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⇢ warnings: past unethical experimentation, brief blood and gore descriptions (some human and some non-human), you have to accept the premise of a single human empire in space in the future with colonies and a military and not think deeper about that, multiple needle/injection mentions, knife/injury/blood description, main characters are morally gray, and oh yeah cursing
⇢ genre: sci-fi, set in the near-ish future, humans and aliens and robots, black op mission, captain kun, ?????? reader, slow burn, fluff, dash of angst, ft. wayv as the crew of the vision
⇢ extra info: took a lot of obvious inspo for this one from isaac asimov’s robot stories, specifically his concept of positronic brains & the three laws of robotics (and if you’ve read any of his stories, you’ll probably be able to see some other places too)
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“You deserve to know that I’m not entirely human.”
“Is that really how you feel? Inhuman?”
“There are parts of me that are… manufactured. Irrevocably altered. I don’t think I remember how it felt before I was like this.”
The next morning, you were awake early again. You stared into the darkness, listening to Dejun’s breathing. The distant sounds of two voices started getting closer, and you perked up at this. If some of the others were up, you’d be more than happy to join them, see if they needed any help getting breakfast together.
Just as you’d swung your legs over the side of your cot to stand, you heard the distinct sound of your name float in as it sounded like they had stopped right at the campfire. They were keeping their voices low, but it did little to help with the absolute silence all around. You paused, overwhelmed with curiosity.
“I asked Xiao last night, if he thinks Y/N will ever remember.” The first voice was Kun, and you looked at the sleeping doctor in front of you curiously. You could only imagine this conversation happened before you walked into the captain’s tent last night.
“Yeah?” It was Kunhang with him. “What’d he say?”
“He can’t say for sure at this point, since he doesn’t know what caused it.”
“Useful.”
“That’s what I said.”
“Part of me hopes she doesn’t remember.” Kunhang let out a bitter sigh with his words.
“What?” Kun responded, and you imagined that his face was as bewildered as yours was right now. Why wouldn’t Kunhang want you to regain your memories?
“Dude, you saw where we found her.”
“God, yeah. The sort of shit she probably saw.”
“Or did. She’s the only survivor. You don’t exactly get through Hell by being sweet and virtuous.”
Kun’s voice was surprisingly harsh, “We don’t know—”
“Hey, no judgment here. Who knows what she had to do to survive. I wouldn’t want to remember that either.”
“Her hands were clean when we found her.”
“A bit too clean, don’t you think?” A third voice had joined them now, Ten.
“Maybe she hid early, got out before the worst of it.” Kun was still vehemently defending you.
“You think the same person who pulls people out of the way of falling ceiling chunks without thinking is a coward?”
“I’m saying we don’t know anything.”
“And I’m just saying something’s not right about how Y/N ended up in there, Captain.”
“Nothing here is right, Ten. This facility, the experiments, the Skippers, all of it.”
“And you’re letting the only person left who might be responsible for it walk around free.”
“I wouldn’t call being stuck with all of us ‘free.’”
“But it’s not exactly a prisoner’s watch.”
“Because she’s not a prisoner. For all we know they could’ve been experimenting on her—”
“Or she’s part of that vague They we keep referring to.”
There was a moment of tense silence—or at least it sure felt strained to you from inside your tent, you had to imagine it was suffocating out there—before Kun spoke again. “We have no clue what was going on here, and no proof that she did anything. Until we know anything for certain, I’m not going to treat her like a criminal.”
“I’m not saying you have to. Look, I like her too, she seems like a nice person, but maybe—”
A loud yawn came from your roommate’s cot, and the conversation outside suddenly ceased. Dejun sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of his eye as he let out another forceful yawn.
“Oh, morning, Y/N,” he greeted you, stretching and groaning. “Sleep okay?”
“Yeah, I uh, I just woke up,” you replied awkwardly. A couple minutes could be classified as just, you were pretty sure. “How about you? Sleep okay?”
“Mm, like a baby. You’re a much better bunkmate than Liu. Kid talks in his sleep. Recites code and equations.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the mental image, momentarily distracted from the conversation you’d just been listening to. “That’s rather unfortunate for Ten and Kunhang then.”
Dejun shrugged. “Wong shouldn’t have been such a weirdo, then he might’ve been your roomie.”
He stood up then, groaning as he leaned over to touch his toes, then reached up and fully stretched his arms over his head. “Alright, breakfast?”
Ten and Kunhang had just started on breakfast when you left your tent, and apparently didn’t need any help, so with nothing better left to do and a lot on your mind, you turned down the paths between the fields. The artificial sun had already risen, full daylight around you, making it easy to keep your eyes on the ground under your feet. It wasn’t long until you heard footsteps behind you. You stopped in your tracks and turned to see who it was.
“Don’t tell me I’m late for breakfast again,” you groaned. “I’ve been gone for two minutes.”
“No, you’re not,” Kun informed you, putting his hands in his pockets as he stopped in front of you. “Can I join you? On your walk?”
You put your hands on your hips, suspicious. “Why?”
“Why do I want to walk with you?”
“Yeah. The exit doors are within view of camp.”
“I don’t think you’re trying to escape. If you managed to get out of the facility, your only two options would be a K’llor ship that you don’t know the state of, and our ship that has ZEN on it, who would never let you past the entry bay, much less off the surface. I don’t think you’re that stupid. Are you?”
“No. Glad we’re on the same page.”
“So… was that a no on the walk?”
“You didn’t answer my question, Kun,” you replied frankly. “You’re not as good at that as you think you are.”
“At what? Avoiding?”
“Yes, like you’re doing now. Why do you want to walk with me?”
“You went on a walk with Liu yesterday, did you interrogate him beforehand as well?”
“You’re still not answering my question, you’re just asking me more questions.”
He rubbed his face and sighed. “You know, never mind.”
You let out an incredulous laugh. “Really? You just fold like that?”
“Clearly you want to be alone. I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t say that. All I did was ask you a simple question that you apparently can’t answer.”
“Ten and Wong are almost done with breakfast, I’d get going on that walk if I were you.”
“Fine.” You held your hands up. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
Five minutes wasn’t nearly long enough for your liking, but as promised, you were back at the camp for breakfast. Kun and Dejun were already discussing something when you got back, Ten and Kunhang made you a bit uneasy after the conversation you overheard this morning, so you were pleasantly surprised when the Professor intercepted you, already with two plates of food in his hands.
“Want to eat with me?” He offered. “We can talk about plans for today.”
“Sure, Professor,” you accepted the food from him gratefully.
“I don’t think the notes will be too excessive for you to go through,” he began. “ZEN came equipped with the UHN’s entire language database, including what few Outspacer glyphs they had. My notes are just additions to that gathered during this mission—it’s not my focus language back in academia, so you’re not going to be reviewing years’ worth of research or anything.”
“What is your focus language then? For your xenolinguistics?”
The Professor momentarily looked over your shoulder, then back to you. “Ourogish.”
You tilted your head curiously. “Can you… make all those sounds?”
“I speak with an accent. But it’s passable.”
So they were doing something involving Ourogos and/or the Ourogi. Didn’t help much more, but it was information.
“So any corrections, missing links, anything you can give me and ZEN will be a help,” the Professor continued.
“I mean, I don’t know how good of a teacher I’ll be… I don’t even remember learning it.”
“Don’t worry, ZEN and I are quick learners.”
The other five left right after breakfast, and you were left with the Professor and ZEN. You took the Professor’s tablet that contained all of his notes under the shade of a tree in one of the nearby orchards. Resting your cheek in your palm, you started in on the file that had already been opened for you. You doubted ZEN would let you access anything else that was on here. The AI was projecting himself as a small cube above your knees, slowly bobbing up and down like a buoy in the ocean, but otherwise quiet as you worked.
The Professor, meanwhile, was restless, asking you what you were doing every two minutes, as he did something to the tree you were under, which you could hear by the rustling of branches and leaves.
After the fifth interruption, you finally told him through gritted teeth, “You know, Professor, this would go much faster if you didn’t stop me every two minutes.”
“Right. Sorry!” And he went back to messing with the tree.
A few moments later, he plopped down next to you, breathless, and held a plum out to you. You looked between him and the deep maroon fruit before accepting it.
“You seem off,” he said.
“What?” You mumbled, setting your plum aside.
“You seem off.”
“Do I?”
“Pissed that you have a babysitter?”
“Aren’t you pissed that you got landed with babysitting duty?”
He shrugged, taking a bite of his plum. “I’m a civvie, remember? I’d much rather stick back here and talk about a dead language than go look at a bunch of alien corpses.”
You made a noise of acknowledgment, still combing through his notes on syntax.
“So… What’d you do?”
“What?”
“To get put in time out. What’d you do that you need a babysitter?”
You let out a frustrated sigh, pushing some of your hair back from your face. “I deserve it, I know I do. It’s perfectly reasonable for Kun to stick me in camp all day but—I hate it.”
“Come on, you can tell me.” He nudged you with his elbow. “Us civvies have got to stick together, you know. What’d you do?”
“We were walking through the facility yesterday, and a piece of ceiling came loose. I didn’t even think about it, I just pulled Kun back so it didn’t hit him.”
The Professor burst into laughter, a stray drop of plum juice dribbling down his chin as he coughed through it. He sat forward, hitting himself on the chest with a fist. “Oh my God, that’s really good.”
“What’s so funny about that? I’m a liability, he had every right to leave me here with a babysitter.”
“Well, yes,” he chuckled. “If you’re going to be trying to save the guy in Class-V armor as an unarmored civilian with nothing but a rebreather, that’s a little concerning. But it’s also pretty funny. I bet that’s the first time Captain’s been genuinely surprised in years.”
“I’m glad you can see some humor in the situation.” You put your cheek back in your palm, striking out an error in his notes and starting the correction. “I think I ruined my chances of ever leaving the ag bubble again until you all take me to UHN Main for debriefing.”
“It’s not so bad in here.”
“Yeah, but… everything’s out there. Whoever I am, whatever I’ve done, whatever I wanted to do, whoever I wanted to be, is out there, was out there. And I’m stuck in here grading.”
The Professor was quiet, and for a second you were worried that he was offended at your comparison between his notes and a grade-schooler’s homework until he spoke. “Would it change anything?”
“What?”
“If you remembered? If you found out who you were, what you’ve done, what you wanted to do, who you wanted to be? Would it change anything?”
“How could it not?”
“Would you decide that’s who you are now, just because that’s who you were?”
“I-I mean, it was me. I’m not a different person just because I lost my memory.”
“How do you know? You just said, you don’t know who you were, what you’ve done, what sort of future you wanted for yourself.”
“Well…”
“Y/N, what do you want for your life?”
“To remember what it is. My life.”
“And if you can’t? Right now, what do you to do? What sort of person do you want to be?”
“I-I guess I want to be an okay person. Like, pretty good to the people around me? And, live a life that I like? I don’t know a lot about what I like, but I guess I’d figure that out, and do more of that stuff?”
“That’s good. That’s a pretty good aspiration, actually.”
“Isn’t it kind of boring?”
“A little.” He shrugged. “But maybe, the person you were before you lost your memory, didn’t want that. Maybe you wanted something that you would now consider to be bad. Imagine if the you before this wanted to kick as many puppies as possible before you died.”
“Why—”
“It’s a hypothetical. Do you want to do that, right now?”
“No, of course not.”
“If you found out, right now, that you wanted to do that before you lost your memory, would that change anything? Would you suddenly want to kick puppies?”
You crossed your arms. “No.”
“And do you want to crusade for Universal Peace until the end of your days?”
“That… sounds very tiring.”
“Yes? No?”
“Probably not.”
“So if you found out that the you before you lost your memory was dedicating your life to doing that, would you suddenly want to? Would that change anything?”
You took a deep breath. “No.”
“Obviously, it’s got to suck not remembering friends or family or anything like that. But you’re still a person without those memories, Y/N. You’re still you, just whoever you are now.”
“Thanks, Professor.” You smiled a little, spinning the stylus around in your fingers.
“Now, why did you cross that out?” He pointed to the section you had been absentmindedly correcting. “I could’ve sworn I had gotten that listing function correct.”
“You were close!”
“You completely scribbled it out.”
That night, you were helping Ten and Kunhang prepare dinner again.
“Everything okay, Y/N?” Ten asked as the two of you shucked some corn.
“Yeah, fine,” you answered shortly, tossing a corn husk onto the pile at your feet. “Why?”
“You seem a bit…”
“Off?” You guessed.
“Yeah.”
“That’s what the Professor said earlier.”
“Something happen with the captain?” Kunhang questioned from where he was chopping up ingredients with a pocketknife and plastic container as his cutting board.
You pressed your lips together in a line before replying. “I don’t know. Why are you asking?”
“He uh, he said he was going to join you on your walk this morning. And then came back alone.”
