Super Supportive FORTY-EIGHT: The Machine

FORTY-EIGHT: The Machine

Dawn ca. The red blob continued to spread across the map of Moon Thegund.

Alden and Kibby stayed alive.

Instructor Gwen-lor taught the class full of wizard tots magic, and Alden and Kibby studied with them. In the beginning, the first thing you had to learn was how to move your authority deliberately and with control. To do that, you had to feel it. That was the point of the beginner exercise, and it was why you were supposed to have a partner to poke at you.

It ca naturally to the Artonan wizard class. Alden didnt think he ever would have figured it out if he hadnt been trapped in a chaos sandblaster, being poked from every direction with no ans of escape while also being highly motivated to actually try for Kibbys sake.

But he had figured it out. Hed obtained the supposedly unobtainable sixth sense, and hed learned how to use it.

Then, finally, the lessons moved on to actual spell casting, and itwasnt that hard?

Well, it was. But it was hard in ways that had a lot more to do with basic physical and ntal limitations than with his newfound sense for and control over his authority.

Artonans could think two thoughts at once. Literally. Two completely separate conscious ntal processes. When they wanted to, they could work a math problem with one eyeball and read a book with another. They werent just good at multitasking, as Joe had once said, they were the gods of it.

Which was so unfair that Alden had to complain about it aloud every now and then.

Facts are facts, Kibby intoned, looking at him with one eye while the other was fixed on the tv. Theyre not required to be fair.

Ugh. You are so.whats a friendly-an word that says you are too proud of yourself?

Smug, Kibby said smugly.

Youre that, said Alden, slouching on his learning cushion. Slouching was acceptable. Sitting on your butt was not. He knelt on it properly now like a respectful student.

Youre moving forward faster than , Kibby said. And theyre my lessons. Thats what isnt fair.

Kibby was very proud that she even had lessons. It was pretty uncommon for a child to be taught magic long distance. Most teachers, especially good teachers like Instructor Gwen-lor, found anything but in-person instruction insulting. They didnt allow themselves to be recorded.

Im only faster because Im older. And Im an Avowed.

She smiled and nodded determinedly.

Alden was lying. Kibby knew he was lying. But Artonans considered kind lies to children to be an act of love. It was grown-up manners hed learned from one of the soaps. Not exactly a foreign concept for a human, though the Artonans took it way farther than he ever would have on his own.

If Kibby was expecting a loving lie, and he didnt give it to her, it really hurt her feelings. On multiple levels. It was like in addition to forcing her to have the information she didnt want, he was telling her that he didnt care enough about her to protect her. Hed accidentally made her cry several tis before hed finally watched the right show and realized his mistake.

The truth was that Alden was pretty sure he was not better at magic because he was older. And due to so recent realizations, he was positive it wasnt because he was an Avowed.

It was a strange thing to think, but he was growing fairly certain that he was just naturally more talented at authority control than Kibby. He was careful not to ask about it, since it was a painful subject for a girl who was pursuing wizardry so doggedly despite so sort of disadvantage.

But the more they partnered up and worked on manipulating their power together, the more he could tell. Authority was more than just strong or weak. There were multiple other elents involved in turning it from sothing you had into sothing you used to enact magic on the world around you. Kibby seed to have power, but it was like it didnt want to move for her.

She had the Artonan gift that had allowed her to know her authority and use it in the first place, but now that Alden had found his, too, he was outpacing her.

Not that it ans Im particularly good in comparison to other small Artonan children, though, he thought as he watched the kindergartners on the screen.

He couldnt perform a huge percentage of even the most basic spells. And he would probably never be able to.

Artonans sure liked their magic ingredients and toys and tools and chantsthings Instructor Gwen-lor said carried them through the maze of reality to a new destination. That taphor ant nothing to Alden, and even if it had, he could not obtain the supplies or chant many of the chants.

Not enough octaves in his vocal register, and besides, trying to say one magic spell in his head and a different one with his moutha fairly common requirentwas like patting his head and rubbing his stomach tis a thousand. You were supposed to an the things you said, and he couldnt an two completely different words at once as far as he knew.

But Artonans and humans had really similar hands. And Aldens little bit of enhanced dexterity plus lots of repetitions of the finger exercises were doing him so favors.

The spells were silly. They were for little bitty people after all. But Alden just followed the patterns with his fingers, wove his authority in and out of the imaginary symbols they made in the air, and presto. A series of musical notes sounded through the vault, matching the rhythm of his ring fingers as they flicked through the air.

It had required a few hours of practice and morization to learn the signs.

It was useless.

And it was so damn cool.

That is very good, Kibby said.

You always complinted your partner when they got their spell right. Alden had gotten several right lately. He could light the promise sticks with one. With another, he could create tiny puffs of air that blew dust off of things. With a third, he was supposedly sanitizing his hands, though it was hard to know if it was working. He hoped Kibby would get one right soon, so that he could complint her, too.

