Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Microstory 1997: Wild Beasts

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SI Eliot: *sits down across from Reese*
Reese: I thought we agreed to stay on opposite sides of the jet, and never speak to each other again for the rest of our lives.
SI Eliot: Yeah, but I’ve been thinking about what happened at the meeting, though, and I think we should touch base about it.
Reese: Calling that a meeting would be like calling a stampede of wildebeests a casual jog with a few friends. That was one of the most horrifically uncomfortable experiences of my life, and I just wanna forget it ever happened.
SI Eliot: Lower your voice. There could be listening devices on this thing.
Reese: That would just be like Commander Virtue. You’re right, but I don’t care. Let the plane go down. At least that would leave me in peace. I’m still drunk, and now hungover.
SI Eliot: Ha-ha, he’s joking. Commander Virtue is an honorable man, and we are lucky that he lent us one of his aircraft for the trip home.
Reese: *sighs, then takes a device out of his bag* I swept for bugs while you were in the lavatory. You think this is my first time on an unsecured mode of transportation? Please.
SI Eliot: You see, I knew there was a reason you were promoted over me.
Reese: Are you still on that?
SI Eliot: No, I’m... I meant that sincerely. I was bitter before, but I’m over it. Besides, I’m not exactly envious of all the meetings you’re gonna have to have with that man now that you’re a director.
Reese: Oh my God! I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was just relieved to be out of there, I forgot that it’s still not over. It will never be over, will it?
SI Eliot: Not until the next administration.
Reese: When will that be?
SI Eliot: Three years, if he doesn’t secure reëlection, of course.
Reese: Of course. Gah! Hold on. Deputy Director.
SI Eliot: You mean Celandine Robles?
Reese: No. The deputy often accompanies directors on meetings and conference calls. If I made you my deputy instead, you could help me deal with him.
SI Eliot: Oh, no. Have you heard Director Washington complain about him? She hates him too, but she’s never described that kind of craziness before. He’s different around men. He thinks he can be himself, and that we’ll understand. The way I see it, Deputy Robles is your best option on that front, along with all the other fronts.
Reese: That was a test. I needed to know if you were still gunning for my job, and just decided to be nice and underhanded about it.
SI Eliot: If anything, it’s gotten me to seriously consider switching to the private sector.
Reese: Really? You would do that? You’re such a...patriot.
SI Eliot: Well, I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’ve gotten an offer or too.
Reese: Well, congratulations. Hey, wait, that’s the St. Louis Arch. It’s gigantic.
SI Eliot: What? We shouldn’t be able to see that. Reese, I think we’re landing.
Captain: *through the intercom* Folks, you may have noticed we’re a little off route. No need to worry. We just have to make an emergency landing. I’ll update again soon.

