"Hey,
you can't go in there!"
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Questions
1. What kind of person is Lcorn Llorne? What does she look like (in your mind)?
2. What kind of person is the Deborah Ignigus? What does she look like (in your mind)?
3. Does the setting seem fitting? Would you like to know more?
4. Does the second section flow well? Does it feel forced or disjointed?
L’lorne and
Deborah stopped mere feet from the elevator door. The guard that stood there didn't seem to
mind their approach, but the woman at the reception desk practically screamed
at the two of them.
L’lorne
turned from the elevator and marched across the black marble floor to the black
marble reception desk and the three people who manned it, or womanned it as
they were all women. "Really?"
she leaned against the desk that was nearly chest high. "And why would that be?"
"You're
not authorized," the woman glared.
Well, at least Deborah assumed she glared as she could barely see over
the desk.
"I was
the last time I came in here," L’lorne said in the most irritated tone
Deborah had ever heard. It also confused
her, as she had been under the impression that L’lorne had never been in the
building before, or even in the capital for that matter.
"Well
you must have missed the updates to the security system," the receptionist
said. "Your ident cards
please."
L’lorne grumbled
something, and handed over her wallet.
The woman waved her hand at Deborah, insisting that she give her own ID,
but the woman didn't quite seem to be looking at her. Deborah hesitantly handed it over only to
have it snapped out of her hand. There
was some shuffling behind the slight rise in the counter that prevented Deborah
from seeing over with any ease, followed by some tapping and beeping.
"Ah,
okay," the woman said. More
shuffling and tapping. "Okay, there
we go." The woman stood up and
handed L’lorne's back, then moved to give Deborah's back. "Sorry about that," she said,
looking right over Deborah's head. The
girl could only blink, then carefully reached up and took the wallet. "As I said, the security system was
recently upgraded, and now everyone must have their ID's scanned before
entering the elevator."
"Really,
when'd they do that?" L’lorne
asked.
"About
a month ago, I think. You two must have
been out in the field a while if you didn't even hear about it."
"Well,
we decided to walk back from our last assignment," L’lorne smiled. "Better for the circulation, you
know?"
"Oh
don't I ever! I would walk back and
forth to work if I didn't live so far away.
Or if it wasn't so cold in the winter, or hot in the summer. Oh well, you're all set. You’re heading to missing persons, yes?” L’lorne nodded. “They moved two weeks ago, fifth floor, turn
left, then right, third door on the right.
Have a nice day."
"Thank
you," L’lorne said. Deborah said
something equivalent, but didn't linger on the exact nature too much.
"There's
something wrong with that woman," Deborah said quietly to L’lorne as they
moved toward the elevator.
"Really?"
"She
didn't even stop to look twice at me.
She didn't even look at me."
Deborah paused. "What did
you have that ID say about me?"
"Nothing,
except that you were authorized to enter."
The guard nodded to them and turned the key that called the
elevator. "Why, do you think it
matters?"
"Well,
I don't know, but something is definitely wrong with her if she doesn't notice
that I'm a. . ." Before she could
finish, the elevator arrived, and L’lorne pulled her inside.
"Maybe
there's another reason," L’lorne said as she studied the button panel and
pressed the button marked 5.
"Yeah,
what's that?" The mirrored doors of
the elevator slid closed.
"Oh,
probably that," L’lorne pointed.
Deborah's
gaze shifted from L’lorne to the doors, and a reflection that wasn't quite her
own at all. There was L’lorne, her long
black hair, simple coat and slacks, and standing next to her was a tall blond
woman wearing a long brown coat.
"What the. . ." The
blond woman's mouth moved as Deborah spoke, causing her to stop. She moved her hand, and the image moved her
hand the same. "What is this?"
"What
they see right now, and for as long as you want."
Deborah
reached over and touched the reflection.
Her hand was near even with her head as she reached out, but the
reflection reached down to touch the hand exactly where it should if it were a
real reflection. "How," was
all she could manage.
"You
didn't think those glasses could just receive information, did you?"
"But
I'm not wearing them."
"Doesn't
matter to the glasses."
The girl
stared at her reflection, an adult reflection and could only ponder at it. "Is this what I'll look like when I grow
up?"
L’lorne
shrugged. "Probably, it's only
guessing really, taking what I've learned about you and extrapolating this
image. It's close, at least."
More
staring. "I look like mama."
"Then
your mother was a very beautiful woman," L’lorne said calmly. The door pulled itself open and the image
disappeared behind the walls. "Come
on."
