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white-and-blue robed students and their more colorful Lundev counterparts look like they have eaten something too unpleasant to admit.

With a sudden, loud clap, Miyagi says, “I think it is a good time for a short recess, what do you say, people? We need to calm our nerves, I think. So I’m going to ask Ank to wake you up, all right? Let’s meet back here again in… fifteen wake minutes? Perfect. Use the time wisely, people! Take a nice, relaxing leak, drink a hot glass of milk, whatever you need to chill, all right? See you in a sec!”

Ank stands and walks with that sure step of hers to the center of the stage. Bob, the wudai machine, slides behind her in a frenzy of green tendrils. “You heard the professor,” she says, her voice somehow soft and yet clear, as if whispered into every ear at once. “Fifteen minutes. Please set your wu-sarcs for…” she squints at Bob for a second, “01:45 Lunteren wake time, 18:45 Townsend wake time. I repeat: 01:45 Lunteren, 18:45 Townsend. And for those on sleep pills, please, please, don’t be late!”

With a wide, charming smile and a casual gesture, the students—and Censor Smith, Goah be Merciful—vanish.

Ank and Miyagi are alone in the amphitheater.

Miyagi walks over to Ank and pecks her on her lips. “Wow!” He takes a deep breath. “That was an intense session!”

“And it’s bound to get worse before it gets better,” Ank says, putting a hand on his cheek. “That’s what you get when you mix oil with water, Kenji.”

Miyagi laughs. “So true!”

“Do you regret it?”

“What, the Global Program?”

She nods.

“Of course not! If anything, the worlds need more global programs, hon. You’ve seen how they reacted? They went ballistic at the first chance! All of them!” He sighs. “It’s been over a hundred years since the Dreamwars. It’s high time we let the old wounds heal. And history—true history—is the only medicine that cures societies long-term.”

“I’m not sure about that, Kenji.” She raises her head at the benches to her right, which a few moments ago resembled a storm-battered sea of white-and-blue. “Not everybody seems so keen to move on.”

Miyagi spreads his arms in a gesture of impotence. “All I can do is what I can do, hon. The universe is a scary dark forest. If we are going to make it, we gotta stick together. And to bring the entire human race into the same boat, truth is the only way. But you know what? I still have faith in good old common sense. Truth is obvious when you use your brain. And propaganda more so. We play them more historical facts, give them enough time to ruminate the cognitive dissonance, and some will come around. You wait and see.”

“You are talking about Ximena Epullan.”

He shrugs, but says nothing.

Ank gives him a weak smile. “For a minute there I thought you were going to tell her who she really is.”

“Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, “but I got scared.”

“Scared?” She winks at him. “Kenji Miyagi got cold feet?”

He smiles. A sad smile. “I’m afraid of what they might do to her if they find out.”

“I don’t understand. What’s the big deal?”

“She could be easily misled, you know?” He wets his lips. “She could be turned into a propaganda tool.”

Ank frowns, thoughtful. “Hmm, you think?” She turns her honey-gold eyes on him and takes his hands into hers. “Ximena has the right to know, Kenji. You can’t keep this from her!”

“I know, I know. I’m going to tell her, all right? In private. But… I don’t think it’s the right moment, you know? And anyway, we have a seminar to run.”

“How did you find out, anyway? About Ximena, I mean?”

“Ah, yes.” He smiles like a veteran recalling a memory of past glories. “It was when I was researching the Inca power struggle. For the Pizarro sensorial, you know? I read this book written by a local scholar: Enrique Epullan, Ximena’s biological grandfather. It was dedicated to his dowry mother, Vanessa Kraker.”

“Kraker!”

“Exactly, it caught my attention as well. A bit more digging, and I found out that Vanessa Kraker emigrated to the Andes back then, in the thirties, when the GIA was still paying fortunes for Hansasia specialists. And guess where she came from.”

“Deviss-Lunteren, of course.”

Miyagi nods. “Her biological grandfather was Hans Kraker.”

“Gotthard’s son,” Ank lets her eyes roll to the place in the amphitheater where Ximena was sitting next to Mark, “and Edda’s.”

“Juicy stuff, huh? Especially for our good friend Grand Censor Jean-Jacques Smith.”

END OF DREAMWORMS EPISODE III

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