autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Sue graduates from Tactical School a year early, he's barely fifteen. He's toned down the flirting - he treats Aegis completely platonically, in particular - and has cut down on the unhealthy amount of sleeping-with-everything-that-wants. And he's apparently, via his independent study, gotten far enough through the curriculum that they're nudging him along to Command.

They've given Sue a strange old man for a tutor, who appeared in his room and started a physical confrontation, which Sue won; Sue related this story to her with something between amusement and irritation.

And a quicker-than-average flurry of notes has been piling up in the psych data since about that time, according to the timestamps.

Aegis knows before they tell her that they're going to send her to Command early too. She's just barely fifteen herself when she gets another update of the psych files and sees that Sue's had - well, the files aren't terribly clear, some of the communication is happening via in-person conversation and memos that don't get stored in these folders, but Sue's had some kind of breakdown and the only things they can think of to get him out of it, get him back into shape to train and fight, are her friendship and Howlett. They have mixed feelings about both - Howlett's insubordination problem; their bewilderment that Aegis and Sue can be so close when "she's the one person he can't link!" - but they're desperate.

Bird? They don't talk as often over the long distance, just as there was a lull when he went to Tactical ahead of her; their schedules have nothing in common and their contexts less. But he knows her, and he can reach this far if he tries. And she wants to know what's wrong.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Hey, you, he sends, friendly but tired.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
Psychologists are freaking out. They're going to send me all the way to Command a year early to jolly you out of - something. I haven't gotten the orders yet, I'll have to pretend to be surprised. What happened, my bird?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The old guy's been acting weirder than usual, says Sue. And I can tell something's up, it is so incredibly fucking obvious that they're hiding something big, but he plays dumb whenever I try to pry it out of him. It's pissing me off, so I stopped playing, and now they don't know what to do with me.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
Well, I don't know why they expect me to be any help, then, it's all over my file that I'm only useful when nobody's giving me any bullshit.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Who knows, he sighs.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis's door slides open. She's been bunked alone since Sue left. She's ordered to report to a shuttle leaving for Command. She pretends to be surprised and to protest about her age. She's ignored. She goes. She's the only one on it, besides the pilot. Well, I'm on my way anyway.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Lucky me, says Sue.
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
Well, at least I'll be company that isn't fucking with you.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He sends a giggle.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
I think they're sending Howlett too, though he's not on this shuttle unless he's flying it - I haven't got a look at the pilot so far.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
It would not surprise me even a little bit if Howlett knew how to fly a shuttle, says Sue.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
Hell, I know how to fly a shuttle. If he keels over from a heart attack I'll be able to get to Command School and dock as long as the destination's in the computer.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
It'd take more than a heart attack to kill Howlett, he points out.
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
Maybe it'd put him out of commission for a minute, fixing the damage, right when we're almost there and I'd get to play collision-stopping hero, suggests Aegis. But it might not even be him, they might be letting him finish up the unit of classes or something first.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue laughs. Guess you'll find out when you dock, unless you go up and look before then.
autokinetic: (playful)
Author: autokinetic
I'm sure I'll encounter him. If nothing else he'll have to come out of the control room to get to the head sometime, there's only one on board.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He giggles.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis calls up the book she's in the middle of from the ship's copy of the standard Battle School-and-its-relatives library, finds her place, and reads.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue doesn't cut the link, but he doesn't say anything more, either.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
What kind of game do they have you playing, anyway? she asks while she pages through the book. She's pretty good at multitasking.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
They've got these training simulators that're pretty gorgeous, and I'm commanding imaginary fleets on 'em, he says cheerfully.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
That sounds fun. They've really pissed you off if you're quitting those, huh?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Yep.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
I wonder what they care so much about not telling you. Are they denying that there's a secret at all, or just saying they won't tell?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
They're kind of doing the 'well if there was a big secret, we wouldn't tell you jack about it' thing.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
Assholes.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Tell me about it.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
Tell you what? You know more than I do. Have you got guesses?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Not really. Whatever it is, Old Guy is in it big. I think he's mad at me for kicking his ass that one time.
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
Then why'd he even start the fight?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Well, that's just it, says Sue. I think it was supposed to be some kind of psychological thing, to keep me off balance or something. I think he was supposed to win. But instead I wiped the floor with him. So now he's pissed off.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
That's idiotic. If he's supposed to win, they should've made sure he was able to.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
I think I was better than they were expecting, he says smugly.
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
You been getting in unconventional forms of practice they can't track or something?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Nope. So I guess they're just not paying attention.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
That's... that's even stupider than I expect from the people we're talking about, here. There has to be some other explanation. Was the guy even particularly good? Was it close? Could they have some reason to think you wouldn't kick his ass when provoked?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Well, he's old? hazards Sue. And he tried to fake me out a couple times, like he was hurt too bad to keep fighting, but man, I know when I've hurt somebody too bad to keep fighting. He was good, I'll give him that. But I think he was expecting me to hold back on him, and I didn't.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
Huh. What's he like? Besides old and irritable and cagey?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Old, says Sue. And irritable. And cagey. Well, not really irritable - he tries to act like he's my 'enemy', but that's fucked, he's obviously here to teach me. That's part of what's weird about all this. Why the fuck are they giving me this nasty old fart as a teacher, and why the fuck is he dressing it up like his job is to make my life hell?
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Dunno. Maybe he'll be less cagey if I meet him? Am I likely to do that, given they'll have to put you and me in a room since they don't know we can link?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Who even knows, sighs Sue.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
Wonder if they'll bunk us again or put me someplace else.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
I hope they bunk us again, except then the nasty old fart would be waking you up at all hours too.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
He wakes you up? In the middle of the space-night? Why, what for?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Your guess is as good as mine. Probably better.
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
What does he try to do, though, is he calling you to - read things, do things, talk to people...?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Anything. Sometimes he just stares at me for a while, or says something about how the enemy ever waits, and then lets me go back to sleep. He hasn't done it since I quit, but it hasn't been that long, so I don't know if it's just not time yet in his nasty old fart schedule.
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
Well, we'll see if I can run interference. Let him read my psych file if he wants it and decide what to do from there, they're less confused about me than they are about you, they have a few years of me reading my own mind and laying it all out in English for them.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
You're the best, he says happily.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
I am!
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
You aaaaaaaare.
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
My orders didn't specify an ETA. I'm gonna ask the pilot. Aegis hops to her feet and knocks on the door to the control room.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
It opens.

"What," says a familiar voice from the pilot's chair.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
"Oh, it's you. Hi, sir. I wanted to know when we expect to arrive at Command School." It's Howlett.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Classified," he says. "And by that I mean, I don't know either. They're feeding the course into the computer piece by piece."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"Well," says Aegis reasonably, "how much food's listed in the ship manifest?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
...He laughs.

"More than we need, I damn well hope."
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"Sure, but we can still tell the difference between a month's supply giving us leeway for a week and a year's supply giving us leeway for eight months."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"We have enough food for two years," he says. "And I know it doesn't take two years to get to Command School."
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"Harrumph."

How long did it take you to make this trip? It's feeding Howlett little bits of course, it's apparently so classified they can't tell him where he's flying all in one go.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
I don't remember, he says. Do you? I told you when I left and when I got here, right?
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
You didn't tell me right when you got there, you'd been there a few days before we talked again and I don't know how many, so I only know it was ballpark of a week.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Well, that's more than Howlett knows, he points out cheerfully.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
Yeah. "Why's the location so secret, or is that as secret as the location itself?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Howlett spreads his hands. "Above my pay grade, kid."
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"Do you know why they're reassigning you?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I could guess."
autokinetic: (playful)
Author: autokinetic
"Oh, please do, we could be here for as long as two years for all they've told either of us and if we don't chat however shall we pass the time?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He laughs.

