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Friday, October 13, 2023

Microstory 1995: Government Grade

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National Commander Apostle Virtue: Director Reese Parsons. Thank you for coming all the way out to the Palace. Ooo, cool tie. I trust you had a pleasant trip.
Director Reese Parsons: Yes, everything is great, Mr. Commander, sir.
Commander Virtue: Mr. Commander sir. Call me Apostle. We’re all friends here.
Special Investigator Eliot: Thank you for seeing us...Apostle.
Apostle: Hey! That’s Commander Virtue to you, or Mister Commander!
Hisham: I’m terribly sorry, sir—
Apostle: Ah, I’m just fuckin’ with ya. Lighten up, Hisham. You gotta be more like this guy. *rubs Reese’s shoulders aggressively*
Reese: *laughing nervously and uncomfortably* Very good, sir. Apostle, sir.
Apostle: *laughing confidently* I can’t tell you how great it is to have another man in your new position. The last administrator really went hog wild appointing all those women. Don’t get me wrong, I love Director Washington to death, but what’s a Commander gotta do to get a little testosterone in the room, you know what I mean?
Reese: I appreciate the appointment. I’m ready to do what I can to protect this country.
Apostle: I don’t care about that. And I don’t make directorship appointments. *mockingly* That’s too much of a unilateral decision. That’s how my lawyers say it. *scoffs* Hey, you two want a drink? You seem like a bourbon guy. I got the best stuff. And Hisham, maybe one of those colorful drinks with the umbrellas? Wadya say?
Hisham: Whatever you think is best, sir.
Apostle: You’ll take the bourbon too.
Hisham: Yes, sir.
Apostle: What did I say about lightening up? That goes for the both of you. Sit down and relax! Why do you think they put couches in the room?
Reese: Thank you, sir. So, I’ve brought the budget, as well as the transcripts from the interviews that Dr. Klement made with the Ochivari. I’ve had my experts draw up some plans to make sure we can insulate our planet as best we can from the alien threat, should a true invasion happen too, but I’m sure you already have people on that.
Apostle: Oh, all that can wait. Let’s just have a chat. Tell me about this bond you have with the convict. Does that mean you buttered her bread?
Reese: Uh, they prefer to be called freepersons. And I’m not sure what you mean.
Apostle: Did you make the devil dance? Did you put the carrot in the salad; hide your friend, the corporal; introduce her to—
Hisham: He means, did you have sex with her?
Apostle: Never. Interrupt me. This isn’t another lighten up joke; this is real. Never interrupt your commanding officer.
Hisham: Very sorry, sir.
Apostle: That’s all right.
Reese: To answer your question, sir, that’s not what the bond is about. They help each other lead productive lives, and keep from backsliding to their old ways.
Apostle: Sounds bor-ring! Let’s do shots. You wanna do shots? I also got government-grade reefer, if you’re more into that. Let’s live. You wanna live?

