Relda took one last glance around the main touch screen page. Icons were everywhere. One read Start Code Pad. Another, Transmission Server. Yet another, Transmission Server 1.1. - Memory Implant.
Raylay watched the hallway from the men's bunk room. A line of clones and children filed into the control center. The line ended, and Raylay put the miniature escalator on ascend. He coughed out Ty's name, and then he shook him awake.
"Bro," he said. "Something's happening."
Ty sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"What, man?" He asked Raylay.
"Everyone's going to the control center."
Raylay swung off the escalator and to the nearest bunk below. He switched the escalator to descend, and Ty rode it down.
"I have a transmission to send," Raylay added.
He left Ty behind and speed walked into the control center.
"Silas, Acelynn," he addressed the two nest mates. "I need to send a transmission."
"You mean you don't know how?" Silas wondered.
There was a hint of disappointment in Silas' tone.
"Yes, I know how," Raylay retorted, but in a gentle manner. "This is a transmission to Dialorian memory implants."
"That's easy," Acelynn said. "Dialorians have to all the time."
"So it's programmed into the ship then?" Raylay questioned.
Relda reread the icons on the touch device. It was there somewhere. It caught her eye: Transmission Server 1.1 - Memory Implant.
"It's here, Raylay," she affirmed.
He walked around the group.
"I'm going to send the Code Book," he said.
"But our Code Books are in the transports," Shilah pointed out. "And the oldest clones - they have them."
Raylay tapped one of his temples.
"I've studied it since I was a boy," he said. "My memory implant has uploaded it."
He double tapped for entry into Transmission Server 1.1.
"Memory Implant detected," an electronic voice announced. "Upload now?"
"Begin upload," he commanded.
Ozla and Klea tilted to either side of him, squinting.
"Why couldn't we just transmit it when we sent out the message?" Ozla asked.
"The one about freedom?" Klea added.
"That's new info," Raylay groaned, his eyes closed. "An announcement."
"So is this," Asia chimed in. "For them anyway."
"It's not," Raylay said after a grunt and sigh. "This can be consolidated into their long term memories. New freedom announcements cannot. Now can you please stop interrupting the upload?"
A hush fell throughout the control center until a finalizing beep affirmed successful upload.
"It's done," he told the group. "They're free in more ways than one."