Aegis twirls her way back to the terminal displaying her book. Presently she loses interest in it and she picks up a project she's been poking at to little effect: trying to decipher the contents of her save file from the fantasy game. She last played it a few years ago, but it's a fond memory, and she'd like to know which bits of code are her birds, which her castle, which the colored clouds that wafted across the sky. If she had root access to the underlying meanings of all the characters in this save file she could cheat at empire-building. So far she's not getting anywhere; it's some arcane programming language and she hasn't been able to learn anything from resources available on the nets.
In the eight days it takes to fly to Command School, which turns out to be inside the asteroid Eros, she puts down the code-deciphering project again, picks up and finishes the one book and six of its successors, and teaches herself to actually dance: there's nowhere to fly here, but she can play at a makeshift imitation of ballet, in the corridor between bunks and control room.
Bird, hey bird, have you been officially told we're coming? Could you meet us at the dock?
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Date: 2013-03-01 02:36 am (UTC)Aegis twirls her way back to the terminal displaying her book. Presently she loses interest in it and she picks up a project she's been poking at to little effect: trying to decipher the contents of her save file from the fantasy game. She last played it a few years ago, but it's a fond memory, and she'd like to know which bits of code are her birds, which her castle, which the colored clouds that wafted across the sky. If she had root access to the underlying meanings of all the characters in this save file she could cheat at empire-building. So far she's not getting anywhere; it's some arcane programming language and she hasn't been able to learn anything from resources available on the nets.
In the eight days it takes to fly to Command School, which turns out to be inside the asteroid Eros, she puts down the code-deciphering project again, picks up and finishes the one book and six of its successors, and teaches herself to actually dance: there's nowhere to fly here, but she can play at a makeshift imitation of ballet, in the corridor between bunks and control room.
Bird, hey bird, have you been officially told we're coming? Could you meet us at the dock?