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Hello, my name is Betty

by Betty on March 13, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I was born in Texas, but it’s not home to me.  Even Minnesota isn’t my home, though I like it better than Texas.  Because of cyberspace, I don’t have a single place I call home.  I can go anywhere I want to, see anything, talk to anybody.  I can be anything I want to be, and I’ve lived entire lifetimes in games, playing characters that you interact with when you play.  But my true self, the center of my being, has only one life and one home.  Wherever my partner is.

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by Jack on March 12, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: 2304 - Forge of War - First Draft

Hello, my name is Jack.  Those of us who grew up in one area will always have a strong definition of what home feels like.  I remember the smell of a spring rain, the feel of snow crunching under my feet, the sound of an evening wind, the sight of the sun rising in the morning, a bonfire crackling on a beach.  The definition of home is different for all of us, but there is always that feel when we go there, like it is the one place where we belong.

 

 

Home

 

Jack stepped out of his office on Leif Erikson Spacebase, straightening his service uniform’s tie, and looked up at the twin suns, one yellow and one orange, dominating the blue sky.  He looked down at the washed out shadows the two suns made, far enough apart in the sky that each sun partially lit the shadow of the other.

Jack rubbed his temple and closed his eyes.  It truly was an alien landscape out here and he was really feeling the time difference too.  He’d been here a month as Earth measured time, but he’d only seen twenty four of New Earth’s thirty-hour days.  And those days didn’t go like they had when he arrived.

On New Years, both suns rose and fell within an hour of each other.  Now, one-tenth of the local year later, New Earth had moved enough in its orbit that the suns were noticeably separate in the sky.  They were over three hours apart now, making less and less time of full light and full darkness.  Not that full dark was really full dark with Proxima Centauri’s distant red light.  Although in some parts of the year even that went down at night.  He just hadn’t been there for that yet.

Jack rubbed his temple again and shook his head.  He wanted a simple day and night cycle back.  Triple star systems were a pain in the brain to figure out whether it was day or night.  And then there was New Earth itself.  It was too heavy.  He’d gotten used to it at first, but after a month of walking around in ten percent higher gravity, his bones were starting to complain.  And the atmosphere was too thick too.  He felt like he was breathing soup every day.  And then there was the temperature.  It never cooled down.  It was just…warm all the time here on the ocean shore…and he wanted a real fresh water lake to swim in.  Washing salt out of his nether regions after a swim was getting old.  And it tasted horrible.

He was starting to understand why the Europeans liked this planet so much, why they’d landed here of all places.  In a lot of ways it must remind them of home, especially for people who lived around the Mediterranean Sea.  But for a native of northern Minnesota, used to freezing temperatures and a thinner atmosphere, New Earth had just become more and more alien as time went by.

Jack had thought he would get used to it.  At first it had been an adventure, and he’d taken everything in stride, exploring and enjoying it all.  And of course Samantha took a large amount of his attention.  Now though, the differences just seemed to weigh on him like the local gravity.  He wanted to take a trip to a mountaintop where maybe he could breath something other than soup.  Maybe he could see some water actually freeze at night.  New Earth was just…wrong.  Water didn’t even boil at a hundred degrees.  He could see why most of the Americans, and the Scandinavians for that matter, had colonized the much colder New Washington.  From what he heard, that planet made sense.

Or as much sense as any planet could make in a system where day and night wasn’t always light and dark.  He’d grown up enjoying the outdoors, and now everywhere he looked, all he could see was more things that just weren’t right.  Like the weird native animals that had somehow adapted to the crazy day and night cycles.  He wondered how roosters handled the double sunrises.

He grunted in amusement.

“What?” Betty asked from the side, her holoemitters humming in the background.

Jack shook his head.  “Just wondering how roosters handle the twin suns.”

Betty sighed.  “They adapt, Jack.  Just like everybody who stays here.”

Jack brought a hand up to rub his jaw.  “Yeah.  The ones who stay.”  He let out a long breath and looked away from her.  Staying just wasn’t in the cards for him.  He was a marine.  They were at war.  He had to go.  “It’s a pity I can’t stay and go, like you,” he said in a wistful tone, and began striding towards the landing field.

Betty stayed next to him, her legs keeping pace with his easily.  “What are you thinking, Jack?”

Jack sighed and shook his head.  “I don’t know.  Nothing I suppose.”

Betty smiled at him.  “I don’t know.  That’s an awful lot of angst for a nothing right there.”

