I am junking up this beautiful community with this junk

[jacksonian]

All the other starters are so beautiful but instead I'm coming in and ruining everything with this useless post with this sad sack
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[jacksonian]

Magic. Yeah.

[ Magic? Healing magic? Did he just hear Aral Vorkosigan talking about magic and his love of magic? It's - there's...something...wrong with that. Isn't there? Is he insane after all? The clone lowers his face to his cereal to avoid meeting the man's eyes, suddenly reluctant to face any madness there. ]

So what did they have you doing today?

[use_everything]

[The downward glance means the clone misses narrow, speculative glance. Miles himself had helped arrange for the healer, something that had mended that mess of bones couldn't be called anything but. Even in their time.]

Hm.

[He lets it go.]

Very little. Orientation went quickly enough.

[There's a note of amusement in his voice.] You never did say what they had you working with.

[jacksonian]

Oh, um -

[ Shit. What? What should he say? God, what's he doing...Aral Vorkosigan wasn't surprised to see his son. He knows Miles is here. And whether The Other Miles is Naismith pretending to be Vorkosigan or really Vorkosigan, Aral will believe that one over him, because that one is...smoother. Better. Better. The lies he's telling right now will get compounded later on. What if he just killed him? He could kill him. That would make things so much easier. Murder would be so much simpler than this small talk... ]

Money.

[ He blurts that out. Why? Why does he settle on that... ]

I'm working on investments.

[use_everything]

Investments. Must have gotten that one from your mother.

[He puts his chin in his palm, elbow on the back of the chair. Aral's sharp eyes search his son's face. It seemed strange to be back to this, and nothing he particularly wanted to foster.]

Relax. This isn't the interrogation.

[They already did that.]

[jacksonian]

[ From his mother? Does that...make sense? Does Cordelia Naismith know business? The clone knows nearly everything about Aral Vorkosigan, his habits and his preferences and his psych profile and everything, but...Cordelia is a mystery. But if there's that offer of why it would be the case...

I'll take it. ]

Yeah. Sorry.

[ And another excuse that Aral is providing for him. The clone remembers Galen's descriptions - that Aral dotes on his son. That it'll blind him until it's too late. It looks like that's...very true. So, a little braver, he lies: ]

They want analysis of the prospects of biotech firms. Firms in the biotech industry. Which ones are likely to turn a profit.

[ "And I recommended that they invest in cloning. That's a real growth industry." ]

[use_everything]

[Perhaps it stands to reason. The Butcher of Komarr was well known for targeting economic factors as surely as he did troops and politics, but there was that incomprehensible returning all of the wealth he'd accrued as Lord Regent...]

Hm. That might be useful position in this world.

[He gives him some shrewd regard.]

That is the blood and bones of a country like this one.

[jacksonian]

[ The clones meets his eyes. And he finds himself saying: ]

Money, you mean.

[ Somehow, this is suddenly a little less scary. Money. He knows money. And it's not talking about how-are-you. And it's...not talking as Miles, either. These are his own thoughts, but they sound enough like what Miles would say that they're safe. ]

That's the impression I've gotten, too. Profit is linked to success here - though not as brutally as in Jackson's Whole. Since you're also expected to give back.

[use_everything]

[There's a slight curl of his lip at the practices of Jackson's Whole.]

Fortunately, not that far gone, agreed. Though it seems to have been enough of an ideological shift for this country's enemies to define themselves as such. From the propaganda one might think this country holds all possible advantages.

[The look is curious, sharp, challenging, the same studying test as he often gave his son growing up. There's a prompt here, an expectation.]

[jacksonian]

[ What does that look mean? He expects something. Looks of expectation...unnerve him. But nevertheless, the clone, hesitantly, ventures: ]

It seems like that's a necessary part of their self-image. And a method of control, too. On Jackson's Whole, they say that if you're smart enough and ruthless enough you'll succeed - but here, they say that if you work hard enough, you'll succeed. That means if you're not successful, you're not working hard enough. You're lazy. It probably suppresses class conflict.

[use_everything]

[The Butcher's expression folds, closing a little. Still, he tilts his head in acknowledgement.]

To some degrees, as long as the economy prospers in general, there's not as much of an issue as it would seem to beg.

Hm. Still, I imagine you've had some dealings with the Jacksonians, at this point.

[Studies aside, with the Fleet, it would be almost inconceivable not to.]

[jacksonian]

[ Was that the wrong thing to say? Count Vorkosigan looks...unreadable. But he's not leaping at the clone, roaring his rage, either... ]

I've had some, of course, yeah. [ Does Aral know about Naismith? Yeah, of course he does. ] I can't say I've enjoyed them much. [ Which is a true answer for both the clone and for the man he's pretending, inexplicably, to be. ]