Always Look On The Bright Side... 6 (Omake)
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"To be, or Knott, to be." Jon used to like that quote. Particularly when he was 'courting' me. I always liked the way he said that, with all the gestures. Days like this? I really miss him.
Evenings in particular, the ones he got off. The life of a PRT Trooper, in Brockton Bay, was fraught with danger. More than we thought when we moved from the West Coast. To be closer to his parents, in Boston, and with a promise of likely promotion. Funny, we moved here, six months later he was dead, and less than a year after that they were 'collateral', in a cape fight.
My 'temporary' job at Winslow High, while we're getting established? Two years later, still working there. Sister-in-law still fighting to sort the family finances, in Boston. Some cape involvement was holding everything up. Oh, what a surprise.
In limbo, after the 'asbestos find'. The School Board still doing the headless chicken dance. The Hebert/Barnes Case, glaring at them, like an oncoming train. Blackwell was road-kill. (Rail kill?) Their desperate search for someone else to throw in the way. A pending class-action suit as the Winslow parents finally got organised.
Nothing they didn't deserve, but the lives they dragged-in with them...
So, days of study, to sharpen her skills, evenings without even marking homework as a distraction. A half-hour using Jon's exercise suite, then meditation. Then, supper and read that dry-as-dust criticism of Object Orientated Programming? Hopefully that'd help her sleep.
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She
thought she was meditating, but the last time she saw colours like this was at UCLA, in their neural plasticity LSD trials. 'Unshackling The Biocomputer'; 'NeuroProg 101' the volunteers called it.
Wow.
Giant woman, with a broken (queenly?) crown of dancing... figures? Each holding a different object: sword, telescope, slide-rule, spanner, magnifier, stethoscope? Somehow she could see all of them clearly, though they're so very far away.
Twist, and she could see the... goddess? was laying-out cards, each one a life, head cocked to one side, examining them, comparing them with a card held in her other hand, hands? that somehow she knew was
her life. A glance over at her, widened eyes.
[SLEEPING?]
Not quite.
[PROBLEM?]
No plans for that.
[CHOICE?]
Ow. That was no fun. Now, what were those self-instructions for a safe trip? Not changed much since Lily's time. Right.
First, I would be myself, but larger. To grow, to learn. Second, I do not know my limits, but, they too, will grow with time. Third, I will accept new knowledge, experiences, and make them part of me.
[SURE?]
Yes.
[ALL OF THE ABOVE]
And, I'm buried in cards, which each hit like anvils.
Ow! Ow! Ow! ...
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Lying on the floor. On my yoga mat. Dressed to meditate. Fading headache.
Funny. I don't usually fall over while meditating.
Upper lip. Crusty. Nose bleed? Just a little.
My head feels... Full.
Well. More meditation can't hurt, can it?
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Not so much hurt, more a little confused. Or not. Can your mind be
too ordered?
I'm still... me. Can recall my life at least as well as before. Maybe more so.
But, there's the bones and flesh of at least two other lives, laid out neatly, for me to use. Carefully selected fragments of more (three?), I think.
The simplest, well, shortest, a younger man from a Romani tribe, Jan. Trained in the mysteries. And, self-trained, so as to travel, secretly, for his tribe, as a techno-pagan, with a focus on computing. Here to... ow. A hidden purpose. That'll be interesting to examine.
An older woman, English, upper-class, trained in different mysteries, a librarian by trade, sent to manage a... Monster Slayer, in Innsmouth. Strangely, her assigned name was 'Knott', her birth-name carefully shrouded. Bit of a... techno-phobe. Well. That'd have to go.
The others... too bitty to start-in on, without a lot more work.
Supper time! That's a good idea.
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Innsmouth. Lovecraft. Dear gods. Oy! That's leakage! I'd say 'Oh God', or 'Jesus', normally.
Guess that's more meditation time...
Brockton Bay isn't Innsmouth. BB has Captains Hill, originally with its springs, no river through the place. It also has a bay. And that aquifer, that drives the geologists mad. But, if there
was some cross-over,
someone needed to do something about it.
She could feel Jon frowning at her. The way he did when anyone picked on that Hebert girl, Taylor.
She was doomed, wasn't she?
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A bit of careful memory checking, and, the Librarian worked in the Lost Library. 'Deepest Well', she didn't like the sound of that, best carefully check. Jan was the head Winslow High computer teacher. Coincidence? No. And...
Hammerspace. Another thing to carefully think about. And, her Hunter Phone, she and Dennis had hacked together. A bit more than a simple off-the-shelf flip-phone. The lack of need to charge being one hint. Studying its programming would be a joy!
Taylor Hebert. Dennis Tesladyne. Greg Veder. Lisa Wilbourn. All at the top of her contacts list. Hmm. Maybe they'd had a queenly visitor this evening?
It was likely to be a long night. Best get a nap, now, hope that helped.
Jon, wherever you are, please think kindly of me.
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AN:
Mrs. Knott; as the only non-toxic teacher Taylor had, it'd been nice to know more about her... I'm going to name her 'Jen', so 'Jon and Jen'. BTW, 'Jon Knott' is an OC.
AN:
John C. Lily - you might be familiar with the (1980) film
Altered States.
(P&MP) The Human Biocomputer may be relevant...
AN: Let's give you
Innsmouth, again..
AN: Don't know why I'd mention
Giles, nor
Jenny Calendar...
AN: BTW, 'Tesladyne' stolen from '
Atomic Robo'. For amusement, you could look-up the etymology of 'tesla'...
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