MISC: The Girl Who Saved the World part 62
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Sat Jun 17 12:34:34 PDT 2017
On 6/13/2017 8:26 PM, George Phillies wrote:
> Readers may wish to enhance this:
> But first, visitors at LNH HQ, speaking to whoever is at the front desk, in
> events that may not have happened.
Which LNHQ is it? Who knows, this is all RACCies-continuity anyway. X3
> "Hi, I'm Natural Law Revision Lad, and I'd like to buy tickets for the RACCies
> ceremony. Two. One for me, one for my sister Cosmic Cataclysm Lass."
Oh wow. XD Talk about high-level powers
> "He changes natural laws," Cosmic Cataclysm Lass explained. "For example, he
> made time go backwards to undo the Warlords of Zargon blowing up the galaxy.
> And then I fixed the Warlords."
> "Fixed?" the receptionist asked.
> "Fixed," the Invincible Sky Marshaless of the Universe answered. "They had
> conquered their universe, and wanted to expand. So I blew up their universe."
> For unclear reasons, the receptionist began to show signs of alarm. "Do you
> always blow up universes?"
Oh my goodness. XD "For unclear reasons" is the best underplayed bit of
narration. I love this.
> "What about last month?" her brother asked teasingly.
> "That doesn't count. That was only a local group of galaxies.
> "They also," her brother hastened to add, "had exterminated every intelligent
> species except their own in their local group."
I mean, we don't want to be unreasonable about it.
> Unfortunately, yesterday evening was when the healing matrix decided that I
> should start ramping down the mind control, meaning I would feel a bit more
> pain, so the matrix would know exactly what it had to fix. I did what I was
> told, but I certainly can’t claim I was comfortable afterwards.
Yep, I know that one.
> I allowed that
> if I lay in my bed I was actually falling asleep a reasonable part of the time,
> even though I was very aware of the interminable minutes when I was too
> uncomfortable to sleep.
And that one. @-@
> Chopped onions, chopped green
> pepper, chopped portobello mushrooms, chopped sausage, all sautéed in olive oil
> with garlic and a nice dose of curry powder, followed by two eggs whipped up
> with a bit of milk, and I had a nice omelette. The supply of multigrain toasted
> sunflower bread was unfortunately starting to go downhill, but I was very
> definitely not up to assuming my old lady disguise to go shopping.
That sounds delicious.
> Perhaps I
> would have to start baking scones. They’re nice and simple. Even I can make them
> well. And I had a quite adequate supply of components for the frosting.
"Even I", she sez, as if she wasn't filled with obvious and deep skill.
> That left another riddle. Why was this book on mum’s forbidden list? After all,
> there really is only one world, two if you count Otherearth,
Gosh darn intriguing worldbuilding namedrops
> matches up against the proof that I read last month, another forbidden book, the
> proof that you can’t build a sideways time machine. The reason you can’t is that
> the number of alternate universes is infinitely more than how many numbers there
> are, so to reach all the universes you would need an infinite number of
> dimensions into which a sideways time machine could travel, and an infinite
> number of control knobs to set the destination, all at the same time.
Huh. I don't think that makes sense - after all, spatial dimensions are
infinite, but we can move through them just fine. But then, maybe that's a point
that the story is building up to.
> I do understand “There are as
> many integers as there are fractions”, though I had a flash of joy when I
> finally saw how obvious the proof was.
Oh, that sounds like a lovely feeling.
> There were people I would’ve liked to see, but it would be hard to
> explain how I managed to break my ribs. At least three of the people were astute
> enough to notice that my injuries were remarkably similar to the injuries
> Eclipse might have suffered in the Maze.
Secret identity feels
> Her garb was a bit silly, but her coverage of persona news was top line.I
> would have been just as happy if most of her reporting was not centered on plans
> to capture me.
> She had worked vigorously to secure interviews with Great Power
> Ambassadors to the League of Nations. That would be a future program.
I wonder how much of the media aspect of this story is being influenced by the
weird and evolving ways our current media is covering things.
> The move was Janie’s super-secret spring-at-the-nationals
> surprise move, and I’d given it away. She was furious.GR, my fault.
> I for sure didn’t tell her that game-opponent Joe and Namestone-bearer
> Eclipse are both me. She thinks Joe is boy.
AHA. I knew it. :D
> The situation was absolutely terrible. It was my fault that Janie was in danger.
> I couldn’t do anything to help her. I knew there were books of recorded
> games.I’d studied some.I didn’t know the Russians could find Janie’s games on
> the datanet and, worse, trace them back to her personally.
> Then I started to wonder:
> Why hadn’t Janie’s parents asked those questions? They’d been happy to meet
> another Janie game opponent, but hadn’t been at all curious about where I live
> or who my mother is. They were less curious than is reasonable. I should have
Hmmmm. That's interesting. It was implied earlier that mental shields had
prevented such questions, but if Eclipse hadn't realize that was happening...
Drew "intrigued" Perron
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