Microstory 2641: Sex in the City

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The bar that Mandica walks into is not what she expected. The drinks are only half the purpose. The other half are the naked ladies dancing on stage. Back in the 21st century and before, this was a whole taboo thing, according to Mandica’s books. She doesn’t know all that much about the laws and conventions, since in a non-fiction sense, she gravitates more towards medieval history. She does know, however, that people once had pretty big hang-ups about sex and sexuality. People who worked in places like this, or went to them, were not respected by much of society. They weren’t even legal everywhere. Back then, consent wasn’t all that mattered, but also dumb things, like religion. Ravensgate isn’t just a playground for superheroes and villains. It recreates that old timey feel of being in a dangerous town full of criminals, and going into seedy bars that are never cleaned, and not very wholesome.

Like everything else in the world, this type of establishment was phased out when more personalized options became available, so Mandica has never been. She glances over at the bar where a blonde in a black tank top is filling glasses with a frown. That’s probably the secret identity of Cardinal Sin. Blue Umbra did eventually recall that she goes by Mildred Schnell here, and Mandica will use that when she talks to her. Which...doesn’t have to be right away. She probably shouldn’t walk right up to her, or it’ll look suspicious. No, it’s better if she sits and watches the show, like every other person in here. It’s mostly guys, but some girls too. Same-sex attraction was also taboo in certain periods but these were often safe havens for those who wanted to be themselves. No one is expressing any problem with Mandica. She doesn’t know if they’re real people, though. As soon as she finds her seat, she locks eyes with the dancer, who is expecting payment for the honor of feigned interest. That’s okay, she came prepared. Blue Umbra and Wave Function, who never provided their own normal names, hooked her up with a bunch of these pieces of paper called cash. It’s all the rage around here.

While she’s enjoying herself, a waitress comes up and informs her that they have a two drink minimum policy, so she has to spend more money on that too. She orders the cheapest thing they have that isn’t only water, but also isn’t alcohol. She doesn’t drink because it’s the 26th century, and no one does that anymore. After Mandica is finished with her fun, she finally stands and goes over to speak with the bartender.

“How’s the club soda?”

“Bubbly,” Mandica replies.

“Kind of the point.” The bartender says as she’s wiping down the bar.

“I’m Mandy. What’s your name?”

“I don’t usually do that. We get a lot of creeps in here, so a girl’s gotta be careful.”

“I’m sure you could just kick his ass if one of them causes you a problem.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I tell you what.” Mandica is listlessly peeling shells off of the peanuts, and not eating the peanuts. “If I can guess your name, you have to answer another question, and you can’t refuse, no matter how serious it is.” She darts her gaze from the latest peanut, up to her face. Yeah, it’s definitely Cardinal Sin. Their costumes do not cover up enough, especially not in the face, and for women, often not in the chestal area either. The bots are probably programmed to ignore it so visitors don’t have to walk around in parkas.

The bartender smiles. “Fine. But you only get one guess.”

Mandica nods, and stares into this woman’s eyes. They’re quite beautiful, as is the rest of her. “I feel like you look like a...Mildred. No, a Jaidia.”

Jaidia’s face falls into a deep frown. “You cheated.”

“We never laid out any rules,” Mandica reasons.

“Lemme guess, Malika sent you.”

“If that’s Blue Umbra’s real name, then yes, but if it’s not, then no.” Their names are quite similar, which Mandica has never encountered before. That’s probably one reason why Malika never told it to her herself.

Jaidia sighs. “What do you want?”

“I don’t care about you, or your other identities. I came to this dome to look for someone I haven’t seen in over a hundred years. She may have changed her name, and I never had her real name, but she used to go by Vanore.”

Jaidia returns to her work. “Sorry, can’t help ya. You wasted your question.”

“Oh, I dunno. I met a new friend.” This place. It’s making her different. It’s changing her personality. She shouldn’t be so surprised. When she was cosplaying as Modred’s lover, she usually spoke in a British accent. This is what she does. She immerses herself in the culture, and takes everything it has to offer, both good and bad. People quip in this world. It appears to be Ravensgate’s official language, and she’s learning to speak it.

Jaidia shrugs. “I wouldn’t say that. I don’t make friends with heroes.”

Mandica lets out a loud chuckle that she didn’t do on purpose. “I am not a hero. I’m just a regular person, like... I don’t read comic books, I can’t give you a good example, but I don’t dress up in a costume and fight people. I’m just Mandy.”

