Faerie IV Love is where you find it part 2
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"I do not understand," Periwinkle, the queen of the LA forest tribe of
the Faerie said. She was a tall statuesque specimen of her race,
meaning she stood just a hair under 108mm tall and 115 in the heeled
boots she wore. Beside her Dandelion who stood at just over 100mm was
almost small. Like all faerie, they were preternaturally beautiful, for
the Fey did not age as normal humanity did. Periwinkle had been born in
France over a millennia and a half ago, and left during the Revolution.
Her home now was in fact a reproduction of an 18th century French manor
house lovingly made with real doors cabinets and all other fittings
exactly the right height for the faerie.
Dandelion, who had been thrust to prominence because of her knowledge
of the real world was only just turned 20. But her body was the lush
full body of a woman in her thirties, as were all the converts. Normal
faerie as in those born to the breed aged normally until they reached
this same age in looks and would remain so until they died. Up until
three years before Dandelion had been a boy named Daniel Hodges, and
had come to be a fairy in a manner described elsewhere.
But Dandelion had something that the entire Faerie in the LA Forest had
not. For of all of them here only she had been a recent convert, as in
joining them less than 30 years ago.
"It is called Internet chat meetings," she said. "The method is to
install a camera that sends a picture of the person chatting to another
viewer on the web."
Periwinkle shuddered. She knew this web had no spiders, but still...
"So this picture is captured by another."
"Yes." Dandelion was feeling her way. With any of the 'Fellow
Travelers' as Rob had taken to calling the few humans that actively
assisted the Faerie, there would have been no problems. Even Martin
Runningfox who at present was the eldest of their contact team member
knew what the Internet was and how to use it. But most of the Faerie
here, or anywhere for that matter had joined them long before the
modern technical age.
"And what use does this picture have to this other person?"
"Well there are a lot of people that try to meet others they see on
line. Some of them are flakes-"
"Flakes of what?"
Dandelion sighed. "It is modern slang, your grace. A flake, like say a
flake of dandruff just sits there and flutters away at a moment's
notice. They have no weight if you understand me."
"Ah so they are the dross of society."
There are problems in communications that go both ways. Dandelion had
the average modern American education you would expect of a mediocre
student, whereas Periwinkle had; while done at one remove, what would
have been called a classical education. She spoke English better than
the converted fairy, having learned it first when it was still the
fluid speech of Henry V's invading army. When she had been born, the
language now called French was still Frankish. She had learned Latin
from the gentler churchmen of that time, and what would later be called
German from invaders from the north and read and spoke eight languages
along with those of varying fluency. Her latest acquisitions were
Japanese Korean and Russian, which she spoke with the dogged
concentration of those who didn't give up anything easily. She could
use a word like dross in a sentence while Dandelion was struggling to
figure out what it meant.
"It means like unto the waste you throw away when smelting a metal."
"O-Kay," Dandelion replied. "Yes they are the waste material in a lot
of ways. Some are perverts that view the sites because of sexual
frustration. Others are shy men who have trouble-meeting girls, so they
do it this way. No pressure. If they get frightened they can hit a
button and it's over." Dandelion didn't mention that when she had still
been a 'he' that he had been that kind of boy growing up. Being a woman
for three years had changed more than her sex.
"Show this to me."
Dandelion led the queen into what had been the audience room but
Dandelion had euphemistically had taken to calling the War room.
Against the wall were hand held computers of several different designs.
A pair of Blackberrys and a Korean model she had never learned the name
of. The entire assembly of modern technology clashed with the house it
was in, and the solar panels that had been surreptitiously installed in
the neighboring trees had to be covered at night. But with them
Dandelion was able to communicate with all of the search teams wherever
they were in the world, and at the same time contact other nests that
had joined, and even had one to spare. Each of these had been turned so
that all anyone would see was a wall, and a chair.
Dandelion wouldn't have known the provenance of a Louis XV chair, but
she did know these were comfortable and beautifully crafted. There was
a stylus on the floor, looking like a thick heavy pointer. She sat in
the chair, her single pair of wings folding automatically. She pointed
at what was called a 'dime' camera because it was the size of that
coin. 15mm across, the cube shape was the size of a standard computer
monitor to her, and the screen she would be working from was larger
than a flat screen TV.
