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Aurix Chapter Six

Of Success (And Losses)

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The silence in the arena was deafening.

Celeste walked over to her opponent with a confidence and ease she didn’t truly feel. The prickling feeling at the back of her neck reminded her that Riven was watching. As she came closer to Codatorta, bright red and deep green and blinding white hovered in the corner of her vision. The Rebels had shown up – they said that they wouldn’t get in trouble for skipping, but she hadn’t gotten her hopes up. She could hear Sirius, Loki and Sokka chanting her name, and a blush spread across her cheeks. They were a lot more than she was used to.

Professor Codatorta had seen them too. He glared in their direction and huffed as Sirius waved. “Seems we’ll be puttin’ on a show for the seniors,” he remarked quietly.

Her opponent smirked from Codatorta’s other side. It was his squad mate who had defeated her last week, and he was obviously expecting a similar result. “Wonderful. More people to watch me grind you into the dirt.”

“I want a nice, clean fight,” Professor Codatorta reminded him with a raised brow, before turning to look at her. “So don’t go knockin’ anyone’s head off today.”

They both nodded.

“Alright. Last fight of the session. Freshman Richard of Squad 1B against Freshman Apprentice Celeste. Fighters ready? Begin!”

At his shout, Celeste took a step back and fell into a defensive crouch, bokken at the ready. She locked eyes with her opponent…

Who was laughing at her.

“Let’s not finish this too quickly,” he chuckled, “We’ve got an audience after all!”

He held his bokken loosely in one hand before patting his side with the other. “Here, I’ll give you a free shot, baby. Maybe you can leave a mark.”

Celeste could practically sense Riven’s fury. She heard a yell and caught the flash of green as Zoro tried to stand, only to be held down by Allen. Good. She didn’t want to be distracted from this.

This being the most self-centred, egotistical, misogynistic bastard she’s had the displeasure of meeting. That firework coldness built up in her chest, but instead of going down through her arm, it travelled up her spine to sit behind her eyes. She smiled. Gave a mocking bow, as if to say thank you. And swung with all her strength at Richard’s unprotected side.

If he’s going to give me the opening, might as well use it.

At the last second, she withdrew a little. She didn’t want to seriously injure him, no matter how rude. There was still enough force to make an audible crunch when bokken and ribs collided.

Richard’s face went white. He took a slow, wheezing breath out. His free hand shook. He collapsed to his knees. There was a long silence before he breathed back in. The Rebels were cheering.

“Freshman, whadaya think you’re doin’?” Professor Codatorta had his arms crossed at the sidelines. Though his face was stern, the twitching of his moustache gave his mirth away. “You’re meant ta be puttin’ on a show!”

Richard scowled and struggled to his feet, one hand supporting his ribs. Celeste blinked innocently and held her bokken at the ready. That pressure still lingered behind her eyes. Liking that mark Richard? Despite the protection of the suit, she could tell by the way he held himself that she’d definitely bruised his ribs, if not cracked one. There was a tinge of sympathy for him in the back of her mind, a momentary shudder of ohgodsIhurthimIhurtsomeoneI’mgonnagetintroubleI’mgonnabesentawayIhurtsomeone but she brushed it aside. The time for that was later, after the fight, not now. Like Riven said – with copious amounts of support from the Rebels and surprisingly Helia – she only needs to worry about herself during the match. Everything else comes after.

A smile flickered across her face. Call me ‘baby’ like that again. I dare you.

She could see the moment Richard pushed aside the pain and decided to go on, trying to rush her with an overhead strike. Celeste angled her bokken into a guard that let the attack slide off to the side as she stepped in the opposite direction sticking out her foot to trip him as he overbalanced from the lack of resistance. He obviously wasn’t used to her more evasive fighting style – most men, no matter the skill level, tended to have the strength and body mass to take strikes, rather than avoid them.

To Richard’s credit, he recovered quickly and spun to strike at her off side. Celeste parried, ignoring the way the blow made her entire body shudder, and slid to the side again, this time flicking her bokken at the tip of his sword to send his next blow up and over her head harmlessly. Darting in, she tapped at the back of his knee. It buckled just enough for her to slide around his next desperate strike. She swung hard at his stomach, but he dropped his hit knee and swiped at her ankles. As Celeste fell backwards, she threw herself into a back handspring that made her mostly healed wound twinge. Scrambling backwards to get some distance, Celeste couldn’t help but smile. This is what she wanted. Not a victory handed to her – but a victory to fight for.

