When it happened exactly Lister Hampon couldn't say, but some time after most of his conciousness was transferred to a much younger body he started feeling at ease with people. Somehow understanding them had become less challenging and with the crew Regent Galactic had assigned him along with a team of analysts and doctors he managed to feel right with himself after just a few months.
People who didn't know him or what he was capable of were immediately more pliant, whether they were in awe of him because he was the High Seat of the Order of Eden or because he still had the appearance of a young boy just entering his teens didn't matter. The reward to his status and appearance was the pliancy he found in the people around him, and he hoped that Eve would be no different.
He stopped to stand in front of her door. One of his attendants pressed the chime button. Lister and the twenty with him filled the hall, a mix of white, blue and cream robes and armoured troops. Finally he door opened and Lister nodded to one of his attendants, she was a young, heavy set woman carrying a white oblong box level with both arms. “You may attend me, everyone else will remain outside.”
The guards took up positions on either side of the hall, standing at attention while his publicist and assistant stood in front of the door itself.
The small quarters were furnished with a single bed, a desk, a dresser and there was a mini-bathroom with a sink, toilet and pulse shower through a narrow door in the corner. Eve stared at him, wide eyed, standing in a robe beside her bed. Her hair was in disarray and her simple loose fitting jumpsuit had been crumpled up and tossed atop the dresser. It was an emergency vacuum suit with pockets added, and he caught himself before shaking his head.
He smiled up at her and offered his hand. Her eyes were only flicking at him, he was only in the peripheral of her perception, there was so much more happening in her mind, on the network she was connected to. “I'm Lister Hampon, I hope I haven't come at a bad time.”
“Yes, I know,” she replied woodenly. Her arms dangled numbly at her sides, she may have been standing there for hours for all he knew.
“Eve, can I have some of your time please?” he asked politely.
“I'm listening,” she muttered.
Lister shook his head and took a seat on the edge of the bed, his feet couldn't touch the floor as he tidied up his own rich green and brown robes. “Nora is what they called you before your father experimented on you, isn't it?”
That gave her a momentary pause, her eyes rolled in his direction. “Yes, that's my name.”
“May I call you Nora?”
“Yes. My father saved me, you know.”
He nodded. “I know, and we've saved you again, but not so you could waste the gift by becoming part of a cold, digital system all over again. Please Nora, disconnect from the network and give me the gift of your time,” he patted the bed beside him. “Sit.”
She looked confused, surprised and after a moment he could tell all her attentions were on him. The young woman sat down beside him, wary, folding her robe more tightly closed.
“Have you spoken to many people since you arrived here?”
“Many people. The communications systems aboard this ship are very efficient, it's easy to speak to anyone in the fleet.”
“I mean just as we're speaking now, face to face.”
“No, I've been to therapy and my room,” she answered dutifully.
“Well, that won't do. Let's start with something simple. What would you rather be called, Eve or Nora?”
She looked to the attendant, who was trying not to look at either of them as she stood against the wall, then back to Lister. “I don't know, your eminence. What do you think would be better?”
“Oh, please, call me Lister. Well, it all depends. Do you want to be known as the matron of our cause? If that's what you'd like then Eve is appropriate. If you'd rather recover in peace then Nora may suit you better. It may also be a good way to remember your father and who you were before all this changed your world.”
The mention of her father, of her human past seemed to brighten her spirits. “Nora.”
“Good, I'm glad to know you Nora. Now let's do something to make you a little more comfortable. Do you have a brush?”
Nora's attention was back on her connection with the vast network of the fleet around Pandem.
“Please, don't search using the system, come back to us,” Lister said, taking her hand in his. He turned to his aide momentarily; “Can you check the drawers for a brush please?” he whispered to her.
Nora looked to her hand in his then to him, surprised. “You don't want me in the system.”
“Not just now, no. It's time for you to disconnect for a while, to learn what it is to be really and truly alive again.”
“In physiotherapy I learned how to walk again. I haven't missed any of my appointments.”
“I know and that's good, but there's more to being a human being that knowing how to walk, than being in sync with your body.” Lister accepted an oval hairbrush from his aide. May I brush your hair Nora?”
She stared at him blankly for a moment then nodded.
He gently ran the brush through her red hair, starting with gentle, slow strokes. It wasn't terribly long, only a bob cut, but it was enough to brush. “There's a world of good sensations all around us. The physical world is filled with gifts, and many of them come to us as a result of simply interacting with our environment, with other people. Sometimes I wish I was the first one you saw when you woke in this body.”
“But you didn't want me like Gabriel does.”
Her candour was surprising. “How was that?”
“He had a,” she paused a moment, “need to connect with my mind. He hoped to find some kind of fulfilment. I didn't know what to do so I used his cybernetic implants to build a new virus. I thought it was what he wanted, he did it before, I just made a better one.”
“Then he had you transported here.”
“Yes,” her tone softened, the mechanical clarity of it dulled.
“Well, he invited you in not knowing what to expect. I think he should have taken things much slower, what do you think? Would it have been better if he approached you without all those expectations?”
After a moment she turned to him, her eyes fully focused on his for the first time. “Yes, it would have.”
“Well, in a way that's what I'm trying to do Nora. I don't want you to think that I'm here to put you up on some pedestal like some idol for my people to worship. They already have me for that,” his tone softened then, surprising his aide who forgot herself for a moment and stared. “I need you to know that you have friends here, that I can really help you, but you need to start behaving like a person, not just a part of a machine.”
“Why?”
“Because you didn't get the chance to be human for very long the first time and I know what it's like to become ill and have to start over. That's what happened to you, isn't it?”
“You reviewed my file, I saw the logs.”
“But now I'm talking to you about it. There are nuances in speaking to someone about their life, and that's just as important as anything in that file. Gabriel was so focused on his dream of finding a perfect match that he forgot there might be a young woman in there,” he squeezed her hand. “She might want to try having a good life once she was put into a new body, and that life can only be complete if you don't live in machines the whole time.”