Microstory 2771: Three-Two-One Liftoff, Jetpack, Shoot Into Space

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Elise and Colley learn that the maze the other team members were making their way through is a rocket buried in the ground narratively from crashing. It’s heavily damaged, and not likely spaceworthy, so they’re pretty sure that their goal was never to learn how to pilot it. It is of apparent alien design, based on the mysterious writings and glyphs all over the place. One particular room off of what they believe to be the bridge is calling out to them, like path funneling in a video game. It just looks important. This is partially because it sits opposite the exit that led them back to their friends on the surface. This hunt is all about movement. It must be the next step in their journey.

They came across other locked doors, but they served mainly as dead ends for the maze portion of the challenge, because if the ship were real, it probably wouldn’t have actually been designed as a maze on purpose. This room is different, and they think Colley may be able to figure out how to unlock it. Their best guess is that it’s a puzzle.

Colley is standing at the door now, looking at the symbols carved into it, having already examined the writing on the consoles. Elise stands a little to the side. She has no idea what the symbols mean, but she’s watching Colley’s facial expressions closely. He doesn’t look like he’s studying them. His face is solemn and reflective. At times, it’s unclear if he’s looking at anything at all, or simply staring into space. After a moment, he pivots 45 degrees to look over at Rage. “You’ve always known.”

“What?” Rage questions. “I’ve always known what?”

Colley quietly looks back at the door. “You’ve always known we would end up here. Or maybe you thought this time would be different...that you could change it.” He looks back over at her again. “Which is it? Hope, or inevitability.”

Rage looks as confused as before, but then her face falls into cold understanding. “I did what I had to do. We’re so close. Next time, we’ll make it all the way, I know it.”

“What is going on?” Jolanda questions. “What are you two talking about?”

Colley begins to look around. “The door is dead. We got here too late.”

“There’s power,” Zelda reasons. “We can figure out how to reroute it to the door.”

“No,” Colley contends, shaking his head. “It’s not that kind of door. It’s powered by time, and the clock ran out before we even stepped foot in the maze.” He faces Minotaur. “Do you have any idea who brought you down here? Did you catch a glimpse? Any clue whatsoever?”

“No, why? I assumed it was Azad, or a programmed Ambient, like those pirates.”

“I don’t think they were supposed to grab you,” Colley begins. “I think someone was trying to help us get down here faster. It turned out to not be enough because of the other delays we faced, like Elise’s death, and Miracle’s surprise return. Rage knows more about it. She’s been here before. Haven’t you, Rage? You’ve been through all of this.”

“It’s not like that,” Rage says. “They give us different challenges every time. Even this last one is different. It’s the same crashed ship, but the path is always changed. That’s why I started recruiting Mino, so they would help us get through it faster. But like the man said, it wasn’t enough. The countdown has already begun.”

“Explain,” Minotaur presses. “What do you mean you started recruiting me?”

Rage sighs. “I don’t have the whole history, because I’m not always the designated survivor, but—you have to understand that at first, a part of me thought they were just dreams. When I could remember past attempts, I thought my brain was just making it up, because the memories don’t really feel like mine. The more time passes, the more I realize that they’re real, and I start actively trying to change things.”

“Ah,” Miracle says. “You don’t store all of your thoughts in the network. You learned how to keep them in another dimension. I probably taught you how. Though, if I did, why would I not have those memories?”

“Because you have to be the one who survives,” Rage explains. She points at the mysterious door. “Once we open that, two things will happen. The ship will ascend, and bathe this whole dome in exhaust and radiation. The dome is smaller than it looks. A single-person pod will unlock, and allow one of us to survive. That person’s consciousness alone will continue, go back to the beginning, and recruit everyone to try again. It’s usually me. We vote and agree that it will be me since I’ve become the one with the most context. I think I sometimes just don’t make it this far so you have to pick someone else. I have been trying different ways of winning, but delays add up. Speeding through it won’t work either, because it usually just ends up getting everybody killed. I made one huge change this time which got us closer than ever.”

“What did you change?” Zelda asks.

