landscape

[isthisart]

Linya avoids haring off to do things much while Miles's arms are unusable. Once he can feed himself comfortably enough to prefer to do so, though, she makes plans with Ekaterin to go with her and little Nikki on a hike in some nice woods of mixed-origin fauna. She packs a picnic and takes the lightflyer and flies out to pick up the relevant subset of Vorsoissons.

Comments

[isthisart]

"Could you? What would it be?"

[greatcomposure]

"These genome extrapolations - you could run them for anyone, couldn't you? If you ran them for me, you'd get a picture of me. If you ran them for Aral, you'd get a picture of Aral. If you ran them for Miles, you would not get a picture of Miles - definitely not one accurate below the neck, anyway."

[isthisart]

"Right. He asked about that when I first brought up that I could produce the pictures. I think I'd want to know in his position but I can somewhat understand not - it makes less sense to me for Aral Adri, who is overwhelmingly unlikely to encounter similar issues."

[greatcomposure]

"I think, for Miles... he has a very immediate understanding of how bad it would be for him, if pictures of the Miles who might have been existed anywhere. If Aral and I had seen them - if General Piotr had seen them, God forbid. So when he thinks about looking at advance pictures of his own children, that's what comes to mind first. It's an emotional response, not mediated by probability calculations. He can't discount the possibility, because it looms too large for him."

[isthisart]

"I don't think I do understand how bad it would have been. What would the pictures have done? If you'd seen them?"

[greatcomposure]

"He already subconsciously compares himself to the imaginary unimpaired Miles - very subconsciously, for the most part. If there were pictures, I think he would be... haunted is the word I would use. Haunted by them. The comparison would become a conscious one, and obsessive, and unpleasant. I think he might give himself too little credit for resilience... but I know I'm never going to ask to see pictures of his extrapolated phenotype. Not until well after he does, if he ever does."

[isthisart]

"Well, he hasn't asked. I haven't even looked and I have the sample sequenced so as to be able to extract the eye color..."

[greatcomposure]

"I suggest that you keep it that way, for his peace of mind. He might take it best from you, of all the people who could look, but 'best' unfortunately does not have to mean 'well'."

[isthisart]

"I suppose it doesn't help much that I'd consider it a tremendous drawback if I couldn't scoop him up readily."

[greatcomposure]

"Probably not."

[isthisart]

"Oh well. I will continue to not look at pictures of hypothetical Miles. ...Possibly unless Mark wants a look one day, I think I'd consider him entitled."

[greatcomposure]

"Perhaps, yes. That's a tricky one."

[isthisart]

"It is. But Mark does not seem to have made any relatively short-term decision to show up, let alone ask for pictures of his nonscoopable hypothetical self, so perhaps the decision can be abdicated indefinitely."

[greatcomposure]

"That would be lucky."

[isthisart]

"Yes. ...But since simulation pictures of Aral Adri already exist, and I have already looked at them, do you want to see?"

[greatcomposure]

"Sure."

[isthisart]

Linya requires no further prompting to produce a series of pictures of Aral Adri at ages six months, two years, five years, nine years, fifteen years, and twenty-one years.

He has Miles's eyes. (Cordelia's mouth and Linya's face shape and Aral's eyebrows.)

[greatcomposure]

"How much of this is design work? I know you mentioned giving him Miles's eyes... they're very lovely on him."

[isthisart]

"Not much. I've made no strictly cosmetic changes besides the eyes, but some things have cosmetic effects incidentally. Good teeth, good skin, good posture," says Linya. "A completely unedited version would still be recognizable."

[greatcomposure]

"Well, he's going to be adorable."

[isthisart]

"I know. I am insufferably proud of myself." Linya puts her pen back on her necklace. "Unrelatedly, is there anything in particular planned for dinner tonight, such that I should not go get a large snack right now?"

[greatcomposure]

"Oh—thank you for reminding me, I'd forgotten to mention it. Simon's coming over."

[isthisart]

"Is he? Any particular occasion?"

[greatcomposure]

"My whim. I'm mildly surprised that he said yes."

[isthisart]

"I will be gentle with the snack cupboard, anyway, since there's company."

Linya goes off to gently raid the snack cupboard.

And of course turns up for dinner.

"Hello, everyone," she says to assembled spouse and mother-in-law and spy. She takes her seat beside the former.