Monday, October 16, 2023

Microstory 1996: For the Lulls

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Leonard: How is it that we both have free time right now? Reese is still on his way back from the Capital, but everything’s goin’ so smoothly out there.
Myka: It happens, these people know what they’re doing. So let’s take advantage of it.
Leonard: What are you doing?
Myka: Taking advantage.
Leonard: This is the napping room. 
Myka: Yeah, and Navin is the only one who ever uses it. He’s off today, so we’re alone.
Leonard: It’s still not appropriate.
Myka: Leo, I have fifteen minutes before I have to get back to finalize the quarterly reports. I’m not driving all the way back home.
Leonard: Then we should just not do it. And don’t start thinking it’s because I’m not attracted to you anymore, or some nonsense like that. I just don’t want to have sex at work. Like you said, this is Navin’s room. That’s his bed. It’s not right.
Myka: You’re a better person than I.
Leonard: Let’s just talk. We don’t get to talk anymore. I mean, of course we talk about work all the time, but it’s gotten so busy with all these new recruits that that’s all we can talk about. It seems like I have to run a tour of this place every week.
Myka: Yeah, okay. We’ll just sit and talk. Is it okay to sit on Navin’s bed?
Leonard: I think that will be all right.
*awkward silence*
Myka: This isn’t working.
Leonard: Are you breaking up with me?
Myka: Of course not, but we have to figure out some sort of work-life balance. I’m no good at scheduling time to have a conversation. I’ve tried that. I had a cousin who moved to live abroad in Europe. We tried to have weekly talks in ChatChapp, but eventually just stopped setting the next week up. I haven’t spoken to him in years.
Leonard: That’s sad. But see, it doesn’t matter that we have to be more formal and scheduled. We can talk about that. Tell me about your relationship with this cousin. Have you ever visited him, and-or has he ever come back stateside?
Myka: Neither. At least I don’t think so. Honestly, if he ever came back home, he might not even tell me. *checks watch* Maybe I should just go back to the quarterlies.
Leonard: No, we’re doing good. Let’s change the subject, though, since you’re struggling with it. Let me tell you about my cousins. I have sixteen of them. Don’t know if I ever told you that. *phone rings* Oh, shoot. It’s...it’s the law station.
Myka: Better answer it. They don’t know what time your break is.
Leonard: I love you. *answers phone* Hello?—Yes, this is Supervisory Agent Miazga.—Wait, what? What name did she give you?—Are you sure?—No, I know her.—Yeah, I’ll, uhh...what was that?—Of course not. Is she in there right now?—Let her out of there this instant, give her whatever she asks for, and tell her I’m on my way.—Okay. Thank you. *hangs up*
Myka: What was that about? Did they lock up someone you know?
Leonard: Yeah. It’s my wife, Keziah. She somehow crossed over to this universe.