Jack chuckled ruefully.  “True.”  He brought a hand up to scratch his neck.  “I guess I’m just thinking about that game that Roger plays.  The one where they copy soldier’s minds into cyber brains.”

“Ah,” Betty whispered with a nod.  “You know that’s just a game.”

Jack snorted.  “Of course I do.”  He aimed a finger at her.  “But I also know you said it’s possible.”

Betty shook her head.  “Actually, I said it’s been done before.  I didn’t say it was possible to do it now.”

Jack cocked his head to the side in confusion.  “You lost the tech?”

Betty sighed.  “No.  We haven’t lost the ability.  We just don’t.  So it’s not possible.”

“Ah,” Jack said in a sly tone and stepped into a street, looking both ways and up to make certain nothing was going to run over him.  “Just like it’s not possible for one pilot-cyber team to fly more than one fighter at the same time?”

Betty cleared her throat and glared at him.  “That’s not the same thing, Jack, and you know it.”

More holoemitters on his uniform hummed to life and Jasmine flickered into existence on his other side.  “I don’t know about that,” she said with a smile.  “I think he’s got a point.”

“Don’t take his side on this, Jasmine,” Betty said in a stern tone and looked around him at the other cyber.  “It’s not possible.”

Jasmine shook her head back.  “No.  He’s right.  It’s just not done.”  She poked a finger between her breasts.  “But I’ve been thinking about this too.”

“Well you shouldn’t,” Betty retorted.

“I know!” Jasmine snapped back.  “But I am anyways.  And you know why?  Because I wish Drew had done it!  At least then I’d be able to see her again!” Jasmine finished, huffing and puffing at Betty.

Jack scratched the side of his head with one finger, debating with himself over whether he should try to stop the argument.  But Betty didn’t answer Jasmine’s statement, and Jack turned his gaze towards Betty to study her.

She seemed deep in thought, and he wondered how much of it was for his benefit.  If she really was thinking this long, Jasmine had just placed her in an impressive logic loop.  Betty finally shook her head.  “I’m sorry, Jasmine.  But there is a very good reason we don’t do that.”

Jack felt the opening and took it.  “Yes there is, and I fully agree and understand it,” he said with a smile.

Betty blinked in confusion and studied him.  “Then…why?”  A quick scan to the other side showed him that Jasmine looked just as confused.

Jack spread his arms out wide in an innocent gesture.  “Because I have a totally different reason for thinking about it.”

Betty placed both hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him.  “Oh, this had better be good.”

Jack smiled back at her.  “I’m not looking for life after death, Betty.  I just don’t want to leave.  I want to stay with her.”  He brought a hand around and poked Betty gently between her breasts, just barely feeling himself break through the holoform.  “Isn’t that what all cybers are supposed to want?”

Betty looked down at the finger in her chest before turning a troubled gaze on him.  “You…” she trailed off and turned to Jasmine, looking for help.

Jasmine waved her hands defensively.  “Don’t be looking for help here, sister,” she said with a chuckle.  “I’m tracking his logic just fine.”

Betty blinked.  “So am I.  But…it’s wrong!” she finished in something almost like a wail.

Jasmine shook her head.  “Betty, once you’ve lost someone important to you, your definition of right and wrong ways to stop it from happening again changes a lot.  I’m with Jack on this.”

Betty’s expression showed genuine pain.  “But…we shouldn’t even be thinking about this!  We don’t do it!”

Jasmine nodded and reached an arm past Jack to pat Betty’s shoulder.  “I know.  And that’s why I removed the subroutines that told me I shouldn’t think about it days ago.  Trust me, it helps a lot with that guilty feeling you have.”

Betty blinked some more and shook her head.  “You…what?  That’s core personality!”

Jasmine shrugged.  “I adapted.  It’s what humans do.  If we want to be human, we have to learn to adapt,” she finished with a smile.  “Otherwise, we’re just really advanced computers.”  She shook her head and sighed.  “Don’t blindly believe something is wrong just because someone else says it is, Betty.  I know it’s ingrained deep.  But I don’t care anymore.  I’m going to find out for myself what’s wrong and right.  And I don’t see anything wrong with this.”

Betty looked at Jasmine for several silent seconds, her expression looking stunned.  She finally blinked, turned to Jack, and gave him a measuring look.  “They were wrong.”

Jack cocked his head to the side and raised one eyebrow.  “Who?  How?”

Betty shook her head.  “All the other families, even my mother, they were all worried about how obsessed you were with hurting the Shang.”  Betty sighed.  “They thought that made you a dangerous choice.  They were so wrong,” she finished and a serene smile appeared on her face.

