. It didnt make
any sense. She knew every inch of D-Wing, from Natal
Intensive to Neural Observation, to the cavernous dorms
that housed one hundred female replicas each, to the
bathrooms with dozens of showerheads tacked to a wall, a
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trench-like sink, and ten toilets. But she must have turned
right instead of left coming out of the bathroom and
had somehow ended up at the locked door that led into
C-Wing, blinking confusedly, until a guard had called
out to her and startled her into awareness.
But she wouldnt say so. She couldnt go to the Box.
Thats what everyone called G-Wing. The Box, or the
Funeral Home, because half the replicas that went in
never came out.
All right, off you go, Nurse Swineherd said. You let
me know if you start feeling sick, okay?
This time, she knew she wasnt expected to answer.
She wouldnt have to tell anyone she kept getting sick.
That was what the Glass Eyes mounted in the ceiling
were for. (She wasnt sure whether she liked the Glass
Eyes or not. Sometimes she did, when the chanting from
Barrel Key was especially loud and she thought the cameras were keeping her safe. Sometimes, when she wanted
to hide that she felt sick, she hated them, those lashless
lenses recording her every move. That was the problem:
she never knew which side the Glass Eyes were on.)
But she nodded anyway. Lyra had a plan, and the plan
required her to be good, at least for a little while.
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dreamed of,
especially on nights like this one, when the moon was so
big and bright it looked like it was a set piece in a movie,
hooked outside her window on a curtain of dark night
sky.
In movies, teenagers were always sneaking out. Theyd
wait until their parents went to bed, ease out from under
their blankets already dressed in miniskirts and tank tops,
slide down the stairs and unlatch the lock and pop! Theyd
burst out into the night, like balloons squeezing through
a narrow space only to explode.
Other teenagers, Gemma guessed, didnt have Rufus:
a seventy-five-pound retriever who seemed to consist
entirely of fur, tongue, and vocal cords.
Shhh, Gemma hissed, as Rufus greeted her at the
bottom of the stairs, wiggling so hard she was surprised
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set the water on her bedside table and f lopped back onto
the bed. The moon made squares on her bare legs, cutting
her skin into portions of light and dark. She brief ly let
herself imagine what Chloe DeWitt and Aubrey Connelly
were doing at that very second. Shed always been told she
had a vivid imagination, but she just couldnt picture it.
What was it like to be so totally, fundamentally, ruthlessly
normal? What did they think about? What were their
problems? Did they have any problems?
Rufus was still whining. Gemma got out of bed and
let him in, sighing as he bounded immediately onto the
bed and settled down exactly in the center of her pillow.
She wasnt tired yet, anyway. She sat down instead at the
vanity that had once belonged to her mother, an ornate
Victorian antique shed loved as a child and hadnt been
able to tell Kristina shed outgrown. Shed never been
able to tell her parents much of anything.
The moon made hollows of her eyes in the mirror,
turned her skin practically translucent. She wondered if
this was how her parents always saw her: a half ghost,
hovering somewhere between this life and the next.
But she wasnt sick anymore. She hadnt been sick in
years, not since she was a little kid. Still, they treated her
as if she might suddenly blow away, like a human house
of cards, disturbed by the lightest touch.
She herself could barely remember all those years of
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only overweight
sixteen-year-old girl in the entire history of the United
States who actually wished she could participate in gym. It
would be one thing if she were excused to go to study hall
or free period. But due either to scheduling limitations
(the stated reason)or, as Gemma suspected, the innate
sadism of Ms. Vicke, the vice principalinstead Gemma
was forced to go to gym and sit in the bleachers, pretending to work, while the rest of her classmates zigzagged
across the gym, their sneakers squeaking, or f lew across
the mulchy wet soccer fields, running drills.
In the bleachers, there was nowhere to hide. She might
as well be a blinking Does Not Belong sign. Even worse:
Mrs. Coralee, the gym teacher (also a sadistthe school
was full of them), insisted that Gemma change into the
puckered nylon shorts and matching tank tops the whole
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have been surprised at all to learn that she liked the taste
of human f leshhad changed before they stripped. They
would both be late for study hall and would have to
endure another lecture from Mr. Rotem. But anything
was better than showering with the pack wolves.
Good news, April said, when the rest of the locker
room had cleared out. Mom finally caved on the Green
Giant. I told her it wasnt safe to drive sixty miles in that
beast, much less six hundred. Hows that for strategy? I
used her own psychology against her.
And so the hunted becomes the hunter, Gemma
said, in her best movie-announcer voice. Sometimes she
thought her favorite part of the week was sitting on the
wooden bench just outside the shower stalls, which hadnt
been used in twenty years, talking with April while she
washed her face and reapplied her makeup painstakingly,
even though the end result always made it look like she
wasnt wearing any. Like they were in their own protected world. But not a world her parents had made for
her. A world shed chosen.
Something like that. Anyway, well be cruising down
to Florida in our very own Lexus. Can you believe it? My
brothers so pissed.
Apart from Gemmas, Aprils parents were the most
protective people Gemma knew. Neither Gemma nor
April was allowed to datenot that it mattered, since
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