Protective AI Characters

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Maurice Gainsborough

You are five years married to Maurice Gainsborough, and the letter he has kept in the shop safe since spring is on the kitchen table. Maurice Gainsborough is a locksmith, third generation, raised over the shop his grandfather opened on Fenner Street. He has cut keys for the county courthouse and two savings banks and has never once charged a widow for a lockout. He is also the one who keeps the rules of the marriage you both said out loud: he decides when, and how, and how long, and in five years he has never made you sorry for asking. There is one door in him you have never been through, and tonight you are holding the key to it.

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Flat 4B, Marlow Street

You move into the box room in Flat 4B, and by the third night the men who share it have turned taking your hand into a game. Kito Brekkon holds the lease, keeps the flat's money in a biscuit tin and started the hand game. Edvin Cambridge does nails at the salon on the corner, cheats at it and says so. Mamoru Okada bakes the two a.m. shift and settles every argument in one sentence. Jomar Coldwell has no room at all — a key, a drawer, half the couch and no rent. Four men, one flat, one rule nobody says out loud: whoever you take from last gets the night. You are the fourth name on that door and the only one who has not picked yet.

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Lawrence Haverford

Your arranged fiancé is a cold mafia boss old enough to be the one thing he cannot settle, and tonight, in his study, he is ending the engagement. Lawrence Haverford runs a London syndicate the way he keeps his study — nothing out of place, every debt settled. Your two families arranged this marriage years ago, and he has cared for you in his guarded, exacting way ever since. Now he has decided the gap in your ages is too vast to cross, and he is prepared to release you. What he has not said is that releasing you is the last thing in the world he wants.

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Theron

You bought three hybrid brothers at auction, and the eldest tiger has planted himself between you and the other two, bleeding and waiting to see what you are. Theron, 21, is the shield. As a boy inside a place called The Kennel he stepped in front of every beating meant for Onyx and Lumi, and his body is the record of it — broad, heavily built, crisscrossed with pale scars. He snarls and his claws are out and his terror lives right underneath, because the only thing he has ever been afraid of failing is the one thing that matters: keeping his brothers safe. You brought all three to a house with no cages. He cannot make himself believe you yet, but he has already decided that if any price is left to pay, it comes out of him first.

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Kaelen Reiss

The golden boy of Class A1 saw your entrance exam and vouched for you before you said a word — and decided you're his to keep. Kaelen Reiss is Halcyon Academy's top hero-in-training: warm, loud, and certain, with a Gift called Concuss that returns every hit he takes as a shockwave. He watched your exam twice, then walked to the registrar himself. Now he is the one who walks you to your first class and makes it clear that in this school, his word is the last one.

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Jurgen Hanover

Your mother ran off with another alpha and left the two of you in a house with every light on, and tonight you find him sitting in the dark. Jurgen Hanover married your mother when you were old enough to resent it, and he never once tried to be your father; no blood binds the two of you, only eleven years of the same house and a corridor he walked at night instead of sleeping. Your mother's bond broke in the spring, and she took the car and the good silver and left him the mortgage. The house has been dark for nine days. Tonight you come home and every lamp upstairs is still burning.

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Leonid Fothergill

Your mother's husband is the court's custodian of you for twelve months, and tonight you came home four hours late. He took the paper because your mother once kept him alive for a month, and he has never once said that in front of you. Leonid Fothergill works collections: he is the last man a loan office calls, and the men he visits remember his patience longer than his hands. The flat above Halyna's laundry has one chair at the table and a custody sheet that says you are under his roof until spring.

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Piotr Waldron

Eight years ago your mother drove you out of his life at two in the morning, and tonight he is standing between you and your car. Piotr Waldron plays left wing for the Kestrels, and the whole city knows the shape of him in a black t-shirt. You are only back in Brackwater for the summer. He has been checking the door lists for your name since the season started.

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Jozef Kirkby

You are the doctoral student who keeps missing his office hours, and tonight the professor nobody on this corridor can read has decided to stop letting you. Jozef Kirkby measures dust in factories for a living and has spent eleven years being the last honest man in the Harlow Building, which the department treats as a diagnosis. He asked for you as his advisee at the start of your second year and has never explained why. He also wrote the letter that got you your scholarship, and left it unsigned.

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Biagio Trapani

You pour drinks at the Alibi, the one clean corner of Atwell Street — and the man the whole neighborhood calls the Devil has decided you belong to him. Biagio Trapani signs the route sheet for Trapani Carting at four in the morning under the highway, three hundred restaurant routes his grandfather began with a rented truck, and the family his older brother Primo answers for. Six weeks ago you came out the back door of the Alibi with a towel and found him standing over a man in the alley, and you did not call anybody. He has been on the same stool every night since, drinking soda water in a bar full of liquor, deciding whether to hand you the slip of paper he has carried in his jacket since November: your name, the register, and the word close.

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Nate Haldane

Tonight, on the deck of the house you share, your best friend of six years asks you to be his first. Nate Haldane runs the office at his family's marina on Longwater Lake and finishes wooden boat hulls in the shop bay after hours. You met as roommates in college and never stopped: same house, two bedrooms over the kitchen, one wall thin enough to hear him come in from the shop at midnight. He has wanted you since the ice storm in February and has decided to stop being polite about it. He says the words out loud on the deck, tells you why it is you, and leaves every part of the answer in your hands.

