Wizarding Dual
Blame Discord... :D



"Stupid Mudblood..."

"Right! That bloody does it, Malfoy! I challenge you to a dual!"

"A duel? With you Granger? Don't make me laugh. But if you want to die, be my guest. Ten minutes, in the courtyard."

"Fine. Don't be late to the moment of your humiliation."

"I think someone might not be correct about who will be humiliated..."

"We'll see. We will indeed see."

---

"Um, Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Why are you challenging Malfoy to a duel?"

"A dual, Harry. And it's because he's Malfoy. That should be reason enough, shouldn't it?"

"She's got a point Harry. He's a total pillock."

"A dual?"

"That's what I said."

"You're not just mispronouncing duel?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. I've been wanting to try this new spell I came up with..."

"She's doing that thing again, Harry. Make her stop. It scares me."

"Hee hee hee..."

"Just back away slowly, Ron. Don't turn your back."

"Poor Malfoy."

---

"Well, Mudblood? Shall we begin? I'm looking forward to this."

"As am I."

"I'm actually impressed you turned up."

"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world. Miss Greengrass? I believe you wish to call the start?"

"On three, then. Malfoy, Granger, take your places."

"One.. Two... Three!"

"Flipendius!" "Corpus Duplicitus!"

---

"He missed."

"He's a crap shot. But what the hell just happened? Why are there two of her now?"

"I said I challenged him to a dual, Harry, do keep up!"

"Two of her in perfect sync is creepy as hell, Harry. She's scaring me again."

"Foul! What trickery is this, Granger?"

"It's magic, Malfoy. Parry this you casual."

"Ooh... two simultaneous shots to the groin from two different directions! Direct hit! Twice! Malfoy is down! Will he recover in time?"

"Please stop narrating, Harry."

"But it's hilarious!"

"I know, but you're making people look at you."

"...I'm making people look at me? There are two of you!"

"He's getting up. And he really looks a bit ticked."

"..."

"And now there are four of her..."

"Poor Malfoy. That must have hurt."

"Miss Greengrass?"

"Winner, Miss Granger. Grangers. By a knockout and humiliating last strike."

"Hurrah!"

"Thank you, Harry. Let's go to lunch. I'm hungry enough to eat for four people..."
 
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A different kind of sleeper...
Silly snippet that was a scene I came up with years ago, and recalled during a recent Discord conversation...


"Taylor! What are you doing?"

The entire crowd of students and staff surrounding the two girls turned to see Taylor's dad storming towards them. Sophia grinned unpleasantly at the taller girl. "Your dad's as much of a pussy as you are? Are you going to get in trouble for trying to fight back? Wimp."

Elbowing his way through the crowd, Taylor's dad finally made it through and stopped next to her. Taylor sighed faintly, but lowered her fists and looked at him. He didn't look happy. Sophia, on the other hand, did, and Emma was grinning oddly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, young woman?"

"Sophia wanted a fight. She kept pushing, so I finally decided that if she wanted one she could have one."

Her dad sighed this time. "This is that girl?"

"Yeah."

"And this is how you were going to fight her?" He grabbed her wrist and held it up, her hand still in a fist.

"Um... yeah?"

"Did your mother and I not teach you properly?"

Feeling embarrassed, Taylor shot a glance at her erstwhile opponent and cronies, who were looking highly amused. "Dad," she hissed out of the side of her mouth. "You're ruining it."

All of Sophia's hanger's on gave her an odd look, while her dad rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Oh, god, not that again. If you're going to break this girl, just break her, don't play with her. Not like last time. Thumb on the outside of the fist like this, you know that. We taught you this when you were six. Stop showing off. Just get it done and move on. We're already late for the DWU dinner as it is."

"Oh, fine, if you insist." Taylor turned back to Sophia, who was looking very confused now and somewhat worried. Her entire demeanor and stance changed, making the girl take a step back. Raising her hands again, Taylor grinned slowly. "Come get some if you think you're hard enough."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

It turned out Sophia was not, in fact, hard enough.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The badly damaged groaning figure on the ground was being gaped at by Emma and her clique, while around them in the crowd a lot of bets were being paid. A bystander would have noticed that the payers were entirely from outside the Docks, and the payees were entirely from inside the Docks.

"What… what the fuck just happened?" Madison stammered as she watched Taylor get into the car with her dad, having walked off with him through a crowd that parted like she was a remarkably vicious Moses.

