Summary:Session 3 of the 'therapy' is more of a discussion about what can be known about the past - and whereit could be found. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It had been more than a month before Jane and Emma had scheduled another meeting, the hacker showing up with a metal case. A small Boardcase, like pilots use for transporting maps. "Hey Emma." She greets, putting that case down. "How have you been?"
Emma greets Jane at the door and then leads her back into the suite, and it's clear that the Telepath is in the middle of packing up her things. And she has a lot of things, it turns out, with more than a few wardrobe boxes already filled with clothes, "Jane, it's so good to see you again. I'm sorry I've been so hard to reach, lately, but I've been incredibly busy the last few weeks. There's only so much I can do for others, it seems, before I ad to focus on myself a bit. I suppose I have more selfishness in me than I'd normally care to admit." She takes a seat, and flashes a smile, "How've you been?"
Jane shakes the hand, chuckling a moment. "I was hard to reach too. I had some work to do, did a couple smaller projects." She shrugs as she settles on the sofs. "It was rather good."
"Oh yes? Anything you can talk about, or are you the sort of person that likes to keep her cards close to her chest?" Emma's pretty sure she knows the answer to that, but she doesn't mind asking anyway. It's strange to have to talk to someone to know what they're thinking. It's like a novelty, "It's good though that we're both keeping ourselves busy. I have a feeling I'll have my hands quite full for quite a while, settling into this next phase of my life. It's good that I got to see you before I moved."
"Well, I am working on something simple at the moment." Jane answers, opening the case to show what looks like a quadruped drone but without any shell. Motors, cable and skeleton all exposed, like someone skinned it. "It's still early in design. But is it really so novel to you? I heard that there are other people around that can't be read easily. I mean, you have taken a peak into my head, it wasn't impossible…"
"Seeing and understanding are two very different things. And while yes, there are a handful of others I have trouble with, for the most part, almost everyone is an open book to me, when I want to be." Emma grins a bit wider, and her eyes look over the drone in the case as she continues, "It's incredibly rare for me to actually enjoy the company of others. That I like you, and can't read you, is almost unique." She leans in a bit, "And what do we have here, Exactly? You might not know it from looking at me, but I have a little experience with electrical engineering."
"Oh, just a basic chassis for a quadruped companion Artificial Inteligent Knowbot agent." Jane explains without explaining properly, smiling widely but then a little scowl comes into her face. "Wait, you're moving?"
"Oh, AI? Is that all?" Emma rolls her eyes playfully, snorting out a little laugh as she does, "I know there are those for whom this sort of tech is trivial, but to some of us, it's impressive even still." The blonde leans back in her overstuffed chair again, her hands folding over her knee, and then she nods, "Yes. It seems I will be staying at a school I've agreed to teach at, for a little while. I'll of course be keeping my suite here for when I visit the city, but I'll be spending much more of my time at the Campus for the next few months. At least until I get situated and familiar with what will be expected of me." She laughs again, "A student of mine that I had thought gone has turned up out of the blue, and apparently it's triggered something almost paternal in me. I want to keep an eye on her, and her progress, so…" a shrug, "I guess I'm a teacher now. Again."
Jane Roe says, "Not full human level AI, just some kind of Pet level. Autonomous movement, scanning the area, mapping the town, that kind of stuff. Which is totally legal in contrast to hacking all the phones in the city and using those as microphones and sonars." Jane chuckles. "I mean, That'd ammount to about 5 million or more years jailtime for hacking in New York alone."
A couple moments Jane is silent, eying Emma as she sits there. "So you leave New York? That'd make thee sessions harder… I mean… you had wanted to take another dive into my head last we saw each other…""
"I wouldn't be surprised if there were a number of people who'd be willing to take that risk. Who maybe already have. Just another reason I prefer to rely on telepathy for things of a senstive nature. Much harder to be listened in on." Emma waggles her eyesbrows and continues, "But don't you worry, the school isn't all that far away. A few hours drive depending on traffic. Closer still if I fly. We'll be able to continue, if you want too. I may be a bit selfish, but I'm not about to just disappear on you. You're much to interesting for that."
Jane chuckles. "You started this whole thing by telling my mind is interesting… I still didn't figure out what was so interesting about it, I never knew different." She reaches down to the toy in the case, patting its head. "So, a teacher, huh? What are you going to teach? Mindgames 101? Mental defense? Or French?"
Emma's laugh actually seems completely genuine, almost as if it catches her off guard, "French. I'm sure there will be a number of students that would hope for that." She chuckles again, shaking her head, "I haven't actually really thought about it. I'm not sure what will be expected of me. I took this position on something of a whim. I know that I am a good teacher, though, and will be a benefit. I just have to see how I'll fit. It might take a while, though. I've something of a reputation among muntants. I'm not always as pleasant as I am around you, if you can believe that." Another shrug, "In the end, though, you must know you are different. Even if you don't know how or why, that there is a difference is surely evident to you. The things you can do. The things I can't do to you. If this is natural and who you are, than that is interesting in and of itself. If this was done to you? That is interesting in another way. And if it was the latter? Well I would very much like to ask the people responsible some very specific questions."
"Well, You might want to decide what you teach first. What school will you be teaching at? I mean, I am just nosy." Jane answers laughing, pulling the hand patting the toy in becoming slowly back. "Well, What kind of questins qould you ask them? Because the only question I would have would be 'What do I need to do to destroy the way you made me so I stay unique?"