"Now we just need something to jar them a bit." She looked around then
ran over to the corner. A pair of younger Faerie helped her wrestle a
statuette by an artist called Lenox named 'Fiery fairy' into position.
The 130mm tall statuette looked like Dandelion's seven foot six inch
tall disapproving older sister. The price tag from when Frank had
bought it over at Disneyland still hung around her neck.
"I left the tag on that for a reason. The statue as we both know is
five and one eighth inches tall, almost seven and a half feet tall to
us. To buy one made in its apparent size would cost several thousand
dollars. So they will see it, remember it, then later, they will
perhaps visit a Disney store, see it there at normal size, and suddenly
they will realize we are real."
Periwinkle looked at the scene, pondering it. "And how many of these,
these-"
"Chat meeting sites."
"Chat meetings do you think we will need?"
"Here, we can stay with one line until it gets going well as a test.
We'll have the more technically adept nests start their own. If it
works, we can explain it to other nests. We can stop at any time
without problems if there is any danger.
"We're charging a very low chat fee, something like a dollar or fifty
cents a minute."
"Charging them for talking?"
"It's mainly the companies that run them that gets the money,"
Dandelion said. "They will charge for the use of their bandwidth and-"
"Yes, enough. And how much do we get?"
"About five cents a minute. What it costs us to make the call out, so
we're breaking even."
Periwinkle shook her head. "Then by all means go ahead."
First nibbles at the bait.
Macy Washington wiped down the counter top in her kitchen as she
prepared to go to bed. Three years into marriage and five years out of
college, she was hardly a newlywed anymore. She and her husband, Alan
had settled into a comfortable, but un-fulfilling suburbanite
lifestyle.
Their new home in Alpharetta, Georgia had four bedrooms, but they had
no children. In spite of Macy's persistence, they had no plans to have
them any time soon. Al always told her they couldn't afford to live
without her income as an account executive at Coca-Cola, and she didn't
want to have to rely on childcare to raise her family. So she waited
for Al to make partner at the accounting firm he worked for. He told
her that the bump in income he would get from that promotion would
allow her to stay home and raise the kids.
So that grand house stood almost empty. Aside from the master bedroom,
the rest of the sleeping quarters in their home served another purpose
- an office for Al, a guest bedroom, and worst of all storage.
But as much as Macy wanted to believe that finances alone were the
reason for Al's reluctance, she feared that it wasn't the true reason.
At best, she thought that perhaps Al just didn't feel ready for
fatherhood. At worst, she hoped against all hope that all of those late
evenings at the office, all that time at client meetings, all that time
spent on the phone or responding to emails, wasn't what she feared it
was - a cover for an affair. She'd seen it before, friends of friends,
neighbors and co-workers falling to infidelity. Macy loved Al. She
tried to trust him. Deep down, she knew he loved her, but she was still
afraid.
Her suspicions peaked as she entered the bedroom. Al was in bed,
staring at his laptop when she stepped into the room. He looked
surprised and slammed the lid to the computer shut.
"Sneaking around again," she snarled.
"No, hon', really," Al stammered.
"Don't lie to me," she scolded, "I hate it when you lie to me."
Al just gave her a guilty look.
"Don't try to hide it. I KNOW you're up to something!"
She'd caught him before, looking at porn not long after they had gotten
married, and as much as that disturbed her, she worried that it was
just the tip of the iceberg - that he was carrying on with someone else
in a chat room or something.
"I was looking for a present for Emily," Al said finally.
"Oh really," Macy sighed, rubbing her temples in the hope she could
forestall the migraine. Emily was their seven-year-old niece. "Then
why'd you shut the computer off?" She asked in a tightly angry voice.
"You know how she was into the Fairies from the Disney store," Al said
as more of a statement than a question.
Macy nodded.
"I was trying to get her something from some where else because she
suddenly decided she didn't like Tinkerbell any more after the
Tinkebell movie. So I Googled Fairy last week," He motioned to the bed
beside him. "But I found this instead."
He opened the laptop. He hadn't closed it enough to shut it down so the
screen was still up. She slid up beside him
INNERWORLD PRESENTS TALK TO THE LOCAL FAIRY
"Innerworld?"
Yeah. They came up as an organization that has people who believe in a
lot of off the wall stuff. But the biggest section is fairies like
Tinkerbell. I had been thinking about buying her a membership. So I
went online when I came up to bed, and they had just added this page.