"Last I heard, we've got a friend in common," he says. "And he goes to Command."
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
"Sue," says Aegis, and otherwise she waits for Howlett to go on.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"So if the two of us got pulled out of the middle of a term at Tactical to go to Command, I bet something's wrong with him," says Howlett. "And knowing that kid, it could be just about anything."
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
"But they didn't tell you?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Nothin'," he confirms.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"That sucks," she opines.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm used to it."
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"Sudden unexplained reassignment? They do that a lot? Maybe I should reconsider the career choices I made at age six."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I was thinking more 'big organizations shoving me around without telling me why', but yeah, same thing," says Howlett.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"You been in a lot of big organizations besides the IF?" she asks, swaying, turning on the spot, swaying again in her usual absent dance.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Plenty," he says. "More than I'd like."
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"Storytime?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Not really," shrugs Howlett.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"Aw."

Aegis twirls her way back to the terminal displaying her book. Presently she loses interest in it and she picks up a project she's been poking at to little effect: trying to decipher the contents of her save file from the fantasy game. She last played it a few years ago, but it's a fond memory, and she'd like to know which bits of code are her birds, which her castle, which the colored clouds that wafted across the sky. If she had root access to the underlying meanings of all the characters in this save file she could cheat at empire-building. So far she's not getting anywhere; it's some arcane programming language and she hasn't been able to learn anything from resources available on the nets.

In the eight days it takes to fly to Command School, which turns out to be inside the asteroid Eros, she puts down the code-deciphering project again, picks up and finishes the one book and six of its successors, and teaches herself to actually dance: there's nowhere to fly here, but she can play at a makeshift imitation of ballet, in the corridor between bunks and control room.

Bird, hey bird, have you been officially told we're coming? Could you meet us at the dock?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Nope, says Sue.
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
Aww.

She disembarks with Howlett in a perfectly uninformed-looking manner.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Guess you're a surprise, he says cheerfully.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
Maybe they'll tell me to hang out in your room and pick a fight, she teases. That works so well.

She's given directions to quarters, which she funnels to Sue. That anywhere near you?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Maybe, he hazards.

Howlett receives entirely separate directions, but is commanded to first escort Aegis to her quarters.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"I didn't get an escort in Tactical, why do I get one here? Do you even know your way around?" she asks Howlett.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Nope," says Howlett.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
She snorts, and weaves her way through the tunnels. She's grown quite a bit, and they're too short to be comfortable for her or Howlett, let alone the tall soldier who gave them their instructions. "Who the hell built this place? The buggers?" she mutters.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Good question," says Howlett.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
Eventually they find their way to Aegis's assigned quarters.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"See you," says Howlett. "Or not."

And with that comforting pronouncement, off he goes.
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
"Bye," says Aegis, and she arranges her login on her desk and waits for her class schedule to appear. Welp, here I am. No sign of you or a nasty old dude.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Yeah, he says. Haven't seen him all week.
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
If I were them, Aegis said, and all I cared about was trying to get you to play the game again and not letting on about whatever secret, and I were a little stupid, I'd try cutting off your desk privileges, telling everyone not to talk to you, and giving you nothing at all to do but go play the game on the simulator.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Well, they cut me off all right, he says. I still get class shit, but nobody says a word to me.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
Are you going to classes? she asks.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Tutors, is his one-word answer. Not in the last week or so, now it just comes through my desk.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
They want you to save the world and their idea is solitary confinement. Smart, smart people, says Aegis derisively.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He sends a concurring snort.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
I'm going to ask somebody official where you might be located if they haven't put me in a room with you on purpose inside a week, and if they won't tell me, I'll see if I can pry it out of the computer system. Are you allowed out of your room at all?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Yeah, but only to go down the hall and pee. The corridor section doesn't let me out.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
There's not even anything else on the section?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
My room, a bathroom, and a bunch of doors that don't open.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
Wow. They couldn't just own up about being shits and put you in the brig, huh?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Guess not.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
When you turn eighteen they have to, legally, allow planetside leave and invite you to re-up, even if you or them determined that the leave at age twelve could go hang - what do they think they're doing? If they want you they shouldn't be antagonizing you when you're two years away from telling them all to fuck themselves and if they don't want you they could ice you now.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Ask them, he suggests. Except don't, 'cause then they'll know we were talking.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
Maybe I can steer the conversation around if they don't let me see you for long enough that it makes sense for me to ask. Of course, maybe they'll cut me off, maybe the faction which doesn't think I'll do any good is in charge here and they just plan to put me in classes and not in contact with you at all.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Maybe they're trying to see if we're talking, he hypothesizes.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
...I hope not.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Me too.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
You probably wanna look up the effects of solitary confinement - it's a more reasonable thing for you to do than me - and fake them? Aegis suggests.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
They might be able to tell, he says. And then if I got them for real I could be extra fucked.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
I don't... think you should wind up with them for real, since I can keep you company. It shouldn't be that much about people being physically there, should it?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Don't know, he says, with a shorthand shrug.
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
It'd make sense for you to look it up either way, you don't necessarily have to fake it just because you read about it, she points out.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
I think... I wouldn't look it up unless you suggested it, or I was going to fake it. So I shouldn't.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
Ooh. Okay. Pause. Even if I couldn't talk to you, I might look up that - well, and a lot of unrelated stuff, like, legal stuff - if I got a suspicious answer after asking for you. So I might do that.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Okay, says Sue.
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
She receives a message with her core class schedule and a list of electives she qualifies for that don't conflict, and she picks two electives and says, Apparently I have class in ten minutes, and this place is a maze, I'm gonna start looking for it now.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Have fun, he says wryly.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
I probably will. And - hey - if I'm literally the only person you can talk to? Don't not-talk-to-me if you need company, I don't want you to actually go nuts, I can be a little scattered in class now and then.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Okay, he says, and pushes you're-such-a-good-friend.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
I try. You're the only bird I have, you know.

She finds her way to class. They're gonna teach me the simulator. Neat.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
I bet you'll love it.
autokinetic: (playful)
Author: autokinetic
A few minutes later, Aegis reports, I do. I really, really do.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Told you so.
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis keeps Sue up-to-date on her various activities to keep him company as best she can. When she's got downtime - there's nowhere to fly here; the docking bay is kept depressurized and the airlock has gravity - she digs deep and forces herself open enough to share hugs and feelings, because she can't help but think that touch-starvation could not be good for her Sue and pure verbal chat might not help.

After a week has gone by, she asks her xenobio teacher (that elective being offered here, too): "Excuse me, I have a friend who goes here but I haven't seen him. Can you tell me where he is? He goes by Sue, but he might be in the system as Thomas Sanderson."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm sorry," the teacher says politely, "I can't offer you that kind of information."
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"At Tactical the system was set up to let us find each other," Aegis says, affecting polite puzzlement. "I'm not going to bother him when he's got other things to do, or anything, but my desk messages aren't going through." (This is true, she sent one and it bounced.)
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"This isn't Tactical," says the teacher.
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"Yes," says Aegis. "I'm aware of that. But I think there is something wrong with the internal desk messaging system, and the automatic repair request apparently didn't reach anyone either, and so I want to find my friend another way. I know he's here. If you can't help me, can you tell me who can?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Flatly: "No."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"Why not?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The xenobio teacher just shakes his head.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis tries all of her teachers, one by one, and gets no farther. She tries hacking the computer system, because then there will be an electronic trail explaining how she found what she found, and has no luck.

They're stonewalling me, my bird.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Figures.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
Yeah.

