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]

"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."

[subtly_artistic]

"That'd be a selling point for humans and other species that age."

[lintamande]

"And Materia has lots of humans."

[subtly_artistic]

"Tons."

[lintamande]

"So let's end aging."

[subtly_artistic]

"Sounds good to me."

[lintamande]

Picking plants for their new planet, designing its capital city and system of law, all the magics needed to communicate the offer to Materia and mount the rescue... the priorities list is getting very long.

[subtly_artistic]

Well, they like to be busy, right?

Davlia has some trade tentatively starting up with the Federation. They haven't had to explain that they have the missing prisoner and her magically vanishing ship. A few trivial enchantments on some things for useful Davlian purposes and they'll be delighted to solicit seeds for favorite crops.

[lintamande]

Rúmil knows all the crops that were planted around Tirion, do they exist here?

[warpfairy]

Some of them; what does he want?

[lintamande]

He has a list. There are songs to make crops grow, perhaps Fëanáro can ask his father to teach them next time they talk?

[warpfairy]

That would make it much easier to handle the fact that none of them are... actually farmers!

Anyway, there are plenty of these things available, often in startlingly different varieties than the ones that predominate in Valinor but recognizable one way or another.

[lintamande]

Great! Plant importation shall begin. Construction of the capital city next? They have designs. The designs are astonishingly beautiful.

[warpfairy]

They sure are. Nnnnone of them are architects either. Maybe they should import some Davlian help.

[lintamande]

Rúmil is actually passably an architect, did two Years of it when they were newly arrived, but Davlian help would be great.