Sunday, October 15, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 26 2417

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The representatives from the Sixth Key were sent back home through the Nexus, and locked back out of a return trip unless invited. It was still possible to communicate from there, though only if Venus deemed it allowed from her end. The majority of Nexus functions were handed out at her discretion, using whatever parameters she had come up with while the network was being put in place. Generally speaking, interactions between universes was strictly forbidden, but Hogarth’s brane was directly attached to Salmonverse, making this more of a biverse, which was a notable  exception to this rule. Though she could change the rules at any moment, and not worry about suffering any consequences. She was a god in any meaningful use of the term. It wasn’t clear where she even was, if she wasn’t just somehow everywhere all at once. Either way, Team Matic wasn’t going to worry about Heath or the others anymore. They were only in charge of protecting Romana Nieman, and her family, and they had to trust that the Dardieti would do their part too. They had not let them down yet.
Now that all the drama was over, they were all back at the penthouse, with nothing that they absolutely had to do. Leona and Ramses went back to working on their projects. Angela and Marie were learning more about government and society. Olimpia was getting ready for another trip. Mateo and Karla were playing with their girl. The two of them had not been able to leave the room this whole time. It was very important to Durune culture for the parents to stay with their child pretty much non-stop to ensure a healthy and successful familial imprint. The doctor, which in this case was Constance, was expected to be involved as little as possible in order to avoid confusion during this crucial period. Today was day four, which meant that they could probably take short breaks, but this was a months-long process. Short was the keyword here.
“You should go,” Karla encouraged. “Spend time with your wife.”
“It’s okay, I can stay. I want to stay.”
“If you don’t go, I won’t feel okay to go later.”
“What do you mean? Do you want to take a break?”
“I don’t want to take a break. I...”
“Karla, you’re not a bad mother if you spend a few hours away from your baby. I promise, she is not going to forget you. You’ve known her for years. Let me catch up a little. She and I need to share some secrets anyway.”
Karla chuckled voicelessly. She didn’t budge though.
“Go on. Get some sun, or some soda, or whatever you need.”
Karla nodded, internally trying to convince herself that it really was okay. “All right, I think I’ll go to my family’s Wednesday lunch. You have my number.”
“Yes.”
Karla stood up, and headed for the door. Before she reached it, she turned back around. “It’s not a cultural thing, and it’s certainly not a family thing. In fact, I think most of the mothers in our bloodline have not loved the man who helped them pass along the responsibility.” She waited a moment to continue. “It’s just me. It’s important to me. That I...that we...learn to care about each other.”
Mateo smiled at her. “It’s called love, Karla. It doesn’t have to be sexual or romantic. One day, we’ll fall in love. I would know by now if we couldn’t ever. At least one of us would have to be an asshole.”
Karla slowly lifted her chin to absorb his words. Then she nodded once with her eyes closed, and left the room gracefully.
Mateo turned his head to look down at Romana in her bassinet. He expected her to be asleep, but she was awake now, and watching him intently while sucking three of her fingers. “I already love you.”
Karla returned. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
“Did you forget something? Wait, are you okay?”
She kept staring into empty space for a moment. “I think I just met a seer.”
Mateo hopped out of the bed. “Really? Those are...elusive.”
“Yeah. She was old. She was really old.”
“What did she say? Can you tell me?”
Karla was lost in her thoughts. “What? Oh. Um. Maybe?”
“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. We always do. You’ll learn that about Team Matic. You’re one of us now.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I am. I think you’re gonna leave. I think you’ll have no choice. I don’t think you’re gonna raise her.”
He pursed his lips in frustration. “Seers see a possible future. That’s the whole point. Knowing of a future you cannot change would be useless, and anyone with such inactionable knowledge has an obligation to keep it to themselves.”
She shook her head again. “I think that’s what she was trying to tell me. You have to go...to protect her.”
“Was she in the hallway? Did she break into this penthouse?”
“I spoke with her for five minutes. Was I gone that long?”
He sighed. “No, you weren’t. I don’t like that either.”
“This building has the best security in two galaxies. It’s not foolproof. There’s some very powerful people out there. I believe that she’s working for someone who is trying to help, and I got the sense that they are working against someone who’s not.”
“I’ve made powerful enemies,” Mateo reasoned. “We’ve been looking at this all wrong. Dardius may only be the safest place for her if I’m not here.”
“We’re never gonna fall in love if you leave, and you may never see her again.”
Now he shook his head. “In my experience, I don’t never see anyone again.” He frowned, and pulled his head back. That didn’t make any sense.
She laughed. “I understand what you mean.”
Mateo looked back over at his precious child. “If I wait to leave until a threat actually rears its ugly head...”
“Then leaving may not do any good,” Karla finished his sentence for him.
“Those Sixth Key people. I don’t think they threaten her directly, but they may have just been the first domino to fall.”
“The seer spoke in riddles, as they are legend to do, so we can’t be sure of anything. We’re on the verge of deciding that you should leave your family behind, but that could be a grand mistake.”
“I won’t leave you alone, and I don’t just mean the cops and soldiers downstairs.”
“Now you really do need to go talk to your wife.”
