Theseus Buried Histories

I shivered as I sat on the dical bed, refusing to let Doc touch or even dry myself off. It was too much. The sensation of touch just from my limbs touching anything at all felt like sothing foreign. Sothing overwhelming. Sitting on the bed itself was already such a strange sensation to .

Close to 48 hours. That had been the longest that I’d ever consecutively stayed inside of the core module. I stared at it, wanting to jump back in imdiately, but my hunger was almost unbearable now that my physical senses were waking up again. I knew that at the very least, I had to eat sothing before I returned to the comfort of the void. And to do that, I had to regain at least so semblance of my tolerance for any of my senses.

It felt surreal to look around with my eyes and see the sa layout as I did with my eyes closed again instead of the emptiness my mind had co to expect. Hearing things without the aid of sensor arrays was odd too. It was always overwhelming for a short ti after I was expelled from the core module, but this was another level.

I flinched when I heard Doc’s voice, the sound piercing my ears “This is why we do it every day.” He scolded. It definitely wasn’t helping that the data stream had suddenly gotten busier than usual, flooding my ntal vision with scanner data. I’d told Aisling to warn when she was doing a long range scan, but I supposed that this was payback for the disobedient AI gag I pulled.

“Shut up.” I muttered as quietly as I could manage, pushing the data aside. If Aisling wanted to see what was going on at Luna, she could be the one to look it over. I was trying, but it seed that coming back down to physical reality after spending so long in the void was a difficult endeavor, especially distracted as I was now.

He set down a towel next to , giving a pitying look as he stepped back and sat down. He spoke again, but in a rcifully softer tone “We can’t do this every ti. I’m going to have to insist on a regin to acclimate you back to reality. Maybe I can ease the transfer a little bit better.”

I closed my eyes, checking in on the prisoner. Thankfully he seed to be cooperating, so I returned to my bed in reality “How are we going to do that?” I asked quietly.

“For one, you have room in there to stretch your body. I’ll have to give you so exercises you can do in zero gravity. I might be able to install so hardware for activating your physical senses. Maybe so earbuds. Nothing permanent or invasive.” He started clicking away at his terminal “I’ll think about how to do it. There is so coding I won’t be able to do on my end that I need you to do though.”

“What you an?” I asked, slowly beginning to acclimate to sound again after listening to Doc’s gentle words for a bit.

“I an I had an idea. It’s the psionic damper.” He said slowly. I really didn’t want to think about the damper right then. I could tell by his look that just the ntion of it had increased my heart rate. “Now I’m not saying you have to use it at all, that’s on you. But I think that a lot of your apprehension about it cos from the fact that you have very little control over it. I don’t exactly understand the structure of it since I can’t just look at your brain as if it were a computer, but what if you built an escape sequence? Might that be possible?”

I hadn’t considered it before. I was locked out of controlling anything while I was under the damper’s influence, but if I had an internal killswitch… if I could end it whenever I pleased, then he was right. It wouldn’t have to be as scary then. It would be a compromise on the security it guarded against, since I would have to make sure I didn’t end it prematurely, before the deadly psionic shock had passed in the case of its intended use, but it would give the option to end it before its full programd duration had expired. I nodded slowly to Doc “I’ll… try to figure it out. Thanks for the idea.”

He nodded and watched as I reached a hand out for the towel, flinching as the cloth brushed my skin. It was still too much. “Take it easy. You got ti until dinner.” He reassured . I nodded and closed my eyes to check on the prisoner again.

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Fifteen minutes passed, and I was almost beginning to feel like a human being again. I’d managed to dry myself off with so careful effort, and I’d put on my leggings. The shirt was giving trouble since it was so loose and the feeling of it fluttering against my skin was more than a little irritating “I’m going clothes shopping with my share of this job.” I muttered.

“Doubt there’s gonna be much to go around. Because of how long we were idle, I know that we had to go through most of our ergency fund resupplying, fixing the ship, and well… frankly, outfitting you. So this is catch-up work. Not much is going into our personal funds from this. You’ll probably have to wait till we finish the next one before you can start making luxury purchases.”

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I groaned. I supposed it was worth it, given the high end parts I’d gotten, but it was still disappointing to hear I wouldn’t be getting much of a paycheck out of this. “How’s the pay under normal circumstances?”

Doc gave a quick laugh “There is absolutely never anything normal about crewing Theseus. But yeah, usually she’s quite generous. Captain’s not in this to make money.”

I had to wonder what he ant by that “Does she not take a cut?” I asked, surprised.