When Richard stepped forward to strike at her again, she spun to the side, twisting on her heel to build up her momentum and send his sword arm up with a two handed strike. Continuing her spin, standing in his space, Celeste struck back with her elbow – she smiled at his startled inhale. Richard kicked out, catching the back of Celeste’s knee and sending her down with a grunt, but she was quick to roll out of his range. As she got to her knees, one hand on her bokken, Richard swung down for a powerful overhead hit.

Celeste didn’t think – she reacted.

One hand held her sword by the hilt. The other, protected by her glove, held the sword at the tip. Richard’s blade hit the centre of hers with a clang. Her arms shook at the strain but held firm. There was a moment of stillness – Richard’s eyes were wide and his jaw dropped. Celeste sent him a wink (in the stands, Zoro closed his eyes and swore softly. Loki was rubbing off on her). With one twist, Celeste sent Richard’s blade sliding down toward the hilt of hers. With another, she trapped the blade between hilt and cross guard, flipping the bokken out of reach. Still holding her weapon by the tip, Celeste spun forward on her knees, twirling the bokken once to fix her grip, and slammed the hilt into Richard’s stomach.

The force of her hit made Richard fold down over the blade.

Somersaulting backwards out of the way and onto her feet, Celeste watched as he collapsed to his knees for the second time.

He coughed. “Yield. I yield.”

Professor Codatorta stepped forward with a clap. “Winner – Freshman Apprentice Celeste!”

“Whoooooooo!”

That was all the warning Celeste got before a red-haired bullet slammed into her. Arms wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, her feet weren’t touching the ground. She let out a shocked laugh as she was spun in a circle.

“You did it kid!” Loki squeezed her once more before Zoro plucked Celeste out of his arms.

“Let her breath pyro – she can’t exactly celebrate her win if you suffocate her!”

Allen caught her as she was tossed aside in favour of a brawl, stumbling from the sudden lack of support. “Well done Celeste!”

Her cheeks were hurting from how widely she was smiling. I won!

Two hands thumped against her back, and she looked up to see both Sirius and Sokka grinning down at her.

“Told ya you could do it!” Sirius said before groaning and rubbing the back of his head. “Good to know all those concussions I got were worth it!”

Sokka rolled his eyes. “Stop complaining. You could use a couple of good hits – might knock those brain cells down from wherever they’re hiding!”

Allen, ever the calm one, pulled Celeste towards the arena entrance. “Ignore them – they really are proud of you.” He gave her a quick hug before backing off. “I should get us all back to class before they really miss us, but we’ll talk to you more at lunch!” With a final wave, Allen jogged away.

A tap at her shoulder made her jump, and Celeste turned to see a smirking Riven.

“Look at what happens once you get out of your head,” he said with raised eyebrows. “Believe me now when I say that you’re not gonna be sent away?”

Celeste rolled her eyes even as she nodded. Yes, she believed him. He’d only said it every single time she hesitated during training over the last few days.

He cuffed her over the head before he began to lead her towards the dorms. “Don’t give me attitude. You were lucky that Richard has all the forward planning and grace of a rampaging bull, but don’t expect your next opponent to do the same. You’ve shocked them all now – they’ll be prepared. I’ve got to go to Codatorta to get your battle analysis, so I’ll meet you in the training room for the afternoon session. Until then, I believe you’ve got Politics homework.”

Riven, the cruel bastard, laughed even as Celeste scowled. Trying to memorise a hundred years’ worth of treaties was not what she wanted to do after a successful match.

“The sooner it’s done, the sooner you don’t have to deal with it.” After that helpful advice, Riven walked away to where she could see Professor Codatorta waiting. Huffing, Celeste headed towards the doors. At least she didn’t have to get started on her homework straight away. She could sit in the library for a little bit before picking up the books she needed.

Then she saw Squad 1B waiting in the courtyard just in front of the library entrance. Her opponent from last week, a rather tall boy called Celebrum, looked up and nudged the student closest to him. One by one they all met her eyes. They all had matching smiles. None of them looked friendly.

Celeste darted for the open space to her left, sprinting towards one of the outer courtyards. Behind her she could hear the first footsteps of pursuit. A light projectile flashed by her face. When it collided with a wall, it released a flash that left her blinking. Dark spots still obscured her vision as she sprinted through the trees as fast as she dared. If she could just get around the courtyard and under the cover of the outer corridor, she might be able to hide long enough to lose them… Her knee twinged from Richard’s hit earlier and she scowled.

“C’mon baby! We just wanna play a game!”

“We’ll be nice baby, we promise!”

Obviously, Richards’ squad mates had picked up on his nickname. As she spun around a tree, Celeste risked a glance back. Four students were chasing her – Celebrum with some kind of gun, a black-haired boy she vaguely remembered from Ventus with a large compound bow, and two other students she hadn’t really interacted with. One of them pulled out something that looked like a slingshot, about the length of his arm.