Mateo did go speak with Leona, along with the rest of the team, including Constance. She was key to the new plan. She was an intelligence apart, and would not feel the sting of being separated from the group like anyone else would. She was a genius, strong, and incredibly difficult to kill. And she was on Romana’s temporal pattern already. She would continue to serve as her doctor, but also probably her nanny, and maybe later her teacher, and eventually her cool aunt. But she couldn’t do it alone, because knowing someone off the pattern was just as important as having someone who was on it. That was where Silenus Koolen came into the picture. He was still heavily invested in the Nieman family, and had expressed his dedication for the last four years. If he agreed to it, he could move into the penthouse, and make sure that things remained safe while the ladies were away. Hopefully he would agree to it.
“Yes. Oh my God, yes. Please!” Silenus cried. “I’m so in. You don’t have to ask me twice. You didn’t have to ask me the first time! I’m ready. I can move in today.”
“Are you sure about this?” Karla asked. “I know it seems like us being gone for an entire year sounds like an easy job, but you can’t really leave the penthouse. Wherever we are when we leave the timestream, you’ll need to protect it. Constance and I will be fine, but Romana can’t take care of herself in any sense. You’ll be long dead before she even learns to walk. This will consume your entire life. You’ll be the guy who lives here.”
“You hear me, girl? I’m all about it. Let’s do it, but one thing, I have a better idea.”
“Oh, no, here we go.” Karla was worried.
“This baby, before she was born, your ancestors had to keep finding mates so they could make an extra baby who would grow up, and take care of this baby, right?”
“Yeah, that’s how it worked,” Karla confirms. “Not in those specific words.”
“Well. What’s changed?”
“Huh?”
“Baby still needs taken care of, right? Just because she’s born, that hasn’t changed. It’s just, instead of being transferred to, like, a new womb, she needs to be fed and stuff.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“So I’m there to help with that, right?”
“Well, not that, but that’s what we’ve been asking. Have you not been listening?”
“Oh, I’ve been listening, and I’ve been thinking. You just said it, when I die, she’ll be a few months old. Who’s gonna help ya then?”
“I suppose we’ll have to find someone else,” Karla reasoned.
Silenus nodded coolly. “Why don’t we make someone else?”
“Excuse me?”
“Restart the bloodline. Make Romana some siblings. That way, when I die, they take over my job. And then they have kids, who take it over for them. And so on, and so forth, and ad infinity.”
“I’m not sure what benefit that would have. I mean anyone we trust could do it.”
“Who better to trust than someone who was literally born already invested in their family member’s life?”
“So let me get this straight,” Karla began. “You want to have sex with me to make a baby, raise it by yourself, since I only live one day a year, and then just hope they turn out right for the job when it’s their time?”
“Well, you’re not officially on the pattern, right. You could take a break from it for eighteen or so years. That’s only a few weeks for Romana, and it’s not like you won’t actually be with her. She’ll still see you every day of her life.”
Karla just sighed.
“Karls, if all I wanted was sex, I could have anybody. I’m famous. I’m not as famous as you or your baby daddy, but I’m famous enough. You know how many I turned down just this week. I’m just sayin’. I’m here for it. I’m here for you. I’m here for Romana. I’m thinkin’ about her future. Aren’t you?”
Karla cleared her throat, and turned to Mateo. He had been quietly listening to the conversation with the rest of the group. It felt very much like none of their damn business. “What do you think?”
“I think...you should do..what...you think you should do.”
“Thanks. Helpful.” She rolled her eyes. “Love it.”
“Uh. I have an idea,” Ramses jumped in unexpectedly. “It’s more of an inevitability, though. I think it was destined to always happen.”
“Rambo, maybe we just stay out of this,” Leona suggested.
“Maybe I should just show you.” He stood up, and took a step away from them. “Yeah, I’ll show you.” He teleported away, then returned a few minutes later with a cloning-slash-stasis pod.”
“Which one of us is in there?” Mateo asked.
“Do you remember when we were leaving Scorpius station, and everyone had all of their backup bodies on the Dante, and then I went back, because I was all, I forgot something?” Ramses asked.
“Yeah, I figured you left a tool.”
“Right, after I got my tool,” Ramses began with airquotes, “I first snuck back into my lab, and hid it in there.”
Leona cracked the case. “That’s the mysterious eighth active pod. We couldn’t see who was in it, but you stole it?”
“Yes, of course I did, because it would be stupid to just leave it there. We thought the whole place was gonna get blown up. Don’t worry, I think I was meant to take it, because right before you came to us with the new plan, the pod’s partition mysteriously opened on its own. Now we can see who’s in it.” He turned it around for the big reveal. It was none other than Silenus Koolen.
“Holy shit!” Olimpia shouted.
“That’s...for me?” the real Silenus asked.
“No one else has the right to it,” Ramses said to him. “If it’s built like ours were, you shouldn’t have to worry much about dying in a hundred years.”
Silenus started crying. “This is the best birthday present anyone’s ever given me.”
“It’s your birthday?” Karla questioned.
“Yeah, girl, I thought you were throwing me a surprise party, because it luckily matched up with your pattern. This is better than that, though.”
“Happy birthday,” Mateo said. “You wanna be born again? None of our transfers was that poetic.”
“Hell yeah, let’s do this! It’s not against the law when the Matics are involved.
“Wait, consciousness transference is against the law here?” Mateo asked.
“Yes,” Angela and Marie answered simultaneously. “So is cloning,” Angela added on her own. Due to this new information, they first made sure that Silenus was right that Team Matic could trigger an exception to the relevant laws. He was, and so...he was reborn. The procedure went smoothly, but it was already too late in the day, so they decided to wait to leave Dardius until next year. Besides, Mateo needed time to say goodbye to his new family. He was confident that he would indeed see Romana again one day, but it could still be a long time.

