he's such a prude though

[if_at_first]

Sylvi settles in very thoroughly. She makes a point of going out on her wooden horse and wandering the city every day or two, even if she has no specific errand to run (although she does also place orders for lenses and very fine-tipped pens and new notebooks). She hugs Avedan when he has bad dreams and he hugs her when she does, if they successfully wake one another despite the long pillow between them on the bed. And she plows through piles and piles of old notes, and condenses her childhood for inclusion in the same library for future 'bels.

As of this moment she is up to her specialization in shines. Write write write.

Comments

[if_at_first]

"I can? Oh joy. Thank you ever so. Kind sir. I will treasure this moment forever."

[do_over]

"I'm glad, I'm sure no one ever told you that it's perfectly all right to have a personality. Please, take a minute, it's all right."

[if_at_first]

"I was badly failed by my creche and teachers."

[do_over]

"You poor soul. Would you like me to say it again? Would that help?"

[if_at_first]

"It might take up truly unreasonable amounts of your time to really get through to me. I can't impose like that. You have little medical golems to invent."

[do_over]

"That's very nice of you. Thank you. But it's really rather easy to say, 'You're allowed to have a personality. Along with preferences about things.'"

[if_at_first]

"Gosh! Preferences, too? Entire vistas of possibility open up to me."

[do_over]

"They do, I'm quite disappointed that no one's told you before, they're somewhat important."

[if_at_first]

"I have fallen through the cracks in the system."

[do_over]

"You have. But it's all right. I'm here. In my fortress of books."

[if_at_first]

"It's quite a fortress. How far along in your project are you?"

[do_over]

"Researching, still, but I've almost got it entirely planned out."

[if_at_first]

"Cool. I don't have a prototype yet - well, I have the chassis, but not instructions."

[do_over]

Aydanci nods. "I can probably help with instructions, but." He motions to his own books for his project, then adds wryly, "And also, I have no idea what your instructions are. Something of a damper on helping write them."

[if_at_first]

"What a pity 'do whatever Aly has in mind for you' isn't a legitimate instruction. It'd speed things up tremendously."

[do_over]

"Just a bit," snickers Aydanci. "But, that would make them mind readers, and that would have all sorts of horrible effects that we've already gone over. So maybe it's worth it."

[if_at_first]

"Well, it would only matter if it was a smart golem. I wouldn't mind a really dumb one being able to figure out what I wanted of it. But the underlying principle would probably adapt to other situations."

[do_over]

He nods. "Dumb golems being able to do it would be fine. Just not the smart ones."

[if_at_first]

"And as far as I know there's nothing dumb golems can do that more sophisticated ones can't. So better all around if they can't mindread."

[do_over]

"Yeah. If annoying because it makes things a bit more difficult in the short term."

[if_at_first]

"But in thirty years when we have conducted our lives in the total absence of sinister mindreading golems," she says, "we'll be glad of it."

[do_over]

"Yes. Yes we will. Actually, I'm glad of it now."

[if_at_first]

"So'm I," she grins.

[if_at_first]

Having successfully waited in her hotel room for a few days, Lu turns up at Kidan's hotel room, a notebook under one arm, fretful.

[do_over]

And, there is Kidan.

"Hello," he says.