“When did your
parents transit?”
Noriko turned to
Yukio. She had studied him and Kyoko. Had studied them since high
school as an example of how some couples get it right from the start.
Just like her parents.
“Ten years
ago,” Noriko said and turned a slab of meat on the grill. “To
help Nakagawa out.”
“You're staking
a lot on him arriving and building himself a position of power.”
Noriko shrugged.
“And you? You're transiting yourself. We don't even know if it
works.”
“It works,
Urufu said it does. We have the signals. Sure, their future and
cryptic like hell, but signals anyway.”
That was trusting
the Swedish branch of the transitioning foundation a lot. Noriko knew
why Urufu did, but she had never been able to trust anything that
blindly.
After turning the
slab once more she decided it was good to eat. She took it on a plate
and went to find a place where she could be alone. Transitions and
arrivals as an everyday topic for their dinner talk. It had been
years since.
And you say
they'll be even more open about it in the downstream world. I hope
you're right.
Because before
trust came betrayal. Always betrayal.
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