She looks up laws and his semi-public student record - the first she can get, the second is hiding but not that well and she can crack it but all it tells her is that he is still, technically, enrolled in Command School plus his vital statistics. She relays everything she finds to Sue as she goes. Nothing new on your end, is there? They're not pulling some "so your little friend is looking for you, don't you want to come play the game, maybe you'll run into her"?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Nope. Nasty old fart came by once, but he didn't say shit about you, just asked me if I was done having my tantrum yet. I told him to fuck himself.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
Goddammit. I'm short on ideas, here. Do you know who your tutors were when they were sending tutors? she tries.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
You know I'm shit with names, he says, but he digs up a few faces and passes them along.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
If this shit goes on long enough, I'll start asking literally everyone about you so it won't look weird when I home in on these people, she says. I'll make a fuss. They can't do this to you, they could slap you in the brig if they gave you a direct order to play the sim and you wouldn't play but solitary confinement is not on, it's against the law.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
It's sweet how you expect them to care.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
I don't, at this point. But I expect to learn something from the ways in which they do not care.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Maybe.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis pulls another "backup" of the Battle School psych files to see what they're saying about Sue this week.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
They are arguing.

Sue's champion is getting increasingly profane in support of his point, which is that they should quit fucking him around and at least introduce him to Aegis, even if they don't introduce him to anyone or anything else. His opponents seem to think there is some grave hazard inherent in doing that. Sue's champion seems to think his opponents are idiots.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis funnels all this along, and then checks her own file.

Her champion is roundly informing everyone that they're idiots, too - "There is no surer way to destroy her value as any kind of soldier than to deny her reasonable and politely requested information! Tell her Sanderson's locked up, even if you won't let her see him! Tell her you want her help getting him to cooperate! For the love of God, don't tell her his location is classified, she knows damn well that means something's up!"

Sue gets all this too.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Are they gonna find out you're hacking all this shit? he wonders.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
They haven't for the last few years. Or if they have they haven't let on. It looks like it's just pushing backups, probably easy to miss if they're not monitoring my desk access too closely.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
You're awesome, have I told you that recently?
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
Not in the last few minutes, so no, says Aegis.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Well. He sends a smile. You are.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
I miss you, she says. Having you physically around, I mean. It's been a long time.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
No shit, he snorts.

And after a moment:

Me too.
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
Are you holding up okay?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
...Not really, he admits.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Can you think of anything else for me to do?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Not really. I mean, even if you could break into my room and give me a hug...
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
She digs down for the nearest facsimile she can send, squeezing her eyes shut against tears.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He pushes back gratitude and affection and friendship.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
I'm glad I can let you in, no matter how freaked I was to start.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
I'm glad too, says Sue. I'm glad I'm your bird.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Good.

She checks her desk messages; she's expecting a clarification on her astrophysics homework.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
She has one new message, and it is not about astrophysics.

It invites her to report to someone's office—directions are provided—in half an hour.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
She shares this with Sue. Sounds you-related to me.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
What isn't?
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
My astrophysics homework. Which I'm going to be late with if the teacher doesn't tell me what the heck this unconventional symbol is supposed to mean. But this, this is about you I bet.

She shows up when and where she's directed.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The office is occupied by a grumpy bureaucrat. He doesn't seem to want to speak first.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"Hello, sir," says Aegis obligingly. "I was asked to report here at this time."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I bet you can guess why," he says shortly.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"I guess it has something to do with Sue, sir? No one will tell me where he is, or why they won't tell me."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"And there we have it."

He sighs.

"Your friend 'Sue' is a problem."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"What kind of problem, sir?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"The kind that ignores orders and tries to extort classified information out of his superiors," he says dryly.
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
"If he's disobeyed legal orders, sir, then there's already a standard array of ways to handle that. What do you need me for?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"The one thing all our psych people seem to agree on," he sighs, "is that this kid can't be handled in standard ways."
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"So... you want me to handle him in a nonstandard way, sir?" asks Aegis. She starts broadcasting the conversation to Sue.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I want you," he says plainly, "to do whatever it takes to get him back on the simulator."
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"What are my resources for doing that with, sir? So far I haven't even been allowed to see him."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You can be moved to his corridor, if you think that'll help," he says. "You can have free access to his room."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"...But I don't get the information he wants so I can tell him I know it and it's okay even if he himself can't know it, or whatever files you have on him and this situation, or anything about why it's so important that this particular student plays games instead of getting iced?" Aegis asks.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"The file we have on him at this point amounts to a dozen bureaucrats yelling at each other," he snorts. "I might release it to you just for the entertainment value."
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
"It's not impossible that it could help, sir."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"And I don't know what gave you the idea that I'd reward his bad behaviour by giving you whatever he's prying after," he adds.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"I didn't particularly expect you to, sir, but it could easily be the quickest way to get him to do what you want," Aegis says. "I don't know what the information is or why he wants it, but it sounds like he's willing to have a power struggle about it, and it won't actually make him any more likely to pull this kind of thing in the future if he wins one. It also won't make him less likely to do it if he loses one."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Dryly, "Have you been reading his psych files?"
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
"I've been his friend for years, sir. Students don't have access to the psych files."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"So I've heard," he mutters. "Well, why don't you go ask him what he wants."
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"All right, sir, where can I find him?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He conjures the appropriate directions on his desk and rotates them so she can read them from her side of the table.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis reads them. "And - just confirming, sir - at present my only resource for convincing Sue to do anything he doesn't want to do is my charming company and the vague threat that I might be taken away?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You came up with that vague threat," he says, "not me. You can threaten to take yourself away if you think it'll help. I'm done threatening things."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"Sir, the threat was issued when I arrived on this station and he wasn't there to meet me. Unless you explicitly tell us that we can see each other whenever we want in perpetuity - and Sue believes you - then the threat stands."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I don't see any profit in arguing that point with you," he says. "Go talk to your friend."
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"Yes, sir."

Aegis gets up and follows the directions.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
All necessary doors open at her touch, including the one to Sue's room.

Sue himself is flopped out on his bunk, not moving much.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"Hi, Sue," says Aegis softly.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He mumbles something unintelligible into his pillow.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"I was kinda hoping for a warmer welcome than that," says Aegis, closing the door behind her and swaying.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox


He curls up and starts to cry.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
"Oh - oh Sue," she says, and she sits on the bed and leans over him and hugs.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He burrows into her lap as much as he can without uncurling.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"Sue, Sue, my bird, my bird," soothes Aegis, "it's okay, I'm here, they say I can come whenever I want, you don't have to be all cooped up by yourself..."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He wraps his arms around her and cries some more, quietly but steadily.
autokinetic: (sunlit)
Author: autokinetic
She holds him and waits. Occasionally she murmurs "my bird" again.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox




Eventually - and it takes a while - he calms down enough to emit a word.

Tiredly: "Hi."
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"Hi," she murmurs. bird bird bird what's wrong? I thought you were holding up okay...
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Bad day," he says wryly, resettling himself to put his head in her lap.

Weird dreams, he adds by link, and sends a confused impression of his cuddlepile with Kas and Petaal and Amariah and Ivy.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis pets his hair. ...You dreamed about other mes and yous before, but that one's... huh.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He closes his eyes and relaxes under her hand.

"So where'd you come from, anyway?"
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"I graduated Tactical a couple of weeks ago and they haven't let me see you till now, but now they want me to talk you into going back on the simulator. Somehow. For some reason," says Aegis, dutifully playing for the likely hidden cameras and going on petting his hair. "They moved Howlett too, at the same time, he thought it was probably about you to begin with, I don't suppose you've seen him?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Take a guess," he snorts.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"Oh, my bird," she sighs.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Yeah." He sighs, too. "It's been just me and mysteriously appearing meals for like a month or something."
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
"A month," exclaims Aegis. "What'd you ever do to them? You killed a guy in tactical and they do nothing and now you don't show up to play games and they put you in solitary?"

