Finally getting to this:
(Nevermind, Jashugan) Desty Nova said, as Alita unconsciously
tried to open her heavy, heavy eyelids.
Well, they were composed of a titainium-osmium alloy and weight five kilos,
so they were in fact very heavy for eyelids.
"That's just irrelevant, Yoko. Alita. Do you know the
answer? Has your brain been able retain that sort of information?
What is Jeru and Zolem? What does it make and where is it out there?
Please tell me."
No. She wouldn't tell him. To hell with him; maybe she knew, maybe she
didn't. But no, Alita wasn't talking. Not for all the tea in china.
China
"Tell me, Yoko. Tell me."
(I said I'm not telling. I don't even know if I know.)
"Tell me."
Alita: Fine. You're a doofus.
Desty: Besides that.
(Listen, Desty, it is so pointless for you to sit there and ask me
something you have no right to ask. That's not what you're here
for, you understand? I pay slight attention to you because your facial
expressions amuse me down here, that's all. You are nothing but my
television screen.)
Heh. Nice come back.
"Tell me, Yoko, tell me,
Yoko. Tell (I think)
Alita. Do you want me to sing it for
you?"
Alita: The Barney Song
Desty: Anything but that. I'm not that disturbed.
Alita woke up again, like the day just past, afraid for her life.
Would the...-no no! Would *anything* that wasn't supposed
to be there show its face? It wouldn't, right? Because that's what
normal is, right? When you have released yourself into your
environment with no reservations? Whatever that environment could be?
Hmm. Never thought of it like that.
As Alita breathed heavily and willed her tired eyes slowly open,
suddenly given the chance, Desty Nova blurred quickly into view on
a stool next to her. They were back in one of his large palacial
palatial (I think. I know your spelling is off)
she knew that this time it was real. No more fake awakenings. The
program was over and the radio signals in her head had ceased. Finis.
Nice way to put it.
Something else was being picked by her senses at the moment.
"I need you, Alita." Something new. Nova was smiling.
Probably a 'bad thing'
There was a strange high note in his voice that was so unlike him.
Alita could tell its infinitesimal warble spoke sad things about the
man's state of mind. There also rang a note of fear. But now outside the
dream, these were things he could not have known she would interpret. She
had learned of them only recently.
Oh?
"I'm alright," she replied calmly. She figured it was important to be
calm at the moment.
Pointing the antennae at her with its burnt-out wires dangling from the
back end, he grinned and said, "I knew you could do it; destroy the
program like this. Believe me, all I did was say the right word and
stand back, Alita. Your technique is ruddy but flawless."
"It's Alita."
That's what he said.
"Nonsense, Alita, we both were." He mused, smiling at some thought.
Alita could not come up with one of her own. Sixteen had been so long
ago. Her childhood on Mars, before she joined the invaders, learned
Panzer Kunst, met Beltram, or first lost her--
arm, at a time when most simply lost their virginity.
"Don't you remember when you and I were in grade school and I
came home one day from the park blinded?"
park, blinded?"
frame into the future or past. But knowing all of a sphere's
vertical coordinates, or say, an atom's quantum numbers, blocks
you from seeing and confirming the sphere's concurrent situation
by that very non-empirical, additional frame. The effect of
solving the bumbling question obscures the answer. Due to this,
Melchizadek posited my mental uncertainty and eventual full doubt.
My, how interesting.
"The brain is to blame for this confusion and poor prioritizing
of its life functions," he finished, dejected. "But I do not blame
it, not really."
But then again, looks what telling you to forgive. :)
"You know of my early hospital and lab. The new pair of eyes
I created still did not work correctly, and I have been given many
more chances to do it right. Each time losing more than just my
simple pair of eyes and usually more painfully than before. But that
is what it is like to be *forced* to evolve.
Nice way to put it.
Alita's eyebrows had lowered during this speech and she was holding
back a grimace. "Down at my core, you mean. *That* sphere and *that*
stream of life. Where you want me to go."
"Yes. That is where I want you to go and where I tried to let you
take me before. I have found that such things cannot be forced upon
a person. It is inhuman and unnatural. Defensively, you denied me."
Nova took a bite of his flan.
flan?
After so many dreams and so many tricks, her instincts had been
all but polished away. A few of her strongest roots would always
remain, no matter what scenarios he concocted, but it was dangerous
relying to
too
heavily on her last life lines. At the thought of them,
the most protected personal images of her loved ones faces flashed
briefly for her and she expelled them. This was not the time to care.
Not yet.
He leaned forward and layed his palms down on the examining table.
"I need you, Alita. I now know that I need your permission
to allow me to take you down to that core sphere of infinitely
valuable human feeling you still possess," and
possess." And (I think)
my long awaited inner sight. I will live within you and your
flesh forever. You will remain to sit hovering in the spaces
above my fingertips and guard me for ages until your floating,
outer cyborg body breaks apart and the core is sent drifting
up the lifestream into the depths of free space. Your final
job will be to awaken me and serve me in my newfound glory."
Heh. Nice fate.
Looking up at the strange glasses he wore as he stared at her body,
she wondered what he was truly watching, from beyond the biological
simplicities of the rest of world. Having unfairly lost his humanity
to a computer chip, what else could a big man like Nova do but
separate himself the rest of the way, and deny his losses?
Well, he could have held on to the rest and treasured it, but that's now the
way it happened. :)
Meanwhile, Nova looked again at the antenna in his hand, and for
an instant she heard him say to himself in a small voice, "Then again...
maybe Ouroborus was not the easiest way....." His doubts somehow
parralleling hers.
Or he was letting her hear intentionally as a master plan of his own.
"No it isn't," she replied, her mechanical spinal column, still
apparently working, expertly calculating out the numbers for her.
"It only holds a ruling thirty percent minority contact between
subject and object and is susceptible to nine out of ten of the
Ouroborial virus's. It is not even a Class 2 bond."
Heh. Cute way to ruin his day.
"I have no inner eyes, Nova, you freak! You know this! I am
a blind mechanical creature like you! We are both forbidden
to know those childish things!"
Or at least that is what she wants him to think.
Alita eyes glowed red and within a second the machine holding
her was destroyed. The great, mammoth curtains that were her eyelids
slid upward and filling their space, she saw Desty Nova's pupils
staring down into hers while he screamed violently into a cordless
microphone in his hand. The room of seven thousand, seven
hundred, and seventy-seven
Any reason for all the sevens?
long metal antennae exploded in flame
and instantly burned away to ash, and Alita stood at full height
before a now quivering, shaking boy Desty Nova with his tragic
computer-chip brain.
it's going to be a bad day for DN.
The awakening was nothing but divine and she was far too upset
to thank any of her individual faculties. Her hot temper flaring,
Alita bellowed the last words that had entered her head.
"AND *I* CHOSE IT BACK!!"
But we don't get to see his dismantling. Awww.
Nice little piece, but due to me limited experience with BAA/Gumm I probably
couldn't apprecaite it as much as I could have. But it was worth reading and
looking over.
D.B. Sommer
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