Hydrangea Love
A Hoshie Saruta and Umataro Tenma oneshot for @astronomenal
Genius. Innovator. Rule Breaker. Robotics savant. Industry deviant. Mad man.
Eloquent pedestals to sit from and gaze across a room of peers and technical familiars. Mere words dazzle the plebeians, and fewest utters appall the stubborn and the inept. Being gifted came with plenty of perks; Money, reputation, moderate power and authority.
Umataro Tenma, kunst of the post-AI robotics world!
Such was the privilege of having politicians, deans of universities, scientists, and entrepreneurs and executives calling and begging at his feet. They pamper and pander to his ego and fancies, drinking and dining him at great expense. Charming him for his expensive skills under pretense of progress and gain. Equally exquisite was his yielding of a nonchalant veto and asserting his choice without consequence or retribution. They’d be back at it again too.
Yet,
His lot in life would not afford him friends. He was content with this lot. He thought. Would the same crowd know the mediocre human behind the great mind? Would they appreciate his lesser known qualities? Music, fiction, and flowers. Rachmaninoff, Chopin, H.G Wells, Asimov, and hydrangeas. Despite the money, access, and freedoms given by his gift of intellect, Umataro Tenma felt alone. The average man had friends, company, and social comforts. Fellows who share experiences, jokes, and follies
Ochanomizu had known him since undergrad, but, over time had grown apart. Forming different viewpoints about the future of AI and robotics, respectfully, they’d remain colleagues. Not the same as having a friend. At times this was fine.
He tried pushing down the loneliness, it served him nothing to feel sorry for himself. On the rare occasion, he would hide amongst hydrangea bushes that bloomed on the Ministry of Science campus; its fragrance harken to his mothers garden. Under the sun and in her embrace made a safe place for a sensitive boy with robotic fascinations. To her, this boy shares his thoughts and emotions, his fears, and anxieties. Comforted by her smile, words and unconditional love. She was his company in youth. Alas those days are long gone, Umataro would remember. He wouldn't feel that way again. Memories were good enough, he thought.
It was one occasion where he was found. He almost stood up and felt prepared to act as if he wasn’t sniffing flowers, until she knelt down amongst the bush too. Saying nothing. Her brown eyes closed, face flushed to the mop heads. Taking in the aroma of the recently rained on bush, she looked to admire the flowers too! She was there for a spell until she stepped away. Not a wave. Not a glance back. Curious, Umataro thought. Looking to see the walking woman,she looked familiar to him. Taking a shot in the dark, he had to guess her to be the now grown up granddaughter of his old robotics mentor. He’s surely not that old now? Of course, her name escaped him, but likely she doesn’t remember him.
It was weeks before he saw her again, deadheading the dried, withered hydrangeas. She didn’t seem aware he was there today. Fine. Umataro preferred that anyway. A while back, he took a trip down memory lane, remembering the mystery woman correctly. She was Hoshi Saruta. A teenager with pigtails and freckles when he was a starving grad student. Her pigtails morphed into a dark twist braid with fly-aways defying the professional coif. The freckles she’d outgrown. A pity, he thought. Only a few feet between them, as he watches her turn with a fistful of dried hydrangeas and scissors in hand, nearly losing traction in her heels. Squeaking from a fear of falling over before gaining stability on concrete. Hoshie had a clumsy, fawn-like quality about her.
“Hello, Professor!” She spoke to him, her hair slowly coming undone.
He made the mistake of having caught eyes with her. He should have turned away, but of course she was a polite and friendly soul, like Ochanomizu. Not that he didn’t appreciate the hellos and good nights in passing, but preferred to be unbothered by social fetterings.
And walked away.
“Check the east side, the blooms are coming in!”He heard from behind.
Turning back, as if to check if she was following him. She didn’t. In that moment, Umataro reckoned; He had nothing eminently due, no one to call or emails to correspond. He’d been suggested to take time for a walk in the sun. A trip to the east side of the campus would take five minutes. To some surprise,this spot didn’t disappoint. There were more hydrangeas in this spot than the other. Rows of flowers in hues of pink, blues, and greens.The scent here felt intense.
“Sweet woman.”He thought to himself. “Kind of her to point me in this direction.”
