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lux_marikoStory: Re-creation
Year: 2989
Word Count: 354
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Michaela, Simon Gilboa
Warnings: Mind Rape
Michaela has often marveled at the fact that, for all their comparative brilliance, humans are so incredibly skilled at self-delusion.
He, for example, as he had so many times before, had thought he could hide. Never mind that Michaela always found him, no matter where he went--he was Michaela's responsibility, after all. And even if he hadn't been, he was always watched. Losing track of him would be...extremely unfortunate.
But he had still tried, and been found, of course, and now all Michaela had to do was determine the best way to put him back in play.
He would need to be wiped again, of course. Michaela did that every few decades anyway, for compassion's sake, but to properly insert him in the girl's life, an extra one would be necessary. A complete wipe, to be most effective--leaving, of course, the basic skills a human of his age would require to function. Sometimes those got scrambled after a wipe, particularly language and numbers, which had been special skills of his.
Yes, a total wipe. Michaela was certain that curiosity, if not empathy, would direct the girl to focus on him. At least for the time being.
A name. He would need one. His real name was too uncommon in this day and age, and it might alarm the girl. Gabriel had already been careless; Michaela didn't want her having too much information. Dangerous, for all involved.
Michaela considered Joshua--that might finally get through to him, after all--but discarded it. It would more likely be an unnecessary cruelty. Simon, then. Michaela disliked falling back on that one so often, but it was a suitable one and resulted in only minimal dissonance when the wipe was, inevitably, reversed.
Michaela touched his forehead and breathed through him, sweeping aside the necessary facts and locking them behind the necessary doors. He was left only a name, and the shell of his personality that remained without his defining memories.
But it would take intervention from someone like him to save that poor girl, and Michaela was, if nothing else, in the business of salvation.
Year: 2989
Word Count: 354
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Michaela, Simon Gilboa
Warnings: Mind Rape
Michaela has often marveled at the fact that, for all their comparative brilliance, humans are so incredibly skilled at self-delusion.
He, for example, as he had so many times before, had thought he could hide. Never mind that Michaela always found him, no matter where he went--he was Michaela's responsibility, after all. And even if he hadn't been, he was always watched. Losing track of him would be...extremely unfortunate.
But he had still tried, and been found, of course, and now all Michaela had to do was determine the best way to put him back in play.
He would need to be wiped again, of course. Michaela did that every few decades anyway, for compassion's sake, but to properly insert him in the girl's life, an extra one would be necessary. A complete wipe, to be most effective--leaving, of course, the basic skills a human of his age would require to function. Sometimes those got scrambled after a wipe, particularly language and numbers, which had been special skills of his.
Yes, a total wipe. Michaela was certain that curiosity, if not empathy, would direct the girl to focus on him. At least for the time being.
A name. He would need one. His real name was too uncommon in this day and age, and it might alarm the girl. Gabriel had already been careless; Michaela didn't want her having too much information. Dangerous, for all involved.
Michaela considered Joshua--that might finally get through to him, after all--but discarded it. It would more likely be an unnecessary cruelty. Simon, then. Michaela disliked falling back on that one so often, but it was a suitable one and resulted in only minimal dissonance when the wipe was, inevitably, reversed.
Michaela touched his forehead and breathed through him, sweeping aside the necessary facts and locking them behind the necessary doors. He was left only a name, and the shell of his personality that remained without his defining memories.
But it would take intervention from someone like him to save that poor girl, and Michaela was, if nothing else, in the business of salvation.
