FORTY-SEVEN: Thunder Lettuce

FORTY-SEVEN: Thunder Lettuce

On his hundredth day on Moon Thegund, Alden crossed the compound, rubbing his arms to ward off the cold even though he was wearing two turtlenecks on top of each other. The lab was enduring its second long night since hed arrived, and though he was getting used to it, it was still hard to resist staring up at the sky.

There were never any stars, and he couldnt see the clouds through the glare of the facilitys powerful lights. The buzz was long-since gone, and Moon Thegund was still and quiet again. In the dark periods, Alden felt their isolation from the rest of the universe more keenly. It was only him and Kibby and these few buildings now. Everything else was blackness and silence.

Hed left his little partner sleeping back at the vault.

He could feel her there.

It was a relatively new ability. A couple of weeks ago, Alden had lost track of her. Hed searched and searched, calling her name, and growing increasingly worried until he suddenly realized he just knew what direction she was in.

At first, it was almost the same as the feeling he had during their magic lessonsa weight in her direction, like the universe leaned ever so slightly toward her. But as hed become aware of how to access the sense of her, it had gotten sharper and clearer rapidly. Little effort was involved now that hed figured out the trick.

Because its something thats pre-built into the skill, he thought.

This was what the System had called targeting. Hed just learned how to access it in a new way.

Kibby was the one who could entrust him with things. Alden no longer needed the light halo or the direction indicator to know it. He was positive he could untarget and retarget her, too, now. But he hadnt tried.

Some things were too dangerous to experiment with.

He entered the greenhouse and paused for a moment to appreciate the warmth and the artificial sunlight blazing down from the glass panels overhead.

Well, blazing from most of them. Some of them were dead.

Some of everything was dead. That was how it worked around here.

Alden walked between the hydroponic tables, examining the plants. The greenhouse was mostly automated. During the first couple of months, a task list had appeared on the wall every other day or so for things that required attention. Kibby would read it to Alden, and when she didnt already know how to complete a chore, theyd figured it out together.

The list had died.

Fortunately Alden had the routine down well enough to muddle through without it by the time it did. Today, the greenhouse had provided a new set of germination trays already loaded with seeds in little gel cups. Alden took it from the cabinet it had appeared in and slotted it into an empty space on one of the hydro tables.

Hang in there, dude, he said to it. Its a rough world.

The last few trays hed slotted in were largely failures. Most of the seeds didnt sprout. A few produced anemic little plants that looked like theyd never turn into anything worth eating. And a far smaller number were growing like weeds. One of the first trays hed placed had made a whole lot of nothing and a few gargantuan heads of what Alden was calling Thunder Lettuce.

The name made Kibby groan like she was in pain every time he said it.

Alden and the little girl had enjoyed a long discussion about eating Thunder Lettuce, and about the many other plants in the greenhouse that were still alive but no longer looking quite like they were meant to.

Conclusionif the trial servings tasted yummy and didnt make you sick, eat it.

It wasnt like the corruption couldnt get at all the other food they ate anyway. It just seemed to morph the living things at the lab more quickly and obviously than it did the non-living ones. Even the vault was only offering minor protection, since the door had to be left open.

As Alden grew more and more aware of his own power, he also became increasingly sensitive to the perpetual assault of existing in this place. The network of power he had sometimes imagined around himself during teleports, or that one overwhelming meeting with the Primary, was still there. But it was like it was being sandblasted.

The chaos pressed in endlessly. Alden asserted himself endlessly. The process had become automatic, but it was never ignorable. Even when he was not deliberately flexing his authority or using his skill, he was aware of it now. A strange sensation, like he was always tensing in expectation of a sharp poke.

Asserting my authority. Asserting my right to be here and be me. Im getting much better at it.

He could tell he was. He could now control the strength of the flex if he chose. Sometimes, a grim and weary whisper in his mind pointed out that he could also choose to stop.

Not often. But often enough to worry him.

Today he was fine.He stole some dark green leaves the size of pillowcases from Thunder Lettuce Fourthe garlicky one. Stir-fry for breakfast sounded good. Kibby liked it when he cooked. She didnt care what it tasted like. She just wanted someone to give her food on a plate at the table.

Like she wanted him to offer to brush her hair. And tell her to chew her tooth gum.

It had taken Alden too long to realize it. She was a capable kid. If she didnt do something obvious for herself, it was because she really wanted him to do it for her.

Cant fix her trauma. Cant fix the moon.

Can fix breakfast.

And do a decent French braid.

At least it was something.

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That afternoon, they watched television.

They watched a lot of television.