Saturday, July 22, 2023

Extremus: Year 49

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Tinaya Leithe is a tertiary school student, on the Captain’s track, which means that she is specializing in ship administration. As she is part of an elite group of preselected potential future captains, she has gained access to a number of sections and systems that the average Extremus passenger does not. As a brilliant technical specialist, she has granted herself access to even more, allowing her to see the truth regarding certain vessel secrets which only the highest of executive crewmembers know. It’s been a long time since she’s exercised such abilities, though, at the request of her aunt and former Captain, Kaiora Leithe. That is about to change. Even after all this time being indoctrinated into crew mentality, she and her classmates have not yet met the new captain. They are today, and she needs information on him.
The closest thing Tinaya has to a best friend, Lataran Keen is with her. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“We are not doing anything,” Tinaya contends. “You’re just watching.”
“That’s called an accessory,” Lataran argues.
“I’m not going to get caught. I know what I’m doing.”
“It’s sure taking you long enough.”
“That’s part of it. If I just pushed my way into the personnel files, they would be able to trace me. If I don’t want them to even know that I accessed these, I have to go the long way around.”
“What do you even want to know about the new captain?”
“I don’t know what we’re gonna find. I’m looking for skeletons, ticks, weird sexual proclivities.”
“That last one is not going to be in his file.”
“It’ll be in his medical file.”
“Naya, are you hoping to get him dismissed from his position?”
“No, not unless there’s something to be found.”
“Which there won’t be. There is nothing you can read in there that no one else knows about. Someone put it in there in the first place, and yet he was still selected as Captain. If you’re looking for dirt, you’re wasting your time.”
Tinaya exhales sharply, and stops what she’s doing for a second. “My aunt selected Trudie Haynes to succeed her as the leader of this ship. The council went against her. I wanna know why.”
“There’s a flaw in your plan.”
“How do you figure?” Tinaya questions.
“If you think that Tamm got the job for...untoward reasons, then you’ll be hacking into the wrong file. If it’s anything at all, it will probably have something to do with what he knows about someone else.”
She stops again. “You’re right.” She waits for a moment, then gets back to work, but shifts gears. “I need to retrieve everyone’s files. That will take me a little longer.”
“The meet-and-greet starts in thirty minutes. You have to be there, or you won’t become captain when the next shift comes up.”
“This stupid event is not a requirement.”
“No, but if you feel the council operates with bias, then they would probably not be above holding your absence from this one stupid thing against you.”
Tinaya stops yet again. “You’re right. You’re too logical for your own good.” She closes out all of the windows, and erases all evidence that she so much as attempted to break into any highly restricted files. “That’s why you’re number seven.”
Lataran shrugs. “Better than eight. Better than eleven.”
“Not as good as number one.”
“You’re not number one.”
Now Tinaya shrugs. “Li and I have been leapfrogging each other since we graduated from pre-cap. I’ll find a way to get ahead of him on the leaderboard.”
Lataran takes a deep breath. “This is good. You should probably shower and change anyway. I definitely need to.”
Tinaya pulls her collar away from her neck, and smells it. “I think it’s fine.”
Lataran stares at her.
But you’re the logic queen.”
“That’s right; the only position higher than Captain around here.”
Tinaya does as she was told when Lataran leaves to do the same for herself. One of the benefits of being seriously considered for the job of Captain is having one’s own cabin, which would usually not be assigned until a regular student begins their licensure at age nineteen. Not only that, but these are some of the nicest cabins on the ship, akin to what some of them will have once it’s time to join the executive crew. There are a total of eleven of them in their class. One or two may wash out in the next two years before college begins, but the likelier outcome is failing out of the college program early on, or not exactly failing out, but being removed from the council’s internal and secret list of serious candidates. It’s impossible to know for sure who is on that list, but it’s pretty easy to know if you’re off of it, based on some dark mark on your record.
It’s also possible to be on the short list without ever going through the program. Captain Soto Tamm, for instance, didn’t know anything about how to captain the ship, and he still made it because the captain’s track is guarantee of nothing. Still, it’s weird, and suspicious that they chose someone with no relevant education, and also against the previous captain’s wishes. That’s why Tinaya wants to find out what’s up with him. Why would they do this? What is so damn special about him? Maybe nothing. The few who have sat in that seat since the Extremus launched 48 years ago have been plagued by scandal and intrigue in a way that no one thought plausible. This journey was supposed to be a smooth and uncontroversial one, but it has turned into a mess. Maybe that’s why.
Lataran returns when it’s time to go to the little dumb party. She tilts her head. “That dress looks familiar.”
Tinaya smooths it out from her stomach, down her thighs as she’s looking at herself again in the mirror. “It was my grandmother’s.”
She frowns kindly. “That’s sweet.”
The two of them head down the corridors. Even with all of their exceptional privileges, they’re still not afforded teleportation rights. They may never, as the rules are pretty strict these days, and have been for a while. Theirs is not the only class scheduled to meet the new captain. Every student on the captain’s track from age fourteen to twenty has been invited, however almost none of them is here yet. In fact, a quick headcount shows maybe one from each of the other classes, yet everyone from Tinaya and Lataran’s year. What the hell is happening? “Hey, where is everyone?” she asks a boy whose name she can’t remember. He’s two years ahead of her. “They’re protesting.”
“Protesting what?”
“The captain,” he says as if it’s obvious.
“I didn’t know that we were doing that.”
“We are not. Besides the second years, everyone here is either at the top of their respective leaderboards, or they’re close, and don’t want to risk losing the chance to rise. Everyone else said screw it.”
“Why were we not informed?” Lataran asks him.
The boy looks at her, then eyes Tinaya. “Because of her. As you know, each class is ranked separately, but that’s only officially. Unofficially, she’s number one, and she always will be, unless she dies, or something. The lesser number ones are here, because we’re the only ones with any semblance of a chance of being picked for fourth shift.”
“It’ll be the fifth shift,” Tinaya reasons.
“Not everyone counts Olindse Belo.”
“I do. Maybe that’s why I’m number one on this unofficial list.”
“You’re number one, because you’re a legacy, and because there are rumors of people on board who know about the future.”
“You shouldn’t believe rumors. Everyone on this track should want it, and should be proving that every day, in every way,” Tinaya argues.
“Hey, man, you’re preaching to the choir. I’m here, ain’t I?”
“So really, they’re protesting her, and our whole class?” Lataran presses.
“Oh, no. It’s definitely about Soto Tamm. We didn’t so much as decide not to tell you all, as we didn’t think you would be interested. We’re not of the right ages.”
Tinaya frowns and regards the pathetic crowd. Captain Tamm has not arrived yet—probably hoping to make a grand entrance—so the few kids are milling about, nibbling on snacks, and sipping on drinks. “You’re not wrong. I have to be here. Honestly, one of us should be the next captain. If we’re protesting because they selected out of pool, all the protestors are doing is increasing the chances that the council will feel compelled to do the same thing again next time.”
“Exactly,” the boy agrees. “So it’s decided. No one here today gives up.”
There he is. It’s Captain Soto Tamm. He walks in with that political smile, immediately starting to shake people’s hands as he passes by them. Unlike someone who is greatly admired, the kids aren’t reaching out for him, though. He’s initiating all of the greetings. Tinaya doesn’t like him mostly because he wasn’t Aunt Kaiora’s pick, but that’s mostly a personal reason. Thinking on it now, she really can’t be against the choice to appoint an out-of-the-box candidate on principle. None of the prior candidates was perfect on paper, and they all got to where they ended up for the unusual decisions they had made. As a dumb kid, she has obviously not been involved in current ship management, but from the outside, he seems like a decent guy, and a fine captain. At least, he hasn’t given them any real reason to distrust him. Perhaps he will as time goes on. This is just his first year.
He continues to greet the kids, and talk with each one of them personally, expertly ignoring how few of them actually chose to show up. He conspicuously ignores Tinaya completely, though. That tells everyone everything they need to know about his thoughts and intentions. She will be the next captain, and he’s going to make sure of it.