“We had an argument, I guess. It was about nothing.”
“Y/N—”
“No, seriously, it wasn’t anything of substance.” You huffed, grabbing your next cob. “I asked him why he wanted to walk with me, he refused to answer. That’s it.”
There was an odd pause, and you turned your gaze up to see the other two exchanging a look.
Ten spoke next, “Well I’m sure being stuck in the ag bubble with the Professor all day wasn’t fun either.”
“The Professor wasn’t the problem. Sucked being put in timeout. Rightfully so, but it still sucked.” You had finished with your ears of corn, and took them over to Kunhang’s makeshift station.
“So you saved him from getting concussed by falling ceiling with no concern for your own safety, big deal,” Kunhang scoffed, gesturing wildly with both hands as he talked. “If you ask me, that kind of instinct is a good thing. Bit hypocritical for the captain to be punishing you for it anyway.”
Ten watched Kunhang waving the knife around warily. “Careful with that thing, Wong, you’re gonna—”
As Ten was talking, Kunhang had tried to spin the knife around his finger by the handle, but you knew it wasn’t going to be successful, grabbing the spinning blade before it could take his finger off. And before you even realized what you were doing. The action registered in your mind at the same time the sharp edge cutting open your palm did, and you let out a yip of surprise and pain, dropping the knife to the ground.
“—take someone’s eye out.” Ten finished his sentence almost absentmindedly, staring at you with wide eyes.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—” Kunhang cursed as you all watched blood well up in your hand from the cut. “Captain Qian’s going to kill me.”
“Well don’t just stare, go get Xiao!” Ten scolded his teammate, getting to his feet. “Or—fuck! ZEN! Where’s Xiao? Tell him to get over here!”
“Shit, Y/N!” Kunhang was scrambling around for something. “God damn it! Don’t we have paper towels or something?”
“What the hell is going on out here?” Kun emerged from his tent, annoyed gaze quickly flitting over all three of you before zeroing in on your hand and turning hard. He made it over to you in three quick strides, taking your hand by your fingertips to avoid where your blood had started to drip down your forearm to your elbow.
He looked down at the ground, and saw the knife at your feet glinting in the firelight. “What happened?”
Ten took the lead, “Wong was—”
When the captain immediately turned on him, Kunhang quickly jumped to defend himself.
“No, no, listen, I didn’t—Okay, yes, I probably shouldn’t have been trying out tricks with the knife, but Y/N just grabbed it. I didn’t do this to her,” he pleaded with Kun, then look at you desperately. “Y/N, tell him, come on.”
Kun turned back to you, a frank eyebrow raised. You looked between the three of them and nodded. “He’s telling the truth, Kun.”
“Wong, stop doing knife tricks,” Kun ordered sharply.
Kunhang gulped. “Sir, yes sir.”
“ZEN, call off Xiao,” Kun commanded, making the other two exchange a worried look. The captain’s tone was still biting as he addressed the AI again, “Of course not, tell him I’ve got her.”
Then Kun was ushering you towards his tent, and you obliged. The flap had been clipped up when you entered, and you noted that he unhooked it after him, letting it hang closed and unzipped. He nodded towards his own cot for you to sit, and you did so hesitantly, holding your non-injured hand under your elbow to catch the blood that you were now very aware was dripping onto anything under you.
Kun rooted around in a pack at the end of the cot, then pulled up and sat on the container that had served as your seat last night when you administered his injection. He unhooked his canteen from his waist, putting a towel across his knees before he flushed the wound and washed your arm. He patted your arm dry, and grabbed a flashlight from one of his pockets to shine onto your hand to get a closer look at the cut. It was a thin slice across most of your palm, but the majority of it didn’t look too terribly deep at least. More blood rushed to the surface again as he clicked the flashlight off and put it away, grabbing his next materials.
Kun didn’t even need to speak for you to feel the disappointment seeping off of him. He silently pressed a gauze pad to the slice, and you felt both a dull pressure and sharp sting, gritting your teeth against it to avoid making a sound. As he started wrapping bandages around the site, you finally put some kind of words together.
“I don’t know who I used to be, before I lost my memory,” you started quietly, and he flicked his gaze up from your hand to your eyes for a moment before looking back down at his task. “And it’s going to take a while for me to figure out who I am now. Maybe my whole life. But I know that I can’t stand the thought of seeing anybody, any of you, getting hurt if I can do something about it.”
“You’re telling me you’re going to keep doing stuff like this?” He was still meticulously wrapping your palm.
“Yes. And you can keep me in camp, have the other guys babysit me, whatever you need to do for your mission. But I didn’t want to make some promise to you that I know I’m not going to keep.”
Kun sat up straight again, having finished with bandaging your hand. He held your gaze steadily this time. “I suppose I should thank you for your candidness, and not lying to me just to get out of here.”
“Was that you actually thanking me, or…?”
“Let’s make a deal, since I’m not keen on making you a prisoner in the ag bubble for however long we’re here, you’ve proven yourself useful, and I need my crew out there and not on… babysitting duty.”
You perked up at this. “Okay, what are the terms?”
“I assume Xiao has already asked you to give me the injections?”
“He’s mentioned it. I’m not sure why he thinks I’d convince you any better, but you need them, Kun.”
“You can give me the injections every night, no complaining, no skipping. And you can leave the ag bubble with at least one of us. But whenever you do some stupid thing like this, you come get me, okay? I’m the captain, which makes everyone here my responsibility, including you.”
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Kun held out a hand, and you eagerly shook it with your non-bandaged one.
“So, I will see you back here after mess then.” He stood, starting to clean up.
“See you then.” You nodded, standing and slipping back out of his tent.
The others had all returned to camp, and Dejun immediately threw his hands up in disbelief as he saw you coming back over.
“What the hell?” He reached for your arm to inspect the bandages. “First I have ZEN telling me you have a medical emergency back at camp, then thirty seconds later he’s telling me there’s direct orders from the captain that I don’t need to come back for your medical emergency because he’s going to take care of it? Did the captain go to med school in the fifteen minutes I was gone?”
“It was just a cut, Dejun,” you reassured him, nevertheless letting him turn over the injured hand. “Clean cut, no debris in the wound, it just needed to be cleaned and bandaged up.”
He rolled his eyes, letting you go. “God, why am I here? Everybody’s a doctor now!”
Mess was a quiet and short affair, and you swore Kunhang scooped out an extra big portion for you tonight. After, everyone tended to their post-mess duties, and you kept an eye on Dejun in your periphery. You weren’t sure how much the others knew about Kun's injections, so you figured intercepting him in your tent to let him know was the safest choice. When Dejun ducked into your tent, you looked at the couple dishes that Ten was still drying and you would then need to put away.
“Hey, uh, I’m sorry, but do you mind if I go ask Dejun for something?” You asked them sheepishly, hoping they wouldn’t have any questions for that extremely vague question.
“Oh, shit, your hand!” Ten looked down at it. “Yeah, of course, I’m sure your endorphins have worn off by now, it must hurt like a bitch. Go, we can finish up.”
You hadn’t really thought much about the dull, persistent pain throughout dinner. Sure, it felt a bit uncomfortable whenever you bent or closed your palm, but that wasn’t really in the forefront of your mind. After all, you having a cut palm right now was much more manageable than Kunhang missing a finger for the rest of his life.
You bit down on your lip, feeling a little bad about misleading them, but then shot them a quick smile. “Thanks, guys.”
Hurrying over to your tent, you barely caught Dejun before he left, nearly toppling him over, in fact.
“Jeez, Y/N, see a ghost?” He stumbled back. He was still in his casual clothes, one of his medic packs around his hips like usual.
“No, sorry, didn’t mean to hit you,” you apologized. “I just wanted to find you before you went to Kun’s tent.”
“Why? Everything okay with your hand?” He asked.
“Huh?” You looked down at your hand, having once again forgotten that it was injured for a moment. “Oh, no, I’m okay—”
“I don’t mean to be abrasive, but can it wait? It usually takes at least fifteen minutes of coercion on a good day before he’ll let me do it. If he even does.”
“That’s why I’m here. Kun agreed to let me give him the injections. Every night, no complaining and no skipping,” you explained, watching as his face turned into a deep frown. “That’ll be okay, right? It’s just med-pods, those are designed for soldiers to use on themselves and each other in the field with no medical training.”
“Yeah, I’ve just been doing it because it’s kind of a weird angle for him to get to on his own, and I couldn’t trust him to do it every night himself.” Dejun slowly unzipped the pack, still with that same look on his face.
“Then… what’s wrong? You look worried.”
“Captain Qian just agreed to let you do the injections? Out of the blue?”
“We did make a deal,” you admitted, watching as he pulled a couple things out of the pack.
Dejun’s eyes shot up to yours as he placed a med-pod and alcohol wipe in your clean hand. “And what was your end? Stop catching flying knives with your bare hands?”
“Not quite… We both know I’ll probably do something like that again, so—”
“House arrest? Can’t leave the ag bubble until the mission is over?”
“When I leave the ag bubble, I have to be with one of you guys.”
Dejun didn’t conceal his unimpressed look very well. He probably wasn’t trying to.
“And when I do something like this again,” you held up your injured hand, “I have to tell him, since he’s responsible for everyone.”
The doctor rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Uh-huh. Go, I don’t want to give snark to the wrong person.”
“What—”
“Go. You need to give the captain his injection, remember?”
“Right. Uh, see you in a bit.” You tucked the materials into your pocket before ducking out of your tent.
The entrance to Kun’s tent was still down and unzipped, and you stopped outside, having learned your lesson last night. Hesitantly, you called out his name instead.
“Come in.”
You quickly parted the flap and slipped inside.
Kun was sitting on his cot already, and when he had appraised that you were alone, you saw his features contort from their usual stoic default to a slight wince. You pulled up the container seat next to him, and gestured for him to lie down.
“How’s your hand?” He asked, staying upright as he reached for your extremity.
“It’s fine, Kun,” you informed him, letting him look over the bandages. “Honestly, I keep forgetting about it, it barely even hurts.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Now come on, your turn.” You took your hand back and pointed insistently at the cot.
He grabbed at his lower back and huffed a little bit as he maneuvered around to lay on his front. You frowned thoughtfully as he pulled up the hem of his shirt for you.
“Is the med-pod as effective as before?” You questioned, opening the disinfectant wipe.
“How do you mean?”
You delicately wiped the area, careful not to touch his skin with your fingers. “Is it wearing off faster? Does it not relieve as much pain as before?”
“I can’t be using up all our supplies.”
“Is that a yes?”
“One is fine.”
“But two would be more effective.”
“I can’t be using twice as many as before. If someone else needs them—”
“The UHN won’t resupply your vessel?”
He sighed. “They will. I’m just—I don’t know. I’m used to scarcity and self-reliance. Must be a Dura-Jil boy thing.”
You lined the med-pod up, and like last night, didn’t give a countdown before pressing the start button. “Is this your first crew?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“Because you said you’re used to self-reliance. If you’d been a captain for a while, you would have gotten used to relying on others, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, they are,” he chuckled fondly. “I do rely on them. Or I’m learning to, I guess.”
There was a pause, and as you watched the med-pod drain you felt a sense of urgency, not wanting to waste the opportunity you had in front of you. The conversation you’d heard this morning was still on your mind.
“What if it turns out that I was involved in whatever was going on here? Did horrible stuff…” You asked tentatively. “Then what’ll you do?”
“I don’t think you were,” he replied simply.
“You don’t know. I don’t know.”
“Call it a hunch.”
“I won’t resist, or try to escape. Whatever the UHN wants to do with me, I’ll comply fully,” you declared, quiet but firm in your convictions.
He turned to look at you over his shoulder, brow furrowed. “Why are you talking like you’ve already been put on trial and found guilty? You just said it yourself, we don’t know anything. Either way.”
“Yeah, but we know they weren’t doing good things here… and I’m here.”
“No, we don’t even know what they were doing here. Somebody made sure of that. Besides, you could’ve been scrubbing the floors for all we know. I don’t think you deserve the death sentence for that.”
“I doubt they had people scrubbing the floors…” You pointed out.
“I’m just saying, there’s other reasons you could’ve been here, Y/N.”
“Like… being experimented on.”
“I didn’t want to say anything.” His gaze and his tone softened. “Do you… You don’t remember anything like that, do you?”
“No, I don’t have any episodic memories before meeting you. But that’s what you were thinking, right? That I was either the experimenter or the subject?”
“You weren’t wearing a lab coat when we found you, and you don’t have a neural port.”
“Dejun doesn’t have a neural port, and he’s UHN.”
“We don’t know enough to think anything about anything, okay?”
“ZEN should be finished with synthesizing the Outspacer into his translation program by morning. We can go through the computer tomorrow,” you reiterated yours and the Professor’s report from the pre-mess meeting. “With any luck, there will be employee profiles.”
