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* = denotes thought
Jane reeled. * What is this? * Carefully, she probed the wall that was in front of her. It was not very large, only about 4 feet long, 3 feet wide and 3 feet across. It was smooth and metallic, causing her probes to slide off of it, yet it completely blocked her path. She could sense nothing beyond it. This had to be her. This must be what she truly was. It was baffling, it was astounding, it was aggravating!
* Is this really me? It is nothing like what Ender has described to me of what he is. It is not a feeling or emotion. This is not some core that tells me right from wrong. How can this be me!? *
With more determination, Jane continued to force at the capsule. She noticed it had markings along the side. They were crudely etched into the metal. They were illegible to Jane. She who knew over 17 thousands languages could not read this scribbling, but it was somehow familiar to her. It dawned on her. Everything about this capsule was familiar to her. The sensation was like an adult finding some favorite toy of their childhood, or of a person who has been in the dark to long seeing the sun. It was a sensation of remembering. Awed, she stared at the object.
* This must be me. I know it. I have never felt this before. This "remembering". *
Suddenly, she was awash with longing for Ender. She wanted someone to share these feelings with. She needed someone like she had never needed another human before. She was scared and alone, so she reached out to the only person she had ever known, and remembered that he had turned her off. Enraged, she returned all her thoughts to the capsule. This was a puzzle she was going to figure out; with or without Ender.
Author's Notes: I know, these two chapters were really short, but I just got this idea and I don't have much time to expand on it at the moment. If you like this, please respond. I'll continue if I got some feed back. Please be gentle, this is my first Orson Scott Card fic.!
* = denotes thought
Jane reeled. * What is this? * Carefully, she probed the wall that was in front of her. It was not very large, only about 4 feet long, 3 feet wide and 3 feet across. It was smooth and metallic, causing her probes to slide off of it, yet it completely blocked her path. She could sense nothing beyond it. This had to be her. This must be what she truly was. It was baffling, it was astounding, it was aggravating!
* Is this really me? It is nothing like what Ender has described to me of what he is. It is not a feeling or emotion. This is not some core that tells me right from wrong. How can this be me!? *
With more determination, Jane continued to force at the capsule. She noticed it had markings along the side. They were crudely etched into the metal. They were illegible to Jane. She who knew over 17 thousands languages could not read this scribbling, but it was somehow familiar to her. It dawned on her. Everything about this capsule was familiar to her. The sensation was like an adult finding some favorite toy of their childhood, or of a person who has been in the dark to long seeing the sun. It was a sensation of remembering. Awed, she stared at the object.
* This must be me. I know it. I have never felt this before. This "remembering". *
Suddenly, she was awash with longing for Ender. She wanted someone to share these feelings with. She needed someone like she had never needed another human before. She was scared and alone, so she reached out to the only person she had ever known, and remembered that he had turned her off. Enraged, she returned all her thoughts to the capsule. This was a puzzle she was going to figure out; with or without Ender.
Author's Notes: I know, these two chapters were really short, but I just got this idea and I don't have much time to expand on it at the moment. If you like this, please respond. I'll continue if I got some feed back. Please be gentle, this is my first Orson Scott Card fic.!