“Can it go through my suit?”
“Of course. Line your feet up and grip the upward rails with both hands. The scan will take ninety seconds.”
Addy set her feet in the markings, reached up and grabbed the handles in the segment that lowered for her height, and she stared at the light pad in front of her while the whirring and small tingles ran past her.
A cheerful chime rang, and the voice informed her, “Scan complete. It will be updated as you gain control of your talent. Your chemical balance is still finding a neutral state, and it is recommended that you come in for a scan daily if not weekly.”
“Sure, it isn’t as if I have anything else to do.”
“I will look forward to your visit.”
She was about to leave when she paused. “Do you have a designation?”
“Rokar. I am a copy of a sentient being’s thought process.”
She recognized the name. “Were you created before or after I was dropped off at the Archive?”
“You remember. I was created after as a monitoring system for you. I have seen every minute of your sleep, and I am delighted that you have woken up.”
“Um, I am delighted as well. What happened to the original Rokar?”
“He is alive and well in the universe. His folk do not age.”
“That’s great. Well, I will get going. I wonder if the main console is active. I want to catch up on three decades of Terrans.”
“I will transfer my consciousness to the main base, and you can ask me to assist you with anything.”
“You can do that?”
“Of course. I am a program that is formed to resemble a living mind. I can go anywhere that I am wired to travel.”
She nodded. “Good to know. Let me know when you are aware of me in a room I am in.”
“How?”
“A low chime? It will let me know I am not alone.”
A soft sound filled the room.
Addy smiled. “Perfect.”
“I will speak with you later. It was nice to meet you, Volunteer Hathaway.”
“Please, address me as Addy, or Adelheid if you must.”
“Nice to meet you, Addy.”
“Back atcha, Rokar.”
She left medical feeling a little less abandoned and far more cheerful.
There was a gym, an actual gym. Addy started jogging on the long track, and she skipped a little as she went. Every time she felt the world under her feet shift, she paused, breathed deeply and then resumed her giddy physical activity.
She had no idea what had been done to her, but she was going to deal with the results.
“How long has she been in the gym?” He stretched his wings and eyed the monitors.
“Four days, barring the breaks to eat, sleep, and bathe.” The computer-generated voice stated. “She speaks to me frequently.”
“Good. How many episodes?”
“Twelve the first day, nine the second, ten the third, but only two today.”
“Excellent. Is she still speaking with Kelly?”
“During their scheduled chats. The conversation is dwindling, though. Are you going to visit her?”
“It is time, is it not?”
“It might be too soon.” The voice was wary.
“I have been waiting for this moment for several decades. I believe I have been patient enough.”
“She isn’t aware of what you are. She has been told, but you are not a reality for her.”
“I will be. I have dreamed of her, and we will be together, but now that I am tethered to Iratho, it must be here.”
“She is too dangerous and unstable to be a Citadel Specialist.” The computer’s voice was determined.
“It doesn’t matter. The Citadel will grow around her. She will be part of it, just as I am part of Iratho.”
The computer with his mind challenged, “What does the planet think of her?”
“He is nervous, but encouraged by her progress. The island was the perfect place to settle her, and he is enjoying the idea of embracing a new species on his soil.” Rokar grinned, his tail lashing.
“You have not been among living beings that much since you woke up. You should have remained asleep.”
Rokar snorted as he got dressed. “Now, how could I sleep with my mate so close by? She woke me by her presence in my corner of the universe.”
“She wasn’t even in the Alliance yet. She hadn’t had any training. You are an alien by her standards. Her only companions are a digitally projected aged friend and a computer program. She is not in a fit state to be beginning a relationship.”
“If I wasn’t getting this advice from my own brain, I would be furious.”
“You decided that this was the best way to observe her and keep her sane. I am merely going along with you.”
As am I. This exchange is fascinating. I haven’t had an Avatar in eons. Is she really your mate?
Rokar grunted. She is. I woke up too late to save her from her capture, but I did get there in time to keep her life intact.
I look forward to meeting her. So far, I have only felt her mood swings.
Oh, those weren’t mood swings; those were lack of control due to her complete lack of mental framework to manage the talent that was pulled out of her. She is building a structure in her mind to control what she feels and how she emits those sonic pulses.
How is it that she didn’t shatter you when you met her?
Ah, she was aiming all of her force downward.
Lucky for you.
Very.
Rokar straightened the lines of his suit, and he walked up the steps and entered the sweet green-scented air. The floating dessert was at the edge of his eye line, and he sighed. She was convinced that the world was all barren. In a slight deception, it was decided that she had to have something to work for. Being on a bare rock was a threat that her actions could keep the world from developing. She couldn’t see any progress, so she was trying so that something, anything different would happen.
The floating island was on a gas column, which kept the enormous expanse of rock floating above the original crater where it had separated. Nothing that Adelheid did could damage it. Her sonic waves went through the rock and dissipated into the gas cushion below. She wasn’t touching the true soil of Iratho yet, and that was what made the planet nervous.
The planets whispered about her. The world breaker who could shake them down to the core. They were worried now that she was awake and moving that she might come for them.
Rokar was far less worried about what she would do. He was wondering if she would like his home. It was key to their relationship, which meant he should probably formally introduce himself.
He took to the skies and used his wings to propel him through the gas layer that kept the dry weather intact, and settled in to the currents that would lead him to the base.
Several Citadels that dealt with dangerous talents had volunteered to take Adelheid for training, but he had insisted that she be placed with him. His deal with Iratho had been scheduled to begin, and he needed her close when the courtship was set to begin. This day was all about first, and proper, introductions.