Rage looks over at Elise. “I recruited a seventh hunter. She was the missing piece. If we go one more time, I know that we can make it. You just have to let me get in that pod one more time. Once I regain access to the right equipment, I will send my consciousness back in time, like I always do, and restart. Please, trust me.”

“How can we trust you?” Colley questions. “You have been lying this whole time. Did you ever think of reading us in, and maybe we would work through it better?”

“Of course I’ve tried that,” Rage contends. “Those iterations go worse than any. We get in our own heads, and we get in our own way. Placing my trust in you is what gets us far, as well as thinking outside the box, like when I found Elise.”

“Why can’t we just walk out here right now?” Elise asks. She dips her head a little. “I can still see light coming in through the executive exit. We’ll go back to the desert, armed with water this time, and make our way to the wall. We won’t win the hunt, but all of our memories will remain intact, rather than only yours.”

Rage shakes her head. “We’ve tried that too. As soon as one person steps over that threshold, the ship takes off and burns them alive before they cross the desert. Anyone who manages to hold on and stay inside when that happens asphyxiates once the ship reaches altitude.”

“Well, we could teleport,” Elise turns to face the person who knows the most about all this time travel stuff. “Miracle, I’m surely charged up by now, aren’t I?”

Miracle nods. “You probably are, but you can only take two people at a time.”

“Yeah,” Rage agrees. “Miracle managed to retain her own powers in one iteration but that didn’t work either, because the ship launched, and I guess triggered some kind of teleportation suppression field. That’s when she taught me how to send my consciousness into the past. We were hoping to subvert the challenge changes, but we later decided that we decide what challenges come up, based on our dynamic and capacity for teamwork, which changes constantly. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I was trying to keep everything as predictable as possible.”

“But you said that I’m new,” Elise reasons. “You made a change, but also tried to keep everything the same? Which is it?”

“It’s both,” Rage answers. “It’s complicated. I’m sorry. It’s gonna happen again.”

Elise shakes her head. “What if I flew people out of here?” Elise asks. She turns to Miracle again. “I think I’m strong enough. The ship has to escape the dome somehow, right? It is a spaceship, after all, and there’s no outer space inside the dome.”

When Miracle defers to Rage, the latter goes on. “I once climbed into the escape pod, but intentionally didn’t escape right away, to see what would happen. Yes, it does fly all the way into space. You’re not strong enough to carry six people, though.”

“She won’t have to carry all six,” Miracle claims. She begins to stretch and roll her neck. “There’s a reason I’ve been so subdued since Hrockas made me come back in a different body. I’ve been focusing on induced limb growth.” She tenses up like she’s having a baby, and hunches her back. Two beautiful white angel wings sprout from her shoulder blades, and unfold before their eyes. It looks a little painful, but once it’s over, she smiles and breathes. “Ahhh, loophole!”

“Oh my God,” Zelda says. “That’s bad ass. You have to teach me how to do that.”

“There’s a problem, though,” Miracle says as she’s flapping her new wings, presumably to get used to them. “I couldn’t will myself to have superstrength, and it doesn’t sound like Elise has it either. I reckon we can each only take two passengers.”

“Someone’s going to have to stay behind,” Zelda realizes. “There’s apparently usually only one survivor, but this time, there will be one death. How poetic.”

“I’ll do it,” Colley volunteers. “Before you say anything, I don’t have any special argument in favor of it, but the way I see it, I called it first, so I win. I shouldn’t have to explain myself. I don’t have this big speech about what I learned, and what will happen to my alternate self when he wakes up with no memories. This is just gonna be what happens. So go on and yell all you want, but I’m not budging.”

Rage looks at him like he’s an idiot. “There’s still an escape pod,” she reminds him. “It’s got my name on it. I’ll take that. You take the ride.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” Colley agrees. “But we have to time it right.”

Everyone gets into position. Rage prepares to open the door with the code while the flyers stand at the exit, their respective passengers on either side of them. On Rage’s mark, they fly out of the hatch as fast as they can. Miracle gets going quickly, which triggers the launch sequence. Elise is having more trouble. Her wings may not be as fragile as a real Luna moth’s, but they’re not made of carbon nanotubes either. They’re still organic, and she still has limitations.

