Da Capo (Manifesto)

[Zhenya]

She let them speak without interruption. Zhenya had some experience in the matter, but men did so like to hear their own voices, and she was content to let the boy’s enthusiasm run its course. It was pleasant to witness, for the earnestness lit him up like a sun. He would have to learn some measure of control eventually, of course, and would probably shed some of that adorable naivety in the process. But one was only young once, and it ought be enjoyed while it lasted. She would not be the one to point out that even if he devised the tech, he spoke of a utopia unlikely to come to pass. Not in the hungry, capitalist city they called home. No, she preferred to let dreamers dream.

Natalie departed as swiftly as she arrived. A curiosity for later; there was a story there for sure. Business-woman though she was, Zhenya’s interests were not purely self-serving. Though the sisterly blossom of familiarity over their shared power did not hurt either. She was surprised to watch Adrian follow shortly after, though. Rich Patron’s granddaughters were catches in their own right, but she wondered if it were the discrete confession that Natalie was a channeler which turned his attentions. 

“Such wondrous ambitions, Cruz Vega. Do you have ideas as to how such power might be captured in machines? It would make the likes of you and I quite redundant, no?”