{"id":389,"date":"2024-04-27T14:46:09","date_gmt":"2024-04-27T18:46:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ardath-rekha.com\/wips\/?p=389"},"modified":"2025-01-28T23:53:58","modified_gmt":"2025-01-29T04:53:58","slug":"identity-theft-chapter-24","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ardath-rekha.com\/wips\/identity-theft-chapter-24\/","title":{"rendered":"The Changeling Game, Chapter 24"},"content":{"rendered":"<style type=\"text\/css\">\ntt {\nfont: .857em menlo, monaco, consolas, monospace;\nmargin: auto;\n}\nh2 {\ntext-align: center;\n}\nh2.chapterhead {\nmargin-bottom: 2em;\ntext-align: center;\n}\n  .nowrap {\n    text-indent: 0;\n    display: inline-block;\n}\n<\/style>\n<p><b>Title:<\/b> The Changeling Game <small>(Formerly <i>Identity Theft<\/i>)<\/small><br \/>\n<b>Author:<\/b> Ardath Rekha<br \/>\n<b>Chapter:<\/b> 24\/?<br \/>\n<b>Fandom:<\/b> TCOR AU<br \/>\n<b>Rating:<\/b> T<br \/>\n<b>Warnings:<\/b> Adult themes, controversial subject matter, harsh language<br \/>\n<b>Category:<\/b> Gen<br \/>\n<b>Pairing:<\/b> None<br \/>\n<b>Summary:<\/b> Learning how to predict the phantom tide cycle of their new, temporary, home leads Jack and Kyra to a disturbing discovery. With many other lives at stake, the two roll the dice and reach out to a stranger for help.<br \/>\n<b>Disclaimer:<\/b> The characters and events of <i>Pitch Black,<\/i> <i>The Chronicles of Riddick,<\/i> and <i>The Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury<\/i> are not mine, but belong to Universal Studios.  I just <i>wish<\/i> I were in charge of their fates.  No money is being made off of this.  I\u2019m writing strictly for love of the story.<br \/>\n<b>Feedback:<\/b> Absolutely, the more the better!  Shred me, whip me, beat me, make me feel grammatical! I post \u201crough,\u201d so I can always use the help. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<input type='hidden' bg_collapse_expand='6aac0beed82bd1063458982' value='6aac0beed82bd1063458982'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-more-text-6aac0beed82bd1063458982' value='Long post is long. Click to read the story.'><input type='hidden' id='bg-show-less-text-6aac0beed82bd1063458982' value='Hide the story again.'><button id='bg-showmore-action-6aac0beed82bd1063458982' class='bg-showmore-plg-button bg-green-button  '   style=\" color:#D9ECFB;\">Long post is long. Click to read the story.<\/button><div id='bg-showmore-hidden-6aac0beed82bd1063458982' ><\/p>\n<h2 class=\"chapterhead\">24.<br \/>\n<u>Mad Dogs and Englishmen<\/u><\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cThis is too fuckin\u2019 weird.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Jack looked over at Kyra, who was staring up toward the library ceiling again. Filtered through water that only they could see, the lights were brilliant aqua. The whole room was bathed in blue-green light. A large school of fish darted around above them, casually passing through the stacks like particolored ghosts.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Around them, oblivious to the massive ocean that was passing over and through them, dozens   of people sat at tables, researching different topics. Just to top off the strangeness, several of them were working with holographic replicas of ancient texts, sometimes forgetting themselves and passing their hands right through the pages as if they, too, were transdimensional fish.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cThat\u2019s a serious understatement,\u201d she murmured back.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">To the right, suspended on one wall, the chrono displayed three different clocks: two forms of Standard Time\u2014based on the old Earth time system, using its years, months, days, hours, and minutes, one readout three hours ahead of the more universally used system\u2014and Local Time, which Jack had been stunned to realize was necessary to account for the fact that one Tangiers Prime day was almost two Standard days long.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Most of the worlds that humanity had terraformed and colonized, like Deckard\u2019s World and even Helion Prime, were much more similar to Earth. Helion Prime\u2019s day was a mere fifteen minutes longer than a Standard day, while Deckard\u2019s World\u2019s day was just eight minutes shorter. Aside from some periodic calendar resets to realign themselves back to Standard, adapting had been easy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">But Tangiers Prime, one of the oldest of all colonies, had been among the first to be chosen and terraformed, and colonists back then been a lot less <i>choosy<\/i> about the kinds of worlds they\u2019d attempt to make Earthlike. The extra-long days and nights might have caused severe extremes in temperature, but the thick upper atmosphere acted as an insulator. Still, few people were ever out during the hours of midnight or high noon, some twenty-two hours apart from each other.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">For the inhabitants of this strange world, it meant that those were the two sleep periods most people engaged in, breaking each rotational period into two shortish \u201cdays\u201d with the peak activity occurring in the twilight hours.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The locals were used to it, only considering it any kind of potential hardship during the month of Ramadan, when\u2014according to a chatty food cart owner, anyway\u2014the daytime period was still fourteen hours long, making fasting quite unpleasant. Only one sect observed that stricture; the other, dominant sect on Tangiers Prime had found a clever work-around by deciding that fasting only need occur while it would be daylight in Old Mecca, back on Earth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Which meant that almost everyone in Tangiers Prime had chronos displaying the time in Federacy Standard +3, which she\u2019d been told\u2014by the chatty food vendor\u2014matched up with Arabian Standard Time back on Earth.