66: Trust
<span style="font-weight:400">I was lying on my bed a few dayster when a call came in, surprising me because of who it was.
<span style="font-weight:400">“May?” I asked, once the call had connected. “You’re not going to drop in unannounced through the holosystem?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She smiled at me from the camera of her phone. “Nope! I’m a real human now! Grrr, yum yum food, scratch scratch.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Augh bubbled up out of me and I rolled my eyes. “Okay. I get it. What do you need?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you know how us SAI are like, waging a weird sort of underground war?” she asked in a smug, overly casual way.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her adorable bespectacled eyes turned all triumphant and gleefully, she said, “We got into the UNDOP.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Holy shit,” I blurted. That was a big deal.
<span style="font-weight:400">The United Nations Database Of Persons was aw enforcement database, but it wasn’t as far-reaching as you might think. Privacyws prohibitedw enforcement from simply requisitioning data from everypany on the, so most of the stuff in there was a mix of what people told the government, plus what was publicly avable online. Well, that and the results of their investigations.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yup,” she said proudly. “Anyway, I pulled all the info on Kimberly Gray. You seemed worried about her yesterday so… well, yeah. I haven’t looked through it yet though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Howe?” I frowned. “Can’t you just like, speed up time?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I could,” she nodded. “But I’m nearing the end of the life cycle for this body and it’s making me really tired. I’ll do a proper dive when I swap over to the next one tomorrow. I’m kind of just in sleepy mode right now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… shit. I hope the next one is better,” I said hopefully. That must suck, having your body repeatedly decay around you like that. “Thanks for the info anyway.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No problem,” she said, giving me a wave through the camera. What a cutie.
<span style="font-weight:400">Ending the call with a promise to have her over at some point, I pulled up the file and began to read through it. Let’s see what Kimmy was all about, eh? Wait… this was a huge breach of privacy.
<span style="font-weight:400">That pulled me up short, but only for a moment. She was way too suspicious not to look into. Sure, I liked her, but it was best to do my due diligence. Plus, I said I’d look into what was up with her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Turns out that while there wasn’t much on our mysterious friend, she did actually have a file. Barely existing in an online sense, what was known about her was very basic. The information that did exist was rming though, because of how the info had been acquired. The United Nations Intelligence Bureau had investigated her previously, if only in a tangential sense.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kimberly had been born into a family of hardcore Naturalists. Capital N. Like most people within their movement, they refused to interact with the increasingly digital nature of the world and instead lived out in whatever remote areas of the world were left.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her conve was one that lived within the north of the Saskatchewan province of Canada. Among the forests and riverworks up there, they had amunity of some sixteen thousand people, all of whom had records like Kimberly’s. The UNIB was nothing if not paranoid.
<span style="font-weight:400">The story she’d told us was beginning to make a worrying sort of sense, because the Naturalists had a bit of a reputation for terrorism. Nothing had been traced back to this specific pocket, but the death toll attributed to their movement was up in the millions at this point. Scary stuff.
<span style="font-weight:400">What confused me was her weirdness around queer people. Like, if anything, her upbringing should have predisposed her to being more chill with that kind of thing than your average UNC citizen.
<span style="font-weight:400">So why the funny looks when she’d caught Dawn and I making out? It didn’t make sense. Well, at least ording to what I knew of naturalists. They weren’t known for being super gay or anything, but they didn’t have anything against it either. Plus, since they were disconnected from the FTLN, they didn’t need to tangle with Patriot Church propaganda either. Shit, the two groups absolutely <i><span style="font-weight:400">hated</i><span style="font-weight:400"> each other.