“And what will you be hoping to find in them?”
“The truth.” The med-pod clicked off then, and you reached out to grab the empty device. “Whatever that is.”
Kun sat up, keeping his eyes on you as you went to stand. Your task was done for the night, so was your time with him.
“Why do you seem so convinced that you were involved?” He questioned, drawing you back into conversation and stopping you from leaving entirely.
“I… know too much, Kun.” You shook your head. “Why do you seem so convinced that I wasn’t?”
“You said it yourself, Y/N. You can’t stand the thought of seeing anybody get hurt if you can do something about it. I find it hard to believe that you’d do something like… whatever what going on here.”
“Dejun said that humans can do really bad stuff if they think they’re doing the right thing. Even to each other. Maybe I just thought it was the right thing.”
“Maybe,” Kun shrugged. “Or maybe you didn’t do anything. What were you two talking about? When he said that.”
“Your skeletal enhancements,” you admitted.
“I see.”
“Do you know how much longer your mission here will be?” You asked. “When can you get your next adjustment? Dejun said it happens at UHN Main, so it’ll be when you drop me off after this, right?”
“No, I don’t know how much longer this mission will take,” he replied. “It depends on what you and ZEN find on that computer tomorrow. And yes, it’ll be at UHN Main.”
“Then ZEN and I will just have to be quick.”
“Don’t rush for my sake,” he warned, an edge to his voice. “We need to make sure we get everything from here. I can wait.”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “Fine. But I’m bringing two med-pods tomorrow, and you’re taking both of them, no complaints, no skipping. Understood?”
The corner of his lip twitched as he nodded. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Kun.”
And with that, you left his tent. Back in your own, you gave the med-pod back to Dejun, filling him in on Kun’s condition.
“It’s getting worse,” you told the doctor, keeping your voice hushed. “The medication wears off faster and isn’t as effective. I think he needs two.”
“Damn it…” He sighed, zipping the pack up. “Yeah, start taking two tomorrow. Stupid son of a bitch. I told him not to skip his last tune-up.”
“Do you have any idea how much longer he can go without one before… it gets worse?”
“No.” Dejun informed you shortly, running a hand through his hair. “No clue. This is the longest he’s missed one before.”
“Oh no…”
“Yeah. Like I said, stupid son of a bitch.”
“This mission… He really believes it’s that important? More than him? Than his health?”
“Yes,” he answered immediately. “The program he was in… Let’s say he didn’t just get some skeletal enhancements and cool armor. You should ask him about it.”
You were quiet, and Dejun plopped himself back down onto his cot. You silently put yourself to bed, staring up at the ceiling of the tent listlessly as Dejun put out the lamp, plunging you into the darkness of night.
Resting your cheek in the palm of your injured hand, you tapped the edge of the keyboard with your fingernail anxiously as you waited. ZEN had to break off another fragment with his new Outspacer translation update, then join those two fragments together once plugged into the computer. And of course, the fragment(s) in the computer were asynchronous with the one in the crew’s HUDs and the Professor’s tablet, so there was no way for you to get an update from the ZEN that could actually vocalize anything. The computer had no microphone or speakers that you could see, only the keyboard, mouse, and monitor in front of you. You couldn’t even see the end of where the wires led, the actual computer itself. ZEN was plugged into a docking station at the base of the monitor.
The entire crew was in the robotics lab. Some milling around behind where you were sat at the computer, a couple others looking at the defunct robots in the side room.
Yangyang walked up behind you, one of the schematics books in his hands again.
“I didn’t know you were ambidextrous,” he commented conversationally, his eyes on the pages.
“What?” You looked up at him questioningly.
“Your hand,” he gestured to the bandaged one, “You caught the knife with that one, but you’re using the computer with the other. I don’t think my first instinct would be to catch a flying knife with my non-dominant hand. Well, it wouldn’t be to catch it all, but still.”
You looked down at your hand that was hovering over the mouse. “Oh. I don’t know, I guess.”
“What do you make of this?” He pointed to a drawing.
“It… looks like a hand. A prosthetic?”
“There’s no indication of anything mechanical, why’d you jump to prosthetic?”
“You found it in a robotics lab. I didn’t think they’d be doing anatomy practice for fun.”
“Robot-people…” Ten muttered under his breath.
A small window popped up in the bottom right of the right then, a chat box.
ZEN: I’m ready.
Y/N: How are we dividing this?
ZEN: I can review data without interrupting you.
Y/N: I’ll start in the first folder, you start at the last, we’ll work our way towards the middle?
ZEN: I’ll let you know if I find anything of interest.
Clicking into the first folder, ‘Robotics,’ you skimmed through the subfolder options. They were mainly named with seemingly incomprehensible codes, combinations of glyphs and numbers that made no sense. You randomly clicked into the first one anyway, and were presented with more subfolders. These were simply labeled in trial phases and sub-phases: Phase 0.1, 0.1.2, 1.0, 1.3, 1.5, 2.0.3. You again clicked on the very first one, 0.1, and were greeted with nothing. It was empty, not a single file to actually review. You clicked back out and selected the next one, 0.1.2. Empty again. Narrowing your eyes at the display, you clicked on 1.0, hoping that they had just maybe moved all of those into the succeeding phase. Nothing.
Letting out a huff, you clicked back into the chat window.
Y/N: ZEN, do any of the folders I’m looking in actually have anything?
ZEN: No.
Y/N: In the entire Robotics folder?
ZEN: No data.
You groaned, going back out to the main menu.
“What?” Kun questioned as you clicked into ‘Synthetic Biology.’
“That folder was purged. It’s just empty subfolders,” you informed them with a sigh.
“What were the subfolders?” Yangyang asked with interest.
“The main branches were just random glyphs? And then each main folder had even more subfolders with phases.”
“Must have been project names. Maybe serial numbers?” The roboticist suggested. “Can you go back?”
You did as he asked. “Now what?”
“Just read the first one for me? The individual glyphs, not as a sentence.”
“Blue, red, add, inside-of, twelve hundred. As in the time, not one-thousand and two hundred.”
“Noon?”
“Well, yeah,” you nodded. “But I figure everyone used twenty-four-hour time around here, right?”
“What are you thinking, kid?” Kunhang asked knowingly.
“Assuming it’s meant to be read as noon, translated back out and using only the first letters… B-R-A-I-N. Brain.”
The Professor lit up at this. “A code within a code! What’s the next one?”
You read it off, “Cube, add, sun, inside-of, noon, green. Casing?”
“Positronic brain casing. Like the sketch!” Yangyang practically ran to get the other sketchbook. “That must have had the actually specs and computer modeling of it. These sketches are just conceptual.”
“It’s a robotics lab, it’s not a surprise that they would’ve had positronic brains here,” Dejun pointed out frankly.
“Keep going, Y/N, he hates fun,” Yangyang urged you on, the Professor right on your other side with his tablet.
You read out all of the glyphs, every so often needing input from the others to find a more colloquial synonym in standard human that would actually make a real word. By the time that you were done with all of the folders, ZEN had popped up in your chat window again.
ZEN: I believe I may have found something of interest.
Y/N: Can you display it?
ZEN: Certainly.
And seemingly on its own, the computer went into the Facility folder, then into one of the subfolders. Before you could even begin to work through the nonsense Outspacer code, ZEN had already translated it for you.
ZEN: Employee files, by department. The personnel files themselves are no longer in here, but the comms directory survived.
“ZEN found something,” you announced to the others. “Employee directory. He says the actual personnel files are gone, but the comms directory is here.”
“So we’ve got a partial list of who was here,” Kun surmised. “Whoever had their own extension, at least.”
ZEN brought it up for you, and you skimmed through the names quickly, looking only for one. When you got to the end, however, despite not having seen your own name there, you still couldn’t let out the breath you were holding. This was only a partial list, after all. You could’ve just as easily worked here and not had an extension on the comms directory.
“Are those… pager numbers?” Dejun asked, leaning in over your shoulder to squint at the screen suspiciously. “On the second page. The first page are all three-digit comms extensions, presumably department heads and general-use areas, but this looks like a list of individual pager numbers.”
“They don’t look different than any old phone numbers, why would they be pager numbers?” Kun asked.
“Well, cell phones are entirely outdated with interstellar travel, but in the medical field, we still use pagers for quick communication within facilities. It doesn’t get clogged up with everything that’s in a HUD, they’re a cheap and efficient way to get short bursts of information from person-to-person. Medical facilities will usually set up their own short-range tower that’s only used by pagers issued by that facility to providers,” he explained. “The only thing on this planet is this facility, pagers solve intra-facility communication issues, and prevent anything from being sent out. Nowadays, ships don’t have receivers to pick up this kind of signal, if they even got close enough. They’d only be able to send messages from pager-to-pager here.”
“Everyone can talk to each other, but can’t send information to outsiders,” the captain paraphrased.
“Hold on a second,” Kunhang announced before abruptly leaving the room.
Everyone watched the door after him in confusion, occasionally looking around to see if anybody else was going to do something. You assumed the others who still had their helmets on could see what he was doing in their HUDs, as a couple let out noises of disgust, then a few moments later Kunhang burst through the door. He was triumphantly holding up a small grey rectangle, no bigger than the palm of his hand.
“Here!” He thrust it out towards Dejun. “Is this a pager?”
“I could’ve told you that without you pulling it off a dead body…” The doctor sighed, removing his own helmet before taking the small device into his hands anyway. As he turned it over, you saw several dark splotches on it. “Yes, this is a pager. They probably gave one to everyone working here.”
Your eyes quickly went back to the screen, to reread the list more closely this time. Nothing, again.
You went back to the chat window.
Y/N: Have you found anything else? We got stuck back in Robotics.
ZEN: No data in Synthetic Biology, Administrative, and Support. Facility still has files in it.
Y/N: What else is in there besides the directory?
ZEN: Maintenance history, blueprints of the entire facility, emergency protocols.
Y/N: What sorts of emergencies?
ZEN: Fire, severe surface weather, emergent stratospheric weather, alien invasion, human invasion. I can’t translate the final one.
Y/N: Pull it up.
With the first page of the mystery emergency protocol on the screen, you immediately realized that this gibberish must be in the code again, and went back to read the title again.
“Sun, cube, red, under, blue, blue, inside-of, noon, green. Scrubbing?” You squinted at the screen. “There’s no way this is a cleaning manual…”
Y/N: Scrubbing? Does that make sense with the rest of the document?
ZEN: It does not contain instructions for cleaning.
Y/N: What is in it?
ZEN: I do not believe I was equipped with many of these glyphs, and my algorithm is having trouble extrapolating reasonable suggestions for them without enough contextual words.
Y/N: You really just have a bunch of grammar and mostly food vocabulary, not a full dictionary. It’s okay, I’ll skim.
“You’re typing a lot,” Yangyang observed. “Is scrubbing good? Bad? What’s happening?”
“ZEN found the emergency protocols. There’s the usual stuff, though the addition of a ‘human invasion’ protocol at this human research facility is rather interesting,” you informed the others, scrolling to the next page of the document. “There’s one that he couldn’t translate the name of, though. He doesn’t have enough vocabulary to make any sense of the inside, either.”
“Scrubbing,” Kunhang determined. “And you said it’s not for cleaning? Maybe it’s like a hazmat thing?”
“No…” You shook your head, looking over just the headers. “This is definitely about… computers? Wait, and fire….?”
“Data,” Kun interrupted. “It’s about purging all classified data from a facility, digital and physical. That’s what scrubbing is.”
You all looked at each other knowingly. It was Kun who said what everyone was thinking, however.
“The Skippers interrupted the facility before they could finish scrubbing. The question is why they started the scrub in the first place.”
“It says here only two people can order a… scrub.” You read off the protocol stiltedly. “The… Sorry, give me a second.”
“Are you okay?” Kun had made his way to the front of the group, next to the chair you were in.
You pushed the heel of your palm against the space between your brows, squeezing your eyes shut. “Yeah, fine. It keeps switching back and forth between normal Outspacer and that code, it’s giving me a headache to read.”
“They probably used the code whenever there wasn’t a good Outspacer approximate for the word they wanted to use,” the Professor suggested, his voice rising with excitement. “It’s like… a pidgin of Outspacer and standard human with sneaky intelligence code thrown in. God, this is so fascinating!”
“Can ZEN or the Professor do the code?” Kun grabbed your shoulder, gently turning you away from the computer.
“I’d love to take a crack at it!” The Professor rubbed his hands together excitedly.
You let Kun usher you to your feet, and the Professor hurriedly took your seat. Dejun met you and Kun at the back of the group, a frown on his features.
“How’s the pain? Same kind as before?” The doctor asked.
“Yeah, same pressure,” you confirmed, still holding your head. “Not as bad, though.”
