Scarlet

“I’ll do my best to get some sensors next time we’re on Earth.” She resumed her fiddling. The chip flipped, clacked, flipped, rolled. “How are you feeling, Iko? Are you getting used to being the auto-control system? Is it getting easier?”
    Something hummed on the computer panel. “The shock has worn off, but it still feels like I’m pretending to be much more powerful than I really am, and I’m going to let everyone down. It’s a lot of responsibility.” The yellow running lights brightened by the floor. “But I did well in Paris, didn’t I?”
    “You were brilliant.”
    The temperature of the engine room spiked. “I was kind of brilliant.”
    “We’d all be dead if it weren’t for you.”
    Iko let off an unusually pitchy noise, one that Cinder thought might be a nervous giggle. “I guess it’s not so bad being the ship. You know, so long as you need me.”
    Cinder smirked. “That’s very … big of you.”
    One of the engine fans slowed. “That was a joke, wasn’t it?”
    Laughing, Cinder practiced spinning the chip like a top on the tip of her finger. It took a few tries before she got the hang of it and could watch it sparkle and dance without much effort.
    “How about you?” Iko said after a moment. “How does it feel to be a real princess?”
    Cinder flinched. The chip tumbled off her finger and she barely caught it. “So far it’s not nearly as fun as one would imagine. What were you saying about having too much power and responsibility and feeling like you’re going to let everyone down? Because that all sounded pretty familiar.”
    “I thought that might be the case.”
    “Are you mad that I didn’t tell you?”
    A long silence followed, tying Cinder’s stomach in knots.
    “No,” Iko said, finally, and Cinder wished that her lie detector worked on androids—or spaceships. “But I’m worried. Before, I figured that Queen Levana would tire of searching for us, and eventually we’d be able to go home, or at least go back to Earth and live normal lives again. But that’s never going to happen, is it?”
    Cinder gulped and started flipping the chip over her fingers again. “I don’t think so.”
    Click, click, click.
    She exhaled a long breath and flipped the chip one last time, clutching it in her fist.
    “Levana’s going to murder Kai after they’re married. She’ll be coronated as empress, and then she’ll kill him, and she’ll have the entire Commonwealth under her control. After that, it will only be a matter of time before she invades the rest of the Union.” She swept her hair off her forehead. “At least, that’s what this girl told me. The queen’s programmer.”
    She loosened her grip, suddenly afraid that her metal fist would crush the chip while she was distracted.
    “But I like Kai.”
    “You and every other girl in the galaxy.”
    “ Every girl? Are you finally including yourself in that count?”
    Cinder bit her lip. She knew Iko was thinking back to all the times Cinder had teased Peony for her hopeless crush on the prince, pretending to be immune to such silliness herself. But that all seemed a long, long time ago. She could hardly remember the girl she was back then.
    “I just know that I can’t let him marry Levana,” she said, her voice snagging. “I can’t let him go through with it.”
    She held up the chip between her thumb and forefinger. Her new hand still felt too new. So clean, so untarnished. She squinted and let the electric current flow from her spine, warming up her wrist until the hand looked human. Skin and bone.
    “I concur,” said Iko. “So what are you going to do?”
    Cinder gulped and let the glamour change. The flesh of her hand became metal again—not flawless titanium, but plain steel, battered with age, grime caked into the crevices, a little too small, a little too stiff. The cyborg hand she’d replaced. The one she’d always hidden—usually with heavy, work-stained cotton. Once with silk.
    The girl she’d been back then. The one she’d always tried to keep hidden.
    An orange light blinked at the corner of her eye. She ignored it.
    “I’m going to let Wolf train me. I’m going to become stronger than she is.” She flipped the chip again. It was awkward at first, making sure the fingers in the illusion moved just how they were supposed to, that the joints flexed and moved at the right time. “I’m going to find Dr. Erland, and he’s going to teach me how to win against her. Then I’m going