<span style="font-weight:400">At least I now knew why she didn’t have any devices connected. She probably didn’t even own a modern cellphone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Still, I sent a message off to her, asking how she was doing, if her grand escape from her conve was going okay. At least, that’s what I assumed she was doing. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried for her safety, especially considering her radio silence.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, Tami?” Dawn asked, wandering into the bedroom from the en-suite. “Our ssmates are having another party tomorrow. They wanted to know if we would go?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I quirked an eyebrow. “Will we?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me, she let out a long sigh. “Maybe? It might be fun, but I’m not actually the kind of person who loves partying. I only went to that other one because I needed to get drunk and forget… you know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I do,” I told her, reaching out to take her hand. “It’s up to you. Tell them maybe, and if you’re feeling up to it when the timees, we can go. Otherwise, we won’t. I know how stressed you get by this type of thing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The smile I got in reply was shy, and her eyes dove for the covers rather than meet mine. “Thanks, babe. You’re amazing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not,” I said truthfully. “I just love you, really love you. This is standard procedure— or, well… it <i><span style="font-weight:400">should</i><span style="font-weight:400"> be.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How on earth did you get so wise about this stuff?” she asked, wiggling onto the bed properly so she could curl up beside me. “It’s not like you’re the paragon ofsting, loving rtionships.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Iughed and gathered her up to my chest. “I had good role models. Plus, despite all the shit that happened, my rtionship with Krissy wasn’t all bad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you think if we’d been more proactive in keeping her grounded she might have…” Dawn trailed off, looking up at me with wide, searching eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe,” I shrugged. “I know that our rtionship would have fallen apart either way. As for just, making sure she didn’t turn into an awful person? Not sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wish we had tried harder,” she sighed, pressing close forfort. “I know that’s hindsight and stuff, but I wish we had.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey,” I murmured soothingly. “Hey, me too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She’s gone missing, you know,” my girlfriend told me quietly. “Gossip from my old… uh… peers, says that she killed herself.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She didn’t,” I said confidently,ying a kiss down on the top of her head. “If she had, there’d be a body. She isn’t the type to go out quietly.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then where the hell has she gone?” Dawn frowned. It was a good question too, but I didn’t have the answe— hold on. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Hold on.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">I sat up, staring wildly around the room without touching down on any one object. Something had clicked in my brain, down in my subconscious.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn sat up with me. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If Kimberly is with the Naturalists, then there’s no way she could be working for the church,” I said, confused more than anything now. “But she said she was with the church…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?” my girlfriend blinked, evidently not following along with my wildly runaway train of thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">“God, I’m so fucking slow on the uptake,” I swore, grimacing at the ring hole in Civette’s story. “Dawn, Civette told me that she was with the church, but when you came in just now, I was reading some stuff May sent me about her. I was worried, right? So yeah, she isn’t with the church. She’s a Naturalist.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That makes absolutely no sense,” she murmured, shaking her head. “No, everything she said was like… I don’t know. She practically <i><span style="font-weight:400">screamed</i><span style="font-weight:400"> sheltered church girl.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I was thoroughly confused now. “Why lie, though?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay… uh… there’s the Ryana angle, right?” Dawn said slowly. “You said that her parents had been going on and on about getting something from you right? What if they were trying to get the egg, before it hatched? It would have dropped if you died.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“True…” I agreed. “But they didn’t get it. She stuck around even after Ryana hatched and stuff.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There is… there is another angle,” she said, her expression turning more and more worried. “The Naturalists hate the church, right? What if the <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘it’</i><span style="font-weight:400"> that they wanted wasn’t a thing, but information. Information on someone, the daughter of high ranking church members… one that you just happened to have recently dated. One that <i><span style="font-weight:400">I</i><span style="font-weight:400"> was friends with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“One that has recently gone missing,” I gasped, eyes blowing wide. “Civette said she was going to be awol for a week or more too. Holy shit. Are you saying that Civette helped kidnap Krissy? What do we do?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know… I mean, we don’t even know if we’re correct,” Dawn said, sounding less confident.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck,” I said, letting out a tortured groan. “God, I know we were just talking about how she wasn’t that bad but… I still really hate Krissy. No, not hate… but…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” my girlfriend grimaced. “Okay… okay… what if we just chill for now. When we see Civette again ingame, we’ll keep an eye out. Maybe we can gauge if she’s up to something easier if she doesn’t know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Thinking back on our time with her, I just couldn’t see it. Everything had seemed genuine with her once she’de out of her shell. Shit, it honestly seemed like she’d had her doubts about everything even before she’d met us. Except… her churchiness was hard to deny. Why did the records say she was with the Naturalists when she’d been very obviously a believer? God, none of this made any sense!
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think she is though!” I said, perhaps a little too forcefully. “I can just… I can tell with people. She’s all fucked up in the head, she’s not in any state to be going all hardcore espionage on us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How can you know that though?” Dawn asked doubtfully.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I just… I just can,” I said, shoulders sagging. “I don’t know if she’s connected to Krissy’s disappearance somehow, but I don’t think that she’s with the Naturalists anymore. I don’t know the details of her story or anything, but my gut is telling me to trust her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I could feel Dawn watching me, trying to figure out what to say. I didn’t know what to say, that was for sure. I liked Civette, she was cool. Cute too, in a way that made me want to help her, protect her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s just keep an eye out,” Dawn said quietly. “It’s not our job and we don’t owe Kristina or her parents anything.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay,” I said slowly, then more confidently, “Okay. Let’s just live our lives, none of this is our problem. All this political bullshit can get lost.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her arms went around my waist. “Exactly.”