Celeste tripped over a root – the subsequent stumble was enough to send her into the path of another projectile. The light arrow slammed into her shoulder with enough force to bruise her under the uniform. She turned the force into a forward roll to keep the momentum, narrowly dodging another two shots. One of these hit the ground, sending up clods of dirt that stung her eyes.

Almost there!

The corridor she wanted was just ahead. Over the past weeks, Celeste had explored every inch of the campus. She knew that there was a small gap –not much bigger than her – where some of the wall panels in a corner hadn’t been secured properly. If she could disrupt their line of sight for just a moment…

She saw it. A squad of students – probably sophomores – was walking down the corridor. Celeste swung around the corner and straight into the middle of them. There were shouts. An elbow caught her in the head and for a moment she saw stars (not the good kind). Someone had very big feet, because her entire foot managed to get squashed beneath it. A cape whipped over her head. She body slammed someone else and almost fell over. Slipping around another student, she managed to slide into the gap.

Please don’t see me, please don’t see me… Celeste squeezed her eyes shut and focused. She didn’t know how this worked, only that it did. Something cold dripped over her head, sliding down her arms and chest, making her shiver. It reached her toes, and she had to resist the urge to move. It was like the opposite of that firework coldness – rather than being the firework before explosion, it was the sky afterwards, all afterimages and darkness. Opening her eyes and looking down, the shadows seemed deeper.

Celebrum ran straight past her. The bow-wielding student was fast on his heels. The other two students followed a moment later. All she could hear was the fading sound of footsteps and the disgruntled mumbling of the poor squad she’d run into. Relaxing her hold on that coldness and suddenly feeling warmer, Celeste stepped out of the gap. Now if I can just get on top of the corridor…

“Well, well, well. Baby’s good at hiding.”

Her stomach dropped to her ankles. The slingshot student was leaning against a pole. He smirked at her, weapon at the ready. “Now this is what I call target practise.”

He was too close for her to run around. He’d hit her in a moment. As the projectile left the cup, Celeste instinctively dropped and rolled, pressing her hands and shoulders into the ground before planting her feet in the other student’s stomach.

His face went white. His feet lifted off the ground. His slingshot clattered next to her face. Celeste was quick to swivel her legs to one side as he began to fold, dumping him onto the concrete before scrambling to her feet and running. Footsteps behind made her look back, and an arrow sliced her cheek. The shock made her tumble, and she was on the ground again.

Need to move need to move need to move need to move – Another arrow caught her cape. A second hit her in the forearm she raised to protect her head.

“Looks like we’ve caught us a baby!” Celebrum laughed with gun at the ready. “Or maybe it’s a bug, scramblin’ on the ground like that.” He shot her in the thigh at close range. The flash blinded her. Her stomach began to roll. Her leg cramped.

“Hmmm. Thought she’d be able to run faster than that.” The fourth student crouched beside her and began to poke. Something solid jabbed her in the ribs and thigh before Celeste had enough.

She rolled directly into his crouched legs, feeling him fall over her, and hit her cape clasp in the same movement. Grabbing the ends, Celeste quickly flung it over his head and pulled him in front of her like a shield, supressing a wince as an arrow hit him in the chest. Pushing him forward into Celebrum, who was still standing too close, Celeste scrambled to her feet.

Another arrow barely missed her foot and she was off, trying desperately not to limp. Now both of my legs are screwed. There was another door further down the corridor – it led towards the dining hall, but from there she could try and catch the elevator, or failing that, the stairs. Her hand just brushed the handle before a shot impacted with her spine, sending her to the ground with a strangled scream.

Her lungs wouldn’t expand. Celeste flopped a little on the ground before something else hit her in the side, shocking her chest into movement. Her head hurt even more. Something red was smeared across the concrete, and she gazed at it hazily. Red… red isn’t good…

“Little baby thought she was going to get away, huh?”

Gazing up, Celeste could see Celebrum with a sneer, something red running down his nose and over his lip. Behind him was the fourth student, holding her cape in a twist between both hands. The bow-student and sling-shot student were probably here too, Celeste thought sluggishly. Just wish my eyes would work properly so I could see…

“What should we do with the baby now?”

“Maybe we’ll show her why babies aren’t allowed at Red Fountain!”

“Should we leave a piece for Richard?”

“Maybe,” snarled a voice from behind, “You should step away from Celeste while you still have legs to do it with.”

Celeste let herself slump against the ground. “Riven’s here…” she sighed. I’m okay now…

*************

Riven hadn’t felt such burning rage in months, if not years. He saw the blood under Celeste’s head, and he went cold. Head wounds were dangerous.

