Miri almost forgot her mission. "Dr. Xiang, you're so wrong about wearables. I mean, hasn't Ms. Chumlig talked about that? Some analysis packages don't have traction if you run them with static video."
Newbie Xiang gave a reluctant nod. "She showed me BLAST9. But that just seems to be molecular design dressed up in game toy nonsense."
"But you've only run them on your view-page!" The younger witch hunched down. "I have so much to learn, Miri. I'm working through the simpler things, what I can run on the view-page." Lena watched the other woman for a second and then she seemed to wilt back into her wheelchair. She looked down at her granddaughter. "Poor Miri. You don't understand. You live in a time that thinks it can ignore the human condition." She cocked her head. "You never read Secrets of the Ages , did you?"
"Of course I've read it!"
"I'm sorry, Miri, I'm sure you have. After all, it's my beloathed ex-husband's most famous achievement. And I'll give him this; those poems are a work of genius. Their 'implacable weight' is all his hurtfulness turned to support great truths. But you can't see that, can you, Miri? You are surrounded by medical promises and halfway cures. It distracts you from the bedrock of reality." She paused and her head bobbed. It was almost like her old palsy, but maybe this was simply indecision, wondering whether to say more. "Miri, the truth is, if we are careful and lucky we live to be old, and weak, and very very tired. There comes an end to striving."
"No! You'll get better, Lena. You've just had bad luck. It's just a matter of time."
There was a whisper of a witchly cackle, and Miri remembered that "It's just a matter of time" was the mantra of Robert's poem cycle.
For a moment, grandmother and granddaughter glared certainty at each other. Then Lena said, "And this is about where I figured our chat would come. I'm sorry, Miri."
Miri bowed her head. But I just want to help ! Strange. That had been the Orozco kid's whine. To Miri. Okay, maybe he wasn't a complete jerk. And maybe he could help. But there was something else he'd said, and right now it was much more important… Yes! Suddenly Miri saw how she could turn defeat into victory. She looked up into her grandmother's face and smiled innocently. "Did you know, Lena… that You-Know-Who is learning to wear?"
14
The Mysterious Stranger
Even after three weeks, Robert and Juan still did most of their studying in person, right after classes let out. They would walk out to the bleachers and one ignoramus would endeavor to teach the other.
Occasionally Fred and Jerry Radner would tag along, unofficial third and fourth ignoramuses. The twins had teamed with each other in Chumlig's composition class, but they seemed to take innocent pleasure in following Robert's progress, offering advice that was more colorful than Juan's, but rarely as useful.
Then there was the fifth ignoramus. Xiu Xiang had chickened out of Creative Composition, but she was still taking her other courses at Fairmont. And like Robert, she was learning to wear; nowadays she wore a frilly, beaded blouse — another kind of Epiphany beginner's outfit. She was there the afternoon when Robert and Juan ran into the Chileans. This was out on the track that circled the athletics field. No one else seemed to be around; the varsity teams wouldn't be here for a while yet.
Miri — > Juan: <sm>Hey! Wake up, Orozco. Flag down <enum/>. </sm>
Juan — > Miri: <sm>Sorry, I didn't see them.</sm>
Miri — > Juan: <sm>You missed them yesterday, too. Flag them before they shift to the Radners. I told you these guys would make good practice.</sm>
Juan — > Miri: <sm>Okay, okay!</sm>
"Hey," Juan said abruptly, "Dr. Gu, Xiu. Look!" He shipped an enum capability to Robert's Epiphany. It was just like the targets they'd been working with the last few days. The kid claimed that if you practiced, this kind of interaction was as natural as looking at where another person was pointing. It wasn't that easy for Robert Gu. He stopped and squinted at the icon. By default that should force access. Nothing. He tapped on his phantom keypad. He noticed Xiang, a few feet away, doing the same.
… And then suddenly there were a half-dozen students in evidence, all jabbering in Spanish.
Miri — > Juan, Lena, Xiu: <sm>Okay, I think Robert sees them.</sm>
Lena — > Juan, Miri, Xiu: <sm>I see them! Can you, Xiu?</sm>
Xiu — > Juan, Lena, Miri: <sm>no yet i must — </sm>
Miri — > Juan, Lena, Xiu: <sm>Don't try to message back, Dr. Xiang. You're not fast enough yet; Robert will get suspicious. Just talk out loud, as if to him and Juan.</sm>
Xiang was silent for a moment, her fingers still tapping. She was even worse at wearing than he was. But then she said, "Yes, I do see them!" She glanced at Juan Orozco. "Who are they?"
"Friends of Fred and Jerry, from way south. Chile."
Miri — > Juan: <sm>Tell them to play synch monster.</sm>
Juan — > Miri: <sm>Okay.</sm>
Juan rattled Spanish at the visitors, almost too fast for Robert to understand. Something about helping beginners with a monster.
The others' Spanish was even less intelligible. But maybe that didn't matter. The visitors stepped back, and the space was filled with a shambling purple something .
Xiang laughed. "I see that too. But the creature… it's not even pretending to be real."
Robert leaned close to the lopsided vision. "It's pretending to be a stuffed animal," with crudely stitched seams and tufts of stuffing peeking from between the joints. But the vision was almost seven feet tall, and when Robert approached, it shambled back from him.
Robert laughed, "I've read about these things."
Lena — > Juan, Miri, Xiu: <sm>I looked it up, Xiu. You move, it moves. But each of you can only control a part of it.</sm>
"Oh." Xiu Xiang stepped forward, blocking the creature's retreat. Its rear legs stopped but the front kept pushing, and it almost tipped over.
Miri — > Juan: <sm>Say the goal is to make it do a graceful dance.</sm>
Juan said, "The goal is we all cooperate to make it move. Dance around it, Xiu."
She did. Music followed her motion. The creature's rear legs reengaged, and its butt end seemed to track her march. The children from Chile thought that was hilarious.
When Robert cocked his wrist and wiggled a beat, the music came up.
Juan began clapping, and the beast's shoulders twitched to the music. The children from the Far South watched silently for a moment. They looked as solid as the real Juan and Xiu Xiang, but they were no more expert than most San Diego users. Their shadows went the wrong way, and their feet had only a casual acquaintance with the surface of the lawn. But after an instant, the Chileans seemed to hear the music and began clapping too. And now the critter's tail — their domain in this game? — began pumping up and down.
Robert expanded on his gestures, grabbing control of the creature's floppy claws. For a moment, the monster danced in synch with the music, each gesture consistent. But the network delay was about half a second, and worse, it varied randomly from a tiny fraction of a second to well over a second. The dance got wilder as errors were corrected and overcorrected, until the tail was whacking at the heel claws. The creature rotated onto its back and its legs flailed in random directions.
Lena — > Juan, Miri, Xiu: <sm>That was fun!</sm>
"Damn!" said Robert.
But everybody was laughing, and not at any particular victim. One by one, the faraway children disappeared, till only the real people were left, Robert and Juan and Xiu Xiang.
"We could have done better, Juan!"
Lena — > Xiu: <sm>See? He's always complaining. Give him another minute and he'll be making sly claims that you are to blame for everything that went wrong. </sm>