Super Supportive FORTY-SEVEN: Thunder Lettuce

FORTY-SEVEN: Thunder Lettuce

On his hundredth day on Moon Thegund, Alden crossed the compound, rubbing his arms to ward off the cold even though he was wearing two turtlenecks on top of each other. The lab was enduring its second long night since hed arrived, and though he was getting used to it, it was still hard to resist staring up at the sky.

There were never any stars, and he couldnt see the clouds through the glare of the facilitys powerful lights. The buzz was long-since gone, and Moon Thegund was still and quiet again. In the dark periods, Alden felt their isolation from the rest of the universe more keenly. It was only him and Kibby and these few buildings now. Everything else was blackness and silence.

Hed left his little partner sleeping back at the vault.

He could feel her there.

It was a relatively new ability. A couple of weeks ago, Alden had lost track of her. Hed searched and searched, calling her na, and growing increasingly worried until he suddenly realized he just knew what direction she was in.

At first, it was almost the sa as the feeling he had during their magic lessonsa weight in her direction, like the universe leaned ever so slightly toward her. But as hed beco aware of how to access the sense of her, it had gotten sharper and clearer rapidly. Little effort was involved now that hed figured out the trick.

Because its sothing thats pre-built into the skill, he thought.

This was what the System had called targeting. Hed just learned how to access it in a new way.

Kibby was the one who could entrust him with things. Alden no longer needed the light halo or the direction indicator to know it. He was positive he could untarget and retarget her, too, now. But he hadnt tried.

So things were too dangerous to experint with.

He entered the greenhouse and paused for a mont to appreciate the warmth and the artificial sunlight blazing down from the glass panels overhead.

Well, blazing from most of them. So of them were dead.

So of everything was dead. That was how it worked around here.

Alden walked between the hydroponic tables, examining the plants. The greenhouse was mostly automated. During the first couple of months, a task list had appeared on the wall every other day or so for things that required attention. Kibby would read it to Alden, and when she didnt already know how to complete a chore, theyd figured it out together.

The list had died.

Fortunately Alden had the routine down well enough to muddle through without it by the ti it did. Today, the greenhouse had provided a new set of germination trays already loaded with seeds in little gel cups. Alden took it from the cabinet it had appeared in and slotted it into an empty space on one of the hydro tables.

Hang in there, dude, he said to it. Its a rough world.

The last few trays hed slotted in were largely failures. Most of the seeds didnt sprout. A few produced anemic little plants that looked like theyd never turn into anything worth eating. And a far smaller number were growing like weeds. One of the first trays hed placed had made a whole lot of nothing and a few gargantuan heads of what Alden was calling Thunder Lettuce.

The na made Kibby groan like she was in pain every ti he said it.

Alden and the little girl had enjoyed a long discussion about eating Thunder Lettuce, and about the many other plants in the greenhouse that were still alive but no longer looking quite like they were ant to.

Conclusionif the trial servings tasted yummy and didnt make you sick, eat it.

It wasnt like the corruption couldnt get at all the other food they ate anyway. It just seed to morph the living things at the lab more quickly and obviously than it did the non-living ones. Even the vault was only offering minor protection, since the door had to be left open.

As Alden grew more and more aware of his own power, he also beca increasingly sensitive to the perpetual assault of existing in this place. The network of power he had sotis imagined around himself during teleports, or that one overwhelming eting with the Primary, was still there. But it was like it was being sandblasted.

The chaos pressed in endlessly. Alden asserted himself endlessly. The process had beco automatic, but it was never ignorable. Even when he was not deliberately flexing his authority or using his skill, he was aware of it now. A strange sensation, like he was always tensing in expectation of a sharp poke.

Asserting my authority. Asserting my right to be here and be . Im getting much better at it.

He could tell he was. He could now control the strength of the flex if he chose. Sotis, a grim and weary whisper in his mind pointed out that he could also choose to stop.

Not often. But often enough to worry him.

Today he was fine.He stole so dark green leaves the size of pillowcases from Thunder Lettuce Fourthe garlicky one. Stir-fry for breakfast sounded good. Kibby liked it when he cooked. She didnt care what it tasted like. She just wanted soone to give her food on a plate at the table.

Like she wanted him to offer to brush her hair. And tell her to chew her tooth gum.

It had taken Alden too long to realize it. She was a capable kid. If she didnt do sothing obvious for herself, it was because she really wanted him to do it for her.