Sunday, May 21, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: March 18, 2399

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Mateo shoots up from the pillow and gasps. He would have guessed that it would wake up his wife, but she’s sleeping peacefully next to him. He nudges her, but nothing. He shakes her, and she groans, but still doesn’t open her eyes. “Leona. Leona—Lee-Lee!”
“What?” she finally says, keeping her eyes closed, and crunching her pillow up under her arms and head. “I’m sleeping.”
“What about Angela and Marie?”
“Alyssa promised that she would let them come back without disrupting the reframe engine that’s bringing them here, or the exterior inertial dampeners that will stop them from crashing into the planet.”
“No, I mean the immortality waters that Angela is meant to drink. We still haven’t gotten the remaining sources.”
She opens her eyes, and holds herself up with locked elbows. “We keep forgetting about that. Why do we keep forgetting about that?” That’s a really good question. Either they’re terrible people, or someone is doing this to them. They would like to think it’s the latter, because that problem can be solved, but at the same time, it may be rather difficult to find the culprit. They need to erase all distractions. Is it the building-slash-evacuation spaceship, and if so, is there something odd about the structure itself, or is it just so mysterious that they can’t think about anything else.
“We need to make a plan to procure what we need. First, I need you to remind me which ones she’s already taken. If I recall correctly, she had access to another.”
“Right.” She curls into a more comfortable position. “Lamp on,” she commands their smarthome receiver. “She’s had Catalyst, Longevity, and Time. Which is good, because those are the hardest to get, especially in a world where time and accelerated space travel are all but impossible. She also drank some of the hard-to-make Atacama desert water for Body. Now, the alternate version of Tamerlane Pryce reportedly gave her a bottle of Dead Sea water, so that takes care of Energy, but she’ll need to take Existence and Invulnerability first, so we will need to take trips to the Bermuda Triangle, and the North Pole. At this point, the latter will be easier than the former, because people apparently know that the Triangle is special, and are watching it.”
“The Fountain of Youth is the next one, right?”
“Yeah, the government is monitoring that. I don’t see it being a problem. Both Health and Death come from the Pools of Pamukkale in Türkiye, which is also politically complicated, but if I ask Winona, I think she can swing it. That just leaves Activator.”
“Where do you get that?”
She frowns at him. “The end of the world. It’s the opposite of Catalyst.”
“I don’t know when the world ends, but it’s not in a few weeks.”
“And if we can’t travel through time, it won’t matter when exactly it is anyway.”
“It’s right now,” came a voice from a dark corner.
“Who the hell is there?” Leona questions. “Lights to a hundred percent.”
The lights come on to reveal it to be their friend, and Mateo’s sort-of daughter. “Kivi,” Leona exclaims. “I forgot about you. You can’t exist, can you?”
“I don’t have long. Just know that the world is ending this year. Any water, from anywhere—as long as it’s injected with temporal energy at the right ratio—will work.”

Thursday, April 20, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: February 15, 2399