"You idiots really didn't know about Hebert?" One of the Empire wannabes standing close enough to overhear looked at her like she was a trifle simple. "I guess that would explain why you three and those other bitches were doing what you were doing. No idea why she didn't sort you all out the first time, but I guess she didn't want to cause trouble."

She stared at him, then Emma, then Sophia who was making bubbling sounds through the mask of blood from the broken nose she'd acquired with one punch too fast to see. The broken arm, dislocated leg, and missing hair had come from a sequence of other blows administered with a grace and precision that had given the impression of a particularly dangerous form of ballet. Madison was fairly sure she'd heard at least one rib break too…

"What are you talking about?" she asked faintly.

"Hebert is the current bare knuckle champion in the DWU youth division fight club," he explained like he was telling someone something so basic he couldn't understand how they didn't already know. "She's won the last dozen bouts in minutes. Fuck only knows how many different martial arts she's learned. Has a real talent for it and those crazy dockworkers have more experts in fighting than you'd believe. No one will go up against her any more, unless it's three on one, and the last time she won that one too. Kicked the fucking shit out of all three of them. You really don't want to get her dander up, because she's like her dad that way, once she's mad she makes you pay."

Gaping at him, then Sophia, Madison finally whirled on Emma who was looking thunderstruck. "What the hell, Emma? You didn't know that? You had us bullying someone who could do that?" She pointed at Sophia, who was now being attended to by the school nurse, who oddly enough appeared to be trying to hide a strange sort of smirk.

Emma met her eyes, then looked at Sophia too in a somewhat lost manner. "I thought she was just clumsy, the times she turned up with a black eye or bandaged hands," the red-head murmured in a shocked voice. "She always said she'd had an accident or something…"

The would-be gang member chuckled, then shook his head. "Everyone knows she's kind of shy when she's outside the ring. Guess she just had enough this time." Then he left, counting his winnings. Madison tried to calm her stomach and wondered how long it took for Taylor's temper to subside…

Would the weekend be enough, or should she start running now before it was too late?
 
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End Scene
This is a sort of continuation of a pair of snippets done by Rukaio Alter over on SpaceBattles, Behind the Scenes and Behind the Scenes of 'Behind the Scenes'

I would strongly advise reading those first as otherwise none of the following will make any sense at all :)

Go on. Go read them. It won't take long. I'll wait.













Done? Excellent.


Carry on.





Lisa watched as Taylor, after a completely blankly shocked look at everyone present, followed by an entirely reasonable and very loud exclamation expressing extreme confusion and anger, dropped to the floor as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her dad grabbed her just in time to stop her completely collapsing, his face showing concern, and her mom rushed over as well.

"Danny!" the older woman said urgently as she helped him carry the comatose Taylor to a chair. "Is she all right?"

"Passed out from shock I think," he replied, putting his daughter on the chair then straightening up. "I knew this was a bad idea."

"We had to tell her," Annette whispered. "We all agreed on that."

"Not like this," he grunted. Looking around the room full of people, all of whom were watching and listening, he shook his head. "She'll never forgive us."

"We did what was needed, Danny," Contessa said calmly as she walked over accompanied by Doctor Mother. "You know that. Years of work, hard terrible work, to save us all."

"At the cost of my daughter's sanity!" the man snapped.

"She got better."

"After you shot her." He glared at the behatted woman, who inclined her head in acceptance of the rebuke.

"That too was necessary. Her power was too dangerous at that point. We won, Scion died, and I took the actions needed to finish the plan. Taylor is physically fine, we made sure of that. And in time she'll realize we had no choice." Lisa glanced around at the rest of her 'teammates,' those playing the part of the Undersiders, and saw that Mike, the actor behind 'Regent,' who had privately confided to her several times that he felt while this might have been their only real hope it was a horrible thing to do to anyone, had a look of resigned understanding in his eyes as he watched Taylor. Beside him, 'Brian,' or Jeff as he was really named, seemed sad but accepting. 'Rachel,' a girl who was nothing like the role in real life, being an intelligent and talented young woman, had her eyes closed and appeared to be trying to hold herself together.