The four students stared at him with such terrified faces that if it were any other situation, he’d be amused. One of them – the student who’d beaten Celeste last week – swallowed. “P-p-professor Riven, sir,” He started, before his mouth just began opening and closing without a sound.

“What,” Riven hissed, “Do you think you are doing to my student?”

“I would like to know that as well,” came a smooth voice from behind. Professor Saladin stepped up beside him, hands clasped.

“We – we were playing a game,” Another student started. Riven glared. His name was Harrier, a promising student from Ventus. A compound bow hung loosely in his hand. “It – it just got out of hand a – a little. We didn’t mean –”

“I know exactly what you meant.” Riven took a step forward and something dark in his chest revelled in the way they all stumbled back. Until one of them stepped on Celeste’s arm. “Get away from her!”

Riven didn’t wait for them to move, instead bodily shoving past to kneel beside his student. She was pale and limp – when he touched her shoulder, she didn’t move. “Celeste?” His voice was quiet. After a single, heart stopping moment, the girl made some kind of noise. He didn’t hear it, but he felt the vibration where his thumb was touching her neck. She shifted a little, hand sliding up towards her head. Riven was quick to stop her.

“You’re bleeding. Just stay still.”

“Riven,” Saladin said over his shoulder, “Take your student to the infirmary. I shall have Codatorta deal with Squad 1B.”

“As long as I get to supervise their punishment.” One of the students squeaked. There was the sound of rapid footsteps moving away, but he ignored it. Celeste was priority at the moment.

Slowly, carefully, Riven slid a hand under Celeste’s shoulders. Her head hung limply as he lifted before it rolled back to lean against his shoulder. Hazy purple eyes opened. Her mouth moved – it looked kinda like his name – before she tried to get her feet under her.

“Stay still,” Riven said as he moved his other arm around her waist.

Of course, the contrary girl didn’t listen and still tried to support herself, one hand slapping lightly at his.

“If I let go, you’re going to fall over.” He was able to stand with her mostly supported. “Can you put your arms around my neck?”

Celeste looked up at him for a long second. Her eyes weren’t any clearer. She went to nod, before her eyes bulged and she leaned sideways. Vomit barely missed his shoes and splattered the dining hall door.

“Yeah, you have a concussion,” Riven remarked once Celeste was only dry heaving. “C’mon, around my neck.” It took a bit of manoeuvring, but he soon got her supported largely against his chest, making it easier for him to lean down and catch her legs in the crook of one arm. Ignoring the pool of blood and sick – Saladin would send someone to clean it soon – Riven headed straight to the infirmary.

On the way, he saw Helia. His normally mild-tempered team member looked almost murderous. “What happened.” It wasn’t a question but a demand.

“One of the Freshmen squads. Celeste beat one of their leader in the arena today, and they decided to get even.” Riven ground out, not stopping. “I’m pretty sure she’s got a concussion, and who knows what kinds of other injuries.”

A tanned brown hand rested on Celeste’s leg and Riven jolted. A moan left the girl, and he winced. Looking up, he met hazel green eyes he hadn’t noticed before.

Flora.

The kind girl looked close to tears. “Who would do this?” She ran a soothing hand along Celeste’s hair, glowing bright green with magic. The girl sunk deeper into his arms, a small smile coming to her face. Her limbs went completely limp in his grip and Riven held her tighter.

The brunette stepped away. “That’s all I can do for her here. She’ll sleep without pain for a few hours, and it will lessen the chances of her falling into a coma. Your nurses should have her fixed up by then.”

“Thank you,” Riven said with a nod. When he walked into the elevator, Flora and Helia followed.

In the infirmary, the two nurses on duty clucked over Celeste’s unconscious form, directing Riven to put her onto a bed before shooing him out. “We need to get the poor girl out of her uniform so we can inspect the damage, and that’s not going to happen with you two still in here!”

Flora rested a hand on Helia’s arm. “I’m going to stay and give them a hand – would you mind bringing me my sachel? It has some potions that I think would help.”

After giving his assent, and gaining permission from the nurses, Riven and Helia were firmly ejected from the room. Outside, Helia was looking less murderous and more sad. “Flora had a couple of free days,” he began, “And I thought that she and Celeste would get along really well. I didn’t expect them to meet like this…”

Riven grunted before turning around.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to find out what Codatorta has planned for those shits and then I’m going to come back and wait.” Riven stormed down the hall. How could I let this happen?!

He had felt something wrong when he’d left Celeste at the arena. Squad 1B had already left – hadn’t even waited for their injured teammate, which was unusual. But he’d just brushed it off as team antics and being disappointed in their leader for losing to a girl. Turns out it had been disappointment, but a dangerous, vengeful kind.