“Do you not recognize me?” the stranger asks. “We met once...when you killed my superior officer, and drove me from my home.”
“You’re gonna hafta be more specific,” Leona jokes.
“Rorkele Mast.”
“Is that your name, or your boss’?”
“It was his.” The still unnamed man turns back around and gazes out the window. He was a brilliant tactician, a powerful leader...” He faces her once more. “And someone I was proud to call my friend.”
“Still nothin’.”
“You killed him in a coup for the detachments, along with several other people.”
Leona thought back to that event. They were trying to stop a war, and the people in charge of it weren’t listening to her, so she felt she needed to just steal control from them. Nearly all of them decided to select champions to fight in their stead, and—believing that it would dissuade her from going through with it—chose Leona’s friends. The only person she killed was Mateo, which was fine, because all they had to do was upload his consciousness to Ramses’ lab on their ship, the Suadona. That’s what they did for Angela, Marie, and Olimpia as well. They were all killed by, “Rorkele Mast. He was the original leader of the Dominion Defense Detachment, right. I remember.”
“Yes!” He’s relieved that she finally remembers.
“I didn’t kill him, my husband did, and then I killed my husband.”
“Yes, we were surprised by that, to say the least. Of course, now the survivors know about cloning, consciousness transference, and all that stuff, but it was a harrowing time in our lives. And anyway, we still blame you for this, because you are the one who issued the challenge. Your husband was as much of a victim as my boss.”
“This is what this has all been about?” Leona questions. “You’re here for revenge? You’re just an action movie sequel villain? Oh my God, wake me up when cliché day is over already! He chose to fight. He could have chosen his own champion. He could have chosen you, in fact.”
“Rorkele never asked anyone to do anything he wasn’t willing to do himself.”
“You’re preachin’ to the choir, buckaroo billy. If you’ll recall, I fought for myself as well. I don’t understand why you’re all butthurt about this. If you thought your boss was going to win without question, what did you think the point of any of it was?”
“You still have to follow through,” he reasons.
“It doesn’t matter. He lost.”
“You cheated!”
“How the hell did I cheat?” Leona questions.”
“You uploaded all of your friends to new bodies!”
“So the hell what! Rorkele still died, and nothing would have changed that!”
“Yes, it would. If you hadn’t been capable of switching to new bodies, you wouldn’t have even considered challenging the detachments!”
Leona goes quiet. She’s right, but so is he. This man’s mentor may be alive today if Team Matic had not been able to subvert death in the way that they did. They would not have even considered the challenge as an option. She breathes deeply, and decides to take a page from her late husband’s book. “This is true. I’m genuinely sorry for your loss. I was trying to end a war, and I wasn’t thinking about the collateral damage.”
“That sounded sincere.” He shakes his head. “You continue to surprise me.”
“Friends?” She extends her arm. “Most of my enemies are my friends now.”
He takes her hand, but doesn’t shake. “Not on your life,” he mutters in disgust.
Leona pulls away when something stings her palm, leaving a tiny bloody mark.
He smirks and waves at her, but only to display the pinprick that’s coming out of his ring. “I didn’t want to take any chances. You’re dead, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. He takes a deep breath, and collapses into his chair. “It’s finally over. You have no idea how hard I worked to get to you. I found out that the time machine in my reality was a bastardized, partially working replica of an incredibly ancient version that was once on what you would call Earth. It was reportedly still there, so I scoured the land, and finally found the Constant. It was there that I met an intelligence aptly named Constance. We hatched a plan that would see her getting whatever it she wants from this world, and me getting my revenge on you. It was tough. There were so many moving parts. But she figured it out, and while it was not without its obstacles and complications, I’m happy to say I’ve finally done it. Did she get what she wanted too?”
“How long do I have?” Leona asks, ignoring his question.
He’s still reveling in his victory. “What? Oh, uh...a day, maybe two.”
“I’m going to survive this.”
He leans forward to place his arms on his desk, and rest his chin upon his knuckles. “Oh, because of the extraction mirror? Yeah, no, that was part of the plan too. You didn’t think I knew about the other Leonas, did you? Nah, we knew you would eventually find yourself in that body, so that’s where we have forced you to stay. The extraction mirror is gone, the loop is over. When you die, your body will jump back to that reality, where you’ll be declared dead on impact. There is no getting out of this.”