Not really a month, right, bird?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Maybe not a month," he admits. "Feels like a month, though. At least a few weeks. And they're completely fucked up, but hey, I knew that already."
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"The guy who sent me here said you don't want to play to 'extort information' from the higher-ups," Aegis says, twirling some of his hair around her finger. Giving him the usual haircut would have required more human contact than he's been allowed and he's shaggier than usual.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"They're hiding something," he says. "I don't know what it is, but I'm really fucking tired of it."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"It's apparently really important. I mean, the thing they're hiding isn't necessarily important, they could just be being obnoxious about need-to-know and clearance and stuff, but the getting you on the simulator, if they're pulling illegal not to mention ineffective crap to get you to do it." Pause. "I wonder why. They could just ice you. They iced people in Battle School, in Tactical, I haven't seen it here yet but they must do, they can't just be chasing a sunk cost..."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm some kinda special," Sue agrees. "Pretty sure I'm the only kid in the school with a teacher who wakes him up in the middle of the night to yell at him, too."
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
"You're good, but there's lots of kids who're good," muses Aegis. "Are they in some kind of hurry...?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Maybe the buggers are coming to blast us off the planet," he snorts.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"But why wouldn't they just tell you that? You wouldn't let everyone die."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Maybe they think I would," he suggests.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"Why would they think that?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He shrugs.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
"I asked the guy if he could tell me what the big secret was, and then even if I wasn't allowed to tell you I could tell you if it was a big deal or not, but he didn't tell me shit," sighs Aegis.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"The fuck do you expect?" he shrugs.
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"I expect them to notice when what they're doing isn't working. And if they brought me in as a Sue-expert I expect them to treat me like I might have information on how to deal with Sue. But apparently I'm disappointed today."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Yep," sighs Sue, nestling his head into her lap.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"But at least supposedly we're not under any particular threat of my being taken away," says Aegis. "I could probably even move in, if you want, although I'm not sure how they'd keep you in when I left the corridor to go to classes - I'm pretty sure you are still under house arrest, here - and we might not like whatever they come up with."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Move in anyway," he says. "I miss you."
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay. I'll get my stuff when you've unclung some. No hurry."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You're the best," he says, smiling.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"I am, it is true."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He giggles softly.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"I don't suppose there is any way to get you back on the simulator short of telling you whatever-it-is?" Aegis asks.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Sure," he says. "If you convinced me it'd actually matter to the survival of the human race."
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"If it did," Aegis snorts, "that'd probably be the big secret."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He giggles.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"I mean, it could make a difference. You're good, we're training to be soldiers for a reason. I'm just not sure why they think it makes such a huge difference."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Exactly," he shrugs.
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
"Have they been having you link any subordinates up when you've been playing? Maybe they think that'll be a gigantic edge and they need to figure out how much of one."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Nah," he says. "I keep expecting them to, but they don't."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"Then I'm stumped," says Aegis. "They don't even know if you'll be a big deal."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He shrugs expansively.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
Later, when Sue has unclung, Aegis gives him a final hug and says, "I'll go get my desk and my uniforms and move in. It's nearly bedtime."

She goes.

She comes back, and sets up in the other bunk in his room.

They go to sleep.

When Aegis wakes up, she feels - wrong.

Bricks and clay. The blanket over her weighs a hundred pounds. She ought to be forcing herself to sit under running water, ought to be reaching for the soap - but she's -

"Sue?" she asks tremulously.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Mm? What's wrong?"
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"My exo's gone."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"...What the fuck," he says, rolling out of bed and going over to her. "You okay otherwise?"
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"I think so." She lies very still; only her eyes move.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Quietly: "What do you want me to do?"
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"...I might need you to bring me breakfast. If it doesn't... turn up. I've been wearing it so long, I don't think I remember how to walk without it... But I - have to know where it is, why it's gone -"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You're..." He frowns suddenly. "I can see you. I mean. You're there. You're—" And he nudges her mind, and there is no wall at all.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis gives an abortive little flinch, barely visible past her blanket.

"But - even if I just somehow unmutated overnight - how would anybody know in time to take my exo -"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox




"They didn't," he says. "They couldn't have. They must have done it to you, and taken your exo so nobody could fuck around with it."

All of a sudden he is very, very angry.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
"But they - I'm unusable like this - they can't train me to do anything if I'm fucking bedridden -" she exclaims. "...Oh god, they never wanted me to convince you of anything or else they gave up on that awfully fast, I'm here so they can extort you, that's what I'm for -"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue goes to the door.

It does not, of course, open.

He returns to Aegis's bed.

"Can I pick you up and see if your hand gets us out of the room?" he asks gently.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
She nods. "You probably don't need to outright pick me up - I can probably walk a little -" But her attempts at even getting out from under the blanket are laughable; she moves like an insect trapped in amber that is moments away from hardening through.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue scoops her gently out of bed and carries her to the door.
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
She can move her arms. She's had to be able to do that to wash. She can reach out and clumsily drag a palm across the door panel.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Wanna go exploring?" he asks, stepping out into the corridor.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"Exploring?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm thinking," he says brightly, "that we keep walking until we're out of doors you can open or we find somebody to yell at. Or somebody shows up to give your exo back."
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay," she says, and she leans her head on his shoulder, because holding it up when it won't stay up just from wanting is exhausting and terrible.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue keeps going, down to the end of the corridor, where Aegis can try her hand again.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
A certain nasty old fart opens the door before they get there.

"She's not paralyzed, boy," he says to Sue.

"I might as well be," murmurs Aegis.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You're gonna give her exo back, right?" he says with false cheer.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
"I don't have it," the man says.

"You know who does," hisses Aegis.

"It's not safe for you to have it while there's any of the C24 left in your system suppressing your mutation," replies the man. "But on the plus side, now you can link up with your friend."

Aegis buries her face in Sue's shoulder and sobs.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue hugs her.

"You know," he says to the nasty old fart, "I really want to kick your ass again right now. Have any of you shitstains heard of asking?"
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"You didn't join a social club, you joined a military," says the nasty old fart. "Now. We only need her to link up with you for a short time, you can finish a certain simulator sequence with her and some of her old Battle School friends, and we can give her something to suppress the C24 and she'll be back to normal - with her exoskeleton too - or you can prolong this power struggle."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Whaddya say?" he asks Aegis.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"How am I supposed to work the simulator when I can't fucking move? How'm I supposed to concentrate on anything, even if you set it so it's completely voice-operated?" exclaims Aegis.

"I'm confident you'll work around the distraction issue with the extra processing power you'll get from being in a link," says the nasty old fart.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"If you wanna do it, I'll do it," Sue says to Aegis. "If you don't wanna do it, they can kiss my ass."
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"It doesn't matter if I want to. If I don't I never get my exo back," Aegis says quietly. "I'd never be able to move right again."

She's not Sue, and threats work on her.

The old fart folds his arms and waits.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Tentatively, Sue nudges her mind.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, she says, turning her face into his shoulder again, and this time sharing is easy, there's no hurdle to clear or circumvent, and she sends a rush of feelings - the sack-of-cement awfulness of her traitor limbs and the terror that it's permanent and she'll never, ever fly, the creeping fear that now her brain's exposed to the elements and someone less friendly than Sue might notice and hurt her where she lives, impotent fury at the IF and their clumsy, stupid, secretive misrule and she could do it better, and she is so glad Sue is on her side but she doesn't know what she wants her side to do, she's defiant and terrified all at once.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
If we can get off this rock, he says, and get back to Earth, I guarantee you you can have your exo again. Howlett's a pilot, I bet he'd be in if I tapped him. It'd be risky, but we're fucking geniuses. We could get it done. Or we could knuckle under and do what they want and get it back fast, unless and until they decide to fuck us over again. I'm with you either way.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
How would getting back to earth get my exo back? There isn't another one back home. I have the only complete set.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
My mom would cry buckets over you, is how. Enough money will get just about anything done.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis is not so sure, and sends so.