“Oh, really? Well, I suppose I don’t have a personal policy about that. Let’s get you something stronger to drink. Pick your poison.”

“Is it real?” Mandica presses

“You mean are the drinks real alcohol?” Jaidia smiles at Mandica, leans forward over the bar, and pauses, presumably for dramatic effect before finishing, “no.”

“So these are all bots?” Mandica looks around.

“Keep your voice down. Jesus, you’re acting drunk.” She starts mixing something together. “To answer your question, some are bots, which are programmed to approximate intoxication as necessary. But visitors come in here all the time—it’s kind of neutral ground—and they’re given artificial intoxicant, if they want. It simulates intoxication too, using nano-drugs, which means it can be switched off with a chaser. Is that what you want? I was just gonna make you a virgin mead. It’s mostly honey.”

“Why would you think I would like something like mead?”

“Vanore, your friend. It’s another name for Guinevere. I’m thinking you’re into sword and sorcery, just like her.”

“You know an awful lot about it for someone who hasn’t heard of who I’m looking for. You weren’t lying about it before, were you?”

Jaidia finishes the mead, and sets it down in front of Mandica. “Trust me, you don’t wanna find her. However she was when you knew her, she’s not that girl anymore. She’s...she’s worse than Cardinal Sin, and my character is pretty evil.”

“I don’t care. I have to speak with her. I need answers,” Mandica explains.

Jaidia hesitates. “I don’t have her address. I only know that she plays Morgana.”

Microstory 2640: Breaking Character

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After the fight is over, and the good guys have won, men in black emerge to clean up. Mandica gets on the back of Blue Umbra’s motorcycle, and holds on for dear life. They still have these kinds of death machines back on Earth, but she’s never ridden one before, because they are not safe enough. While they’re dashing through a tunnel, she sees both Blue Umbra and Wave Function’s outfits change, as does the coloring on their bikes. Their masks disappear too until they just look like regular people. They continue zipping down the streets until they reach their underground lair. An oldish man is waiting for them at the bottom of the ramp. “Any cleaning to do today?” he asks them.

“Just need a recharge on these.” Wave Function carelessly tosses the apparent servant his sonic weapon cartridges as he’s walking by.

“Rybold is an NPC,” Blue Umbra says to Mandica as Wave Function is plopping down on the recliner, and beginning to play a video game like a typical bro. “He’s been programmed to ignore all mentions of the real world. He thinks he’s our butler, and always does our chores with a smile on his face.”

“A little bit derivative, don’t you think?” That’s the rude, socially awkward Mandica talking again. She doesn’t want to be like that, especially not since she needs something from these people. “Sorry. I don’t spend a lot of time around others anymore. I was a nomad, and my only regular companion was an android, like Rybold.”

“Will the Miss be joining us for dinner?” Rybold asks after he’s placed the cartridges on the charger. “Will she be needing her own room, or sharing one of yours?”

“Undecided,” Blue Umbra answers. She goes over to Wave Function and kicks his legs. “Off the coffee table. We’ve talked about this.”

He blows a raspberry at her.

“He’s not as immature as he’s acting right now,” Blue Umbra explains. “He’s just trying to cool down. It takes him a moment to step out of character, and become more like his real self.” She sits down on the couch, and pats the other side invitingly for Mandica. “So. How long have you been on Castlebourne?”

“About two weeks,” Mandica answers.

“Oh, fresh fish,” Blue Umbra muses.

“I should tell you something else,” Mandica begins nervously. “I wasn’t going to tell anyone, but this is a red dome—”

“I don’t—what is that?” Blue Umbra questions. “Did they institute a color-coding system? I’ve been in-game for fourteen years.”

“Twenty,” Wave Function boasts, hand raised, but still focusing on his game.

“No, that’s just something my friend came up with.” Mandica keeps on hesitating. “I needed that because...I’m human. I mean, I’m a regular human. I’m not enhanced, and I’m not digitized. I die in the Matrix, I die in real life.”

Now Wave Function drops his controller, and looks at her. His character dies and waits for him to trigger respawn. “You shouldn’t be here. Do you know how many times I’ve died? This is my fifth persona. This world has consequences. If someone sees your body die, you have to come back as someone else, if you choose to come back at all.”

“That’s not the point,” Blue Umbra argues. “If she dies, she can’t even come back. She can’t come back anywhere.” She turns back to Mandica. “Why are you here? I didn’t even know people like you could even come to this planet. You would need a ship.”

