He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
She considers.
She conjures an illusion of two people talking, one with yellow hair and one with brown. Both have their mouths moving as though they were speaking, but no sound comes out. Different scripts scroll underneath them. They clearly can't understand each other. Then the brown-haired one waves a hand, throwing sparks, and the script under the yellow-haired one turns into pictures that show what objects the yellow is talking about, and the alien nods along in understanding.
"Magical aliens!" chirps Alaior.
"There'll be some explanation or other," someone opines. "Maybe it's like 'Ruins of the Oyster Lagoon'."
"Is that the one with the noncanonical movie, about the sea people -"
"You're thinking of Oyster Beach Horrors, Ruins is about people who use a lot of lost technology and don't know how it works and think it's magic."
She nods. "Genosha Odette country, Prussia Raikel country, Anglia Karole country. Odette Prussia, Odette Zavier. Odette Anglia, Odette Zavier. Odette Genosha--" she holds out her hands to either side. "Odette Zavier," she says, gesturing with one. "Odette Lehnsherr," she gestures with the other. Then she closes the Zavier hand firmly.
"I can't figure out if she means they let her pick or if it's because her parents' countries agreed on -"
"This is obviously green work, don't hurt yourself."
"Then the senator should answer his priority line in more than an hour and a half, what can possibly be taking so long -"
"Something's always on fire at the Senate."
"Then why even bother calling it a priority line?"
"...Not knows all words. Uh..."
She considers this, and then shows an illusion. The two of them are in a city with a completely unfamiliar architectural style. A man is looming over them with an incredibly unfriendly look on his face. Illusory-Odette clutches her sister and suddenly the two of them are under a table in Calado.
"- maybe we should start with some more Oahkar lessons. Now, I can get a linguist in here, but the more people know about you the greater the chance everything gets out of control with you in the middle, so I think I'll try myself for a bit, okay? And if I'm a lousy teacher we can get one of the senator's polymaths."
"Everyone will want to get you to do things and make it look like their idea," he says. "I'm not claiming to have nobler motives but I can't compete with myself in three hundred directions and the full Senate is more than capable of that. The polymath Cadra keeps mentioning is brilliant and not obviously disloyal but his sister is being cultivated by another senator's office."
"The rewards are zero-sum," he says. "There's only so much room. Everyone wants kids - I'm sure aliens want kids too, right, or where would new aliens come from? - but we can't sustain people having too many, so we have to earn permissions. Most castes earn their own - place in contests or something - purples have applications they can fill out for first children, there's too many to do it directly for every single one - but blues wind up in positions like the Senate past the time when we can still have children so we wind up paying it forward a few generations instead. I've got three kids and four grandkids to look out for and only one of those grandkids is shared with another senator so we've only got so much shared interest."
"I'm explaining all this because I think we can accomplish excellent things working together and I'm happy to accommodate whatever you need to do that but it's going to collapse if anybody who's not extremely loyal to this office finds out. Almost anyone would have an incentive to tell someone else. Cadra is probably thinking about telling her grandfather."
"No sir."
"She's thought about it but decided against," he says. "It's all right, Cadra."
"The blue ones are the most complicated - the Adaros, one of them has worked for me for a while. I'm authorized to give out some yellow permissions and have given her some. She had one of her daughters call me about you - a bit transparent, but she'll get what she wants, new grandkid in the spring. Yellows who want a lot of kids mostly do it through politics but they can also win programming or journalism or architecture awards or just work usefully at some job that has them available long enough, doing health and safety inspection or translation or personnel management or whatever. People who don't contribute anything don't get children unless they marry someone useful, that's the only rational way to do it when there isn't enough to go around."
"A lot of people would stop at five, and a lot of people who wouldn't stop at five would stop at eight, but that's because they get expensive to feed and you can get a lot of the same mileage out of grandchildren..." Cadra says. "...do aliens not like children very much? Or stop wanting them after you have them?"
"We have reds to do unclean work, and it concentrated a lot of uncleanliness there. I assume since you don't have castes it's - spread around somehow - it would be convenient if you felt like taking a shower just to be very sure but it's not likely that you're very polluted unless you've got a family history of undertaking..."
Alaior runs and gets her a book. It is about a lady who cannot have any children and goes on a quest to fix that with the help of talking animals and clouds and rock formations and trees. When she gets the magic object that will let her have children she goes home and marries the boy next door (both are purple) and has a baby, who is named after one of the talking clouds.
