Every time I go to them, I see recognition in their eyes. I see them come back from wherever they are, and I hear my name on their lips as they smile and hug me. Then they grab a toy or bag of toys out of a drawer and hand it to me. We go drink some beer, maybe eat some nachos. Maybe go to a movie and have some popcorn. Walk around a mall and shop for shoes. They are the girls next door I grew up with. Rosalie and Rosalind. And then the secrets of the universe start calling out to them again and they… go away. I wonder sometimes if they will stop coming back to me, but they say they like being who they are when I am with them. That is why I continue to come for them. They are my best friends, and I like making them happy. And those amazing toys…
I hear people say Rosalie and Rosalind are gone. They went too far and got lost. They can’t find their way back to us. People are wrong. Yes, they are in their own little world, speaking their own private languages that nobody understands, doing things that nobody can imagine. Most of the time we can’t even see what they are working on anymore. The fact is that they just don’t come back for most people now. They stop coming back for more every year. I don’t know where they go. They used to try to explain it to me, but I never could grok it. I understand every word, but the ideas are nonsense. Impossible. Magic. They say I’ll understand in time. Usually around the same time they hand me some new toy they say I’ll need in the future.
I have been working on Wolfenheim for ten years. I’ve always known what I wanted to do with it. It is a difficult subject in more than one way, and I have gone back and forth over whether or not to follow that original idea, and other projects have taken me in other directions. And then of course there was my mom’s two-year fight with cancer. That hammered my time and energy for writing. I forced time last year to finish it, but my mental energies weren’t fully there yet, and a friend of mine told me it just wasn’t ready. So I took another look at and realized she was right. In the end, the much-improved story will be both true to my original plan, and also different. And I think that is good.
Rosalie and Rosalind surpassed even their own instruments in time. I salvaged Albion tech for them from old ruins, and that gave them a leg up for a while. But they’ve done fewer and fewer physical experiments in the last decades. No tech base we have discovered can keep up with them. They spend most of their time doing theoretical stuff now. Some people say they’ve disappeared down a rabbit hole and gone insane. I don’t have the words to describe a tithe of where they have gone, but I know my girls. They are not insane. They are simply different, and that is a good thing.
You want living starships? Weapons that can eat food to refill their magazines? Would you like to touch a star? Taste hyperspace? Become a shadow? Kiss a beam of light? Rosalie and Rosalind went so far beyond all that when they hit their stride that I don’t even know where to start. We’re gonna take centuries trying to figure out what they did. Maybe more than that. I don’t know if we’ll ever catch them. I only know its possible because I saw them do it. And I can guarantee you that as we follow them, we will continue to make human life better. And that is a pretty amazing legacy right there.
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