"It's like those personalized chat lines they started a few years ago,
and I signed on just to see what Emily might be seeing on screen."
He tapped the link, inserted his user name AL:
WELCOME BACK AL. WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE (Y/N) He tapped Y.
"I had just gotten on and taken a look at what was happening when you
came in," he explained. "So it hasn't cost me a dime."
"Cost? What do they charge?"
"Half a buck a minute. I hadn't gotten that far. Just in far enough to
see whoever is on the other end, and I freaked. I was backing out of
the site when you came in," Al turned the laptop and showed Macy the
Innerworld website.
"Tell me what you see, he said.
She looked at the screen. LOCAL FAERIE ON LINE: THREE IN STATE OF
GEORGIA. ONE AVAILABLE. WIDEN SEARCH TO NATIONAL? (Y/N) INTERNATIONAL?
(Y/N)
Intrigued, she hit no twice.
PLEASE WAIT WHILE WE CONNECT YOU. BE ADVISED THIS IS NOT AN ADULT SITE
FOR SEXUAL PURPOSES. IF THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR, PLEASE CLOSE
YOUR ACCOUNT AND LOOK ELSEWHERE. A little picture of Tinkerbell waved
an admonitory finger toward the screen.
ALL TIME IS CHARGED FROM BEGINNING OF CALL AND IS FIFTY CENTS PER
MINUTE OR PART THEREOF. DO YOU STILL WISH TO CONNECT? (Y/N)
"That's the only reason I went further. If they showed me something
Emily shouldn't be looking at I could honestly tell you that they had
lied to me," Al commented. She looked at him then hit the Y.
On screen it looked like a cave of all things. In the background was a
statue lit by firelight, and in the foreground a rather attractive
woman busy with something. She looked up to the side, then at the
camera. Then she picked up what looked like a large plastic tube.
Several moments later, a comment came up.
HELLO TO WHOEVER YOU ARE. MY NAME IS BAYBERRY. WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO
LET ME SEE YOUR IMAGE AS WELL?
OH, SORRY ABOUT MY SLOW TYPING SPEED. THEY DON'T MAKE KEYBOARDS IN MY
SIZE.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Macy asked.
"You didn't notice it?" Al asked suddenly.
"Notice what?" He tapped the screen. She looked. "It's a statue, so..,"
she fell silent as he pointed at the chest of drawers across the room.
She stared at the statue entitled 'Fiery Fairy' that they had already
bought before Emily had dropped her bombshell. It looked like a ticked
off Tinkerbell. "So it's the same. So what?"
He looked at her, shaking her head. "You'd have to get the artist's
permission and pay him to cast a larger one, and that little piece of
fluff set us back over a hundred dollars."
"So she's-" Then it hit her. She stared at the screen. That statue
authorized by the artist would be worth thousands! The only other
answer... No. That wasn't possible!
IF YOU WOULD RATHER NOT ALLOW ME YOUR IMAGE, I WILL BE GLAD TO TALK
WITH YOU ANYWAY. The woman on the other end was watching her own screen
intently.
Macy reached out her fingers above the alt and back arrow buttons. One
quick click... Instead she reached beyond them. "Who are you?"
The woman looked at the camera. Only now did Macy notice what looked
like small antennae. MY NAME IS BAYBERRY AS I HAVE ALREADY SAID.
HOWEVER from the wording of your statement PERHAPS WHAT YOU MEAN IS
WHAT AM I?
Macy hit the y and Enter.
The woman became a beehive of activity. Their computer flashed a screen
MONEY REFUNDED, ACCOUNT CLOSED.
Then she looked at the screen, winked and bent to her own keyboard
again. This response was lightning fast.
A SECURITY MEASURE. ALL MONEY PAID FOR THE BRIEF TIME YOU WERE ONLINE
WAS REFUNDED. BY DOING SO, WE HAVE CUT THE CONNECTION TO THE COMPANY
THAT FUNDS THE CHATROOM, AND NOW IT COSTS NOTHING MORE THAN STANDARD
PHONE CHARGES. I WILL REVEAL WHAT I AM. IF THIS FRIGHTENS OR DISTURBS
YOU, PLEASE CLICK END AT ANY TIME, AND THE CONNECTION WILL BE SEVERED.