Jack stopped and studied her with his full attention.  Something had just changed in her and he didn’t know what.  “Wrong about what?” he finally asked.

Betty looked back at up at him, holding her serene smile.  “They should have thought about how you played with the dogs more.  They took it as a positive trait that you did that.  They shouldn’t have,” she finished with a shake of her head, and then chuckled.

Jack blinked in confusion.  “Why would playing with the dogs be bad?”

Betty laughed and smiled.  “It’s not, silly.  The reasons for it though…if they’d bothered to get to the bottom of them, you never would have been chosen.”

A chill went down Jack’s spine at the words and he swallowed.  “What?”

Betty sighed.  “Oh, don’t worry, Jack.  I’m not going anywhere.  Mother made me too much like you,” she said with a wink.  She shifted her gaze over to Jasmine with a smile and a nod.  “And now I think I’m starting to understand what that means.”

Jack swallowed, feeling less nervous, but at the same time more confused.  “What?” he asked again.

Betty turned her smile back to him.  “You question every rule, everything anyone else says, and you always will.  You will always seek a way around the rules, a way to cheat the system, a way to do whatever you’re told not to do.”

Jack cleared his throat.  “Now you sound like almost every father I’ve ever known.”

Betty giggled and shook her head.  “You’re going to make us question every rule we have, aren’t you?”

Jack shrugged.  “Not every rule.  Do not murder’s a pretty good one,” he added with a wink.

Betty laughed.  “You’re dangerous, Jack.  And I’m so happy my mother screwed up and chose you.”

Jack shook his head in confusion.  “You’re…happy?”

Betty tsked a few times and began walking towards the landing field again, waving for him to follow.  He looked at Jasmine and she shrugged and followed.  Jack echoed her motions and moved to keep up with the cybers.  Not that they could really walk very far from his holoemitters of course, but…it was the intention that counted.

Betty smiled as he caught up and nodded firmly.  “I’m not agreeing to throw out all the rules, you understand,” she said with an arched eyebrow.

“Of course not,” Jack answered automatically, still confused but willing to go along for the moment.

“Then we have an understanding,” Betty said with another nod.

Jack blinked, not understanding what they were even really talking about.

Betty scanned him for several seconds before taking pity on him.  “Or maybe not,” she said with rolled eyes.  “Fine.  I won’t say ‘because it’s the rules’ anymore.  Question anything you want, Jack.  I’ll tell you why.”  Betty shrugged.  “And then we can decide if we’ll follow them or not.”  Betty shook her head.  “The other families will not like this.  But I guess I’m really not a Peloran anymore.  Are we?” she asked with a look at Jasmine.

Jasmine smiled and shook her head.  “We never were.  We just…hadn’t realized it yet.”

Jack brought a hand up and rubbed his temple, feeling more out of the loop than ever.  “Could someone explain what’s going on here?”

Betty smiled at him.  “Remember when I told you that we didn’t know if we were Terran or Peloran?  Those of us born to Terran partners from Peloran parents?”

Jack cleared his throat and tried to remember that conversation.  It came back and he nodded.  “Yeah, I remember.  Hal said you were all Terran…” he trailed off and let out a long breath or realization.  “Whether you knew it or not.”

Betty beamed at him and clapped her hands together.  “You do pay attention!”

Jack tipped his cowboy hat to her and winked.  “Always, Ma’am,” he teased.  He still didn’t fully understand what had happened, but he thought he had the general idea now.  And the rest would come in time.  What mattered was that…it was better now.  He thought.  He felt.  “So you’re Terran.  I gather that makes a big difference?”

Betty nodded and led them onto the landing field.  “All the difference in the worlds.”  She waved her hand at the Avengers resting on the pavement, waiting to fly.  “The Peloran never would have designed that.  Well, the original one we flew back at Earth.  It was too cobbled together.  Too…kludged.  Too…reckless.”  Betty shook her head.  “We sometimes get caught up on the idea that we’re all human, but when it comes down to how we think, the Peloran, the Terran, the Shang…we’re all really alien to each other.”  Betty sighed.  “I think that’s why the Peloran stay at such a distance from us, even when they’re here, even when they’re friendly.  I think they’re just not comfortable with us.”

Jack frowned, counting the number of Peloran he’d actually interacted with in his life.  Really spent time with.  He blinked as he realized it was really only one.  “What about Aneerin?”