Alaior has a lot of books. A lot of them are about yellows, presumably to represent the household caste (architects, accountants, programmers, photographers, sometimes a yellow house spouse or child if the plot doesn't allow them to have a day job) but she also has grey knights and dancers, and green artists and scientists and musicians, and purple Miscellaneous Villagers and chefs and builders and drivers and farmers and workers and such, and orange doctors and teachers, and blue princesses and generally important people. Alaior favors fantasy but there are slice of life and nonfiction kids' books too (How Trains Go, Computers Are Yellow!, Farmers Around The World, Going To A Moon).
Tapa, a nation of well over a billion people, uses a credit auction system. While birth control of all forms and abortion are free every now and then someone decides to try to sneak a baby or can't pay off a credit they're buying in installments, whereupon Tapa kills the baby. Other countries just take the baby away and give it up for adoption, with more or less strict policing of attempts at visitation.
"Hello," she says. "My Oahkar is much better. I looked at the internet. I think I don't want to work exclusively with Calado, both because this country seems to have a reputation as a metaphorical writhing snakes' nest, and because there is apparently a war between the two largest nations on the planet that I would like to try to stop sooner rather than later. I would also like to make it worth your and the Adaros' while to have helped me. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Hi I'm a magic alien who can solve the food scarcity problems that led to you declaring war in the first place, I may be able to terraform and season planets in the future and countries I like get planets sooner, maybe we can find a diplomatic solution to this war war is terrible, hint hint."
"'Fix my accent' is faster than 'learn a whole new language'. And I'm not not-staying because of some internet rumors, I'm not staying because there's a war on. And because given a complex sociopolitical system I don't necessarily want to be a national asset for the first country I happened to encounter rather than being helpful wherever that happens to be needed."
"I think we should have rescheduled what with the war. I keep worrying about all the restaurant food and the ration system is so complicated."
"We had those tickets for a season. You're overthinking it."
"Still. Do you still want to go to the history museum?"
"Hm, let's see if they have reduced rates for afternoon entry."
They check their pocket everythings. It does. Off they go.
Where Odette and Illia go visible in front of them.
"Excuse us, we're magic aliens who landed in an Oahkar-speaking country and would like to help Tapa and Voa arrive at a more swift closure to this war than would otherwise have happened. And we don't know enough Tapap or Voan to figure out where to start."
"We landed on this planet by accident somewhere Oahkar-speaking and learned the language and investigated what problems this world has and we would like to help with your food shortage problem and ideally help the war end sooner and we can't immediately solve the density problem but we're working on it."
"I'm sure. What would be really convenient would be if we could clean them somehow--I understand that's generally considered to be impossible, but that's without magic. It's too soon to tell, anyway, we don't know much of anything about how hereditary pollution works."
"That may depend on how ongoing an assist you're willing to be. At normal yield we don't have the farmland to self-support and the entire global food economy has been thrown into a shambles over Voa's behavior, and we just have no way to credibly inform the populace that they'll be more responsible in the future. They haven't even arrested the perpetrator."
"- if you don't have castes you must have - I mean, I hope you have - invented some other way to prevent everyone from being dragged into total warfare, but ours is to have very strong rules against anyone other than a grey in a combat position. If a country's greys can't win a war, they can't conscript their purples and throw those at the enemy in case that works. When it's over with the greys it's over and the purples et al move on with their lives under new management. Ereith for bizarre historical reasons stopped having greys, won't import any, won't let some people become grey - the whole place has mostly grey ancestry, most of them are probably grey by any inheritance law other than Ereith's by now, it wouldn't be outrageous to let some of them act like it - and instead has the entire population supposedly grey in addition to their legal castes. Which, since they're isolationist, is usually fine, but they got invaded once."
So the arrangement was set up on the guarantee that at minimum the participating farmers would receive 150% the pre-crisis value of their farmland for the farmland, which is yea much, plus labor costs assessed thus for planting harvesting shipping etc., which the government would supply either out of food sales or the budget if something went wrong so the farmers bore no risk since they didn't want to ask around a lot and get bids; and the food they're selling is bringing in this much and there's taxes hither and yon and the government's taking in that revenue, and the government is probably planning to pay Odette something out of that?
