all the way over here if weâre only going back to my place?â
âJust authorise me, okay?â
There was a sort of excitement building in Kes which Lari didnât trust. Heâd seen her like this before and it usually spelt bad news for both of them.
âWhat are you up to?â
âShi, Lari! Will you just trust me?â
âFine.â He waved his wristband across the allocation plate.
âDome 3327 North, also authorising Anatale, Kesra.â
The reader chimed, and Kes irritably flicked her wrist over the panel.
There must have been a lift already at the hub, because their names came up on the allocation screen immediately.
âThat was quick!â Lari commented.
âThe joys of upper-level priority,â Kes muttered, as they walked straight past the grumbling queue.
They entered the otherwise empty lift and settled into two seats.
âAnyway,â Kes continued as the lift dropped. âToday we need a lift to ourselves, so itâs all for the best.â
After another couple of seconds the lift lurched as it made the transition into a horizontal shaft.
âYou ready?â she asked.
âFor what?â
âThis. Controller,â she said loudly up towards the roof, âengage program user interface.â
Immediately the babble of the newspanel faded, to be replaced by the disembodied, electric voice of the lift control program.
Program requires authorisation.
âAuthorisation Anatale. Passwordâ â she winked at Lari â âLarinan.â
For a moment there was no sound but the hum of the resonators, then:
User interface protocols engaged.
âWhatâs â¦â Lari began, but Kes waved him to silence.
âComputer, delog current vehicle allocation and reallocate to new destination.â
State new destination.
âLocation 370 North.â
Location 370 North is a restricted recreation facility. State authorising identity.
Kes threw Lari an evil grin. âMann, Janil.â
Authorisation accepted. Previous destination delogged. Vehicle now inbound location 370 North.
âController, end user interface program.â
With a soft âclickâ the newspanel glowed back into life and a couple of seconds later the lift slowed. Lari felt a gentle shudder as it reversed along its course.
âWhat was that about?â Lari demanded.
âWhat do you think? My newest trick.â
âKes, what did you do?â
âI found the user interface program the other day when I was having a look through the maglift systems. Itâs basically for use by techies and security and a few high-ups in the Prelature.â
Lari sighed. This was typical Kes. Where data systems were concerned, she just couldnât stop herself.
âAre you insane? Those systems must be restricted.â
âOf course they are, but it was so easy! You wouldnât believe how simple it was to break through.â
âKes, if they trace you
âThey wonât. Iâve put a program into the central maglift governor that automatically delogs any alterations I make through the interface. We can take lifts anywhere we want and nobody will ever know.â
âWhyâd you use my brotherâs name?â
âHeâs an authorised identity on the interface. Soâs your dad.â
âHowâd you know that?â
âItâs all there if you know where to look, Lari. You wouldnât believe the authority your dad has.â
While they were talking, the lift entered a vertical shaft and dropped again, much further than Lari was used to.
âWeâre going a long way down.â
âThatâs not surprising,â Kes replied. âMost of the restricted rec domes are in the lower levels. Iâve heard some of them are almost in the underworld.â
âThis is a bad idea.â
âCome on, Lari, loosen up.â
âThereâs a reason kids arenât allowed down