They’re only a few meters over the surface, and Elise is fighting just to stay at that level. She just can’t reach elevation. As she’s flapping her wings as hard as possible, they look down and see the sand slipping away from them like an hourglass. She’s not getting higher; the ground is getting lower as the ship displaces it with its initial lift off. The boosters are just about to fire and burn them to death. They have to go now.

“I guess I am gonna sacrifice myself!” Colley yells, obviously preparing to let go.

“No!” Elise cries. “Just hold on! I can do this!”

“There’s no time!” Colley shouts. “Don’t argue with me! Save Zelda!”

“Save Zelda?” Zelda questions. “I was born for this.” She lets go and plummets towards her death. “Wooooo!” They lose her amidst the rain of sand below.

Now there’s really no time...no time to mourn, no time to dwell. Elise tightens her grip on Colley, and flies up towards the zenith as flames nip at their heels.

Microstory 2770: Pitstop on the Way to Nowhere

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The sun is beginning to disappear. They still don’t have water, but at least it’s cooling down. Elise and Colley don’t know what they’re meant to do here. She has no sense of direction. She was able to think about her people, and teleport to them, but that doesn’t mean she knows where they are. They could be on the other side of the planet right now. Walking in any direction could be taking them farther away. The maze could even be directly under their feet, perhaps several meters down, or several kilometers.

“I didn’t hear, did Miracle say how your power replenishes?” Colley asks.

“No. She said temporal energy was really just time, so maybe I only need to wait until it recharges on its own,” Elise replies. “Before you ask, I can’t tell it’s there. It’s not like I feel a surge of electricity throughout my body, which is now missing. I couldn’t even tell that I could do what I did.” She sighs and sits down. “I don’t know if I should keep trying, or if every time I do, even if it doesn’t work, I drain my battery again.”

“Logic says to wait.” Colley sits down across from her. “Before ambient wireless charging and nanofusion reactors, electronics had to be recharged by leaving it attached to the wall. You weren’t really supposed to use it while that was happening, especially not with older models. I say we sleep on it and try again in the morning.”

Elise shivers. “If we survive the night. I’m already missing that sun.”

Colley nods solemnly. “Yeah, it’s gonna get colder. This pink and black jacket is nice to have for extra covering, but it’s not going to be enough, not for the both of us.”

“We obviously need to share and conserve body heat. Pull your shirt over your head, but don’t take it off. We want to minimize the insulation between us, but we still want insulation around us.” Elise demonstrates what she means with her own shirt, which is difficult with her wings, but she makes it work. “Take off your pants, but keep the belt in the beltloops. Drape the pants behind your back and rebuckle the belt around your waist.” She pulls her adventure shorts off entirely. The same trick won’t help her that much, so she decides to do something else with them. She starts to giggle.

“Oh, funny prank.” Colley’s pants are tied behind him like a low cape. His shirt is stretched behind his neck like a gun holster, but in an awkward, almost sexual way. Elise’s shorts are on his head like a hat since he doesn’t have as much hair.

“No, it’s not a prank,” Elise insists. “It’s funny, but this is what we’re working with.” She opens her wings and quivers them to generate some heat. She lays the extra racing jacket on the sand and lies back on it. “Get on top of me. Come on.”

Colley hesitates, frowning uncomfortably.

“I studied survival,” she reminds him. “I know what I’m doing.”

Colley reluctantly lowers himself upon her and hugs her. He’s gentle at first, but quickly tightens up when his instincts react to the increase in warmth.

Elise envelops him in her wings to complete the seal. She continues to quiver them as they hold each other. It’s working. It’s actually working. They still may not make it through this, but it will not be for lack of trying. The temperature continues to drop.

Colley starts to breathe heavily, which is okay for now. But then he suddenly stops. “I’m sorry. I normally program a governor switch for certain, uhh...physical responses, but this temporary one comes with the standard hardware.”

Elise smiles kindly, but realizes that he can’t see it. She reaches into the extra jacket’s pocket and retrieves the homing beacon, which has a dim light on it. She lays it on her chest and switches it on. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s perfectly normal, and we should be comfortable enough with each other to not feel bad about such things.”

