“Probably,” Cloud said, and paused for a minute as he accessed his BrainPal. “Yeah, it’s here. It looks like my shuttle has been prepped and fueled too. Let me file a flight plan and we’ll be good to go.” He looked at Jared. “Taking anything with you but you?”
Jared glanced over to Curie, who shook her head. “No,” he said. “It’s just me.” He was mildly startled to hear the sound of his own voice speaking for the first time, and how slowly the words formed. He became acutely aware of his tongue and its movement in his mouth; it made him vaguely queasy.
Cloud took in the exchange between Jared and Curie wordlessly and then motioned to a chair. “Okay, then. Have a seat, pal. I’ll be with you in a just a minute.”
Jared sat and looked up at Curie. ::What do I do now?:: he asked.
::Lieutenant Cloud here will shuttle you down to Phoenix, to Camp Carson, where you’ll join your training mates,:: Curie said. ::They’re a couple days ahead in their training but the first few days are mostly just for integrating and stabilizing personalities. You probably haven’t missed any real training.::
::Where will you be?:: Jared asked.
::I’ll be here,:: Curie said. ::Where did you think I would be?::
::I don’t know,:: Jared said. ::I’m scared. I don’t know anyone but you.::
::Be calm,:: Curie said, and Jared felt an emotional sense come from her to him. His BrainPal processed the wash of feeling and unpacked the concept of “empathy” for him. ::In a couple of hours you’ll be integrated with your training mates and you’ll be fine. It’ll make more sense then.::
::Okay,:: Jared said, but felt doubtful.
::Good-bye, Jared Dirac,:: Curie said, and with a small smile turned and left. Jared felt her presence in his mind for a few moments longer until finally, as if Curie suddenly remembered she left the connection open, it shut off. Jared found himself revisiting their brief time together; his BrianPal unpacked the concept of “memory” for him. The concept of memory provoked an emotion; his BrainPal unpacked the concept of “intriguing.”
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Cloud asked Jared, after they had begun their descent to Phoenix.
Jared considered the question, and the ambiguity of its structure that allowed for multiple interpretations. In one sense, Cloud had answered his question by asking it; he was clearly capable of asking Jared a question. Jared’s BrainPal suggested, and Jared agreed, this was not likely the correct interpretation of the question. Presumably Cloud knew he was procedurally capable of asking questions, and if he previously was not, he would be now. As Jared’s BrainPal unpacked and sorted additional intepretations, Jared found himself hoping that one day he’d be able to hit upon the correct interpretation of sentences without having to do endless unpacking. He’d been alive and aware just over an hour and already it was tiresome.
Jared considered his options and after a period of time that seemed long to him but seemed to be imperceptible to the pilot, ventured forth with the answer that seemed most appropriate in the context.
“Yes,” Jared said.
“You’re Special Forces, right?” Cloud asked.
“Yes,” Jared said.
“How old are you?” Cloud asked.
“Right now?” Jared asked.
“Sure,” Cloud said.
Jared’s BrainPal informed him he had an internal chronometer; he accessed it. “Seventy-one,” Jared said.
Cloud looked over. “Seventy-one years old? That makes you pretty old for Special Forces, from what they tell me.”
“No. Not seventy-one years,” Jared said. “Seventy-one minutes.”
“No shit,” Cloud said.
This required another quick moment of interpretational choices. “No shit,” Jared said, finally.
“Damn, that’s just weird,” Cloud said.
“Why?” Jared asked.
Cloud opened his mouth, closed it, and shot a look at Jared. “Well, not that you would know this,” Cloud said. “But for most of humanity it’d be a little odd to be having a conversation with someone who is only slightly more than an hour old. Hell, you weren’t even alive when I started that poker game back there. At your age most humans have barely got the hang of breathing and taking a dump.”
Jared consulted his BrainPal. “I’m doing one of those right now,” he said.
This got an amused noise out of Cloud. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard one of you guys tell a joke,” he said.
Jared considered this. “It’s not a joke,” he said. “I really am doing one of those right now.”
“I sincerely hope it’s the breathing,” Cloud said.
“It is,” Jared said.
“That’s fine, then,” Cloud said, and chuckled again. “For a minute there, I thought I’d discovered a Special Forces soldier with a sense of humor.”
“I’m sorry,” Jared said.
“Don’t be sorry, for God’s sake,” Cloud said. “You’re barely an hour old. People can live to a hundred without developing a sense of humor. I’ve got at least one ex-wife who went through most of our marriage without cracking a smile. At least you have the excuse of just being born. She had no excuse.”