ONE HUNDRED TWELVE: The Chainer, IV

ONE HUNDRED TWELVE: The Chainer, IV

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So, said Alden spitting toothpaste into the sink while Lute brushed at the one beside him, when did it happen?

Lute looked at him in the mirrored medicine cabinet. When did what happen?

What do you think, man? You cant tell me all about your childhood and then leave out the big magical stuff.

I wasnt going to. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. What was being selected like for you, though?

I was in the bathroom at school, looking at an anatomically suspicious cactus someone had drawn on the wall. I had a really weird feeling and then the System started whispering in my ear. It was a shock. I just left without talking to anyone. But I was forewarned that I might get that shock, so it probably wasnt as

You were?

Gorgon was actually the one whose warning had made the biggest difference, but that wasn't something Alden was prepared to try explaining.

The superhero who saved my life when I was a kid had a spell that didnt work properly on me. It was supposed to completely knock me out, but I stayed awake. Hannah was curious about it, so she went and tested the spell on a ton of different people and animals. Several years later, she told me the only ones that had the same reaction I did were a few Anesidoran children. He rinsed his toothbrush. She thought maybe it was related to peoples theories about chaos potential. She was careful to emphasize that I shouldnt expect anything, and I didnt. Exactly. But it did fuel my hopes. I wanted it way past the age when its reasonable for a person to still be hoping, Maybe one day Ill be magical!

Chaos potential is totally a real thing, said Lute. The average citizen just doesnt have a lot of info on what it is. I bet at least some of the heavy hitter combatants who get summoned know. I just assume the Grandwitch knows stuff like that, too. Not to compliment her, mind you, but she is antique and very interested in involving herself in all things Artonan.

Wanna hear my theory?

Sure.

Its bad.

Im sure Ive heard it before. Anesidorans love nothing more than guessing at all the things the Artonans are still refusing to be one hundred percent forthcoming about. We even guess at the things they are forthcoming about, in case theyre lying.

Alden typed a mental text out and left it hanging with no recipient:

[If youve got a problem with me sharing a little of the theory I came up with on Thegund, you should let me know.]

He waited a second. The System didnt shout, Stop, idiot! That will cause a global catastrophe!

So he figured it was safe.

He gave Lute his cheerfullest smile. Im ninety percent sure the phrase chaos potential has to do with how likely a person is to turn into something that could be classified as a demon in the event of a chaos exposure.

Lute blinked. Ive heard similar things, but those ideas seem to be more popular with anti-Avowed hate groups than with Avowed.

Well, part two of my theory is that the System fixes the chaos vulnerabilities a person might have in the process of making us Avowed, so theres no reason for the hate groups to use it against any of us. Were better for handling chaos than regular people, not worse. As promised really. The Artonans did say they were ultimately making Avowed to help them out with chaos problems. He paused. Also, just because some Avowed might have high chaos potential prior to being chosen, that doesnt mean all of us do. I dont think that, actually.

The System had said it stabilized existences. It could be picking just the people who had a mix of high enough authority and an unusual vulnerability to chaos. Or it could be picking everyone on Earth who was naturally above the authority threshold for F-rank and granting them affixations and further stability. Or it could be weighing multiple qualities to assess a persons value as a future Avowed as well as their risk of demonifying.

He didnt know which it was or if some third or fourth factor was at play, but he didnt believe it was pure chaos potential.

Because Gorgon had done something to Alden before the System had gotten to him. And he had done such a good job at it that the Earth System had mentioned it was a positive, and she had commented on how exceptional Gorgons work on his was.

But the Earth System had still picked him. And stabilized him some more with the affixation.

It might have done it just because I was already on its to-be-Avowed list, and it wasnt able or willing to remove me from it for some reason.

He doubted that was it.

Oh, so you dont necessarily think chaos potential makes us Avowed. You think its an additional wrinkle in the situation? What do you think makes the System pick someone then?

In the interest of not having an extremely long talk about alien philosophy, said Alden, lets call it power.

