TITLE: The Eyes Have It: A "Minority Report"/"A.I." crossover
AUTHOR: "Matrix Refugee"
RATING: PG-13
ARCHIVE: Yess!! Permission already granted
FEEDBACK: Pretty please with chocolate sauce??
SUMMARY: Agatha ponders David's fate
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Minority Report, which is the property of DreamWorks SKG, et al, based on a short novel by Philip K. Dick; Nor do I own "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence", which is the property of DreamWorks SKG et al, and which both belong to Steven Spielberg. I love you, Steve, don't sue me.
NOTES: Joshua Falken sent me a very kind e-mail asking me a question that for whatever reason did not occur to me when I was writing this and which made me realize there was a small but crucial plot-hole I was not even aware of. So...this one's for you, Joshua! (Thanks!)
About a year or two after the "Haddonfield incident", Agatha received a letter from Joe that did not accompnay his customary silver rose:
Dearest Agatha,
I understand that besides having terrible visions of the dreadful things Orgas enact upon each other, you are able to see into the future (or that you could, thanks to my tende ministrations). Did you lose this gift entirely? If you have not, do you know what happened to David, the little one who held my hand and saved my brain? Did he ever find the Blue Fairy? Did she ever make him into a real boy? And did he ever go home to his mommy?
If you cannot answer these questions, do not trouble your soul. It is just that no one has been able to tell me anything concerning David. But perhaps you could tell me waht will become of the little one.
Always, your,
Joe
She still had her dreams, but thanks to Joe, she no longer awakened in the night frozen with terror after witnessing a murder, a factor which Dr. Hineman could not understand. But as yet, she had seen nothing regarding the little one named David, or his fate.
When she went to bed that night, Agatha slipped Joe's letter under her pillow. Perhaps tonight she would dream of the boy who was not like other boys.
The dream did not come the first night, nor the second night; but on the third night, something came to her that answered Joe's question.
An amphibicopter, with the boy and his little bear, hovering through the depths of an inland ocean, its headlights lighting the gates of some recreation place, a theme park with a fairy-tale theme, statues of elves and faerys crusted with seaweeds and sea moss...the 'copter approaching one statue at the top of a staircase, a female form in a blue gown, with delicate wings...the 'copter stopping before it...suddenly something falling over the copter and statue, enclosing both as if in a cage...
Time passing...she saw it speeded up almost to blinding speed...the lights dying on the 'copter...the bear ceasing to move...the boy keeping watch in the dark, pleading, praying as it were...then his own cessation of movement...the waters growing colder, the anemones and other sea life freezing and dying around them...the sea turning to ice...Eons seemed to pass...
Then strange graceful silver figures approaching...by some means they melted the ice, freeing the icebound city...their discovering the 'copter and the Blue Fairy...their revitalizing the boy, reading his mind...they took him to some place resembling an ordinary house, the one he had know, but which seemed utterly different...His encountering a figure very like the Blue Fairy...The boy asking her to grant his wish...Her gentle refusal, followed by a dialogue she couldn't quite grasp...
Later still, one of the silvery, graceful figures approaching David as he played alone...the guardian, or whatever it was, leading David to a room where a woman lay half asleep on a white bed...The woman, clearly David's mommy, washing his hair, dressing him, playing with him...then the two of them lying nestled together on the bed, both apparantly asleep, the little bear at watch on the foot of the bed...
Agatha awoke from the vision with tears in her eyes. What did it all mean? She put on the bedside light and reached for the pad of paper she kept there. She wrote down all that she could remember, then she copied it into a letter for Joe. She took the original copy and tore it up. She opened the window to the night breeze and let the wind scatter the pieces. Dr. Hineman didn't have to see it: she'd only try to analyze it, and that would be like taking apart a flower to find out why it's so beautiful. This was between Joe and her.
Dearest Joe,
I have only just dreamed of what will become of David, the little one who saved your brain. I can make only little sense of it, but it appears the Blue Fairy cannot make him into a real boy...but she will help him leanr that he need not be a real boy in order to be loved...
Four days later, on the other side of the ocean, Joe received Agatha's letter. On reading it, if he could have shed tears, he would have wept for the pang that hovered in his awareness. Was this what Orgas called disillusionment? No matter...But he realized that whatever David learned from what happened to him, it would be for the best for the little, one. They--David, Agatha, and he, and perhaps the others they had met along the way--had all learned to see the world differently from having crossed each other's paths, even though they had never seen each other all together.
