high-energy physics

[warpfairy]

Federation political prisons are not particularly uncomfortable. She's not going anywhere, but she can read, she's considering taking up an instrument, the only really awkward thing is that she doesn't particularly want to be supervised while she's sweating her way through her next pon farr one way or another but that's years off. That and she wishes she'd taken longer to get caught. But she was running out of the really low-hanging fruit anyway.

This is what she signed up for. She makes up imaginary profiles of people on the planets she got to, people who can live longer fuller lives with the stars in reach, one per day. One per day and she'll have loads of estimated impact left unused when she dies. Perfectly reasonable tradeoff and she can still read books.

Someone wants to interview her about Vulcan; they don't want to lose anything that anybody remembers; she gives the interview and then picks up some poetry.

Comments

[lintamande]

"We clearly failed to communicate with them well, yes."

[subtly_artistic]

"Or something."

[lintamande]

"Take care of my son, please. He's our whole world."

[subtly_artistic]

"I'll do my very best."

[lintamande]

And a similar conversation with Finwë follows and afterwards Fëanáro is sullen and scoots off to the corner to read.

[subtly_artistic]

...Mental note to ask about that later.

Gosh, so many things to prioritize. Davlia's not kicking them out any time soon; they should probably have terraforming spells before they go to a terraforming-needing planet; and a basic system of laws and stuff...

[lintamande]

The Quendi just recently founded a kingdom and had a lot of thought on the laws and so forth, but the needs of this society will probably be very different. Rúmil shares their process and results anyway.

[warpfairy]

T'Mir gives herself a crash course in Federation law for another perspective and they proceed to mishmash.

[lintamande]

It's interesting and productive and the time zips by while they make plans for Materia contact.

[subtly_artistic]

(And Bella thinks Fëanáro should call his parents every day, or at least every sleep cycle.)

[lintamande]

He does. The conversations are usually very short, but he does call.

[subtly_artistic]

Good. Is he feeling okay about the whole thing? Inquiring minds want to know.

[lintamande]

He feels like he should miss his parents but he doesn't but he is worried they'll stop loving him.

[subtly_artistic]

"I don't think they'll stop loving you. I don't really miss mine either, honestly."

[lintamande]

"But you're a grownup."

[subtly_artistic]

"...so?"

[lintamande]

"It's normal for grownups not to have parents, or not to miss them, or only to see them once a century."

[subtly_artistic]

"I'd ideally like to see mine more than once a century. I like them fine. They just don't interact much with the life I'm trying to have and I'm not sad about that, I just plan to evacuate them so I can look out for them in a way I couldn't in Materia."

[lintamande]

"My parents won't be evacuated, I don't think."

[subtly_artistic]

"Yeah, probably not. But they're also not slated to die in the next ten to forty years, so it's different in that way."

[lintamande]

His eyes widen. "I forgot that! We have to get anti-aging in ten years, then!"

[subtly_artistic]

"Yep. It's on the list."

[lintamande]

"But it might be hard - might be divine magic, right?"

[subtly_artistic]

"It might. But arcane healing was supposed to be hard and it wasn't really, not given that we can do science to magic."

[lintamande]

"Okay. If we do it really fast we can have it when we rescue the first batch of people from Materia. We can tell them that on our planet they won't age."