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fandomtownies2011-11-14 07:28 am
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Stark Industries, Monday
As far as periods of his life Ender didn't want to relive went, this weekend could have been worse. Or that was the theory, at least. It had been a long time ago, and there had been wars and struggle afterwards, ten times worse than anything Peter had ever done to him.
And yet still, this weekend clung to him worse than he'd expected. Maybe it was because he'd never quite wiped Peter-the-monster from whatever place he occupied in Ender's mind; Ender didn't know.
It was foolish to linger on it, but no amount of emails helped him shake it.
He tried to distract himself by talking to Jane across the day, about anything from Shakespeare to philosophers to the work Sel Menach, Shakespeare Colony's xenobiologist, was doing.
But it didn't quite go away.
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And yet still, this weekend clung to him worse than he'd expected. Maybe it was because he'd never quite wiped Peter-the-monster from whatever place he occupied in Ender's mind; Ender didn't know.
It was foolish to linger on it, but no amount of emails helped him shake it.
He tried to distract himself by talking to Jane across the day, about anything from Shakespeare to philosophers to the work Sel Menach, Shakespeare Colony's xenobiologist, was doing.
But it didn't quite go away.
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Well. That and restocking on some parts. Someone had demanded one of his last lightbulbs.
"Hey," he said as he entered, picking at a bacta bandage on his hand.
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Sadly, after several years with the Jedi, he knew bacta when he saw it.
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Eloquent.
"Your weekend go okay?"
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He shut his laptop and sat back, regarding Topher from behind the desk. "Fire away," he said. "I'm an open book."
... ahahahahaha.
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That 'genius' badge was probably being confiscated as they spoke.
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You know, with the robots and the political thing and all of that.
Finally, he just bit the bullet and asked. "Was he, like, kind of an asshole as a kid?"
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Sarcasm, Topher.
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"'Cause, I mean... this weekend he was sort of a dick," he said after a minute, still picking at the bandage. "So I wondered. If he was to you too."
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Not that he intended to go into any of the details at all. "He's gotten better over the years. Marginally."
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He looked up, realising that he wanted to do something - and wondering if impulses like that would ever be less of a shock, or less disorienting.
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NFB
Ender looked up, alarmed. "Did something happen to it?" he asked. "Is someone gunning after him again, or is this an island-wide thing--"
"No, I just can't access it anymore. I'm locked out of the systems," Jane said. "I'd accuse you of paranoia, but right now I'd rather find the marubo who did this--"
"Could just be Tony," Ender pointed out, and relaxed. "Maybe he's finally found the ports you're using to break in."
"No, this is too sophisticated for you meaty things," she said dismissively. "Unless someone launched an EMP..."
Ender sighed. "I'll take it up with him later," he said.