Cant fix her trauma. Cant fix the moon.

Can fix breakfast.

And do a decent French braid.

At least it was sothing.

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That afternoon, they watched television.

They watched a lot of television.

Hours and hours of it every day in the vault. It was too easy to just stare at the screens and enjoy the sight and sound of other people living normal lives.

Well, normal for Artonans.

Alden was a little concerned about the amount of alien content he was absorbing. The dark episodes in the soap operas were starting to make sense. Klee-pak shouldnt have killed the daisies. To disrespect life in the wake of death was the sa as spitting on his friends graves.

His parents were still assholes, though. They could have explained it instead of throwing their kid in the punishnt closet.

It was so he could feel the darkness of death, said Kibby. And co to a greater knowledge of what hed done wrong.

Deep, said Alden, nodding in understanding.

You an profound.

Profound.

Language was coming along fantastically. This was a next-level imrsion experience. Desperately wanting and needing to communicate complex ideas all the ti, having a stickler of a roommate wholoved correcting you, the total and complete absence of your native tongue

Alden had caught himself thinking in Artonan several tis recently. A few more months and hed start making a serious attempt at the writing system.

There has to be so kind of official Artonan language proficiency exam on Anesidora, right?

He was going to find it, take it, and obliterate it.

He munched on a bowl of popped beansnot at all like popcorn, way too crunchyand watched the end of a nature show about seasonal swarms of giant crabs on Artona I. Kibby jumped up at the end of it and raced over to the television to select a new show.

Hey. Do you think if you start a new show fast Im going to forget our deal? Alden said, flicking a popped bean at her.

She pouted. I dont want to talk about crabs.

The deal isnt that we have to talk about crabs. We just have to talk about sothing in between shows. So that we dont just sit here watching the pretty colors on the screen all day while our brains rot.

Decay.

Not rot?

Rot is too dirty. Its like what the chaos is doing to the plants in the greenhouse. Its not sothing you should say about brains.

Hmm. Interesting.

Thank you for correcting my course.

Kibby bead.

He made sure to only throw that particular phrase at her a couple of tis a day. It was very respectful and usually reserved for teachers. She got really bigheaded if he overdid it.

What do we talk about instead of crabs? she asked, trotting back over to sit on the edge of her mattress.

She no longer complained about sleeping here. It had been a long ti since that was a source of disagreent between them.

Can I ask you about the First again?

We talked about that twice, she reminded him. I dont know what you an.

I know a lot more words now. He is an important Artonan man. A very important one. And hes powerful. I could feel it.

Powerful how?

Powerful magic. I could feel it like I can feel yours during partnered authority exercises. But back then, I couldnt usually dothings like that at all. I couldnt know things like that about wizards. But with him I could.

You an he had high authority. Presence.

Extrely high. He must be a very strong wizard. And he has aa special naan honor na. That ans sothing like First.

Honor na? she considered the phrase. A -? Like Distinguished Master? Maybe he was the leader of the school where you worked?

Yes! A title. But he didnt work for the school.

Are you sure? she said doubtfully. Because you get confused a lot.

an-an, he said, throwing another bean at her. Understanding different planets is hard. But Im sure. He was there with his sister. They both had special clothes.

He described the Primarys outfit. The shorter sleeves, the patterns done in tal studs. And all of a sudden, Kibby made a sound that Alden associated with hardcore fangirls at pop concerts.

A !! You t ! Did you say the first!? Oh, oh, !! You felt his authority! WHY?! What did he say to you? And his sister! Which sister was it?! She squealed and ran at him, climbing into his lapwhich was not sothing she usually didlike she was trying to get closer to him so that she could absorb the story through direct contact. Hes -!

It was rare these days for her to use so many words in a row that he didnt have a clue about.

Uhslower? he said, intimidated by the fact that she was nearly pressing their noses together while she fired off questions.

By the ti Kibby had managed to calm down and start using words he could understand, Alden ended up being moreuncertain about who the Primary was rather than less.

According to Kibby he was the best.

The best at what?

Everything!

Alden could practically see little hearts floating in the air over her brown hair.

Yes. I understand youre excited. But maybe you could explain it more easily? For a human?

There are people who cant do magic, she said. Then there are people who are learning magic. Then there are lowly wizards. Then there are.

The power rankings went on for a while. Artonans were very into categorizing their wizards by ability.

Then there are wizards who make sacred promises to grow their power stronger and use it to protect the Triplanets from chaos and demons and harm!