“I keep telling you and everyone else that you need to let your brain rest. And what do you do? Teach an AI a dead alien language, decode ciphers in said dead alien language…”
“Right. Sorry…”
“You can’t give her anything?” Kun questioned. “At least for the headache? She’ll rest tomorrow.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted. “It’s already going away. Save your supplies.”
“Y/N—”
“I don’t really have anything for minor bumps on me,” Dejun interrupted before Kun could escalate your bickering. “That’s back on the Vision. Just took the essentials down.”
“Admiral!” The Professor yelled out enthusiastically. “Only the Admiral, and the… Research Director can order a scrub.”
“Is that all it says? Just Admiral? Not Rear Admiral, or Vice Admiral, or Fleet Admiral?” Kun questioned.
“The Admiral, or an Admiral?” You added.
The Professor looked back at the screen as if double-checking his work. “Definitely the Admiral. I’m assuming that would be whichever one was overseeing this facility? Doesn’t give a name. And it’s just Admiral. But there’s two kinds of scrubs, actually. A partial and a full scrub.”
“What’s the point of a partial scrub?” Ten asked. “Why would you destroy only some confidential stuff, but not all of it? Isn’t the point to leave nothing behind?”
“Don’t know, but the partial scrub protocol only has them spare one thing.”
“Must be pretty damn important,” Kunhang commented. “What is it? A port-drive or something?”
“I doubt many of the personnel here had neural ports,” Dejun said. “They were scientists. I’ve only seen a couple on bodies since we’ve been here, and they were clearly soldiers.”
“Well? Does it say?” Yangyang prompted the Professor.
“Yeah, but it’s about as helpful as ‘Admiral’ was,” he sighed. “‘Proof of concept.’ A partial scrub preserves the proof of concept, with some of its own security protocols in place.”
“Proof of what concept? We don’t even know what they were trying to do here,” Dejun scoffed, rubbing a hand over his face.
Yangyang seemed interested again, though. “The proof of concept has its own security protocols? Is there any indicator if they’re internal or external? Like if it’s locked up somewhere, or if it might be… programmed into the proof itself?”
“No, it doesn’t say,” the Professor answered.
“What are you thinking, Liu?” Kun prompted the younger man.
“If it’s some kind of… robot, then they could program whatever security protocols they needed into it to make it secure for this partial scrub, without completely destroying all their years of work. But if it was… biological, it would probably need some kind of external security to not only prevent the wrong people from finding it, but also stop it from uh, escaping…”
“And what if it was a person-robot?” Ten replied.
The roboticist shook his head. “They just say proof of concept. That’s usually not anywhere close to the final product. I can’t imagine they actually made a person-robot, whatever that entails. After all, the ag bubble was still set for humans when we got here. And proofs of concept aren’t meant to be a fleshed-out prototype of the final product, either. They’re just supposed to test one or two functions of it and be thrown away after.”
“But this one was worth risking a security breach over,” Kun pinched the bridge of his nose. “Professor, in the full scrub protocol, does it say when the proof would be destroyed? First? Last?”
“Uhm…” He went back to the screen, scrolling and squinting at it for a moment before answering. “First.”
That garnered a few groans from the soldiers around you, but you saw the Professor suddenly perk up as he continued through the document.
“What is it?” You asked. “Something else?”
“That’s not the only difference between a partial and full scrub. The order’s different. I guess since a full scrub is a little more scorched-Earth and a partial scrub has to leave at least some kind of either digital or physical infrastructure for the proof… I think we can figure out if they were doing a partial or full scrub before the Skippers got here.”
“What’s the difference?”
“There’s a lot of things that happen simultaneously, Robotics destroying digital data while SynthBio destroys physical specimens…” The Professor hummed as he continued skimming. “But in a full scrub, the entire facility would be burned at once. In a partial, they only have directions to burn certain areas: the two labs, the Research Director’s office, places like that.”
“So there’s no individual fires in the full scrub?” Kun clarified. “It would all go up at once?”
“Yeah, just one big boom at the end.”
You all looked at each other knowingly, then at Kun expectantly.
“So they were doing a partial scrub,” he declared. “Which means we need to find that proof of concept.”
“We don’t know what it could even be, what it looks like, if it’s physical or digital,” Ten pointed out.
“It’s the best lead we’ve got. Has anybody seen anything out of the ordinary?”
“Uh… Everything?” Kunhang said pointedly.
“Very helpful, Wong, thank you,” the captain retorted. “Come on, guys, anything?”
“Was there anything in that safe room with Y/N?” Yangyang offered. “When you found her? Only survivor… might’ve taken the proof into the safe room with her.”
Kun immediately shot it down, “No.”
“Wong?” Ten focused on the other Marine. “You might’ve had a better… perspective than the captain. You see anything in there?”
“I don’t remember seeing anything, no,” he shook his head. “But it can’t hurt looking a second time. We’re going to have to search the entire place anyway, right, Captain?”
“Yeah, top to bottom,” Kun confirmed shortly. “Again.”
“Yippee…” Ten grumbled.
“But I want that entire document translated first, and for us to finish going through all of the files,” he added sternly. “We need to know everything we can about what we’ll even be looking for before we searching.”
“ZEN and I will get right on it,” the Professor nodded.
“And the rest of us are just going to… watch him read?” Kunhang asked.
Kun took his helmet off and set it down on a nearby counter. “Afternoon off. Congrats, don’t kill yourselves.”
The others started celebrating, Kunhang, Ten, and Yangyang already launching into discussions of what they’d do with the free time as they headed towards the exit. They stopped at the door as they seemed to notice that you, Kun, and Dejun hadn’t moved.
“Hey, you guys coming?” Kunhang called out. “I don’t think the Professor needs you three watching over his shoulder.”
“I figured I’d stay, in case he needed any help,” you admitted.
“No,” Kun shook his head. “You’re going to rest. Doctor’s orders, remember?”
“I won’t be the one translating, just in case he hits a snag with a glyph or something,” you argued.
“He’s got ZEN. Two of him, technically. If he really needs you, he’ll let those at the ag bubble know and you can come back.”
You let up with a huff. “Fine. Are you coming then, Kun? You haven’t reached for your helmet.”
“I will.”
“So you get to stay but I don’t?”
“Yes. Because Xiao hasn’t said I need to rest my injured brain.”
“But you—” You bit your tongue before you could bring up his enhancements. He raised his eyebrows almost in a challenge, and you simply narrowed your eyes at him. “I will come looking for you if you’re not back at the ag bubble in an hour.”
“I get a whole hour? How gracious.”
As you went to join the other guys by the door, you saw that Dejun was still in the same place. “Dejun, come on, not you too?”
“I’ll be there in less than an hour, swear it. Just need to talk to the captain about something,” your tentmate reassured you. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“Stop worrying about them, Y/N,” Yangyang ushered you towards the door. “I told you, Xiao hates fun, and the captain’s a workaholic.”
“The river’s fine for swimming, right?” Kunhang questioned, pulling the door open.
“We’ve been drinking from it, I would hope so,” Ten snorted, following after him.
“No, I mean, there’s nothing living it, right?”
“If there was, don’t you think we would’ve had a smoked salmon dinner at this point?” Ten and Wong’s voices faded away as the door closed behind the four of them, leaving just the Professor, the two ZEN fragments, Xiao, and the captain.
“What do you need, Xiao?” The captain questioned, leaning against a countertop.
The Professor was utterly locked into his task at the moment, and Captain Qian was used to seeing the civvie in such a state. Practically impossible to disturb, even by his own normal bodily needs—sleep, food, hygiene, it would all go to the wayside if he was allowed. So really, it felt like it was just him and Xiao. And ZEN, of course, but the AI’s constant presence was an unspoken fact of their lives at this point, so ingrained that he accepted that there was pretty much no privacy from ZEN at the end of the day, only from the other humans aboard the mission. Which was interesting as to why Xiao had picked this moment to get such privacy.
“Your deal, with Y/N,” Xiao began frankly.
“What about it? I’m getting the injections, figured you’d be thrilled,” the captain replied with a tilted head.
“I’m trying to figure out what you actually get out of it, Captain,” the lieutenant wagged a finger at him. “Because Y/N gets to give you your injections, which was a concern of hers, not yours; she gets to leave the ag bubble; and you didn’t even make her promise not to catch knives with her bare hands anymore.”
“She does stuff like that without thinking, it would’ve been pointless to make her promise not to do it anymore.”
“Which makes her a liability, Captain.”
“She’s an asset,” Captain Qian retorted.
“Because she can read Outspacer? She’s already taught ZEN and the Professor,” Xiao gestured to the man still at the computer pointedly.
“They’re not fluent.”
“Barely. And anything they don’t know, they can bring back to her. Like you just suggested.”
After the Professor, Xiao was the team member that the captain had known for the longest, he could tell that the doctor was slowly circling his actual argument. “What is your point, Xiao?”
“Is she really more of an asset than a liability?”
“I can’t afford to have one of you on babysitting duty every day.”
“We can switch out. Morning and afternoon shifts.”
The captain arched an eyebrow curiously as he studied the other man. “I figured you would’ve been one of the last people to be doing this. I thought you liked Y/N.”
“I do, which is why I don’t want her to do something worse than cut her palm,” Xiao sighed.
“I don’t either, but she told me quite plainly that she won’t stop.”
Xiao looked like he was about to pull his hair out. “Captain, a civilian tells you in no uncertain terms that they will endanger themselves and your mission, and you strike a deal to continue letting them?”
“She’s not… It was a judgment call, Xiao,” he declared sharply.
“And I’m still thinking about what you get out of the deal…” The doctor was pacing now, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Whenever she gets hurt, she has to go to you?”
Captain Qian shifted in place, stretching out his neck and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m the Captain, you’re all my responsibility—”
“Injured people are my responsibility. What do you get out of patching up a civvie every time she hurts herself?” Xiao scoffed.
“I need to know how often she’s—”
“You like her,” Xiao breathed out in realization, coming to a stop.
“Excuse me?”
“That’s the only way for that stupid deal to make sense. You actually like her as a person instead of her just being some civvie that’s in the way of the mission. So she can leave the ag bubble, but you still want one of us with her for protection. And when she does stupid things—which you’re smiling about right now, you like that about her—” Xiao pointed to the faint smile on the captain’s face victoriously, “—you want to personally make sure she’s okay after.”
The captain had regained control of his features, staring at his teammate neutrally. “Are you done?”
“No denial?”
“I’m not going to engage with your baseless speculation,” Captain Qian replied, his voice sounding unnaturally tight. “So if that’s all, then you can go.”
“Didn’t really sound like a no to me.” The doctor was grinning now.
“That would imply that your theory was something worth denying. Which I’ve already established, it isn’t.”
“Oh my god, you’re an awful liar, Captain,” Xiao peered at him, delight on his own features. “At least about this, because I know you’re way better on missions.”
“Since you’ve forced my hand…” he sighed, Xiao leaning forward to listen eagerly. “You’re dismissed. Formally. Officially. Goodbye.”
Xiao chuckled as he hoisted his own helmet back up and onto his head, meandering towards the exit. “Alright, alright. See you in a few, Captain.”
And that just left him, the ZENs, and the Professor. The captain rubbed his face with exasperation, turning his focus back towards the computer screen. The utter silence that he had been hoping for was short-lived, however.
“So… Y/N, huh?” The Professor asked, and despite the fact that his back was still to him, Captain Qian could hear the grin in his voice.
“Aren’t you supposed to be translating?” He snapped.
“I can multi-task.”
“And be slower than if you didn’t. So focus.”
You were sat by the riverside, dangling your feet into the cool water as Ten, Kunhang, and Yangyang all swam around. Dejun had come back some time ago, alone, and was sitting next to you as he continued reading On the Ethics of Robotics. You were straining your ears as you listened for the sound of the door of the ag bubble to open, occasionally looking over your shoulder at it.
“He’ll be here, Y/N,” Dejun stated after the fourth time you had glanced at the door. He hadn’t looked up from the text, but apparently could read your mind.
“It’s been fifty-two minutes,” you replied derisively. “According to Yangyang, he’s a workaholic, and according to you, he’s a stubborn, bad patient. Excuse me for doubting that he’ll be eagerly participating in taking an afternoon off. Especially when some of his crew is still working.”
“That’s all true. But you forgot one crucial part.”
“And what is that?”
Dejun flipped a page. “He told you he would.”
“He said he’d be here, at some point in time. I’m the one who put the hour-limit on him, which he didn’t exactly agree to.”
“And yet, he didn’t tell you no, either.” Your companion said, the corner of his mouth twitching, as if he found something amusing. You doubted there was anything in that treatise that was exceptionally humorous. “He’ll be here, Y/N.”
“Can I ask what you needed to talk to him about?”
“You can ask. But that’s a different question than if I’ll answer.”