“I always get out of it,” Leona argues. “I beat Rorkele, I’ll beat you too.”
He’s still smiling. “In the meantime, why don’t you save your energy?” He presses a button on his phone three times. “My man will take you too your deathbed. Don’t worry, I’m not a savage. It will be a comfortable place to end your life.”
Leona follows the guard who comes into the room to her new quarters. A feast has been prepared for her on a cart. They put everything here, including breakfast, lunch, and dinner foods. They probably just didn’t know what she would like, so they threw it all in so no one would have to come to her door later. She eats a little of almost everything, then goes to sleep.
When she wakes up the next morning, the door is open. It’s not just unlocked, but ajar. Either someone is helping her, or the boss man just doesn’t care. She is sorry for what happened in the Fifth Division, but this guy murdered her immediately after she apologized, so she holds no sympathy for him. She starts to wander around. The last time she was here, she was mostly in the Nexus chamber, so she doesn’t know where she’s going, but who cares? The guards apparently do. Word got around that she doesn’t like to be touched, though, so they escort her back to the top office at gunpoint only.
“How did you get out of your room?” he asks when she arrives.
“I have my ways,” she answers vaguely. “Hello,” she says to a man sitting in one of the guest seats, but her face drops when she sees who it is.
“Yes, I believe you know Summit Ebora,” the boss says gleefully. “You abandoned him at the time machine, and he vowed to assist me in my quest.
Summit had a slight look of embarrassment when they locked eyes, but he replaces it now with an evil grin. “You should have figured out how to take me with you.”
The boss comes around the desk, and places an affectionate hand on Summit’s shoulder. “He’s the one who first gave me information about you. He sparked my curiosity about your whole team.”
Summit places his own hand upon the boss’. “I barely did anything.”
“Oh, don’t be so modest.” The boss goes over to the bar. “Would you like a drink?” she asks Leona. “I have the best bourbon in five realities.”
Summit follows him over to the bar to help make the drinks. He playfully tosses the chain that’s around his neck over the boss’ neck too. Leona assumes that he’s symbolizing their bond.
The boss giggles. “What are you doing?”
That’s when Summit twists around, and holds their backs together. He leans forward, holding the chain away from his own neck, and preventing the boss from doing the same. The victim gasps for air, but he’s running out quickly. Summit continues to lean forward, picking his once-lover up off the ground. His strength increases at the same rate that the boss weakens. In one final motion, Summit drops to his knees, and ends it once and for all.
Leona helps gently turn the both of them to their sides so Summit can remove the chain from his neck. “Why did you do that?” she asks him.
“The war ended, Leona. What you did for my reality worked, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.” He scowls at the dead body. “He was weak and selfish. All he could see was what you did to his mentor. He couldn’t let it go, and I couldn’t stop him. My only option was to stay by his side, and keep him away from you as much as possible. I hoped that it would never come to this.”
“Do you know what he poisoned me with? Is there an antidote?”
He laughs. “I’m not sure if there is an antidote to saline. Maybe...river water?”
She’s confused.
“I’m the one who provided the poison. Trust me, you’re fine. I tested your blood last night, just in case he suspected me of being a mole, and you’re clean.”
“Great. Well, that solves that problem, but do you have a way out of here?”
“I have a way to take back the base, but I’m gonna need your help.”
“Help with what specifically?”
“I need you to bring my mother here,” Summit requests.
“Your mother? Ya know what? Doesn’t matter, if that’s what you need, you got it.”
He leads her into a secret passageway, all the way back down to the bottom of the facility, and into the Nexus chamber. They sneak up to the control room, but no one else is here, so it’s okay. “After a fraction of the DDD army came through, Coronel Zacarias managed to lock the computer. Only one person has the code, and it’s not him. I’m the only one who realized that it must be you. I need you to unlock the system itself, and then I need you to open travel from all addresses, starting with this one.”
Leona accepts the slip of paper that he hands her. “Wait, I recognize this term sequence. This goes to Flindekeldan in the Parallel.”
He nods. “You’ve heard of the Sixth Key, right?” Summit asks rhetorically.
“Yeah...?” she answers anyway.
“I’m the Second Key. My mother is the First.”