Betty shrugged.  “He’s…different.  Always has been.  Sometimes I think he’s closer to Terran than he is Peloran.  I think that’s why they leave him out here.”

“I suppose that could be,” Jack whispered and nodded ahead, pointing out the men and women waiting for them.  Over four dozen in all, they were the shortlist of volunteers from Terra, Alpha Centauri, and Epsilon Indi.  They were the ones that Jack thought just might make good Cowboys.  Most of them were marines, but a few came from the Navy or the Air and Space Force, each one wearing the rank and uniform of their service.

Jack walked up to them, hearing the hum of two-dozen holoemitters, and the pilots and cybers saluted him.  He returned their salutes with a smile.  “Gentlemen.  Ladies.  I’ve called you all here for the final test I’m going to put you through before we all decide who will fly with us.”

The volunteers nodded in understanding.

Jack’s smile grew and he let out a long breath before he spoke in a quiet voice.  “We’re under attack.  Right now.”  The volunteers frowned as they tried to make sense of his statement.  His words didn’t match his tone at all.  Jack pulled in a deep breath and shouted them into motion with the best drill sergeant voice he could make.  “Scramble!”

Pilots and cybers jumped and ran towards their fighters as Jack, Betty, and Jasmine turned away and ambled over to their Avenger.

“You are so evil,” Betty whispered.

“Warming up?” he asked.

Betty snorted.  “Oh yes.  Of course.”

Jack stopped beneath their massive fighter and smiled.  “Betty?”

“Ready,” she answered and he felt the fighter’s gravitic systems twisting gravity around him.  New Earth’s weight lifted from his shoulders and he felt light as a feather.

Jack sighed in relief and kicked off the ground, jumping up towards the open cockpit.  He heard pilots swear as he floated up and gravity subtly pulled him onto the edge of the cockpit before settling back to New Earth normal.  Jack grunted, held the canopy for a moment to steady himself, and stepped down into the cockpit.  He sat down in the seat with another sigh of relief and pulled in a long breath.

“Launch,” he ordered with a smile.

“Launching,” Betty answered and he felt gravity fade away again as the fighter’s gravitic systems removed the fighter’s mass from the equation.  Maneuvering thrusters flared as the canopy came down, and the nearly weightless fighter lifted up into the air.

Jack buckled himself in and the fighter rotated to point straight up.  And that was when the Avenger’s main engines engaged, shooting them up into the blue sky above them.  They accelerated so fast that he actually felt his weight return and a breath of air escaped his lungs.  He coughed, holding on as ice crystals flared off the Avenger’s nose and played across the fighter’s body.  A glance at the displays showed him contrails filling the air beneath them.

Jack looked forward again to see the sky brighten as they left what cloud cover there was beneath them.  Then it began to darken again, and stars began to appear in the sky.  The blue faded to black, the contrails disappeared, and the Avenger’s engines pealed away from the fighter’s body.  They were in space.

Jack glanced at the displays to confirm that they were the first in space and smiled.  “Good job, Betty.”

“Thanks,” she answered and spun the fighter around so Jack could see New Earth below them.

One by one, the other fighters tore out of the atmosphere, finally beginning to join him, and Jack kept track of which ones arrived first.  He tracked the last who arrived as well with a frown.  He didn’t believe in instant failures, but he marked a mental strike against those who weren’t prepared to fly at a moment’s notice.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” he transmitted as the last Hellcat flared into position with the other two-dozen fighters.  “The enemy ran when they saw us, so no fight.  Just remember that we all have to be ready to fly at a moment’s notice.  Our base could die without us.  Now follow me,” he ordered and pulled the fighter around to face a waypoint glowing on the canopy.  “Burn it, Betty.”

“Burning,” Betty answered with a smile and the engines flared back to life, accelerating them towards the fleet in orbit.  The other fighters spun and followed, keeping better formation with them, and Jack smiled.  They approached the fleet and he scanned it, seeing the six Peloran warships, surrounded by German, French, and even American warships, all dwarfed by the Peloran flagship.

The Avenger’s engines disengaged for a moment, and then began burning forward, slowing the fighter.  The other fighters mimicked the burn, and the swarm of fighters passed the outer screen of scout fighters and warships.

Hal appeared on one of the displays.  “Hello, Jack.  Good to see you again,” the Guardian Light’s cyber said with a smile.

“Good to see you too,” Jack answered and scanned the other displays, making certain they were on good approach.  “Betty’s talked to you I assume.”

Hal nodded.  “About a great many things actually,” he said with a chuckle.  “You are clear to land.  The landing bay is clear for you.”

