Part Three:
Homecoming
We were greeted by a cheering crowd of several hundred Prometheus employees when we landed. It was mostly friends and family and co-workers, but the Director and a number of the Prometheus higher ups were there as well as a sizable media presence. No one had warned us about this, so none of us were dressed up, but no one in the crowd seemed to care. They were happy to see us and we were happy to be home.
There was a joyous confusion as people were reunited, as well as a speech by the Director, but I missed it all because I was escorted by the nurse directly to a waiting car and driven straight to the campus medical center. Despite the fact that I had two good nights of sleep and lots of naps besides, I was still tired all the time and had constant headaches and occasionally blurry vision. This apparently concerned the doctors because they put me through a series of scans and tests, and finally decided that I had bruised my brain. They put me off of piloting until I was medically cleared and said I could only work light duties with a restricted schedule.
I checked and found that both Derrick and Mike were here, so I visited with them for about an hour before I started feeling bad again and I headed home. One of the nursing assistants drove me back and escorted me all the way to my room … where I found a rather pissed Sylvia waiting for me.
“Allen Spencer! Where the heck have you been?”
“The hospital?” I said tentatively.
Her demeanor shifted immediately, “Are you OK? What happened?”
“I missed a landing while I was in the jungle, hit my head and got a concussion.” (Yes I had been rehearsing what I was going to tell her in my head to make it sound as innocent as possible without lying.)
“Well, I was ready to put you in the hospital myself for ditching me when the plane landed. What did the doctors say?”
“I have light duty until my symptoms get better.”
“I mean about your head.”
“Well, they did an X-ray of my skull and didn’t find anything,” giving her a mischievous smile.
“Funny mister,” not looking amused.
“I’m just get tired really easy and then I have headaches and sometimes feel sick. The doctors just said to take it easy and things will get better on their own. Can I sit down now?” (Yes, I was playing the sympathy card because she was looking irritated again and I was really tired.)
“If you’re not feeling well, then you’re going to bed mister.”
“But Sylvia, this is so sudden.” She stiffened, and I knew that I had just gone over the line. I have a tendency to go overboard in my jokes especially when I was tired, didn’t feel well or was nervous. Currently I was all three, and so I hadn’t though before speaking. Before coming to Prometheus, I never thought before I spoke, and had probably been offending people right and left without even noticing it. This turned out to be one of Sylvia’s big pet peeves. She was constantly pointing out my thoughtless words and making me aware of when they caused damage. I still wasn’t very good at figuring out why I upset people, but I was getting pretty good at spotting when I did it.
I appeared to have pulled a dozy, because she stopped talking completely. I really don’t like upsetting people, but I seem to have a knack for it. I had only seen her this upset a couple of times when I had really insulted her (unintentionally of course.) I went to my room without saying anything else to stuff my foot further down my throat. When I came out a few minutes later I was surprised to find her still there. She had her back to me working at the computer, “Do you need something?” She didn’t sound angry anymore.
“Just a glass of water and some pain killers.”
“OK, but you should rest after that. Don’t get distracted with anything else.”
This was not the reaction I expected. The last time she got this upset, she was mad at me for days. My head hurt too much for me to figure this out at the moment, so I chalked it up to the mysteries of women and went to bed.
* * *
I woke up again mid-morning and was surprised to find Sylvia still there. It was well past the time which she usually dropped me off for work and went about whatever she did with the rest of her day. She was very secretive about that rest of her life, and whenever I asked, I was told that it was none of my business. Despite the fact she came and went as she pleased in my apartment, I actually had no idea where she even lived.
“Aren’t you here kind of late?”
“My job is to look after you when you’re not at work. Since you’re off work until you get better, we get to spend a lot more time together.”
“The doctors just said I had light duty.”
“Yeah, well that got changed.” She was more pissed than I had ever seen her and I was starting to get scared.
“On another subject, I hear that you and Rowlena got quite a bit closer on this trip.”
This was not going to go over well. I decided to stall for time while I tried desperately to get my thoughts in order. “Where did you hear that?”