Saturday, February 4, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: Year 22,398

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.”

Sunday, October 16, 2022

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: August 13, 2398

Mateo, Marie, and Alyssa are sitting on one side of the table, trying not to look up at the overly bright bulb above. The others have yet to arrive. Alyssa is noticeably nervous, bouncing her knee, and cracking her knuckles. They know that she’s under a lot of stress, so they don’t want to say anything, but this isn’t the kind of behavior that she should be displaying when that door opens. “It’s okay,” he assures her.
“What?” She didn’t even notice what she was doing.
“Are you gonna be able to handle this?” Marie asks her.
“Yes, I’m fine, it’s fine. It’s just...this is the government, but kind of not?”
“That’s the best way to describe it,” Marie says. “They’re sanctioned, but...not everyone who expects to know what they’re doing actually knows what they’re doing. It’s a special kind of covert.”
“And you’re one of them, but no one can know.”
“Yes, you can’t tell anyone,” Marie confirms.
“I can do that. I can keep secrets. I basically raised Trina, and the boys, though less so. You learn how to lie when you have kids.”
Mateo places a hand on her shoulder. “She has to see what you can do, that’s the only reason you’re here. We wouldn’t involve you with this side of things if we had a choice. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know anything about these people.”
Winona comes in, followed by two men, one of which appears submissive, and maybe about as nervous as Alyssa. “Sorry we’re late.”
“It’s my fault,” the nervous one says.
“We’re fine,” Marie promises.
“Yes, it’s all right, Tate. You’re not losing my job.” She faces the members of Team Matic that are present. Mateo starts to think about this. They only ever called it that because most of the members used that name, but now they have multiple Waltons, and multiple McIvers. So it just sounds self-serving.
“Snap out of it,” Marie orders him, reaching across Alyssa’s face to literally snap her fingers in front of his.
Winona laughs. “He does do that, doesn’t he?”
“He’s waiting for the narrator to finish talking,” Marie explains cryptically.
Winona doesn’t know what that means. She was never briefed on the whole Superintendent thing. “As I was going to say, this is my assistant, Tate. He’s afraid of his own shadow, so you can speak freely around him, and he won’t tell anyone.”
Mateo leans forward. “If he really is so afraid, then don’t forget to be nice.”
“I am,” Winona says. “He’s not just loyal to me, I’m loyal to him. The way I see it, that’s what separates us from the bad guys. Speaking of which...” She turns to look at the other man. “...this is Timofey Putin.”
Mateo is surprised by this name. He tries to exchange a look with Marie, but she’s not fazed at all. He’s the only one balking at it.
“What is it?” Winona asks, concerned.
“We really can speak freely here?” he asks.
“Yes, Timofey knows. Marie okayed him a month ago, even before all of this.”
“Vladimir Putin is the name of a historical President of Russia where I come from. He’s...well, he’s a bad guy.”
“Interesting,” Winona begins. “I said, speaking of bad guys, because that’s what he used to be. He was a spy, but he’s recently defected. We believe, however, that his people do not yet know, which is why he could be a great asset to you on your mission. I mean, I don’t know why you’re on the mission, or what this has to do with everything that you are, but that’s why we’re here today, right? Anyone want tea?”
“We’re fine,” Marie says. “Please, sit.”
They sit down. Tate pours himself a glass of water, spilling it from the pitcher, from the glass, and out of his mouth, right down his shirt; all three, a turkey. Alyssa can’t help but giggle. For a moment, no one speaks.
“Does this have to do with that fancy hat you’re wearing?” Winona asks, looking at Mateo.
“You don’t know what that is?” Marie asks her.
“I believe it’s called a fumbler?”
Marie laughs. “Alyssa, are you ready to remove it from Mateo’s head, and place it upon yours?”
Alyssa first looks at Marie, then turns her head to look at Mateo, and then turns back. “Any requests?”
“Her,” Marie answers, nodding towards Winona.
“Is this going to hurt?” Winona asks.
“Not if you hold still, and give Tate a raise.”
Winona cracks a smile. “Fine. Three percent.”
Tate is more scared than anyone.
Alyssa takes a deep breath before taking the hat. She immediately transforms into a mirror image of Winona, complete with the same clothing she’s wearing right now. She adjusts her position to match too, which is a trick they didn’t know she had until yesterday.
“You can move again,” Marie says as Winona is doing everything she can to hold back a gasp.
She adjusts herself, and Alyssa continues to match in realtime, like a true mirror. It’s just something that she can feel. When she creates an illusion of someone who is still alive and kicking, she also creates some kind of connection to them. Ramses figures that she could match Winona’s movements from the other side of the planet if she wanted to. It’s not necessarily just an image. It’s...her. This is important, because they need to convince people that she’s someone else, both in how they look superficially, and how they move around. Everyone has their own gait, their own way of itching the back of their head, or pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose. Even holding up the wrong specific fingers to gesture a quantity could give her away. She has to look and act like her target at all times, or people might get suspicious, even if they could never guess that it has something to do with a time power illusion.
“I do not understand how that works,” Winona laments. “I thought all powers had to do with time in some way.”
“Time and space,” Marie clarifies. “You’re in that space over there, so she is superimposing everything in that space over what is in her space. It’s all about the movement of light.”
“Fascinating,” Timofey finally speaks, and does it in his thick Russian accent. “I have heard the stories, but to actually see it... Is there more you could show us?”

Tuesday, September 13, 2022

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: July 11, 2398

It wasn’t easy, but they were able to get The Olimpia moving. They weren’t traveling at normal cruising speed, but they were making decent time. Three days later, they can finally see land again. It’s exactly where Ramses said it would be. They have to get pretty close to see any sign of civilization, but it is there, just without any skyscrapers or roads. The people who live in Vertegen reportedly like the quiet life, far from the hustle and bustle of everywhere else, but they’re not completely cut off. There’s a radio tower. The team hasn’t been able to learn too much about them, only as much as the blurb on the map can tell them. Ramses is missing some key parts that were lost to the deep in the crash, and the communications system was damaged the most. It’s unclear who they would call, though, considering that their friends are all locked away in a penal colony, and Amir Hussain is hiding from the U.S. government. They would rather meet someone who can help get the Olimpia back in the air, but it’s not going to happen. That’s okay. They weren’t holding out hope for a mechanic who can work on a vehicle that quadruples as a car, boat, submarine, and airplane. They just need to contact someone who may be able to help, and as remote as this settlement is, they have that. But who can they trust?
The people of Vertegen are trying to speak to them in a language that they don’t recognize, let alone understand. They seem to be able to tell that the four of them are speaking English, but none of them understands that. Ever the counselor, Angela takes over the responsibility of fostering communication. She points to themselves—particularly their lips—and says, “English.” Then points to the local, and raises her eyebrows to suggest a question.
The local points to himself, and the crowd behind him, and says, “Rakripa.”
She nods. “Rakripa.” Now they’re getting somewhere.
They learn a few more things as their ambassador is showing them around. He picks up a cup, and says “pani.”
At first they think he’s just trying to teach them a few words, but then he keeps trying to give it to her, so she accepts, and drinks.
“What is it?” Mateo asks.
“It’s just water,” she answers. “It’s nice and cold, though.”
The man smiles, and hands her another cup. “Panijiben.”
“Panijiben,” Angela echoes. She accepts the drink as well.
He gives her one more cup or just plain water, which they all think is a little strange, but who are they to judge these people’s rituals?
He says, “momma” and hands Ramses a small lantern. It’s then that they realize these aren’t lessons, but gifts. This becomes clearer when he presents Mateo with a beautiful knife, and calls it a “kjuro” but much less clear when he smiles at Amir, opens his arms wide, and says, “keri.”
“Keri?” Angela tries to decipher the code.
“Keri, keri,” the man repeats enthusiastically, gesturing to Amir. He points at one of the tents, and says it again. He indicates the whole settlement one more time. “Keri.”
“Home,” Amir realizes. “He wants me to stay.” He turns to face the group. “I think I’m meant to be here.”