HOWEVER I MUST WARN YOU THAT DOING SO WILL LOG A RECORD OF YOUR
INTERNET ADDRESS AND ANY ATTEMPT TO COMMUNICATE WITH US FURTHER WILL BE
DEALT WITH AS WE SEE FIT. PLEASE SIGNAL ACCEPTANCE BY HITTING Y OR LOG
OUT AT THIS TIME.
Macy didn't even remember hitting the y key again.
The woman stood. Her clothing was best described as caveman stereotype;
Just a fur and leather bikini that would have fit well into the skimpy
costuming of the movie One Million years B.C and nothing else. Then she
turned her back, and a pair of wings spread out until they stretched as
far as her arms would have reached.
She held the pose for several seconds. Then they folded back. She
turned, returning to the screen. But this time she made no move to type
any response. She merely waited patiently.
"Oh my god," Macy gasped. She looked at Al. He was as thunderstruck as
she was.
"I saw the antennae and the statue but I didn't see... didn't see
that."
Macy returned her view to the screen. The fairy, for that is what it
had to be merely sat there patiently. She had the air of someone that
had spent a lot of time waiting for someone to make up their minds.
Macy looked down, watching the keyboard as if afraid of what the answer
would be.
"Is this real or computer generated?"
The reply came quickly. WE HAVE BEEN SHOWN HOW TO PROGRAM SOME ANSWERS
SO THAT THEY CAN BE DELIVERED IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS TO EXPLAIN WHY SOME
TIMES YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT AND AT OTHERS NOT.
THIS IS A REAL IMAGE ALTERED IN NO WAY. I AM NOT A COMPUTER GENERATED
IMAGE. WHILE THERE IS NOT ENOUGH ROOM FOR ME TO FLY HERE, IF YOU ASK ME
TO DO ANYTHING PHYSICALLY I WILL COMPLY PROVIDED IT IS NOT OF A SEXUAL
NATURE. WE ARE SEXUAL BEINGS, BUT BY THE SAME TOKEN WE PREFER TO HAVE
OUR PARTNERS WHERE WE CAN PHYSICALLY TOUCH THEM.
Macy stared at it. She typed "pretend to sneeze' trying to think of the
most off the wall thing such a stricture would allow.
She hit the send key and less than a second later; the fairy went
through the long convoluted measure of a faked sneeze. Then she really
sneezed silently, grinning sheepishly.
"Bless you," Macy replied instinctively.
I give you thanks for your gentle pains. Came the slow reply. The
blessing for such has fallen aside in your society. Do you have video
capability, or are you merely a shy person?
Al reached forward, and before Macy could protest, the camera in the
lid of the laptop came up. The fairy looked at her screen, grinned even
more delighted, and leaned forward for another slow reply.
HAIL AND WELL MET MY FRIENDS. MAY I ASK YOUR NAMES? Macy gave their
names. MACY AND AL. WELL MET INDEED. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT?
"How can you be real? I thought Fairies were imaginary!"
THAT IS NOT TRUE. WE HAVE BEEN HERE ALONGSIDE YOU FOR LONGER THAN YOUR
RACE HAS WRITTEN RECORD. WE HAVE JUST NOT BEEN NOTICED. PART OF THIS IS
BECAUSE OF RELIGION. SINCE WE ARE NOT 'MAN NOR BEAST', WE MUST BE
IMAGINARY. Bayberry grimaced at that. THOSE WHO HAVE ADMITTED SEEING US
IN THE PAST HAVE BEEN RIDICULED OR LOCKED IN BEDLAM.
"Bedlam?"
WHAT THE MODERN TONGUE MIGHT BE CALLED A HOSPITAL FOR THE INSANE. IN MY
DAY IT WAS A DANK DUNGEON IN LONDON WHERE THE MAD WERE SENT TO WITHER
AWAY AND DIE.
"Your day?"
I AM OVER 900 YEARS OLD. I CAME TO THIS LAND UPON A SHIP CALLED THE
SPARROW IN 1600. She looked at the screen. WOULD YOU JUST WISH TO TALK?
OR PERHAPS YOU WOULD BE WILLING TO HELP US?
"In what way?"
WE ARE HUMAN IN FORM, BUT OF A MUCH SMALLER STATURE. THE ONE THING THAT
HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS SUPPLIED US WITH IS SEED TO PROPOGATE OUR RACE. Now
the face was more expectant.
Macy looked at her husband. "All right, smart ass, you got us into
this. What do you want to do now?
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