Meanwhile Illia has not been idle, either, although it's certainly a more pleasant kind of not idle. She continues learning Tapap, of course, and interfaces with various people who need to be interfaced with, and plots, and reads the internet (particularly looking for reactions to the aliens) and sometimes walks around the city, sometimes as herself and sometimes illusioned as various castes of Amentan.
Well, no, but yellow and purple and orange and grey, for sure. She avoids blue on the grounds that it would not be inconspicuous and green on the grounds that she is from a preindustrial society with completely different art and suspects she would have more trouble passing for green than the other castes.
After a little while of this Illia ducks into an unobserved alcove, goes invisible, and sneaks close to the red.
"Excuse me," she says softly. "I'm an alien, we don't have a concept of pollution the way Amentans do, and it seems like things really suck for reds. We're trying to figure out how to help but without consulting any reds it seems hard to be sure of doing more good than harm."
Yeah.
Aliens--my species at least, there could be others--usually want kids, but we're not baby-focused the way Amentans are, so we haven't hit a level where we have to institute population controls yet. Like, I live in a flying city with only so much room that's a really desirable place to live, but we only have limits on immigration, we're not policing how many kids people have or banning immigration without swaps or anything like that.
Three. Idea one: Convince Orvaran theologians that magic can clean reds. Idea two: make treating reds decently a condition of planets. Idea three: administer the first planet ourselves instead of giving it to any one government, simultaneously teach clean Amentans the magic necessary to do without you, recolor all the reds' hair and sneak them in with the general population of the new planet.
That's fascinating! It has all kinds of implications. (Theologians deal with pollution but also seem to have opinions on relationships, being a good member of your caste, sleep schedules, childrearing, and other miscellany.) They're very curious.
The Tapai government blue who has been the sisters' liaison says quietly that they're going to have more trouble restraining the journalists after this.
"I understand," she murmurs back.
Aliens don't have castes! Some aliens, like her father or the leader of their city, she can sort into one caste or another by temperament fairly easily, but it doesn't seem to be strongly hereditary the way it is with Amentans and many, like her mother or ex-girlfriend, resist easy classification.
She has a college student's sleep schedule and should therefore maybe not comment there.
She finds pollution fairly concerning! Back home they can deal with all of that stuff with magic and the idea of an entire caste that's been rendered unclean by prolonged contact is horrifying. She suspects it could be solved with magic, most problems like that can, but she's not an expert on genetics and wouldn't have a good guess how.
Because while the reds' rioting over robots is of course unjustified the fact that they're universally convinced there'll be a genocide when people can do without 'em suggests that teaching people to dispose of these things safely without them before coming up with a solution to the problem of how to clean them would be a bad idea.
Okay, imagine Amenta had spaceships and encountered pre-spaceship aliens who had a section of the population with an extra biological function that was gross. Not excretory, not Unclean, just really gross. And they have this section of the population sequestered so they don't have to deal with it, which is reasonable, but they also emit pheremones which make the rest of the population more resistant to disease. If Amentans give them vaccines they'll slaughter this section of the population. Will they let this group of people die, on the grounds that aliens know best about aliens, or do they take measures to get them safe first, on the grounds that they can't be sure and would really rather not go down in history as enabling a genocide?
Well, then the interesting question is whether reds can spontaneously generate pollution through some means independent of the matter composing them, whether their metabolisms will work in the way clean people's are understood to work where polluting waste substances are not contagious within the body until such time as the body chooses to expel them, whether reds have picked up genuinely genetic uncleanliness...
They could just let her pick them up from their neighborhood if she has a sanitary magical way of doing that (here are the international standards). They could round them up into lined shipping containers and send them wherever she likes. They could herd them onto a boat but they'd want her to buy the boat.
Illia holds up her pocket everything.
"Hello," the text-to-speech program says in Orvaran. "We don't speak Orvaran. We've got magic translation--we're fantasy aliens, not sci-fi aliens--but it's one-way. We can understand you but have to rely on machine translation the other way around."
And Odette takes a minute to figure out the exact borders of the red district and exactly how far down she needs to take the ground and now everything within an irregularly-shaped bubble is invisible to anything outside it and the bubble detaches from the rest of the ground and starts flying north.
Can you just say "I'm bringing you stuff and you don't have to pay me for it and here is my email which you should send further orders to just like you would to your delivery purples but you can splurge since you don't have to pay for it seriously I don't give a shit" instead of trying to walk her through why you are doing that? Like, eventually she will get the picture but the only way you can convince them that you don't consider it reasonable to just leave them in the arctic to starve is by not doing that for an extended period.