“I took a ship, yes,” Mandica confirms. “I wanted a real life. I wanted adventure.” She looks around at their lair. “I didn’t want to be having this particular adventure, but as soon as I arrived, I discovered that the choice to travel here wasn’t entirely my own, and I am looking for the person who first piqued my interest about it. I was told that she was here. I don’t know if you ever use real names, but hers is Vanore.”

Blue Umbra and Wave Function exchange a look again. “We’ve never heard of her, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t around here somewhere. It’s a big city.”

Wave Function stands up, and walks towards the other side of the lair.

“Blue Umbra goes on, “we are a duo, and don’t interact much with the others. We don’t dislike each other, but we each walk our own beats, like police officers.”

Wave Function comes back and drops what looks like a photo album on the coffee table in front of Mandica. “These are the heroes.” He drops another album. “These are the villains. We try to stay on separate sides in our personal lives to maintain some level of integrity in the game, so we couldn’t tell you if any villain is a real person.”

Mandica opens both albums at the same time. The first page in each is a collage while the rest are dedicated to each character individually, giving a rundown of their powers and abilities, what’s known of their origin stories, and other basic information.

Blue Umbra points to one of the villains in the collage. “I know her. She’s originally from Proxima Doma. In costume, she is Cardinal Sin, but I can’t remember what her character’s regular name is. Her real name is Jaidia Robbins. I know where she works during the day. She’s tapped in, so she might know who you’re looking for.”

Mandica winces. “Why would anyone pretend to be a bad guy? Don’t they feel bad? I mean, I know most people are NPCs, and any who aren’t will just transfer back to their real bodies, but it just seems so...”

“Pathological?” Blue Umbra guesses. “To each their own. We try not to judge.”

“Have you ever fought her?” Mandica presses, but is that important right now?

“A few times, during team-ups. Her main rival is the Ravensgate Rescuer.” She points to a woman wearing a revealing black outfit in the heroes album. “They’re both at the top of the food chain in this city. They programmed themselves with the best powers. They really wanted to be the stars.”

“They’re new,” Wave Function says like he doesn’t respect them. “They’ve been here for, what has it been, nine or ten years? They only came to this planet because theirs got blowed up.”

“Wait, for real?” Mandica questions. That doesn’t happen in real life. It never has.

“Yeah,” Blue Umbra agrees. “Tragic. Millions died when Proxima Centauri’s sun flipped poles, and sent a massive CME towards Doma. You were probably on your relativistic trip. They escaped through the quantum network.” She looks over at her partner. “And they got to be where they are because they understand the biotech better than anyone. If you wanted a better body, you should have learned how to build one.”

Wave Function scoffs, and dismisses it with a wave of his hand.

“Anyway,” Blue Umbra continues, “Jaidia tends bar on Tenth, at a place called Merry Wonderment.” She consults her watch. “It’s just about to open, so she’s probably there right now. Rybold can drive you there.”

“Certainly, Miss,” Rybold sustains. “We can take the Starburst, if you would like.”

“Thanks. Thanks for everything. It was nice meeting you two,” Mandica says.

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: Year 22,398

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Mateo willingly returns to the stasis pod, but he’s once again brought out after only one second. When Asier opens the hatch, ten thousand more years have passed. No one was reportedly awake at the time, though there’s no way for Mateo to know whether that’s true or not. “Well, we do things a little differently than you,” Asier explains. “Time moves a little slower for us in our pods, and slower still in our joint stasis chamber. It’s still not as slow as time is moving for the rest of the universe, though. This allows us to decide when we want to be part of the group, and when we want to move off alone, while at the same time not being bored by watching the clock tick by as slowly as realtime. And now, you’re part of the group too.”

They have entered the library from before, which appears to be a hangout room for these people. Danica is there, along with Bhulan, and Tamerlane, and that’s it. It’s kind of a letdown, really, Mateo was hoping to see someone here that he didn’t already know was a part of this, so it could be a shock, and maybe explain a few things? Maybe Tristesse Ulinthra is hiding behind the couch? Or how about this, Leona’s birth mother is in the bathroom right now, and about to walk through the door behind them. He’ll just have to wait and see, there’s no inherent reason why everyone in The Constant right now is also awake. He just wishes he could have some kind of ally here to talk to. There are so few people, but there are two clear sides to the party, and he’s on one side alone. He feels out of place, which may be what others have felt when they encounter the team that he’s been on since it was only him and Leona. He’s always had to accept others, rather than be accepted, and truthfully, he doesn’t care for this side of things.