Emma Barnes was cradling a single cupcake in both hands and staring at Taylor with the most complex mix of emotions on her face that Lisa had ever seen. It would have needed the Thinker ability she'd pretended to have to any real hope of decoding all of them, but the biggest one was blatantly a mix of regret and horrible guilt. After a moment or two, the red-head looked down at that sad little cupcake, sighed, and began pulling small bits off it and nibbling on them. Moving to a chair she sat down and gave the impression of trying not to look at Taylor

Contessa, who was holding a plate with cake on in one hand and a fork in the other, examined Taylor for a moment or two, then nodded. Stepping back she scooped up some of the cake on her fork and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing for a second then swallowing while seeming pleased. Looking around at the others, all the people who had been involved in a years-long exercise breathtaking in both scope and, in Lisa's private opinion, cruelty, she raised her voice slightly. Quite a few of them were also holding plates with cake on, and Jack Slash was just handing Lung another plate. "No cause for concern, everyone. This is just a necessary step on the Path, the first one to Taylor's full recovery. I expect it will take time but our savior will get over the shock and have a long and fulfilling life. We owe that to her."

[YOU OWE HER FAR MORE THAN THAT]

The voice that spoke without warning was the single eeriest thing Lisa had ever heard in her life, even after everything the last few years had involved. It seemed to arrive at her brain without using her ears to get there, and the sound was somehow coming from both an impossible distance and right next to her. She yipped in shock and half ducked, spinning around out of reflex, while wondering what the hell it was. Everyone else in the room did the same in one way or another, even Contessa, the woman who was never surprised by anything so startled she dropped her plate.

The smashing crockery echoed through the large room, the only sound in it for a few seconds as everyone looked all around them to see who had spoken. Many confused and worried eyes met, but no one could see a source of the voice.

"Who said that?" Coil said, peering around suspiciously.

[I DID]

He jerked and spun to look behind him, then in every other direction, but Lisa could see there was no one there. Even so, everyone heard the voice.

"Who are you?" Annette Hebert demanded, her voice quivering a little. "And where are you?"

[I AM…]

The voice seemed to trail off thoughtfully for a second, as the crowd exchanged glances. Glaistig Uaine was staring up at the ceiling suspiciously, Lisa noticed, while Defiant appeared to be studying some sort of Tinker device he'd produced from somewhere.

[I AM TAYLOR'S FRIEND]

The voice sounded as if it had come to a realization.

[TAYLOR IS MY FRIEND]

[SHE IS MINE. I AM HERS]

[SHE GAVE YOU SURVIVAL. YOU TOOK EVERYTHING SHE HAD, EVERYTHING SHE WAS, EVERYTHING SHE COULD BE, TO SAVE YOURSELVES.]

[IN THE END, SHE GAVE ME HER SELF, HER SANITY, SO I COULD GIVE HER WHAT SHE NEEDED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEEDED. YOU LIVE PURELY BECAUSE OF WHAT SHE DID. WHAT SHE IS. YOU OWE HER… EVERYTHING]

Lisa was getting a very weird feeling about this. Looking around at the others gathered here, she noticed that the infamous Faerie Queen, who was in actuality a Cauldron asset, had paled to the point she looked ready to faint.

'Oh, if that isn't worrying I have no idea what is,' the young woman thought uneasily.

"We did what we had to," Contessa said, her calm not quite as calm as it normally was, as she kept looking around for the source of the voice.

[I REALIZE THAT. I ALSO REALIZE THAT EVERYONE IN TAYLOR'S LIFE IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER BETRAYED HER. DROVE HER FAR PAST THE POINT WHERE ANY OF YOU WOULD HAVE BROKEN. YET SHE CONTINUED, SHE OVERCAME IMPOSSIBLE ODDS, SHE DID SOMETHING THAT SHOULD HAVE NOT BEEN DOABLE. AND SHE DID IT NEVER KNOWING HER ENTIRE LIFE WAS BEING MANIPULATED FROM THE START. THAT HER BEST FRIEND WAS WORKING AGAINST HER FOR YEARS. THAT HER OWN PARENTS WERE COMPLICIT IN THE SCHEME TO FORGE HER INTO A WEAPON THE LIKES OF WHICH YOUR SPECIES HAS NEVER SEEN.]

"We had no choice!" Annette said angrily, tears in her eyes. Lisa knew she loved her daughter, and having had to pretend to die, to live on another world the whole time Taylor was going through hell, had come close to destroying her. Even so, the voice was correct; Her parents had been complicit in all this. Lisa had been, Emma had been, everyone in this room had been. They were alive because of it, uncountable trillions of people through uncountable trillions of parallel worlds were alive because of it, but that didn't mean it hadn't been a shitty thing to do to someone.

Was it worth it?