“It’s not that I feel bad, it’s just.” He starts breathing too heavily again.

“Hey,” she whispers. “It’s okay. Shivering can warm you up, but it can also strain your muscles. If you don’t relax too, you’re probably gonna end up with neck pain.”

“I’m sorry,” Colley replies. “This is just a tough situation. Because...you know, with you... I, uh—if it were anyone else on the team, even Miracle, I would still...”

“I mean it,” she tries to comfort, “it’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

“I think I might be falling in love with you,” he finally admits. “And I don’t want you to think it’s about your body, or how we’re situated right now. I’ve been developing feelings this whole time. I mean, we work so well together. We complement each other’s skills, and while we sometimes argue, we don’t fight. I’ve never gotten mad or annoyed at any of you. When I thought you were dead, I was heartbroken. I was worried that even if we found each other on the other side of this, if we didn’t remember any of what we went through, we wouldn’t be able to recapture the magic. We’ve put so much effort into surviving, there’s been no time to really sit with my thoughts, but in this moment...”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Elise tells him. “Not in so many words, but...” She pauses and considers it. She didn’t exactly give up on love, but she has definitely been deprioritizing it for most of her life. It’s no surprise that feelings have sprouted amongst them. Rage eventually explained that she spent months locating the team, and vetted dozens of candidates before settling on the five of them. One of her criteria was a lack of attachments. She didn’t want to take anyone away from a family, because that would become the driving force of their actions, rather than the goal itself. That was probably the right call, but it’s complicating things now. “Let’s ignore the words.”

They kiss. They can’t help themselves. In the movies when people have to share body heat like this, it always happens, and that’s because it’s totally plausible. You can’t be intertwined with someone and not feel something. Hugs release endorphins and other pleasurable chemicals. That is an evolutionary fact. Group that with skin-to-skin contact and a pair of sexy wings, and you have a recipe for a powerful love scene.

They keep kissing, and it starts to feel like this could go even further. Elise unwraps her wings and rolls Colley over to his back so she’s straddling him now. Before anything else can happen, though, a light begins to shine in her face, and it’s not from the beacon that fell in the sand. It looks like a headlight, it’s so bright. She sits up and tries to shield her eyes from it while also trying to discern the shapes behind the light.

“Lower that, Zelda,” Rage instructs. “Jesus. Actually, just put it in lantern mode.”

Zelda does as she’s asked, so now the whole area is illuminated. The entire team is back. They look dirty and exhausted, but they have all survived. Jolanda steps closer with a canteen as Elise is climbing off of Colley, and they’re both standing back up.

Elise takes a few sips first before handing it to Colley. “So you made it out of the maze. Was there an actual monster, or was it something more complicated?”

“Oh, it was a monster,” Minotaur replies. “It was a minotaur. I reasoned with it, and we found our way out. The exit is not that far from where we are now.”

“You thought there might be an interim prize?” Elise goes on. “What was it?”

The other hunters exchange looks with each other. “It’s not exactly a prize,” Rage answers. “It’s more of a challenge which could lead to a prize. It’s a ship. A spaceship.”

Microstory 2769: X Marks the Spot

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Elise instinctively teleports back to Rage holding the jacket that they last saw Minotaur wearing. She’s on the verge of hyperventilating. There were no clues where she found it, at least none which was obvious. She takes Rage by the arm, and jumps back to that spot with her friend in tow. “Over here, guys!” she cries out to the rest of the group.

Together, they start to dig in the sand, looking for any sign of Minotaur, be it evidence they left behind, or—if they were taken—a deliberate clue left behind by their captor. They cover a ground of a few square meters, but there’s nothing. There’s no trapdoor, which would be the most likely explanation, or maybe something less manmade, like a hidden hole. If something had taken them away in the air, someone probably would have seen it. Rage tells everyone to stop digging as she narrows in on Miracle. “This looks like the work of a teleporter. Besides Azad, who else can do it?”

