“I can’t believe Isis would hold a grudge against me
for so long,” Zorn said. He imagined Isis’s planning numerous ways to torture
him.
“It’s not always bad. She had to make an example of
you since we were in a public place. She has numerous enemies and showing any
sign of weakness is not good.”
“So she likes me?”
“No. No. She tolerates you.”
Zorn stared at his feet as he walked, but then he lifted
his head. “If she is the queen and you are the future king or some type of
prince, aren’t you in danger as well?” Zorn studied the area. “Maybe I should
focus my telepathy on potential assassins?”
Nathaniel smiled. “You truly don’t remember anything
about this reality. I am not too different than your Savant, except in a way, he
is weaker than me.”
“Weaker?” Zorn did a double take. “I feel the need to
correct you, but it is odd correcting you, since you are the you that I am
defending.”
“His point is valid,” Elmo said.
“What point?” Zorn asked.
“This version of your friend did not save a psychic
being and thus has full use of his mental powers.”
Zorn stared at Nathaniel. “Explain please. You are
neither telepath, pyrokinetic or telekinetic.”
“He sees patterns,” Elmo said. As Elmo floated through
solid objects, Nathaniel and Zorn traversed the sidewalk. “However, the version
of him that has full use of his abilities has conquered several worlds.”
“What?” Nathaniel stopped.
Elmo stopped and faced him. “You conquered worlds.
Does this bother you?”
“The way you said…am I a tyrant?”
Elmo nodded and floated away.
“I am not a bad person,” Nathaniel said.
“No, you are not, but all living beings are capable of
great evil.”
“What about me? Am I capable of great evil?” Zorn
asked.
“Yes,” Elmo said. “Nathaniel will not remember any of
this, but you are a telepath, so I mustn’t tell you… However, I will tell you
that you must trust in your friendship with Nathaniel. Nathaniel the conqueror,
he lost much…”
They traveled for another three kilometers before they
came to a wreckage. Above the wreckage a swirling mass of pink energy distorted
the area. Zorn stopped and stared. Nathaniel studied the ship. “How is this
solid, but you are not?”
Elmo reached out and touched Nathaniel. “We are near
the event horizon.”
“Then we can physically effect the tear in reality,”
Zorn said. “Since your ship is meant to manipulate the space in between
realities. Surely you possess a procedure to heal a tear caused by a ship.”
“I knew you were smart enough to grasp the situation,”
Elmo said. “No, there is no such procedure, but I believe I can use the ship to
fix the tear.”
“What tear?” Nathaniel asked. “Everything looks normal
to me.”
“Even with our psychic connection, you can’t see?”
Elmo played with his three fingers. “You were our best hope….”
Zorn turned to Nathaniel. “What exactly could he do to
that? More importantly, what can we
do to that?”
“We need to quickly program the shielding on the
computer to heal the herniated reality as I travel back through the opening. Nathaniel
has the ability to program, but he is not able to see the tear.”
“So you need me to learn some foreign programming
language,” Zorn said. “I must master the language in…”
“At most a day,” Elmo said.
“And save all of reality?” Zorn asked.
Elmo threw his hands up. “Why do you two go
immediately to doomsday?”
“Because in my reality,” Zorn said. “If life can go to
nure, life will go to nure.”
“Well said,” Nathaniel said. “Good luck Zorn. I
believe in you.”
“Believe in me? Are you insane? We are a team.
Usually, you come up with some crazy plan, but then I will give it some thought
and realize the possibilities.” Zorn rubbed his chin. “My version of you is an
excellent programmer,” Zorn said to Nathaniel. “How good are you?”
Nathaniel shrugged. “I am pretty good.”
“He is the best,” Elmo said.
Zorn looked up to the sky. “I am sending you the
information right now and you still do not see this huge swirling mass?”
“No,” Nathaniel said.
“We are geniuses,” Zorn said. “We can do this.”
“What can I do?” Nathaniel asked.
“Elmo, set up Nathaniel in front of your computer and
teach him the programming language of your ship.”
Nathaniel frowned. “So, you are going with Elmo’s
original plan?”
Zorn nodded. “With some revisions.” He turned to Elmo.
“I also need access to your computers. I need imagery software written in any Datrevian
programming language.”
“An easy request,” Elmo said. “What is it you wish to
do?”
“I am going to create a program to mimic what I see,”
Zorn said.
“The image has to be a perfect facsimile for this to
work,” Elmo said. “Your image has to be dead on, and his calculation has to be
dead on based on your image.”
“Not a problem,” Zorn said. “We are an amazing team
and I got first prize in an art competition.”
“Art? I don’t recall you competing in art in your
reality,” Elmo said.
“You know an awful lot about us,” Nathaniel said. “And
we don’t know a thing about you.”
“I am a fan,” Elmo said. “So explain to me how is it
possible that you competed in something the average Datrevian shuns and I have
no record of you doing so?”
“This conversation is a little creepy,” Zorn said. “If
you must know, Datrevia does not keep records of competition in grade school.”
“Grade school?” Elmo pinched his nose. “Maybe
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