On the other hand, if they knuckle under now, that'll just set them up for next time, if there's a next time.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, he says to the latter. And I promise you, if it is physically possible to build you another exo, my family can get it done. The one you've got didn't just appear out of thin air one day; people built it.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
If we leave the station now we're fugitives. They don't have to let us go anywhere till we're eighteen. We could get caught, especially if anybody starts doing something obvious like getting exoskeleton specs. It was originally supposed to be military hardware, the IF definitely has people involved in whoever's keeping the plans.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Yeah, and then we let out they gave a minor illegal drugs against her will, he points out. Mutie suppressants are banned by international law.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
It's our word against theirs and - I just don't think we'd win - but - I could tell them that I know how to let you in even when I'm in working order, she sends slowly. That I've been doing it for years and it's safe...
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
You trust them with that?
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
I don't trust them with shit. But if they want something and they'll do whatever they have to to get it and I can tell them that they can get it without hurting me so bad...
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sure, he says decisively. And we can tell them we're not doing shit until you're back in your bones.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis takes a deep breath.

"Whatever your name is," she says to the old guy, "...Sue could already link me. I had to let him in, he couldn't just do it whenever he wanted until you fucking drugged me, but he could do it, and I didn't ever let on because I thought you'd take my exo, but now you've gone and done it anyway, so give it the fuck back and then we'll link and play your fucking game."

The old guy blinks. He was clearly not expecting this.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue smiles.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"...Go back to the office where Swan was sent yesterday," says the old guy. "Tell it to him."

Aegis pushes the directions at Sue, scowling to herself.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue carries her thataway.
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
Here's hoping this works.

In some ways it's nice for communication to be this effortless, but on the whole Aegis wants her wall back, wants it to be her choice, wants this to be a special bird privilege and not something anybody could do.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
They arrive at the office in question. The door opens at their approach. Sue carries Aegis inside.

Your show? he says over the link.
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
"You didn't have to drug me. Sue can link me regardless," Aegis tells the bureaucrat flatly. "And we're not doing shit if you cripple me either which way."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He blinks. Twice.

"Fine," he says. "You can go to the infirmary for the antidote and your assistive tech on my authorization, or go back to your quarters and I'll have them waiting for you."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"I'm glad you are not being difficult about that. Infirmary please," she tells Sue.

If I do ever want to make a case about this, infirmary means witnesses.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The bureaucrat sends a message on his desk and makes a shooing motion.

Sue carries Aegis out of the room.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
The infirmary gives Aegis an injection of something that burnsburnsburns and she winces and hisses and her wall slowly uncrumbles back into place.

And they give her her exo, and she scrambles into it with practiced urgency.

And she vaults off their table and spins and says "Well, I know who I'm going to pretend the enemy ships contain next time I play the sim."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue laughs and hugs her.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
She runs ahead of him back to their room, pausing occasionally for a cartwheel or a turn, and checks her desk for a revised schedule. Sure enough, there is one, with rather tightly blocked simulator runs. Including one in ten minutes.

"You playing?" she asks Sue.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Mm..."

He thinks about it.

"Sure," he decides.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay," she grins, and off they go.

They're put in the same room, with two simulators. The old fart is there. "You will both recognize some voices," he says, and he explains the revised scenario. They have subordinates now, who are two of Sue's old toon leaders, three of Aegis's, and one of the toonlike formation formerly known as Medusa.

"You're in command," he tells Sue. "Swan's your second. But if you check out, Swan's authorized to take command from you - all she has to do is press that button." He points out a button that appears on her console and not his. "I advise not checking out, boy."

"Do you know my guys well enough to link them up?" Aegis asks Sue.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Maybe," he hazards. "Where are they?"
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"The other simulator rooms. You've been to most of them," the old dude says. "Must we take a tour before you can locate them?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Nope," says Sue, and closes his eyes.

He taps Aegis first, then finds his old toon leaders and links them with easy familiarity. Last, he sorts through the minds in the simulator rooms and touches the remaining four, familiar enough to recognize even if he can't find them without looking like he does with Aegis and his old army.
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
They all join up. Aegis greets her old friends happily through the link and laughs at their surprise that she can join such a thing.

Ooh, she adds. Processing boost.

And she moves at the speed of thought.

She instantly turns off all the voice controls except the "unusual parameter" input and holds her hands at the ready over her console.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
It feels more like a ten-person link than an eight, especially since Aegis is in it shallower than everybody else. Sue isn't sure what's up with that. But he'll take it.

Let's kick some ass, he says cheerfully, to a concurring chorus from the other six members of the link.

And the simulated battle begins.
autokinetic: (playful)
Author: autokinetic
They proceed to kick some serious ass.

They lose no ships; one of Qiaochu's is damaged, but Blue Moon sails in to the rescue before it's any worse than that without anyone even having to tell him. They all think so fast and Aegis moves so fast and they don't need to speak or look away from their own parts of the screen wasting valuable fractional seconds of reaction time on saccades. They are on fire.

The simulation ends, and Aegis is grinning at it when the screen says she's supposed to report back to the bureaucrat's office.

"Hey, I'll meet you in a bit," she says to Sue as she drops the effort of the link and falls back into her own head. The world around her seems to speed up as she slows down. "Supposed to go have another meeting."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Sure," he says, hugging her.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis hugs back, then reports to the bureaucrat's office.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"My psychologists are screaming," he says conversationally when Aegis walks in. "And my security people are screaming back, but between the two, I'll take the psychologists. You might want to sit down."
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"I'm not going to fall over if I don't intend to fall over," Aegis points out, "now that I'm in my gear."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You just fought and won a real battle against a bugger fleet," he says evenly. "Feel like falling over now?"
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"...Lightspeed delay," says Aegis. She doesn't fall over, but she does stop swaying.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Not a factor," says the bureaucrat. "We've had faster-than-light communications since shortly after the Second Invasion. These are closely guarded I.F. secrets and I can have you court-martialed if you spread them around, by the way. The only reason you're hearing this is because so many people are so very sure that I need to tell your friend this before he loses a sim battle on purpose, and I think you're best placed to judge when and how."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"A fucking month ago," says Aegis.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"If the I.F. had time machines," he says dryly, "we wouldn't need your friend to win this war."
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"So we're an invasion fleet, get them before they come back and get us, we have FTL communications, the simulators are hooked up to actual ships, fuck, how many men died when Qiaochu's ship got dinged?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I don't have that report yet," he says. "Communications may be instantaneous, but bureaucracy still takes time."
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
"Yes sir." Her hand goes to her forehead and massages her temple. "Fuck. I can tell Sue? Can I tell the subordinates?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He looks slightly pained.

"If you think it might leak during battle and throw them off—if you think they'd perform better knowing it—then yes. But minimize the number of people you tell."
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
"Yes, sir," she says quietly. "- If Sue could also link the admirals commanding those fleets where they are -"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"It's been suggested," he says. "If he has the range, it could be a good idea. Besides, of course, the obvious problem with keeping uninformed students in a mental link with people they aren't supposed to know exist."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"Can we communicate directly with the fleet officers before they appear on the sim?" she asks, her mind racing. "Do they even know who's commanding them? How much risk is there of a ship going rogue and just not responding to our controls in the middle of a battle because its pilot thinks we're being idiots?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"No more risk than there is in any military operation," he says. "Which is damn little. What would you want to say to the fleet officers before they appear on the sim?"
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"It's not zero, sir, this operation in particular has already had a problem with getting orders obeyed. As for what to say - Hey, have any of your ships been slightly damaged by space dust? Are all your FTL communicators working normally? Are any of your crews suffering from morale problems that could make them move slower or contradict orders? Do you know more about the terrain than we do, do you have any bright ideas? Who's been in space for forty years and has a baby on board by now, we can put them in the back!"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He raises his eyebrows.

