Aya rolled her eyes. Nana was a natural-born pretty, one of the vanishingly rare people who wouldn't have needed surgery even back in the Pretty time. Which was why she was the second-most-famous person in the whole city. "That doesn't count. Nana-chan can be interesting without trying."
He smiled. "And you can't?"
She stared into his huge eyes, and for once they didn't tangle up her brain, as if some barrier between them had disappeared.
Suddenly Aya knew what she really wanted to ask him.
"What's it like, being famous?"
Frizz shrugged. "Pretty much the same, except a lot more people joining my cliqueand then leaving after a week."
"But before Radical Honesty got so big, didn't you ever feel like something was missing? Like looking at the city and feeling invisible? Or watching the feeds and almost crying, because you know all their names and they don't know yours? Feeling like you might disappear, because no one's heard of you?"
"Um, not really. Do you feel that way?"
"Of course! It's like that koan they tell in littlie school. If a tree falls and nobody's watching, then it doesn't make a sound, like one hand clapping. You have to be seen before you really exist!"
"Um, I think that's two koans, actually. And I'm not sure that's the point of either."
"But come on, Frizz! You haven't been famous that long, you must remember how horrible it was to " Aya stammered to a halt, trying to read the look on his face. His radiant smile was gone.
"This is an odd conversation," he said.
Aya blinked. Ten minutes of Radical Honesty and already she'd been too honest.
"I'm being a total extra, aren't I?" She sighed. "Just sign me up for Radical Stupidity."
He laughed. "You're not stupid, Aya. And you're not invisible to me."
She tried to smile. "Just mysterious?"
"Well, not so much anymore. Verging on obvious."
"Obvious?"
"You know, about fame, and the way it makes you feel."
Aya swallowed.
Obvious.
That's what she was, in his radically honest opinion. Way too late, she remembered another thing they taught in littlie school: Complaining about your face rank to other extras was okay, but you didn't talk this way in front of anyone famous.
She turned away, staring out at the soccer fields, knowing that if she looked into Frizz's eyes again she'd say something else stupid. Or he'd blurt out more about what he was thinking, which would probably be worse. Maybe the feeds were right about differences in ambition, that big faces and extras should never get too close. There was too much opportunity for embarrassment.
The mech battle was over, and lifter drones were carting off the last few warbodies. Littlies were lining up in front of Akira Hall for their next activity.
"Oh, crap," she said. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon."
"I have to go!" She jumped up. "Littlie-watching duty. I'd skip it, but " í need the merits, she thought.
Frizz still sat cross-legged on the hoverboard, his face clouded. "It's okay. You shouldn't break promises."
Aya bowed good-bye, wondering if this time he was glad to see her running away. She tried to think of something to say, but it all sounded too embarrassing in her head.
So she called for Moggle and dashed toward the dorm, hoping she wasn't late.
Something was pinging Aya emerged from a deep and sticky sleep, fighting dizzy-making waves of exhaustion. A noise was poking at her ears again and again, demanding her attention.
Even with her eyes closed, she could see a wake-up signal flashing in her eyescreen. It was blinking and making an earsplitting sound, warning her that it was almost midnight.
Aya squeezed a fist to silence the alarm, groaning. She'd meant to nap this afternoon, but thanks to her brain-damaging conversation with Frizz, the littlie-watching shift, and an hour spent spraying Moggle with black camo paint, she hadn't crawled into bed till ten.
Less than two hours' sleep.
But she forced herself to sit up, remembering how famous tonight could make her. For a reminder, she glanced at her pathetic face rank of 451,611 in the corner of her vision.
Moggle rose from the floor, and the hovercam's point of view delicately overlaid her vision, a ghostly second sight perfectly balanced with her own.
Aya smiled. She wouldn't miss any eye-kicking shots tonight.
"Ready to go?" she whispered.
Moggle flashed its lights, and Aya winced. Thirty-six hours underwater hadn't cured the hovercam's bad habits.
She felt her way to the window, blinking away spots, and climbed onto the sill. Her eyes adjusted slowly, until the city lights made her throat tightenthe usual obscurity-panic, much worse now that she'd embarrassed herself in front of Frizz. All she'd meant to say was he didn't have to worry, because she was going to be famous too. But she'd wound up sounding as face-missing as a new ugly with her first feed.
Obvious, he'd said.
It was pointless getting depressed about it, though. Fame wasn't like beauty, where you had to wait till you were sixteen, or get lucky like Nana Love and be born with it. Fame you could make yourself.
Once this story kicked, face rank wouldn't be an issue between her and Frizz anymore. She was certain of it.
Moggle drifted out the window, brushing against her shoulder, and Aya smiled as she wrapped her arms around the hovercam. She was glad to be headed somewhere away from the city lights.
Someplace mysterious enough that Frizz would go back to being amazed at her, once he found out all the things she'd done.
She pushed out herself out into the cold night air.
"Before we get started," Jai said, "we have some business. First item is my name; someone's been talking about me where the city interface can hear."
A few of the Sly Girls looked down sheepishly.
Jai clicked at them with her tongue. "That's right. I woke up this morning and my face rank was almost out of the bottom thousand. That means the city's starting to track my nickname again. Time to change it."