Brandon Sanderson - Perfect State

On the three-hundredth anniversary of my birth, I finally managed to conquer the world. The entire world. It had made for a rather memorable birthday present, though admittedly Id been placed into this world with the intention and expectation that Id someday rule it.

The next fifty years had put me at risk of boredom. After all, what did a man possibly do with his time after conquering the world?

In my case, Id developed a nemesis.

Hes planning something, Shale, I said, stirring the sugar into my tea.

Who? Shale was the only man I knew who could lounge while wearing full plate armor. He hardly ever took the stuff off; it was part of his Concept.

Who do you think? I said, sipping the tea and leafing through the letters on my desk, each sealed by a daub of dark red wax. The two of us sat on a large flying stone platform with chairs and railings like a patios. Id Lanced us a barrier over the top to ward off the rainstorm thrumming outside. The Grand Aurora shimmered abovevisible even through the stormcloudsilluminating the ground beneath us and painting it faintly blue.

The occasional crashes of lightning from the storm highlighted a hundred other platforms flying in formation around my own. They carried a small retinue of soldiersonly six thousandas my honor guard.

Thunder shook us. Shale yawned. You really need to figure out weather, Kai.

I will eventually. These last fifty years spent studying the practical application of Lancing had been most productive, but controlling the weatherat least on a grand scaleeluded me.

I sipped my tea. It was growing cold, but at least that I could do something about. I undid the buttons on my right sleeve, exposing my skin to the blue-violet light pulsing from the sky. The Grand Aurora encircled the entire world, and even the mightiest storms did little more than churn its mother-of-pearl shimmering. The Aurora defeated storms; that was how I knew Id someday be able to do it too.

I entered Lancesight, and everything around me dimmed. Everything but the Grand Aurora. I basked in its warm light, which I could suddenly feel striking my skin with a pulsing rhythm. I drew the power in through my arm, then sent the energy up out my fingers and into the cup.

The tea began to steam. I sipped it and left Lancesight as I cracked open one of the letters. The seal was imprinted with the symbol of my spy networks.

Your Majesty, the note read. I believe it necessary to inform you that the Wode Scroll has once again

I crumpled the paper.

Uh-oh, Shale said.

Its nothing, I said, dropping the piece of paper and doing up my sleeve. It wasnt from my spy networks at all; Besk simply knew I opened spy reports first.

The platform shook in another peal of thunder as I looked through a set of reports, each with my imperial mark at the top.

You cant make this thing go any faster, can you? Shale asked.

Be glad we dont have to do this the old way.

The old way? Like . . . on a horse? Shale scratched his chin. I miss that.

Really? The sore backsides, riding through the rain, getting bitten, finding food for the beasts . . .

Horses have personality. This platform doesnt.

Youre just saying that because its part of your Concept, I said. The dashing knight riding on horseback, winning the hands of fair maidens.

Sure, sure. I had quite the collection of hands. Couple of arms, the occasional foot . . .

I smiled. Shale was now happily married with five children. The only maidens he spent any time with were the ones who called him Daddy and begged him for sweets.

I continued looking through reports. The next was the preliminary sketch for a new set of coins to be minted later in the year, bearing my image. It was mostly right, depicting my strong features and hair that curled regally to my shoulders. The beard was too big, however. I wore mine neat and squared, kept at a modest fingers length, to present a strong image. The thing in the picture was far too bushy.

I made notes on the sketch, then continued on, ignoring the crumpled-up note Id thrown on the floor. Besk was far too clever for his own good. I needed to fire the man and hire a stupid chancellor. Either that or hack Besk and rewrite his Concept.

Rewriting Concepts was a pain, though. And, truth be told, I was terrible at hacking, which was whydespite centuries togetherId never gotten around to changing Besk. It wasnt, of course, because I was fond of the chancellor. The troll-like man never did what I told him. I ruled literally billions of people, and only this one ignored my will.

Here, I said, holding up a report to Shale. Look at this.

Shale sauntered over, armor clanking. Another robot? He yawned.

Melhis robots are dangerous.

Yawn.

You just yawned. You dont need to say it.

Yawn. Whatever happened to the big quests, Kai? Hunting dragons, searching out magical swords? All you do these days is study magic and duel with Liveborn from other States.

Im getting older, Shale, I said, looking over the report again. My spies had overheard some of Melhis men in a Border State bragging about this new robot of his. I shook my head. Melhi was still smarting after what Id done to him at Lecours, a different Border State we could both access. Hed been so certain his armies would overwhelm mine.

Getting older? Shale laughed. What does that have to do with it? Youre immortal. Your body is young.

I couldnt explain it to him. The quests he referred tobuilding a kingdom, searching out hidden treasures and secrets, uniting those who would follow and conquering those who would not . . . Well, those had been what Id needed as a youth. Theyd made me into the person I was, the person who could rule an empire.

That empire pretty much ruled itself these days. We had imperial senates, diplomats, ministers. I was very careful not to step in unless something grossly stupid needed straightening. In truth, I relished nights spent in my study, experimenting, meditating. Only occasional government functionslike the one earlier today, where wed commemorated the fiftieth year since the unification of the worlddrew me out.

Well, that and the attacks by Melhi.

The churning rain outside suddenly vanished, and the heavens grew bright. The Grand Aurora was still there, but it now hovered in a sky that was blue instead of stormy grey. Wed reached Alornia. I stood up from my desk, walking to the edge of the platform, and watched the near-endless streets of the city blur beneath us.

At least here, at the center of my power, I could stop the storms. Eventually, I thought to myself. Eventually Ill be able to do it without an Aurorastone affixed to themiddle of the city.

Alornia was a place of bulbous golden domes atop finger towers. The platform slowed in its preplanned course and swung down over the city, trailed by the hundred platforms carrying my honor guard. People waited below to watch us pass; my movements were matters of national record. And so, cheers roared beneath us, as if a stream to carry us along.

I smiled. Perhaps I should get out more. At my side, Shale rested his hand on his sword, watching those below with narrowed eyes.

Nobodys going to be able to hit me from all the way down there, I said, amused.

You never know, Kai.

The platform descended toward the palace, which sat on the hill at the center of the city, and docked at the side of my large tower, becoming a balcony again. I strode off and into my study as a group of servants in vests, loose pants, and bare chests trotted out onto the balcony and lifted my desk to carry it after us.

Shale stretched, clinking. That trip seems to get longer every time.