Section 16.2, Amendment 2 of the Legion Code of Conduct states the following:
NO GATHERING of Legion members, official, unofficial, or social, shall bring about
(a) the confluence of all the four fundamental forces of the
universe, nor (b) any more than seven critical fermion/boson/lepton OR
hadron interactions, nor (c) any other such physical properties of
existence that may be embodied or expressed by Legion members and may
in conjunction with other properties cause significant and unauthorised
alteration of CSST (Current Standard Space-Time).
Exceptions are granted for the following:
(i) Procedural requirements of standard Legion Operating
Procedures, incorporating all due risk-assessment and notification of
authorities as determined necessary by current Legion leadership or
steering committee, or
(ii) Complete idiocy on the part of newbies who neglected to read
and/or understand their induction manual.
Exceptions under clause (ii) will be followed with disciplinary
action befitting the extent and severity of the alteration of CSST.
Torture in the vacuum of space is not unthinkable in this context.
Cos ran his finger under the last phrase. "Brainy. You have to take that part out."
"It implies merely possibility, not an inevitable action." Querl
filed the amendment on the QBTnet-L and sent out a notification before
Cos could alter it. "Direct blame at me for any perceived
insensitivity, if you wish."
Cos blinked, which Querl was beginning to translate as Braalian suspicion. "You're being... accommodating."
"I was amused that you threatened Thom with the forced application of his own powers to his genitalia."
"No idea what you're referring to," Cos studied the backs of his
hands intently. "I'm merely happy everyone has the facility of free
will once more."
The amendment of the Legion Code of Conduct was precipitated by
the events of the ten-day period known colloquially to Legion members
as the Great Dai Gh'arvu . More specifically, the co-existence in
space (the "rec room") and time ("Welcome, New Legionnaires, it's Happy
Hour!") of mathematically intractable amounts of gravity,
electromagnetism, charm quarks and what call-me-Jan-not-Element-Lad
referred to as his party trick (but was more accurately a brief flash
of both the nuclear and weak forces in his chumpafruit daiquiri) caused
a closed timelike curve to throw all persons within a five hundred
metre radius into the middle of last fortnight.
Querl, alone in both his new lab and combinatorial thought about genomic signatures for the ring prototype, was unamused .
 A curious case of convergent linguistic evolution. An
ancient dialect of Winath, Earth-standard French and the Barito
language of Rimbor all convey the sensation that one has experienced a
situation previously in a phonologically similar expression, although
the Barito is the only form containing a glottal stop so pronounced
that one has to spit afterwards.
 To the extent that the subsequent lack of free will allowed for being really narked off.
After the vertiginous nausea passed and the walls resolved
themselves back into solidity, the middle of last fortnight didn't look
too different from five minutes ago. In the future. Querl started a
diagnostic routine on the systems that were blinking the incorrect
Diagnostics were internally consistent and secure. The Legion
systems sent an encrypted packet to the Phobos Universal Time Clock and
pinged back accurate . Querl shifted in his seat and prodded at the
bruise that wasn't yet there--
[[Val grinned. "So you're a plant."
Earth-natives, Querl thought, all lacked a crucial filter
between the temporal cortex for the production of language and the
brain stem that enables stupidity.
"No," he gritted out, a function of both irritation and
concentration, as Val attempted to find the vulnerable areas in the
latest version of Querl's force-field. "The integration of chlorophyll
into a biological system is only a necessary, not a sufficient,
condition for botanical life."
"You'd look kinda fancy with blossoms, is all I'm saying." Karate Kid's ability to apply approximately seventeen kilonewtons of force with his fingertips was impressive. Querl twitched and noted the weak spot.
"That's more Jan's--ugh. Computer, sector 25-8." Querl rubbed at the impending bruise where the field strength glitched. "Continue."
"You--" Val raised his eyebrows. "Brainy, your ass has a number?"
"In the interests of precision, the force-field coordinates map to specific areas of my anatomy." Querl waited. "Well?"
Val shook his head. "I'll teach you Lethawae. Then you and your
ass coordinates won't get handed to you by a bunch of Talokians next
It had been odd enough the first time around.
 The PhUTC, a ybttrium-based atomic measurement system
established by the Intergalactic Meridian Conference of 2722, provides
a single standard time reference for all worlds within the UP environs.
It is guarded by the elite Sibs of the Blessed Chronoforce, who draw
their numbers from the disgruntled wyves of the UP who are fed up
with the excuse "my watch was running late" from their
 Wyves [n] pl. (sing., wyfe) Interlac. Generic and
gender-nonspecific term for a spouse, co-habitor, civilsexual partner,
etc. Usage in the common era often denotes dissatisfaction with the
state of the speaker's/referrent's union, but it does serve them right
for getting into that mess in the first place.
The timestream, of course, does not let any sentient being behave in such a way as to create a paradox.
"I notice that had no bearing on Jo's multiple attempts at propositioning Tasmia," Querl smirked. "No, Salu, right
"You said that the first time." She shifted from atomic back to tenth-size to stomp on Querl's ear.
"You nearly made an error the first time, also, and that would be my brain that you're rewiring."
Salu shrunk again, muttering "Braaains."
Querl closed his eyes against the random firing in his left
visual field as Salu wove the carbon-peptide seedlings amongst his
cortical neurons. Each heartbeat delivered erythrocytes, oxygenating
the cortex and triggering the seedlings to sprout and connect with his
own tissue. It had been exhilarating the first time, the overload of
new input, the base thrill of capability.
Now he knew it would work, knew it above intellect and beneath limbic anxiety, the sensation made him gasp.
More than once.
"This is like sex for you, isn't it?" Salu sat on the end of the
bed and grinned, shaking out her hands. She'd not said that originally,
but she'd been able to say it now. It clearly wasn't important in the
Querl still felt warm and dizzy. "Yes." He gestured between them. "Want to assist further?"
She laughed and tugged lightly on the new wire set, his
circuitry now complete. "Brainy, even if I fancied your appendages, I
doubt the basic Imsk model would be exactly what you're after right
Last time he'd delayed for ten minutes before plugging into the mainframe. "Out, then. Go play in your bubble."
The door closed behind her and Querl's hand fumbled slightly with the port connectors, but the. Oh. It was just as good:
waxes from new to sickle, crescent, half-full and disk, and wanes
so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most