"It's a school for young people like me. You won't find it listed on any web pages or directories for higher learning as a matter of neccecity and safety. And for students like that, there is much I can offer. Psychic defense is an obvious choice, but but also teamwork and tactics for the general population. For telepaths, I don't believe there is anyone would could offer the same education I could." The blond shrugs non-commitally again, "I will do what is expected of me, no matter what that is, however. I'm sure there are more than a few people that would be apprehensive about having me in the mind of an impressionable youth." That leaves her grinning her cocky little grin, "But back to you. The question I would is 'Why?'. Knowing someone's intentions is important. Are you a timebomb waiting to go off? Are you the first of many? Do they abduct children to be experimented on? These are things I can't stand by and let happen. Mutants know better than most just what it feels like to be someone's guinee pig. So there my interest lies. In part to help you, but also in part to know if there is a new enemy that should be sought out. I'm hoping that somewhere in that mind of yours, is an answer. Or at least a thread that I can begin to pull."
"A non-baseline-human school, hmm? If I ponder about it, I could pretty much teach anything that can be taught. I mean, not languages or stuff, but I can watch a teaching video while relaying the information… Hell, I might change my profession to teacher!" Jane jokes, grinning wide as she leans back. "Why? oh come on, why do you need to know the intentions? Isn't the result what counts? You ask for why but then you precise into how. And isn't the way to hell paved with noble intentions?"
"You should have seen me in school, when I was younger. At first, I just borrowed the knowledge I needed, but as I grew into my powers, I could sit myself down in the library and learn as people around me studied. There is very little I can't know, if I want to know it. Not unlike you, from the sounds of it." Emma frowns then, "Intentions are everything. Don't you want to know why? Don't you want to know if they are using you even now? If there are other young women being exploited? Experimented on. No, I think the why is very important in this situation. ALmost as important as the who."
"Well, there's a lot of questions that I would put over the why though. Who, when, where, how. Who else is more interesting than the why to me. I mean, I am who I am. I am who I made myself with what I can do." Jane comments, stretching on the sofa, pulling the knees up. "So you ripped knowledge from others? I might have to up my game…"
"Ripped might be an overly aggressive way of putting it. They still had what they had, in the end, and didn't know I had piggy backed on all their hard work. Using my gifts isn't really even cheating, in the end. I just wanted to be who I wanted to be. Again, much like you, it sounds like. If you have an advantage, use it. No reason to handicap yourself just because others can't do what we can do. There is no such thing as fair, in the end." Emma looks away, out the window, staring out there for a second, "When, what, why. None of that matters until the who. We find the who, the rest of the answers will come easily. That is, as long as they, whoever they are, are not all like you."
Jane chuckles. "You mean amnesiac or heard to read? If they would be like me, I might hack them… But yea, finding out who might be the first problem to solve. I mean, I have no past to search from… Tricky question, right? You don't happen to know a person that can look back in time or something?"
"None either of us want to owe a favour too, that's for sure." Emma says with a frown, "But honestly, I'm surprised you haven't done more digging on this yourself. I'm sure with all your abilities, it would have been a simple thing to hack into cameras around where you woke up, to see what you could see. Not exactly time manipulation, but it could have given you some information about the moments before you awoke to your new self."
"Oh, I have been digging, but the results are pretty depressing. Camera outages, gaps in the tapes, missing reports. I could tell when I was there, but not where I came from. I could tell you how long I had been there, but not the path I took. It's like the internet does not remember the moments I had been there," Jane answers, shrugging a little. "Tech I have sorted out."
"It speaks of someone perhaps as techinical as you, being involved, doesn't it. Pity. I suppose it can't always be easy, now can it." Emma looks back to Jane and leans back, her hands finding the armrests of her chair, "I suppose that just leaves your mind, now doesn't it. And even that, they've made difficult to sort through. But at least it does point to a they. That it was done intentionally, and not just a mutation. And that tracks were covered."
"My mind, soul and body. A body carries traces of the last 7 years in each cell and teeth carry even more information. One has to sacrifice one though." Jane shrugs again, then nods. "They, or it is just me. Or it was one person. There are so many eventualities. You said you would't like to owe someone a favor… who would those be?"
"A few people from my past have had Psychometry, which could be useful in a situation like this. My sister, were she not an intolerable twit, could have gotten to the bottom of this. If only I could have saved her from herself…" Emma takes in a deep breath through her nose, and then lets it out slowly, her head once again turning so she can look out the window. She reaches into the inner pocket of the small jacket she wears and pulls out a flask, which she opens and takes a healthy drink from, "There is also Rachel Grey, but she is not one I would ever ask a favour of. You," Emma looks back to Jane, "Might find it worth it, should you be able to track her down." There's another pause, "And then of course there are those who can phsycially travel back in time. Doctor Doom has a time machine of sorts, I've heard, but there is nothing we could offer the likes of him. And time travel is messy at best."
"Twit? So your sister is a Twat? I am surprised you have one." Jane nods slowly, tapping her chin. "Rachel Grey? The name rings n bells for me. Should I know her? Of Doom I heard. I also heard that that his discarded tech is sometimes on the black market. Doombot discards mostly. But yea, not my level… who else? Isn't there any top geneticist or chemicist that could do some background checks or do I need to show up as a corpse before someone does a check like they do to identify dead bodies?"
"She's nothing anymore. A corpse." Emma takes another drink and then stands, "I have a family, believe it or not. Disfunctional and broken, surely, but I have one." She tucks away her flask, "I would be surprised if you did. I hardly know her myself, and even that is mostly reputation." Emma walks to the window and stands there, "There are a few. I could have Hank McCoy run some tests, surely, even if it would mean oweing him another favour. I will think on it. And other possibilities. But for now…" Emma's mood has certainly changed, and in an instant, her form turns to pure diamond, "I'm afraid I've run short on time. We can pick this up later, after I've had some time to think of more options." Cool and detached is her voice now, completely devoid of emotion.