Zakalwe
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Kip sighed deeply, then blew himself up like a bull frog and sighed again, this time with a sound like a fog horn. He turned back to the simulation he was running, what would happen if everyone on the Horizon woke up and was exactly two inches tall. It had amused him for a while, especially when a pet cat someone owned had killed twenty crewmen in a bloodbath, but it had begun to wear off. The directors where organising things, Zeke was handling matters, and they appeared to be making good of the situation, and Kip's interest was waning. He had gone into this simulation to escape his reality, but he was becoming forced to face it.
He was extremely lonely, and had no-one to talk too. Yes he could have talked to anyone on the Horizon, but he was pissed off at their attitude towards him, an "Oh look, Kip's done something weird, let's pity him" sort of attitude. There where only a few people that saw him differently: Tanjo, Apesael, Zeke, Harm and of course Ephesus. The directors tended not to see him as an entity in his own right, but simply a tool, and that was something that Kip hated. His avatar was currently sitting at the top of a cavernous engineering bay, the joy of defying gravity giving him a few nano-seconds pleasure.
And now Tanjo, Apesael and Ephesus where gone, on the destiny. Kip cared deeply for his sister ship, but was also resentful. Destiny had all the technology, the power, and the crew, and an interesting life, at least potentially. Kip had a redundant hulk floating around a cloud with no particular purpose, and no-one interesting other than Harm and Zeke. Zeke was very busy currently, and had no time to spare for him; he just kept to his office plotting. He'd ask for Kip's help on a scheme now and again, but he like to work alone, and so Kip could go for months without speaking with him. And Harm ... Harm was an enigma. Out of respect for her he hadn't scanned her, her possessions, nor even done a background search. He liked her, but her responses were ... erratic. She had something to hide, and kept on hinting at something, and Kip had many theories, but he was too polite to push it. No matter how unstable and random Kip was, no-one could accuse him of being rude. Well not really.
Kip also had no-one on his level to speak with. Ephesus could often think at his level, something which no other person had ever done, and Zeke was intelligent enough to make conversation interesting. With Ephesus gone, he had no-one to take up his attention, his conversation with others needed only a fraction of his capacity, and so he was left bored most of the time. His 'bizarre' behaviour was a way of alleviating his boredom, since it was part of a huge study of interpersonal relationships, and him trying to have fun, but most of the time he felt bored, and its related emotion, depressed. Many times he'd thought of deleting his program, but stopped himself analysing the damage that would have to the people whose lives where in his care and the emotional damage he'd inflict on those few who knew him well. Kip idly plotted a course for the Horizon to crash into the neutron star at the centre of the cloud; the impact would be beautiful to watch. He stopped himself with a shudder; what was he thinking? He couldn't do that. He almost deleted the navigation but then, thinking about it, saved it under a sub-file.
He wouldn't do anything that drastic, but he would have to do something, he couldn't continue like this. He thought about it for a second, and made preparations to make the atmosphere of the Horizon 20% Helium. That would amuse him. How about putting aphrodisiacs in the food and drinks? Why not. He did that too. That should keep reality away for a few more hours.
He was extremely lonely, and had no-one to talk too. Yes he could have talked to anyone on the Horizon, but he was pissed off at their attitude towards him, an "Oh look, Kip's done something weird, let's pity him" sort of attitude. There where only a few people that saw him differently: Tanjo, Apesael, Zeke, Harm and of course Ephesus. The directors tended not to see him as an entity in his own right, but simply a tool, and that was something that Kip hated. His avatar was currently sitting at the top of a cavernous engineering bay, the joy of defying gravity giving him a few nano-seconds pleasure.
And now Tanjo, Apesael and Ephesus where gone, on the destiny. Kip cared deeply for his sister ship, but was also resentful. Destiny had all the technology, the power, and the crew, and an interesting life, at least potentially. Kip had a redundant hulk floating around a cloud with no particular purpose, and no-one interesting other than Harm and Zeke. Zeke was very busy currently, and had no time to spare for him; he just kept to his office plotting. He'd ask for Kip's help on a scheme now and again, but he like to work alone, and so Kip could go for months without speaking with him. And Harm ... Harm was an enigma. Out of respect for her he hadn't scanned her, her possessions, nor even done a background search. He liked her, but her responses were ... erratic. She had something to hide, and kept on hinting at something, and Kip had many theories, but he was too polite to push it. No matter how unstable and random Kip was, no-one could accuse him of being rude. Well not really.
Kip also had no-one on his level to speak with. Ephesus could often think at his level, something which no other person had ever done, and Zeke was intelligent enough to make conversation interesting. With Ephesus gone, he had no-one to take up his attention, his conversation with others needed only a fraction of his capacity, and so he was left bored most of the time. His 'bizarre' behaviour was a way of alleviating his boredom, since it was part of a huge study of interpersonal relationships, and him trying to have fun, but most of the time he felt bored, and its related emotion, depressed. Many times he'd thought of deleting his program, but stopped himself analysing the damage that would have to the people whose lives where in his care and the emotional damage he'd inflict on those few who knew him well. Kip idly plotted a course for the Horizon to crash into the neutron star at the centre of the cloud; the impact would be beautiful to watch. He stopped himself with a shudder; what was he thinking? He couldn't do that. He almost deleted the navigation but then, thinking about it, saved it under a sub-file.
He wouldn't do anything that drastic, but he would have to do something, he couldn't continue like this. He thought about it for a second, and made preparations to make the atmosphere of the Horizon 20% Helium. That would amuse him. How about putting aphrodisiacs in the food and drinks? Why not. He did that too. That should keep reality away for a few more hours.
