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matapam
02 May 2018 @ 08:32 am

Still pictures of the surface part of the Transporter mechanism.

A video of Jaejong and AnnaKarina down inside, looking at the mess they’d made of their judge and his guards.

Xen watched them closely. Body language of people used to each other, but no liking. The man arrogant, confident. The woman aped the man’s assurance, but was there a touch of wariness in her movement? In her abruptness?

The delegates were also silent and intent.

The government building. A map. A history timeline. Vids of the tram system, street scenes. The other cities. Friendly city cops in blue, not-friendly cops in black.

“I specifically looked for an army. The cops in black were the closest I found to a government force . . . and they weren’t militarized. Now when Q encountered them, and things escalated, they did bring in some heavy weaponry and six tanks. So I did miss something.

“How much I missed is unknown. I’d love to get a satellite into orbit, as a first move.”

Lon eyed her. “Xen mentioned a population of only fifty million. Does that seem credible to you?”

She flipped back to the map. “Yes. They have ten cities in a wide arc around three sides of the gate, or dimensional apparatus. Lots of smaller towns, stretching outward. Farms, mines, fishing. Fifty million is credible. Unless there are other cities, completely disconnected and unknown to the common people.

“Hence my desire for satellite confirmation.”

There were dozens of questions from the delegates, but Ambassador Ashe put his finger on the most important one. “Why the bloody hell is this tiny world coming here to pick a fight?”

And for that, they had no answer.




Chapter Nineteen

All in all, everyone was unsettled as the meeting broke up.

Rael trailed all the official Disco people out of the assembly room. I’ve been working so closely with these people for five months now . . . but with Xen back . . . well, I guess I'm not really 'in group' anymore. I’d better check in with my boss. Bosses. Whatever. They've had time to skim through the raw data dump I sent..

Xen slowed, looking a bit unfocused. Then he looked over at her. “There are some people here who need to see that vid of Jaejong and AnnaKarina. Let’s grab the conference room. Lon? You’ll probably want to hear this.”

Q moaned. “I don’t!”

Xen caught Rael’s eye and they shared a grin.

Xen and Q’s father was taller than Xen, broader than Xen, trim grey hair and beard, looming down at his daughter.

“Not the way I’d recommend finding your long lost brother.”

“Err, no. I thought, a quick look wouldn’t hurt.” Q squirmed. “And I . . . lost my temper. I lost it.”

“Mind you the results were spectacular.” Xen hugged his mom, got engulfed in hug from his dad. “Sorry that took so long. Nasty magic suppressant they’ve got.”

“So. Gisele called us all in to talk about some old friends and enemies?”

“Right, let’s start with the pictures.” Xen led the way into the big conference room.

Lots of tall people followed him, some she recognized for a trip to Comet Fall, some from pictures . . . She froze in shock. Nicholas One!

The New Prophet of the One True God grinned at her as he sat with the Comet Fall Gods.

Real swallowed and stuck her chip in the room’s display controls.

“That’s a gate mechanism?”

“Mostly underground.” Q put in. “I didn’t go down there, being more interested in finding Xen. The powered rings are laying flat and very large. I think they must have a way to focus the dimensional effect up here and . . . something. I’d really like to see it in operation.”

The old guys nodded.

Then the vid of the pair . . . dead silence, all of them leaning forward staring.

“That really is AK.” Logic sat back frowning. “So they have a ‘mystique of generosity’ but know perfectly well that most of the people they dump are going to die.”

Nicholas drummed his fingers. “That Asian man . . . remember Chairman Chou? He always had a young assistant along.”

Harry nodded. “Or bodyguard or something. But he was never sent away. I remember him giving an opinion once, and Chou took it immediately.”

“And when they were all exiled . . . “Charlie Alpha grinned. “It was the young one who was yelling . . . holy cats! I’d forgotten about that.”

“Yes.” Harry met his gaze. “He was yelling about how he was Jaejong and . . . he said something about just wanting to find his home. I think he was a marooned explorer . . . and that power gene he ‘invented’ was probably just a copy of his own.”

Lady Gisele was tapping a finger on the table gaze unfocused. She sighed and her gaze sharpened. “I don’t like this. If that’s where the powered genes got their start, on Earth . . . it’s turtles all the way down. Where is he from? It that why he’s . . . pecking away at the multiverse? Not building a proper civilization, just using it, again, in an effort to get home? Where is he from?”

Wolf snorted. “And what kind of a fixated idiot is he? We may need to check him for mental modeling when we get our hands on him.” Shrug. “If we do that and don’t just cut them off.”

 
 
matapam
02 May 2018 @ 08:36 am
  Jiol rolled her eyes and held out a ragged lump. “Acorn flour, chopped walnuts and a bird egg. Sort of baked.”

Xen took a crunchy bite. “Excellent. And not just because it isn’t meat.”

Then he sat and charged Killerbite.

Sam flipped between disapproval of the robot dog and horrified disbelief that Xen could charge him magically. “That’s just not right. They never mentioned even the possibility of magically converting heat to electricity!”

Xen grinned, sitting in the sun. “It’s just the micro manipulation of electrons, making them all go in one direction.”

“Thank you Mr. Wolfson. I am at one hundred percent charge.”

Sam glared at Mike. “You programmed it to be polite!”

Mike watched the robodog trot off to sit beside Cali. “I wasn’t interested in a vicious watch dog.”

Xen eyed the girl, looked back at Mike. “How did you manage to explain suddenly acquiring a daughter? Isn’t there documentation? Identification?”

“Oh.” Mike blinked suddenly moist eyes. “We had . . . my wife and I had a baby. She only lived a few hours. But that was long enough for the child ID to be issued. I went to the office to pick it up . . . and when I got back, she was already gone. So I kept it, it was all I had . . . we divorced . . .”

Sam glowered at him. “And that’s why you couldn’t . . . well . . . I shouldn’t have started the project, but you were right.” He got up and stomped off.

“And there was no problem with the ID?” Xen looked back at Mike.

“No. I put it on her wrist, and it tightened down . . . that’s how we ID children.” He tapped the back of his wrist. “Adults get implanted codes, the data is all in the government computers. Kids’ bracelets have a little memory chip, it records medical data and school records.

“Cali was a year younger, but she’s bright. She was doing very well in school . . .” He looked around the wilderness. “Well. At least now I don’t have nosey neighbors wondering why my ex-wife suddenly decided to send Cali to me.”

He got up and walked over to the girl, who hauled him away to show him the tree they ought to build their house under.

Then Xen cut long thin branches and impaled chunks of bear and made them cook their dinners themselves. Which quickly brought out the scientist in the four and they argued about the effects of heat treating muscle tissue.

All eight of them crowded into Xen’s house for the night.
 
 
matapam
02 May 2018 @ 07:58 pm
Right. So they're all home safe.

And I know what they eventually do.

Now what do they do in between?

My husband suggested they pile into a '55 woody and go to the beach. Not. Helpful.