Codatorta had been joined by Saladin, and that had thrown any thoughts about upset students out of his head.

“Celeste made an admirable showing Riven. You should be proud.”

Riven had crossed his arms with a huff. “She’s a decent fighter, when she gets out of her head.”

At the two professors questioning looks, he had explained, “Celeste worries about hurting her opponent, which was part of the reason she lost last time. Helia and the Rebels helped me knock some sense into her.” It had involved demonstrations of the suits defensive abilities with Sirius offering himself up as a practise dummy and Zoro being all too pleased to have an excuse to hit his most chaotic squad mate. Helia had been better at calming the girl down after she knocked Sirius’ breath out of him, much to Riven’s chagrin.

“Looks like you’ve been doin’ somethin’ right.” Codatorta had remarked. “She’s quick on ‘er feet.”

“Timmy’s new toy can be very useful.”

Codatorta had chuckled. “I can imagine. Now, Celeste did very well, considerin’ what happened last week. You might wanna see about trainin’ ‘er with a staff occasionally, but also try ta train that last little trick she used out of ‘er. If that happens in a proper fight with a real weapon, she’ll cut up her hands. You’ve got ‘er focusing on divertin’ strikes, which is good, but see if ya can’t beef her up a lil’. She gave Richard a decent hit on that first strike, but if she had a bit more strength behind it, he wouldn’t be gettin’ up.”

Riven had sighed deeply. “I’m pretty sure she pulled that blow a little.”

“Which I take it you’re workin’ on. Another thing to try is seein’ about a more flexible fightin’ style. That handspring move was good, but she needs to work on her landin’s. Look inta capoeira. It’s a dancy kinda hand-ta-hand fightin’ style, but I’m sure you and the girl can develop it inta something she can use with a weapon. An’ I was serious about that staff. I’ll have a trainin’ naginata sent up from the guard’s trainin’ room and see what she thinks o’ that.”

Riven had thought it over, even as he walked with Saladin towards the dining hall for an early shot at lunch. He had considered training Celeste in two handed weapons before, but more in the sense of dual swords or daggers. A naginata might traditionally have the one blade on a pole of similar length, but a dual naginata that could separate might work even better…

He had been discussing the logistics of training Celeste in specialised weaponry with Saladin when he saw it. Or, more correctly, heard it.

“… bunch of freshmen, running around like they own the place…”

“Yeah, but did you see that short one? With the black hair? I swear I wasn’t that small when I started.”

“Pretty sure that was the girl – y’know, Professor Riven’s apprentice?”

“Poor girl… no wonder she was running like he was chasing her…”

The sophomores had frozen when they saw him. Saladin chuckled.

“Professor Riven! Headmaster Saladin, sir, we – we didn’t mean anything by it sir – sirs. Just that – you can be very terrifying sir, if I can say so – in the most respectful way – you’re a terror in the classroom – I mean on the battlefield –”

Riven had just waved them off and kept going. Maybe he should have asked more questions, maybe he would have found them faster. Instead, he was met with the sight of his student, bleeding on the ground as four other students stood over her.

The things they were saying… even thinking about it made his blood boil.

Saladin had taken the squad to Codatorta’s office just off the arena, and he could hear the older man yelling as he approached.

“… what kinda lily-livered, dark-dimension dwellin’ slime go attackin’ a fellow student fer beatin’ their leader in a practise match!? Yer all Red Fountain students – which means unity, an’ teamwork, an’ not shootin’ someone when their back is turned! Ya gave the kid a concussion! Head wounds are dangerous! If she don’t wake up, you won’t be wakin’ up tomorrow! The only thing more hated than witches ‘round ‘ere are traitors, an’ that’s what you lot are at the moment – the wors’ kind a traitors. Traitors to ya school, to ya team, to ya fellow students.”

Codatorta paused for a breath when he saw Riven.

“Ah, Professor Riven. Saladin tol’ me that you wanted ta supervise their detentions.”

The four students had been pale faced and numb before he walked in, but now they looked like they were going to faint.

“I do. After all,” and here he gave them the thinnest, most terrifying smile he could, “They harmed my apprentice. If we were going by the old laws, it would be my right to give them identical wounds as recompense for their actions against my student, and thus against me.”

“Good thin’ we don’t follow those laws anymore, ey slime?” This prompted a round of nods that made them look like bobble heads. Riven supressed the urge to bat on of them and see if they’d keep bouncing.

“Well, Squad 1B – minus yer leader, depending on what he says to me later – will be reportin’ to the dragon stables for dung duty two hours before curfew fer the next month. Don’ be late, otherwise I’ll add another week onta yer punishment.”

