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what
if
someone
heard
everything
we
were
all
thinking
how
long
would
it
be
before
the
person
went
insane
or
what
if
we
were
actually
understood
and
in
the
end
when
we
leave
here
every
thought
we’ve
ever
had
will
be
there
written
in
a
book
that
is
simply
waiting
for
us
“What if this isn’t all that life can be?” asked Smith, staring at Jade, who was cleaning her knives.
“What do you mean?”
“I want more.”
“Of?”
“Everything,” he said. “I want things to be different. I want things to be better.”
“When was your last hit?”
“It’s not about drugs, it’s about learning that there are other ways to live. Seven and the women are showing me that life doesn’t have to be the way we think it does.”
Jade threw a knife into the air and caught it on the way down. She flicked her wrist a few times then ran a cloth over the blade one last time and tucked it into the back of her belt. “You’re unhappy?”
“I’m excited about looking at things in a different way.”
“The different way is still someone else’s way. That’s the point you’re missing. It’s always going to be someone else’s way.”
“What if we can make Wen the way we’d like it to be.”
“Example?”
“What if we took he best ideas from earth and meshed them with the best of our own ideas?”
“We don’t have any best ideas. We don’t have any best of anything. We’ve lived under the Holy Arcs from the beginning.”
“We can stop the fighting.”
“Once the last Follower is dead, there won’t be anyone fight. I think we’re almost there,” she muttered, running her finger over the edge of another blade.
“If there’s no fighting, what will we do?”
A few minutes went by and she finally said, “I can’t imagine not fighting, therefore, I have no idea what I would do instead.”
“What if we incorporate art and music into our lives. What if we made those things ourselves?”
“I don’t have the capacity to understand that.”
“What if we fell in love?”
“You mean what Seven was saying?”
“Yes.”
“Sounds terrible. But, if we could make Wen a nice place for dogs and other things, I think we might…like that.”
“What if I told you that I love you and I want to sleep with you?”
“Who would stand guard?”
Smith started laughing. Jade watched him.
“I don’t get it,” she said. “Two people can’t sleep at the same time. You know that.”
“I love everything about you,” he said, affectionately.
“Don’t care,” she muttered, off-handedly. “We work well together. You’re okay to be around and I trust you. That’s all that matters.”
“That’s a start,” he said smiling.
“Start to what?”
“It’s not important.”
“Good, because I think this entire conversation is more than boring.”
“With the increased light, we might be able to make this place good enough for dogs.”
Jade threw herself at him, knocking over the chair he was sitting on and landing on top of him.”
“When? When can we get them?”
He rolled her over and stared at her. He leaned down for a kiss and felt her body relax.
“I will kill you,” she whispered, “if you don’t tell me when. I will do it and you know it.”
“Seven said you have a problem with immediate gratification.”
“I will kill him too.”
“They might have a dog on the next ship.”
“The women said they would stay a little longer and help us get things in order. We will keep the crew here, under a forgetting spell, until the women are ready to leave. That way the women won’t be in trouble for holding the crew against their wills. They’re taking the infants with them when they go,” said Seven. They don’t mind staying, now that they are allowed to roam freely. They said they think we can do a lot with our space.”
“Our space?” said Smith, putting his gun back together.
“The area.”
“Ah.”
“We haven’t seen a Follower in moons. I believe those who are left have gone underground where they are trying to figure out a way to rise again.”
“I agree,” said Smith. “but I don’t think there are enough of them to be any threat. And they don’t have the magic or the weapons for a takeover. Still, they’ll expect us to get lazy, so we’ll have to stay alert.”
“I’ve noticed that Jade has been avoiding you.”
“The women told her what sleeping together meant.”
“May I assume that she’s against it?”
“You may. Unless you think that telling me that any part of my body that touches her body will be cut off immediately.”
“Problematic.”
Smith laughed.
“Perhaps she will change her mind, once all the drugs are out of your systems.”
“Explain,” said Smith.
“Well, there were other things in your food as well. Each syringe contained it’s own mixture. Birth control was in one of them, along with something to kill your desire.”
“I just heard from Lil,” said Jade, joining them. “Why are you staring at me like that,” she asked Smith.
“The Arc’s have done terrible things to us.”
“I know that, but they’re dead and we just have to get on with it,” she said. “Lil said that some of her people found a group of…people, I guess, who are not children and not adults. She’s keeping them in one of the empty buildings close to the bar. They must have another lab somewhere. I told the women and they’re going over there to try and help. And…I had soup.”
“Soup?” asked Smith, frowning.
“Lee gave it to me. It’s hot liquid with things in it.”
“What did it taste like?”
“Hot liquid with things in it,” she said. “Everyone in the city is talking about how much they are enjoying the light.”
“There were more drugs in our food than we thought,” said Smith.
“Can you use your magic to bring the Arcs back to life so that I can kill them again?”
“I cannot,” he said. “If I could, I would.”
“What will we name the dog? It’s going to my dog. You can pet it but it’s mine.”
“What if it likes Smith better than it likes you?” asked Seven.
“Is that possible?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“It is. Dogs pick their own people.”
“I guess I could kill you,” she said, turning toward Smith.
“Would you do that?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t want to but what other choice would I have?”
“If you did kill him, the dog still wouldn’t automatically be yours,” said Seven. “And I don’t want you to kill Smith, for any reason.”
“Why not?” she asked, frowning.
“He’s my friend. I wouldn’t want anyone to kill you either.”
“Okay.”
“Grateful,” said Seven, his hand to his heart.
“I didn’t really want to kill him anyway,” she said, smiling. “But if it’s between him and the dog,” she snickered. “The women have been telling me about dogs. They can’t talk but the can listen and understand what we’re saying. They’re very smart and loyal, whatever that means.”
“It means you can always count of a dog to have your back.”
“Good to know,” she said. “Maybe we should call the dog, Joe.”
spring
is
directly
in
touch
with
our
primal
being
it
calls
to
us
wakes
us
up
pulls
us
out
of
our
winter
caves
and
makes
us
plant
things
and
dance
in
the
sun
play
in
the
water
and
remember
what
it’s
like
to
be
truly
alive
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