Lute nodded. Power. Most people I knew growing up thought that they either had an ability to contain more power than regular people and that was why the System would choose them to hold magic or that they were born with some kind of power and the System has the ability to wake it up and turn it into magic.

More the second one, thought Alden.

As far as I know, my family pretty much all thinks some version of the second. There are some other theories. But it doesnt really matter which one you look atif its even a little reasonable, it has to take into account the fact that two superhumans usually have superhuman children. Which means its not random. The special thing, whatever it is, is inside you.

He stared at his own reflection.

I really dont know what it feels like. To grow up knowing you have something that will become magic. I was so sure I didnt. Id been training myself not to even want it since I was a little older than a toddler. By eighth gradeI was just trying to hold on until I was old enough for my real life to happen. Somewhere far away from here.

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Nilama Paragon Academy Theater

January 14, 2039

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One day, thought Lute Velra, I will live thousands of kilometers away from this place.

He sat in a group of his classmates, right at the base of the stage, waiting for his name to be read. It was the end of the first week of school, and the principal was calling them up one by one. This little ceremony was just for the eighth grade; the speech had been short and casual.

It didnt matter. The excitement was so strong, he wondered if the sound of all the racing heartbeats was annoying one of the new teachers. She was an Audial Brute.

Konstantin Roberts! the principal called, and Kon flew out of his seat and up the stairs to shake her hand and take a small wooden case, engraved with his name and the name of the school.

I will live so far away they forget my name.

At the start of the eighth grade year, Paragon students received their graduation pins. It was a tradition nearly as beloved as the fifth grade trips. The pins were a single logogram made of titanium. It was an unusually intricate and elegant symbol, and the principals speech had mostly been defining the Artonan word it represented.

It means an ending and a beginning that arrive at the same time, shed said. And so its appropriate that we give them to you. You will walk through the doors of this school wearing them one day to announce that a wonderful phase of your life has ended and an equally wonderful one has begun.

When I see the powerful ones on television screens, Ill think, Oh, theres Kon electrocuting a serial killer with a lightning spell. Havent thought of that guy in years.

Konstantin bounced off the stage and raced over to reclaim his seat. He opened the box so that he could stare at his pin. They were all doing it. Most of the grade had been called up, and they were now gazing at the pins. Or even touching them lightly with their fingers, like they were checking to make sure they were real.

Normally, theyd have gotten them on the first day. Instead, the whole grade had been brought to the auditorium on Monday not for the pin ceremony, but to have a lecture on their general behavior the previous term. It was the most blistering talking-to Lute had ever experienced.

The gist of it was that they were expected to behave with maturity this year, dammit, and anyone who couldnt do that should raise their hand right then and there so that they could be taken back to the primary school building and start over with the five-year-olds.

Carlotta Sullivan!

Carlotta headed up to get her pin.

In the seat in front of Lute, Vandy was staring down at her own pin. She was wearing light blue earrings shaped like cloudsa subtle announcement that shed decided on Shaper of Sky for herself over the holidays. He doubted she would change her mind. She wasnt someone who liked to reverse course. The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.

Vandys parents were both S-rank superheroes. Quite famous. She probably would be, too.

I wonder what it will feel like if I see her one day, decades from now, and she looks almost exactly the same. More beautiful because of Appeal. In a fancy outfit because of her job.

But the same, pretty much.

Lute forced that thought away from him, as he always did. It was too frightening to look at for long.

Assuming true rejuvenation remained a rare skillset among Earths top Healers, not all of his classmates would have access to it. Butsome of them would. The best and most well-connected of them. And he probably wouldnt.

If his mother didnt, after a lifetime at Aulias side, then Lute wouldnt after a lifetime spent staying as far away from Anesidora as he could.

When I get old and sick, theyll treat me with medicine that only exists thanks to the Contract. Thanks to Avowed. I guess Ill have to think of them all then.

