Transfer

## Ships log: HvCFT Singularity: Personal Entry
 ## Date: August 12, 2007
 ## Log by: Pilot Bittype

Singularity was docked at Zero One while the Glitch Society council discussed her recent application for temporary transfer to the Aggregator. Bit walked almost in a daze towards Aggregators berth, remembering what had prompted her request. She had jacked into one of her private simulations after once again being woken in the middle of the night with dream memories of her short time merged with the Singularity. She had found WN in the simulation and had wanted to kill him for his invasion of her private sanctum, indeed they had started fighting even though WN knew this particular simulation did not have safety protocols engaged; if she killed him he would die in the real.

“Damn fool.” She thought as she remembered the fight. She had indeed almost killed him, but somehow he knew she would not. A grim smile played over her face as she remembered him laying on his back beneath her; his neck trapped between her thighs, all she had to do was apply just the right amount of pressure, twist slightly and WN would be dead. The son of a bitch actually made a point of looking up her short skirt and saying, “If you’re going to kill me Bitt, I can’t think of a better way to go.” Then the bastard actually grinned.

At that point she had released him and savagely kicked his shoulder to push him away.

He didn’t say much after that, but what he did say got her thinking, which she supposed was his intention in the first place. She knew of course that M4rb had forbidden him to directly confront her, still she had grudgingly come to respect his guts, and he KNEW she could kill him without much remorse. He knew more about her than she had ever allowed ANYONE to know, not even her husband, more specifically he KNEW and understood what she had been through, was going through.

She had seen the symptoms, remembered them from the drug addicts she had seen in the matrix when she was still a Bluepill.

She was addicted, not to any drug but to something far more powerful and deadly, she was addicted to power, the raw unbridled power of near GOD like proportions. For those few hours that she was directly linked to the Singularity she had been a GOD. Hence her request that M4rb transfer her to another ship on temporary assignment, she realised now that what she needed was a new ship and a new crew at least for a while. In the back of her mind was her oath to Bilquis, she knew she could not keep that oath unless she faced and conquered her addiction, Aggregator was, she hoped, sufficiently different from Singularity that she would be able to fight off and eventually destroy or at least control the craving for the kind of power she had had at her disposal.

Bitt smiled as she remembered her conversation with Proc, he had been right of course, even if the program she and Rush had been working on was perfected; the Machines would never allow her to experience it again. She still didn’t quite understand why she had spoken to Proc about it, perhaps it was as she had said, and she had needed to talk to someone who was not directly involved or had a personal interest in her.

Without realizing she had walked there Bitt found herself standing next to Gookin still on his Jack in couch. She reached down and placed her hand on his shoulder, there was no love lost between them for sure, still he was an established member of the faction and if not a friend then at the very least an extended member of her family.

Not really being aware of what she was saying Bitt started talking to him.

“You’re a chicken shit son of a bitch, you know that Gook. I had you pegged as a fighter, but no… All you can do is beg your friend and Captain to pull the plug, to kill you instead of trusting him… Trusting US to get you out of this. Yeah I know I’m not supposed to know the details, but well let’s just say dash has been a little preoccupied, I found the report on an open screen in our quarters; shut it down of course but I saw enough to figure out what was going on.

“We’ll get you back… Even if it is only so I can kill you myself.”

“Uhmm” The sound came from behind her.

Bitt turned her head to see Procurator leaning against the door frame and a very worried Selena hurrying towards her husband.

“Not the best way to encourage someone to come out of a coma Bitt.” Proc spoke quietly, every word perfectly enunciated and crystal clear.

Selena was now very close to her, “Bitt… Don’t you think your gripping his shoulder a bit hard?”

Glancing down Bitt realised her knuckles had turned white with the pressure she was exerting.

“Wouldn’t do to have him think I didn’t care enough to visit dear. Or for people to think I’d gone soft.” Slowly Bitt eased her fingers apart and released Gookins shoulder while turning a gentle smile on Selena. Whispering for Selena only Bitt followed with, “Got a reputation to think of hun. Don’t worry we’ll get him back to you.”

Suddenly Bitts hand shot out and grabbed Gookins wrist just inches from the side of her head. Gookin had spasmed again; she knew of course that it meant the damn Prolimit programme was forcing his RSI to do something he didn’t want to do.

Aloud she said. “You’ll have to do better than that you little shit.” Gently tapping Gookins cheek several times.

As she turned from Gookin, Bitt brought her hands up and gently resting them on Selena’s upper arms, she bent her head so their foreheads touched and whispered, “We’ll get him back girl, we’ll get him back.”

Proc raised an eyebrow, not used to seeing Bitt display tenderness to anyone, Remembering M4rbs warning that Bitt disliked people seeing her being gentle or weak Proc turned his attention to a scratch only he could see on the bulkhead; mumbling about crew members shirking their duties.

As she walked past him Bitt nodded toward Proc, “Captain.”

A moment later Procurator fell into step with her, “Just thought you’d like to know; the council has approved your transfer. I’ve taken the liberty of having your personal effects sent over.”

Bitt spared him a brief glance, but the fire in her eyes forced him to file away that little piece of information… ‘Anything even remotely personal is off limits.’

“You’ll be berthed on the Operations Deck of course, wouldn’t do to have our pilot too far away from her duty station. Flare has been notified of your umm.. Nocturnal habits. Oh and I’ve had her load up a couple of simulation programs for you so you can get to grips with the controls while we are docked. Marb said you like to get stuck in with the engineers, so you’ll find a few technical files too.”

Bitt turned her head slightly to one side and nodded, from his earlier conversation with M4rb Procurator knew she had just accepted his unspoken offer of assistance and would jack in to the simulations at the first opportunity.

“Now if you’ll just follow me I’ll show you to your quarters, and give you a tour.”

“Thank you, but I’ll find my way. I need to learn my way around anyway.”

Proc stopped dead in his tracks, not quite expecting that response, Bitt just carried on walking.

At a loss Procurator called after her, “Don’t crash my ship.” Again he noticed the odd way she turned her head slightly and nodded, then she was out of his field of view. Proc had the strangest feeling she had just acknowledged a direct order.

#END LOG#