Miracle shakes her head. “There are far too many to list, and remember, we’re generally called time travelers. They could be from the future, or the past, or a parallel timeline. There are too many options to use that knowledge alone to locate them.”

“Well, are any of them bad?” Rage presses. “Do you have...villains?”

“Sure we do,” Miracle confirms. “I...was technically one for a bit, though we tend to use the word antagonist amongst each other because who’s to say which is which?”

“This isn’t helping,” Rage argues. “You’re not giving us anything.”

“I’m sorry,” Miracle begins, but she doesn’t get the chance to finish her thought.

“Can I find them?” Elise interrupts. “Just now, I wanted to jump to Rage, and so that’s where I went, instead of several kilometers away. I didn’t even know exactly where she was, on her hands and knees behind that ridge. I thought about her, and it happened. Could I do that with Minotaur? I don’t wanna try without understanding it.”

Miracle sighs. “Have you ever seen the 12 Monkeys movie, and have you ever seen any of the Back to the Future movies?” she asks weirdly.

“Not recently,” Elise answers. “What’s your point?”

“They follow different rules,” Miracle begins. “In the former, time travel is a contained loop. It’s called predestination. It doesn’t matter what you do, you can’t change things. Whatever happened always happened, and you’re just following a preexisting path, blind and in the wrong order. In the latter, you can change the future, and they, in fact, do it multiple times. Those stories aren’t contradictory because they take place in different universes. They have nothing to do with each other.

“In our universe, there are—well, no, it’s not like there are no rules—it’s that we have all the rules. Can you teleport without being able to see where you’re going, or beyond some distance limitation? I don’t know. We all have our different abilities and restrictions. It’s utter chaos. I can teach you how to try to jump to Mino, but I can’t promise it will work. I can’t even promise you won’t end up kilometers away this time, or dead, stuck halfway through a wall. It’s a crapshoot. Most are born the way that they are, and discover what they can do intuitively. People who are transformed into travelers typically have a harder time. They’re usually older, and have developed more traditional coping mechanisms, which makes their new skills low access.”

“Then you’re not doing it,” Rage decides. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Wait, you could teleport before,” Zelda says to Miracle. “You said that Hrockas couldn’t take that away from you because it was in your mind, not your body.”

Miracle nods. “He figured out how to suppress it when he gave me a new, new body. I’ve already tried since I returned, and have not been able to do anything.”

“Then I’ll do it,” Elise insists. “Before you say anything, Rage, this is my body, my choice. Hrockas just told us that counts here a few hours ago. You can’t stop me.”

“I can’t,” Rage acknowledges, “but I don’t wanna lose you too.”

“Borrowed time, remember?” Elise asks. She faces Miracle. “Tell me what to do.”

“I’m inclined to agree with our fearless leader,” Miracle says. “It’s risky.”

“Then we vote,” Elise offers. “Who here thinks I shouldn’t do it?”

Everyone raises their hand.

“Just kidding, it’s my body! Tell me what to do, or I’ll try it on my own!”

“Very well,” Miracle agrees. “But I’m not responsible for what happens to you.”

Everyone pays close attention when Miracle explains how the process of using teleportation to find someone might work. They’re just as curious, even though they can’t do it themselves. Finally, it’s time to try. Miracle suggests she practice first, but she also said one thing about potentially running out of something called temporal energy, so talk about a risk. Elise closes her eyes as Miracle instructed. At first, she focuses on her whole family, but most of them are already here with her. She only needs to concentrate on one person. She visualizes Minotaur’s face, and considers how they make her feel. It seems that Elise is falling in love. She does realize she keeps thinking that.

The air was hot and dry, but now it’s cool and humid. Though Elise’s eyelids were closed, she could see the light penetrating her skin. Now that’s all gone. She opens them to find herself in darkness, with only red emergency lighting. It’s enough for her to see that she’s not alone, and she can even tell who it is. “Mino.”

Minotaur is startled. They spin around and desperately grab Elise’s mouth. “Shh,” they whisper. “I don’t know how you ended up down here too, but this is a maze...and we are not alone. I’m going to let go of you now, okay? Just whisper.”

