Reconciled in the End

Chapter 14: Makeshift Marriage

When Thomas collected Siren that day, she was ever consumed on her Crown. He guided her gently by hand and nudges on the way home. He gained her attention when he mentioned downloading archaic governmental laws from the times before their Government. They had an archive in the back data bases. A common person could request access, but most didn’t care. History was a thing of the past and barbaric. Science had advanced life to no longer reflect on primitive ways. They evolved out of such.

The laws were the same, Thomas shook his head at slave laws, gun laws, and laws concerning parenting. Less than five percent of partners attempted parenting. It made more productive sense to donate a newborn into civil donation. Sighing, investigating the old laws was a direction to point them somewhere. Bible looked like an old rule book, one crafted for many aspects of life.

Suddenly Siren couldn’t help herself as she sobbed, “I’m awful! Get rid of me Thomas, I think I’m an adulteress! They are horrible and will cause you death and trouble!”

Was Siren an adulteress? No, she didn’t act like that at all. They sought to cause pain and destruction when entangled, Siren was just lightness to his soul. Tia was like that though, sought him at his weakest, and hateful. Manipulation her craft, she meant to get her selfish way no matter how it harmed him. That was an adulteress.

“You were reading on your break too,” Thomas sighed, rubbing her back to console her gently, “Here, read my highlighted passages. You’ll discover that I am the slimy slug, but I don’t know how to fix it. I can pay whatever, but to who? I am definitely sure you are not an adulteress. You don’t act like one, and have never done me wrong. I started this, I am sorry for what I have done to you. Please forgive me.”

Thomas was reluctant to take out his Crown briefly in order to send the information to her while on the open train, but she was pretty distraught. He swiftly sent what he could, then slid his Crown back in his chest pocket. His hand was back to his gun carefully. Siren’s Crown looked so obsolete and beaten from years of use that he knew no one wanted that. She was safe to explore on it, barely receiving simple commands. Others clearly saw it unable to work VR or network requests. It was a special piece of crap. At least in AR, she could read and did so hastily.

Thomas heard her exhale, relieved of something. He took his free hand to squeeze hers. She seemed intent of something, some private search silently to herself. As she wasn’t upset, he left her to research. At home, they would relax and discuss things in their privacy.

“Huh,” she puzzled once in their peacful domain.

After getting out of his uniform to comfy casual wear, he sat beside her on the living room couch. He put his Crown on as he immediately shot a look to hers. At first, he was stumped. Even for an Officer Task Master with knowledge of advanced hacking and networking, he was stumped. In his job, this would flag as a beach in security.

Since she was his loyal partner, he gave up his pride in the matter and asked, “What did you do? I have no honest idea here.”

Siren innocently shrugged, “The terms to use a Crown are so that I can not interact with the network. It limits interface with it but sadly information as a byproduct as well. I agree to not add anything to the network, I merely theorized a catching program, like a prism refracts light. Data is accessed in a modest pinpoint but diverges to get the full spectrum of accessed data. The prismed network is basically run parallel to its actual self and only runs real time as I request like a flashlight revealing the environment in the darkness. It’s the best I could do so I can research the origins of Bible. By doing so, I found some traditions of  ‘marriage’, and many ancient cultures partook in the custom. I currently am looking first to the Hebrew custom, however.”