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From mkkuhner@codon1 Wed Jun 12 09:17:54 1991
From: mkkuhner@codon1 (Mary K. Kuhner;335 Mulford)
Newsgroups: rec.games.frp
Subject: Story: Jayhawk 57
Date: 7 Jun 91 15:32:15 GMT
Organization: University of California, Berkeley
57. Islands
After some casting around, Caroline decided that the thing to do was to
rearrange the islands into a proper image of Anubis. She came to this
rather by default; short of going into the forest, she couldn't think of
anything else to do. The water glittered around the islands, sparkling
with power--she could feel it. There must be something she could do
with it.
She lay on the central island, which she guessed might represent the
CPU, and tried to tug an adjacent island into position by sheer
willpower. As long as she kept her eyes closed she had a vague sense
that it might be working, or about to work. When she opened her eyes it
was apparent that she was deluding herself. The island was just sitting
there, concrete and immovable.
She tried mentally linking and unlinking bridges, to no avail.
Tired of futile concentration, she got up, tried to unhook a bridge by
simple brute force. For a construction of feathers, it was remarkably
tough; it bounced a little under her weight, but it wouldn't give. She
fetched the feathered trashcan, wetted the bridge down thoroughly with
water from the pool. It wasn't any more malleable when soggy.
Convinced that there was power inherent in the water, she wetted down a
whole island, one of the smaller ones. That wasn't productive either.
She threw the can in the pool, watched it sink.
She had a nagging sense, whenever she tried to shift an island, that
it *could* be done. But she couldn't find the trick to it.
She lay with eyes closed, tried to visualize the entire set of islands,
shape them into Anubis in one operation. It was devilishly hard,
perhaps the hardest intellectual exercise she'd ever tried. When she
had a perfect island/Anubis layout in her mind, she reached out to the
islands, was ignored.
She tried sitting in the water, directing the islands to move. She tried
visualizing the water, rather than the islands, as a map of Anubis,
changing the channels. She tried starting a current in the water to
sweep the islands about. (Her will made ripples, but she couldn't
sustain a real current.) She mentally superimposed the hedge maze on
the islands, trying to force one into the other; flew high enough to see
both at once, tried to pull them into correspondence.
She swore and stomped about in the shallows. That wasn't useful either,
but it made her feel better. The other approaches only gave her a
headache.
Trying anything from outside the pool and islands did have a discernably
different feel--it didn't seem even deceptively possible, if she were
standing in the hedge maze or the margins of the forest.
Caroline sat down on the biggest island, watching the sun dip--it was
halfway down the sky now. She was intensely frustrated. She tried
mentally pinching the islands off below water level, a last stray
thought. Nothing stirred.
Eventually she came back to an idea she had considered and rejected
earlier. Try to pull an island into CPU emulation. Walk right into
Lefty's mind-programming.
Intuition suggested that that was the answer.
"No!" she said aloud. She wouldn't submit to Lefty's design, not after
she'd come so far, worked so hard to avoid it. The fetus had taken great
pains to separate her from Dr. McDougall; she must really have had a
chance to escape Lefty's control. She wouldn't throw it away now
by giving in willingly. There *must* be another way.
The possibility of power, dimly sensed in the unintelligable symbols of
the place, tugged at her. But she had made that choice already. She
would not recant it now.
She dug her nails into the feathery grass, the soil below, until they
bled. Intuition whispered that there was no other escape. She was
trapped.
--
Copyright 1991 Mary K. Kuhner