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For a
moment, Deborah wondered if all government building hallways looked like the
one in which she stood. It was devoid of
any real markings aside from room numbers and a few choice words to describe
the room behind it. The rest was bland,
a dull cream color that served no purpose than that it was chosen to stick to
the walls. The carpet was a combination
of purple and dark blue, but it too seemed simply to have been placed there
with no rhyme or reason. The lighting
was equally bad, just cheap florescent office lights, and while they let in
adequate light, they seemed destined to light a space which was not meant to be
seen, and likely would never have been if it weren't for the lone window at the
end of the hall. That was the only way
she knew the hallway was ugly.
"I
think it's this way," L’lorne said quickly, moving away from the window
and the elevator, deeper into the depths of the hell of the bland.
"Where
are we going?"
"Missing
persons," L’lorne answered, peering down a side hallway that wasn't part
of the directions.
"Why? Mama isn’t exactly missing, she was
kidnapped."
L’lorne
stopped at an intersection. A quick
glance left was followed by a confident step to the right. "True, but the point was simply to get
in here, everything afterwards we can handle electronically."
Deborah
stopped at the intersection while L’lorne continued forward. "Well why missing persons? Why not something more in line with what we
want?"
"And
what would be," L’lorne stopped and returned to the intersection.
"I
don't know, maybe," she couldn't think of anything and just stood there
for a moment, as if in thought, but really as a stall. "I'm just not sure how I'm supposed to
react to everything."
"You
mean your reflection."
"Yeah,
mostly. But the ID thing, with you
seeming like you've been here before, the glasses, your implant things, the way
you spend money, the boutique. It's all,
just, I don't know, confusing."
L’lorne
nodded, then put her arm on Deborah's shoulder.
"Let's go have a seat," she pointed forward to a kind of small
lounge. They settled down on a pair of
linked, uncomfortable, and fairly ugly chairs. "Okay, ask away."
"Um,
I'm not sure where," Deborah started.
"How did you make that image of me?"
"It
extrapolated your genetic patterns into the fully grown form. Probably about 25 or so, I'd say."
"It?"
L’lorne
held up her wrist and the watch. "I
knew you couldn't get in as a kid, so I had this make you look like a
woman. It's all quite simple, simple as
breathing."
"Simple? I've never seen anything like this. It matches me exactly, like it's," a
pause of disbelief. "Like it's
reading my mind."
"No,
it's not. It's reading your nerve
impulses in your various body parts, nothing more."
"And
the database?"
"Electrical
patterns in the brain. That's why you
have to speak the first commands to it, so it knows what to look for."
Deborah
thought on this for a moment, and decided that it was reasonable, if odd. "How does it do it though?"
L’lorne
smiled. "It does it very
well." Deborah frowned. "It would take too long to explain, just
accept that it does it, for now. Later,
maybe, I'll show you how it all works."
"Okay,"
Deborah said. "Now, why did you act
like you've been here before? Have you
been here before?"
A shake of
the head. "No, I haven't been here
before. This is the first time I've been
in the capital, for that matter."
She settled down a bit in the chair.
"Remember the boutique? How
that woman acted when we came in?"
"Like
we didn't belong?"
"Exactly. We didn't belong in there, did we?"
"No,
well I didn't anyway." She could
still see the disgust on the woman's face as she tried to shy them away.
"We
didn't belong," L’lorne stressed.
"But as soon as I started acting like I belonged, and gave her
evidence to support the act. . ."
"She
became more than happy to help us," Deborah finished.
"Same
here. We act like we belong, offer her
evidence that we belong, and to her, and everyone else who matters, we
do."
"Well,
that makes sense," Deborah said quietly.
"But what if that lady hadn't told us where missing persons
was? How would we have found it?"
"I
would have asked in a way that didn't sound like asking. Maybe make a joke about it being moved when
they changed the security system or something.
Doesn't matter, she told us anyway." L’lorne stood up. "Now, the officer guarding it is
probably expecting us, so we should get going."
"Right,"
Deborah said without hesitation. She
felt better, like she was learning something important. "Uh, how are we going to convince that
guy to let us look for mama?"
"That,"
L’lorne said. "Will take persuasion
by other methods."
"You're
not. . ."
"No,
of course not, but we will have to make it so he doesn't have any choice."
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Questions
1. What kind of person is Lcorn Llorne? What does she look like (in your mind)?
2. What kind of person is the Deborah Ignigus? What does she look like (in your mind)?
3. Does the setting seem fitting? Would you like to know more?
4. Does the second section flow well? Does it feel forced or disjointed?
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