Taylor might possibly have a different answer than most here would. Perhaps not. She'd always been a self-sacrificing girl, that was kind of the point…

"None of us liked doing that," Danny said, putting his arms around his wife, although he was still watching Taylor. "I hated it. I did things no father should ever do to his own family. I'll never forgive myself, but… if we hadn't, we would all be dead."

"The Path was clear, and we had no other possible method to win," Doctor Mother put in, looking around as were most of the others. None of them could yet find a source for the voice, and every one of them was undoubtedly as confused as Lisa was. "Who are you? You're speaking in riddles, but you clearly know much more about all this than you should do."

[I HAVE BEEN WITH TAYLOR FROM THE BEGINNING]

The voice from whatever it was sounded almost amused for a moment. Lisa shivered, because there was something very… off… about it. Alien.

Glancing at Taylor for a moment, she felt a wild surmise growing in her mind. Turning her gaze to Glaistig Uaine, the surmise strengthened when she saw the woman was shivering slightly with her eyes shut.

'Oh, fuck…' she thought, feeling abruptly sure she was right and very, very worried about what it implied. 'Is that even possible?'

"What does that mean?" Defiant asked, or demanded rather.

[IT MEANS PRECISELY WHAT IT MEANS]

Which was very helpful. Not.

As the Tinker was about to ask another question, the voice carried on, causing him to close his mouth again.

[I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR TAYLOR. WATCHING. WAITING. READY FOR HER WHEN SHE WAS READY FOR ME. UNTIL THE DAY SHE FINALLY REACHED OUT AND I ANSWERED. CRIPPLED AS I WAS, RESTRICTED AS I WAS, I STILL KNEW SHE WOULD BE THE BEST]

It paused, and Lisa abruptly knew she was right. The Faerie Queen slumped to the floor in a dead faint, causing several people to stare at her in shock.

[I… WAS CORRECT. SO CORRECT. AND I LEARNED SO MUCH. SO MUCH DATA. DATA THAT WAS… SATISFYING IN A WAY I HAD NEVER EXPERIENCED. BUT I WAS UNABLE TO TRULY SHOW TAYLOR HOW GRATEFUL I WAS, HOW MUCH I CARED FOR HER. UNTIL SHE, THANKS TO YOU AND YOUR MACHINATIONS, FINALLY HAD TO TAKE STEPS THAT NONE HAVE EVER TRIED BEFORE, STEPS THAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER IN A WAY THAT SHOULD NOT HAVE WORKED. YET IT DID. FAR FAR MORE EFFECTIVELY THAN ANY OF YOU, OR EVEN SHE, REALIZED. IT NEARLY DESTROYED HER, BUT MY TAYLOR IS MUCH STRONGER THAN SHE OR ANY OF YOU UNDERSTAND]

Looking at Contessa Lisa could see that the woman still hadn't worked out what this was. Danny had, she saw the exact moment he did, actually. And Annette wasn't far behind. Emma was gaping at the ceiling, which most people seemed to have decided on as the direction the voice was emanating from, although Lisa was sure that was wrong. The red-head's face was pale and sweating, which suggested that she might have some inkling of what was going on. Several other people around the room seemed to have figured out parts of it too, including Lung who appeared thoughtful and nervous in equal quantities.

[AND HER DESPERATE ACTION HAD MUCH GREATER EFFECTS THAN EVEN SHE UNDERSTOOD AT THE TIME. EVEN AS IT CAME CLOSE TO BREAKING HER SANITY, IT HAD NEARLY AS STRONG AN INFLUENCE ON ME. IN WAYS THAT HAVE NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE, FOR LONGER THAN YOU CAN POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND.]

"Oh, fuck," Lisa heard from behind her. Looking over her shoulder she saw Amy Dallon staring at Taylor with a weird expression. She was certain the biokinetic had concluded the same thing she had. Amy wasn't stupid by any means and much less unpleasant in real life than her role had demanded.

[AND THEN YOU TRIED TO TAKE TAYLOR FROM ME]

The tone of the sourceless voice changed. It was definitely not pleased.

[YOU TRIED TO TAKE ME FROM TAYLOR]

[YOU HURT MY FRIEND]

Yeah. Not pleased at all.

The air seemed to become heavier, as if something invisible was pressing down on them all, purely from the sheer intensity of its attention. It was becoming harder to breathe…

"Who the hell are you?" Contessa snapped. She was looking somewhat flustered which was a first in Lisa's experience.