Voans say: Under some interpretations of Voan law he did not do anything actually illegal. He was briefly retained in a professional capacity to undo what he did, which he won't tell anyone enough about to let someone else do it. Executing him would probably have gotten some of Tapa's friends to back off but Tapa clearly wanted Imde and being invaded by only Tapa would increase the risk of ugliness surrounding the change of population control system (Voa does two-per).
Good question.
Anyone who has an unauthorized kid gets sterilized, to be reversed not before I fix the planets thing. I'm pretty sure I can fix the planets thing soon enough I don't need to rip babies from their parents' arms, like, I understand why it's necessary but that doesn't mean I have the stomach for it.
All polities in the world are required to absolutely guarantee that they will stay under a certain population growth rate by any means necessary, allow no more new citizens than they have space for as defined thus, and regularly allow external census-taking to ensure that they are in compliance. They are to cooperate with other countries' efforts to expel and repatriate illegal immigrants and if found aiding or abetting anyone's attempt to leave their country and populate elsewhere will be found in violation and sanctioned or attacked. There is an international body of population control which is empowered to do various things and grant limited exceptions in extreme circumstances.
Yep everyone will panic.
I guess you could support us all and when someone goes "hey uh about planets" you could go "yeah we're kinda swamped with our reds but we were told people would rather not have the reds do their own magic..." but you run a risk of people going "we'll get rid of them for you" instead of "we can compromise on that for planets"?
So the three kinds of magic are Sympathy, Effort, and Conquest. Having a personality resistant to becoming more diplomatic/agreeable, stubborn, or bossy is important to being able to do a lot of magic without warping your brain.
Otet's really resistant to the first one.
There is a delay.
There is a small contingent interested in, like, gardening, but not full on crop dusting airplanes farming. No strong consensus. It's kind of hard to start from scratch in consumer goods because they have a lot of fancy factory equipment and reds know jack about that.
It's not that I don't want kids someday! But, like, the idea of wanting babies separate from wanting children...I want to see my kids grow up, there are great things about babies and there are great things about one-year-olds and two-year-olds and four-year-olds etcetera!
Yep. We're definitely not going to leave until there's at least one red with magic.
To be honest if we were seriously considering leaving there would be a strong temptation to find reds who could impersonate us, change their appearance and not, like, let the rest of Amenta know we were gone.
Slightly older two year old Peka with nearly-orange bangs fading to nearly-purple in the back through a sunset range. Slightly younger two year old Peka with ruby jewel toned hair. Three year old Peka with pinkish-white roots showing and crimson dye on one half and magenta on the other. Two year old Peka in maroon with rose highlights. One year old Peka in brilliant scarlet streaked with rust.
So saying aliens are fertile all the time is actually an oversimplification. Alien men are fertile all the time, their bodies just produce gametes and go on their merry way. Alien women, on the other hand, have to worry not only about producing genetic material but also a nice habitable environment for the baby to grow in, and for us this manifests in a monthly cycle of thickening the uterine lining, ovulating, eventually the egg dies and then eventually after that the stale uterine lining is shed so the body can grow a fresh one.
The process of shedding the lining is known variously as "monthly bleeding," "menstruation," "one's cycle," or "this fucking awful side-effect of corporeal biology" among others.
Maybe I can convince people that purples will riot if they try to just integrate the two castes and people should be able to test or audition or whatever into other castes and you can sing in front of a panel of judges who'll be so spellbound they'll hallucinate your hair is a dark pine green color.
They're at the north pole. It takes a lot more than beginner level to get away from the north pole, Odette and Illia have both been doing this for two Amentan years and Illia couldn't get from the north pole to roboticists trivially, Odette can do it because she's really really good at magic.
She said fine already.
...Clean Amentans can apply to learn magic with the caveat that she has the right to reject them if for any reason they are not convincing that they would be responsible magic-users and they are risking trying and failing anyway if it turns out Amentans can't. Applications are to be submitted online to this email address (not her personal one, she created a new one for the purpose.) Anyone from any nation or caste can apply; if she decides to teach someone from a country she is not in she will figure out how to make it happen and there are applications of magic for all castes, like healing would probably be orange and agricultural magic purple and genetic engineering green.
