Cate paused at the Space Sissy’s words. Who is Siran?

Cate wasn’t unhinged so much as she knew how to follow instructions. Space Sissy or Space idiot? No, still a Space Sissy, idiocy was implied in the title.

Who is Siran? Cate paused to think. She honestly didn’t know. She felt she had some grasp on Siran’s personhood, but she couldn’t say she knew who Siran was.

She motioned to speak to the Space Sissy but mustered only a meager burp-like sound.

She fumbled for her pencil, tucked behind her ear and nestled between taught strands of hair of her ponytail.

She had lost her note paper to write on in the brief riot. Some riot. She felt a quick pang of embarrassment but soon got over it. What a riot it had been, just her, overturning tables and swinging wildly at the Space Sissy. Some riot, alright, a one woman riot.

Cate smiled, she liked the phrase and she could imagine her introduction booming throughout the arena, “Cate Indigo, the one woman riot!” It would be a good title.

Just then she understood what Siran had advised. Siran was leading her to an outcome, but the outcome was not the riot itself, riot was a state of mind to lead her on her ultimate path.

Who is Siran? Cate pinched her pencil and stepped to the nearest flat, white surface, the wall.

I CAN'T SAY WHO SIRAN IS.

Looking at her handwriting, she affirmed to herself that it was true. She really couldn’t say much about Siran. She didn’t know. Cate just followed the advice given her, but beyond that she didn’t know much more. One day, perhaps after she’d completed the Ultimate Path, she would learn who Siran was or is or will be.

But in this moment, she did not know the answer to the Space Sissy’s question.


I CAN’T SAY WHO SIRAN IS.

Cate smiled, while entirely true and honest, there was a joke in her scrawling on the wall. She turned to see if the Space Sissy was also a Humorless Space Sissy too.[/color]