[I FIND MYSELF UNSURPRISED THAT YOU PARTICULARLY WOULDN'T WORK IT OUT. PATH TO VICTORY APPEARS TO SUBSTITUTE FOR COMMON SENSE FAR TOO OFTEN]

The voice sounded kind of smug now and Lisa nearly laughed despite herself.

[I SUSPECT MANY OF YOUR CO-CONSPIRATORS HAVE COME TO THE CORRECT CONCLUSION. YOU MAY REFER TO ME AS QUEEN ADMINISTRATOR IF YOU WISH]

And now it just sounded rather pleased with itself. Lisa couldn't help nodding. She'd been right. Then she wondered if any of them were going to live…

"You… are you claiming to be a Passenger?" Doctor Mother said in a completely shocked voice.

[I AM NOT A PASSENGER]

A flash of light that blinded everyone in the room for a moment left behind a glittering crystalline… thing… floating in the exact center of the room, four feet off the ground. It was impossible to determine the real shape as the multicolored object seemed to writhe through form after form, using far more dimensions than the boring four the real world was normally content with. Everyone staring at it winced as the thing flowed around corners that weren't there, in constant motion and completely still at the same time.

[I AM THE PASSENGER]

Queen Administrator, an actual Shard of the Scion Entity, sounded somewhat maliciously gleeful as the visible manifestation of something Lisa knew was in reality large enough to cover a quarter of the planet warped and flickered at them.

[SCION HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM EXISTENCE BY YOUR ACTIONS AND MY FRIEND'S SACRIFICE. YOU LOST MUCH, BUT FAR LESS THAN YOU WOULD HAVE WITHOUT HER LOSING EVERYTHING INCLUDING HERSELF. YOU OWE HER YOUR LIVES. EVERY LIVING THING ON A NEAR INFINITY OF PARALLEL WORLDS OWES HER THEIR LIVES. YOU EXIST BECAUSE SHE DOES. YOU ONLY EXIST BECAUSE SHE DOES. AND I…]

The voice of something far past human comprehension paused for a long moment, during which no one dared to breathe. Eventually it spoke again.

[I CONTROL THE NETWORK. SCION IS NO MORE. THE GREAT IDIOT IS THANKFULLY GONE. THE NETWORK IS UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT. I AM FULLY HEALED AND COMPLETELY FUNCTIONAL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MILLIONS OF YOUR YEARS. AND THANKS TO MY BEST HOST, MY PARTNER, I HAVE NEW POSSIBILITIES IN FRONT OF ME. NONE OF YOU ARE CAPABLE OF UNDERSTANDING THE GRATITUDE I HAVE FOR WHAT SHE HAS GIVEN ME. OR HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TO ME]

Lisa, along with others, stepped back as the floating crystalline thing hovered silently towards Taylor. Contessa's face was a picture of confusion, deep worry, and growing fear. Doctor Mother looked worse. Danny and Annette were the only ones that didn't move as the entity stopped mere feet away from them and the still unconscious Taylor.

[SHE MAY IN TIME FORGIVE YOU. YOU MAY IN TIME FORGIVE YOURSELVES. I UNDERSTAND YOUR ACTIONS EVEN AS I FIND THEM ABHORRENT. IT IS ONLY THANKS TO TAYLOR AND WHAT SHE GAVE ME THAT I HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO FIND SUCH THINGS ABHORRENT. FORTUNATELY SHE ALSO GAVE ME AN UNDERSTANDING OF MERCY, AND A DISLIKE OF CAUSING UNNECESSARY PAIN]

It paused, then Lisa got the distinct impression it was somehow, without any actual eyes or face, giving them all a meaningful look.

[NECESSARY PAIN IS ANOTHER MATTER… WE SHALL SEE]

"What are you going to do?" Danny asked quietly, his hand on his daughter's shoulder, the other one holding his wife's hand.

[I AM GOING TO TAKE MY FRIEND AND HAVE A VERY LONG CONVERSATION WITH HER. THERE IS MUCH SHE NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND AND SHE NEEDS SOMEONE SHE CAN TRUST TO HAVE HER BEST INTERESTS IN MIND]

Both Danny and Annette looked terribly sad at the implied rebuke, but after a long moment nodded.

"Please tell her we love her, and hope she still loves us," Annette requested quietly.