Thank you. Alden tried not to grin too much.

You arent upset anymore. She was staring at his face with both eyes now.

What?

After you did that spell for the first ti last week. You were upset. You left the vault in a hurry.

Oh, that. I hurt my finger a little. I was afraid I wouldnt be able to do it again. But its better now.

Which finger? Kibby asked, her brows drawing together as she leaned over toward his cushion to examine him worriedly. You are only good at hand casting. You must take better care of yourself and rember your stretches.

I will.

Lets stretch now!

Oh. Sure. Alden felt guilty about it, but he let her lead him through the hand stretches.

There was nothing at all wrong with his fingers.

#

They should have spent every waking minute in the vault. But they couldnt. Theyd go mad.

A few tis they had tried and managed for multiple days, but one of them inevitably lost their temper or, more dangerously, they started to feel despondent. Authority wasnt willpower, but you had to have at least a little willpower to keep asserting it when you were tired.

Sotis, if you were depressed and tired and feeling sorry for yourself, it started to seem like too much trouble to right the askewness again. And again. And again.

So they did the best they could. And they had agreed to let themselves enjoy going outside.

On the grounds of the compound after their lesson that day, Kibby threw chunks of gravel at Alden enthusiastically. He caught each one, flicked his wrist, and dropped the preservation in a smooth motion so that they flew off in different directions. Montum preserved and redirected. One after another in rapid succession.

Panting from exertion and clearly delighted, Kibby ran at him. Youre so much better at it, Alden! she crowed. You never used to get it right, and now youve gotten it right every ti!

Alden gave a dramatic bow. I am the great rockerdirection changer?

Bouncer?

I am the rock bouncer. He stood up. And theres sothing else. Hand two pieces of gravel at once.

Kibbys face lit up with excitent. She grabbed two pieces of the pale gray gravel and flung them at him.

Ouch, he said. Hand them to this ti. Not throw.

Oh! I am sorry.

She politely put two pieces side-by-side in her palm and offered them to him.

They dont have to be touching, Alden said.

Her eyes widened. She moved the rocks apart, and Alden stared at them for a mont, concentrating, then he grabbed one in each hand.

Yes, he said, looking down at them. Both preserved.

Let feel!

He shifted his weight from foot to foot to keep the skill going and held out his hands. She prodded at the rocks. Alden, you did it! Two at once! Did you finally master the Art of Perceiving in Multiple Ways?

No, said Alden.

The Art of Perceiving in Multiple Ways had been ntioned in passing by Instructor Gwen-lor, so Alden had been able to tell Kibby he thought perception would be important for practicing his skill without ntioning that Joe had given him the idea. Thats still really difficult for . I did it in a different way.

How!?

He considered how best to describe it.

Forgive any poor word choices, he said finally. Its a hard thing to explain without them. I think my Avowed skill is like a machine. Like the He couldnt say it was like the car. They never talked about the car. Like the television. It cos with several possible options, but because a human cant feel or control the parts of the machine, its a mix of our perception and the Contract that determines which options are normally turned on or off.

Kibbys eyes were narrowed, and she was biting her lower lip. It was her thinking face. So changing your perception changes the show?

Theres only one show, Alden said evenly. Its a show called Alden Preserves Objects. All my perception can change is the volu. Or the clearness of the image. Orit can do more than that. Probably. The description is bad. But learning to change your perception gives an Avowed a way to select the options they cant feel.

But you havent learned?

Instructor Gwen-lor did say it was a difficult art, Alden reminded her.

Having the right perception was important with spell casting because it could cover minor mistakes, according to Gwen-lor. And with the right perception, powerful and talented wizards could push their spells in directions they werent really supposed to go. Alden assud mastering perception might, one day, similarly allow him to bend the outco of his skill activation a little. In addition to being a way of triggering Let Take Your Luggages various inherent options.

It did make sense that Joe had focused on it so much.

Anyway, I havent really learned to play around with my perception. I think thats probably how a human would normally need to train their skill. Probably it would be the best chance I had of learning to use it better. But Im lucky. I have the best teacher in the universe.

Instructor Gwen-lor is renowned, Alden, Kibby said. She is a friend of Distinguished Master Ro-den. But I do not think she is the best teacher in the universe.

Always so serious about teachers.

Alden looked her in the eyes. I didnt an Instructor Gwen-lor. I ant Instructor Kivb-ee.

She stared at him. Are you trying a friendly-an joke?

Its not a joke, Alden said firmly. You taught how to feel my magic correctly. You were patient, generous, and hard-working. Nobody else would ever be that patient with or work that hard for . I was a very slow learner.

Very slow, she agreed.

I thought I couldnt do it.

I thought you couldnt do it either. But I didnt have anyone else to practice with.