He wondered if he would still feel guilty about the dice when he was an old man. If some of his classmates really did die in one of those waysif someone they loved suffered in one of those ways...

Stop thinking about it.

Nobody had spoken to him all week, unless it was necessary for class. He hadnt initiated a conversation with any of them himself. Lute didnt know how they were thinking about it, but for his part, a show of maturity was just a return to silence.

Stay out of their way. Dont whine anymore about the fact that their world surrounds you without letting you in. If the class assignment doesnt apply to you, do it quietly anyway. If things go badly again, dont respond.

Yield to it all. Be the doormat.

Until you finally get to leave this place forever.

It was quieter than last yearnot a single incident that could be called bullying.

Lute Velra!

He stood. No laughter. No anything.

It was better, wasnt it? Even if it was so very cold sometimes.

He walked up to get his pin, then he sat back down with it. He couldnt decide if he wanted to open the box or not.

Of course they had given him one. Since his mom wouldnt let him quit or transfer schools, he would graduate one day. Sort of. The high school at Paragon was not a building, but a single hallway that emptied rapidly throughout the year as the people who hadnt been selected in the later half of ninth grade all got their turn in tenth. Eleventh grade would be one classroom by the end of the year. Just a handful of straggler future low ranks with parents rich enough to keep sending them here.

Eleventh was the accelerated year. Six days of instruction instead of five and no holidays for that tiny class of left-behinds, so that they could be ushered out the door directly into university instead of bothering with application and transfer to an Avowed high school for twelfth grade.

Graduation for them was sugar cookies with their parents and the faculty in the teachers lounge and everyone wishing them luck with the rest of their lives. They would get to wear their pins that day, if they hadnt already put them on.

It sounded immensely depressing. None of these people would be beaming down at their pins if they knew for sure, as Lute did, that theyd only get to wear them once. On sugar cookie day.

Haoyu Zhang-Demir!

Haoyu gets called last for everything like this. Because of the Z. He might be the first one who gets to wear the pin, though.

He had to be one of the frontrunners for that honor. His parents werent just Ss; they were strong ones.

The tradition at Paragon was for students to wear the graduation pin starting on the first school day after their selection. Since you werent allowed to keep attending the school indefinitely as an Avowed, selection was the beginning of your graduation process. People wore the pins to school for a few weeks or months, while they were trading for their desired class, sorting out their next steps, and applying for Avowed high schools.

Then they were gone for good. Into the world of adult superhumans.

An ending and a beginning that arrive at the same time.

Ninth grade was all about checking your classmates lapels every morning, to see if the System fairy had come to bestow gifts on them in the night.

But they received the pins in eighth because

What if it happens for one of us this year! a girl squealed as Lute tried to find his way through a cluster of his fellow eighth graders who were clogging up the hall at the end of the day. It does sometimes!

Paragon was the kind of school where an eighth grader got selected once in a while. Not a U-type, of course. A true pre-fifteen. It had happened to a girl the year before last, and it had been like an emotional bomb went off in the middle school building.

The eighth grade had gotten so wild theyd just let them skip classes and fling their enthusiasm back and forth at each other for a day.

It tended to be similar when the first ninth grader walked through the doors with their pin each year, but that usually happened around February or March to someone who had turned fifteen earlier in the year. Everyone knew it was coming. After that initial sign that it was finally starting for all of them, the ninth graders settled into a routine of freaking out over their new selectees for the first half hour of a school day and getting back to business.

The eighth grade selectee had taken over the schools collective mind for weeks.

It could be you, Vandy! Or you, Haoyu!

Haoyu smiled nervously. I dont think Id want to be picked this year, he told them. Id have to leave and head to high school without any of the rest of you. Id be younger than all the other students in my new school. And Im almost sure about what I want but not a hundred percent. Id have to make important decisions in a big hurry. I think it would be really hard.

He sounds like hes seriously thought about early selection, thought Lute.

At least he wouldnt do something horribly arrogantlike throwing himself a premature Coming of Age party.