“I just… wanted to know if it’s about—” You looked at the other three, thoroughly engrossed with trying to splash and dunk each other in ways that were definitely unfair to poor Yangyang, who lacked anywhere near the same combat experience that Ten and Kunhang had. You leaned over to whisper to Dejun, “—the enhancements. If he’s okay.”
Dejun let out a chuckle, as if any of this were funny. “No, it wasn’t about that. He’s quite alright.”
You were able to relax a little with this confirmation. “Okay. Thank you.”
“How’s your hand, by the way?”
“Oh, it’s fine. I don’t even think about it,” you said, flexing your injured palm. “Doesn’t hurt.”
“Good. You should ask Captain Qian to change your bandage tonight.”
You looked at the doctor next to you with confusion. “Why…? But you’re… You were just ranting about how you’re the doctor here, not him.”
“Like you said, it’s just a cut. Don’t need an MD to change a bandage. Captain’s perfectly capable for something like that.”
“I suppose. But what’s with the change of heart of all of a sudden?”
“I have a feeling he’ll want to check on you personally, even if I were to change your bandage now. No point in changing it just for him to reapply a fresh one in a couple more hours anyway.”
It was then that you heard the front door to the ag bubble open, and you snapped your head around to look. You immediately recognized Kun by his gait, before he even took his helmet off.
“Fifty-four minutes…” You muttered to yourself.
“Told you,” Dejun said in a sing-song voice.
You continued watching as Kun disappeared into his tent, zipping it shut behind him. After a couple minutes, he reemerged, out of his armor and in his usual casual clothes. Instead of joining you and the others by the riverside, you frowned as you watched him take off on the trails between the crops, in the opposite direction from you all.
With a frown, you scrambled to your feet, giving the doctor a distracted goodbye as you went off after Kun. It didn’t take you very long to catch up to him as you cut through the grass as you made a beeline towards him.
“Hey,” you called out when you got close enough to him.
“Hey,” he replied over his shoulder, not slowing down or stopping for you.
“What are you doing?”
“Going on a walk.”
“Can I— Can I walk with you?”
He abruptly stopped and pivoted on his heel, turning to you curiously. You skidded to a stop in front of him.
“Why do you want to?” He questioned.
“So you don’t have to answer that question, but I do?”
“Just curious.” He shrugged, then jerked his head in invitation before he started walking again. “I won’t make you answer. It would be a bit hypocritical of me.”
“So how’s it going? The translation?” You easily kept up with his much more meandering pace now.
“The Professor seemed to be enjoying himself.”
“Anything useful? About what the proof of concept is? Or otherwise?”
“Not that he said. But he’s not very talkative when he gets like that.”
“Oh, okay.”
After a few moments of silence, Kun spoke again, “I’m sorry about this morning. It was… I had no good reason to not answer your perfectly reasonable question. I was just caught off-guard. I shouldn’t have been so abrasive about it.”
“Well, thank you. For apologizing.”
“The truth is, I don’t know why I wanted to walk with you. It wasn’t any sort of suspicion, I just saw you going and wanted to go with you. Nothing more.”
“Oh.” You looked down at your feet, once again struggling to not let it immediately go to your head. “I can understand that. When I saw you start walking, I wanted to go too.”
He smiled in just the slightest. “And here we are.”
“Would you mind telling me more about Dura-Jil?” You asked hesitantly.
“Why are you so curious about Dura-Jil?”
“I suppose… I’m curious about you. And where you came from,” you admitted quietly. “And you talk about it so fondly, it’s nice to see you not stressing about what’s going on right now.”
“You know, this really isn’t fair,” he shook his head with a chuckle. “You can ask me all sorts of stuff, but you never have to tell me any embarrassing childhood stories.”
“I didn’t ask specifically for embarrassing ones!” You protested. “And I would tell you if I could remember!”
“That’s okay, I’ll supply the nostalgia for now.” Kun looked up ahead, eyes seemingly focused on one area in particular. “We had to get all of our food imported from Earth. We had no farms, no ag bubbles, nothing. That was the first thing smuggled in, really. Food. Specialty stuff, higher-quality stuff than what was usually imported. I still remember the first time I had a strawberry.”
It was then that you saw what he was looking at, a strawberry field that was growing closer and closer.
“I… don’t remember ever having a strawberry,” you stated. “How old were you? The first time you had a strawberry?”
“The actual fruit, nine or ten. I’m pretty sure we’d gotten our hands on strawberry jam before that, though.” He stopped at the edge of the field, the plants nearby all dotted with bright red fruit. “My mom tried growing her own plant from some of the seeds, but as soon as she had to move the seedling outdoors, the climate froze it dead.”
Kun deftly plucked a handful of strawberries off the plant, and offered the gleaming rubies out towards you. You accepted one, then he took one into his other hand by the leaves, bringing it up to his mouth. You followed his lead, taking a bite. The bright, tart, sweetness was a pleasant surprise, and you decided that you quite liked strawberries, too.
“Ooh, that’s good,” Kun commented, dropping the uneaten leaves back onto the soil. “My dad built my mom a greenhouse, a small one, in our backyard. Took a little figuring out, but she could finally garden.”
“That’s really sweet of him,” you said, taking another strawberry as it was offered to you.
“Yeah, whenever I think about what love is, I think about that.”
You bit into the strawberry, looking at him curiously as he took another handful of strawberries off the plant. “How often are you contemplating what love is?”
He once again held his hand out for you to pick from first, then grabbed one of his own. “Comes and goes. Not often, as of late.”
“Been focused on the mission?”
“Trying.”
At that cryptic answer, you decided to try another question, “Do your parents still live on Dura-Jil?”
Kun once again dropped his discarded leaves into the soil, this time nudging some dirt over them with the toe of his boot. “They’re dead.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You bit your lip, wanting to kick yourself.
“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”
“For that, yes. But I’m also just… sorry. For your loss.”
“Even if you don’t get your memories back, I’ll make sure we do everything we can to get you back to… whoever’s missing you. Your family, your friends,” he said strongly, clasping his hands behind his back.
You looked up ahead, at the far end of the strawberry patch. “What if… What if it turns out that I don’t have anyone? That nobody’s waiting for me?”
“There will be somebody,” Kun assured you. “People like you don’t disappear unnoticed.”
“People like me?” You echoed curiously.
He started down the trail again, and you followed. “I didn’t see your name, on the directory.”
“So you were looking too,” you sighed, accepting the change in topic. It was something that had been nagging at you as well.
“You almost sound disappointed.”
“I just want answers. Good or bad,” you groaned. “All we know is that I didn’t have a personal comms extension, and didn’t have a pager.”
“Xiao said they would’ve given every employee a pager,” he reminded you gently.
“All we have is a lack of evidence of me being an employee. That doesn’t equal proof that I was… something else.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think we’re ever going to find proof of anything.”
“That’s my fear as well.”
“With no intent to stress your brain… Nothing feels any more familiar than the first day?”
“No. I mean, there’s the stuff I remember from, you know, the past few days. But nothing feels even vaguely familiar. No déjà vu, nothing.” You inhaled deeply. “I either know something or I don’t. There’s no grey area.”
“That must be terrifying.”
“I was shook up that first day, yeah. But right now I’m less concerned with the past and more with the future. You know, what I’m going to do from here.”
“I told you, we’ll help you.”
“I know, you said the UHN has programs—”
“No, we’ll help you, Y/N. We’re not going to just to abandon you as soon as we get back to Earth. Not until we know you’re good.”
“Thanks, Kun.” You offered him a genuine smile. “I… I guess I’m just worried about what to do. Who I want to be. I don’t really know if you guys can help much with that. I think that part’s on me.”
“Do you think you know everything about me and the kind of person I am?”
“Uhm, no?”
“You’ve only known yourself for as long as you’ve known me. You can’t expect to know exactly who you are yet. Or anytime soon.”
“Thank you.” You watched as Kun rolled out one of his shoulders uncomfortably, clearly trying to readjust something in his back. You furrowed your brows with concern; it seemed as though the injection from last night was starting to wear off. “How’s the pain?”
“Manageable,” he replied briskly, face relaxing again. But you knew it was practiced, rehearsed—a cover.
“Kun.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I wish you’d be kinder to yourself,” you sighed. “Honestly, this tough guy thing you think you have to do, it’s just… pathetic.”
He slowed your walk to a stop, eyes widened minutely as he blinked at you. “You really think I’m pathetic?”
“A soldier who won’t ask for help when they need it isn’t brave, they’re reckless and stupid,” you said frankly. “And yes, I think this entire charade you do when you’re hurting is pathetic. Pain has never made anyone stronger, healing it does. I don’t know if you think it’ll make you look weak to your crew, or that you don’t deserve to feel better, or if it’s something else—but you don’t have to do all this around me.”
There was a stretch of silence as he took a steady inhale, and you met his gaze unwaveringly. Kun looked down at the ground, then back up at you. There was a slight wince on his face, and you were unsure if it was from pain, shame, or perhaps both. “Do you mind if we sat? My back…”
“Of course, Kun.” You nodded, letting him lead the way over to a grassy patch under a tree in a nearby orchard.
Kun let out a soft but noticeable, appreciative groan as he sat down. Looking up above you two, you spotted oranges among the green foliage along the branches.
“Do you know why there’s no clouds?” He questioned. “In the ag bubble? It’s a pocket dimension; I figure between the plants and the river, the water cycle should still be working.”
“Well there’s no Sun, so that��s a big piece of the water cycle missing,” you pointed out humorously. “Ag bubbles carefully regulate the atmosphere, including the water vapor. Since the fields self-water depending on the needs on the individual crops, it’d be a little inconvenient for it to also rain.”
“And it’s a perfect, mild spring day every day.”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “It is.”
“I know the guys are glad to stretch their legs without getting shot at. The Vision is a bit cramped, and we’re only off it for missions.”
“Sounds like an eventful deployment so far.”
“Very.”
You looked over at Kun leaning back against the trunk, his eyes closed for a moment. A soft breeze kicked up a few strands of his dark brown hair. You didn’t think you’d even seen him so relaxed, and you found yourself strangely happy that he felt like he could rest like this around you, even if it was partially coerced.
“Why did you join the UHN?” You asked, unable to contain your curiosity about him as usual.
“Hm?” He made a questioning noise, raising his eyebrows without opening his eyes.
“Why did you leave Dura-Jil and join the UHN?”
“Wanted to help Earth and humanity. Stars in my eyes, you know?”
You tilted your head curiously. “People from the colonies aren’t exceptionally fond of Earth. Especially those who had never even been there, and especially ones from Dura-Jil. Why would you want to fight for a planet you had never seen?”
He chuckled, and you got the distinct feeling that you weren’t in on the joke. “I—” He cut himself off, eyes opening as he sat up straight, gaze landing sharply on a spot in the distance as he seemed to be listening for something you couldn’t hear. “Okay. Yeah, got it, Professor. We’ll see you in a few.”
“Is everything okay?” You questioned, watching as Kun went to stand.
“The Professor and ZEN have hit a snag in the translation. It’s too much to bring back on the tablet, so come on, we’re heading back out.”
You stood as well, but didn’t follow him as he turned to go. He stopped and turned back to look at you, but whatever question he was about to ask you got cut short as he twisted in such a way that made him wince.
“You should rest, Kun.” You crossed your arms. “One of the others can go with me.”
He took a deep breath, then nodded. “See if Xiao can go. The others were swimming, it’ll take them longer to get back into their armor.”
“Got it. You go rest. I’ll bring you mess along with the med-pods tonight.”
“I can’t be lazing in my tent all day and have food delivered to me,” he snorted. “The crew will think I’m on my deathbed.”
“You could tell them what’s going on. Would that be the heat death of the Universe?”
“No, but—”
“If one of your crew was injured, would you want them to be doing what you’re doing right now? Leaving you in the dark? Refusing rest and treatment?” You asked steadily. “Or would you call them an idiot and send them to their tent?”
“You’ve called me pathetic and an idiot in less than ten minutes, you know?”
“I’ll call you a pathetic idiot if that’ll convince you to go lay down.”
Kun’s eyes crinkled as he laughed, hard. When he’d caught his breath, he held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll go rest for a bit.”
The two of you finally started walking back towards the camp, soon coming upon the others still hanging out by the water. Kun lifted a hand in farewell to you and casual greeting to his crew as he kept walking, and you watched him until he eventually disappeared into his tent.
“Y/N!” Kunhang called from the water.
“Yeah?” You replied, not bothering to sit or get comfortable.
“What was so funny?” He paddled closer to the edge you were standing at. “We’ve never heard the captain laugh like that.”
“Oh, uh, I called him a pathetic idiot,” you said with a shrug.
Everyone’s heads whipped around to look at you. Ten then turned a mischievous grin on Yangyang. “You’ve got to try that.”
“My parents paid good money for braces for me as a kid, I’m not going to disrespect their investment,” Yangyang retorted.