Hours and hours of it every day in the vault. It was too easy to just stare at the screens and enjoy the sight and sound of other people living normal lives.

Well, normal for Artonans.

Alden was a little concerned about the amount of alien content he was absorbing. The dark episodes in the soap operas were starting to make sense. Klee-pak shouldnt have killed the daisies. To disrespect life in the wake of death was the same as spitting on his friends graves.

His parents were still assholes, though. They could have explained it instead of throwing their kid in the punishment closet.

It was so he could feel the darkness of death, said Kibby. And come to a greater knowledge of what hed done wrong.

Deep, said Alden, nodding in understanding.

You mean profound.

Profound.

Language was coming along fantastically. This was a next-level immersion experience. Desperately wanting and needing to communicate complex ideas all the time, having a stickler of a roommate wholoved correcting you, the total and complete absence of your native tongue

Alden had caught himself thinking in Artonan several times recently. A few more months and hed start making a serious attempt at the writing system.

I dont know what his sisters name was, he said. And I still dont understand. It sounded like when you were putting the wizards in order you maybe changed it. Frompowerful wizards to brave wizards? Is that right or wrong?

Yes! Brave is more important than strong.

Wow. That was not the answer Alden had been expecting. Does everyone think the same? Or just some people?

She glared at him. Everyone knows - are better than regular wizards.

Im missing something.

I met the Primarys son. Stu-arth. He wanted to be a warrior? For the Mother Planet.

Not just a warrior. A .

So it was the word the System had been translating as knight.

A knight. A knight is a kind of wizard that is better than a normal wizard?

Kibby nodded.

But are they always stronger? Could Worli Ro-den win in a fight with a knight?

She looked appalled. Distinguished Master Ro-den would not fight a knight.

But if he did

He would not. His head would be removed.

So the knight would definitely win?

She huffed. That doesnt matter. His head would be removed for fighting the knight even if he won. Especially if he won and hurt the knight.

Hed be executed? Well, okay then. Maybe the knights were even more like royalty than hed suspected when he first heard about Stuarts dad.

Alden hoped Jel-nor hadnt been beheaded for dueling Stuart. Maybe official duels were different than fights. And the guy was only a wannabe knight at this point, so surely it didnt count.

Are the knights all family to each other? he asked, still trying to slot them in as some kind of obscure magical royalty. Is that part of what makes them knights?

Of course not. That would be dumb.

I dont understand, Alden moaned.

I told you. You get confused.

She kept rattling on about the Primary, and Alden only got more confused.

Kibby made it sound like the mans role in Artonan society was a cross between a nuclear warhead and the Pope. The two ideas did not mesh. He began to wonder if she just had such a huge crush on knights that it was preventing her from giving him an unbiased answer.

Wait, wait, he said. One more time. All knights are better than all regular wizards, even if theyre not always stronger. Because they promise to protect the Triplanets from danger. Is that right?

Thats right, said Kibby.

Okay. Now they were getting somewhere.

Why doesnt everyone make the promise then?

Kibby made the double hand gesture she liked to use for a shrug. Then she added, Theyre not allowed to break the promise. And I think they have to be special somehow. Maybe its important to be stronger than normal wizards, too, even if they dont have to be the very strongest. Because I never heard about a weak knight.

She paused. I asked Distinguished Master Ro-den if I could be a knight one day. After I saw one on a video.

What did he say?

He said to ask him the same question after I got older and finally learned some magic. He said it was a terrible life for crazy wizards, , and idiots.

Joe, whod spent years living here on Moon Thegund by choice, thought other wizards were crazy?

Change of subject, Alden said. Then we can watch another show. Ive wanted to ask you before, and since were talking about magic and culturehow do Avowed work with everything else?

Kibby blinked. Dont you get assignments and complete them?

No, sorry. I didnt mean to say work. I meantwhat do Artonans think about Avowed? What did you think when you first saw me?

He had Joes opinion about the views most wizards had. But hed never quite figured out what Kibby and the assistants thought of him.

I thought, A human! Probably it is a man human. Distinguished Master Ro-den might have sent it. Or Yipalck might have sent it. I wonder if its going to do magic. I hope its going to help us. I hope its not going to hurt us.

So it was that simple and obvious then.

He didnt know why he was thinking it would have been anything more complicated. What else would someone think when a potentially powerful alien walked up to their front door?

Kibby smiled at him. I cant believe you met the Primary! I cant believe you met a knight at all. I have never seen one in real life! Tell me what he said to you again!

He said I was amazing.

Liar.

He said I was the best human hed ever met, and I should be the Primary.

Liar liar!

We held hands.

Kibby looked like she wanted to bite him.