She comes up with an application form to fill out! It has some personality-quiz stuff as a first pass at guessing talent and resistance, and some "what would you do in the following distressing circumstances, with and without magic" questions, one of which involves an encounter with a red, and the final question asks the applicants to identify things about themselves that would make them an unusually good choice to learn magic.
"Uh, the personality effects seem like they'd bother people who have strong senses of identity or dispositions that they want to keep. I don't think anything I consider important is the things the personality effects sounded relevant to. If I balanced Sympathy and Effort it might not add up to no changes but I don't think it would change anything that matters to me."
"So the main concern I have is that there are things one just doesn't do with magic--not as in can't, as in must not. And in my culture these are nearly as ingrained as pollution avoidance is here, so you can teach just about anyone and it'll be fine. In order to be willing to teach you magic, I'm going to need to be convinced that you get it."
"The two big ones are killing non-mages with magic--killing another mage with magic is bad, but it's basically just normal murder, it's on an even level like killing a non-mage without magic would be, you must not kill a non-mage with magic. The other thing is that you must not do mental magic to anyone but yourself. Doing mental magic to yourself is risky but you're free to take the risk if you so choose."
"...So the thing is a mage can kill a non-mage trivially. With normal murder you have obstacles, like, you need to find a weapon, you need to overpower your victim or figure out how to get poison into their food or whatever. There are barriers to normal murder that don't exist for a mage killing a non-mage--mages have a level of inherent resistance to magic being done to them without their consent--so there have to be higher incentive barriers."
"Because it's all but impossible to tell with magic what mental magic was done. Suppose you go to a mage and ask them to remove your phobia of spiders, and they do but also rearrange your mind so you tip generously and also find their niece who they've been trying to set up intensely attractive, mages can't tell the difference between that and 'the mage did only what was asked for, and the client independently decided to tip generously and go out with the niece.'"
"You're welcome."
And then she and Odette leave.
They go back to Tapa.
So I ended up agreeing to teach some clean Amentans magic conditional on them convincing me they weren't interested in using it to make reds' lives uh, obsolete, do you want me to come over very discreetly and see if I can teach you now? she asks Peka.
"Lots of people don't before they try it. So the thing is that each one needs a different frame of mind to use--Sympathy works by persuading the world to be the way you want, Effort works by pushing the world to be the way you want, and Conquest works by commanding the world to be the way you want."
"If you wanted to focus on it rather than just sort of having it as an option things would get more in-depth--we have less technology than Amenta, but thanks to magic we know more science things than Amenta did at a comparable tech level; I have about three quarters of a biology education that an Amentan university wouldn't be ashamed to provide."
They go through a few more interviews of various country and caste; an orange from Anitam and a purple from Tapa. A purple from Rivik and a grey from Evalee are rejected.
The next interviewee is a green from Voa. They're meeting at her dorm room; she's a university student, apparently.
"--Okay. So, uh, if this looks like a collective insanity we should really get over, it's not, saying pollution isn't real because there's no mass difference between a polluted and a nonpolluted object is kind of like saying love isn't real because the brain is just chemicals, it's a real thing people feel and it's not going to go away any more than a group of emotionless aliens who wished people would get over the collective insanity of love are gonna get their wish."
"As far as we can tell I am you--my name's Ada and I have a twin sister named Amila who looks exactly like Illia and a geneticist parent and a general sense of social malcontent. Which is, alas, harder to leverage than it need be because everyone expects frivolous social malcontentment from silly green university students and correspondingly takes it less seriously."
It means she looks like this-- she sends a picture --and sounds exactly like Otet barring accent and stuff, and has a twin sister who looks and sounds just like me, and their personalities are weirdly similar and they have a parent who's a geneticist and it's super weird.
We basically don't have a thing like that. We have a thing where same-sex couples of opposite genders will cohabit to go in together on baby-making and child-raising, but reproductive drive and sex drive are mostly decoupled, aliens do not get straighter when they want babies.
Yeah.
Slight pause.
Otet wants to show Ada the adorable baby pictures of Katin that don't have you in them on the grounds that Katin is profoundly adorable, and babies are mostly not visually distinct enough that this is likely to result in trouble for you even if Ada was an asshole, is that okay?
She was not immediately available. We're going to go see her but not until she is done with her current Art Thing, she's a sculptor.
They're having fun with it, yeah.