“Well, yeah, course she does. Just it’s not any bigger than anyone else’s. Long as the ship’s outfitted and she’s got a bit set aside for when we run into trouble, she’s perfectly fine to take as much as the rest of us for herself.”

It was a little hard to believe that. In many ways, she was competent, if not fantastic, in most facets of this life. She had charisma and knew how to handle herself in combat. She understood her ship very well, and understood the people she interacted with. Sure, she was surrounded by people that were arguably more skilled in much narrower fields than she was. I knew I couldn’t ask her to perform complex computer managent tasks like I could, for instance. But being the owner of the ship and the handler of our contracts, it was hard to imagine that she wouldn’t at least try to claim a greater portion of the funds. I wouldn’t even have blad her for it if she did. “So what does she do this for then?” I asked.

“Careful where you tread on that topic.” Doc warned “Aisling doesn’t take kindly to people poking around about it. I only know that she and Ray started this whole business together, before I learned better than to keep my nose out of places it doesn’t belong. Captain’s a closed book and she very much wants to keep it that way. Respect her privacy on it.”

I nodded “I guess if it’s that important she keep it secret…” I said reluctantly. If anything, my curiosity was piqued, but Aisling was a really good captain who’d earned my respect and the respect of the rest of the crew very easily. She treated us as equals, and she knew how to lead. I supposed that was all I really needed to know, but it was still going to nag at .

I felt brave enough to put my shirt back on and try my hand at standing up after that. With so help from the bed and the wall, I was able to get to my feet. Doc ca to help walk toward the door, and soon, he was guiding down the stairs. I couldn’t lie to myself, actually moving around did make feel a little bit better. My body celebrated actually being used as it was intended, even though I was exhausted by the ti I was in my seat at the table.

Ray turned from her cooking to look at us coming down the stairs and frowned "Mm… ryll, you're not looking so great."

"Not feeling so great either if I'm being honest,” I said as I rested my back against the chair, feeling a tingle up my spine from contacting it "How do you stand sothing like hibernation for a week and you're perfectly fine? And fuck, is that stirfry? Oh my god i love you."

"Because I take the ti to stretch coming out of it, and I take care of my body otherwise." She smiled, taking the praise for her cooking in stride “I’m glad you’re starting to get an appreciation for ho cooking.”

Joel walked in from the stairway and gave Ray a nod "Slls good." And then he turned to "You enjoy the show earlier?" He asked.

I was too disoriented for Joel’s shit right then. "What do you want from ? Should I have plowed Theseus into the ground so I could shoot at them with starship cannons in atmosphere? I gave you intel." I was honestly starting to get tired of his jabs.

“You did fine.” Joel admitted, getting a surprised nod from “Just didn’t really do much to prove yourself.”

“Feel like that’s about as close to a complint as I’m ever gonna get from you.” I muttered “We know I was probably never actually a corpo anything now, you know. You can quit it with the hate.”

“Maybe not.” He shrugged “But you still had the mindset of one. You’re not as bad as I thought you could be, but I still don’t trust you.”

“Easy about digging up the past, Joel.” Aisling called as she ca down the steps. My eyes shot to her tablet and with a little bit of concentration, I pinged it ‘Why do you keep him around?’ She raised an eyebrow and picked up the terminal, quickly typing back ‘Easy about digging up the past, ryll.’ She typed back. That caught off guard. What kind of history did those two have, I had to wonder. The captain briefly showed a look of irritation on her face, but she leaned up to take a look at the pan “Is that steak? Damn, what’s the occasion?” she asked, trying to ignore what I’d just asked. I knew better now than to pick at it further.

“A gift from our howorld.” Ray answered. It must have been sothing she’d picked up from the village the previous night. “It won’t keep forever, and I figured we could use a victory al.”

Aisling nodded, satisfied with the al before she let out a sigh and her tone turned more serious “We gotta take a longer route around Luna.” Aisling declared suddenly, making everyone look up at her in surprise. “There’s a foundation patrol coming through.” She turned to specifically to elaborate “They never stick around more than a day, and I’m not risking running into them, so we’ll take our ti swinging around. Prisoner’s not going anywhere, and frankly, Doc’s let know that our core could use a bit of a break.”

I glared daggers at Doc, who was trying to look away from and pretend disinterested in the conversation. It must have been a ssage on their terminals I’d been too distracted to see. Doc was pretty good at getting ssages around , it seed. “Fine. I think I’d rather not run into them myself.” I conceded “But I’ll only stay out of the core module for the night.”