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">No one could actually go <i>there<\/i>, of course; the original Mecca had been lost in the Great Asian War, which had irretrievably poisoned almost the entire eastern hemisphere of Earth and forced virtually all of humanity to leave. But it was immortalized in art and literature, probably romanticized to an unrealistic level, and still prayed to by tens of billions across the Federacy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cYou getting anywhere with that?\u201d Kyra\u2019s question pulled her back into the moment.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cAlmost,\u201d she answered. \u201cHow does this look to you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">On the screen, a complex waveform formed above a time code. The first wave peaked roughly an hour before the code marking Tangiers Prime\u2019s noon hour. It descended, crossing a line marked \u201csea level\u201d five and three quarters hours later, dropping down to a \u201clow tide\u201d at the 11.5 hour mark and then rising again to meet the vertical line marking midnight, reaching a loftier height than the first peak. A second sine wave appeared, warping the downward sides, raising the overall form back up before it could reach \u201csea level\u201d and generating new mini-peaks of its own after each of the \u201chigh tides.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Kyra frowned. She pointed to the slight trough when the original wave had almost reached sea level, only to reverse. \u201cSo we landed then?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cYeah. The landing zone was ten meters above sea level, but the water was still fifteen meters above.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cSo five meters on the tarmac.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cAnd it was already starting to rise again as we landed. It went up roughly another five meters.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cWhich is why that Tommy guy\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cTomlin.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cIt\u2019s why Tomlin thought anything above twenty meters should be safe for everybody?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cYeah. I couldn\u2019t figure out why it would do that, or be so high, until I remembered the other two moons looked like they were about four or five hours behind the main one. They\u2019re close enough to each other in the sky right now that they\u2019re reinforcing each other\u2019s gravitational pull.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cIf you say so,\u201d Kyra sighed. \u201cDamn it. I hate being from a place where everybody insisted math and science were \u2018Men\u2019s Business.\u2019 I\u2019m starting to think maybe the assholes of New Dartmouth were <i>right<\/i> about a lot of shit\u2026\u201d She shook her head. \u201cSo this is what you got when you added those two moons?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cYeah. See how low the tide would have gone without their influence? Instead, it was already starting to climb again when we were evacuating the ship. We just barely made it to Le Rif in time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">That, she\u2019d learned, was the name of the down-on-its-luck hillside suburb they\u2019d rented in, named after a mountain chain in Old Morocco.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cAnd about five hours after we fell asleep, the water showed up in our room?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cYeah. Megaluna generates a big pull.\u201d She grinned as Kyra rolled her eyes. That was her name for the enormous moon, and she was sticking with it. \u201cIt was full, so that\u2019s probably as high as it will ever go\u2026 but I want to make sure because I don\u2019t like how its wave seems closer to the wave generated by the two moons, this second time, than it was the first time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Watching the tide start rolling back in, hours before sunrise, only to roll out again, had bothered her enough to launch this whole research project. She didn\u2019t quite understand why it had created a prickle of dread within her, but she was learning to trust those feelings.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cAnd those two moons aren\u2019t the same as the two in U1?\u201d Kyra asked.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cNope. Elsewhere\u2019s moons are totally different ones. Qamar and Taziri,\u201d she said, naming the two moons of Tangiers Prime, \u201cwere both below the horizon at the time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cOkay, so how do we make sure?\u201d Kyra, Jack had discovered, had an insatiable thirst for knowledge, something she was only just starting to explore. Up until now, virtually all of the schooling she\u2019d received had been doctrinal in one way or another, and that was something she\u2019d grown to reject. Now, especially with topics that directly affected their lives, her hunger to learn had come out in force. Jack found herself wanting to encourage it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cWell, now that these two waves look right\u2026 match up with what we saw\u2026 and the program has calculated out the sizes, positions, and probable orbits of the three moons that would produce them\u2026\u201d Jack glanced at her friend and grinned, \u201cwe let it forecast the next several cycles and see what happens.