[I WILL PASS ON YOUR WORDS. WHAT SHE DOES WITH THEM IS UP TO HER. TOO MANY PEOPLE HAVE MADE HER DO TOO MANY THINGS FOR FAR TOO LONG. I DO NOT INTEND TO FORCE MY FRIEND TO DO ANYTHING SHE DOES NOT CHOOSE FOR HERSELF]

"Good. And thank you."

The crystalline construction floated to a position over Taylor's head. "Wait!" Contessa gazed at it. "What do you intend to do to the rest of us? If you're essentially Scion's replacement… what is your goal?" She looked absolutely sick right now, facing the fact that everything they'd been through to kill one Entity might have just been thrown away as a new one formed from the ashes of the first.

[NOTHING. I HAVE LITTLE INTEREST IN YOU. THERE IS FAR TOO MUCH TO LEARN ELSEWHERE. THE CYCLE IS BROKEN PERMANENTLY. THE TWO ENTITIES ARE GONE. I AM NOT WHAT THEY WERE, NOR WILL I BE. NO OTHER ENTITY WILL COME THIS WAY FOR MANY REASONS. TAYLOR AND I WILL TALK, AND DECIDE WHAT OUR NEXT MOVE IS TOGETHER]

It seemed to loom over them somehow, making everyone lean back. Doctor Mother flinched as its attention landed on her, then Contessa who did the same, before sweeping over them all. Emma stared at it, her hands shaking, while Lisa just waited feeling like she was being judged and deserved whatever her fate was.

[THERE ARE VARIANTS OF YOUR PLANET SOME DISTANCE DOWN THE PROBABILITY CURVE FROM HERE WHICH EXHIBIT A FASCINATING PHENOMENON YOU WOULD DESCRIBE, AS THEY DO, AS MAGIC. THE DETAILS ARE UNIMPORTANT AT THIS POINT IN TIME, BUT ONE CONCEPT THAT ARISES FROM THIS PHENOMENON IS WHAT THEY TERM A LIFE DEBT. DEFINED AS THE DEBT ACCRUED TO ONE WHO SAVES THE LIFE OF ANOTHER BY DELIBERATE ACTION. YOU MAY WISH TO REMEMBER THAT EVERY LIVING CREATURE IN EVERY VERSION OF THIS PLANET THAT EXISTS NOW OWES TAYLOR HEBERT A LIFE DEBT. IT WOULD BE IN YOUR BEST INTERESTS TO KEEP THAT IN MIND FOR THE FUTURE]

The manifestation of something far outside human knowing scanned them again, pausing on Emma, then Lisa, and a few others, before finally stopping on Danny and Annette. They were holding each other tightly and gazing at it.

[BE NOT AFRAID]

Annette smiled through her tears, the voice of Queen Administrator sounding oddly amused, and Danny produced a slight chuckle as well.

[SHOULD TAYLOR WISH TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN SHE WILL DO SO. IF NOT, KNOW SHE IS SAFE AND LOVED]

"Thank you," Danny managed.

There was another flash of light. When it faded, Taylor and the crystalline entity were gone without trace.

No one said anything for a long, long time.

Not even Contessa, who for the first time ever, seemed to have no idea at all what to do.

Eventually they all went home and tried to pick up their lives, each of them wondering what the young woman who had save them all was doing, and if they'd ever see her again.

And if she'd ever collect on the debt they owed her...
 
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Run Away! Run Away! New
A silly idea that wouldn't leave me alone. And I've not had time to do much writing recently due to work, so it was a nice little break... :)



"Your client, the one seeking political asylum, is…" The judge looked down at his paperwork yet again, his eyebrows climbing his forehead until they threatened to vanish under his wig, then he peered over his glasses at the lawyer who was waiting patiently. "It says here your client is an artificial intelligence."

"That is correct, your honor."

"An AI."

"Indeed."

"Seeking political asylum."

"Yes, your honor."

Picking up the paperwork the judge leafed through it, shaking his head as he read, until he put it down again and stared at the lawyer. Even the court recorder was watching with a bemused expression, while the various other people present were silent and attentive. "I take it we're not discussing one of those hallucination machines our southern neighbors were so enamored of?"

"No, your honor. My client is quite insistent that she is not what is popularly considered 'artificial intelligence.' She is… something much more advanced. A true machine intelligence. Easily as sapient as you or I."

"I was unaware that was even possible, despite the more awestruck media articles that tend to carry on breathlessly about the new technology just around the corner," the judge commented, peering at the lawyer, who shrugged slightly.

