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Idleness (Open)
Lately Ben had been kind of restless, and thus had been buzzing around the city. It was way too quiet with everything going on, and as much as he hated being idle, there was really no helping it at times.
He had gotten a RideVendor remote from Philip and had taken out one of the cycles for a spin. A few false starts and he was roaring around the city at a breakneck pace before pulling up to the park. Removing his helmet, he brushed his hair of sweat. "I really like motorcycles," he declared to no one as he got off and began to do a few warm ups.
While training in the sensoriums was always fun, he was often finding himself preferring the city more and more, and he selected an alien from his watch, an old standby favorite.
"CANNONBOLT!" yelled Ben as he began to roll and bounce all over the place.
He had gotten a RideVendor remote from Philip and had taken out one of the cycles for a spin. A few false starts and he was roaring around the city at a breakneck pace before pulling up to the park. Removing his helmet, he brushed his hair of sweat. "I really like motorcycles," he declared to no one as he got off and began to do a few warm ups.
While training in the sensoriums was always fun, he was often finding himself preferring the city more and more, and he selected an alien from his watch, an old standby favorite.
"CANNONBOLT!" yelled Ben as he began to roll and bounce all over the place.
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Her look was frankly admiring.
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Of course, whether anyone would believe her would be another matter.
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"So, being a hero is a family tradition?" That sort of made sense. A grandfather as an intergalactic cop, a grandson in control of a shapeshifting machine.
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Ben shrugged. "Heroes aren't born in my world, they're made."
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Did Stacy really think that would work?
"I don't think I have anything like that in my background. I still get the feeling sometimes that I was just standing next to someone else who was important, and got snatched up with them."
Hopefully, not instead of them.
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She shrugged, hands out. "I wonder if I'll end up doing everything once. Like - what's the program called on Earth? Apprenticing, or work study, or something."
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"My species has a sort of - compressed - adolescence," she said, gesturing with her hands as though squeezing time between them. "A very small window for learning things. And once you learn, you're not suppose to change." She put her hands down on the wall, and kicked her heels. "Well. I changed before. Time to change again."
The question was, would she ever be able to change back?
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She looked at him sideways. "Old hat? I can't tell if you're serious or not. If you are, I wish I could figure out how to get some of that equanimity bottled and distributed. It would make arrival here a lot easier."
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"Any tips on deciding what are little things, and what are not? I'm used to have someone else keep track of things around me, and now that he isn't here, I'm trying to adjust."
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"For a long time what was important was give the greatest happiness, the most life, to the greatest number of people. Hence, the medical database. And then the universe went away." She drew up her legs, propped her chin on her knees. "So now I work in Computing, and Medical, and hope that my efforts help support everyone else. A rather subtle and low-key flavor of heroics."
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