Alden frowned.

Had Kibby just jumped from power ranking to moral ranking? He kept listening in case hed misunderstood, but it sounded like she had. Like, there were supersupersuper wizards, and then bamnoble fightin wizards.

Can I ask a question? he interrupted. Do only the most powerful wizards beco Primaries?

Theres only one Primary. He is the most powerful. Then there is a . And a . And then his sister Alis-arth! Was she the one you t? And then . And then

Are the titles numbers? he asked.

Theyre in order!

So like numbers anyway. That would explain the English translation the System had given him. Primary, secondary, tertiary, etc

Maybe it was part of the normal power ranking system but once you hit a certain level of wizardry you were just expected to join the chaos fighting group?

I dont know what his sisters na was, he said. And I still dont understand. It sounded like when you were putting the wizards in order you maybe changed it. Frompowerful wizards to brave wizards? Is that right or wrong?

Yes! Brave is more important than strong.

Wow. That was not the answer Alden had been expecting. Does everyone think the sa? Or just so people?

She glared at him. Everyone knows - are better than regular wizards.

Im missing sothing.

I t the Primarys son. Stu-arth. He wanted to be a warrior? For the Mother Planet.

Not just a warrior. A .

So it was the word the System had been translating as knight.

A knight. A knight is a kind of wizard that is better than a normal wizard?

Kibby nodded.

But are they always stronger? Could Worli Ro-den win in a fight with a knight?

She looked appalled. Distinguished Master Ro-den would not fight a knight.

But if he did

He would not. His head would be removed.

So the knight would definitely win?

She huffed. That doesnt matter. His head would be removed for fighting the knight even if he won. Especially if he won and hurt the knight.

Hed be executed? Well, okay then. Maybe the knights were even more like royalty than hed suspected when he first heard about Stuarts dad.

Alden hoped Jel-nor hadnt been beheaded for dueling Stuart. Maybe official duels were different than fights. And the guy was only a wannabe knight at this point, so surely it didnt count.

Are the knights all family to each other? he asked, still trying to slot them in as so kind of obscure magical royalty. Is that part of what makes them knights?

Of course not. That would be dumb.

I dont understand, Alden moaned.

I told you. You get confused.

She kept rattling on about the Primary, and Alden only got more confused.

Kibby made it sound like the mans role in Artonan society was a cross between a nuclear warhead and the Pope. The two ideas did not sh. He began to wonder if she just had such a huge crush on knights that it was preventing her from giving him an unbiased answer.

Wait, wait, he said. One more ti. All knights are better than all regular wizards, even if theyre not always stronger. Because they promise to protect the Triplanets from danger. Is that right?

Thats right, said Kibby.

Okay. Now they were getting sowhere.

Why doesnt everyone make the promise then?

Kibby made the double hand gesture she liked to use for a shrug. Then she added, Theyre not allowed to break the promise. And I think they have to be special sohow. Maybe its important to be stronger than normal wizards, too, even if they dont have to be the very strongest. Because I never heard about a weak knight.

She paused. I asked Distinguished Master Ro-den if I could be a knight one day. After I saw one on a video.

What did he say?

He said to ask him the sa question after I got older and finally learned so magic. He said it was a terrible life for crazy wizards, , and idiots.

Joe, whod spent years living here on Moon Thegund by choice, thought other wizards were crazy?

Change of subject, Alden said. Then we can watch another show. Ive wanted to ask you before, and since were talking about magic and culturehow do Avowed work with everything else?

Kibby blinked. Dont you get assignnts and complete them?

No, sorry. I didnt an to say work. I antwhat do Artonans think about Avowed? What did you think when you first saw ?

He had Joes opinion about the views most wizards had. But hed never quite figured out what Kibby and the assistants thought of him.

I thought, A human! Probably it is a man human. Distinguished Master Ro-den might have sent it. Or Yipalck might have sent it. I wonder if its going to do magic. I hope its going to help us. I hope its not going to hurt us.

So it was that simple and obvious then.

He didnt know why he was thinking it would have been anything more complicated. What else would soone think when a potentially powerful alien walked up to their front door?

Kibby smiled at him. I cant believe you t the Primary! I cant believe you t a knight at all. I have never seen one in real life! Tell what he said to you again!

He said I was amazing.

Liar.

He said I was the best human hed ever t, and I should be the Primary.

Liar liar!

We held hands.

Kibby looked like she wanted to bite him.