"Everything passes away — suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will still remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes towards the stars?" —Mikhail Bulgakov

Friday, October 29, 2010

Character Building: Layme Tessa Ray


She is smart. She's smart and she has always known it. School comes easily to her. She slips by with average grades and extraordinary intellect.


She rarely sleeps. Computer programming and image manipulation are her hobbies. She has some hacks and programs that she's gotten her hands on, and she has built on them. She does things like flipping all the brightboards backwards, confounding her teachers and giving her just a little extra time to finish an assignment while they're distracted.


She is not the only proggie, and she is not the best one, but she is the smartest.


Before she tests out into the Dorms, her programs are simple and usually isolated. They aren't System based at all, only simple codes of letters and numbers interacting on one personal drive. She creates little animals: a brilliant red phoenix for herself; a graceful wild feline for her cousin Tessa, a high-class fashionista pop-culture queen who tours the world with her parents, who are Government diplomats—high profile PR people. Layme is satisfied to keep her hobbies small.


She has taken the National Standardized Placement and Assessment Exam only a month ago, better known as NatStan or Standards, and her results have come back. She has been reassigned to live in a youth-only Dorm, on the prestigious University campus where she has lived all her life. Her parents are professors, and University housing is one of the perks. The letter is very specific: the accommodations are not a prison, and her activities will not be interfered with if possible, but the reassignment is mandatory. She will attend the elite Dormitory Education Building for lessons, and she will room and board with other “high-achieving youth.”


She has, as they say, “tested out,” and she is slightly shocked. She has taken the Standards before; they are given at five, ten, sixteen, and twenty one years of age, but according to rumor, if you haven't tested out at ten, you won't test out at all. Evidently this isn't true.


And so she is preparing to move. She will leave everything but her conscreens, her techrings, and her back-up drive here; no great loss. It's not like she can't just requisition whatever she needs. As for moving away from her parents, she rarely sees them anyway. Her independent streak combined with the fact that they both taught in different departments and lived on different parts of campus meant she doesn't see them much anyway.


And so she walks out of the room she has known since childhood with barely a thought.


After all, the relocation is a Gov mandate. Why would the Government move her if it wasn't beneficial to her?


They never would. It would be a waste of their time, of course.


Duh.

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