We left our heroes in the pantope, which is much the worse for wear.
Robbie is there in spirit, and spirit only. Also present are the
Djinnish Ambassador and the Doctor of Form, trying to help Robbie
achieve more than mere spirit.
A ghostly Robbie reaches down, and picks up a piece of his old self. He
succeeds, but although he is holding it, he can't feel it. He closes
his eyes and thinks of himself as he was before his encounter with the
Grey Thinker. As he concentrates, he changes, becoming better, more
like he was. He holds the emerald shard, and thinks about his body. We
can all see it becoming firmer as he does so.
Next, he adds in his memories of what he felt like when he was in his
original, robot body. Now he is feeling more like his original self.
He shifts mental gears and thinks about how he felt as a djinnish
eidolon. Again, there is a detectable improvement. Nevertheless, he
still feels "squishy."
Daphne urges him on to greater efforts, just as she would an
undernourished plant. Dafnord does the same, giving him a little pep
talk on striving and self-determination, but, mercifully, leaving out
any references to his experiences on Aphrodite. Even Kate gets into the
act, urging him to try to project himself into what he wants to be, just
as the Doctor of Form recommended.
All of this has only the most minimal effect on Robbie. He is still
translucently greenish. Dafnord decides on a more vigorous course of
action, and so drives an emerald shard toward Robbie with a slingshot.
Robbie slows the projectile with qui levitation, but it penetrates him
anyhow. He reaches into himself, and pulls it out. Then he pops out
the hole left behind. He is no more substantial than before.
Despite this, Dafnord is confident that he is on the right track. He
picks up another shard, and walks around Robbie. The former robot pops
out an eye to keep him under observation. Robbie reports that the
vision from this eye is a bit faint. Dafnord chucks the bit of emerald
at the eye. Robbie and his eye both dodge; the shard misses. "Stop
that!" protests Robbie.
Dafnord bends down and picks up another chunk of emerald. Robbie
decides to avoid being hit by de-manifesting, and, indeed, he becomes
more insubstantial and transparent.
The Doctor of Form is disappointed. "You seem to be failing to
manifest. You started well, but..."
Salimar tries shoving Robbie, to force him into resisting, but he is
very squishy, even compared to her.
This is really annoying. Robbie manifests back into his closest
approximation of what he was. Whoosh. He ducks, and a bit of emerald
whizzes past his ear. Dafnord throws another one, but this time Robbie
fails to dodge, and the shard bounces off of him. This may be better,
but it doesn't make Robbie happy. He ectoplasts Dafnord's hands
together. "Stop that!"
The two beings start squabbling. Robbie culminates his actions by
encasing the Acro's body below his head entirely in ectoplasm. Dafnord
is indignant: "I'm trying to help you."
Robbie decides to just repeat the process of manifesting himself,
without performing any de-manifesting. He picks up a chunk of emerald,
holding it, feeling it, and re-manifests himself. Now the emerald feels
"right." He pops out an eye, and flies it up and around. The pantope
looks "right" - for a dimly lit, trashed pantope.
The Doctor of Form suggests that he needs to show more imagination.
Robbie manifests himself as silver. At Daphne's urging, he manifests a
metallic red cape. He reaches farther: he manifests as an Amazon kendo
queen. Knowing when he's been mocked, Dafnord draws Umbra, and Robbie
flees, with the hint of a "zoom" behind him. He stops in from of the
Doctor of Form, and shifts back to the silver robot, sans cape. "I seem
to have manifested. Am I fully here?"
The Doctor equivocates. "Well, you seem mostly here."
"What am I not quite getting?"
The Doctor of Form talks elliptically about will and imagination.
Robbie asks to borrow that scarf from Oz from Daphne. He's handled it
before, but now it doesn't feel quite right. He tries to change himself
so that it feels right. That works. He does the same thing with a
bowl, an orange, a strawberry, the box of chocolates. The results get
closer and closer to what he feels is "himself."
He changes his angle of attack and used cyberclair, first on Gannar
(which is a miserable failure) and then on a watch. He adjusts himself
until the watch clairs correctly. He listens to Daphne and to her new
panpipes. She sounds right: they sound bad, so that's good. Salimar
has him feel her as she manifests different temperatures and pressures.
They all feel correct. Kate offers him her macrometal knife. The hilt
feels right, and the side of the blade feels right, but he feels nothing
from the edge, even when it slips inside his perimeter. Oops. He
thinks about the feel of getting cut: the signal of damage alarms,
Kate's memory of a minor cut. He cuts himself on the blade again, but
there is still no perception. He concentrates on his memory of robot
sensors. This time there are damage reports. They are slow, but they
do come in.
He works on his memory, and tries to manifest a rock. It's not
impressive. He adjusts himself, and tries again, over and over, until
he is satisfied. He does some more work on the aroma of the various
fruits, then announces to the Doctor of Form that he's done his best.
The Doctor of Form admits that he cannot commit to stating whether
Robbie is completely manifested. We decide that this is the best that
Robbie can hope for.
Updated: 7-Oct-06
©1984, 1994, 2005 Earl Wajenberg. All Rights Reserved.
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