Another round of nods.

“Now git!”

The students ran out of the room with impressive speed. In the corner of his eye, Riven could see a student he recognised as one of the more skilled sophomore students walking oh-so-casually away from the office – he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole school knew about the cowardly attack on one of their own before the afternoon session. And god help the freshmen when the Rebels caught up to them. They had practically adopted the girl as an honorary member of their squad and weren’t going to react well when they found out about the attack.

Codatorta must have had the same idea because he gave Riven a grin that unpleasantly reminded him of his first year and that one – and only – attempt to bully another student. He quickly learned what kind of bad idea that was.

“There’s always one student – or one squad – that like ta push things every year.” Codatorta said as he leaned back in his chair. “Unfortunate that it was yer student who felt the brunt of it.”

“Yeah.”

When Riven didn’t say anything more, Codatorta looked at him with concern. “How is she laddie?”

“Not sure. Came here as soon as I dropped her off at the infirmary. Flora’s with her,” he added as an afterthought, “She did some magic so that Celeste wouldn’t wake up or be in pain.

“Tha’s good. She’s a fighter, Riven. She’ll bounce back from this.”

“She shouldn’t have to.” His hands clenched. His knuckled turned white from the force.

“No, she shouldn’t. But she did. An’ yer gonna have to be there for ‘er while she recovers. So whataya still doin’ here?”

Riven was out of the room before he realised he was moving.

**********

There was something draped over the pyre. The circle was complete, and her voice (but not her voice) was chanting something in a language she didn’t recognise. The pyre flared up without any kind of assistance. Black smoke drifted into the sky, a shade of dusty black against the abyss of space. The thing – all long tail and thin spines and compact body – fell into the centre of the pyre even as fire as white as the moon hid it from sight.

Her fingers (skinny – not hers not hers) stroked a page that crumbled and cracked even under the light touch.