Elise nods, and once she’s free, whispers even quieter than Minotaur, right in her ear. “I teleported to find you. Do you know who took you, or where we are?”

“No idea,” Minotaur answers. “I didn’t see who took me. They were totally robed up. I managed to push them off and run away, but not too far, and I couldn’t scream. That’s when I felt the sharp pain in my neck. I was hot before, but then I felt like I was burning up, so I took off my jacket while I was passing out. Then I woke up here. I’ve been trying to navigate the maze this whole time. I figured you were all taken too.”

“I think this is mostly about you,” Elise figures. “There is no way they could have set this all up after they found out that I could teleport. They expected you to find your way out, and for us to find our way to you. We’re cheating. I don’t know if that’s okay. But I’m just gonna go with it. I teleported in, so we can teleport out.”

“No,” Minotaur argues. “There’s something here. The monster is guarding something. Trust me, we want it. I’m glad you’re here, but I don’t want to cheat any further. Let’s play this straight, and find the way to the prize. Are you up for it?”

“We’re a team. We should all do it together.”

“Yeah, if you can gather everyone, then go for it. Just tell them to stay hushed.”

Elise transports most into the maze, but before she can do the same for Colley she evidently runs out of temporal energy, leaving them both stranded on the surface.

Microstory 2409: Mizmaze

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The mizmaze. This is an interesting one. I didn’t know what to expect. They told me how big these domes are, and when they told me that this maze covered the entire surface of one of the domes, I didn’t really believe it. That’s over 1.3 million acres. We’re all from different places, so I can’t really give you a clear frame of reference on the sheer scope of this thing, but it’s the biggest maze ever created. Don’t talk to me about VR, those are self-perpetuating; what we have here is a work of art. So here’s how it works. You walk into the intake building, and tell them that you would like to do a maze. They ask you a bunch of questions, first and foremost being how much time do you have to spend on it? Of course, the entire point is that you don’t know how long it will take to get through, but that’s why they ask you these other questions. They’re about your sense of direction, and your problem-solving skills. How much stamina do you have when you’re walking, how many supplies can you carry with you? Some of these mazes can literally take weeks, even if you’re really good. Remember, the scale. On the longest routes, there are supplies along the way, but you don’t just pick it up from a table. You have to complete tasks to get what you’re after, and you may lose out. Someone else might get it first, or you’ll just lose the minigame. There are mystery boxes which may be good, or bad. There are obstacles in there, which are definitely bad, but you have to get through them, or find another way. Some of it is made of hedge, other parts made of concrete. The mazes here aren’t like the ones that you’re used to. In most mazes, you have to stay on the ground, or you lose, but there are no real rules here. If you can figure out how to climb, go ahead and climb. Your sense of accomplishment is entirely your own. If you say that’s good enough, then it is. People may judge, but whatever. I stayed on the ground, and did the second-hardest route. The hardest ends with a grand prize. You aren’t even told what that is unless you agree to do that one. The walls move with that one, I don’t know how anyone completes it. I never heard about anyone who did, but the droid staff was mostly cagey about it, like just the very idea about whether anyone finished should also be a secret. Mine took just a hair over two weeks. I had to take the tram clear to the other side of the dome to start it, and ended up not too far from the main offices. The routes criss-cross each other, so I was in underground tunnels some of the way. I’m pretty proud of myself. I had trouble locating resources, but I didn’t get too tripped up by the hazards. I think I shouldn’t tell you what they are. It’s all meant to be a surprise for you, and I’m not sure how much variety there is across the board. Highly recommend. If you’re unsure, try a day maze, and if you like it, you can level up.

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They broke into two teams, but they weren’t ready to split up just yet. While Leona, Mateo, and Olimpia were preparing a block of the domes for the arrival of anyone from the Goldilocks Corridor who wanted to escape the Exin Empire, Ramses, Angela, and Marie were planning to figure out how to ferry those refugees. Ramses still didn’t know how to properly navigate with the slingdrive. He was starting to worry that it was impossible, which could explain why apparently no one had ever managed to use dark matter for anything before. They couldn’t just go off and run their tests, though, because then they could end up just as lost as they were the first time. There needed to be some way for them to return home, even if that was the only place they could ever go.