I think Hazel jinxed herself with that. Shes going to be a late fifteen instead of a fourteen like she wanted.

It would probably happen in the next few weeks. Before her sixteenth birthday. Shed been attached to Aulia like a favored parasite for the entire past two years. Their grandmother had been so busy with her that Jessica had been forging Aulias signature on all the gifts and birthday cards, even for the important relatives.

And Aulia had forgotten to kiss Miyo on the cheek when her family walked through the door of the mansion for the big Christmas breakfast, because Hazel had made a pronunciation error during one of her Hold on, let me perform a wordchain, moments.

Grandmas Cheek Kiss was a whole ritual Aulia used like a spell on all of them on Christmas morning. And it was Miyo, who was probably her second most beloved pre-Avowed grandchild.

Miyo was almost as good at wordchains as Hazel had been at her age. So was Roman. They spoke Artonan just about as well as she did. They were both learning to read logograms even though a massive memorization project of that scale would probably be way easier for them in the future, after the System had whacked up their Processing a little.

They just couldnt feel special mystical feelings when they chained or when other people did. So they werent considered competition for Hazel at all.

Lute didnt care much for either of them, but hed felt annoyed on their behalf a few times recently.

Oh wouldnt it be crazy, he thought, heading for the train station. He liked riding the train so much more than the helicopter. Train and bus rides took longer, extending the blissful transitional period when he wasnt in school or at home. Wouldnt it just be crazy, if Hazel turned out to be an A instead of an S?

Okay, said Lute. Thats great. Congrats.

His brain, not being tuned in to The Chainer Channel 24/7 like everybody elses, hadnt quite caught up with the significance of what his cousin saying.

Lute, Im eight months younger than her!

Oh, thought Lute. Ohhhhhh.

Im not even fifteen and a half yet! Theyre going to have to give it to me.

Lute couldnt process it all as fast as Roman clearly expected him to, but, yeah, that sounded like a definite possibility, didnt it?

The S had been held for the past few years. Hazel had hit sixteen. She was

Well, Lute hadnt seriously considered this as much as he should have because she was Hazel and she was the most special of the special ones, but if they were going to be logical about this, then

Wait a second. She actually isnt that likely to get S anymore. She isnt likely to get S at all. Shes not even that likely to get A.

It could still happen. Sometimes the System picked you late. But if you were betting the odds, you wouldnt bet on Hazel over Roman today, would you? Not with such a big age gap. Not with him being so devoted to Aulia and Chainer himself.

Surprise shot through Lute. Theyre going to give you the S.

Roman held a hand to his mouth. I couldve been a B. I was bracing for it. I expected A, but I told myself B could happen. And thenits this! And Miyo can take an A! He looked at the car. I cant even get back in. Its too slow. You take it. I have to run!

He shoved Lute toward the car like he expected him to ride a few meters down the driveway in it, and then he sprinted toward the mansion.

Lute smiled. He could enjoy things like this now that whatever it was that tied a person to the place of their birth had completely ruptured for him. Ever since Hazels birthday, life here was like a very realistic movie he was watching. Anesidora, the Velras, and his classmates flowed past him. Occasionally they brushed against him. But his skin was diamond-hard, and nothing broke through anymore.

He liked it. Nothing wounded him. It was like hed found easy mode for the first time ever.

He thought it might actually be making him a better person. The other day hed held the door open for Carlotta to carry a project into the classroom because the disdainful looks she shot him just didnt bother him anymore.

Good for Roman, thought Lute. What an interesting part of the Anesidora movie this is.

He hurried after his cousin to see what would unfold. He expected it all to be resolved in a single afternoon. Roman was eight months younger than Hazel. He was an S. He was thoroughly accomplished and prepared.

Lute would have to look up some numbers to see how the high-rank parentage played into it, but if they were going just by age, Hazel was now much more likely to be a C than any other rank.

He was betting the numbers were heavily in favor of Roman. He seemed so sure, and the cousins didnt slouch on knowing this kind of thing.