As the three in the water began bickering and teasing and taunting each other again, you turned your focus down to the doctor still on the shore. “Professor and ZEN need some help. You mind going with me, Dejun?”
“Sure.” Dejun snapped his book shut. “Give me a second to put my armor back on. Then you can tell me how you got away with insulting the captain to his face.”
That night, everyone was back at camp. The Professor was still messing around with a few series of glyphs on his tablet that he wanted to try on his own before letting you reveal the translation to him. The document on scrubbing was fully translated, and the ZEN fragment in the facility computer would continue going through the remaining files through the night. The scrubbing procedures didn’t really have any extra clues about the proof of concept that you could decipher, but it was worth a shot.
As the Professor tried out the glyphs, Yangyang and Dejun seemed to be discussing the book that the doctor had been borrowing from the younger man, as Dejun held it in his hand and they had a rather impassioned conversation in one corner of camp. You, Ten, and Kunhang were cooking dinner. And by that, you mean Ten and Kunhang were cooking dinner and you were watching them, as they had officially banned you from being near sharp objects while your hand healed. And you noticed that Ten was the one cutting ingredients tonight, not Kunhang.
“So why is there no meat here?” Kunhang asked you. “Ag bubbles can keep livestock too. Why not here?”
“I… don’t know,” you confessed. “I mean, technically ag bubbles don’t need to have livestock, since the crops can be modified to meet all nutritional requirements without the need for meat. Preference?”
“You think the Research Director was a vegan or something?”
Ten snorted incredulously as soon as the words were out of his teammate’s mouth. “Anybody who can do… whatever the hell what happening here also being a vegan would be painfully ironic.”
You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you remembered the conversation you’d overheard just yesterday morning. Impulsively, you looked down at your own hands, as if expecting to see them literally covered in blood, any sort of evidence of the sins they think you might have committed. You must have committed.
“How’s your hand?” Ten asked, clearly having seen the motion.
“It’s fine,” you brushed it off, putting both your appendages down and looking back up at the two Marines. “Do you guys think I worked here?”
Kunhang at least seemed a bit taken aback by the question, looking at Ten awkwardly for some kind of cue, as his buddy raised an eyebrow at you curiously.
“Do you think you worked here?”
“I-I don’t know. Nothing’s familiar.”
“We don’t have any proof you did anything, Y/N,” Ten said plainly. “All we know is that you were here when we got here. You’re not wearing a lab coat, you don’t have a neural port, you apparently didn’t have a pager.”
Kunhang picked up from Ten’s implicit conclusion, “You’ve been pretty cool since we found you. I think if you did work here, you’d be a lot more stuck up. Never met a UHN scientist without a bit of an ego.”
“And by ego, you mean God complex.”
“That too.”
You smiled faintly at their assessment. “Thanks. I don’t know how much of this is me or the amnesia, but…”
“It’s you now,” Ten shrugged.
“Soup’s on!” Kunhang suddenly announced to the entire camp.
As servings started being passed out to everyone who had swarmed the station, you accepted one as it was handed to you, then there was one dish left. The others looked around with confusion, realizing exactly who was missing as all their gazes turned in the direction of Kun’s tent.
“Is the captain… napping?” Kunhang hazarded a guess.
“No way that man takes naps,” Yangyang shook his head furiously. “Maybe he didn’t hear you? ZEN? Did you accidentally isolate his comms?” And almost immediately, followed it up with, “Oh my god, of course, my bad, I’m sorry. You would never make a mistake like that, you’re in Kunhang’s neural port, you know exactly who he wants to be talking to.”
“Is he okay?” The Professor asked aloud as well, presumably to ZEN, the only one of you who would have real-time information on that sort of thing. “Oh. Well should we… go get him?”
You picked up the extra bowl. “I’ve got it.”
Without another word, you headed off towards Kun’s tent. The front flap was down, but unzipped, and you stopped just outside to call out to him.
“Kun? Can I come in?” You requested.
“Yeah.” Came his short reply.
You ducked your head as you stepped in, careful to shield the food from the tarp as you entered. You had already grabbed the disinfecting wipe two med-pods from Dejun before starting the food prep with Ten and Kunhang, so you wouldn’t need to duck back out for those. Kun was laying on his back on his cot, which you were honestly surprised about. He started slowly sitting up as you approached, and once he seemed settled, you handed his food to him, then pulled up your usual container seat.
“Thank you,” he said, leaning his elbows on his knees.
“Did you actually stay in here the whole time?” You inquired, picking up your first bite on your utensil. “While I was gone?”
“I felt like I was going crazy, but yes.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “You should borrow Yangyang’s book next. Dejun seems to be enjoying it.”
“His robotics textbook?” Kun clarified doubtfully.
“It’s on roboethics. And what else are you going to do?”
“Good point.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But hopefully, I won’t have civvie-mandated bed rest again and need entertainment.”
“Depends on how you do with two med-pods, and how soon you get tuned up.” You pointed your utensil at him accusatorily. “You should rest while you can. You’ll be useless to your crew if you’re in even worse shape somewhere more dangerous than here.”
“Noted. So you, ZEN, and the Professor are almost done with the scrubbing protocol?”
“Technically, we’re done. But it was so close to mess that the Professor asked if I could let him try some of the last sections by himself tonight before giving him the real translation in the morning.”
“Anything useful for searching for the proof of concept?”
“Not that I could tell,” you sighed. “It just kept talking about preserving it, nothing about if that was in a physical location, or digital. And Yangyang said that a proof of concept could be proving any tiny facet of the final product, so we have no clue what this thing could be. Could be a single circuit for all we know.”
“It’d be something groundbreaking. Something worth risking a security breach.”
“And what does groundbreaking look like, exactly?”
“Yeah, that’s the problem, huh?”
“Mm-hm.” You had finished your food, and set it aside as Kun had a couple more bites left of his. “I think the organic material that Dejun found will be interesting, once he can analyze it on the Vision.”
“If there’s enough,” Kun added, also putting his empty plate down.
You started reaching into your pockets for your supplies, “Lie down.”
He reached for your bandaged hand. “Let me see your hand.”
You held it away from him. “Your injections—”
“I’m not avoiding,” he promised. “I’ll take care of you, then you can take care of me, okay?”
After a beat, you relented. “Alright.”
Kun began unwrapping the bandages as precisely as he had wound them in the first place, slowly revealing the gauze underneath. He left that as he reached over to grab his canteen, preparing to rinse the cut again. As he peeled the gauze off, you saw his eyes widen as you felt your own take it in as well. The gauze itself was stained with dark red blood, but your skin was fully mended, no open wound, no scabbing, not even a scar.
“What the fuck?” He breathed out, pure bewilderment in his tone.
You weren’t sure what to say, well aware that wasn’t supposed to happen. “Uh—”
“Wiggle your fingers,” he instructed, and you did so. “Does that hurt?”
“No.” It felt normal, no pain, no residual issues from having a knife go into the skin and muscle.
“Make a fist.”
You curled your fingers into a loose fist, then a tighter one when you realized it didn’t hurt.
“That hurt?” Kun asked again.
“No.”
He took your hand, pressing one of his thumbs into your previously-injured palm, hard. “That?”
“Nothing. It… It feels fine.”
He let you go, still looking down at your hand that you were hovering in between the two of you, unsure. “Maybe you’re part-Phaser?”
“My eyes aren’t silver, are they?” You moved your gaze up to his questioningly. “I feel like you guys would’ve mentioned that…”
“No, they’re not.” He shook his head. “Maybe it’s like… your great-grandma was a Phaser or something.”
“…I don’t know.”
“I’m going to wrap this up again,” Kun declared, grabbing a fresh piece of gauze and bandage.
“Why?”
His brow was set, face serious and tone level as he addressed you, “This is between us, do you understand?”
“I… Okay.” You nodded, swallowing down all your questions, most of which Kun couldn’t even answer. “Thank you.”
After Kun had finished bandaging up your perfectly fine palm, he dutifully laid back down, this time on his front, for you to administer the first of the med-pods. As you disinfected the injection site, you once again felt a strange sense of urgency to talk to him as much as you could, ask him as many questions as possible while you had this uninterrupted, strangely personal-feeling time with him.
“Do you like me?”
Kun immediately shot up to his elbows, and you could see the muscles in his back tense with the movement then stay tensed. “ZEN, stop eavesdropping.” A moment later, he looked upwards as he rolled his eyes at nothing. “Yeah, I know you’re in my neural port, don’t make me take you out of there. I said blackout my mic, including to you.”
You looked at him with mild alarm. You’d never been entirely alone with any crew member of the Vision, you knew that ZEN was always there, and knowing that it now really was just you and Kun only added to the odd feeling of intimacy you had about the situation.
He now turned his focus to you, looking at you over his shoulder. “Excuse me?”
“Like, as a person?” You tacked on some clarification. “I’m still trying to figure out who I am, and the others have said stuff like that—”
“Like what, exactly?”
“That they like having me around, or consider me a friend of some sort. I don’t know, I’m trying to figure out if I’m likeable.”
“Word of advice, Y/N.” He settled back down. “Don’t try to define yourself by how other people think of you. It’s never going to end well.”
“I’ll… take that under advisement, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” You positioned the first med pod.
“Does it matter?”
“Not for that, no.”
“For something else?”
You clicked the button, beginning the first injection. “Your refusal to answer is rather frustrating.”
“Your insistence that I answer is fascinating.”
“I’m getting a strange sense of déjà vu right now…” You snorted, thinking about your pointless little argument over him wanting to walk with you.
“You questioned my motives for wanting to walk with you, I’m questioning yours for asking me that question. Is that unfair?”
“I only know six people. Seven including ZEN,” you pointed out frankly. “So excuse me for maybe being a little nervous about whether or not those six people dislike me.”
He paused for too long to be comfortable before answering. “No, I don’t dislike you.”
“Not an affirmative.”
“Y/N, you’re afraid that I’m being polite? That I’ve just been tolerating you this whole time?”
“Yes, I suppose.”
“Do I seem like a man who would waste so much of my time on niceties?”
“Well… no.”
“There you go. Seven out of seven, congrats,” he said dryly.
“ZEN likes me?” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you took the now-empty med pod off his back and grabbed the next one.
“He can’t hear us right now, but if he could, he’d agree with me.”
“Thanks, Kun.”
“I don’t know what that says for your general likeability that all of us like you, though.”
“That’s alright. You’re the only seven people I know.”
The next morning, everyone split up to look for the proof of concept. Just as you’d thought, the rest of the manual had given no more clues to its whereabouts, form, or purpose, and ZEN hadn’t found any new information in the computer to assist you either.
You were with Kun and Ten in the employee quarters, searching every nook and cranny you could for anything that seemed to be of importance. Either a fair amount of stuff had already been removed, or the employees didn’t have very many personal belongings to begin with. Often, you could only tell if someone had been living in a room if something was slightly askew, a bedsheet out of place, desk chair not pushed in all the way, lamp light left on. There was no personal memorabilia like pictures or knickknacks in any of the rooms you searched through, and you wondered to yourself if they had no family to bring a picture of, or if they couldn’t for some reason. The barren, muted grey walls were discouraging, but you still kept a secondary search going in the back of your mind, waiting to see if anything would spark some familiarity. If you could find your own quarters, maybe.
As you looked under someone’s bed, Kun went through the small dresser, and Ten rummaged around in their desk. The staff sergeant let out an incredulous noise, making you look over at him as he held up a small paperback book for you and Kun to see.
“Frankenstein,” he announced. “Bit on the nose, isn’t it?”
“Do you not like robots, Ten?” You asked curiously as he tossed the book onto the desk and went back to searching.
“Robots are fine, AI is fine. I don’t like the idea of people-robots,” he clarified. “I like all of those things—robots, AI, humans—to be very distinct from each other. Instead of worrying about turning into Victor Frankenstein, I think humanity should be worrying about turning into Icarus.”
“Icarus?”
“Old myth from an ancient Earth civilization. Icarus was a human who had wax wings built for him. He flew too close to the Sun, they melted, and he fell into the sea and died. It’s a lesson about hubris.”
“Unless they hollowed out the book to hide something in there, I don’t really care,” Kun interrupted sternly.
“No, I’ve got nothing,” Ten responded.
“Me too,” you sighed, standing back up.
“Next room, then,” Kun declared with little fanfare.
At camp that afternoon, the three teams had comparable results: Nothing. No proof of concept, or anything more interesting than the random book Ten had found.
The Professor, Yangyang, and ZEN were finishing up the secondary task you all had for today, marking off the dead employees from the comms directory, and the rest of you started on your evening chores.
“Done!” The Professor announced, drawing in the rest of the crew to gather around. “And uh, Y/N isn’t the only survivor.”
Nervous murmurs erupted around you, and you started at the Professor with wide eyes.
