MISC: The Girl Who Saved the World part 62

Drew Perron pwerdna at gmail.com
Sat Jun 17 12:34:34 PDT 2017

On 6/13/2017 8:26 PM, George Phillies wrote:
> Readers may wish to enhance this:

Oooooh! Lovely!

> 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.

omg X3

> "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

> It 
> 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.

awwwwww. :<

> 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 
> noticed.

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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