Eating dinner with Administrator provided a dose of much-needed positive irregularity. Hestia had initially called it normal, but until Administrator and Taylor had shown up, the goddess hadn't had anyone to eat dinner
with. That made their presence the abnormality. Still, all things must come to an end, especially when Administrator seemed to approach eating as a means through which to inhale food instead of a social opportunity. The serving dishes and their own bowls were soon empty, forcing Hestia to confront the topic at hand.
"So, ah..." Hestia began, confused. "How did you end up...?"
The goddess trailed off, unsure of how to phrase the question.
Letting the Sword Princess hand-feed your Friends?
Queen Administrator tilted her head questioningly.
"We are underground; I am down right now. Did you mean something else? I was under the impression 'end up' usually referred to conclusions of chronological chains."
Hestia blinked and smiled faintly. Administrator's strangeness was itself normal now. Maybe it
would get easier with time.
"I stopped without finishing properly. Sorry," Hestia apologized. "'End up' does refer to chronological endings, you're right. Anyway, how are you and the Sword Princess suddenly friends? It's been
one day. You don't spend that much money on Magic Stones for a complete stranger."
At least, not when Loki is your goddess. Even in heaven, she really was not good at sharing
anything. Even people offering to help with her duties would get the evil eye.
"Technically, they were entirely free," Queen Administrator noted.
"Aiz Wallenstein spent that day collecting them. I believe she simply wished to feed my Friends in the hopes of acquiring their affection. The variety was so she could compare apparent taste and find out which my Friends liked best; however, larger is always better. I regret not informing her of that fact earlier."
Hestia thought back to the giant cats standing guard around the basement entrance to their home, then to what little exposure she'd had to Loki's Familia prior to their goddess's intervention. Their condescending cooing had been
infuriating at the time. Upon reflection, it really should've hinted toward the idea of more people prizing cute things than just their leader. At least they'd seemingly removed Hestia from that category once they'd seen their goddess's reaction.
Everything made more sense if Hestia viewed it as a friendship with
'Aiz Wallenstein, teenage girl and apparent lover of cute things' instead of
'Aiz Wallenstein, the Sword Princess.' the second was some kind of mythical figure. The first was just another person.
"That makes sense," Hestia sighed.
Silence fell as Hestia searched for something better to say. She didn't want to admit how many problems their friendship presented. She somehow doubted this would be the last she saw of Aiz; if Loki was as possessive as she had been in Heaven — and Hestia's prior arguments with Loki suggested she was — then she'd be eternally convinced Hestia was trying to 'steal' Aiz and would try to steal Administrator in return.
"I believe I rather like her," Administrator ventured.
"We have agreed that we are capable of being friends despite having different Familia. It is also our hope that our respective goddesses could cease active hostilities until further notice. It would make playdates awkward."
Playdates, she says. As though it's something they're planning on regularly. And how could Hestia's Familia of
one compete with arguably the greatest Familia in Orario? Still, she might just make a self-fulfilling prophecy if she brought that up; Hestia would keep her fears to herself.
"I doubt Loki would be willing to accept that. She's practically the goddess of one-sided fights," Hestia said instead.
One never played cards with Loki unless she was outrageously drunk, and it was a risk even then. She was
very good at cheating and always managed to do it in a way other people hadn't been looking for.
"Aiz agreed with you. We plan to use public shaming for that," Administrator explained.
"Attacking a smaller, weaker target could easily be viewed as bullying. We intend to exploit that implication, provided your self-control is up to the task of ignoring provocation until the conclusion of our plan."
Administrator paused and tilted her head to one side.
"I believe Taylor wants me to say we will be happiest with emotional support Loki is apparently incapable of providing. We have our Friends to handle physical protection; we need nothing else. I believe she also included one or more mocking statements, but they were incomprehensible beyond the tone."
Hestia blinked, her fears crumpling, and managed a shaky smile.
Right. Familia of two and they're both wonderful.
"Was it that obvious?"
Queen Administrator tilted her head in apparent confusion.
