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He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -
She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.
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imeanforever
thisvorlunatic
"You might not need anything, but you might like some things," he says. "I'd have to find a way to censor out all the names, but mortals have produced vast amounts of media, I could send you home with enough music and literature and holovids to keep you entertained for the next several thousand years even if you find you hate ninety percent of it. As the first example I can think of off the top of my head. I'm sure there's more."
thisvorlunatic
...
Silver grins.
"That," he says, pointing at the desk where he was playing the game, "is a comconsole. I deduce that you don't have any in Fairyland. Just a second."
He clears the game away and pulls up a menu, which he rapidly navigates to find a holographic pie chart.
"So, I'm using about one percent of its information storage capacity and I have about," he squints at the display, "two hundred and fifty hours of music, two hundred hours of vids, and a hundred and fifty million books. And most of the physical size of the object is not data storage, it's cipher circuits and projection equipment. I don't know offhand how much physical space it would take to store the collected historical media output of the entire galaxy, but I'd be surprised if it overflowed this house."
Silver grins.
"That," he says, pointing at the desk where he was playing the game, "is a comconsole. I deduce that you don't have any in Fairyland. Just a second."
He clears the game away and pulls up a menu, which he rapidly navigates to find a holographic pie chart.
"So, I'm using about one percent of its information storage capacity and I have about," he squints at the display, "two hundred and fifty hours of music, two hundred hours of vids, and a hundred and fifty million books. And most of the physical size of the object is not data storage, it's cipher circuits and projection equipment. I don't know offhand how much physical space it would take to store the collected historical media output of the entire galaxy, but I'd be surprised if it overflowed this house."
thisvorlunatic
"...I think I will answer that question with pretty pictures," he says. "First—" A holographic model of a solar system appears. "Do I need to explain planets?"
thisvorlunatic
"Right. So that's a solar system. It contains a sun and some planets. There's usually just one inhabited planet per inhabited system - sometimes two, I don't know if I've ever heard of three - and there's only on the order of two hundred inhabited systems in total, but," he calls up a second holographic model, "that is a galaxy, and every tiny sparkle in the fog of tiny sparkles is an individual sun."
There are a lot of tiny sparkles. He enlarges the display until it fills the vid plate's entire active area, and there are still some places where the tiny lights cluster into an undifferentiated glowing mass.
There are a lot of tiny sparkles. He enlarges the display until it fills the vid plate's entire active area, and there are still some places where the tiny lights cluster into an undifferentiated glowing mass.
imeanforever
Promise looks at the galaxy. "That's a lot of planets," she says. "Why is it organized like that?"
thisvorlunatic
"Gravity?" he hazards. "I'm not a physicist. I can probably find you anywhere between an article and a few dozen books on the subject, depending on the exact depth of your curiosity."
imeanforever
"Fairyland isn't like that," she says. "It's just flat. With mountains and caves and things, but basically flat."
thisvorlunatic
"Well, the mortal world is... sparkly," he says, smiling. "...Also, we have some difficulty transporting mortals between these various locations, and depending on how exactly your gates work, if you could create or teach someone to create a stable network of instantaneous interstellar transportation I don't think it's possible to overstate how rich you could get. Sending you home with the entire collected works of humanity, or at least as much of it as I can reach from my living room, would be cheap. What you could get for a gate network... I struggle to even describe it. You could buy your own planet. You could pay hundreds of people exorbitant salaries to comb the galaxy looking for the nicest previously unclaimed planet available and then declare it yours and settle down there with your library of all human knowledge."
imeanforever
"That might be nice. And I shouldn't necessarily go back to my tree very soon anyway. In case someone's looking for me. It'd be the obvious place I'd go."
thisvorlunatic
"When you say 'your tree'..." he says, trying to think of a way to formulate the question.
imeanforever
"The kind of fairy I am starts inside of a tree. I lived there, before. I'd only be going to take a cutting to plant a new one, but that could be long enough even if I went with my eardrums burst."
thisvorlunatic
"...Long enough for someone to - recapture you? What's - I mean - depending on the exact nature of the danger involved, that may be a problem that I and/or an arbitrarily large pile of money could help solve."
imeanforever
"My old master collects sorcerers and most of them are better than me and the tree's my turf, which matters, but I haven't been there in such a long time and I don't remember all the things I'd need to know to press the advantage. If my ears were broken someone would just have to heal me, that's all, and get out an order before I could puncture them again."
thisvorlunatic
"What if you were, for example, wearing something that blocked your hearing without damaging you...?"
imeanforever
"They'd just have to wreck it. Maybe it'd be safe to open a tiny gate, just big enough for my hand and a branch..."
thisvorlunatic
"I would be happy to offer you any reasonable assistance in getting a cutting of your tree, if it's that important to you," he says. "And varying levels of extravagant assistance are potentially on offer if you decide to do things like teach me sorcery or sell gates. Although the logistics of selling gates could get... a bit complicated."
thisvorlunatic
"...I need to spend a minute thinking this through, actually," he says, and sits down at the desk.
imeanforever
Promise makes more harmonic maps of other locations, meanwhile, confirming that they are Yep, Super Flat.
thisvorlunatic
It takes him a few minutes, and it goes like this:
If there's a magical immortal fairy from another world in his living room with the ability to command anyone whose name she knows, he has to tell Illyan. The security implications are staggering. It only takes one syllable. 'Vor' is a syllable. She could conquer the planet. She probably couldn't keep the planet, but she could conquer it.