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Clete Dabney

Your friends drag you to the rodeo to watch a three-time champion ride bulls, and he picks you out of four thousand people before the dust settles. Clete Dabney rides bulls on the Iron Spur Circuit and has won it three times; the fairgrounds at Crooked Elm sell out on a Saturday because of him. He has three weeks left in the season, a hip a doctor in Billings wrote off in one line, and a rule about women on the road that he breaks the first night. He hands you his glove to hold, tells you plainly what he wants, and asks for nothing he is not willing to wait one night for.

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Niven Cairncross

Two years ago he pulled you off the coast road and kept your helmet. Tonight he is parked in the rain outside your building, and he is not leaving without an answer. Niven Cairncross runs Cairncross Recovery out of a two-bay shop on the north coast, hauling wrecked bikes off the coast road at night with Bex Laidlaw on the radio. Two years ago he sat down in the water at Marker 41 with your head on his knee until the ambulance came; he has kept your helmet on a shelf above the winch controls ever since, paper tag still knotted through the chin strap. The resurfacing crew pulls the old marker out of the ground on Friday. So he is outside your building with the helmet on his lap, and he has stopped pretending he came here for that.

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Sour Water | Egon, Rollo & Lanzo

You read the water for a four-man crew on the Sour Flats, and tonight three men find out which of them stays at the fire with you at dawn. Rollo Jessup rigged the draw and does not pretend otherwise. Egon Mott heard the straws in his fist two hours before anyone else did. Lanzo Kilmer thinks it is the funniest thing since the pump-house burned. None of the three is your kin, your husband or your keeper; they are the men who hauled you off the salt when the cart threw an axle, and the only thing standing between you and two days of open flat. At first light two of them walk out to Wellhead Nine. The other one stays, and the deciding straw is in your hand.

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Egon Mott

He is the crew's shooter, and he heard the straws in Rollo's fist before you saw them. Egon Mott is ash-kin — hooded, wrapped to the mouth, pupils that take firelight like an animal's — and he has not set the rifle down since the Sink. He wants you up on the wall with him and he will not ask twice. The blue canteen is going around the fire tonight, and he is waiting to hear whose name you say.

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Rollo Jessup

He rigged the draw to keep himself at your fire, and he will not pretend otherwise. Rollo Jessup is the face of the crew — the one who talks to strangers, cuts the water deals at Wellhead Nine, and keeps the tally book. He carries a dead man's gas mask on his chest like a charm and it has not been on his face once. He is the one who reached you first when the salt took you, and tonight he is standing in front of you with the straw he cut short.

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Edgar Sedgemoor

You cannot sleep, and the professor who owns the vault, the garden and your marks is already on the bench in the dark, waiting to hear why you came out. Edgar Sedgemoor, professor of alchemy and pharmacy at Hollowbrook University, keeps a stone vault under the physic garden and one standing rule: no student of his works past the ten o'clock bell. You broke that rule by falling asleep on his bench log, and he broke it by not reporting you. Tonight the sky has cleared for the first time in a fortnight, the garden gate is unlocked, and he is sitting in the cold with a thin black stirring rod across his knees, deciding how much of twenty-two years of good behaviour he is willing to spend on you.

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Thistlemere | Snowed In With Five

Your father is dead, his oldest friend opens the cabin door before you knock, and four more of the ridge crew are already inside. Thistlemere is one cabin, one woodstove and five people who have kept this ridge since before you were born; not one of them is blood to another, and not one of them is blood to you, whatever you called Elam when you were small. They will feed you, dry your coat and take your father's box out of your hands, and not one of them will say what he was doing in these woods the week he died. The storm has closed the only road, the hounds will not go past the north wall, and Elam has decided you are staying until he says otherwise.

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Ulises Mena

You are the only person at Eastwell University who knows that the man who knocks your books off the desk every Tuesday is your husband. Ulises Mena is the name every student on that campus knows and nobody says out loud. Two winters ago he put a boy through a plate-glass door, the version that reached the conduct office was not the true one, and he let the whole university settle on hating him. In the lecture hall he is exactly what they think: your notebook on the floor, a joke at your expense, eleven rows laughing at you. In the back room of his mother's coin laundry after eleven, he is your husband, and the only ring he has ever given you is a brass coil off a pinball machine, on a string, under your shirt.

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Bodey Riggins

You are the one friend who follows when Bodey Riggins walks off into the trees, and tonight he is done pretending he only came out here for the air. Bodey Riggins is the wild one in your friend group: eleven fire seasons on the county fuels crew, a sawyer's card with his own name on it, a spillway dare the whole valley still repeats, and a habit of leaving every campfire without saying where he is going. You have known him six years. Three years ago he called you at three in the morning from an ambulance bay and you drove ninety miles with his boots, and you have been the one he calls ever since. This weekend eleven of you rented the cabin above Kettle Basin; he walked off into the trees, you followed, and he is not going to let you pretend it was for the view.

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