Leona was presently examining the Livewire. She wasn’t using any tools or instruments; just looking it over with her eyes. “Hm.”

“Hm, what?” Ramses asked.

“Look at this.” She set the wire on the table, carefully reaching for a particular spot with both her thumbs and index fingers. She slowly pulled them apart while Ramses watched closely from the other side of the table.

“Oh. Huh.”

“What is it?” Mateo asked. “What did I miss?” He wasn’t as close to it as they were.

“It can grow,” Ramses replied.

“Hold on, wait.” Leona reached for two more spots, and did what she did again, but this time in reverse.

“Interesting,” Ramses noted.

“Did you just make it shrink?” Mateo guessed.

Leona nodded. “When Vearden first pulled this thing out of his much smaller necklace, I thought that it was just being stored in a pocket dimension, like a really narrow bag of holding. But this suggests that the wire’s size-shifting ability is an innate property. When we’ve used it, we’ve had to figure out how to make it reach where we need it to, but that’s because we didn’t notice these...expansion points.”

“Will they help do the thing that we need it to do?” Mateo pressed.

Leona sighed. “Probably not. I mean, they’re nice to have. They’ll certainly make it easier to do whatever we end up trying with the six of us, but it doesn’t help us understand what that’s going to be. Did this Arqut fellow say anything else?”

“He just said that this thing can help protect us from Buddy’s summoning power,” Mateo replied. “I don’t know if it can link us to each other, it just seems like a natural secondary use.” The slingdrive testers couldn’t leave until they were sure that they would be able to come back here, or rather back to their friends. That was the point, really, to not be permanently separated from each other. The wire may or may not be that solution. If they could crack the code, the idea was to form multiple spatio-temporal tethers between each other. Basically, the Livewire was meant to serve as a connection between each pair in the group, so that no matter what, they would always be able to get back to each other. “I don’t know how to do it, though. Is it psychic?”

“I’m not sure,” Ramses said. “But it must be, right? When we used it before, we told the wire when and where to transfer the consciousnesses. They didn’t end up way off course, like my slingdrive, or something stupid like that,” he started to mumble.

Leona smiled softly, and patted him on the back.

Mateo nodded. “So we essentially need to quantum replicate the Livewire fourteen times, so each one of us is linked to all of the other five. Or we don’t replicate the wire itself, but the power that it holds.”

The two geniuses gave him a look.

“What? We studied the Handshake Problem in my stupid people’s high school math class. I know some things,” Mateo insisted.

“I think if we just successfully form fifteen total links,” Ramses began, “we’ll have our fix. The issue is that I have no clue how to do it even once. We still don’t know what this thing is, or where it came from. We wouldn’t want us accidentally swapping bodies, or erasing our memories. We have to somehow program it to generate the invisible tethers without doing anything else to us.”

“How do you program a unique temporal object?” Leona asked rhetorically.

Mateo took the wire from Leona, and walked aimlessly around the room while he was holding it up to the light, and covering it in shadow, and thinking. “Rambo, didn’t you figure out how to make your own pair of HG Goggles?”

“Uh, it wasn’t technically me. It was my alternate self who we left on Ex-324.”

“You’ve maintained contact?” Leona questioned. “What does he say? What’s happening there? Is he okay? Are the Welriosians okay?”

“That is a lot of queries,” Ramses said in a robot voice. “Not enough memory to compute.” He went back to his regular voice. “He’s fine, they’re fine. It’s a pretty peaceful planet as far as the Corridor goes. We’re lucky, though, because it’s not all that important to Oaksent’s needs, so he doesn’t pay much attention to them.”

“The goggles?” Mateo reminded him after a moment of awkward silence.

“Right.” Ramses went over to a filing cabinet, and pulled out the goggles. They looked fairly similar to the original pair, though they were distinguishable.

Mateo accepted them from him, and put them over his face. He started to look the wire over again. The whole thing was glowing green, but some bits were shinier and white. He was able to pinch and zoom to get a closer picture.  “Yeah, I can see the expansion points more clearly. They’re not everywhere, so there’s likely a limit to its scope. Hopefully that’s not a problem, or we’ll always have to stay within a few meters of each other.”

