But when the time's right, I'm all for you. You've got your work cut out, said the Captain. Well, all right then, Nathan Lee said, trying to believe his luck. The clones needed a crash course in the twenty-first century. The cities might be dead, but they were still mechanically alive, and deadly. One wrong highway could land them in the Canadian winter. One can of spoiled food could wipe them out with botulism. But survival in the ruins of America was going to require different skills. They knew how to quarry limestone, sow wheat, work leather, smith iron, and herd goats. In the meantime, Nathan Lee wanted to prepare the clones for alien times. When the time comes, he can lead the rest. I wouldn't treat a dog the way we've had to treat those men. Her devotion to the city-her utter faith in it-baffled and frustrated him. Even if he could escape Los Alamos, Miranda would never agree to leave with him. He was more of a prisoner than the prisoners in Miranda's basement. Nathan Lee took it for granted that Paul Abbot had his every move under the tightest surveillance. It would mean betraying her father, to whom he'd promised to deliver Miranda, or trying to betray him. He could flee with Miranda, hole up, outwait the fanatics streaming toward Los Alamos, and then run loose through the world with what was left of their time. With the Captain's help, he'd plotted them on a map. ![]() There were hundreds of Anasazi cave dwellings in the Four Corners region.
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