They noticed him at first, but are sort of ignoring him. Asier goes to grab himself a drink from the bar which seems weird for a library, but whatever. Mateo breathes, and works up the nerve to approach the triumvirate. “Matt,” Danica says with a nod.

“Dan,” he volleys awkwardly.

She sighs. “You and I never met.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that. We met, what was it, twenty thousand years ago?”

“No, I know, but I mean, you have history with your Danica. I’m not her. So you’re expecting me to take you in my arms, and tell you everything is going to be okay, but I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.”

Asier side steps over, and offers Mateo a cup of something. “You look like you could use this.”

Mateo continues to stare at his once-cousin while he takes the drink, and takes a sip. It’s just orange juice, no pulp. “I understand the concept of alternate selves.” He jerks his head to the door behind him. “I sleep next to another one of me.”

“Well, you’re not really sleeping—” Tamerlane starts to correct.

Mateo faces him. “No, no, no. You can shut the fuck up.” He turns back to Danica. “I understand that you do not feel as close to me as I do to you, but I would like you to consider something that you seem to have not realized yet.” He points to the crown moulding above them, as if that is specifically what he’s discussing. “This place, the Constant...is a glorified hotel. They even call you The Concierge. Your job is to take in guests, and make them feel relaxed, because people like me have really hard lives. Mine’s not even that bad, comparatively, and I recognize that. Just the same, I expect to be treated with respect. Whether I was technically invited, or not, what you don’t do when someone arrives at your doorstep—who you damn well know is not a threat to you—is throw them in a stasis pod for ten thousand years!”

Bhulan clears her throat, and instinctively shies from the raised voice.

Mateo breathes again. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I can see that it’s a very touchy subject. If you really were my cousin, Future!You would have tried to reach out by now. And funny enough, if you had, I would never have come back here. But I can’t submit a complaint to the customer service department, because you haven’t done that yet. All I can ask is that while I’m here, you try to be patient with me. A parent does not angrily send their child to their room because they ask where babies come from, and the parent isn’t ready to go over that.” He’s starting to get angry himself again, and raising his voice. “Getting pissed at me for trying to get my family home is a bit absurd, if you ask me!” He looks back over at Tamerlane. “And I mean, this guy? I know he hasn’t done the whole afterlife simulation yet, but surely you know how that turns out!”

“I’m not who you think I am either,” Tamerlane says, seemingly a little afraid of being shut down again.

“You mean you’re an alternate?”

“My alt went back in time to create the timeline that had the simulation, and I was born in that timeline. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Mateo nods. “I apologize for snapping at you. I will...try to remember that, and treat you as someone I’ve only just now met. Rule Number Five: treat everyone you meet with respect, as they may unexpectedly return.” He downs the rest of his drink, and decides to walk away. The ball’s in Danica’s court now.

She picks it up. “Can I show you something?”

He turns back around, and closes his eyes gently while he bows slightly.

“Are you sure about this?” Bhulan questions.

“Unless you want to deliberately break The First Decree—which you must admit, would be quite a pathetic attempt at adhering to the Decrees—he’s going to be with us for quite a long time. I would prefer it if he stopped getting so angry at us.”

“We could always keep him in stasis the whole time.”

Danica ignores the suggestion. “It’s just over here.” She walks towards the rotating globe on the other counter.

Mateo plots an intercept course. “It’s quite nice, very detailed.”

Danica laughs, and splits the globe at the equator. The inside is hollow, as one would expect, but it’s not empty. A gyroscope is floating in the center, spinning around, and producing a scifi glow. It’s obviously the Omega Gyroscope, which can apparently manipulate reality to any and all degree.

“Quite nice, indeed,” Mateo emphasizes.

“This is what we’ve been protecting. We protect it so it can protect the timeline. No one is supposed to come here, to this reality. There is no time travel; that’s the First Decree. You being here flies in the face of everything the three of us discussed. There’s a weakness to the Gyroscope’s power, and you’re proof of that. That is why I’m so touchy, because it proves that everything I’m trying to do here will eventually become meaningless.”

“And your father? Is he proof of that too?”

Danica looks at Asier with a frown. “He was...an exception to the First Decree.”