Shorkgirl

That Queer Shark 🏳️‍⚧️☭∍⧽⧼∊🦈

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Oh Yeah, Our name is Aellae on Discord.

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The border crossing was not as busy as might have been expected. There were cars in line for certain. Several of them, and it would take at least a few minutes to pass through the inspection. After the miles she’d already turned to get here, winding her way through Northern California, Oregon, and Washington, what were a few minutes more? After all, it was a nice day out, and she just had to be chill, and she’d be home free, she would be across the border and into the country of her assumed nationality.

The window of the beast was rolled down, the car was idling on the asphalt beneath the August sun. The heat of the day wasn’t brutal this far north, the smell of cut grass wafted from the nearby park. The sound of Cat Stevens singing out was punctuated by the laughter of children playing in the park. It was rather fitting, both the AI in the passenger seat and the shark agreed on that. Father and Son, the lyrics just seemed to fit the tableau that was being painted by life before them. She’d been born in nineteen seventy nine, and now she was all of twenty one years old. She felt far older than she actually was.

The children at play seemed so profoundly young to her. There was so much they hadn’t seen yet, so much they didn’t know. How capricious the world was, how cruel other people could be. The shark felt a hand on her shoulder, the press of fingers that her brain told her body should be there. The weight of each digit and the arm that brought the hand to bear. “Of course you do. You’ve been through more than most any of those parents or their kids ever will Sis. You’ve aged the same way anyone who’s faced death from both sides has. You’re on the initial slope down the other side of a hellaciously traumatic event.” Min’s head turned to look at the girl speaking to her. Then slid the beast into first and crept forward one more car length.

“Not to sugar coat it too much Min, you hella need therapy. You’re all kinds of fucked up right now. You’ve almost died several times. You’ve murdered. Multiple times. You’ve got the weight of souls on you. You wonder if Ha’shem will forgive you. You wonder if mom, dad, your sister, and yes, I, will forgive you. You overlook one of the most important parts of that whole audacious pondering, can you forgive yourself, Sis?”

The shark leaned over and reached into the passenger footwell and pulled her wallet and passport out of her backpack. Getting her new Canadian documents ready for the border inspection. Thala’s words weighed heavily in her skull. The car crept forward again, Minerva’s feet doing that little heel toe dance upon the clutch, brake, and gas. Julie Aubigny, the smoking woman, Recruiter 17, had she done her homework? Did she know that Min had done school papers on that woman, that she’d been a hero to the shark, even though she was but a footnote in history that most had overlooked? It didn’t really matter. Minerva was going to have to get used to replying to Julie, at least for her cover's sake. As the car pulled forward into the inspection station, a hare leaned out from the booth, his voice sounded a little tired. “Hello, what’s your business in Canada today?”

Minerva already had her passport and licence ready to be offered. “Returning home for college. Last year.” She offered a smile, doing her best to keep it brief and friendly. The documents were looked over, then handed back to the shark. The photos matched, the documents looked quite genuine. Of course it would all check out as well. Recruiter 17 and her team were good. If hacking a few international government databases had been beyond them, they wouldn’t have been worth the fabric of their uniforms much less the RCG’s.

The Hare handed the documents back to the shark. “Welcome home Miss Aubigny. Good luck with classes eh?” Min took her papers back, and that full set of daggers was flashed with the least amount of threat possible. The beast was dropped into gear, and she was safe. She was across the border. Her ID’s had held up.

She could feel the stress levels dropping. The cortisol and adrenaline were vacating her system. Her whole body began to feel every ounce of exhaustion from the drive. From the work prior to the drive. From healing. Thala steadied her. What Minerva perceived as that hand on her shoulder again was far deeper. The AI was hacked into her brain. She had been since those RCGs had been put on. “There we go Sis, pull in over here, we’re gonna spend a few minutes in the park.” The shark’s hands were trembling on the wheel as she managed to pull off the highway, and curl around to find a spot in the car park. The beast stalling as she didn’t quite manage to get it out of gear before stopping. Thala’s initial plan to get the shark out of the car, and onto the grass, was foiled. The trauma of the past two months, and the relief of now being beyond the easy reach of the law, screamed through her big sister without that buffer of stress hormones between her and it.

There was no throat wrenching wail this time, she just slumped forward against the steering wheel. Breast mashing to it as she wrapped her arms right around it, forehead down against the top of it. The girl's shoulders were shaking as if a fit had overtaken her. The peculiar combination of belly wrenching laughter and tears that would shame a crocodile poured from her. It wasn’t a long bout with the uncontrollable repercussions of stress, but it was long enough. As it passed, she felt the hollow emptiness, the yawning darkness beneath a highway overpass at night, return to her chest. Her body rocked back to a proper sit in that bucket seat. Her hands lifted, wiping at her eyes. “I’m cool, I’m cool.” she quietly reassured her partner. A weary smile settling on her features.

Her hand reached for that key still in the ignition switch. Her fingers hung in the air just above it, a little wry laugh left her gill slits, and with a flick of her wrist she pulled it out of the switch. Thala’s expression was a little perplexed. Minerva fished her hand right into her left pocket and pulled out that fob Recruiter 17 had given her days before. She fit it right into place on the keyring. Dangling there. Looking for all the world like a black triangle of plastic. As innocuous as a remote car door lock. She gazed at it fondly for a moment. “Memories.” She replied to the silent query in her brain. “It’s the night we met you dork.” Thala was taken aback. Her rose coloured eyes turned to gaze out the window of the passenger seat. “Yeah, I’ve… accepted that. You’re not Thala. But you are, at the same time yo. You’re not my sister, but you’re still Thala. You’re my found family, and we’re on this trip together yo. Lemme find happiness there… yeah?”

Thala was not sure what to make of this. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t what her programming told her to expect. It was okay, it didn’t countermand any directive, and yet it was- she was being treated as a person, not software. She would have to reinforce that barrier. But that could wait for now. It could wait for a better time. When there was less emotional fragility. The shark turned that key in the ignition. The radio came back to life. I’m a Believer, by the Monkees, started to pipe out through the speakers.

Emotional stability had to be built. What Minerva needed right now, before attempting a forty four hundred and some odd kilometre journey from Vancouver to Toronto without dipping into the United States. “Sis. I’m making reservations for us at a hotel. We are gonna stay in Vancouver for a few days so you can rest and relax.” There was surprise, and visible relief on the shark’s face. She needed time to decompress at least a little bit.


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