"The sim shows you any kind of damage you could possibly want to ask about. Except for morale, which is not supposed to be your problem. Graduates of the I.F. don't throw hissy fits because they aren't being told enough classified information for their liking."
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"Graduates of the I.F. apparently invite sixteen-year-old boys who have recently thrown hissy fits to command distant fleets without telling him that those fleets are anything more significant than virtual toys until after he's already fought one."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Unfortunately," he says, "we can't change the schedule of the battles. The fleets arrive when they arrive. Hissy fit included, your friend with you as backup was still our best bet."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay. But - we're not buggers, sir, we can use the brains on those ships if you let us talk to them, we can subdivide more and give them their own missions so we're not spread so thin, Sue can link a lot more than eight people if he can reach that far, and I don't share your opinion of their uniform machinelike adherence to their orders regardless of morale anyway."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Your simulators can also take direct control of their ships," he says. "You only have to worry about them disobeying verbal orders. And I still don't think you need to worry about them disobeying verbal orders."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"Are you actually unconvinced of the usefulness of communicating with them, sir, or are you just not allowed to let me and you're hoping I'll agree with you before you have to tell me flat no so I don't show up to the next battle disgruntled?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm unconvinced of the usefulness of communicating with them and not looking forward to arranging it if you somehow convince me," he says. "The simulator system is very well designed, and it's not designed for the kind of communication you're thinking about."
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
"But when we do issue verbal orders, human beings hear them, it's not a sophisticated natural language processor," she says. "Okay. That's useful."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Yes," he says. "Sure."
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
"I'd like it in writing that I solicited permission to talk to the fleet officers, sir, and that you denied it, in case something comes up that could have been mitigated with such communication channels," Aegis says, suddenly bright.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'd like you to go away," he says dryly.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"Sir," says Aegis cheerfully, "it's an IF bylaw that you must reproduce any orders that are not urgent on a scale of minutes in writing on request."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Kid," he says, "if we do something wrong here, the material consequence will be the buggers killing us all. That's enough to keep me up at night already. I'm not interested in your power plays."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"I'm not making a power play, sir. I've stopped arguing with you entirely about the object level. If you're wrong, but not so wrong for the situation to be irrecoverable, and you get fired, I want whoever replaces you to have a paper trail that shows that I have historically not been an idiot and should be listened to in any future matters that may come up, so that we can not die."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm not going to get fired."
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
"I'm sure you think so, sir. I'd like the refusal in writing anyway, and I am entitled to it anyway."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"And you're not getting it," he says. "Anything else?"
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"Sir, it is now abundantly clear to me that you and others who are in miscellaneous positions as my superior officers are willing to break international and military law in order to get me and Sue to do what you want. Why should I believe that fleets of soldiers who have been en route for however many years of subjective time will not decide to do the same thing, if ordered into a position that's not immediately, visibly valuable by someone whose voice clearly signifies that we're half their age?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Because you are their superior officer," he suggests. "And the entire premise of the IF school system is that being half their age doesn't make you any worse of a commander."
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
"There have got to be hundreds of people in some of these fleets, any of whom could throw an operation off if they so chose, and all of them belong to a species that produced, for example, Sue. I am not convinced, sir, that the laws governing following lawful orders will hold up any better than the laws governing requisition of written copies, if we find that we have to order some fraction of a fleet into a suicide mission, or if one of us makes a mistake and is heard to say something inopportune by the survivors, or if someone has, as I suggested earlier, a baby on board - those little birth control chips are very effective, but statistically stranger things have happened. If I am not a worse commander because I am fifteen years old, sir - if I and Sue, and not you, are the correct choice for commanding our actual invasion fleet - then I want every resource I can think of to requisition, before I need it so it's there if and when I do, and if you get in my way, sir, then I want you to take responsibility for that choice, obey the law, and write it the fuck down just so you're clear on what you are doing. I have not been just some fifteen-year-old student who should be denied things by default since I was sat down in front of instruments that controlled real ships against live, unfriendly fire."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You can't have it in writing because it's not an order," he says tiredly. "I don't need to order you not to establish contact with the fleets outside the simulator, because the only means you have of doing that is your friend Sue, who clearly doesn't give a rat's ass what he's been ordered to do. If I wanted to facilitate that contact through something resembling an official channel, then I'd have to start giving orders. And then you could experience the tedium of ansible communications with a ship in relativistic transit for yourself."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"There is precedent for applying the bylaw to requisition denials, sir."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You are trying to requisition something that is not available to you," he says. "Your buddy has been known to requisition Mazer Rackham's balls on a plate, and I'm not legally obliged to give that denial in writing, either, although I'm sometimes tempted to."
autokinetic: (pissed)
Author: autokinetic
"...Mazer Rackham? The old guy is Mazer fucking Rackham? What'd you do, put him in a ship and speed him up and turn him around just so he could abuse a new generation of students? He shot the right target one time and this makes him worth dilating into the future for his shit teaching skills?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"He does understand the buggers better than anyone else alive."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"And instead of having him write his insights down or teach a formal class on the subject you have him pick physical altercations with would-be commanders and interrupt their sleep because that will somehow help."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"He's very attached to this 'learn from your enemy' plan," he sighs. "But it doesn't seem to be working out as expected."
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"No shit. Can we be rid of him, sir? I'm sorry he's had to do all this time-travel crap only to be worse than useless, but that doesn't make him not worse than useless to us now."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He waves a hand dismissively. "Fine. He does have useful insights about the buggers, though. I suggest you try to pry them out of him."
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"I'd like to assign Ahmed to talk to him about that; I think he'll do a better job than either I or Sue at maximizing useful insights to pointless antagonistic crap, given that Rackham has now positioned himself to personally star in my and Sue's nightmares both."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Fine," he repeats.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
"Permission to go break the news to Sue and discuss possible ways of telling the subordinates and linking up with the fleets, sir?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Go ahead."
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
She goes back to her-and-Sue's room.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"What's up?" says Sue.
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"You might wanna sit down," Aegis says.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"...What's up?" he repeats, not sitting down.
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay, let's start with the smaller revelations and work our way up and see if you wanna sit down. Nasty old fart is Mazer Rackham. They accelerated him and spun him around and brought him back specifically to teach you or whoever wound up with your job about the buggers."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Great fucking job he's doing there," Sue snorts.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
"I know, right? We're shut of him, I'm going to get Ahmed to talk to him about buggers in case he knows anything actually useful. Second revelation: faster-than-light communication exists."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox


Sue blinks.



"Okaaay," he says slowly. "Any more?"
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"Faster than light communication exists and there's devices capable of it connecting our sims and our actual real-life fucking invasion fleet with human beings in it," she says flatly.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue blinks again.

"Damn," he says. "No wonder they were so weird about everything."
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"I know, right? The psychologists screamed at the security people and eventually the psychologists won and the bureaucrat told me so I could tell you in some non-horrible way." She shakes her head. "But this adds a wrinkle. It's not impossible that you can link up the fleet officers on top of us. Then we can do better - we can lose fewer people. We can't even just aim at not losing entire ships. Anything more than cosmetic damage could kill people, or destroy stuff they need to get home after they're through."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"...I don't know if I have the range," says Sue.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"It's worth trying, isn't it? What do you need to be able to find their minds if you can do it at all?" Aegis asks.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He frowns, rubbing his hands together distractedly.

