Being Invisible
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rinkhcTitle: Being Invisible
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 2nd Tensway, 5432
Prompt: Invisibility
Character: Katrin Micah
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 744
Summary: Ontferia Historical Record: Footnote on biography of Katrin Micah Cam’ree. There is very little information about Gaillia to be found. This is one of few references to the Micah family in writing and the only mention ever made of The Kenas, the unknown number of sisters of Gilen Micah.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
2nd Tensway, 5432
Subject: On Being Invisible
Okay, so, no, there isn’t some high level PsyOp skill for invisibility, in case you were wondering, Doctor Ellie. You told me to come back to you with a time when I wasn’t the center of attention, like I seem to be most of the time now. I think you’re trying to test my humility. I assure you, doctor, I never asked to be in the position I am in. I really don’t want everyone looking to me for leadership.
But that is a different rant that you have heard already during our sessions. I know what you would say, I didn’t ask for the job, but I have it, so I need to get on with it.
I had to go back a long way, before I attended the Academy. Back to the time when I lived on Gallia with my father and The Kenas, my father’s sisters.
The Kenas didn’t like me very much. I didn’t understand that. I had always been coddled by my mother, and I had been like a plaything to my elder sister and her friends, a living doll for their amusement when I was three and four. So, after they died and Da and I went to live with The Kenas, I didn’t understand why they literally pushed me away from them, as if I were a dirty thing that they could not bear to touch.
I was five. I didn’t understand about prejudice then. I didn’t know that I was a half-breed and thus beneath their contempt. All I knew was that they didn’t like me, and I eventually came to see that they didn’t like my Da either, though I never understood the reasons as a child.
My Da is the one that introduced the game to me, the game of Being Invisible. I know he was doing his best to make an intolerable situation bearable for me. The Kenas were perfectly amenable to Not Seeing me in the room when I started trying to Be Invisible. Over the years, it became a skill that I honed in that house. The Kenas no longer had to pretend to Not See me, the really didn’t. I learned to be still and quiet, to slip in and out of rooms, to hide when I heard someone coming.
It could have been fearsome, but because my Da made a game out of it, I found it to be great fun, thwarting The Kenas. Each night when Da came home, he would hug me tightly, tell me he loved me more than anyone in the universe and then he would ask me how my Invisibility practice was going. He used to put objects in various rooms, as a little challenge for me in the game. Every day, I would have a ‘mission’ to get the item out of the room where he had hidden it without be spotted. I always got a small treat when I actually succeeded in spiriting away an object and returning it to my father without The Kenas catching on.
In retrospect, it seems my father was teaching me to be a thief.
But we all know that PsyOps, if turned to the side of evil, would be excellent thieves. I wonder if my father, a retired PsyOp himself, was consciously preparing me to become and operative all along?
When my son Ric was small, about four, I caught myself teaching him to Be Invisible. The game was already underway when it struck me what I was doing. He was having great fun playing at it, obsessed with being stealthy and sneaky and unseen, so it was too late to take it back, you can’t un-teach something. I guess I perpetuated the cycle. I’ve seen the scores in Ric’s file, he was one of the highest ranked infiltration agents they had.
I guess I’m rusty on my Being Invisible skills these days. Everyone can always see me or find me. I can’t help but wonder what Da would think, if he saw just how visible and on display I am nowadays. I wish he was here to hug me tight and tell me what he used to tell me. What I wouldnt give to be the most important person in the universe to just one person again, to go back to that simplicity, where my only responsibility was sneaking a candlestick out of the sitting solar or a piece of fruit from the dining table.
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 2nd Tensway, 5432
Prompt: Invisibility
Character: Katrin Micah
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 744
Summary: Ontferia Historical Record: Footnote on biography of Katrin Micah Cam’ree. There is very little information about Gaillia to be found. This is one of few references to the Micah family in writing and the only mention ever made of The Kenas, the unknown number of sisters of Gilen Micah.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
2nd Tensway, 5432
Subject: On Being Invisible
Okay, so, no, there isn’t some high level PsyOp skill for invisibility, in case you were wondering, Doctor Ellie. You told me to come back to you with a time when I wasn’t the center of attention, like I seem to be most of the time now. I think you’re trying to test my humility. I assure you, doctor, I never asked to be in the position I am in. I really don’t want everyone looking to me for leadership.
But that is a different rant that you have heard already during our sessions. I know what you would say, I didn’t ask for the job, but I have it, so I need to get on with it.
I had to go back a long way, before I attended the Academy. Back to the time when I lived on Gallia with my father and The Kenas, my father’s sisters.
The Kenas didn’t like me very much. I didn’t understand that. I had always been coddled by my mother, and I had been like a plaything to my elder sister and her friends, a living doll for their amusement when I was three and four. So, after they died and Da and I went to live with The Kenas, I didn’t understand why they literally pushed me away from them, as if I were a dirty thing that they could not bear to touch.
I was five. I didn’t understand about prejudice then. I didn’t know that I was a half-breed and thus beneath their contempt. All I knew was that they didn’t like me, and I eventually came to see that they didn’t like my Da either, though I never understood the reasons as a child.
My Da is the one that introduced the game to me, the game of Being Invisible. I know he was doing his best to make an intolerable situation bearable for me. The Kenas were perfectly amenable to Not Seeing me in the room when I started trying to Be Invisible. Over the years, it became a skill that I honed in that house. The Kenas no longer had to pretend to Not See me, the really didn’t. I learned to be still and quiet, to slip in and out of rooms, to hide when I heard someone coming.
It could have been fearsome, but because my Da made a game out of it, I found it to be great fun, thwarting The Kenas. Each night when Da came home, he would hug me tightly, tell me he loved me more than anyone in the universe and then he would ask me how my Invisibility practice was going. He used to put objects in various rooms, as a little challenge for me in the game. Every day, I would have a ‘mission’ to get the item out of the room where he had hidden it without be spotted. I always got a small treat when I actually succeeded in spiriting away an object and returning it to my father without The Kenas catching on.
In retrospect, it seems my father was teaching me to be a thief.
But we all know that PsyOps, if turned to the side of evil, would be excellent thieves. I wonder if my father, a retired PsyOp himself, was consciously preparing me to become and operative all along?
When my son Ric was small, about four, I caught myself teaching him to Be Invisible. The game was already underway when it struck me what I was doing. He was having great fun playing at it, obsessed with being stealthy and sneaky and unseen, so it was too late to take it back, you can’t un-teach something. I guess I perpetuated the cycle. I’ve seen the scores in Ric’s file, he was one of the highest ranked infiltration agents they had.
I guess I’m rusty on my Being Invisible skills these days. Everyone can always see me or find me. I can’t help but wonder what Da would think, if he saw just how visible and on display I am nowadays. I wish he was here to hug me tight and tell me what he used to tell me. What I wouldnt give to be the most important person in the universe to just one person again, to go back to that simplicity, where my only responsibility was sneaking a candlestick out of the sitting solar or a piece of fruit from the dining table.