Hello, everyone! So...this story isn't quite as over as I thought it was. I'm going to use it as a place to put all of my CLE-related stories in this same sort of "In Between" universe. If there's one that deviates I'll create a new story, but as it goes this one doesn't, not really. :) Enjoy! It's Laura-centric. Takes place during Madame Einstein.


Part Eleven
Irrelevant

October 1, 2007

Designated "blending-in" period over. Last overheard mention of myself as "that new girl" was seven days ago; no longer considered conspicuous. Few if any other meaningful connections in aggregate. No meaningful interactions with targets other than Stern asking me for the Lit homework five days ago. (I didn't know it either; information was irrelevant.)

Morning routine. Literature. Math. English. Lunch. No meaningful interactions with targets. Now searching for opportunity.

Science. Belpois fudged a question. Disappointing. Disappointing enough that I had to correct it for him. Realized some moments later that this is an establishment of a connection. Will attempt to strengthen connection after class.

Music. Belpois still appears frazzled. How pathetic. Class over. Looked all over campus for targets. Found targets talking to Belpois. Overheard – CORTEX. Breach of security possible. Attempted to break in on conversation to learn more. Pretended "Cortex" was a game in order to confirm identity of topic. Clearly playing along with me. May have rambled some in an effort to establish connection. Connections seem to have worsened when I told him I don't fail at the exercises he does. I didn't know he would be weak enough to find offense at that. I thought people like him reveled in facts. Aelita looks even less impressed than he does. Must change strategy.

History. Class over. Found Belpois again. Attempted to discover more information about Cortex and make clear I was interested – did I really just tell him I was fine?! I despise double meanings. If I could I'd eliminate all of them. I'd give every concept its own name and then I'd get rid of every concept I despised. To think I could make them think I was so sentimental – Used double meanings to imply romantic interest. Made an impression. Belpois does not look as upset. Aelita looks even more. Remembering romantic connection between Belpois and Aelita, I decide that this information is irrelevant. I only need to win one.

Targets have disappeared from campus, all but one. I've found that this is a continuing pattern; maybe I can get more from him. Dunbar sighted, walking alone in the rose garden. He often walks alone. My words seemed to be understood in a different way by him. He appears…distressed. He ran off rebuffing me in the same fashion. Following him.

Followed him through forest and into underground tunnel – I wonder why I never see William in my classes. Ishiyama I see with the targets only, so William must be in another grade like her…I don't even know if I've ever spoken to him, or been around him this long. I don't even know if I've ever looked at a boy my age this long. Boys have such strange…everything. Boys are irrelevant. Boys are gross. – Target arrived at abandoned factory nearby. Punched code into elevator shaft. Attempted to decipher code.

Found I did not have need; Dunbar emerged from shaft some moments later – looking even angrier than he did when he came in. Whatever happened he let it affect him. I hardly know what to think of these people when I try to think of them as anything other than targets which I shouldn't. They're so intent on hurting William, but at the same time I can tell he's hurt them. In a strictly technical sense of course. There is no good and evil, which makes it much easier not to sympathize with either of them. I must be hurting Aelita, but which one of us is good or evil? I know what she is, even if she doesn't know anything about me – I slipped in after him, foregoing the need to use the code.

Emerged in what I am dubbing the Computer Complex. Large computer terminal in a green room. Belpois was at the controls, looking distressed. Computer was malfunctioning. Della Robbia, Stern, and Ishiyama seemed to be within somehow, and Ishiyama is in danger of erasure. Reminiscent of files on the work of W. Schaeffer and A. Hopper-Schaeffer – They've got technology beyond my father's wildest dreams. Virtualization? Digital integration?! All of this technology was lost in the 80s, and we're only now finding it again? If only I could get rid of Belpois and get my hands on it…-

Belpois enlists my help in repairing computer – This is a different kind of distress. The distress of…care. Love. When I was seven I nearly walked into oncoming traffic and the look on his face is like the look I saw on my father's face then. Note to self: delete every part of this log that looks like a disgusting teenage girl's disgusting diary entries. You're better than this. You're a professional. You're not like them, acting on love and passion and faith. Such things are below you. You know what Father said.

Aelita enters during repairs of computer. Attempts to help, Jeremie rebukes her. I'm surprised. I thought they were close to one another. The look in her eyes is…does she hate me or him? If I were to guess I'd be wrong. If it's me it's none of my concern. But she is. Just not right now. That's step two, and her emotions toward this boy are not a part of it. Repairs completed. Jeremie looks proud. I smile at Aelita, an attempt at goodwill. I don't understand why she's still mad. I know this is going to be a problem for me, that it can't go on. I'll have to talk to her eventually. Try to get on her good side as I do what I do. I can't ever make the enemy understand, but I can at least make her work for me.

The computer works again. I've saved Ishiyama. Victory is at hand. I am to be put to a vote to see if I can be trusted with their secret. Will report back soon with the results of the vote. It will not be anything but a yes, I will make sure of it.

October 1, 2007

Designated "blending-in" period over. Last overheard mention of myself as "that new girl" was seven days ago; no longer considered conspicuous. Few if any other meaningful connections in aggregate. No meaningful interactions with targets other than Stern asking me for the Lit homework five days ago. (I didn't know it either; information was irrelevant.)


- Carth