Prime slammed out of code and very nearly
slammed his fist on the arm of his chair.
“What is it, Glass Mountain?” He stopped the motion in time, the support
exoskeleton gleaming on the backs of his fingers as it vibrated slightly and
both cushioned and drove his intended actions.
“I was certain I’d found some trace of my son and his get!”
*I require authorization to continue water
delivery to…*
“Yes, yes.
Keep it up. What was so demmed
important that you interrupted my searches?
Demmitall, my son and Heir, his twat, ministers and their families, it’s
impossible that they are all disappearing off the face of the planet! Someone has to make a mistake. They think they can run from me? Run away from their responsibilities? From
their sworn and witnessed word? Vile,
rebellious scholars!”
Glass Mountain was silent until it was
certain Prime was finished speaking. *I have video over Hinnemon that I believe
is vitally important.*
He took a deep breath and smoothed his
robes, pulling the furs closer around his neck, though the room was warm. “Show me.”
The image that popped up showed a dozen
grey bush-dragons soaring in the high atmosphere. “This is so all-fired important? Another new subspecies? As if I can about Chishiki vermin?”
*The energy signatures match…*
“Shut it off. I don’t want to see any more videos of
indigenous wild-life!”
*They are at the edge of sp…*
“Shut it off, I said. I’ve seen it. That’s enough.”
*Yes, Prime.*
“Get Station up and have it do a full
system restore. I am expecting a
guest. An extremely high ranking guest
and I want the Station and the shuttles polished to perfection from their
software out to the smallest teaspoon!”
*Yes, Prime.*
“And don’t bother me for the next few
hours. I may have found Gerald. Damn the man.
He left me with only half the protocols for safely modifying people’s
loyalty! Have the Immoderates found
anything?”
*I shall not disturb your Prime. No, the Immoderates
have found nothing.*
“Issue a higher level neural inducer to
Beauchamp. We will force answers out of
these illicit scholars, these illegal students!
These thieves of knowledge. How
dare they steal my information? I
graciously allow them to read, to instruct, to their appropriate level! Underground scientists.” He sipped his tea to
clear his mouth, too genteel to spit. “Demmed
illegal Intellectuals!”
*Equipment released. Beauchamp is querying
the terminal setting.*
“Yes, yes he’s allowed to use it if it gets
us some answers.”
*Acknowledged.*
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Author's Note from before. I couldn't rewrite what I lost so I wrote this instead.
Hi guys! Last night the computer froze up and I lost yesterday's post. So today I had to do the major Kensington Market shop so I will now try to re-do yesterday's post!
I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend, despite the rain. We have our front yard garden coming back after the winter... Maidenhair Fern, Hostas, Jack-in-the-pulpit, crocus and daffodils and tulips coming up.
Phew. I hope everyone had a wonderful May day/Beltaine and a great Cinco de Mayo on Monday.
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