Thursday, July 7, 2022

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: May 4, 2398

“Hey, Ada...um, Abdoor—uh...”
“You’re close, sir. It’s Abdulrashid.”
“I knew that.”
“You can just call me Ramses.”
“No, I need to learn.”
“Okay.”
His boss doesn’t say anything more.
“Is that all you wanted to do; learn my name?”
“Oh, no. Umm. Look, here’s the thing. I know you’ve already been working for us for a bunch of years, or whatever, but corporate has this new policy where everybody who starts at a new location—be it their first day with us, or a transfer—has to be run through another background check.”
“Okay...”
“Most of it is easy, I literally just copied and pasted your living, work, and education histories from your transfer papers. But there’s one thing you’re gonna hafta do yourself.”
Ramses thinks about it for a moment. “The drug test.”
Oswald nods, and echoes, “the drug test.”
“That’s fine.” Ramses may no longer have his superpowers anymore, but he knows how to eat and live healthily, so his system is likely cleaner than anyone else’s in this joint. It definitely doesn’t have any drugs in it. “I can pee in a cup.”
Oswald contorts his face. “Pee in a cup? Why the hell would you do that? I’m talking about a blood test to make sure you don’t have any illegal substances in your body. I’m not sure what pee and cups have to do with anything.”
Oh, this world is different.
Oswald takes another sip from his fountain drink, but no longer has the taste for it after Ramses’ remark. “Ugh. Pee in a cup,” he says again, muttering under his breath. “You’re one crazy dude, Abdul-Jabbar.” There is no way, in a reality where people give blood samples instead of urine samples for drug screenings, that Kareem Abdul-Jabbar also exists. The point of divergence was far too long ago.
Stockboy sneaks up to Rames by the side. “Have you even ever had a drug screening before?” he asks, sipping at his own drink, unfazed by the conversation that he obviously heard.
No, he’s never taken one before. In his time, using recreational drugs was rare, so people just assumed you weren’t on them. If you were, and it didn’t negatively impact your productivity, then probably no one would notice. But if they did catch you...
“You’re taking too long to answer,” Stockboy muses.
That’s right, he spends too much time in his head. It’s a habit he picked up from Mateo. “Of course I’ve had one. I spent some time in Croatia. The complex where I wanted to live had a strict drug policy, which required multiple forms of testing. You can test for drugs in urine, we just don’t normally do it.”
“Weird. And gross.”
Ramses sighs, and looks over at him. “Get back to that smart speaker that’s stuck on a triple echo.”
“Sir, yes sir!” he mocks with an equally disrespectful salute.
Now that the coast is clear, Leona feels comfortable approaching Ramses to discuss something sensitive. “You remember that our background information is fake, right?”
“Right,” Ramses agrees.
“So when they run a real check on you, that’s what they’ll find...nothing. The forger didn’t fake a background check, she faked the results.”
“Oh, shit. We’re exactly the kind of people those things are meant to look out for.”
“Not exactly,” Leona corrects.
“Wait, you just had your own check, when you first started here. How did you handle it?”
“I had to go pay the forger again. She was not happy. She said she never wanted to see our faces once we left the first time.”
“I have to work late today, and fill in for Bruno tomorrow.” He looks at her with his deep set Persian puppy dog eyes.
“You want me to go back a third time?”
“Pleeeeeeeaaaase? I just don’t know how much time we need.”
“I guess I don’t really wanna go to work, so...all right.” She takes off her apron. “But you’re finishing my shift here.” She hangs it on his neck.
“Great,” Ramses decides. “I’ll call it cross-training. Thank you so much for this.”
“Sure, Rambo.”

