First Entrance

[just_a_chemical]

[previously: Morning in Rapture. Contents include little girls brainwashed to drain fluids from corpses, as well as some who aren't quite dead yet; also dysfunctional family relationships, also injectables.]

Here come two more life forms, Enterprise. One you can't see: it's internal. Girls have their secrets. Don't you pay it any mind.

The one you can see is a lanky teenager, almost six feet tall, barefoot, wearing what looks like a 1940s nightgown (her little white sacrificial-victim dress), and carrying a book and a foil-wrapped pep bar.

This obviously wasn't where she expected to end up. She'd been headed into her room, where the quarantine door would lock behind her and she'd lie there pretending to read until the sickness subsided. Process all these new memories in peace, but this--

Either it's a very bad reaction to her latest treatment, or she's suffering a relapse in her mental conditioning, or... or she's suddenly in another place.

She's not sure which option is worse.

Comments

[shut_up_dammit]

"Well, regardless, seems like this doesn't look like it'll be much of a problem for you. Though I wouldn't get in a habit of taking things apart here. Damn ship might need it." He didn't want to lose anything important because she nosed around in the wrong place.

[just_a_chemical]

"At home, I know what's essential and what isn't," she says. "Trigger an alarm, summon security robots, disable them and use them for parts--there's always more of them, so an individual one doesn't matter much. But I wouldn't take apart the climate controls, electrical system or ventilation; we need those. Here, I wouldn't know what's important and what isn't."

And she doesn't want to be responsible for breaking the ship.

[shut_up_dammit]

"Well, if we end up here too awful long, there might be some engineering personnel that might enlighten you on what is and isn't essential. I can't help you with that, unless we end up nosing around the sickbay. But even then, there might be some things I don't know."

Over one-hundred years in the future. He had to keep that in mind.

[just_a_chemical]

"I like to learn things," she says. "Not abstract things like economics, but things I can picture, things I can touch. I'm not very particular as to what."

You never know what might come in handy, after all. And she's got the basics in enough disciplines that she's a quick learner.

Really, she just doesn't want to have to read the book her mother had given her, that she's still carrying.

[shut_up_dammit]

"Well if I end up working in the sickbay you can come by and learn about things in there when it's not busy. I'd have to check with the CMO on ship, but I don't think learning is a bad thing."

For her, anyway. She didn't seem like she was a danger to anyone else.