FIFTY-TWO: The Necessary Functions

FIFTY-TWO: The Necessary Functions

Alden and Kibby had decided that Plan 2 wouldnt commence until Moon Thegunds current night was almost at an end. They had about eleven days. It was too long to wait, and at the same time, they had so much to do to prepare that it felt like no time at all

Take me with you! Kibby demanded as Alden put the last few pieces of equipment into a backpack hed found in one of the closets.

I told you why Im not going to do that. He hefted the backpack. It weighed about one and a half Kibbys.

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Thats not it, Alden said as gently as he could. Im ninety-nine percent sure Im not going to die. But I will be testing my movement trait heavily. That means I could make a mistake and exhaust myself too much to keep my preserved item safe. I want to make sure its only a bunch of supplies and not my learning partner.

I would be fine for a little while even if I wasnt in the lab!

I know. I believe you when you tell me that. Because lying to me would be very dangerous in this situation, and you know it. But were still not going to waste your strength on this. Plan 2 might fail. So stay here in the vault and do that research you wanted to do, and save your energy for Plan 3.

Kibby was scared to be left alone even for a few hours. Alden understood. He was scared to be leaving her, too.

But Plan 3 was the Alden and Kibby travel to safety instead of waiting for it to come to them plan. Also known as the most extremely terrifying plan. And for it to even have the slimmest chance of succeeding, Alden needed to understand what being outside the lab walls was really like.

And he felt like he had to at least make an attempt to rescue their one potential mode of transportation.

I need you to entrust me with the backpack, he said.

You will not be able to use the mover discs without me. Your human brain wont perform the necessary functions.

Wow, she was really stretching for excuses now.

I promise my human brain works well enough to operate a remote control. Even if it is a complicated one. Entrust me with the backpack, Kibby.

It took a few more minutes of conversation, but she finally did it. Alden was relieved.

Okay, he said, securing the backpack around himself. He was already wearing the coat. What did we do with the

Kibby lifted up a pair of very odd-looking glasses. Shed made them herself by prying some of the magic lenses out of the awesome binoculars and gluing them onto lab goggles.

You could see in the dark with them. It was a fuzzy black-and-white vision, but it would do.

When the magic on them fails, you will be . You will lose your way back home.

They might not fail. And the lab lights are so bright Ill be able to see them from a very long way away.

Kibby nodded. She bit her lip. Ifif you come back I will give you a present.

Really? Alden said, smiling at her. What is it?

Its something good that you want.

Now Im very curious.

Then you should come back fast, she said seriously.

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Leaving the lab behind to walk into the pitch blackness of the chaos-steeped night was just as much fun as Alden had imagined it would be. He felt like he was slowly drifting away from the real world into an abyss that wanted to get handsy with his essential nature.

He was fresh right now and so good at assertive mode that he didnt even have to think about it. His authority just pressed right back on its own. But the pressure never let up. And it would be worse when he got tired.

For a while, he went slowly, poking at the ground with a long metal rod hed taken from the lab. The grass was all dead and rotted away now, except for the random blades that had become Thunder Grass or started to grow into looping vines. Pretty much everywhere he looked there was just bare, unstable soil.

Ugh, this is stupid, he thought as the metal sank a few inches into a random patch. Can I even run on this? Is there any point in trying the car at all?

The only thing that made him think that running might be okay was that he had decided his movement trait was based heavily on an extra symbolic understanding of the universe.

He hadnt learned nearly as much as he needed to about magic, but by now, hed accepted that it could happen in more than one way.

Dont overthink it.

He turned the car back off and climbed out.

Just because it had power, that didnt mean it would run. And he still had to get it back on its metal tires, which was an iffy prospect despite what hed told Kibby. Then, it had to get across the hazardous ground back to the lab.

No chance it would all come together.

Alden took the mover discs and the remote control out of the backpack while it wasnt preserved and then put it back on. The discs couldnt be added back and re-preserved after he used them for this, but the backpack didnt lose its status as his entrusted object just because hed removed its contents. Very convenient.

Mover discs looked like big silver hockey pucks. One side of them stuck onto the object you wanted to move and you used a remote control the size of a textbook to direct the things to levitate or shift in different directions. Bigger objects took more discs. The lab had hundreds of them, but they must have been unusually delicate because they were almost all dead. Kibby had looked up a manual for them on the television and done math and said Alden would need twenty-two to move the car.

He had eighteen. It would have to be enough.

He removed all the weight from the car he could, including the bodies. He did his best not to touch the vining grass that seemed like it might be in one of the chaos-spreading categories of demon things. He positioned the hockey pucks where he could, in places that looked the least damaged.

When he got them all situated to his satisfaction, he started adjusting each individually with the remote control. It was fiddly, especially since the numbers on the display that showed lift angle, direction, and power were in Artonan. But he had practiced on stuff at the lab. He wasnt so hopeless he couldnt figure it out.

Your human brain wont perform the necessary functions.

He snorted. Last month, hed said his first English word in ages aloud by accident, and shed acted shocked. She claimed shed thought he was gradually sacrificing his native vocabulary to make room for Artonan.

Theyd had a talk about how lacking two streams of consciousness didnt affect his memory storage.

I hope she was just being funny-mean. I think she was.

He finished setting each disc to move in the way he thought would be best, then he activated them. Popping, creaking sounds came from the car.

Not working, Alden thought. He wasnt surprised enough to feel even a little bit of disappointment. Well, it was worth a try.

He jumped and stumbled back as the car righted itself with a thud that shook the ground.

Oh. Alden stared at it. He looked down at the remote and switched the mover discs off.

Now what?

Kibby had been adamant that her father and sister would be completely gone. Shed said it in a way that made Alden think she didnt want to deal with the bodies. So he wouldnt try to take them along.

He cleaned out the backseat thoroughly, trying to make sure there were as few horrible reminders there as possible. Not that the car itself wasnt a huge one.

Under a seat, he found the toy ryeh-bt model Kibbys sister had been holding when she died. He tried not to remember the little girl the way shed looked that day, but he could. He always could when he thought about it. It was one of those memories that didnt fade.

One of the ryeh-bts wings was gone now. Its scales werent looking so great. But it was still in the same poised-to-fly pose Alden had chosen for it six months ago.

He held it gently on his palm, examining it through the night vision lenses.

I dont know how we got to a place like this, he said. But at least were still somewhere, right?

He stuck it in the pocket of his failing lab coat. Kibby could have it if she changed her mind about mementos. Or hed keep it himself.

Ryeh-bts who held up against the chaos for this long deserved a trip to a better place.

He climbed into the drivers seat and buckled the harness.

Youre not actually going to go, are you? he asked the car. The ground is a mess out there. One more deepish bad patch like this one, and youll just give up again.

Kibby swore there wouldnt be anything like a bottomless pit for them to fall into. Most of the soil would only cave a few inches, which the car could handle. The worst patches should be like the one that had caused this roll over. Just a two or three feet deep.

But there would still be plenty of those. And one of the mover discs had died just from this flip. It had fallen onto the dirt before the car was even righted. Alden didnt think the others were likely to give him another full lift.

Dont you dare make me trust you for no reason, he said to the car.

Then he pushed the logogram for home. And they started rolling.