Chapter 111: Food
“It’s more different than I thought it would be.” The little girl was well into ruining the old man’s day, hogging a good portion of his bench and almost all of his silence. “They didn’t lose anyone.”
“That’s happened before.”
“I know. I know everything you know. Being you and all.”
The little girl instance of The Infinite was what they thought of as a mover, a part of themselves that didn’t do much thinking or work of their own but who excelled in getting others to think harder or work faster than they would by themselves. The old man was a watcher, one of the parts of The Infinite that waited and monitored. All of The Infinite’s different parts were necessary in some way or another, but not all them got along.
The old man wasn’t always sure if he and the girl were in the category that disliked each other, or some other relationship he didn’t understand. But she was there for a reason, and he’d have to play along.
“No. You don’t. Not in the same way. And if you did, you wouldn’t pay attention to it unless I forced you,” the old man said.
“Well, geez. Fine.”
The old man waved his hand at the screen and made a mess of facts and figures appear on it.
“This is all the information for the safe zone group with the farmer. All of it. Who is there, what levels, what stats, what equipment, what potential synergies have been discovered, which ones have not been thought of yet, and a hundred other factors that relate to both their performance and the potential for their future performance.”