"I don't know," he says. "I can link people I've linked before over... any distance, I think. I can find people I haven't linked before, if they're close by, and link them that way. What I don't know how to do is find people I've never linked light-years away."
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"So basically I get to go have that argument I just had about whether we're allowed two-way communication with the fleets again?" Aegis says.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I could maybe find them through the simulators?" he hazards. "I don't know, I haven't tried."
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"Then they'll be surprised," says Aegis, "if you can do it - what's the adjustment period for new linkups usually like?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Depends on the person," he shrugs. "Not that long. It's not like it takes much time to explain."
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay. Today wasn't too hard. We could've gotten through with no damage if we'd known to take it seriously. Try through the sim, and if you don't get through then we'll ask again about talking to them before battles."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue nods.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
She hugs him. "We killed a mess of buggers," she murmurs.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Yep," he agrees, sounding not particularly impressed about it. But he does hug back.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"You okay, my bird?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Fine." Snuggle. "Hugs are nice. I like hugs."
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
"They are nice," she agrees. "Are you going to hold up okay, do I need to keep one finger hovering over that button now...?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"...No...? I mean, yes I'm gonna hold up fine, no you don't need to be waiting to pounce if I suddenly crack."
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay." Penny for your thoughts, bird.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
My thoughts are I'm confused why you think I might go haywire over this, he sends back.
autokinetic: (tentative)
Author: autokinetic
'Cause we're commanding soldiers lightyears away in an invasion we didn't know existed years before we're supposed to and I'm kinda surprised I'm not going haywire.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox


Sue hugs her.
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
Ah, hugs.

How leaky is the link when people are in it deeper than I go? Will the jeesh find out anyway if we don't tell them?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Nothing leaks unless I send it, but... I might slip up, he says. There's a lot to think about.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
So... the obvious options are, tell them now, let them digest it and see who threatens to snap before we put them back in front of a simulator, or, tell them if and only if you can link up the fleet commanders and it's going to become obvious anyway.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
You know most of these people better than me, he says. Who do you think will snap?
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
I think Blue Moon and Ahmed and Screwdriver are okay, I'm less sure about Qiaochu but I wouldn't put money on snapping unless I got damn good odds - what about yours?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Orion's fine, he says. I don't know about Henrik.
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
I think I know why Rackham was waking you up at night. They must be seriously limited in how they can schedule these battles; it'll be a miracle if we never have to split and do two at once. We're going to have to be up and at 'em on negligible notice whenever they run into the buggers they mean to fight. They needed to see how you'd take that. That's going to be hell on all of us. I think we should unilaterally give them days off so we're not dealing with sleep-deprived as well as overpressured soldiers. ...Can you relay in your sleep?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
...I have no idea.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
You should probably try it tonight, Aegis says, not with me, I'm a bad test, ask Qiaochu or one of yours.

Then she pauses.

Something has occurred to her.

"Why," she says aloud, "are there people on the ships? We can take control of them remotely. Why aren't they unmanned drones set up for remote control for a computer or a larger group of Sol-orbiting remote pilots to handle?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Don't look at me," shrugs Sue. "Maybe they didn't think of it. Maybe they didn't care."
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
"That's - I've been updating a lot in favor of the I.F. is run by amoral idiots lately, but that's just staggering even after all that. Why send people? The expense - the difficulty of keeping it quiet, all those families back home who'd have to be told that their soldier relatives were dead - even if they thought they might not find their genius commander and wanted to be able to turn over the battles to non-geniuses, there's no reason to have those non-geniuses physically with the fleet. They weren't expecting you with your particular mutation to make it potentially invaluable to have brains over there, and even if they'd seen you coming it'd be just as easy for you to link brains over here. The unconventional inputs wouldn't be a tremendous loss, not compared to all those people. So - what do they need the people for -"

She thinks.

"To land," she speculates finally. "Colonies. We're gonna wipe out the buggers and take all their stuff."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Maybe," says Sue.
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"If it's not that, then the I.F. are such amoral idiots that I might puke the next time I see a grownup," says Aegis frankly.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue laughs.

You should take over, he sends cheerfully. I'd back you in a second.
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
If we win this thing they'll probably make us all admirals and give us desk jobs and then I will fuck some shit up.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Aegis is the beeeeeeeeeeeeeest. He sends to that effect.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
But first we have to win. The I.F. might be amoral idiots but they're not the only ones in the line of fire if we don't get the buggers before they get us.

"Can you link up Ahmed? I want to see if he's up for talking to Rackham about buggers for us," says Aegis.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He shrugs, and does that.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Ahmed is up for talking to Rackham (holy shit, Mazer Rackham's alive?). He is appropriately stunned about the reality of their fight, but he's game.

Aegis names others to link up and inform, one at a time.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue runs through them all.

Nobody snaps immediately, anyway.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"I wonder why they only gave us six," Aegis murmurs when they're through. "I wonder why only two are yours. You had more toon leaders than that, they worked with you fine."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Don't look at me," he says again.
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
"Well, you could speculate. Is there something special about those two?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"...They weren't such big shit-disturbers, compared to the rest of my army when I was done with 'em," he offers.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"For mine they picked the smartest Medusa and the toon leader with the most transferable specialties," muses Aegis.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I think," he muses, "out of all the people who weren't shit-disturbers in Phoenix, Orion and Henrik were the smartest."
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
"What d'you mean by 'shit-disturber', here?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I mean... like me," he says. "Like you, kinda. People who won't take shit from a superior officer."
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
"I guess they didn't want to damage unit cohesion but they couldn't get you in without me so I don't count," muses Aegis. "Or they just don't think I'll countermand you - or they think it doesn't matter since they gave me the button anyway."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He shrugs.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
"Not in the mood to play guess-the-intention-behind-this-command-decision today?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Amoral idiots," he reminds her.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"Yes, but not random number generators."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He laughs. "Maybe that's how they picked our staff."
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"Maybe they booted up the old fantasy game and got it to pick," snorts Aegis. "Maybe they were having a good day on the 'moral' axis and polled everybody and these are the volunteers."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I miss that game," he sighs, and hugs her.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"I miss it too," she says, hugging back.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Hug hug hug.

"Bird," he mumbles, smiling.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
Bird bird bird, she replies, smiling back.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He sends her the remembered image of bird-hugs.

Actual hugs are superior.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
They are!
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The battle schedule is relatively light; their next engagement is almost a day later.

As Sue settles himself in front of the simulator, he tries to scrutinize it with his power, looking for minds.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis takes over much of the work of getting their forces divvied up and assessing the field of engagement while Sue works on that.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He pushes himself. With a little work, he can see Earth, lit by the glow of billions of minds. But he needs to go much, much farther than that, to a pattern that looks like the ships glowing in the simulator, to... almost, almost, he's almost got it, just a little farther, if he could just reach...

A sparkle of golden light by the side of his neck, and then there's a housefly zipping into the lights of the simulator, dancing from ship to ship. Sue flips the perspective of his display, rotating through the formation twice, then slides out to an expanded view that shows all of them. He feels like he's there, all of a sudden, like he is literally, physically present among the fleet.

He finds commanders and taps his mind across theirs like a child dragging a stick along a fence.
autokinetic: (playful)
Author: autokinetic
Hell yes.

Processing power for the win.

The buggers never know what hit them.

Blue Moon's flagship has a scratch on it at the end. A literal scratch; he was doing a tight formation and one scraped along another. Nobody dies.