Sitting on the bench, Umataro with his eyes closed. Thinking deeply about the sweet scent of the air for a moment before opening his phone. Resuming the mild research into Miss Saruta with some curiosity. His boredom led him to read papers about microelectronics, nanorobotics, and neuron-prosthetic connectivity. Many of these publications have her involved as either a research fellow or a part of a research group. Some levels of robotics are not possible without the involvement of microelectronics. Especially the level he was infamous for. Miss Saruta read to him as mildly interesting.
“Her grandfather would be proud no doubt,”Speaking to himself.
“Picked a nice afternoon to enjoy the gardens, Professor Tenma” He heard from nearby.
Turning his head, Umataro saw Miss Saruta again. Now with a mouthful of bobby pins and a handful of her hair, trying to put herself back to specs it seemed.
“I’m just sitting here” He said, his glasses darkening from UV.
She walked closer to him. “I didn’t think you were levitating, Professor”
How humorous! Such wit! He laughed internally.
“And what did you think I was doing then?” He asked, looking upward.
“I think you were disappointed that the flowers had withered.” She answered. “I thought you’d appreciate the tip”
“A trick of your grandfathers?” Tenma jokes. This woman was pegging some of the things about him without even trying.
Raising an eyebrow, Hoshi felt taken aback. “Beg pardon?”
Shaking his head, Tenma retreated.
“Nothing. Don’t mind me.”
“I do mind,because no one else talks about my grandfather unless they are an old student. Which if memory serves, you were.” She smiled at him.
“AH! So you knew me then?” Umataro stood, sinking his hands into his pockets.
“Don’t fret, Professor, Grandpa only spoke well of you” She added.
The remark made Umataro chuckle, “I’m sure he wouldn’t speak ill of his star students”
Hoshi chuckled back. Shaking her head with the contrary,“Star student? He visited your lab when you didn’t send reports on time, status updates, progress reports, or overspend your budget.”
This was rare! Umataro thought. “The price of genius, Miss Saruta”
Agreeing, Hoshi said, “Perhaps. Grandpa had an eye for exceptional students.”
Moving past, Umataro stretched, “Surprised you didn’t venture to India or Taiwan for your career in Microelectronics” Turning to face her
Hoshi shrugged.
“I did. However, for the work they wanted me to do, I felt my talents appreciated here and my mother’s health has me worried” She answered back.
“I wish you a good day, Miss Saruta” Umataro leaves.
“Good day,sir,” Hoshie nodded back. “By the way, someone from Brazil was looking for you.”
Umataro heard, turning to look back,“Oh?”
“I sent him to the offices on the 50th floor, but after a while you might need to appear” Hoshi added,
He kept walking. This would have been an exchange he would have not kept short and walked away earlier. Preoccupying himself with something else more interesting and engaging than the kind consideration by Hoshi. Politeness in his experience was performative, it wasn’t performed so organically as he’d experienced. That was a thoughtful thing she did, He thought.
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AAAAHHHH!! Thanks so much @good-wine-and-cheese I just finished finals! this is an awesome way to start summer break!
Answering questions for this game: https://www.tumblr.com/allsassnoclass/682696593093345280/fanfiction-writing-asks?source=share
6.What’s the last line you wrote?
" --To which the raven left out the window as quickly as it arrived, leaving a chalky mess on the window pane. The rain saturated and formed a growing whitish pool as Dudley closed the window.
“Well…I guess I have something of an answer” moving the nut crumbles to a waste bin before bed. ---" Chapter 5, Modern Galatea
10.Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?
I tried doing one story at a time when I started writing fanfiction again. But, I learned that, ultimately it doesn't matter how many stories you do, its if you're consistent about writing anything. I also let the gremlins in my head win because I'm not always thinking about one story, but,
52. What’s the average word count of your fics?
Stardust has an average word count of 3200 (23 chapters as of rn)
Modern Galatea is 2300 words
I'm not very worried about word count as I am about pages per chapter. Keeping to a 5-6 minimum to a near 9-10 page max. Entirely to do with preference.
57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?
I am incredibly conscious, I like to think I am anyway. I re-read my stories to make sure they make sense and make sure new stuff tracks. Poor Hoshi has been on a bit of a wild ride in my head. There is plenty of foreshadowing, which is how the other brain child began.
Modern Galatea will have ALOT of foreshadowing. Its symbolism stems from that its a follow up from Metropolis Manga (goofy manga but loads of stuff to follow up) and building up to what will be the base (for what I think, is the set up for the 2001 film).
I would be lying if writing for a prequel and a current story isn't easy, but, its sometimes helpful!
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