“It’s opening

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It was found by a member of Dr. Conway’s analysis staff, Richard Man, in Cambridge, England. The glider gun, producing a gradual stream of gliders, was found quickly after by Invoice Gosper, then on the Massachusetts Institute of Expertise. “Due to its analogies with the rise, fall and alterations of a society of residing organisms, it belongs to a rising class of what are referred to as ‘simulation video games,’” Mr. Gardner wrote when he launched Life to the world 50 years in the past along with his October 1970 column. Life swiftly eclipsed Dr. Conway’s many different mathematical accomplishments, and he got here to treat his missive to Mr. Gardner as “the deadly letter.” The Recreation of Life motivated using mobile automata within the wealthy subject of complexity science, with simulations modeling all the things from ants to site visitors, clouds to galaxies. Extra trivially, the sport attracted a cult of “Lifenthusiasts,” programmers who spent a whole lot of time hacking Life — that’s, developing patterns in hopes of recognizing new Life-forms. To mark the fiftieth anniversary, the ConwayLife.com neighborhood — which hosts the LifeWiki, with greater than 2,000 articles — created an Exploratorium, a big, explorable stamp-collection sample. Patterns that didn’t change one technology to the subsequent, Dr. Conway referred to as nonetheless lifes — such because the four-celled block, the six-celled beehive or the eight-celled pond. Patterns that took a very long time to stabilize, he referred to as methuselahs. The tree of Life additionally consists of oscillators, such because the blinker, and spaceships of assorted sizes (the glider being the smallest). In 2018, there was a much-celebrated discovery of a particular form of spaceship, the primary elementary knightship, named Sir Robin. Made from lots of of cells, it strikes two cells ahead and one sideways each six generations. It was found by Adam P. Goucher, a British algorithmist, constructing on an earlier partial discover by Tomas Rokicki, a developer of Golly, a program for exploring the distant future of huge Life patterns. And the searching occasion continues. In September, Pavel Grankovskiy, of Russia, found the Velocity Demonoid spaceship. In December, John Winston Garth, of Alabama, found the Doo-dah spaceship. Each are contenders for sample of the yr, in what has been a very good yr for brand spanking new Life discoveries. Life in the end turned method too widespread for Dr. Conway’s liking. Every time the topic got here up, he would bellow, “I hate Life!” However in his remaining years he discovered to like Life once more. He narrated a documentary, with the working title “Ideas on Life,” by the Brooklyn-based mathematician and filmmaker Will Cavendish, exploring the deterministic Recreation of Life versus the Free Will Theorem, a end result Dr. Conway proved along with his Princeton colleague Simon Kochen. “I used to go round saying, ‘I hate Life,’” Dr. Conway says within the movie. “However then I used to be giving a lecture someplace, and I used to be launched as ‘John Conway, Creator of Life.’ And I believed, ‘Oh, that’s fairly a pleasant technique to be identified.’ So I finished saying ‘I hate Life’ after that.” Not too long ago, a few of Life’s most steadfast buddies mirrored upon its affect and classes over half a century. Invoice Gosper — Mathematician and programmer, Stanford, Calif. Life is the world’s most healthful pc recreation! True, it was once dangerously addicting to a few of us, however not a lot now that just about all the theoretically doable gun and oscillator durations have been discovered. It took 40 years to seek out the coveted Snark, a secure sample that displays gliders 90 levels. However there are nonetheless open questions: for instance, what spaceship vector velocities are doable, or what constructions are doable with glider collisions. A startling current theorem states that any development, regardless of how massive, could be completed with a reverse caber-tosser constructed from a sure mounted variety of gliders — that quantity was 32, however as of September it’s now right down to 17. Today it has turn into more durable and more durable for an newbie to discover a newsworthy sample with out fancy software program and {hardware}. Maybe Life can stay a gateway drug, luring newcomers into the successfully inexhaustible universe of various Lifelike guidelines. Brian Eno — Musician, London I first encountered Life on the Exploratorium in San Francisco in 1978. I used to be hooked instantly by the factor that has all the time hooked me — watching complexity come up out of simplicity. Life must be very predictable and boring; in spite of everything, there are simply three easy guidelines that decide the place of some dots on a grid. That basically doesn’t sound very fascinating till you begin tweaking these guidelines and watching what adjustments. Life reveals you two issues. The primary is sensitivity to preliminary situations. A tiny change within the guidelines can produce an enormous distinction within the output, starting from full destruction (no dots) by way of stasis (a frozen sample) to patterns that hold altering as they unfold. The second factor Life reveals us is one thing that Darwin come across when he was Life, the natural model. Complexity arises from simplicity! That’s such a revelation; we’re used to the concept something advanced should come up out of one thing extra advanced. Human brains design airplanes, not the opposite method round. Life reveals us advanced digital “organisms” arising out of the interplay of some easy guidelines — so goodbye “Clever Design.” Melanie Mitchell — Professor of complexity, Santa Fe Institute On condition that Conway’s proof that the Recreation of Life could be made to simulate a Common Laptop — that’s, it could possibly be “programmed” to hold out any computation {that a} conventional pc can do — the very simple guidelines may give rise to probably the most advanced and most unpredictable conduct doable. Which means that there are particular properties of the Recreation of Life that may by no means be predicted, even in precept! On this second in time, it’s essential to emphasise that inherent unpredictability — so properly illustrated in even the straightforward Recreation of Life — is a characteristic of life in the actual world in addition to within the Recreation of Life. We now have to determine methods to flourish regardless of the inherent unpredictability and uncertainty we consistently reside with. Because the mathematician John Allen Paulos so eloquently mentioned, “Uncertainty is the one certainty there’s, and realizing how you can reside with insecurity is the one safety.” That is, I feel, Life’s most essential lesson. Daniel Dennett — Professor of philosophy, Tufts College I exploit the Recreation of Life to make vivid for my college students the concepts of determinism, higher-order patterns and knowledge. One in all its nice options is that nothing is hidden; there aren’t any black bins in Life, so you recognize from the outset that something which you could get to occur within the Life world is totally unmysterious