“What are you thinking?” Leona asked him.

Mateo looked up at her with the goggles still on. Other objects in the room were glowing as well, different colors, to varying degrees. Ramses and Leona’s comms discs were quite noticeable from here, even though they were embedded under their skins. “Just what I suspected.” He pointed at the two of them, back and forth several times over. Then he handed her the goggles so she could see for herself. “Here,” he said, taking them off, and offering them to Leona.

“She put them on, and looked around as well, particularly at the boys. She nodded with understanding. “We’re already linked through a quantum network.” She tapped at her neck behind her ear.

“Oh,” Ramses exclaimed. “Yeah, I think I can work with that. If I can convert the quantum frequency of our discs into something that the wire can interpret, I might be able to resonate them until they become entangled.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Mateo joked. “I’ll leave you two to do it to it.” He left the room, and closed the door behind them. “Pia, where are you?”

“We’re in the 3D maze!” Olimpia shouted back. It sounded like she was running.

“Hey, gang, stay off comms for the rest of the day, please. I’m messing with them,” Ramses requested.

If the other three were in the dome that was literally a maze, and they could no longer communicate with each other remotely, then there was no way that he was finding them. He was just gonna have to come up with his own way to pass the time. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his handheld device, where he had downloaded the dome brochure. Since there were people here now, Hrockas had gone through, and highlighted the domes that were actually ready to be tested. That was what he was busy with right now, further developing the unfinished themed domes, so they would be ready for his customers twenty-four years from now. He wasn’t actually going to charge anyone for anything, of course. The bragging rights of being the most popular planet in the galaxy would be payment enough, if he succeeded. Varkas Reflex and Thālith al Naʽāmāt Bida would sure give him a run for his money, though he might have an edge with all of this paraterraforming. Almost the entire surface was habitable, giving potential visitors and residents an amount of freedom that none of the other destination worlds could yet match, even with their time and proximity advantages.

Mateo checked the list once, twice, three times. Nothing was speaking to him. Zombedome wasn’t finished yet. Hrockas imagined that it would be one of the most popular, so he was spending a lot of time perfecting it, and didn’t want anyone to see it until he was satisfied with the results. Mateo decided to switch to the map, which showed where each dome was in relation to the others. Something here caught his eye. There were two giant black spots that were on the exact opposite sides as each other. He guessed that these were the poles, and that there were no domes there at all. He was terribly curious about what they looked like, whether they resembled Antarctica and the Arctic on Earth, or if they were wildly different. He laughed out loud. Hrockas expected people to come here, and have to be transported to each dome using Vendelin’s vactrain network, which could easily exclude these poles. But Mateo could jump there in seconds. Nothing was off limits to him.

Boom. Splash. He was in the water, and it was freezing cold. If he weren’t an upgraded posthuman, he would probably be on the brink of death by now, even in this short span of time. Before he left, though, he spun himself around. He could see no land anywhere, nor anything else. The sky wasn’t what he expected, however. He wasn’t just looking at the blackness behind a very thin atmosphere. It resembled what one would find on a fully habitable planet, with clouds, and blue scatter. It was likely a hologram. Was this whole thing just another dome? One last thing, he took his device back out, and concentrated on the edge of the black zone, so he could teleport there, instead of back to Castledome. He made the jump, and landed on a rocky beach. The hologram was still here, but now that he was closer, he could also detect the curve of the dome over his head, and the faint imperfections of the image on the opaque surface. If this entire pole was covered by one giant dome, it would have to be hundreds of kilometers wide.

“Here, take this.” There was actually another person here; a teenage girl. She was holding a large blanket up for him. It was ombre striped, of varying shades, but mostly in the greens. She had evidently built a fire nearby too. Had she been expecting him?

“Thanks.” He took it graciously, and wrapped himself in it, rubbing his shoulders to warm up. “I don’t know how you got here, but it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mateo.”

“I know.” She paused for a good long time. “It’s Romana, your daughter.”

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