by Vernor Vinge
Time to go.
Dixie Mae gave Rob a smile and her hand. "Hey, Rob. Don’t worry. I’ve spent years trying to become a nicer, wiser, less stubborn person. It never happened. Maybe it never will. I guess that’s what we need now."
Rob took her hand. "It is, but I swear ... it won’t be an endless treadmill. We will study that cookie, and we’ll design something better than what we have now."
"Yeah." Be as stubborn as I am, pal.
Rob and Dan shook hands all around, wishing them well. "Okay," said Danny, "best be off with you.
Rob, we should shut the door and get back. I saw some references in the cookie. If they get rebooted before they reach their places, there are some things we can do."
"Yeah," said Rob. But the two didn’t move immediately from the entrance. Dixie Mae and the twins scrambled out of the pit and walked toward the asphalt. When Dixie Mae looked back, the two guys were still standing there. She gave a little wave, and then they were hidden by the edge of the excavation.
The three trudged along, the Ellens a lot less bubbly than usual. "Don’t worry," NSA Ellen said to her twin, "there’s still two months on the B0994 timeline. I’ll remember for both of us. Maybe I can do some good on that team."
"Yeah," said the other, also sounding down. Then abruptly they both gave one of those identical laughs and they were smiling. "Hey, I just thought of something. True re-merge may always be impossible, but what we have here is almost a kind of merge load. Maybe, maybe–" but their last chance on this turn of the wheel was gone. They looked at Dixie Mae and all three were sad again.
"Wish we had more time to think how we wanted this to turn out. This won’t be like the SF stories where every rev you wake up filled with forebodings and subconscious knowledge. We’ll start out all fresh."
Dixie Mae nodded. Starting out fresh. For dozens of runs to come, where there would be nothing after that first week at Customer Support, and putting up with boorish Victor, and never knowing.
And then she smiled. "But every time we get through to Dan and Rob, we leave a little more. Every time they see us, they have a year to think. And it’s all happening a thousand times faster than Ol’ Gerry can think. We really are the cookie monsters. And someday–" Someday we’ll be coming for you, Gerry. And it will be sooner than you can dream.
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