“Rowlena was bunking in a room with three other women during you trip and there were a number of nights that she never returned to her room. At this point I would be surprised if there was anyone in your company who didn’t know about it by now, and I’ll be surprised if there is anyone in Prometheus who doesn’t know about it tomorrow.” At this point I was beyond busted, but the best was yet to come. I had taken a seat at the table and she walked and loomed over me. “Now, what two consenting adults due in their down time is between them, but I am responsible for your welfare, so you just might have mentioned that when you fell and got a MEDICALLY SIGNIFICANT BRAIN INJURY, THAT YOU DID IT ON THE BACK OF A GIANT KILLER ALIEN!”
Knowing that I was about to die, I may have whimpered a bit.
She turned her back to me and continued in a much softer, but no less harsh, voice, “Now, Mr. Spencer, I am responsible for your physical and mental well being. In order for me to do so, I need accurate information. Lying to me is a major problem that interferes with me doing so. If I find that you are lying to me again, I will find someone else to do this job. Are we clear Mr. Spencer?”
I mumbled, “Yes ma’am.”
“Now, what have you had to eat today?”
“I had some toast on the plane.”
“Well, in that case, I am going to pick out an outfit for you, you are going to get dressed, and then we’re going to go to the Main Cafeteria where you are going eat a healthy meal. You will then attend a company debriefing at 12:30 where you will inform them that you have been relieved of all duties until you have been medically cleared. As soon as that is over, I will pick you up and you will return to your room and rest. Is that clear Mr. Spencer?”
“Yes ma’am.”
* * *
After dropping Alan off, Sylvia hurried to her own meeting. When she opened the door, she saw Angelia, whom she’d been expecting, and Sukari who she hadn’t, although it did make sense for her to be here.
Angelia started the meeting, “Well ladies, your charges improved quite a handful. Sukari how is Lena doing?”
“Not well. The girl was ready to come apart at the seams. I would pull her in a heartbeat, but that would only make things worse. She gonna be in a bad way for quite some time.”
Angelia looked more sad and apologetic and Sylvia had ever seen her. “Unfortunately, it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better. Before this conference is over, what they both did is going to be news all over the world.”
Sylvia was becoming both horrified and confused, “How is what they did news?”
Angelia reached over and patted Sylvia hands, “Not that. Sorry, I need to back up a few steps so that were all on the same page. During this last battle, Allen and Lena both managed kill a Cyclops single-handedly.”
Sylvia gasped, “Isn’t that one of those giant killer aliens?”
Sylvia nodded, “Yes, and the two of them ran up behind two of the Cyclops, jumped on their backs and stabbed him through their cores with a sword like a pair of synchronized swimmers. This kind of heroics is just the kind of thing that people need to hear at this point in the war to give them hope. Unfortunately, international acclaim is the last thing that Lena needs right now. Sukari you need to tell her about your charge.”
Skari sighed and took a deep breath, “You already know my girl is a Savant, and is fragile. But, you don’t know that a lot of bad things happen to her before she comes to us. I hate going into that, but what you need to know she broke and she broke bad. She now have multiple personalities, which cause all sorts of problems. Alan rescue her when she got hit in the jungle. This would not be so bad, but the next day Zach got killed, and she lose it that night. Back before she come to us, she used to trade sleeping with men for safety. These is not an uncommon thing for girls who live on the street. Because the boy save her, she go to him for safety, but it not Lena who go to him, but one of her alters. Lena has no idea what happen until it’s all over the company. And the worst part is nothing actually happened. Your boy Allen is a gentleman and he not touch my girl. I talk to her alter baby girl, and she say that all he did was give her hugs and sleep beside her.”
Sylvia blushed and said, “I think I screwed up. I laid into Allen really hard today, and I think jealousy may have been a bit of factor.”
Angelia got up and moved behind Sylvia and began massaging her shoulders. “Sylvia, there are a few things in Allen’s file that I deliberately left vague. You know that he has a very low social quotient as a Savant. Well, in his case it goes beyond that. As part of one of the social batteries, he reported that he is never been in a romantic relationship. Despite his brilliance in other areas, his understanding of relationships is about that of the 10-year-old boy.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
Angelia sighed deeply, “Because I’m a meddling old woman. One of the reasons I set you up as a team is I thought the two of you might make a good match.”
Sylvia turned around in her chair and stared at Angelia aghast, “Are you serious?”
Angelia stared back evenly, “Sylvia, you know quite well that guiding the relationships far charges is part of our duty as counselors. You just seem to have forgotten that even if you are a counselor you’re one of my charges as well.”
