羊毛战记 Part 1 Holston 3

　　3,　　Three years earlier,　　“You’ve gotta be kidding me, ” Allison said. “Honey, listen to this. You won’t believe this. Did youknow there was more than one uprising?
”,　　Holston looked up from the folder spread across his lap. Around him, scattered piles of papercovered the bed like a quilt—stacks and stacks of old files to sort through and new complaints tomanage. Allison sat at her small desk at the foot of the bed. The two of them lived in one of the silocondos that had been subdivided only twice over the decades. It left room for luxuries like desks andwide nonbunk beds.,　　“And how would I have known about that?” he asked her. His wife turned and tucked a strand ofhair behind her ear. Holston jabbed a folder at her computer screen. “All day long you’re unlockingsecrets hundreds of years old, and I’m supposed to know about them before you do? ”,　　She stuck out her tongue. “It’s an expression. It’s my way of informing you. And why don’t youseem more curious? Did you hear what I just said?
”,　　Allison’s chair squealed on the tile as she turned to face him. The monitor on the desk behind herblinked with the scraps and fragments of data she had pulled from the silo’s old servers, the remnantsof information long ago deleted and overwritten countless times. Holston still didn’t understand howthe retrieval process worked, or why someone smart enough to come up with it was dumb enough tolove him, but he accepted both as truth.,　　“I’m piecing together a series of old reports,” she said. “If true, they mean something like our olduprising used to take place regularly. Like once every generation or so. ”,　　“There’s a lot we don’t know about the old times,
” Holston said. He rubbed his eyes and thoughtabout all the paperwork he wasn’t getting done. “Maybe they didn’t have a system for cleaning thesensors, you know? I’ll bet back then, the view upstairs just got blurrier and blurrier until peoplewent crazy, there’d be a revolt or something, and then they’d finally exile a few people to set thingsstraight. Or maybe it was just natural population control, you know, before the lottery.”,　　Allison shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’m starting to think … ” She paused and glanced downat the spread of paperwork around Holston. The sight of all the logged transgressions seemed to makeher consider carefully what she was about to say. “I’m not passing judgment, not saying anyone wasright or wrong or anything like that. I’m just suggesting that maybe the servers weren’t wiped out bythe rebels during the uprising. Not like we’ve always been told, anyway.”,　　That got Holston’s attention. The mystery of the blank servers, the empty past of the silo’sancestors, haunted them all. The erasure was nothing more than fuzzy legend. He closed the folder hewas working on and set it aside. “What do you think caused it?
” he asked his wife. “Do you think itwas an accident? A fire or a power outage?” He listed the common theories.,