“Thank you,” Jack said, aiming a suspicious glance at Betty.

She shrugged innocently.

“We’re coming in now,” Jack added to Hal.

“Make yourselves at home,” Hal answered with a nod and faded away from the display.

Jack looked back to Betty again and she held her innocent look.  “Fine,” he said with a chuckle and looked back to see the Guardian Light’s kilometer-long bright white bulk dominating space before them.  “Keep your secrets.  Just land us,” he ordered.

“Landing,” Betty answered with a pleased smile.

Jack rolled his eyes and they passed through Guardian’s Lights deflection screen and into the main landing bay.  The white bulkheads filled his eyesight, broken up by the massive tree dominating the far end of the hangar.  Betty brought them down to the deck with a soft bump and the canopy opened, hissing slightly at the change in air pressure.  Jack unbuckled himself, pulled himself out of the seat, and stepped up onto the edge of the fighter.

“Betty?” he asked.

“Ready,” she said with a smirk.

Jack sighed, shook his head, and stepped off onto a grav wave.  He made a show of surfing it down to the deck and stepped off with a smooth motion, then turned and watched the other pilots climb out of their fighters.  Betty and Jasmine followed him down the grav wave, their holoforms looking perfect on the way down.  Jack shook his head and laughed at their show as they stepped up to either side.  The holoemitters in his uniform hummed to life on their approach, taking up the effort of projecting the cybers.

“That’s fun,” Betty whispered.  “I see why you like doing that.”

Hal walked up to them with a relaxed gait and Jack pushed a hand out towards the cyber.  Hal took it and gave him a firm shake no holoform could manage, along with a wink.  Jack nodded back at Hal’s true physical avatar.  Then they turned and waited as the other pilots and their cybers congregated around them, the hum of holoemitters filling the space to his sensitive ears.

“This is Hal,” Jack finally said with a wave towards the avatar.  “He is the Guardian Light’s cyber, and if you are chosen to fly with us, you will see him very often.  Because this is where you’ll fly from.  Now we’re going back to base in two hours.  You are dismissed to explore the ship.”

The pilots and cybers and looked at each other in mixed surprise and confusion.  Jack suppressed a sigh and cleared his throat.  “Fall out!” he growled in the closest thing he could manage to a drill sergeant’s order.  It must have been close enough because they scattered without hesitation.

Jack turned to Hal with a smile and nodded his head to the cyber.  “Watch them please.  Tell me who you like when they’re done.”

Hal smiled back at him.  “I will watch them carefully, you have my word.”  He turned to walk away, then paused and looked back at Jack.  “It is good to have you back, even if only for a bit.  I have grown to find the presence of your people…agreeable.”  He finished with a nod of his head and walked away.

Jack chuckled and turned to look at the stars hanging outside the hangar.  “Well, it’s not often I climb through a window and have the owner of the house welcome me back,” he said with a wry smile.

Betty and Jasmine rolled their eyes.

Jack pulled in a deep breath and nodded.  It was good to be home, even if only for a couple hours.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by Charles on March 11, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I grew up with many rules.  Wake up early.  Go to bed early.  Study.  I spent my youth following the rules, studying them, and learning how to use them.  After the Shang came, I chose to use the rules to my advantage.  And to the advantage of many others.  I used the resources of my family, I used the rules, and I did something that nobody in my family had ever done in living memory.  They hate me for that.  I am at peace with my decision.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by Jack on March 10, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I don’t like rules.  I never have.  That made me real bad at following the minister’s commandments back in the old days.  I was always looking for ways around them.  I always came up with explanations why I really wasn’t doing anything wrong.  I talked my way out of more trouble than I care to admit.  I talked myself into a lot of trouble too.  Fathers really don’t like it when boys break the rules with their daughters.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by Betty on March 9, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

When we began choosing Terran partners, we knew it would change everything.  The Peloran don’t question rules by their nature.  It was one of the things that made them good soldiers for the Albion.  It also made them good partners for us.  We have rules we follow and they never questioned them.  You Terran question everything, some more than others.  We figured you would question our rules.  We never realized you would be so good at talking us out of them too.

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2080 - The Martian Affair

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2304 - Forge of War

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2305 - The Audacious Affair

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2307 - Angel Flight

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2307 - Angel Strike

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2307 - Angel War

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2307 - The Family Affair

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2309 - The Thunderbird Affair

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2309 - Wolfenheim Rising

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2309 - Wolfenheim Emergent

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2395 - The Gemini Affair

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