Sylvia turned beet red and buried her face in her arms on the table. “Well shit!”
Angelia went back and sat down. “Which brings us back to the situation at hand. We have two fragile Savants who are on the verge of becoming international celebrities. Lena is at her psychological limits and Allen is at his physical ones. We need a plan for what we do from here.”
* * *
The debriefing meeting was kind of boring, as we are going over stuff that we had already been through. The only really interesting part was when I found out I’d been nominated for the Gold Heart. I was under the impression that you had to be injured by the enemy to qualify for one. Apparently, you just had to be injured while in action with the enemy and me hitting my head on an alien counted. We were promised at least a week before another assignment, unless an emergency came up. I really hoped I felt better before the week was up, because I really didn’t want to be left behind.
Poor Lena spent the entire meeting looking at her shoes. I really wanted to do something to clear things up but due to Sylvia’s training I knew that anything I did would just make it worse. I hoped to find a way to talk to Lena’s counselor Sukari. I knew her by sight and by name, but I didn’t think that I had ever said more than hi to her. She would have a good chance of knowing what was going on with Lena. I probably should have asked Sylvia to arrange a meeting, since they were both counselors, but I decided to wait until she had time to calm down some.
When Sylvia came to pick me up, she was so calm that it was terrifying. She showed no outward signs of anger, but she studiously avoided looking directly at me. The meeting would not be here for a couple of days and Sylvia would be my constant companion during that time. I was pretty sure that doing exactly what she said in the mean time increased my chances of survival dramatically.
She was very good about not letting me overwork myself, and keeping me current with my medications and consequently, I was not sick nearly as much. Unfortunately I had little to do, and this brought back an old foe that I had not faced since coming to Prometheus:
Boredom.
Therefore, it seemed natural to me to fall back on my old crutch:
Video games.
All my old games were still at my mother’s house on my old computer. This lead me to search the company computer system to see if there were any available. I think I’ve mentioned Prometheus makes video games. What I hadn’t realized, was that they let their employees do most of their beta testing. Besides this, you can also get all their current games at a really good employee discount. But, what really caught my attention was that all of their games that were currently out of print were available for free.
This set me on a trip down memory lane, as I remembered all the hours I used to spend on these old games. I loaded up a couple of my old favorites, and enjoyed wasting couple of hours on them. I was looking for my next diversion, when I ran across a medieval real-time strategy game. Just seeing the name was enough to bring back in memory that been floating around edges of my mind for days. The game had an odd system for controlling individual units and formations. Each unit could be assigned a level of independence on a sliding scale. The less independence, the more likely it was to follow orders. The more independence it had, the more common sense the unit seemed to have. Units that had no independence would blithely ignore enemy attacks that were destroying them if they were doing something else. This worked out really well on the lower levels when you could pause every time something happened. But on the highest level, you were not allowed pause the game. The first time I played at that level, I found my troops being annihilated. The problem was that I was still trying to do everything myself, and there was just too many things going on the same time. I now remembered vividly sending a column of troops to take up a defensive position, and while my attention was elsewhere, an enemy unit had come up from behind and destroyed them completely.
This is exactly what the Taurians and are doing! This meant that the controllers in the headquarters were only capable of paying attention to one thing at a time. They expected soldiers that they sent out with the bio-soldiers on task, but when we had shown that we could eliminate these soldiers at will, they stopped sending them with the bio-soldier mobs.
Once we eliminated any alien soldiers riding heard. distraction became the key to fighting them. Catch the controller’s attention in one area, and all its other units were effectively paralyzed. I immediately began checking the data from the battles against enemy bases, but I already knew what the answer would be. I had seen it with my own eyes. Now, all I needed was the data to back me up so I could tell everyone else.
The night before the conference, I worked on putting all my information together until Sylvia threatened to give me another concussion unless I went to bed. The conference was in the morning, and I wasn’t satisfied that my theory was ready for presentation, but since the conference agenda was already set, that probably really didn’t matter.
After she left I was getting ready for bed and stood up right into a cabinet door I had left open. This was not particularly noteworthy as I am somewhat of a klutz and had done similar things many times, but this time I actually saw stars, fell down and blacked out for a bit. I got up, to another pain pill and forgot about the incident.
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