and explicable by way of a really massive variety of easy steps by small gadgets. No psionic fields, no morphic resonances, no élan important, no dualism. It’s all proper there. And the truth that it will probably nonetheless assist advanced adaptively acceptable constructions that do issues can also be essential. In Thomas Pynchon’s novel “Gravity’s Rainbow,” a personality says, “However you had taken on a larger and extra dangerous phantasm. The phantasm of management. That A might do B. However that was false. Fully. Nobody can do. Issues solely occur.” That is compelling however unsuitable, and Life is an effective way of displaying this. In Life, we would say, issues solely occur on the pixel degree; nothing controls something, nothing does something. However that doesn’t imply that there isn’t a such factor as motion, as management; it signifies that these are higher-level phenomena composed (solely, with no magic) from issues that solely occur. Susan Stepney — Professor of pc science, College of York, England Within the Synthetic Life neighborhood, Life is a foundational piece of labor. It sits within the background, influencing the way in which folks consider life “in silico.” Life in all probability maintains its curiosity for 2 causes. One is that the entire subject of mobile automata is essential, as a result of computationally it may be used to mannequin so many alternative issues — for instance, bodily methods from fluid dynamics to coupled magnetic spins to chemical reaction-diffusion methods. The opposite purpose is that it’s simply cool and fairly and nice to have a look at. Whenever you velocity it up, it flows and boils and bubbles; it truly involves look alive. I did some work with college students Life on a Penrose tiling grid, relatively than the sq. grid. I wished to know whether or not it was the principles or the grid that was the essential factor. We discovered some fascinating oscillating patterns and snakelike patterns. Principally, what we confirmed is that there’s something in these guidelines; the principles are producing the fascinating dynamics. Penrose Life nonetheless generates fascinating behaviors, even in a unique surroundings. Stephen Wolfram — Scientist and C.E.O., Wolfram Analysis I’ve puzzled for many years what one might be taught from all that Life hacking. I just lately realized it’s an amazing place to attempt to develop “meta-engineering” — to see if there are normal ideas that govern the advance of engineering and assist us predict the general future trajectory of expertise. One can take a look at microprocessors or airplanes, however they contain all kinds of particulars of physics and supplies. In Life there’s 50 years of “engineering growth,” simply utilized to configurations of bits. It’s the purest instance I do know of the dynamics of collective human innovation. Bert Chan — Synthetic-life researcher and creator of the continual mobile automaton “Lenia,” Hong Kong Though the Recreation of Life just isn’t the proudest invention of Conway, in accordance with himself, it did have a huge impact on newbie programmers, like me within the 90s, giving them a way of surprise and a form of confidence that some easy-to-code math fashions can produce advanced and exquisite outcomes. It’s like a starter package for future software program engineers and hackers, along with Mandelbrot Set, Lorenz Attractor, et cetera. Life lovers have found or engineered many fantastic patterns inside Life. A number of the most wonderful ones are a digital clock, a simulation of Life inside Life, and self-replicators. The engineering is so ingenious and delicate {that a} single mistake of misplacing one cell amongst maybe 1,000,000 cells will make the entire machine fail. Then again, after I was investigating Lenia — a steady extension of Life — I discovered that its patterns are essentially totally different from these in Life. Lenia patterns are fuzzy, thus not simple for engineering (they’re largely developed as an alternative), however are more durable to destroy. Though having the identical root, Life and Lenia have practically reverse nature: designed versus natural, exact versus adaptive, fragile versus resilient. These are fascinating findings in analysis, but when we take into consideration our on a regular basis life, about firms and governments, the cultural and technical infrastructures people constructed for hundreds of years, they don’t seem to be in contrast to the unimaginable machines which are engineered in Life. In regular occasions, they’re secure and we are able to hold constructing stuff one element upon one other, however in more durable occasions like this pandemic or a brand new Chilly Warfare, we want one thing that’s extra resilient and may put together for the unpreparable. That would want adjustments in our “guidelines of life,” which we take as a right. Rudy Rucker — Mathematician and writer of “Ware Tetralogy,” Los Gatos, Calif. When Life began out, we didn’t but have the notion of mathematical chaos. The unfolding of the successive generations of a Recreation of Life board is totally deterministic. For those who begin with the identical setup, you all the time get the identical outcomes. The odd factor is that, regardless that the outcomes of a given recreation of Life start-position are predetermined, there isn’t a simple shortcut to foretell these outcomes. You simply must run the rattling factor by way of all its steps. That’s what chaos is about. The Recreation of Life, or a kinky dynamical system like a pair of pendulums, or a candle flame, or an ocean wave, or the expansion of a plant — they aren’t readily predictable. However they don’t seem to be random. They do obey legal guidelines, and there are particular sorts of patterns — chaotic attractors — that they have a tendency to provide. However once more, unpredictable just isn’t random. An essential and refined distinction which modified my entire view of the world. William Poundstone — Writer of “The Recursive Universe: Cosmic Complexity and the Limits of Scientific Information,” Los Angeles, Calif. The Recreation of Life’s pulsing, pyrotechnic constellations are traditional examples of emergent phenomena, launched many years earlier than that adjective turned a buzzword. Fifty years later, the misfortunes of 2020 are the stuff of memes. The largest challenges dealing with us at present are emergent: viruses leaping from species to species; the abrupt onset of wildfires and tropical storms as a consequence of a small rise in temperature; economies during which billions of free transactions result in staggering concentrations of wealth; an web that turns into extra fraught with hazard annually. Looming behind all of it is our collective imaginative and prescient of a man-made intelligence-fueled future that’s sure to come back with surprises, not all of them nice. The identify Conway selected — the Recreation of Life — frames his invention as a metaphor. However I’m unsure that even he anticipated how related Life would turn into, and that in 50 years we’d all be enjoying an emergent recreation of life and dying. Supply hyperlink #Conways #Game #John #Lasting #Lessons #life

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