The next three months were ludicrous.

Family members divided into camps. There were meetings of the high ranks. Aulia, Hazels parents, and her grandparents defended her right to the Chainer S. Aunt Hikari stepping in on Hazels behalf almost certainly had more to do with her trying to save the S in case her daughter Miyo needed it than anything else.

Aulia was busy putting out fires within the family, so Jessica was busy helping her.

Lute watched it all fall apart, feeling untouched. Though he was surprised that his grandmother really would burn down a success story like Roman, even for the sake of Hazel.

One morning before dawn, he woke up to the sound of Roman screaming his head off about superstitious bullshit ruining his life, and the next day, Aulia moved their little household to Libra and had it set sail.

Lute had to start going to school by helicopter again. But what did that matter? The important thing was that teenagers who were about to get Rabbit instead of Chainer couldnt show up at five AM to condemn Aulia if she was a mile offshore.

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Nilama Paragon Academy

June 20, 2039

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Lexi and Kon had their heads together beside Kons locker when Lute made it to school. Lexi sounded annoyed with his little brother again. Theyd always been close. Lute didnt know why they were arguing a bit lately, and he saw no reason to pry.

Kon was still perky. With most people. And he was in the middle of one of those growth spurts that seemed to land on the other boys in their grade every couple of months. Lute suspected some of them were shooting up centimeters as they slept in their beds at night.

His own short stature was an annoyance but not the emotional crisis that his father seemed to think it should be. That was probably because hed always had plenty of other difficult things to agonize over. If hed had more Artonan-resembling features, like his mother, he was sure it would have been a larger issue. As it was, he had round cheeks and long lashes that made him look like a primary schooler whod gotten lost in a pile of big kids.

Shopping for interesting clothes to wear when he wasnt in his uniform was a pain in the ass. But other than that

He was still growing, and the baby face would disappear soon enough. Did it really matter what he looked like between now and when his real life started at twenty-one?

Boy, I like not caring. Its so much easier.

His locker was near Kons this year, too, so he had to slip past the brothers to reach it.

Hey, Lute.

Hey, Lexi, said Lute.

His eyes checked the ninth graders lapel. Even if Anesidora had become a movie recently, he couldnt help doing things like that. Theyd been baked into who he was for too long.

Plus, Lexi was still talking to Lute when they met in the halls, and Lute didnt mind that at all.

The guy worked to be good at ballet even though nobody else in his age group was taking it seriously anymore, unless they wanted to be a dancer for the rest of their lives. Lute felt like they had an artistic compatibility or something, though hed refrained from ever saying it out loud in case Lexi disappointed him by disagreeing.

And hes doing all that hero prep stuff with Kon on top of it.

Lexi was hitting the prime time for his selection right now, and when he wore his pin, Lute planned to be sincere in his congratulations.

Do you know what the rates are going to be for Meister trades for the next few months? Lexi asked. If theyre going up or down? I know its an out-of-the-blue business question, but if you happened to have heard anything

Kon was giving his brother an uncomfortable look.

I dont, said Lute. Im not sure if Uncle Corin even knows things like that or if he just pretends to have his finger on the pulse of the class trading business. The System spits out what it spits out, and he just pays people to hold good stuff for bargainingI can ask.

You dont have to.

Im living in the cabin next to his. Hes not there a lot, but its no trouble.

Roman was a Rabbit now, but they were still offshore. Lute wondered if Aulia was hiding from him out of guilt. He wondered if she even had the capacity to feel guilt.

Lexi nodded. Thanks. I was in a big swap group. Some of them have gotten selected earlier than they expected and dropped out. If Im a few months late

Ill ask, said Lute.

The swap groups always left a ton of people with short straws, even if everyone was sticking to their agreements.

Lute had the impression that the Roberts family was right at the edge of being able to give their kids the best education and the classes they wanted. As long as the System didnt throw a wrench in the works by giving them something awful to trade out of.