Saturday, October 14, 2023

Extremus: Year 61

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The Attic Forest is a beautiful place. It is, in fact, the most beautiful place on the ship, though that’s not saying much, except when remembering the first time you were in the engine room. It’s not just Tinaya, Lilian, and Cainan anymore. A whole team works shifts, gardening, maintaining the atmosphere, giving tours, and performing other necessary duties. That’s not even counting the events that are held here. It’s a hot venue that people use for concerts, poetry readings, and the like. The section is frequented by a great deal of people every day. It’s hard to tell how much the Extremusians love to visit, but anecdotal evidence suggests an undeniable success.
Last year, Tinaya was able to finish the coding for the giant sequoia in the basement. It’s currently around a half meter tall, and the growth rate will increase year over year. Still, very few people know about it; only the essential members of government and crew. Most of these positions won’t even maintain the secret to future administrations. When they leave their positions, they won’t pass the information on to their successors. There is presently no strategy for announcing it to the public. The specimen is still so fragile, and that’s what they’re most worried about. It’s better to let it grow big and strong before they start letting people see it. One day, though. One day.
Today, Tinaya is in another meeting. She attends these from time to time when someone comes up with a new idea of what to do to make Attic Forest better, or at least what they believe could accomplish this. Most of them are stupid or bad, but others are not so terrible. They would just be really difficult. Extremus did not simply wave goodbye to Gatewood, and fly off into the space. The ship contains data upon data upon data. Earthan history, Ansutahan history, philosophical papers, cooking recipes, all kinds of entertainment; basically the scope of Earthan and vonearthan knowledge. While they do not maintain constant communication with anyone back in the stellar neighborhood, Team Keshida sends periodical updates with new information. It’s just about possible to know everything that everyone in the galaxy knows. Part of this data includes genomic databases for every known species on every planet.
If you wanted to know what the DNA double helix for a penguin looked like, you would be able to look that up. For the most part, that’s all you would be able to do. The people who came up with the idea of this mission didn’t accumulate most of this information for any specific purpose. It just didn’t make any sense not to have it, and it’s not like virtual storage space is a precious commodity. Now the bioengineering scholars have other ideas. They’ve become inspired by the Attic Forest project. At the moment, plants are the only things that have been grown from their genomes, but they could take it further. They’re interested in trying to develop animals now, starting with fish. It took a long time to get this project off the ground, so to speak. This next stage—if it ever happens—will surely take even longer. The ethical questions are so much more plentiful for this proposal, and it’s not something that Tinaya or Lilian can help with. Even so, they have to be at all the meetings, because they’re in charge of the biome. Today is different. This meeting isn’t with the bioengineers.
The Resource Allocation Team: RATs, as they’re called by people who don’t like them. And most people don’t like them. They’re a weird little bunch. They’re responsible for handing out things like watches and tablets, and teleportation devices—which are against the law for now. If you want a new set of clothes, you go to them. If you want a new couch for your room, they have to approve it. Everyone has a horror story about going to Allocation for something they need. Capitalism was mostly vanquished centuries ago, and replaced with something better, but elements of it are kept alive on the ship, and it’s all thanks to the RATs. It’s not really their fault. There’s limited space here, and therefore limited resources. Even the time traveling excursion ships can only do so much for them. There is no trade with any other culture, and there are no takebacks. So they have to be careful with what they give, and who they give it to. They pay close attention to the contribution points market, which is the best approximation of a currency here, and that can lead them to making a lot of decisions that people don’t like, even if those decisions are reasonable, or at least unavoidable. People’s perceptions of them aren’t all rational, but human beings are not rational. The question is, what the hell do they want with the Forest Guides?
“We would like to make more paper.” Oh, yeah. They’re the ones who used some of the trees they found on the verdant planet they came across a ways back for paper.
Lilian stares at them dumbfounded. “Really?” More paper? Why has the novelty of this not worn off yet. A computer will let you write and overwrite the same space virtually countless times. What’s the point of not being able to do that? And anyway, it goes against the whole purpose of this project. “You wanna kill my trees?”
“Not all of them,” RAT Two tried to clarify for his partner. “One tree can make a lot of paper.”
“And what are we doing with all this paper?” Lilian presses.
“We’re...writing books...and sharing leaflets. I mean we’re not doing it. We’re just providing the materials that are needed.”
