ARI ARI ARI she's wearing my ARI. She’s wearing my ARI. Why is she wearing my ARI?
"C-c-clara,” I force out, sure that I look and sound horrified. “What are you doing?!" She looks at me, expectedly bewildered and looking kind of flustered and guilty and having been caught, though of course she has no idea why she should.
"I, I was just...I'm sorry, I was just looking--" She takes them off.
"Ah..." I shake my head a little and take a calming breath before starting again. She takes that time to put the sunglasses down. "Ah, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, just... no one usually touches those." She looks at me, confused.
"I mean, ah, it's okay,” I say quickly. “I can just, ah, clean them before I use them again. It's not a big deal."
"I wasn't thinking, I guess." I eye the sunglasses where they sit on the bedside table. It occurs to me that she might have turned them on then not bothered to turn them off in her haste. The idea makes me antsy.
"You, ah... you didn't turn them on, did you?"
"I don't thi—” she begins, then she cuts off. “What?"
"Ahhh, guess not then," I mumble, looking down. Nice big mouth you’ve got there, Norman. “If you did, you'd know…”
Clara frowns, making deep creases on her forehead.
“Know what?" she asks. It’s probably too late to get out of this, but it doesn’t hurt to try.
"Ah... you know what, never mind...."
"No, really, what?" she insists, picking up the glasses again and examining them. "They do something?"
"Ah, can I just...?" I try, reaching for them. I can’t complete the sentence so I try again. "Could you please...?” Still nothing. Just the same she hands them over, cocking her head to the side.
I hold the glasses gingerly by one arm, not sure what I want to do with them now that I have them away from her.
"Uh--here...” Clara takes the sunglasses back carefully. "What do you want me to do with them?"
"Just... ah... well, just put them...." I sigh, though not deeply enough to hurt. And speaking of hurt, it probably won’t to tell Clara. “"Ah, hell, what's it matter?” Adamson never said specifically that they were a secret. I just treated them that way as a precaution. At the most I’m pretty sure he just didn’t want the other agents to know and get jealous. “Here." I hold out my hand for the ARI. Clara hands the glasses over, a questioning look on her face. I fold and unfold them a few times almost absently.
"You can keep a secret, right, Clara?"
Her eyes are locked on me in rapt attention.
I fold the sunglasses one more time and set them on my palm. "These aren't any ordinary sunglasses. This is actually an experimental device that was given to me by the FBI." Clara raises an eyebrow, clearly interested.
Truthfully, now, I’m dying to.
"Well, look, I put them on and I, ah...." I look around uselessly for alcohol pads, but of course even if I had my suit they would probably be ruined. I scrunch my face a but, reminding myself that I just took a nap with Clara on my bed, so this isn’t much worse. I put the ARI on. “And i turn them on like this." I demonstrate, touching the circles. “And then I can use them to find, store, and analyze evidence."
Her eyes widen.
"Can I see?"
"Ah... well....” I begin, uncertainly. “It's very advanced. Not like anything you've ever seen before. It might be a little overwhelming."
"I'll be fine." she assures, holding out her hand. I hesitate before slipping them off.
"The colors are kind of wonky,” I warn. “Don't move your head around too much at first in case you get nauseous.” I had them over and she puts them on. For a minute she sits still, then she looks around.
“I don’t s-” She cuts off. Frowns.
"Did I turn them off?” I ask. “Here, let me see them." She takes them off and puts them into the hand I offer, frowning all the while. I put them back on.
"No, they're on....” What could be the problem? Maybe it's a security feature.... I grin a bit. Shit, they really were made just for me.
Oblivious to my thought process, Clara is looking down at her hands, focusing on a thought process of her own. She starts, which startles me, and then she’s calm.
“I have to go,” she says.
"Ah, what? Where're you going?" She gets up.
"I--nowhere, I just remembered I have to...go, I have to go."
"Ah... all right....” I grant. “Will you, ah, will you be back? To see me again?"
"I don-” she beings. “I have to go."
And just like that she’s gone.
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