Partner

The last line was like. Wow.

It's actually a bit of philosophy that has been wandering around a good long while and has been wandering around my head for the past ten years. It's frightening to think but. Still. The basic is the same. You argue with someone and walk away and think you are right. The other person thinks the same.

Someone I've met recently put it another way. There are three (not two) sides to a story. His, hers and the truth.

Questioning what is right or wrong doesn't come naturally to most people. Most people say, my way, my culture, my life is right. The way that the first world countries are living is right. But who says that is right? What makes us think that is right?

And what kind of crazy person points that out with story! My goodness the nerve of some people!

Totally not planned but it pleases me none the less.

If you were talking to a Sidhe, you'd likely have the above conversation in grammatically incorrect language.

I've been talking in grammatical Sidhe for the past month. Driving me mad, you have no idea. "Ish to be" and "well all now" and another that I can't recall at the moment.

Happy New years ish thing.

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Mari laid out papers and clicked on several laptops as Koln and Mik entered her office. Koln settled in the seat in front of the desk as Mik glanced over the papers and moved to sit in front of one of the laptops.

“Taln is fetching supper and then coming here, hope you don’t mind fast food,” Mari muttered, glancing up at the two of them before moving to her file cabinet and pulling out several files that she set with the other papers.

“What do we-” Mik tried to begin.

“Not until the boy gets here, Mik,” Mari snarled at him as she straightened papers, “let us all be mature about this. Let us all… be Sidhe about it, damn it,” she sighed out, “the Illuen way, even. Military has given us no answers and seems to have gotten us no where. We must consider ourselves alone. Given that I need three people, besides myself, to sign the papers or release, thusly making the program … ehm.”

“Emancipated from the military?” Koln held up a piece of paper, “Mik can’t sign. He’s the ambassador. He can sign as the politician-”

“That was the point of telling Mik. However, with us here, we can decide, together, on the fourth,” Mari sighed and flipped open her phone.

The fact that Mari had missed a word clued in to Mik, “Are you pregnant?”

He regretted saying it, when a moment later Mari gave him a killing look. Mari watched Mik as she clicked a button on her phone and closed it very slowly.

“I. Am. Not,” Mari tucked her phone away and hit the button on the laptop to keep it from going into sleep mode, all without looking away from Mik, “pregnant. The next male to suggest that will find himself incapable of conceiving children, let alone pleasuring himself.”

Which made it sound like one of the Sidhe had said something. Taln saved Mik from having his balls ripped off, luckily, and entered with food. The young man set the food on the desk and began pulling the containers out of the bag.

The four of them settled in with food and ate as they discussed the possible partners. Koln and Taln both suggested Tuhn, Violet’s partner. Mik agreed but felt uncomfortable about the idea of Tuhn suddenly having responsibilities that an emancipated program would need. He suggested that she be eased into the idea first, to be sure that she could handle it and knew everything that she needed to know.

After supper, and having decided to give Tuhn a chance because the other partners were not read and were far from connected with their Sidhe, they settled down to talk about what Mari considered the most important aspect. The emancipation was bound to happen, it was why the program had been built in such a luxurious apartment.

The attack on the Sidhe was what worried them the most. Mari handed out reports and papers and a file to Koln, a laptop to Taln.

“Nanotechnology is our best guess. The biological capabilities of people are far from being able to create something that could hit the Sidhe hard enough to kill them. Make them ill, perhaps… cause boils, cause cough, certainly. But nothing that could kill them. The Sidhe’s immune systems are… a perfect manipulation of a nearly perfect natural system.”

“What?” Koln, Taln and Mik said as one.

“The genetics that people are now dabbling in. It leaves a certain marker, a tag on the genes and this tag can be found amongst the … so called good blood Sidhe.”

“That doesn’t mean-” Koln started.

“Could just be that the scientists have used the genetic tagging-” Taln started.

“Harella-shay altered the genes of the Sidhe, so what?” Mik interrupted, “they were meant to be the perfect people with the perfect everything. So she changed them, the gods can do that, right?”

Mari stared at Mik for a long moment before saying, “I suppose, with the consent of the people, yes. Though. The alterations could only go through to some of the… people.”

“Those that agreed would have to bind their descendants…” Mik trailed off as his mind followed Mari’s thought. The writing on the wall. The seeming family tree, “and the direct descendants would be different from the other Sidhe. By the gods, were the … cattle… from the farm…”

“Because they’re so different!” Mari exclaimed.

“About the biological warfare.” Koln said over their voices, “the reason we’re here?”

“Right,” Mari muttered, flicking her laptop again, “Rel DeAniege’s company, Medico, has been working on nanotechnology for the last year. Since its founding and it has made leaps and bounds where other companies have floundered. The genius is that Rel worked with the research development crew for five minutes, handing them a chemical formula and then leaving them to figure it out on their own. What he handed them was,” a click, “this. The basic function of a nanobot. From this sequencing they have added to it. Basically they are telling the bot to glow, so that they know that it’s can accept a function. So far the success has been… minimal.”

“Isn’t Rel the-” Taln tried to ask.

“Man in the upper apartments, yes,” Mari gave a nod, “now today, Muan, Rel’s Sidhe, gave Rel this,” a flick of an image, “which is,” Mari sighed, “Rel burned it and this is only half the image. The rest was covered at all times or the camera wasn’t working or something.”

“Illuva doesn’t want the information known?” Koln asked.

“Seems like. What I can make out, this part here, is the trigger key, with this they could make it do whatever they wanted, basically, if they had the coding for what they wanted it to do, they could make it do whatever they like. This bit of code makes a nanobot go slave. What Rel wrote out was caught in a shot of this,” Mari clicked and another bunch of symbols and letters and math stuff popped up, “is his attempt to translate this,” a click and a webpage came up, “nanotechnology, full, complete and functional, by all accounts.”

“And,” Koln muttered, “it’s purpose?”

“To strip away the lining of nerves in hours. Your brain is made of mainly nerves, and thus…” Mari made a hand motion.

“Oh,” Mik murmured, “but. What effect would it have on people? If it affects Sidhe.”

“This IS the one for people, Mik,” Mari’s voice rose in a panic, “we’ve got every system possible on alert… and… to think, if it wasn’t for Mwuan we would never have found this page. So. If this is the one for people, why would it exist?”

“What happened to Edno?” Mik asked, “he knew about nanotechnology and supposedly worked on it, Souse seemed to imply that Edno knew more about-”

“A government funded program,” Koln explained, “which did not exist and did not succeed in producing nanotechnology.”

Which meant it had, which meant that the military had access to nanotechnology and had, thus far, chosen not to use it. However. If nanotechnology ran rampant, who knew what kind of damage it could…

“Could it be used to destroy anything manmade? Anything… marked with a specific chemical?” a quick, insanely easy way to…

“Yes.”

… destroy the world.

“Stop all planes carrying chemicals, especially any plan that could cause… spraying,” Mik flipped through the papers he had, “find Edno, call him, talk to him, make sure he’s alright. I thought he was working against the Sidhe but Souse isn’t reacting badly to the mention of Edno’s name. I’d… have to assume, knowing what we know about Sidhe… that Edno is not on the bad side.”

It was Taln. Big, wide eyes blinking around the room as Mari and Koln nodded along to what Mik said. Taln who was so young and so in experienced.

Taln who said, “which side is the bad side?”


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