This is from well into my work in progress. The speaker only appears here, the character Dachun is well established. I'm finding getting the pacing hard
“I'm sorry I missed the ceremony.” He studied her with care. “That's a nice suit they gave you, and how about the AI?” He showed her to a seat and took a chair across the table. A strong smile crossed his face, it had been ten years since they'd been together. “So, my little sister is an academy graduate.”
“What's it like to have two? Is the academy one much different? How was the process? Did it hurt? Did anyone find out it's your second?” The calm of his hand contrasted the flurry of questions as he poured two drinks. “I'm tempted by the idea myself.” He pushed one of the drinks toward Dachun and raised the other to his nose, closed his eyes, and slowly sniffed. “Mmmm.” He swirled a sip of the liquid in his mouth, savouring the flavour. The drink, the restaurant, and his outfit, were the finest of contemporary Ming.
“What do you mean you taught it to not use words? Don't be afraid of the voice Chunchun. It's a gift.”
He winced at her response.
“I remember,” he said. “I never thought mine was a bully Chunchun, not even when I was a child. I got along with it right from the start.” He pushed back on his chair, rigid. “Won't you have some?” He gestured to the drink.
Dachun refused.
“Haha.” His laughter was nervous. “For an Atheist your such a Buddhist.” He topped his drink and had another sip.
“Who cares about historical Buddhism?”
“We have to talk about your future.”
“Yes, that is fine Chunchun, but you know I'm not talking about that.” He crossed his arms and moved his head slightly forward, penetrating eyes searched for a way in.
“You did have a little help.”
“The Collective offers great latitude.”
He shook his head violently, as if he could negate each of her rebuffs as they came.
Dachun refused.
“You were born into it,” was his reply. He kept trying to read her. She was like a stone.
“Chunchun, once I accepted and confirmed, things became very good for me.”
“No, it is not terrible. We have a strong code of honour.” He stood and bolted what remained in his glass.
“Of course we will honour your choice. But the Collective has expectations.”
“As your older brother, I recommend you change your attitude. Life could become very difficult.
“I'm sorry I missed the ceremony.” He studied her with care. “That's a nice suit they gave you, and how about the AI?” He showed her to a seat and took a chair across the table. A strong smile crossed his face, it had been ten years since they'd been together. “So, my little sister is an academy graduate.”
“What's it like to have two? Is the academy one much different? How was the process? Did it hurt? Did anyone find out it's your second?” The calm of his hand contrasted the flurry of questions as he poured two drinks. “I'm tempted by the idea myself.” He pushed one of the drinks toward Dachun and raised the other to his nose, closed his eyes, and slowly sniffed. “Mmmm.” He swirled a sip of the liquid in his mouth, savouring the flavour. The drink, the restaurant, and his outfit, were the finest of contemporary Ming.
“What do you mean you taught it to not use words? Don't be afraid of the voice Chunchun. It's a gift.”
He winced at her response.
“I remember,” he said. “I never thought mine was a bully Chunchun, not even when I was a child. I got along with it right from the start.” He pushed back on his chair, rigid. “Won't you have some?” He gestured to the drink.
Dachun refused.
“Haha.” His laughter was nervous. “For an Atheist your such a Buddhist.” He topped his drink and had another sip.
“Who cares about historical Buddhism?”
“We have to talk about your future.”
“Yes, that is fine Chunchun, but you know I'm not talking about that.” He crossed his arms and moved his head slightly forward, penetrating eyes searched for a way in.
“You did have a little help.”
“The Collective offers great latitude.”
He shook his head violently, as if he could negate each of her rebuffs as they came.
Dachun refused.
“You were born into it,” was his reply. He kept trying to read her. She was like a stone.
“Chunchun, once I accepted and confirmed, things became very good for me.”
“No, it is not terrible. We have a strong code of honour.” He stood and bolted what remained in his glass.
“Of course we will honour your choice. But the Collective has expectations.”
“As your older brother, I recommend you change your attitude. Life could become very difficult.
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