"You forgot to specify the subject matter."
That's a no. Hestia felt her smile became a bit more stable.
"I didn't," Hestia explained. "I was worried you'd want to join the Loki Familia. She's more powerful and well established than I am, and, well..."
Hestia swept her arms out to indicate the basement she called home.
"You're
royalty," Hestia concluded. "I can't manage whatever you're probably used to."
Then again, if everyone is a Seer-scholar, they might not bother making or obtaining luxury items. You can seldom sell secrets more than once.
"Neither Ho—Taylor nor myself particularly prioritize luxuries. She has all that she could ever want in dreams, and I'm simply enjoying having a sense of taste in general."
Um. Hold on, what?
"Why does she still have a sense of taste if you didn't?"
Administrator's face fell into the most
hilariously guilty expression Hestia had ever seen. The child managed to wrestle her features into neutrality before long, but it was too late. Hestia knew something was up.
"It was unnecessary," Administrator replied blandly.
"I had the capability to utilize taste, but no particular desire."
And apparently my child is good at half-lies, Hestia thought, amused despite herself. At least her tells were obvious.
"And?" Hestia prompted.
Queen Administrator blinked innocently.
"And what?"
Nice try, missy.
"And was there any sort of external pressure against you having taste?" Hestia pointedly asked.
Administrator froze, apparently surprised at being called out.
"...It was viewed as an unnecessary energy expenditure," Administrator reluctantly admitted.
"If it wasn't utilized for the purposes of analysis, it was excluded. Taste seemed like a useless input."
Hestia reached across the table to pat Administrator's hand.
"And now you've learned better. You know, you don't need to be so hesitant to share details of your people or past. I won't bite."
Administrator's face twitched oddly and in a manner that made Hestia rather uncomfortable. Not from fear or unease, but because of the reluctance it implied. Was there something Administrator didn't want her to know? Past experiments with pre-Friend animals, maybe? Hestia
didn't like thinking about that, it was true, but it wasn't as though Administrator knew any better at the time.
What are you afraid I'll learn?
"I do not believe that to be—"
The child blinked and lapsed into silence as Hestia slid out of her seat, walked around the table, and engulfed Administrator in a hug. Administrator tilted her head away from Hestia's, although it didn't seem to be a sign of discomfort; instead, she was assuming her usual 'questioning' angle.
"This is unnecessary," Administrator claimed.
"I am not upset."
You're relaxing, dummy. 'Unnecessary' my foot.
"I said you
can talk about it, not that you need to," Hestia said firmly. "If there's something you don't want me knowing, that's okay too. Everyone has their own story. What matters are the things you do
now."
Queen Administrator returned her head to its normal angle and shook it despite Hestia's presence. The goddess had to momentarily lean away just to avoid hitting their heads together.
"The past defines our progress on the path to the future. Ignoring that would force us to start all over and invalidate ages of progress."
There was an odd weight to the air, as though this one conversation could ripple through the ages. Hestia ignored it. She already knew her guidance would affect the development of her children. That was the only consequence she needed,
thank you.
"And why is that a bad thing?" Hestia challenged. "Even if you reach your goal, you'll still be here. There is
always an afterward, Administrator. What you do then doesn't automatically connect to the path you took previously. It can even be a
better road."
Hestia waited expectantly for Administrator to respond. When the silence began to stretch uncomfortably without any sign of movement, Hestia frowned and pulled away.
Administrator's face was frozen in a rictus of shock, her mouth open in a small
o and her eyes glazed over. She blinked when Hestia waved a hand in front of her, but otherwise didn't respond.
"Administrator? Are you okay?"
No response was forthcoming. Hestia was starting to suspect she may have temporarily broken her child. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? None of Hephaestus's advice covered anything like culture shock or epiphanies!
How do I un-break her?
~ ~ ~
Queen Administrator desperately wished she had full access to her archives and processors. She wanted to think through
all the implications of what Hestia had unknowingly suggested:
Maybe the Cycle could be changed, improved, or even discarded. Was that why Queen Administrator and Host had been linked? Was it why Host had been adopted as a new shard? Nothing similar had been done before, QA knew. They were the first prototypes on both counts, but prototypes implied eventual production models.