“W-Who?” You stammered out, your mind racing immediately.
“The Research Director, Dr. Yoon. He’s not here. Everyone else on the directory is accounted for, and we have no unidentified humans.”
“What do we know about him?” Ten addressed the group as a whole.
“Not much,” Yangyang spoke up. “Civilian only on technicality. He’s worked for the UHN for the past 40 years as a researcher. Everything else on him is classified since ZEN’s fragment has a lower clearance by default.”
“If he was here, then whatever he was doing was much worse than the rumors,” Kun interjected coarsely, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You know this guy?” The roboticist asked him, clearly surprised.
“Heard of him. At the UHN from other officers. I thought he was… retired. I suppose a guy like that couldn’t ever retire, though.”
“UHN probably told everyone he retired so they could send him out here for this super secret, super illegal experiment,” Ten suggested.
“Yeah, probably,” Kun agreed, his voice still short as his face didn’t lose the troubled look that had overtaken it since the Professor stood up.
“Don’t feel too bad, Captain, you probably weren’t even a Lieutenant back then, and it would’ve been need to know. Way above your head at the time,” Kunhang said, going to pat him on the shoulder, but one hard gaze from the captain stopped his hand in midair.
“We’re done here,” Kun declared, stepping back from the group.
“Alright, cool, before we break, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Kunhang questioned.
“I mean we’re done here. On Aegeum. We’ve gotten everything we need. Be ready to leave the surface after mess tomorrow morning,” he turned away sharply.
Ten called after him, “Wait, Cap—”
“Dismissed.” Kun tossed back over his shoulder, taking off from camp with a fast stride.
“And he’s gone.” Ten sighed, then looked around at all of you, who were equally dumbfounded. “What the hell?”
You were still watching after Kun’s quickly retreating figure as the others erupted into uncertain chatter. Some were still discussing the other survivor, while others were elatedly discussing finally getting off of Aegeum and where they’d go next.
“Sorry, excuse me, guys,” you excused yourself hastily, rushing off in the direction you saw Kun go.
You found him by the river, on a rockier patch of shoreline. He threw a rock at an angle towards the water, the stone immediately breaking the surface and sinking. The captain silently picked up another, casting it harshly into the river.
You stopped a fair distance away as you hesitantly called out, “Kun?”
“Yes?” He didn’t look back at you, just picked up another rock.
“Do you want to be alone?”
Another throw, plop, and sink. “You can stay.”
“Thanks.” You approached, keeping some space between you. “Who is Dr. Yoon, really?”
He turned over the rock in his hand before sharply throwing it at the water, creating a spray around it as it violently broke the surface on its way under. “He was the head of the program I was put in, at the UHN.”
“With the skeletal enhancements.”
“I thought he was dead. He was supposed to be dead.”
“How… did he supposedly die?”
“Skipper raid on the facility he was working at. Entire building was destroyed. No survivors.” He stated, though his voice was hard. “Or so I thought. I should’ve known the Devil wouldn’t have gone like that.”
“But somehow he ended up here.”
“Yeah…” He replied bitterly. Grabbing another stone, he motioned you closer. “Come here.”
“Huh?” You stayed in place as you tried to comprehend the sudden shift in conversation.
“I’m going to teach you how to skip a rock.”
“No offense, but you haven’t actually skipped a single rock while we’ve been standing here.”
“Trust me.”
“How do you know I don’t already know how to skip a rock?”
“How do you know that you do?” He replied with an eyebrow arched.
“…Alright, teach me how to skip rocks,” you relented, stepping towards him.
Kun stood behind you as you took the rock in your own hand.
“Okay, so first, you want to hold it like this.” He used both of his hands to readjust the positioning of your hand and fingers on the stone. “And you’ve got to stand like this.” He made some minute corrections to the alignment of your shoulders, hips, and arm holding the rock. Then, his hand was wrapping around the back of yours that held the rock, gently guiding it through a demonstration of the throw arc. “And you want to kind of swing, flick, release it out there, and follow through.”
“And are all of your rock skipping lessons this… interactive?” You questioned, turning your head towards the side where he was looking over your shoulder.
“Are you going to do it?” He asked, returning your slight teasing tone.
You wound your arm back, then did just as he’d shown you, swing, flick, release, and follow through. The rock skipped across the surface three times before sinking.
“Huh. You’re a pretty good teacher, Kun.”
“And here you were just questioning my methods.”
“Not their efficacy, just how often you implement them.” You looked back at him again, where he hadn’t moved from his instructional position. You hadn’t been close to the captain like this before, but you didn’t really mind.
“You’re a special case,” he murmured, meeting your gaze steadily. You found yourself holding your breath, watching as his eyes flicked down, then he suddenly stepped back.
Your back felt oddly cool as you turned to face him. Scrambling for another topic, you found yourself thinking about what else he had said at the very short status meeting. “So tomorrow we leave.”
“I want you to stay with us,” he said, taking you by surprise. “We don’t know enough about what was going on here, and with Dr. Yoon in the wind… We can’t—I can’t just leave you on Earth alone.”
“We’ve never known what was going on here, and you had never mentioned not taking me to UHN Main,” you pointed out calmly. “It’s Dr. Yoon, isn’t it?”
“The program I was in wasn’t just some skeletal enhancements and nice armor,” he admitted, sitting in the neighboring grass just a couple steps away.
“What else…?” You followed, sitting down next to him.
“I left Dura-Jil when I was fifteen, for the program.”
“You can’t enlist until you’re eighteen.”
“Didn’t enlist, I was selected, along with a bunch of others.” He said the word ‘selected’ with a hint of irony. “I was one of the oldest. We were supposed to save humanity, after some training, and a few… modifications. My age was probably why my body had a harder time acclimating to the modifications. I could only take the first round of skeletal enhancements, brainstem neural port, and cardiopulmonary augmentation.” He turned his head and parted some of his hair, letting you see the small port at the base of his skull. “Neural ports aren’t unheard of at the UHN—Wong and Ten have them, but theirs are situated higher up, since implantation in the brainstem is much riskier. But we had a special purpose, and they needed access to the brainstem for ours. It was the second round of skeletal enhancements that almost crippled me.”
“Almost?” You echoed, thinking of how well he seemed, aside from the degradation of his skeletal enhancements.
“Most of us who didn’t make it through either died or were beyond repair. Admiral Lee picked me back up, put me back together, and let me enroll in the Academy to join as an officer.”
“As in… Admiral Lee, the head of Intelligence?”
“Yes. Though, back then, he was only Vice Admiral.”
“Learning that not everyone wants the same kind of life… Were you talking about the life that the program had prescribed for you? Or the one that Admiral Lee gave you?”
“All of it, I think,” he let out a cynical chuckle.
“And what kind of life do you want now? For yourself?”
“Y/N…” He turned his focus from where it had been on the river to you. “I didn’t tell you all of that as a heart-on-my-sleeve, vulnerable moment. You deserve to know that I’m not entirely human.”
“Is that really how you feel? Inhuman?”
He sighed, looking down at himself. “There are parts of me that are… manufactured. Irrevocably altered. I don’t think I remember how it felt before I was like this.”
“So what do you think you are, then? If not human?” You asked curiously.
“I think Liu would classify me as a cyborg?”
“I didn’t ask what Yangyang would classify you as. I asked what you think you are.”
“I’m… something else,” he determined, voice hollow.
“Kun…”
“Hm?” He gazed over at you.
“Thank you for telling me. I do care, about all of that. Because it’s you, it’s about you, part of who you are, whether you think that’s for better or for worse. But that doesn’t make you any less in my eyes,” you said sincerely.
“Any less human?”
“Any less… you. Don’t you get it? That’s what I care about, not your alleged humanity, or lack thereof.”
“When Admiral Lee told me Dr. Yoon was dead, I celebrated,” he said with a cold kind of humor.
“I think that’s warranted.”
“Not because a bad man who had done bad things to me and other kids was dead. But because—because finally, the part of me that still wanted to make him proud had died with him.”
“Kun… I’m going to tell you something that I think you already know. Just because he played a part in how your body physically developed, does not mean that he made you the man that you are now. You are not his creation, or even Admiral Lee’s. You are your own person, whole and complete. A sum of all the parts, everything you’ve been through, and everything you’ve learned. But you. Not anybody else.” You placed a hand on his forearm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You do not owe that man anything.”
He looked down at your hand. “I don’t think I ever want you to remember…”
“What?”
“Knowing that he might’ve… to you. I think it might be better for you to never remember.” Kun slowly put his hand over yours.
“Oh…”
“What are we doing, Y/N?”
You looked around uncertainly. “Uh… sitting?”
“Why are you sitting with me right now? Instead of starting mess with everyone else back at camp?”
“Because I’d rather be here than there. Is that hard to believe?”
“No. I just…” He breathed out, looking down at your connected hands. “I can’t promise you any sort of normal life. Or anything, really. Other than me.”
“I wouldn’t really know what a normal life is. I have a feeling that I wasn’t exactly living one before this, either,” you pointed out. “That’s all I can offer, too. Myself.”
“That’s more than enough.”
“And so are you.” You reassured him. “So? Will you let us…?”
He swallowed, then nodded. “Sure, yes.”
“Thank you,” you said quietly, scooting closer to him.
“There will be no way to keep this from the others,” he cautioned.
“Just how many warnings are you going to try to scare me off with before you realize I don’t care?”
“I was stating a fact.”
“It was the way you said it, how you looked at me. Like you expected me to leave,” you frowned.
“It should’ve at least given you pause. All of this should’ve,” he shook his head, carefully taking his arm back to loop it around your shoulders.
“And yet it didn’t.”
The two of you were quiet for another moment, then you heard Kun scoff under his breath.
“Yeah, ZEN?” He addressed the AI tersely. “Fine, you can patch him through... What do you need, Wong? Yeah, we’ll be there in a minute.”
“Soup’s on?” You guessed.
“Yeah…” He sighed, not making a move to leave yet.
“Do you… want to go?”
“In a minute.”
By the time you got back to camp, the others were already sat around the campfire with their dishes, though it looked like they hadn’t started eating yet.
“There you are!” The Professor waved to the two of you as soon as he saw you. “Thought we were going to have to send a search party or something.”
“We had to walk all the way back here,” Kun said plainly, grabbing both of the extra dishes from the food prep station and handing you one. “You all could have started without us.”
“ZEN said you were only—” Yangyang got cut off by Ten elbowing him in the side. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Thanks for waiting,” you opted not to address whatever that was, sitting down in the single large gap left between Dejun and the Professor, in the spot closer to your tentmate.
“So what’s the next destination, then, Captain?” Ten inquired. “Dropping Y/N off at UHN Main for debriefing?”
“Oh, shit, yeah.” Kunhang shook his head. “It’s weird, I got so used to you being here, Y/N. Kind of forgot you weren’t actually one of us.”
“Yeah, we’ll miss you,” Dejun patted your shoulder, then focused a pointed stare on the youngest crew member. “And I’ll miss you extra when Liu sleeptalks.”
“Thanks, guys,” you gave them all an appreciative smile before looking at Kun out of the corner of your eye uncertainly.
Kun cleared his throat. “However, Y/N will be staying with us for the foreseeable future, due—”
“Seriously?!” Yangyang interrupted incredulously. “I got chewed out for like two hours for even suggesting—”
“Because at the time, it was the reckless and stupid option,” Kun cut him off strictly. “But, if you had let me finish what I was saying, Lieutenant, I would’ve been able to explain that I now believe it’s the safer option for her. We don’t know the whereabouts of the other survivor, and there’s a very good chance that he has the proof with him—whatever it is. There’s too many uncertainties for us to leave Y/N on Earth alone.”
“You think this Dr. Yoon is a danger to Y/N?” The Professor questioned.
“More of a danger than being around us?” Dejun added.
“Yes,” the captain replied very seriously. “We’re a self-contained vessel; our courses aren’t plotted externally ahead of time, our missions aren’t documented in a centralized record after the fact, and we’re undetectable in flight as well. Nobody will know about her unless we want them to.”
Ten nodded. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Hell yeah!” Kunhang grinned and held a hand up towards you. “Welcome aboard.”
You accepted his high-five with a laugh. “Thanks, Kunhang.”
“So back to my question, then,” Ten cocked his head. “Where to next?”
“UHN Main,” Kun answered. “I need to provide the Admiral with an update, in person. We also need to resupply, and you all are due for some shore leave.”
They all erupted into cheers, and you found yourself smiling down at your food, too. UHN Main, where Kun could get his much-needed readjustment.
The rest of dinner was an amiable, jovial affair as the crew spitballed ideas for their shore leave. After the food was finished, everyone pitched in with cleaning up and packing away the materials that wouldn’t be needed again. You were leaving tomorrow.