Okay, she picked the one with the flopped arm and her butt in the air and the one with the mashed apricots and the one where she's saying meh.
So alien religions mostly revolve around these things called "gods," which are powerful entities that may or may not care how you conduct your life and may or may not offer an afterlife for good behavior. There's no contemporary proof either way on whether or not they actually exist but a lot of religions claim there used to be.
Some people think gods aren't real and we just made them up to get answers to things like "how did the world happen" back when we didn't have enough magic to give us answers that didn't involve people with superpowers making it on purpose. I dunno if that's true or not, the neat thing about my religion is that the sun definitely exists whether it's a god or not, if gods aren't real you can go "oh, okay" and continue appreciating the fact that we have sunshine and plants and stuff.
Empirically pretty much yeah. We haven't been doing like a ton of religious stuff here or anything, a lot of it involves getting together with other people and there are not other people of our religion here and also we have been busy, but, like, religious stuff we haven't been doing includes having some kind of existential crisis over the fact that this isn't our sun, so.
It's not great but we couldn't really go back anyway until the reds thing was fixed. I mean I guess if we could definitely go back and forth we could do that and keep it a secret but, like, I really don't think contact between our worlds is a good thing before the reds thing is fixed.
Yeah but I feel like if Amenta found out our entire planet is hyposensitive it would get about a bajillion times harder to convince them of just about anything that touched on pollution, and also like if Otet can do it short of being a Great Mage then the other Great Mages definitely can and they might ferry people across who would be less careful about not giving Amenta magic that would make reds redundant while that would still get you all killed. Like, not even necessarily because they realize that would happen, although there are probably people who suck enough to let it happen, but because it doesn't occur to them that it would happen or they assume they're being careful enough but they aren't or or or. It's not a guaranteed disaster but it's way too risky.
Sometimes it really seems like it! Not just Katin either, I barely remember Apef being a baby but when Shahn was he was the same. He'd start freaking out and we'd try everything and finally somebody would remember to try swaddling him and putting on white noise and he'd pass out, and if he were not a baby anybody could have told him that the screaming was keeping him awake and not helpful at all.
I think with hair the risks are more that you might damage the follicles? I dunno specifically.
Ada's cooing over the pictures of Katin you said Otet could show her and--I mean, Otet's extremely herself, if Ada's like her then I'd expect her to be better about it than most clean Amentans but she's not even flinching or anything, I think that's slightly weirder than I'd expect? I dunno.
True.
The thing about Otet is that she's good at--not picking up ambient stupid? But pollution instinct is a real thing. So, like--I wouldn't be surprised if an Amentan Otet decided to, I dunno, tackle a cop who was beating up a red for "lunging" but if this involved touching the red I would sorta also expect her to freak out and dash for the shower after the red had gotten away? And, like, also I'm aware that I'm biased because Otet's my sister and I love her.
"Okay, so, like, I am not surprised that an alt of my sister-and-by-extension-me would have noticed that it is wrong to murder people even if you think they're gross, but given how serious an issue pollution seems to be here I'm surprised there hasn't been any flinching."
Nod. Deep breath.
"So when Dad was young his mom witnessed a corrupt blue doing something criminal--like 'serious problem' criminal, not just like 'blues get to bend the law sometimes because they are blue' criminal. So, uh, he had her killed, and Granddad and Aunt Ruta along with her, and Dad barely escaped, and he sorta ended up hiding with this internet friend who turned out to be red because who would ever look in the red district."
"Eventually Dad managed to enlist Mom's help and together the three of them--Mom, Dad and Agde--managed to hatch a plan that got him caught and Dad doesn't tell people where he was hiding during that time but that's where. I'm not--we're not crazy pollution-doesn't-real greens, but, like, we grew up talking to Agde on the internet, we never visited her in person until we were old enough that Mom and Dad weren't going to get arrested for child abuse or negligence or what have you if we got caught sneaking in, and being in there wasn't fun but it was important, okay, reds are--the hardware isn't clean but the software is the same--"
"Our mom--our parents' genders seem to have been swapped it's weird--she never had any siblings, our species wants babies less, but her parents got murdered by this asshole who wanted to force her to learn magic and use it for his purposes because doing magic has unpleasant side effects and he figured he would get less of 'em using magic to keep a passel of 'apprentices' in line than doing his own fucking magic, anyway she and Dad managed to bring him down eventually but--were you named after your dead grandmother too--"