Heads up--Despite all the praise it got from reviewers, Virtual Tales has gone out of business, taking I Will with it. I have not yet been able to find a replacement publisher for it. So this one is no longer available, at least for the moment. My apologies. --BPL
"Choon." I sat down on the bed next to her and patted her shoulders. "Choon, I'm sorry."
She sat up and put her arms around me and cried on my shoulder. I held her tight and patted her back. "Choon, I proved your conspiracy theory."
"What?" she asked me. "What?"
"Look." I leaned away a little and pulled the paper out of my breast pocket. "These are the E.I. scores of everyone on board since this voyage started."
"You... should not have this information..."
"I'm a good programmer, Choon. Look, pay attention. This is the correlation matrix. See anything green?"
"Find the highest correlation."
"The... The autocorrelations along the main diagonal."
"Highest non-trivial correlation," I corrected myself.
She traced the table with a finger. "Dal and myself? Ninety-eight percent?"
"Funny, isn't it? Look at the coefficients of determination. And the chart, that's you versus her."
She growled, the scariest sound I had ever heard from her, and her claws tore through each side of the paper.
"Easy," I said. "Choon, this is your friend Art, remember?"
"Art, I would never hurt you. I want to hurt Dal. I want to tear her throat out and drink her blood."
You're a guy, and you fall in love with a furry, clawed, pointed-eared alien girl. You're from third millenium Earth, and she's from a 27-million-year-old civilization. Her family will do anything to prevent her from marrying you, up to and including killing her. Your chances of saving her are hopeless.
Wouldn't you try anyway?
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