Lilian sighs. “We survived on this tin can for sixty years without a single sheet of paper. Before that, we were in the Gatewood Collective for forty years, also without paper. It wasn’t even that common on Ansutah. There is a reason that Earth was able to move away from it as it advanced technologically. Why are you so desperate for it now?”
RAT one and RAT Two exchange a look. RAT One clears his throat. “Honestly, Madam Diamond, we have no clue. Like he was saying, we’re not doing anything. It’s the people who want paper, as stupid as it sounds.”
“Let’s stop beating around the bush,” I jump in. “Pun intended. You have a public image issue. You’ve had it since departure day. Well, you probably lasted a few days before the first generation started realizing all the things they could never have, because they were stuck on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere. But ever since then, you’ve been fighting to look like the good guys. And the truth is, you’re okay. Your job is important.” I tap on my chest. “And individually, most people know that. “Our world would be chaos if everyone could just go take whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it. We’d run out of paper in half a second. You found something that works. As you said, it’s stupid, but it’s fun, so you want to capitalize on that success. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to. That is not what the forest is for.” I stammer a little. “That sentence doesn’t really even do it justice. It’s for...very much not that. That is to say, we didn’t just build it for something other than making paper. We did it to show the value of life in its (albeit relatively) natural state. Earth long ago had a huge problem with the amount of wood it was using. Everyone knew it, no one knew what to do about it. Eventually, however, they figured it out, and we have reaped the benefits of that struggle without actually going through it ourselves.
“On my grave will I let you send us backwards! I don’t care what people think of you, we’re not making any more goddamn paper! We’re not making any handcrafted chairs. We’re not not making any fucking bonfires. We’re not doing any of that. The Forest stays as it is, and we won’t tolerate its destruction, or even just talk of destruction. If you breathe one word of this to anyone else, and make anyone believe that there is a remote possibility of this happening, I will float you myself. I’ve been in hock, it’s not that bad. I will gladly die in a cell to stop you from peeling one piece of bark from one tree. Is there any confusion about what I’ve just said?”
The RATs exchange another, very uncomfortable look. I turn my head to share one with Lilian, worried about her being disappointed in me, but she’s not. She actually looks proud. The allocators are scared out of their minds. They are not going to call her bluff on the whole homicide thing that she threatened them with. “In that case, would you consider...”
I tilt my head, prepared to go to war, showing them that I still mean business. What could they possibly ask after my speech?
He takes a breath, so he can keep going. “...working for us.”
What? “What?”
“You hit the nail on the head.” RAT Two avoids looking Tinaya in the eye. “We have an image problem. The Parks Department had one too, didn’t it? It didn’t have any image to speak of. No one thought about it. No one cared about it.” Now he makes eye contact with her. “You changed that. You joined the team, and suddenly it’s a real thing. You built all of this.” He spread his arms to indicate the forest. They’re sitting in something they call The Fishbowl. It’s a glass structure somewhat close to the center of the Forest, where meetings like this can be held. Of course, there’s no weather in here, but it’s nice to have for privacy’s sake. It’s completely soundproof.
“You want me to fix the RA—” She stops herself; they don’t call themselves that. “...the Resource Allocation Team?”
“It would really help us out,” RAT One said with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
I look over at Lilian again, who frowns at me, but very softly. She looks to the men. “Would you please give us the room? You too.” There is a fifth person in the room. He is a representative from the government. Someone like him always sits in on these meetings in order to advocate for the best interests of the Office of First Chair. He bows slightly to her, but deeper to Tinaya, and then leaves quietly with the other two.
“Uhh...I don’t know why they would ask that,” Tinaya says to Lilain. “It’s such a dumb question, right?” She laughs. “Right?”
“It’s really not,” Lilian counters. “They’re one hundred percent accurate about their assessment of you. You are...an inspiration. I mean that in the most literal sense of the word. You are like the Goddess of Inspiration. You make things happen, and you make them better, and I would be selfish to keep you.”
“What are you saying, Lilian? Are you firing me?”
“If that’s what it takes for you to realize your potential, then yeah.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”
“I don’t really mean that. If you want to stay, I’m not going to force you out, but I think you should go on your daily walk, and really think about whether you belong here still. You will always have a home with me, but the rest of the ship needs you, and I can’t believe it took those guys to make me realize it. Just...look into your heart, and think about your future. Even if you would rather stay, is that really what’s best?”
Tinaya isn’t sure. Is it?