Lexi headed off to join his friends. A couple of them were wearing their pins already.

Kon stared at Lute. Will you really ask your uncle or are you just saying that?

Why would I lie? I like your brother, said Lute. Hes always been nice to me. Ill annoy Corin for him.

Most of us were nice to you. Ive never been anything but nice to you.

Lute felt a crack, just the smallest chink, in his diamond skin. Careful now, he thought. Careful.

I guess, Lute said slowly, that I dont mean nice. I mean that your brother acts like he sees me every now and then.

And you never have.

I thought hed hate you, said Kon. When I told him about the dice. It seemed like the kind of thing that would make him hate you. He gets mad about stuff like thatbut youre right. He still gets along with you for some reason.

He slammed his locker door. Anyway, thanks for asking for him. Hes freaking out about his selection day.

Lute went to class.

Conversation with a Mandarin speaker in one of the language exchange booths. Calculus 1. Chemistry.

Does anyone actually need to memorize the half-life of actinium? When is this going to be useful? When is this going to be useful in a situation where we dont have a computer handy to look up the answer?

He was in the second row from the back, trying to draw a picture of what Angela Aubergine would look like if she were a girl with that name.

When I color it in Ill give her purple hair obviouslydoes that make her look too Artonan? Maybe a purple t-shirt?

His whole body spasmed. His pen dropped from his hand and thumped onto the notebook.

Lute froze in his seat. What was that?

Some kind oftiny seizure? Was he hurt?

I think I feel fine.

He didnt reach for his pen, though. Is it going to happen ag

Hello, Lute, a voice whispered in his ear. In 1963, the peoples of Earth accepted an infusion of magic and technology, as well as a promise of future protection, as part of an agreement with the Artonan Triplanetary Government. In doing so, Earth became an Artonan resource world, with all the accompanying rights, privileges, and responsibilities afforded by that designation.

Oh, though Lute. Oh, those assholes are at it again.

He guessed a few months of quiet cold-shouldering from his classmates was more than he shouldve expected.

This was the Systems selection speech. Everyone knew it verbatim.

He would not react. Not another flinch. He picked up his pen calmly and went back to drawing Angela.

As part of this alliance, the voice continued quietly, Earth is required to deliver a number of suitable individuals into contractual servitude. You have been selected for this honor. You may refuse to sign your planets version of the Interdimensional Warriors Contract out of personal principle, and your objection will be taken into consideration hereafter. Ultimately, however, you may not refuse to serve.

I wonder which of them it is.

Declan, Carlottasomeone else finally retaliating for me shoving the scariest parts of their future in their face?

Upon signing, you will become one of your planets Avowed.

They were probably using one of those devices that magically directed sound into a single persons ear. There were toy versions, but this was extremely realistic. Someone whod borrowed it from a parent maybe?

As a signing bonus, you will receive an additional gift. Refusal to sign will result in the loss of this bonus.

This is so savage of them, thought Lute. Before I was made of diamond, it might have broken me.

Upon becoming one of the Avowed, you will be subject to summons, for emergency and non-emergency purposes, by members of the Artonan wizarding classes. By Artonan law, all Avowed are justly rewarded for any service rendered.

Your rank has been determined. Your class has been randomly assigned based on the Triplanetary Governments current requests. You have ninety Earth days to sign the Contract of your own free will. During that time, you may trade your class with equivalently ranked selectees from your own planet. Once affixed, your class assignment is immutable.

Anesidora flows past me.

Welcome, Lute. And thank you for your future service.

None of this can really touch me.

It was over now. That was all there should be of the speech.

Lute was fine. He would be fine with things like this until he left this

A single point of gold light appeared, at the center of his vision, and then it oozed outward.

It turned out he was not made of diamond after all. He was something much more fragile than that. Because words appeared, and they pierced right through him and everything he thought about himself:

Pre-affixed Selectee: Lute Stellan Velra

Divergence Rank: S

Assigned Class: Wright

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