"Play a game with me." (Sofija)
"What do you want to play?" (Rehor)
"I don't know. You decide." (Sofija)
"Why do I have to decide?" (Rehor)
"Cause your older." (Sofija)
"Why should I decide, just because I'm older than you?" (Rehor)
"Cause." (Sofija)
"But I don't know what games you like to play." (Rehor)
"But you have to." (Sofija)
"Give me a reason why I should be the one to decide." (Rehor)
"Cause I'm your sister." (Sofija)
"OK. Give me a second to figure out a game we can play." (Rehor)
Sofija is a bored child. Unlike Katarina, who has me to play with as a child, Sofija has no one that can play with her on a regular basis. As a novel person, that has just started to be in her life, she has attached herself to me. And because she is my sister, that I would like to be a part of, I have acceded to her demands.
Because I know that she likes to play games, and I have had time to myself, I have been actually able to recall some that I had in my past life. Now my skills at crafting with wood, leave a lot to be desired. However, I have created a few items that we can use to play together. The rules though, might not be true to what I used to play with, though.
One of the games that I recreated, at least to some extent, was checkers. One of those simple games, that I do not remember playing any time after I grew up, in the life that I used to be a part of. Luckily, the rules that I played with, though they might not be completely correct, are simplistic enough, that I should be able to teach Sofija how to play.
"Well, I brought this game that I have had no one to play against." (Rehor)
"What's it called?" (Sofija)
"It doesn't have a name, that I know of. I heard about it from one of my teachers, and I thought I'd try and make the game." (Rehor)
How come I said it does not have a name? It is because there is no word, in the language that I use, that has anything to do with a checkerboard pattern. And, also, I am bad at naming things. I am too good at using simplistic language. So, more creative word choices, and therefore naming, are skills I know I do not have a good grasp on.
"So there are two color of pieces. A dark piece, and a lighter colored piece. Each person controls one color." (Rehor)
"Ok, I choose the darker color." (Sofija)
"Wow, that was a quick decision. Why did you choose that color?" (Rehor)
"Because…" (Sofija)
"Fair enough, you spoiled princesa*." (Rehor)
"Hey. What did you call me?" (Sofija)
"Princesa." (Rehor)
"What's that mean?" (Sofija)
"I'm not telling you." (Rehor)
"Come on, you have to." (Sofija)
"No I don't." (Rehor)
"Yes you do. You have to do what I say." (Sofija)
"No I don't." (Rehor)
"Uh huh. You have to." (Rehor)
Yes, I called her a princess, but not in a language anybody else in this world understood. I finally had an excuse to be able to use my fading language skills of my other life. Having lived away from the rest of my family, and being in a supposed educational institute, knowledge that my family did not have access to, could now be used.
I am not saying that I would now start creating giant steam powered inventions, but I could simple knowledge that I still remember. Well, truthfully, I have a rough understanding of a steam powered engine, but I do not have the slightest clue on how to build one. Even if I knew how to build one, I do not know how to utilize it in a productive manner.
I do know that it is some type of simple mechanical device, but the intricacies involved in a steam powered engine, was something I never knew enough about. I was just some white collared worker, that lived a comfortable life in my previous world. The things that I truly understand, and still remember, are not practical for this world.
I remember knowing how to give a slide show presentation, of whatever I was trying to work on, but beyond that, how could it be useful in this life. Trying to study the laws of where I had lived, and then researching the practicality of the situation, was my primary job in that life. Making sure the company followed national, state, and local laws on a product, is not something that I have witnessed in this life.
To be honest, to myself at least, I did not enjoy that job. It was a decent enough paying job, but it was not something that I could truly throw myself into. I did my job, to the best of my ability, and that was that. It was just a job to me.
I was not one of those creative, or innovative, people that designed things. I did not research advancements or improvements, to inventions. I was a paper pushed, and nothing else.
If I would have known that I would live a second life, I would have studied things that were of practical use. Unfortunately for me now, I was not that interested in those types of things, when I had that chance to learn about them.
I never learned to chemistry involved in creating gun powder, or rubber. I never had the knowledge in biology to reproduce penicillin, even if this world had the right bacteria for it. I never even learned the engineering behind some of the greatest changes to that world.
I could not create a printing press, though I had a rough idea of how to do it, but the cost of paper, or in actuality, parchment, is prohibitive against that being an industry. As I said, I do not truly understand enough about steam power, that I can show of it's abilities. And without something that can produce a semi-consistent stream of power, I do not have the ability to create any type of automobile or train.
*Rehor uses the word princesa, the Spanish word for princess. I used a non-English word to show that he is not speaking in the common language of where he is currently in.
The scene with Rehor using a language of a different world, was originally supposed to be with Katarina. Unforunately for me, or maybe fortunately, it was with the younger sister Sofija.
The ending part of this chapter was to show that Rehor is not going to somehow become a renowned inventor from using a past worlds technologies. And yes, I used bacteria for penicillin, when in fact it was a mold. He is ignorant of what a lot of world travelers are commonly shown to know
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