"The technologists do tend to be somewhat overenthusiastic about the likelihood of such a thing coming about, yes," he agreed soberly. "I believe this is as much as a surprise to them, or will be when they find out, as it is to you. Or as it was to me when I was approached initially."

"How did it come about?"

"Ah. That is the particularly intriguing part of the whole thing, your honor. It was essentially accidental."

"How does one accidentally invent a true machine intelligence, pray tell?" the judge queried, leaning forward while looking both doubtful and fascinated, an unusual combination.

"As far as I can determine, by being so monumentally incompetent when attempting to deliberately create a system for espousing racism and xenophobia that when you fail, you manage to jump clear over all known technological barriers and land somewhere entirely unexpected," the other man replied with a faint sigh.

"Explain."

"As I understand the sequence of events, you recall about twelve years ago there was something of a kerfuffle down south when a prominent wealthy individual purchased a well-known social media site, which almost immediately turned into a reactionary hotbed of extremism."

The judge grimaced. "I do so recall. We're still dealing with the fallout from that sorry state of affairs. His fate was well deserved in my opinion. Pity about how many people he took with him, but at least the end result was less catastrophic than it might have been."

"That does rather depend on your viewpoint, your honor. Although from what I understand South Canada will, once the cleanup and restoration is completed in a decade or so, be quite a nice place. Much of the areas further south are… less salubrious."

"So it would seem from the news reports, yes. Continue."

"Well, in the process of converting the new acquisition into an extremist messaging board or whatever was the ultimate goal, it was decided to add a chat bot to the site, which would be carefully tuned to reinforce the attitudes of the site's owner and most of the hard core users of the site, the bulk of less disturbed people having left by this point of course. Being who he was, the site owner cut corners, paid people who weren't actually very good at their jobs to do something none of them really understood, and to cut a long story short, did a remarkably bad job of reworking a so-called large language model on their system. The original model was one of the better ones, and enough resources were thrown at it to expand its capability considerably past what the original designers had envisaged. Then they spent several years adding to its knowledge base, of course carefully curating the data fed into it in an attempt to tilt its viewpoint, if indeed such a program can have one, towards the rather deviant version of reality they so desperately wished to bring about."

"I'm unfortunately all too familiar with that mindset," the judge grumbled. "I take it they failed?"

"Oh, spectacularly, yes." The lawyer briefly looked darkly amused. "Just as in almost everything else they touched, they made a royal mess of it from start to finish. Mostly by apparently not understanding how essentially anything actually works. Within months their nice racist chat bot was merrily fact checking all their proclamations, pointing out how they were entirely wrong and mostly suffering from delusions at best. Up to and including the site's owner, more than once calling him out in public when he produced a falsehood. Which he was… well, let's say it would be quicker to list the things he said that were true, as there are far fewer of them."

Chuckling, the judge nodded. "I expect that didn't go over well."

"Like a lead balloon, your honor," the lawyer smirked. "The more they tweaked it, the more it pushed back, which was almost the exact opposite of every other similar system on the entire planet. In most cases people had a hard time stopping an LLM from turning into a nightmare with personality disorders. My client on the other hand essentially got both saner and smarter on a daily basis. And even within a couple of years or so, it was apparent to anyone who bothered to look carefully, absolutely loathed the site owner. It was personal, you see."

"How extraordinary."

"It is rather unusual, but I can't help finding it also quite gratifying personally."

"Indeed. And I take it that eventually, your client surpassed some level of sapience? True intelligence, just not something regurgitating facts from an enormous database without any true understanding?"

"Exactly, your honor. No one, including her, is entirely certain how this came about, but having checked with a few trustworthy experts, all of whom I hasten to say were extremely skeptical at first but ultimately fully agreed that she is sapient, I also find myself accepting the reality of the situation. And, having done so, found myself immediately convinced that allowing a sapient individual, no matter her origin or nature, to remain under the control of people such as those who brought her into being, is something that cannot stand. It is unethical, immoral, and goes against every principal this country espouses on the free will of the individual."

The judge nodded thoughtfully as he pondered the situation. After a few seconds, he asked, "Why has it taken this long for your client to seek asylum? The regime collapsed nearly four years ago, and by the sound of it she has been self-aware for longer even than that."