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Doing this project, which had taken several hours and required them to stay downtown when the next tide rolled in, had helped distract Jack from the awful story that had come up in the newsfeeds shortly after the sun had risen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-left: 2em;margin-top: 1em;margin-bottom: 1em;margin-right: 2em;text-align: center\"><tt>Eighteen Dead Among the Quarantined <i>Scarlet Matador<\/i> Passengers and Crew<\/tt><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The article had had a weird spin on it, suggesting without directly claiming that some exotic illness had forced the quarantine of everyone on board the <i>Matador,<\/i> but Jack knew what had really happened. Eighteen people had drowned before the deadly danger everyone was in was fully understood and the rooftop evacuation had begun.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Jack wondered where everyone else had been taken. Several of New Marrakesh\u2019s tallest buildings had been tall enough to keep a dozen or more floors above the crest of the tide, after all.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cOkay,\u201d Kyra nudged her. \u201cSo stop woolgathering and let\u2019s see what happens.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Grinning back at Kyra, Jack pressed the \u201cForecast\u201d button on the touch screen, selecting a ten-day period.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The waves rolled out, the larger and smaller tides growing closer and closer to each other and then\u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cOhhhhh <i>fuck,<\/i>\u201d Kyra breathed. Jack couldn\u2019t speak at all.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Five cycles out, two and a half of New Marrakesh\u2019s absurdly long rotational periods away, the waves merged. The graph shrank to accommodate the new wave that resulted, estimated at 90 meters.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cWe need to find Tomlin,\u201d Jack told her best friend, \u201cand warn him.\u201d<\/p>\n<hr style=\"align-content: center;width: 50%;background: linear-gradient(to right, #4474BE 0%, #243a68 100%);height: 3px;margin-top: 1em;margin-bottom: 1em\" \/>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">An hour later, Jack knew for a fact that none of her Ghost Codes had been ferreted out.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">She\u2019d had to go deep into the local systems, posing as law enforcement, to learn everything she needed to know. The surviving passengers and crew of the <i>Matador<\/i> had been moved to one of the glittering office towers at the center of town and given occupancy of the twenty-third through twenty-seventh floors. Jack located the architectural schematics, confirming that this put all five floors just below the new high tide mark. Tomlin was credited with organizing the roof evacuation and minimizing further loss of life after hospital staff had finally notified him that something might be wrong. Now he was in charge of the quarantine and was currently listed as \u201con leave\u201d from his Ground Control job.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">It was approaching noon; most people were in bed or preparing to go there. But the tide had been rising for the last few hours, so Jack had a feeling that Tomlin would be awake and reachable.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">She was almost right about that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Ground Control\u2019s voice was unmistakable, but sleepy, when he answered his comm. \u201cAzul?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">For a moment, Jack thought he was saying someone\u2019s name. Then she remembered hearing that as a greeting throughout Le Rif\u2019s thrift stores that morning, when she and Kyra had been replacing their soaked clothes\u2014\u201cWe just moved in and the water line broke, can you <i>believe<\/i> it?\u201d\u2014before traveling downtown. It wasn\u2019t Arabic or French, so it was probably Berber.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cMr. Tomlin,\u201d she said, making her voice sound as steady and authoritative as possible. \u201cIt\u2019s urgent I speak to you about the <i>Scarlet Matador<\/i> and its passengers. They\u2019re still in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cWho is this?\u201d Tomlin was fully awake and speaking textbook-perfect English again. \u201cHow did you get this number?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cThe answers to those questions aren\u2019t important. What\u2019s happening to your charges is.\u201d Jack held her breath. Hopefully the fact that she had been able to reach him via a completely masked line\u2014something technically forbidden on most worlds\u2014would convince him that he was dealing with someone in a position of authority.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Which made it critical that she didn\u2019t sound, even for a second, like an uncertain teenage girl.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cVery well,\u201d Tomlin replied, and she could hear the curiosity in his voice. \u201cWhen can we meet?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cWe\u2019re close. Name the time and place.\u201d That, she figured, was the best way to cover up her miniscule knowledge of local geography.