Megatokyo 2033
Patience 

A Bubblegum Gum Crisis Fanfiction 
By Kain The Seeker 
   AKA Andrew Graham (kaintskr@aol.com) 


Author's Notes: this fic occurs in the same 'reality as the fict 'Face to
Face' By
Deunan.(Deunan@aol.com) This is all his fault, blame him (Gryn!)



	Quincy looked at the board long and hard.  It had been almost a week since he
had received his foe's move.  Since then he had spent many hours  looking at
the board, trying to read her plan of attack and plotting his 
countermoves. 
 	He was among the best players in the chess world, and could have easily
taken many of the current grandmasters if he had desired to play
competitively.  Sylia was one of the few that had ever really challenged him, 
forced him to think through the plans and actions he would take.
 	She was everything her father, Katsuhito Stingray, had been.  And so much
more.  She had his genius and drive, the creativity that had brought about the
boomer was there and she knew how to exercise it when needed.  She possessed
the knack to master any technical skill or science that she set her mind to,
just like him.  She had used it to build a financial  empire from the meager
dividends her father's estate paid off.  She possessed the cold efficient
nature of a corporate administrator, something Katsuhito never had. 
 	She also had her father's flaws.  A unbendable moral riggidness that he had
come to both like and despise, an echo of her father's own moral code.  The
same code that had forced Quincy to kill him, despite all the excutives plans
and hopes for the young genius.  -So much potential,- Quincy shook his head,
-wasted.-  Katsuhito had one major and deadly flaw, a lack of understanding on
how the realities of life really worked.  Sylia's  childish crusade had
already taught her more than her father had ever  learned.  It gave him hope
for his plans to see that. 
	-Perhaps,- he thought as he tapped a pawn and planned out the  possible
countermoves and actions of his opponent and finding the results not to his
liking, -or maybe not.- 
 	After Katsuhito there had been Mason.  Sharp and intelligent, the young man
already understood what life was really about. - Too much ambition can be just
as bad as too little,- he reflected.  Brian knew, at least on a subconscious
level, that he wasn't fit for the chairman's plans.  
 	His obsession and jealously of Sylia was a later reflection of that
realization.  Trying to prove that he was better and more suited than she
would ever be.  Quincy smiled bitterly at the memories while he explored
another tactic that might work. 
 	The elder Stingray wasn't a realistic choice, too much idealism, and Mason
was already too cold-blooded and set in his own plans to be changed
significantly.  Quincy blamed himself for that, he had pushed the executive
too fast in his training.  That ruined him by inciting an unsuitable thirst
for power.  Quincy had come to that decision shortly after he had reluctantly
order Mason to eliminate Katsuhito, but he didn't really see another possible
choice to use for his plans. 
 	Till the agents that he had tasked with the surveillance of Katsuhito's
children intercepted a data cartridge for young Sylia from her father.
Katsuhito's last dying move.  Quincy had investigated the cartridge and was
impressed with the risk that the dead genius had taken with his own daughter. 
	Using methods developed from his own boomer experiments, Stingray had found a
way to program a human mind.  He would leave all his knowledge and memories
for his daughter, who Quincy was surprised to find had already 
received several `augmentations' from her father.  And her brother Mackie as
well. 
	-I misjudged you, Katsuhito.- Quincy thought to himself as he tried a move
with his queen.  -You were able to be cold and calculating when needed,  but
to use your own children? -
 	He had the tape analyzed and then came up with his own plan.  At first he
thought about programming the girl to be a mirror image of himself, a
complete mental carbon copy, but discarded that as ultimately self-defeating.
He altered most of the memories on the cartridge, editing out all the private
interaction between himself and her father.  Then he added one scene,
hopefully the catalyst to evoke the state of mind that he desired.  Scatter
footage from the night of her father's murder, with the final image of Mason
shooting him.  
	She would be Mason's foil, a catalyst to try and temper him.  Mason  would be
the target that she would be aimed at.  Quincy would merely sit back and watch
the two fight till only one remained standing.  Hopefully  the survivor would
suit his, and Genom's, purpose. 
 	Sylia had become a balancing element, something to counter the fools that
worked for him and plotted to further their own ends.  She had helped,
however unwillingly, keep his company strong and fit by trimming away the 
reckless and foolhardy.  
	Quincy tapped the rook and plotted the battle out in his mind's eye. She was
the best student that he had ever had, even if Sylia didn't realize it.  She
had the intellect and the drive, when his lessons were complete and the
illusions that she harbored about her father's crusade were dispelled  she
would be ready to take her true place. 
 	He moved the rook and took the knight.  It would be a long time  before
someone like Sylia Stingray would loose those ideals he knew from  experience,
but he was sure that in the end she would see the rightness of  his ways.
Maybe, he reflected, it was time to maneuver the Knights into a  situation
where Sylia would have to sacrifice one of them.  Like he had done with his
queen in the last move. 
	He had the time and patience to teach her all the lessons that he learned.
-After all,- he reflected, -she might be the last chance I have to  save all
that I have made after I am gone.-  All he had to do was practice a  little
patience. 
 
Fin