A Swordmaster, Ghola and the Kwisatz Haderach! (application)

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Strange.

Duncan Idaho, Mentat, Swordmaster of Ginaz, protector of the Atreides line and ghola number.. 489 (give or take a few, it was hard to keep track after so long) AND the ultimate Kwisatz Haderach (ftw!), stood in the sorting room. He wasn’t easily confused, but he could find no recollection of such a room across the vastness of his memories. Where was he? Was this some trick of Erasmus? A final strike against humanity?

It had just been revealed that he was in fact the ultimate Kwisatz Haderach, and had merged with the flowmetal skin of the robot Erasmus in order to bring humanity to it’s next pinnacle.

Or something like that.

State your name.

He blinked, running his fingers through his wiry dark hair, a habit from ghola 470.  “Duncan Idaho. I was also called Hayt, but that was.. before.”

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

The Mentat part of his mind scanned the document and was stymied by the strange and illogical nature of the questions. “I.. cheese? I’m not sure what that has to do with anything, but there was a soft white cheese I enjoyed on Caladan. Went well with pundi rice wine.” 

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop? 

His brow furrowed. “Barney,” he answered without hesitation. Ghola 312 had an irrational fear of purple incorporated into his makeup by the Tlieaxu. He wasn’t sure why. 

3. What time is it where you are?

“The end of the war,” he said. “The fifteen thousand year conflict against the thinking machines had come to a close. Or seven thirty.”

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

Duncan grinned wickedly, “I would take only what was offered,” he answered, recalling Hayt’s reply to a flustered Alia.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

1. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

“The No-Ship Lollipop,” he stated. It wasn’t particularly clever, but the title amused him.

2. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

Duncan shook his head. “Questions of breeding and marriage are better left to the Bene Gesserit.. or others who are more interested in focusing particular genetic lines. I have no interest in them.” Never mind that he was a tad defensive because his previous gholas had been used as part of Leto II’s breeding program. Nope.

3. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

The Mentat frowned, “It is a universal constant. The paperwork will always outpace your work and your desk will always remain over capacity. Destroy your desk and the paperwork will follow.”

4. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

“I am Duncan Idaho. I am a Ginaz trained Swordmaster for House Atreides, a Mentat, and the ultimate Kwisatz Haderach. I am far from useless. So there."

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Primavera Bobinski sauntered into the Sorting Room. She'd never seen flowmetal, and couldn't identify what exactly was inorganic about this fellow.

She cocked her head.

"Not human, but what?"

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She carried herself like one of the Bene Gesserit. Sex and danger and the potential for violence all wrapped up in a beautiful woman.

"The Kwisatz Haderach," he answered.

But it's more complicated than that now, Erasmus whispered, part of his own Other Memories.

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And, like an Honored Matre, addictive. Also, like an Honored Matre, not always terribly bright. She could tell he was some kind of dangerous thing, but she had no idea what a Swordmaster of the Ginaz was capable of -- no idea she was hopelessly outmatched.

Without warning -- wanting to see what he was made of -- she launched herself at him, doing some crazy Muay Thai move.

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Before her blow could land, he was gone. Duncan was behind her, his stance loose and ready. He could have landed one of a hundred different blows, from stunning to crippling to even fatal ones.

"This is not a path you want to take," he said warningly.

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Twisting to account for the sudden lack of a target between herself and the floor, Primavera managed to land on her feet. (Lilim did tend to land on their feet. The connection between dolls and cats had already been plumbed by Doctors Toxicophilous and Bogenbloom; whether a dead girl had nine lives might remain to be seen, but it was certain that curiosity did take its toll from the daughters of Lilith.)

She had to whirl to face him. Acid-green eyes widened in surprise and no small amount of pique. He didn't look -- or smell -- as though his sudden skillful move had cost him even the slightest exertion. She tensed but held her (uncomfortably close) ground.

"How would you know what a dead girl wants?"

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Amusement flickered in his eyes as he watched her land with no small amount of skill. She moved like one of the Bene Gesserit, or even one of the Honored Matres - she certainly had potential. Her dress and the way she carried herself suggested she also had some sexual prowress about her.

"You've a great deal of skill, and potential. I could teach you," he offered.

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She took shallow breaths, yet her bosom heaved. Dolls generally dressed to achieve that effect: cantilevered mammaries corseted up to shelflike prominence. A few moments of panting bafflement passed, Primavera staring uncomprehendingly at Duncan.

"You don't want to kill me?"

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He may be the Kwisatz Haderach and merged with a robot, but he's still a man. Duncan took a long, appreciative glance at Primavera's er, attributes.

"I could kill you yes, but it would serve no purpose. And I am tired of killing. The greater question is do you want to learn?"

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Her programming was morbid in its paradoxical aims, and Primavera felt frustrated, rather than relieved, by this avowal -- even though she knew quite well that the school wouldn't let him kill her. "Learn to fight that way? Only a bloody fool wouldn't want to learn. But how?"

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Duncan gave a half-shrug, "By training, of course. You've got a solid foundation already. Paul trained the Fremen, building on their already remarkable fighting prowress because he needed an army. I would rather build on your skills for the sake of doing it and perhaps creating a decent sparring partner while I am here."

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"You're not human," she said. It wasn't a derogatory remark.

She wasn't human either. With his magical Kwisatz Haderach powers, Duncan probably knew that already.

"But you're not a doll, either," duh, only girls could be dolls because Primavera didn't live past the first book and didn't know any better. "What are you?"

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"Neither are you," he answered matter of factly. "I was a man. A Swordmaster to Duke Leto Atreides. I died. Someone collected my remains and made a ghola.. a clone. I have been reborn as a clone thousands of times, evolving a little more with each life."

"What is a doll?"