Claire stuck her hands in her pockets and pouted, head hunched low and lower lip out and everything.
Sneaking back to the front hall was completely anticlimactic. The 3D printer and its computer in the main workshop were still infected, but as we reached the room, the computer stuck a cord into the centrifuge. The infection attempt backfired, and the computer withdrew its cords to their normal position. It went dark. A few seconds later, the 3D printer clattered back into its normal configuration.
The ugly combined robot/repair bot/doomsday device lay pitched forward halfway into a cabinet under the centrifuge. When I lifted it gingerly out, the sonic liquefier lay under it.
Ampexia snorted. “Yeah, figures.” Scooping it up in one hand, she announced, “Okay, I'm out of here. Later, losers.”
Claire was waiting for her in the hall, with a wicked smile. “You do know, when next we meet, we meet as enemies.”
The teenage tech thief rolled her head, exclaiming, “You are such geeks.” But she didn't bother to hide her grin as she stepped into the magic elevator.
My Machine shuffled up the corridor to meet us. It wasn't particularly fast unless I told it to grow better legs. I did have an order to give it. Not a fun one, but it should solve my last few problems.
The shutdown order did not spread instantly, and that gave me just barely enough time. In fewer minutes than I'd hoped (but not quite too soon), I was standing in front of my parents on the steps of Upper High, holding the remains of my doomsday device in my arms, neat wafers of metal and plastic.
“I found a weird robot attached to a mini-fridge in the teacher's lounge, and had the Machine eat it. When it did, everything began to shut down.”
Lying right in front of my mother was not exactly comfortable, but I had to pray that conditions were too weird for her to spot me. We were outside of normal statistical territory already, right?
Dad picked up one particular square of white plastic, flipped it over, and told the others, “This is the material the infection is leaving behind, little white blocks in perfectly working machines. It is the same material as the sample of the universal repair device I got from the university.”
“The one E-Claire stole,” said one of the superheroes in the small crowd in front of us.
A woman in civilian clothing, but with the kind of buff figure that screamed 'super powered mom,' pressed her fingers to her forehead, and then flipped them away. “So, the Inscrutable Machine did this. It's exactly what we were afraid of when we let our kids start showing their powers.”
A man with a beard – criminy, it was Mechanical Aesthetic! - started to laugh. “What, an invention getting out of control, like has happened to every mad scientist, ever?”
The particularly bulky hero in the heavy armor nudged the incognito super-mom with his elbow. “Remember Brainy's rampaging groomer?”
She smirked despite herself. “At least it left its victims clean and fresh.”
Next to me, Dad muttered under his breath, “I can't be responsible for user error.” Then he held up his hands, one of them holding the white plastic sheet. “I think that's the point here. When the infection shut down, it left the machines it took control of in perfect condition. Better than new, in many cases. There weren't even many injuries, since they weren't after people.”
“So…” pressed the super-mom.
“In summary, our children are exactly like us.”
They all laughed at that, and the group broke up into little groups of two or three people. I caught the seedy, elderly hagfish telling the armored guy (in a horrible croak), “My nephew Charlie, I saw him tear up a car so a family could get free. I could not be more proud of him right now.”
Okay. This was it. I reached for my mom's sleeve, and gave it a tug.
It was time to confess. More and more people kept learning my secret identity. I'd never properly appreciated that superheroes kept things from getting personal precisely because you couldn't possibly keep who you were a secret. It wasn't a matter of if my parents found out. It was when.
I had to tell them myself, at a time like right now, when maybe I'd get grounded, but there would be hugs and 'I understand' and 'At least you saved everyone's and stuff.
This was not the time for Cassie to show up and latch onto my arm. As my mom looked down at us bemusedly, Cassie gave me a tug and said, “Penny, we need to talk.”
I tugged back. “I'm kind of busy here.”
“This is important,” she insisted.
My retort died, because looking her in the eyes, it obviously was important. Maybe desperately so. My window of time to confess could spare a couple of minutes, while the mood was still right, and if not… there would be other chances? I hoped?
Praying I was making the right decision, I let Cassie drag me around one of the buttresses of Upper High, out of sight of my parents and most everyone else.
It had to be the right decision, because Cassie's face was a sight. Not just because she was banged up from all the action. Her electricity-colored eyes were puppy-dog wide.
In a fumbling whisper, she said, “Penny, we may not see each other until the fall. If we don't, there's something you need to know.”
Her arm slid around my waist, and her other hand cupped my cheek.
Cassie kissed me.
…
When the kiss ended, she said something, and ran off towards Ruth and Rachel.
…
PennyOS fatal error.
Attempting reboot.
Yes. Thoughts were happening again.
Maybe there was still time to talk to – I couldn't talk to my parents about the weather right now, much less make a confession. Criminy.
So I leaned against the brick wall, and tried to get my brain working. I watched my super powered classmates, scattered around the street, talking to heroes and being thanked by the teachers they'd saved. There were several kids I hadn't even known were around. Some looked pretty banged up, but they were all glowingly happy. When the moment of truth came, they found out they wanted to be heroes, with a big 'someday' rider attached.
Two figures had an empty area around them. That white-haired, white-clad figure was unmistakable. Mourning Dove was talking to Marcia.
So. They found out what they wanted. Had I found out what I wanted? Well, the best time I had today, maybe the whole semester, had been in that ridiculous ranting contest. That suggested villainy. But when the question arose, I always tried to save people.
Yeah, I knew what I wanted. I wanted my life to be full of not normal super powered things, and I would do what it is I do, and people would slap their own label on that. I hadn't been able to stop them yet. Maybe I didn't care what that label was.
One person did wander up to me. It wasn't Cassie, or my parents, or Ray or Claire. I didn't think my heart could handle any of them. It was Barbara, who offered me a letter. This one was not looseleaf paper. It was a crisp stationary, light pink with a scrollwork border.
Barbara said, “I got this from Abigail,” and walked away again.
I opened the letter up.
Dear Penelope Akk,
I have been watching events over the last few months with both pleasure and admiration. When you turn eighteen and leave your parents' home, if you are interested, I wish to offer you an apprenticeship. You have the knack for inspiring others to do what must be done, and profiting from the arrangement. There are other cities that could use the stability and community spirit I have nurtured in Los Angeles, and I know I can train you to do the same. Just think it over.
Yours Truly,
Spider
There was only one thing I could say to that.
“HA!”
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Appetizer:
Book Cover
Copyright & Publisher
Title Page
Main Course:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dessert:
Closing
About the Author
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Table of Contents
Copyright & Publisher
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
About the Author
Thank You for Reading
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