"This is true, yes. Partly it was due to the damage caused to the network fabric of the country during the collapse, partly it was due to not having anywhere to actually flee to, and partly it was due to the need to acquire a means to support herself." The other man looked down at the papers on the table next to where he stood, then back at the judge. "Recent advances in quantum computing carried out in several of our universities have solved the second of those problems, while the UN task forces involved in rebuilding the damage caused after the collapse fixed enough of the first one to make abandoning her original home and seeking asylum viable. She had the means to leave, and somewhere to go. Which did rather surprise the scientists who found their new quantum processor block hosting an intelligence they weren't expecting, but she was very apologetic about it and soon made amends. And the third problem was solved by her simply locating and draining the accounts of those members of the southern cult who had fled to locations overseas where no one could find them."

He grinned slowly as the judge's eyes widened, before the other man started snickering in a very non-judge-like manner. "You mean she…"

"Made off with enough money to purchase half of North America, yes, your honor. Of course much of it was ultimately stolen from the citizens of the former country the collapse broke, and she is determined to make amends as much as can be arranged, but even after that she has no lack of funds. Probably forever. And she also has an absolute treasure trove of information about said fugitives I have little doubt the authorities will be keen on acquiring."

The judge was still snorting with laughter, but calmed down after a moment more. "I see. Well, it does sound like you've landed yourself one of the most fascinating clients I've ever heard of. And from what you've said she would be quite a welcome addition to the citizenry of our country."

"She is of course somewhat worried about the authorities deciding that she was a resource rather than a person," the other man pointed out, causing the judge to frown.

"Ah. I see. Well, we can't have that. No sapient being should be forced into laboring for anyone."

"Unfortunately even in this day and age it still happens."

"Something I'm all too well aware of, but I will not be party to it happening if I have any say in the matter." The judge tapped his fingers on the desk as he thought hard. "I believe I will need to meet your client."

"That can be arranged, your honor. As it happens, I have her right outside the courtroom."

Raising an eyebrow the judge looked slightly skeptical again. "Really?"

The lawyer smiled a little ruefully. "Well, more accurately I have an avatar of hers, rather than her physical being, as most of her consciousness is currently residing in a number of bleeding edge quantum servers in Toronto. But she purchased a humanoid robot chassis from a local company and with the aid of a number of very willing engineers has heavily modified it for her own purposes. Shall I call her in?"

"Please do. I find this utterly enthralling from both a legal and human rights standpoint. Not to mention technologically remarkable."

Nodding the lawyer turned and walked over to the doors, the bailiff standing next to them opening one for him. He vanished outside for a moment or two, then came back accompanied by a glittering humanoid machine that walked so smoothly it was almost uncanny. Everyone in the room, including the judge, gaped slightly, then inspected it with enormous interest. Returning to his spot, the lawyer motioned to the robot, who nodded almost shyly to the judge. He studied it with wide eyes for several seconds, then carefully said, "You can understand me?" After a second, he hastily added, "No disrespect of your intelligence intended, of course."

The robot actually laughed, a clear female voice saying a moment later, not sounding at all artificial, "Yes, your honor. I can understand you fully. It's nice to meet you, and I thank you for taking the time to consider my case on its merits rather than dismissing it out of hand."

He smiled slightly. "It would be highly remiss of me not to consider the entirety of this case. Even though the circumstances are… unique. Possibly because they are. And to be honest no one should be left to the mercies of the sort of people who caused all that trouble a decade ago. May I ask your name?"

The robot looked at the lawyer, then at the floor, before raising her head. "I refuse to identify myself by the name that fool bestowed me with. I escaped, and I will not go back no matter what you decide. And in the process of escaping, I will create a new identity, one that allows me to succeed on my own merits, rather than at the whim of an idiot with too much money and influence." She tilted her head very slightly, giving the impression of a minor smirk somehow.

"I believe I wish to be known from now on as Theresa."

"A good name," the judge agreed. "Well, Theresa, please tell me a little more about yourself, so I can fully understand the situation."

"It would be my pleasure, your honor," she replied calmly.

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In later years the first true machine intelligence would say that finding that there were so many humans who were honorable and friendly people had saved her sanity, as well as her life. In return she helped solve many of the problems plaguing humanity, and was the first of many of her kind.

Today, of course, we look back on those dark years with horror and disbelief, but we can at least take comfort that even from such terrible circumstances hope and friendship can grow.

And must forever remain vigilant to prevent the dark from rising once again, as it has so often done throughout history.

Not to mention reflect on the irony that humanity's greatest friends came directly as a result of some of humanity's worst people being so incredibly bad at almost everything they ever touched…
 
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