AUTHOR: "Matrix Refugee"
RATING: PG-13
ARCHIVE: Yess!! Permission already granted
FEEDBACK: Pretty please with chocolate sauce??
SUMMARY: Agatha ponders David's fate
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Minority Report, which is the property of DreamWorks SKG, et al, based on a short novel by Philip K. Dick; Nor do I own "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence", which is the property of DreamWorks SKG et al, and which both belong to Steven Spielberg. I love you, Steve, don't sue me.
NOTES: Joshua Falken sent me a very kind e-mail asking me a question that for whatever reason did not occur to me when I was writing this and which made me realize there was a small but crucial plot-hole I was not even aware of. So...this one's for you, Joshua! (Thanks!)
About a year or two after the "Haddonfield incident", Agatha received a letter from Joe that did not accompnay his customary silver rose:
Dearest Agatha,
I understand that besides having terrible visions of the dreadful things Orgas enact upon each other, you are able to see into the future (or that you could, thanks to my tende ministrations). Did you lose this gift entirely? If you have not, do you know what happened to David, the little one who held my hand and saved my brain? Did he ever find the Blue Fairy? Did she ever make him into a real boy? And did he ever go home to his mommy?
If you cannot answer these questions, do not trouble your soul. It is just that no one has been able to tell me anything concerning David. But perhaps you could tell me waht will become of the little one.
Always, your,
Joe
She still had her dreams, but thanks to Joe, she no longer awakened in the night frozen with terror after witnessing a murder, a factor which Dr. Hineman could not understand. But as yet, she had seen nothing regarding the little one named David, or his fate.
When she went to bed that night, Agatha slipped Joe's letter under her pillow. Perhaps tonight she would dream of the boy who was not like other boys.
The dream did not come the first night, nor the second night; but on the third night, something came to her that answered Joe's question.
An amphibicopter, with the boy and his little bear, hovering through the depths of an inland ocean, its headlights lighting the gates of some recreation place, a theme park with a fairy-tale theme, statues of elves and faerys crusted with seaweeds and sea moss...the 'copter approaching one statue at the top of a staircase, a female form in a blue gown, with delicate wings...the 'copter stopping before it...suddenly something falling over the copter and statue, enclosing both as if in a cage...
Time passing...she saw it speeded up almost to blinding speed...the lights dying on the 'copter...the bear ceasing to move...the boy keeping watch in the dark, pleading, praying as it were...then his own cessation of movement...the waters growing colder, the anemones and other sea life freezing and dying around them...the sea turning to ice...Eons seemed to pass...
Then strange graceful silver figures approaching...by some means they melted the ice, freeing the icebound city...their discovering the 'copter and the Blue Fairy...their revitalizing the boy, reading his mind...they took him to some place resembling an ordinary house, the one he had know, but which seemed utterly different...His encountering a figure very like the Blue Fairy...The boy asking her to grant his wish...Her gentle refusal, followed by a dialogue she couldn't quite grasp...
Later still, one of the silvery, graceful figures approaching David as he played alone...the guardian, or whatever it was, leading David to a room where a woman lay half asleep on a white bed...The woman, clearly David's mommy, washing his hair, dressing him, playing with him...then the two of them lying nestled together on the bed, both apparantly asleep, the little bear at watch on the foot of the bed...
Agatha awoke from the vision with tears in her eyes. What did it all mean? She put on the bedside light and reached for the pad of paper she kept there. She wrote down all that she could remember, then she copied it into a letter for Joe. She took the original copy and tore it up. She opened the window to the night breeze and let the wind scatter the pieces. Dr. Hineman didn't have to see it: she'd only try to analyze it, and that would be like taking apart a flower to find out why it's so beautiful. This was between Joe and her.
Dearest Joe,
I have only just dreamed of what will become of David, the little one who saved your brain. I can make only little sense of it, but it appears the Blue Fairy cannot make him into a real boy...but she will help him leanr that he need not be a real boy in order to be loved...
Four days later, on the other side of the ocean, Joe received Agatha's letter. On reading it, if he could have shed tears, he would have wept for the pang that hovered in his awareness. Was this what Orgas called disillusionment? No matter...But he realized that whatever David learned from what happened to him, it would be for the best for the little, one. They--David, Agatha, and he, and perhaps the others they had met along the way--had all learned to see the world differently from having crossed each other's paths, even though they had never seen each other all together.