Leona calls Mateo to pick her up, and drop her off at the forger’s secret hideout. He asks to go in with her, but she won’t allow it. The forger will be even unhappier than she was the last time, and they don’t need to compound that problem with extra people. Leona is confident that she can handle it on her own, and it’s true that she doesn’t feel like going back to the lab anyway.
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad,” the forger asks.
“You were mad last time.”
“You silly Egyptian water lily, I was kidding!”
“What’s with you?” Leona questions. “You don’t smile.”
“You don’t know me that well.”
“It’s exceedingly obvious that you don’t smile. You don’t give off the right vibe.”
“Oh, it’s—relax, we’re all friends here.”
“I feel like you’re about to tell me that...” Leona trails off. She takes a receipt out of her purse, and scribbles down a note that reads, Is this place bugged?
“No, we’re not bugged. I’m not trying to trick you, I’m just being friendly.”
“To what end?”
“To...” Her demeanor drops with each following word as she struggles to maintain the charade. “I don’t know what a normal person would say in this scenario.”
“They would tell the truth,” Leona explains.
The forger scoffs. “No, they wouldn’t.”
“Do you need something from me?”
“Do you need something from me?” she returns annoyingly.
“Yes, I need an emergency background check interception.”
“Easy.”
“And in return, you want,” Leona prompts.
“Oh, I don’t want anything,” the forger begins. “However, maybe in the future there could be something that you could get me?”
Leona narrows her eyes. “Something, like what?”
“Well, you work at that lab.”
“You got me in there. You could send anyone you wanted.”
“Honest hour? I didn’t think your fake university transfer would work.” She grimaces. “I’m glad to know it did, though.”
Leona ponders the offer. It would be dangerous, but that’s not the problem. The problem is she doesn’t know what it is yet. So here’s hoping that it’s worth it. “Fine.”

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 11, 2398

Anxious, and needing to feel useful, Mateo took time in the morning alone, coming up with plans. He reorganized his list of all the places he had visited at some point, in some timeline, into a list by proximity to the team’s current location. Some of the more distant places would be more difficult, but surely doable. Then again, he didn’t know that much about this reality, so maybe they would turn out to be impossible. Now that it’s complete, he’s presenting it to Leona.
“Well, Antarctica is going to have to wait.”
“Why?” Mateo asks.
She stares at him in that face she displays when she wants him to figure it out on his own.
“Because it’s cold.”
“Because it’s cold,” she confirms. “You really can’t go until the summer, which for the southern hemisphere...”
“Is winter for us.”
“That’s right. That being said, maybe there are different rules here. It doesn’t turn into the moon, it’s just more treacherous. As for Easter Island, I dunno. For these people, it may just be another random island in the middle of the ocean, or a nature preserve. These are all special temporal locations for us, but who knows what things are like here? Think about what your life was like before you became a time traveler. These were mounds of dirt, and grass, and flora. There were animals, and roads, and precipitation, and bodies of water. It really feels like this is the manifestation of that original assumption about the world. Nobody here knows that time travel exists, partially because...it doesn’t.”
“Somebody knows something,” Mateo reasons. “Obviously what we need to do first is go to Lebanon.”
“I think you should go back to the parking lot.” Heath has entered the room, holding a tray of assorted breakfast beverages. “At first, it seemed random that Marie should show up there, but your arrival at the same place changes the math. Maybe it’s special. Maybe it is for your reality too, but you never knew it.”
“Maybe,” Leona concedes. “It’s certainly closer than the Center of the U.S.”
“The center of the U.S. isn’t in Lebanon,” Heath declares as if it should be obvious.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s Gothenburg.”
“Is that a band, errr...?” Mateo jokes.
“It’s a small town in Nebraska,” Heath tells them.
“Lee-Lee, how is this possible?” Mateo questions.
She thinks about it for a moment, then faces Heath. “Could you show me a map of the United States?”
“Yeah, here.” He takes a phablet out of the pocket of his cargo shorts, and pulls up a map service neither of them are familiar with.
“Whoa,” Mateo notes, staring at it. “What the hell am I looking at here?”
“It’s just a south-up map,” Leona explains.
“But why? It’s freaking me out.”
“Why would north have to be up?”
“Because most of the world is in the northern hemisphere,” Mateo reasons, thinking he’s so clever.
“Eh, whatever. Besides, that’s not even the point here. Look at that. Most of Texas belongs to Mexico. Some of Canada is in the United States. Geography is a human construct, not an inherent one. These incongruent borders are more than enough to change the location of the center of an arbitrary geographic mass.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Mateo says. “My cousin lives in The Constant, which is underneath Lebanon. They didn’t move it two centuries ago, or whenever the borders were created. It’s been there for billions of years. That’s still where we need to go.”
“I would check both places,” Heath suggests. “Might as well. You’re gonna be here for a while. Money’s not an issue, if that’s what you’re worried about. We can support everyone here, in whatever venture you need.”
“Thanks,” Leona says. “I do have one question, but I’ll probably have more.”
“Shoot,” Heath allows.
“Ya know what, I have two questions actually,” she amends.
Heath nods
“What is this drink?”
“Hagadesfām juice. It’s a fruit from the Arabian Garden.”
“Ive never heard of it. Have you ever heard of The Beatles?”
“Is that a band, errr...?”