Aha. I'm writing the sequel already and i'm not sure how much of my bunnies will get in it, so... hrrm, difficult.
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The city doesn't sing to him.
It sings for John and Carson, and for all the people who got the successful gene therapy it whispers. He doesn't have the markers, though. There are no Ancients in his genealogy, not even enough for a latent gene to be awakened. (He has his theory on that, but he doesn't share. They're all still pretending they haven't figured out yet where to find Heero's own Earth.) To him the city is merely aesthetically pleasing, and full of booby traps.
It sings to Wing, though. When he wakes up every morning Zero's code has evolved into whirlpool patterns and flowering trees.
Of the ones Heero trusts enough to tell only McKay sees the poetry in lines of binary and base code. Only he understands what it means, what Heero is showing him.
Zero is awakening into life.
Heero doesn't yet know if it's an amazing thing, or a terrible one.
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The city doesn't sing to him.
It sings for John and Carson, and for all the people who got the successful gene therapy it whispers. He doesn't have the markers, though. There are no Ancients in his genealogy, not even enough for a latent gene to be awakened. (He has his theory on that, but he doesn't share. They're all still pretending they haven't figured out yet where to find Heero's own Earth.) To him the city is merely aesthetically pleasing, and full of booby traps.
It sings to Wing, though. When he wakes up every morning Zero's code has evolved into whirlpool patterns and flowering trees.
Of the ones Heero trusts enough to tell only McKay sees the poetry in lines of binary and base code. Only he understands what it means, what Heero is showing him.
Zero is awakening into life.
Heero doesn't yet know if it's an amazing thing, or a terrible one.