I'll give you a glimpse into Miranda's life as a teenager. Tell me what you think of it - it's part of a bigger story, of course. WIP. This will take some time.
Melbourne, Australia, 2166-06-21 CE
The cube-shaped package floated enticingly fifty centimeters in front of her eyes, tied with a red ribbon with borders tinted as orange as everything else in her holoscreen, slowly turning about itself. The words next to it didn’t make sense.
“Birthday present. Not mine. Couldn’t track the sender, said it’s been waiting for you for two years. Come by later. Niket.”
There was a string of characters and numbers on the ribbon indicating it was quantum-encrypted. To open this “birthday present”, she would need the key. And she would have one try; any mistake, and any other tampering, would destroy the contents irrecoverably. The problem: she didn’t have the slightest idea about that key.
It was her birthday, yes. But who’d send her a quantum-encrypted data package with no key as a present? And why go through Niket? Well, that at least was obvious – another layer of obfuscation of the sender’s ID. Maybe it was just another test of her hacking abilities.
Miranda leaned back in her office chair and sighed. One would think people would leave her alone with these things on her birthday. The day hadn’t started good. There’d been lessons, just like every other day. Business administration again; it just had to be. If there was any subject more utterly boring she couldn’t think of it. Or perhaps the subject impaired her ability to think. If she had to have lessons on her birthday – all by private tutors so it wasn’t as if she was bound to a time table – couldn’t it be something interesting? Like biology? Or physics?
Absent-mindedly she took a sip of the vitamin-enriched fruit drink sitting on her desk. She frowned. Yet another insult, even if they were not aware of it. Like everything else in her life, her food and drink was carefully monitored. Not that it tasted bad. In fact, this was quite good – also as usual. But it had been concocted with the help of numerous experts in human biochemistry, carefully prepared for the needs of her oh-so-special body. Far be it from her father to let her actually have some fun by eating and drinking what she wanted. No, he couldn’t have his precious investment’s abilities hampered by suboptimal food. And an investment she was. He had said so repeatedly. Whether she was anything more to him, she had no idea.
Turning back to the holoscreen, she eyed the mysterious message again – and froze in shock as her brain made the connection. Her thinking had been impaired. Two years! It said the package had been waiting for two years! She couldn’t imagine her tutors would remind her of that day on purpose. And it was no accident either. It would never have gotten past the psychologists monitoring her teaching materials. This had to be real. She felt her heart going faster, whether from excitement or fear she didn’t dare examine. Her 14th birthday hadn’t been a good day, much worse than any day in anyone’s life had a right to be. She started to shake as memories invaded her mind.
Waking up tied to a chair, the cone of a flashlight in her face. Darkness everywhere else. The smell of old dust in her nose, tinted with diesel or machine oil, together with a hint of something ester-like….
This won’t do! She thought to herself. Remembering her meditation exercises, she closed her eyes and slowed her breath, focusing all of her awareness on the steady in and out of air from her lungs until, after a few minutes, the shaking stopped. Slowly her memories receded, and her fear with them.
Opening her eyes again to the view of her virtual parcel of a “birthday present” floating in the holoscreen, she started reviewing her options. First how to keep whatever was in it from her invisible friends. She didn’t worry about spy software – they knew she was better at that game. But they would’ve already picked up her fear through the surveillance microcams built into the walls of her room and into her desk. They would wonder what had triggered it but not interfere. They’d watch and analyze. I’ll show you, she thought with a flash of sudden fury at her watchers. You think I’m a prodigy? I’ll show you a real one! Then she remembered she had to stay calm, and spent another few minutes in meditation. But her determination was unbroken. While faking a sneeze into her sleeve to hide the smile she couldn’t suppress, she started the visualizing sequence that would trigger the eezo particles in her brain to shape a warp field. A warp field could destroy a wall. It could kill. But it could also do something infinitely more subtle.