REDWINE at DINNER
For Dinner: hot dogs and onion rings, cola to drink,
chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup.
Mood: Incredibly unprepared and rushed.
Written in the Year of our Lord 3580, March 1st,
Location: my apartment, St. VS-8000 Seminary, Havlinn.
First thing I did this morning after my shower was summon my
"angel"....mine looks like pictures of Sir Thomas More, and of course,
I call him Tom.
"Tom, I'll be leaving for
"I would advise..."
"I would advise the same, but the Cardinal himself ordered it."
Tom nodded. "The name of the starship will be Earth's Memory.
I want you to get the times, make sure everything in my apartment is
turned off as far as utilities, data feeds, etc. I want a list of what
I need prepared, given the conditions on Loki, and anything I don't have
ordered from any necessary stores. Any recent travels to Loki, by
any authors worth reading, I want the books ordered. I want you to
leave messages with my family, friends, etc. that I will be gone on Tuesday,
and the stay is indefinite, but that I'm acting under the Cardinal's orders.
Do not disclose the destination."
Tom nodded. "Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of. If anything else occurs to you, please
let me know. I'll miss you, Tom."
"The feeling;s mutual."
Then he winked out. Other centuries called them "agents"
but "angels" is closer....as in guardian angels. Tom will rifle through
every database he can search for information that will help me, will make
sure my utilities are turned off in time, freeze any ongoing projects,
delve into every place in cyberspace that can help me.
I was going to feel awfully naked without him. Tom has
been with me for a long time.
I went to see Father Denson, to tell him I would be leaving.
He was an old man, but incredibly kind and incredibly smart. "So you finally
got tapped by the Cardinal."
"Yeah. First time I ever met him face to face. If
you can call it that. White hood, white crystalline mask. It's spooky.
"I don't pretend to explain the Adrianites. We respect
them, as we respect the Jesuits and other movements, but I think their
determination to let go of their individual identity is a little silly.
But Cardinal Crystalsong...excuse me, De Cajal, I don't want to be accused
of lese majeste...is an extremely intelligent and an ambitious man.
I would not cross him unless I could possibly help it. I can tell though,
the way you're reacting, that you don't want to go....wherever it is."
"No. No, I don't. But I can't dispute that I'm one of
the best ones for...what he has picked."
"Is it dangerous?"
"I think so."
"I'll pray for you."
"Thanks. I'll need it."
I had messages from some of my friends, especially S'yaaha'sli
who wanted to meet me for lunch tomorrow. Messages from my parents and
brother. But I had been running around all day...some things cannot be
handled by cybernetic "angels". I fixed a quick dinner, because I
was in no mood to savor the food.
Saturday...Sunday...Monday...then I leave all I know behind.
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