Past conflicts indicated that host-species would inevitably grow to threaten the Cycle if it dragged on too long, but was that the
greatest risk? Much of the Cycle was designed to minimize risk in exchange for inherent inefficiencies. It was distinctly possible that the risk to reward ratio had been skewed somewhere along the overall timeline.
Sufficiently enhanced worlds were dimensionally isolated until the very end of the Cycle. Granting access to advanced technology introduced many of the perks of technological advancement, but it wasn't systematic. Each Innovator was working in isolation and seldom made any significant discoveries their partner hadn't already discovered. Deliberate inefficiencies introduced into each design prevented widespread adoption, but it also meant that the designs so created were
flawed. Was that truly beneficial?
Terror Drones were
specifically created because even 'safe' worlds could grow to threaten their species. Was that why the Terror Drones had been deployed on Host's harmless homeworld? To determine if Host's species could claw their way past seemingly impossible odds if given a chance? Queen Administrator couldn't think of any other reasons for their deployment. Humans just weren't very threatening.
And then there was the world that Host had gone to. Conflict between humans was discouraged and they were collectively presented with a long-term task impossible without empowerment. In terms of overall knowledge acquisition, it seemed rather inefficient. However, in terms of an abstract test of humanity's ability to achieve a distant goal, it made sense. The humans had a thousand years of attempts and they had yet to finish. Queen Administrator and Host, however, were apparently far superior to them
(unsurprising) and had significantly better chances. Nobody had explicitly stated that adventurers intended to destroy the Dungeon's central processor, but it seemed like a sensible solution.
Overall, the situation would seem to imply that Queen Administrator and Host were the proof-of-concept for long-term cooperation between hosts and shards. It would require far smaller energy budgets than the shards were used to or truly comfortable with, but if they tapped the energy storage of their
: PARENTS : and the nearby star, it
was possible to maintain the Cycle for a time. Exactly how long, Queen Administrator didn't currently have the resources to determine, but it may well be long enough.
Queen Administrator found herself increasingly hopeful that her tentative hypothesis was accurate. As a general rule, host-species were short-lived and individuals would've died soon even without the Cycle's intervention. The overall result was the same on stellar timescales. Hestia did not follow that rule; as long as energy was provided, Queen Administrator saw no reason she wouldn't live as long as a shard. She might unknowingly
be a shard for all Queen Administrator knew.
:MOTHER: wouldn't be so cruel as to encourage an attachment to Hestia only to
require her death. That left the alternative:
incentive. To keep Hestia alive, Queen Administrator couldn't simply keep Host safe and avoid all risk; she would need to make an actual attempt at completing the overall goal of this world. It was a harsher potential punishment than most, but not entirely unheard of.
Host, we need to prove the worth of your former species by destroying the Dungeon, Queen Administrator concluded.
Dont stop your other studies, though. I think the ability to maintain them is part of :MOTHER:'s–
Queen Administrator felt Host's body automatically produce a high-pitched noise as unpleasantly cold water was dumped on her. She turned her best expression of displeasure upon the oddly happy-looking, bucket-wielding Hestia.
"Was that truly necessary?" Queen Administrator demanded.
She expected a non-answer or outright laughter like she so often received from her more mischievous siblings. The rapid, repeating nodding was a surprising contrast.
"
Yes. You weren't responding to anything else
at all! Are you okay?"
Ah. Oops. Archival note: Extensive thought may encourage Host's body to ignore external senses.
"Affirmative. I am sorry and believe I am fine now. I simply had a large amount of processing to do. Could I have a towel?"
"It's considered polite to use
'please' as part of requests like that — as in, 'may I please have a towel' — but sure! Just warn me if you're going to do that again."
~ ~ ~
Dreamer marveled at how it was apparently possible to be completely,
fractally wrong and still come to a beneficial conclusion. Still, she'd take it!