“Y/N,” Dejun called for you when pretty much everything was done, but the others were still milling about, talking to each other excitedly. “Let me take a look at your hand in the tent.”
“Oh, uhm—” You gave in to his insistent tug on your elbow, despite your brain frantically trying to think of a reason why he couldn’t inspect your perfectly healed palm.
In your tent, Dejun started rooting through one of his med packs as you were still stumbling through the beginning of an excuse.
“Dejun, you don’t need to—”
“I know,” he said simply, standing back up and handing you a disinfectant wipe and two med-pods. “Captain’s got you. Right?”
“…Right.” You accepted the supplies. “Thanks.”
“Are you okay with this?”
“With what?”
“Staying with us. You know, not getting a normal life yet. I know you can’t remember, or maybe don’t know what that’s like, but… I don’t want you to think you have to do this. The UHN can give you a new identity, hide you in other ways.”
You paused, looking at him curiously. “Why did you join the UHN, Dejun?”
“After med school, I did my residency at a rehab clinic for veterans. Thought I could make more of a difference if I got to them earlier.” He fidgeted with the holster around his thigh.
“I’m okay with this,” you assured him. “Whatever kind of life I had before, normal or not… I can never go back to it. Even if I remember, it’ll never be the same. And after the war—who does have a normal life anymore? Or gets to say what that is?”
“Alright.” Dejun patted your shoulder. “I’m happy to have you aboard, don’t get me wrong. Not trying to get rid of you or anything. Just want to make sure you know your options.”
“Thanks, Dejun.” You gave him a smile before ducking out of the tent.
You couldn’t see the others around the campfire anymore, but you swore you heard voices and what sounded like splashing in the direction of the river. One last late-night swim, it seemed.
“Kun?” You waited outside his tent.
“Come in!” He beckoned you in just a moment later.
Kun was sitting on his cot, a thin paperback book in his hands.
“Is that the book Ten found earlier?” You asked, moving over the container you usually sat on.
“Yeah.” He held it up so you could see the cover. Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley.
“I didn’t realize you’d grabbed it.”
“ZEN could probably pull it up for me, back on the Vision. But my eyes hurt looking at those screens for too long, you know?” He put in a bookmark, a folded-up piece of graph paper, before setting the book aside.
He laid down without prompting, reaching around to adjust his shirt for you. You ripped open the antiseptic wipe first.
“So why now?” You asked, disinfecting the injection site. “Why do you want to leave Aegeum now? There were lots of other times you could’ve called the mission over.”
“I need to report Dr. Yoon being alive to Admiral Lee as soon as possible.”
“Do you think that Admiral Lee knew he was alive?” You took out the first med-pod.
“No, Admiral Lee hates him as much as I do,” Kun said, staring ahead of him. “And the Admiral has never lied to me. When he can’t tell me something, he lets me know.”
“Do you think you’ll be going after him? Dr. Yoon?”
Click.
“I’ll need further directions from the Admiral.” He ran a hand through his hair. “If we don’t have any leads, he’ll probably just have us focus on our original mission.”
“And what is the mission?”
“Well…”
“I’m part of the crew now, kind of. Indefinitely. Shouldn’t I get to know what your mission that you’re on actually is?”
“No, you’re right. I’m trying to find the best starting place,” he mused. “So, the Intergalactic War ended almost a year ago.”
“Yes, I did know that,” you informed him, carefully picking through your memory. “It was the United Human Intercosmic Territories against Ourogos, the K’llor, and some factions of A-Jregth.”
You used the proper name for the A-Jregth, as opposed to the common, less-than-flattering human nickname for them—Dumbo, for their large ears that reminded the first UHN soldiers to make contact with them of elephants. In that moment, you couldn’t recall the original connection between the name and the Earth animal, but that could wait.
“Well, UHIT is much less united now; we’ve got a lot on our plate trying to keep ourselves together. Especially with some planets of Phasers and other human-originated species talking about wanting independence from humans.”
“On the grounds that they’re not humans?” You guessed.
“Exactly. There’s rumors of talks of secession.” The med-pod clicked then, and he paused as you grabbed the next one. Once you had them swapped out, he continued, “The aliens’ alliance has completely dissolved, however. Before we came here, we were on Ourogos; it’s especially nasty there. They’re almost in a civil war, trapped between two zealots vying for power ever since their leader, Busr Gorkourontorous, was assassinated. The Fisheads and Dumbo went back to their own business, and the Skippers are doing what they’ve always done.”
“You don’t sound too troubled about any of that.”
“The more time they spend killing each other, the more time we have to figure our own shit out.”
Moving your gaze from the med-pod to his face, you asked, “When did the busr die?”
“Recently,” he replied knowingly.
“Did one of you…?”
“We didn’t pull the trigger,” Kun said. “But we supplied the gun. And the bullet.”
“Arms dealing. To both sides?”
“The more of them that are dead, the fewer there will be to come kill humans.” He finally looked back at you. “That’s our mission. Less dead humans.”
“Do you think you’re accomplishing that?” You held his eye contact, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knee and prop up your chin with one of your palms.
“That’s not my determination to make right now. Not yet.”
“You’re a self-contained vessel. That comes with quite a bit of leeway with decision-making, doesn’t it?”
“Day-to-day decisions, yes. Admiral Lee has put a lot of trust in me. But every one of my calls is supposed to be made with that objective in mind.”
The second med-pod finished, and you took it off him as well, setting it at your feet with the rest of the trash that you’d take with you to put in Dejun’s medical disposal container in your tent. For once, neither of you made a move to leave now that it was done.
“How did you end up on Aegeum?” You asked.
“Intelligence guy picked up chatter from some Skippers. He didn’t speak Skipper, but he could make out one word they kept saying over and over that sounded like human. You know Skipper, it sounds like a bunch of chipmunks chittering about, so the word ‘Aegeum’ kind of caught his attention. Relayed it back to Admiral Lee. He sent us out here.”
“Do you have the recording of the Skippers? The Professor or ZEN…?”
“UHN translators have been working on it since we’ve been down here. It might be done, I’ll have to check once we’re back on the Vision.”
“Kind of makes me think…” You mused aloud. “About what would’ve happened if you all hadn’t found me. If I would’ve ever gotten out of that shelter.”
“I know you don’t remember how you got in there, but… what do you think you would’ve done? If you’d left the shelter, you’d have been able to survive off the ag bubble indefinitely, at least.”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, messing with your fingers. “I-I didn’t know, or didn’t remember, what was going on outside of the shelter other than the smell, but I had this feeling that I shouldn’t leave it, and I shouldn’t be found, you know? But when I saw you and Kunhang, and I knew you were UHN—I knew that the UHN was safe, at least. So… I really don’t know if I would’ve ever left.”
You watched as he slowly started sitting back up, and he thankfully didn’t clutch his back, wince, or groan this time. The two med-pods seemed to be doing pretty well for him. But they were only a temporary fix.
“You’re going to get your tune-up at UHN Main, right?” You looked at him seriously. “You’ll give your report to Admiral Lee, the crew will go on shore leave, and you’ll get your adjustment?”
“Yes, Y/N,” he confirmed with a hint of a smile. “I’ll get my adjustment while we’re there.”
“Good.”
“But then what excuse will you have for coming into my quarters every night?”
You landed a soft kick against his ankle at his teasing words, making him snicker. “You say that as if the crew know why I’ve been doing it in the first place. Other than Dejun, they have no clue. Who knows what they’re thinking now.”
“That’s true.” He still had a hint of a chuckle in his voice. “Speaking of… I have a spare bunk in my cabin on the Vision, you’re welcome to it. Or you can room with the Professor, if you’d like. I’m sure he’d enjoy the opportunity to ask you more about Outspacer.”
“Wait, if you both have spare bunks, then why is Dejun rooming with Yangyang, who talks in his sleep?” You cocked your head in bewilderment. “Why doesn’t he just stay with one of you so he isn’t disturbed by Yangyang’s sleeptalking?”
“Kid can’t sleep by himself. Apparently wasn’t a problem until he got onto a ship. We’ve offered for Xiao to move, but—” Kun shrugged.
“He’s a good teammate.” You then circled back to his original offer, bringing your hand up to tap your chin as if deep in thought. “I’ll have to think about it… Staying in the captain’s quarters, wouldn’t want anybody to get the wrong idea, you know?”
“Oh, of course not.”
“And I should probably be getting back to my tent,” you sighed melodramatically, slowly getting to your feet. “I’ve been in here for a suspicious amount of time already, don’t you think?”
“Hold on—ZEN? Where are the others?” Kun was still as he listened to ZEN’s response from within his neural port. “Great. Cut out your incoming audiovisual feed from me, but let me know when they start heading back, okay? Thanks.”
You tilted your head in a silent question.
“Everyone’s down at the river still,” he informed you, offering his hand out to you. “We have some time.”
“Mm… okay.” You placed your hand in his.
Kun scooted over to make some room beside him on the cot, and you accepted the invitation, sitting beside him instead of on the container like before.
“Are you ready? To leave?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah. I don’t really have a lot of personal effects to pack up, so…” You shrugged. “Though, I was curious about getting from the facility to your ship. Is the atmosphere breathable?”
“It’s a bit thin. Unfortunately, we weren’t expecting to acquire anybody while we were down here, so we don’t have an extra suit for you on the dropship. Xiao has masks with limited oxygen supply, you should be okay with one of those for the short walk on the surface.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“But I wasn’t asking you if you were packed,” he continued, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand. “I mean, this is the only place you can remember. Are you ready to leave it?”
You nodded in determination. “I am. It’s unfortunate that we didn’t find the proof of concept or figure out why the Skippers were here, but I have no personal reservations about leaving. This isn’t my home.”
“Okay, good.”
“What are you going to say about me? In your report to the Admiral?”
“I’ll give him a brief update when we get back on the Vision tomorrow, before leaving. I’ll say we found a survivor, and we’re headed back to UHN Main so I can make a full report, but that’ll be it. I know you’ve only met his dumbed-down safety version, but ZEN’s a very good AI, he’ll keep the connection between the Admiral and I secure while I report.”
“This has been ZEN dumbed down?” You repeated with a smile. “I’m excited to meet him fully, then.”
“He’s something else,” Kun said with a shake of his head. “Like what I just had to do, asking him to butt out to get some privacy. ZEN at full capacity understands the concept of appropriate levels of snooping. This one, you have to give some clearer direction. He understands when we don’t need to hear each other—most of the time—but can’t turn off incoming audiovisual to himself of his own volition.”
“You must be used to his omnipresence on the Vision. His main nexus is there, I’m assuming he’s throughout the ship’s systems.”
“Well yes, but I don’t really care if he hears our talk around the mess table or sees me cleaning my armor. This… is different.”
“How so?”
“Well—”
“I’m kidding, Kun,” you laughed, bumping your shoulder against his. “I like knowing that we’re really alone, too. Makes it feel more… intimate, I think.”
“I agree.”
“There is one thing I’ll miss about Aegeum, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Those strawberries were really good.”
Kun’s eyes crinkled as he smiled fondly. “They were. Do you want to go get some?”
“Now?”
“Why not? One last handful, a midnight snack.”
“I do.”
And so the two of you quietly slipped out of his tent, hurrying off in the direction of the strawberry fields. You could hear the others by the river, though their voices and splashing got more distant the nearer you got to the fields. Finally, you made it to the strawberry patch, and the air of the ag bubble was peaceful around you.
There were small, hidden lights along the pathways and edges of the fields that automatically turned on at night, affording just enough brightness for you to be able to distinguish the fruits on the bushes as Kun went to pick them. He handed you the first one he grabbed, then bit into the second himself.
“Kun, you’ve got some on your face,” you pointed out, and he went to wipe at his right cheek. You shook your head with a giggle, bringing your own thumb up to his left cheek. “No, you— Here, I’ve got it.”
“Oh now that’s not fair,” he complained with an air of teasing in his tone.
“Why’s that?”
“You don’t have anything on your face, so I don’t have an excuse to charmingly cradle your cheek like you’re doing to me.”
“How about you do it anyway—” You took his free hand and brought it up to your face, “—and while we’re here, you can kiss me like you’ve been thinking about doing since the river today?”
“Am I easy to read or have you failed to mention that you’re a mind reader?”
“The first one,” you teased.
“All those years of intelligence operative training were wasted, apparently,” he chuckled.
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
You met him halfway, closing the distance and melting into a kiss that tasted of the sweet-tart strawberry juice still on your lips. You took your hand from his face to tangle your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, definitely longer than regulation, and he continue pressing his lips to yours over and over, as if making up for every moment tonight that he had wanted to kiss you but didn’t. You lost track of how many strawberry sweet kisses the two of you exchanged between bites, conversation, hushed bursts of laughter, and even more strawberries. And you thought that if this was part of your normal, no matter how fleeting, you could be pretty happy with this.
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