Alden snorted. And youre honest. The point is, thanks to you I can use my authority. The more I learn to feel it, and the more I practice controlling it, the more I can use it to directly sense how my skill works.

Really?

Yes. He showed her the gravel again. Theres a part of the skill that starts the preservation. After it activates, that part naturally turns off. It wouldnt usually turn on again while the skill is in use. But because I can feel what part of the machine works that way now, I was able to practice with it. And I learned how to tell my authority to do it. Its really a lot like learning the control techniques for a spell. Sotwo things can be preserved now. Only easy things, though. Like rocks.

There was a good reason for the skill to be automatically set to not work this way. It was taking almost every fiber of his authority to double-run it even on rocks. The old Alden would have been on his knees, staring at the lab cabinets while Sophie threatened to disembowel him and told him to figure out the difference between his power to exert influence over reality and his will.

Now, he was rely aware that his limit was approaching, and he needed to stop the preservation before he exhausted himself and left himself completely vulnerable to chaos.

He dropped the rocks.

So. Thats enough skill use for today. Lets exercise.

I will get the stopwatch.

He gasped. Youre timing ? After Ive had such a hard practice session! So strict.

You want to be the best Avowed in the Triplanets service, dont you?

What? No! My goals are much smaller than that. And set on Earth. Where did you get that idea?

Kibby stood straighter and lifted her chin. As your first Instructor, I berate you. You will sha my na if you do not beco the best Avowed.

Huh?

Is this a friendly joke? he asked hesitantly.

She stared at him. If yours was not a joke, then mine is not a joke. You will be the best Avowed.

Kibby, Im not that great. I think maybe you should lower your

You will be the best Avowed.

#

Instructor Kivb-ee conked out right after their exercise session. Alden was still wide awake.

He stood in the shower, letting the water blast him. It was running cold in a lot of places now, or not running at all, but the shower near the vault was still blazing hot.

Hed overdone it today. Hed tired himself. He could feel the askewness creeping in.

The chaos was like filthy fingers pressing and pressing against him, breaking through at the edges of his existence.

Mostly the new edges.

His authority had grown. And the fresh authority hed earned through the many hours of practice with Kibby felt a little softer and more vulnerable than the rest.

It was also beautiful.

So much more beautiful and dear to him than the massive portion of his authority that was dedicated to his skill and trait. He cherished it partly because for a long while now hed been aware of himself earning it and developing it through hard work. But more than that, he enjoyed it because it was free.

Free to beco anything and everything. Free to reshape the world in any way Alden chose and knew the spell for.

Casting a spellcasting it with intention and full awareness of your own powerwas aweso. In the original sense of the word. Heavy emphasis on the awe.

It was like Alden beca more in so profound way every ti he did.

He wouldnt be surprised if wizards were all addicted to it. He was, and he could only perform a handful of spells intended for children.

And he could only do them with the free authority.

Alden had told Joe he thought an Avoweds authority must be bound up with their skills and other talents, so that it was easy to use. And Joe had been impressed that he was right.

But I wasnt right, was I? he thought, resting his back against the shower wall. I was just saying things without understanding them. Back then I couldnt have understood them. I didnt even have the words.

The skill was like a machine. It wasnt a great simile, but it was good enough.

Alden contained within him a powerful, startlingly complex, rock solid machine made of pure authority. He thought if the chaos ever beca too much and he started to lose himself, the skill would be the last bastion that held him together. The very last thing to go.

He could sense that about itits fundantal strength.

And one day, if Alden finally found his way back to a world with a System on it, all of his beautiful free authority would eventually be cramd into a permanent functional shape, too. Sothing useful. A new skill if he wanted one. Or the mysterious alternate path Joe had advised him to follow for Let Take Your Luggage. A few points in Agility. So ntal processing. A spell impression. So speed.

Whatever he was allowed to choose.

I wonder how many levels Ive earned.

Three maybe? Or four? He didnt know how the System kept track. He was just guessing, but it had to be more than it should have been.

His authorityboth bound and freewas growing so much faster now that he was consciously using it all the ti.

The System will give a lot of options when the ti cos. I should be fine with that. A few months ago, I was just a guy bombing Hamlet quizzes. The skill is strong and useful. I should be grateful. Ill have choices.

Butnot the one I really want.

Joe had said Avowed died if their free authority grew too large and unbalanced their fixed talents. So Alden couldnt just keep it.

The professor hadnt been wrong when he advised Alden not to try learning wizardry.

If hed never done it, he wouldnt have known the profound joy of it. He wouldnt have felt the rush of swinging your power at the universe and making things happen. He would never have learned how to feel his skill.

And so he wouldnt have known that, although his Avowed powers were indeed a gift for soone who wouldnt have been able to do magic if his life had taken any course but this, they were also a set of chains.

The more Alden mastered his own authority, the more clearly he felt them.

And they were really, really heavy.