When the simulator goes dark Aegis throws herself across the room to fling her arms around Sue.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue flings his arms around her right back. There's a golden flicker in the air, and his link to the far-off commanders wavers, then steadies. He lets them go one at a time, then the local staff, and finally Aegis.
autokinetic: (playful)
Author: autokinetic
"Beautiful," she exclaims, hugging him tight. "We're golden. Just gotta keep it up."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He laughs and, in the spirit of celebration, kisses her forehead.
autokinetic: (playful)
Author: autokinetic
She takes it as a chastely meant gesture, and grins and lets him go. "Okay, I have to pee, and I have to eat something, and then I have to dance up and down a long corridor about six times because I am manic right now," she says, and she races for the nearest bathroom.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue giggles and hugs himself.

Then he returns to their quarters.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis is back later, hair a complete mess from all the dancing.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He snickers when he sees her.
autokinetic: (c'mon)
Author: autokinetic
"What?" she asks, giggling.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You look," he says gleefully, "like a bird's nest."
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"Pfft," she says, and she grabs her comb and starts fixing her hair and twists it up in a bun.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue giggles and bounces on his bed.
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
They don't have classes anymore, but there are still books to read, and Aegis calls up a book and reads it.

She winds up staying awake a bit later than usual on this day, mostly so she can know right away how Sue's linking-in-his-sleep experiment goes.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He goes to sleep.



A few minutes later, there's a dim golden glow from under his blanket.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
That's weird.

Aegis didn't see this when it happened in the sim room, but she's got fewer distractions now. Maybe he's trying the experiment and this is a visual effect his mutation gets when overclocked or pushed in this way? She goes on watching.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
It lasts for a few seconds, then fades.

He curls up like he's hugging a teddy bear, but whatever his arms are wrapping around, it's all under the blanket.
autokinetic: (Default)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis debates for a while, but after a minute she gets up and pads softly across the room to peel back the blanket and see what's going on.

Her fingers brush fur, and she feels suddenly, bizarrely, like she's birding and Sue is pouring himself through the link at her - but there's no actual transfer, he's not linking normally if that's what's going on.

Under her fingers is a fluffy critter of some kind. Like he literally conjured up a stuffed animal.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Except that this fluffy critter is definitely not stuffed. Its nose twitches; Sue stirs.

He blinks up at her, still cuddling the fluffy thing, and smiles sleepily.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
"Sue?" Aegis says. "Where'd this - fluffy - critter - come from?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Muh?" he says, and the fluffy critter blinks and shakes herself and says excitedly, "Hey! I exist!"
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis pulls her hand back. "You talk," she exclaims in a surprised whisper. "What's going on?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Pet me again," says Ivy, sitting up on her haunches and reaching her paws toward Aegis, "we love you, pet me again!"

"...It's Ivy," says Sue. "I dreamed about her, remember? What the fuck?"

"I'm Ivy!" agrees Ivy. "I'm your daemon! I exist!"
autokinetic: (fold)
Author: autokinetic
"Why is your dreamed daemon sitting on your bed being fluffy?" Aegis asks, halfway stretching her hand towards Ivy before remembering to be bewildered and cautious about the spontaneous mammal.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Because I'm me and we're us and I exist," says Ivy, inarguably. "And I like being fluffy, it's cuddly, look, I'm so soft," and she ducks her head under Sue's hand and he pets her with an expression of helpless, bewildered fondness.
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"But - you weren't there a minute ago, there was this - golden glow, and then you were there, if you exist why didn't you exist a minute ago?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Dunno," she says, unconcerned. "Pet me some more, we like it when you do that, it's better than hugs."
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis flings up her hands and then pets Ivy again.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Ivy becomes a long-haired cat and commences purring industriously. Sue looks like he would be doing much the same if he had the appropriate vocal equipment.
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis sits on the edge of his bed and goes on petting Ivy. "How in the world did this happen? Didn't this happen in a dream? You're a telepath, not a - dream-things-conjurer."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I exist," says Ivy. "I exist just like he dreamed me. And I remember all his dreams but I remember the Milliways ones different. I think it's a real place," she says, rubbing her cheek against Aegis's side.
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay, but if it's a real place that doesn't explain why you appeared now and not right when Sue - went there," Aegis says. "...Sue, can you even talk right now?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Mmmm," says Sue. Ivy giggles.
autokinetic: (explain)
Author: autokinetic
"...Is this something more complicated than 'better than hugs?'" Aegis asks Ivy.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm his soul," says Ivy. "You're petting his soul. He can talk if he wants, but he'd rather just bask."
autokinetic: (edible)
Author: autokinetic
"I'm petting his soul," repeats Aegis. "...That's weird."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"It's not weird, it's nice," says Ivy. "Gimme belly rubs."

She rolls over into Aegis's lap.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis obliges, musing over the extreme bizarreness that is her life right now. Invaded bugger space via FTL communicators with old school friends! Read Russian novel! Gave best friend's soul bellyrubs!

"Okay, so," she says to Ivy, "how are you his soul, what does that mean?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Means I mean things about him," she yawns. "And I'm part of him. And if you touch me it's like his whole mind is full of you."
autokinetic: (rapt)
Author: autokinetic
"Are you going to exist for good? What if someone finds you, what if something happens to you?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I can be really little, look," and she turns into a housefly and buzzes up to Sue's head and hides just behind his ear.

"But if she dies," Sue murmurs, "so do I."
autokinetic: (tomorrow)
Author: autokinetic
"...Well, she'd better not do that, then," Aegis says.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Yep," he agrees, and Ivy zips back to Aegis's lap and becomes a fluffy whatever-it-was again.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"What in the world is this thing you're being? The avatar of the concept of huggableness?" Aegis asks, hugging Ivy.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"It's a viscacha," she says. "I think they're related to rabbits. They're very fluffy."
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"I can tell you're fluffy all right," says Aegis, and she buries her face in Ivy's fluff.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Mmmmmmmmmm," says Ivy, wriggling a little. "We loooooove you."
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"You've said that a couple times now," murmurs Aegis.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"It's true!" she says. "I'm a daemon, we're good at feelings. That's what that feeling is. We love you. You're the best person in the world."
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"Thanks," murmurs Aegis, trailing her fingers through deep-pile fur.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue nods several times, snuggling closer to both of them. Ivy closes her eyes and wriggles again.
autokinetic: (enh)
Author: autokinetic
"You're going to have to hide practically all the time," Aegis murmurs to Ivy. "There's no animals aboard the asteroid, even bugs. There's not even livestock in with the 'ponics except for some fish. The meat is from vats."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Ivy nods her fluffy head.
autokinetic: (photo)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis yawns. "At some point I'm gonna have to stop petting you and go to sleep," she says.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Can I sleep with you?" Ivy asks immediately.
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
"...Sure," says Aegis. "If you want to. I move around in my sleep a lot so you don't want to be anything fragile."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm plenty not-fragile right now," she says. "Fluffluffluff."
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"Okay." Aegis ruffles Sue's hair, and then picks up Ivy and carries her over to her side of the room. She shuts her desk and slips under the covers, hugging Ivy like a stuffed animal just the way Sue first was.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"We love you," Ivy murmurs, snuggling into her arms.
autokinetic: (good)
Author: autokinetic
"G'night," Aegis murmurs back, and she closes her eyes.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Sue and Ivy drift off to sleep.

And at some point during the night, there is a brief golden glow, and Ivy disappears.
autokinetic: (unclear)
Author: autokinetic
Aegis wakes up, and her arms are empty. She sits up and pats the bed - "Ivy?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
No Ivy.

There's Sue, though, sleeping as soundly as ever.
autokinetic: (evaluating)
Author: autokinetic
Perhaps Ivy was a strange dream, perhaps Aegis drifted off to sleep while she was still reading and had a weird dream that included Ivy.

Huh.

She changes uniforms for the day and picks up her Russian novel again.