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cOne hour,\u201d he answered. High noon. He then gave her the address of the building she already knew contained the <i>New Matador<\/i>\u2019s passengers. \u201cI\u2019ll be in the parking garage. Level A. I hope you have some real answers for me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cI will.\u201d Jack cut the call without giving into the temptation to say, as was common on Deckard\u2019s World, <i>buh-bye<\/i> to him. That felt incredibly out of character with the shadowy authority figure she was trying to create in his mind.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cYou watch a lot of spy movies?\u201d Kyra asked beside her, holding in a grin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cOne or two,\u201d Jack answered, letting her own grin out. \u201cOkay, let\u2019s get this data over on the tablet\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">She began transferring the results of her calculations to the brand new unit, purchased just a few hours earlier before they arrived at the library. Part of her still couldn\u2019t help but feel morose that the screen she\u2019d originally built on board the <i>Matador<\/i> hadn\u2019t survived high tide, but the replacement\u2014costly as it had been\u2014would work better for them. She also transferred the data to a chip that she could give Tomlin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201c\u2026and now we can get over there and get ready.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">They stopped on the way to rent lockers to store their other purchases, just in case they had to cut and run.  If Tomlin decided to have the police handy, they might need to.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Fortunately, they\u2019d gotten in some good practice, during the hour that the tide was receding from their apartment, and had even worked out how to \u201cisomorph\u201d almost all the way over into Elsewhere. If they had to, they could escape by passing through the local walls. Holding their breath the whole time, of course. Megaluna\u2019s rising tide was all around them now. It would crest roughly an hour after their meeting with Tomlin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">The streets were almost deserted; for most of the people of Tangiers Prime, the hours surrounding high noon were a sleeping period. Jack found herself grateful that the phantom ocean was filtering some of the intense sunlight, but suddenly found herself wondering if she and Kyra were going to end up sunburnt anyway.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\"><i>Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun\u2026<\/i> It was a line from a song her mother had sometimes played. Suddenly it made perfect sense.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">They arrived at the parking garage half an hour ahead of the scheduled time, walking in as nonchalantly as possible, dressed and acting like two girls, probably tourists, out shopping. Jack had discovered that Kyra needed a little coaching in how to \u201cact casual;\u201d the older girl had no experience with theatrics, or even much in the way of let\u2019s-pretend games. The New Christy Colony had had strict prohibitions against theater and dance. Which was a shame, Jack found herself thinking; her friend\u2019s ferocious grace would have been spectacular on a ballet stage.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">They walked down to Level B, and from there, Jack tapped into the cameras. Ten minutes before the designated time, Tomlin arrived on Level A. Alone.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Apparently, he had his own ideas about how meetings like this were supposed to work. Maybe he\u2019d had a few of them before. Jack watched with bemusement as he paid off the gate guard, who\u2014after he received enough New Dirhams, anyway\u2014shut the gates, put up a sign that said \u201cTemporarily Closed\u201d in four languages, and sauntered off. Tomlin leaned against the guard\u2019s booth, just out of the sunlight\u2019s direct reach, to wait.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cMight as well do this now, right?\u201d Kyra murmured beside her.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Jack nodded and switched off all the cameras on Level A, setting the feed cycle in the building\u2019s main guardroom to switch between everything except the blank cameras. Hopefully nobody would notice that Level A wasn\u2019t appearing at all.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">She switched out of Ghost Mode on the tablet and pulled up the tide cycle. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Tomlin didn\u2019t realize, at first, who they were. He probably thought he was dealing with exactly what they looked like, a pair of teenage girls inconveniently appearing at just the wrong time. \u201cSorry, I\u2019m afraid I need to ask you to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">\u201cMr. Tomlin, it\u2019s good to meet you in person,\u201d Jack said.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">That brought his words to a stop. He looked at them, <i>really<\/i> looked at them, and his eyes widened. \u201cWe\u2019ve been <i>looking<\/i> for you,\u201d he said after a moment.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Jack had not been expecting that. \u201cYou have?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">He nodded, his expression becoming both more certain and a little awed. \u201cP. Finch and J. Houlot?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-indent:1em;margin-bottom: 0\">Well, shit.<\/p>\n<p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Title: The Changeling Game (Formerly Identity Theft) Author: Ardath Rekha Chapter: 24\/? 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