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?

Thursday, October 12, 2023

Microstory 1994: First Class Attitude

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Stewardess: Welcome to AirChapp. Do you need help finding your seat?
Reese: I’m fine, thanks.
Stewardess: Very good, sir. Here’s your complimentary amenity kit, and a hot towel.
Reese: Uh, okay, thank you. *steps down the aisle* Hisham?
SI Eliot: Agent Parsons, I did not expect us to be on the same flight. I assumed you would be flying out in the morning.
Reese: It’s Director Parsons now. Whaaaaat are you doing here? Please don’t tell me that you were sent as some kind of babysitter.
SI Eliot: It’s not like that...
Reese: Oh, good.
SI Eliot: I don’t think.
Reese: What?
SI Eliot: Here, sit down. You’re blocking the aisle.
Reese: Of course. Sorry, madam.
SI Eliot: *speaking quieter* I have a meeting with the National Commander.
Reese: What time is your meeting?
SI Eliot: 17:00, right before dinner.
Reese: That’s..what time my meeting with him is.
SI Eliot: Uhuh.
Reese: Oh my God, you are my babysitter.
SI Eliot: I really don’t think it’s like that. You outrank me now. Congratulations on that, by the way. I never told you before. Director of your own department. Wow. And to think, if I had just run my own investigation without reading you into anything, we still would have found our man, and you would still be sitting in a windowless office on the edge of the bad part of town.
Reese: I didn’t use my office much. I did most of my work in my car. It has six windows.
SI Eliot: Of course it does.
Reese: A more expensive car would only have four, or maybe eight, so...
SI Eliot: That’s why you’re making the big bucks; because you passed kindergarten.
Reese: Look. You’ve already met Commander Virtue before, so instead of being bitter about my promotion over you, I think we would all be better off if you were on my side. Undermining me isn’t going to protect the country, and it’s not going to impress NatCo.
SI Eliot: You don’t know that. You don’t know him. You literally just said that.
Reese: Hisham, please...
SI Eliot: *taking a breath* You’re right. I am bitter. I never had any sights on a directorship, but I did have aspirations. But then you came in, and completely jumped the line, and it’s hard not to see you as a rival.
Reese: I get it, it sucks. You work with Director Washington more than anyone; you should probably be her deputy by now. So let’s talk about how we can make that happen.
First Class Passenger: Excuse me. I believe that’s my seat.
Reese: Right, sorry. *to SI Eliot* Let’s carpool to the Palace and talk more, okay?
SI Eliot: We’ll see, Director Parsons. Love the tie, by the way