Illyan is going to think of this situation in terms of threat (huge) and advantage (also huge). He doesn't normally make policy decisions solo, but on something like this... he might end up giving Miles an order which Miles would have to desert the Imperial Service over.
And just why would you desert the Imperial Service over this, Silver?
...Because she is his vassal. Actually, if she hadn't used that word it probably would have taken him a lot longer to figure out why he feels this sense of responsibility toward her. She didn't sign up to be a Barrayaran resource. She was in a bad situation and she did what she had to to get out of it, and now here he is with his very own irrevocably magically commanded fairy and his Barrayaran soul looks at this and says, I pledge you the protection of a liege lord.
If she becomes the richest person in the galaxy by selling impossible dimensional doors, Illyan's going to notice, and if Miles has been orchestrating it under his nose, Miles will be in the deepest of shit.
She's going to need an intermediary if she wants to deal with the number of humans she'd have to interact with to sell a gate network, because even if she doesn't have ethical qualms about learning a million names, Miles does, and ethical qualms aside, if the wrong person gets an inkling that they are under her irrevocable magical command they could end up putting her immortality to the test. Among other potential unpleasant reactions.
If he went to Gregor rather than Illyan... well, Gregor would like to buy an impossible dimensional door or two, Miles is sure. And Gregor would not like to put Miles in a position of conflicted loyalties. Gregor of all people should understand. Illyan might complain, but Gregor can shut him up.
Okay. So he has to figure out some way to explain all this to her, and then he can ask her how she would like to proceed.
(Except - to what degree should he even be trusting her? This is all so far outside his experience... his gut says she's not trying to fool him, the explanations she's been giving have all fit the observable facts, but should he be trying to verify? How? He's not sure there can exist a way to verify the orders thing that is simultaneously ethical and effective.)
Well, for now he hasn't really done anything that would be nonstrategic if this were all an elaborate hoax. But he should think of a better verification for at least the sorcery part if he's going to go to Gregor over this.
He breaks out of his thoughts and looks around for Promise.
If there's a magical immortal fairy from another world in his living room with the ability to command anyone whose name she knows, he has to tell Illyan. The security implications are staggering. It only takes one syllable. 'Vor' is a syllable. She could conquer the planet. She probably couldn't keep the planet, but she could conquer it.
Illyan is going to think of this situation in terms of threat (huge) and advantage (also huge). He doesn't normally make policy decisions solo, but on something like this... he might end up giving Miles an order which Miles would have to desert the Imperial Service over.
And just why would you desert the Imperial Service over this, Silver?
...Because she is his vassal. Actually, if she hadn't used that word it probably would have taken him a lot longer to figure out why he feels this sense of responsibility toward her. She didn't sign up to be a Barrayaran resource. She was in a bad situation and she did what she had to to get out of it, and now here he is with his very own irrevocably magically commanded fairy and his Barrayaran soul looks at this and says, I pledge you the protection of a liege lord.
If she becomes the richest person in the galaxy by selling impossible dimensional doors, Illyan's going to notice, and if Miles has been orchestrating it under his nose, Miles will be in the deepest of shit.
She's going to need an intermediary if she wants to deal with the number of humans she'd have to interact with to sell a gate network, because even if she doesn't have ethical qualms about learning a million names, Miles does, and ethical qualms aside, if the wrong person gets an inkling that they are under her irrevocable magical command they could end up putting her immortality to the test. Among other potential unpleasant reactions.
If he went to Gregor rather than Illyan... well, Gregor would like to buy an impossible dimensional door or two, Miles is sure. And Gregor would not like to put Miles in a position of conflicted loyalties. Gregor of all people should understand. Illyan might complain, but Gregor can shut him up.
Okay. So he has to figure out some way to explain all this to her, and then he can ask her how she would like to proceed.
(Except - to what degree should he even be trusting her? This is all so far outside his experience... his gut says she's not trying to fool him, the explanations she's been giving have all fit the observable facts, but should he be trying to verify? How? He's not sure there can exist a way to verify the orders thing that is simultaneously ethical and effective.)
Well, for now he hasn't really done anything that would be nonstrategic if this were all an elaborate hoax. But he should think of a better verification for at least the sorcery part if he's going to go to Gregor over this.
He breaks out of his thoughts and looks around for Promise.