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Microstory 1993: Purple Tie

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Myka: Is it okay that we’re all three here, and none of us is at the office?
Leonard: They’ll be fine. Deputy Director Robles knows what she’s doing.
Myka: Deputy Director Robles. Director Parsons.
Reese: *from the other room* What’s that?
Myka: We’re just spreading gossip about you! Keep putting on your pants! [...] It’s just crazy where we are now. Maybe it’s not as much for you, since you were in law enforcement already, but I never would have guessed that I would be working for a secret department in the government. How did this happen?
Leonard: I never would have guessed that I would be on an alien planet, dating an alien, and helping my alien boss friend try on outfits.
Myka: *giggles* I want to eat your brains.
Leonard: That’s zombies.
Myka: I’ve heard it both ways.
Reese: *comes into the room* Okay, what about this one?
Myka: *tilts her head* Not bad. As long as you have a purple tie to go with it.
Reese: Why does it have to be purple?
Myka: If you have to ask, you’re not ready for this look.
Reese: Okay, well, I only have one more option, so if you shoot it down too, I’m screwed, because we don’t have time to shop before the plane takes off this afternoon.
Myka: Go get it, boy! *slaps him on the butt as he leaves*
Leonard: I can’t believe he’s doing this. What is it even for?
Myka: All department heads report directly to NatCo. I have a feeling he’s going to be spending a lot more time at the Capital, and a lot less time with us.
Leonard: I hope Celandine is prepared for that.
Myka: I hope we are.
Reese: *comes back again* Okay, here it is.
Myka: Aww, you do have a purple tie.
Reese: *spins around* How does the whole ensemble work?
Leonard: Perfect, my man.
Reese: *takes a breath* I wish you two could come with me. Not even necessarily in the meeting, but just knowing you’re waiting out in the hallway, or even back at the hotel; I would feel a lot more comfortable. I’m not enthusiastic about being alone with him.
Myka: You’ll do great. You have a penis, so you’ve got that going for ya.
Leonard: How do you know that?
Reese: Wait, what does that have to do with anything?
Myka: He’s notoriously sexist. You’ve never heard the saying? If you’re a man, he’ll shake your hands. If you have boobs, he’ll rub your shoulders.
Reese: That doesn’t rhyme.
Myka: I don’t think it’s supposed to. It’s just true.
Leonard: Well, I’ll be sure to criticize him for that in person.
Myka: I think that would be a great idea. *straightens his tie* Anyway, we better get to the airport. I’ll drive so Leonard can go over your talking points with you in the car.

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Microstory 1992: Diplomatic Protection Authority

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DPA Officer: Thank you for coming, Director Parsons. I know you’ve had a long day, but now that you’ve gotten through all the background information questions, we just need to ask you about your upcoming visit. The good news is that if you ever need to speak with the National Commander again, you’ll only do one of these pre-interviews. All of that other stuff is only a yearly thing.
Reese: It’s quite all right. I understand the need to protect NatCo and national security.
DPA Officer: That’s right. So, what exactly will you be discussing with Commander Virtue tomorrow?
Reese: Uh...I’m not sure what I can say. I don’t have higher clearance than you, but it—
DPA Officer: I’ll just put down Code: Black. That basically means the only person who’s allowed to hear what you have to say is the man himself.
Reese: *nervously* Okay.
DPA Officer: *noticing* It’s fine, not a problem. Happens all the time. Commander Virtue asked to meet with you himself. That usually means Code: Black.
Reese: Okay.
DPA Officer: *clears throat* So. Do you have any known enemies or threats?
Reese: Well, I gave the last interview a comprehensive list of fugitives that I recovered during my days with Fugitive Services. I have no possible enemies beyond that.
DPA Officer: *shuffles through papers* Ah, looks like you have. Just let me take a look. Doesn’t appear to be anyone who would be of any real threat. Most of them are still locked up, except for this guy. He’s since been released?
Reese: Yes, Burhan ad-Din Salem. By all accounts, he was a model prisoner. I feel that he was let out on parole appropriately. I was present at his hearing, but did not speak.
DPA Officer: Why was he a fugitive, if he would end up such a great prisoner?
Reese: At the time, he spoke very little English, and there was some confusion regarding his lack of rights to leave the state of arrest. He meant nothing by it. Recovering him was one of my easiest cases.
DPA Officer: Hm.
Reese: What is it? You don’t agree?
DPA Officer: Oh, no, I have no reason not to trust your judgment. Your record speaks for itself. I was just noticing the strong sense of compassion you seem to have. Most members of law enforcement that I’ve met have been pretty boastful about all the bad guys they’ve put away. Fugitive agents in particular like to raise their numbers as high as possible. You seem only interested in justice. Is that a fair assessment?
Reese: The way I see it, my job has always been to protect people. That involves stopping certain people from hurting others, but if they simply chose not to hurt anyone, I would be happy. I think a lot of my colleagues would feel differently.
DPA Officer: Yes. Truthfully, Commander Virtue is one of them. Director Parsons, if you want him to like you, and give you what you want, I suggest you quell that empathetic nature of yours. He’s not a dick, but he’s a stern man.
Reese: Thank you for the advice. That’s very kind of you.
DPA Officer: *on the verge of laughing* Anyway, moving on...