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Aurora Borealis

Part 2:
Altair-tan will show up in the next part.

QuoteIn 2008 at the Vintage Federation, a large farmhouse cooperative where various retired OS-tans live and work together, ZX Spectrum was in their library. She was sitting at a table, and had an open binder with some photographs and news clippings in front of her. She looked like a teenager, about 5 feet tall with long sandy blonde hair in pigtails decorated with multiple hair ties in both of them. Her hair ties were bright red, yellow, magenta, green and cyan. She was wearing a white blouse with an brown vest, a lilac tie, a black pleated skirt decorated with stripes modeled after the ZX Spectrum logo, and wore mismatched boots. The colors clashed, but this was normal for her.

Standing next to her was Windows 2.0, a younger-looking girl a little over 4 feet tall, with pale skin and short black hair that was long at the sides. She wore a long-sleeved blue dress with a white upturned collar, and white trim near the edge of the skirt, with lilac socks and black shoes. She had aqua blue eyes, and her hair was decorated with a white headband adorned with a "2.0" shape for the bow.

Windows 2.0 looked on while ZX Spectrum was arranging some news clippings and photos into the book. She was working on the genealogy book of the former Microsoft-IBM Family and their descendants. 

"Oh! That's of Xenix-sama!" Windows 2.0 exclaimed when she saw the photo ZX Spectrum had in her hand.
"This'll be a great addition to your genealogy book! Before finding this one, the only picture I've seen of Xenix was the one in 1.0's picture frame".
"Was it hard to find?"
"The current Windows Family didn't have any public records of her, so I had to rummage through other sources when I also found this!" ZX Spectrum held up a news clipping, and handed it to 2.0, who read it curiously.
"Huh? Who is this Altair-san? She met Xenix-sama, but she never mentioned Altair-san!" She handed the news clipping back to Spectrum and then turned away, feeling sad. "Why would she keep this secret?" She said with her voice trembling a bit.

Windows 1.0 was too far away to hear 2.0, but saw that she was saddened by something and walked over. 1.0 looked to be in her twenties with short green hair, green eyes, and was wearing a patchy outfit with a sleeveless orange top and a yellow skirt with orange dress shoes. She was holding a handkerchief, and offered it in case 2.0 was about to cry.

"I'm sorry that this report mentioning Xenix and Altair was such a shock to you, 2.0. I didn't know that Xenix never told you about her." Spectrum said.
"It's alright. I just needed a moment..."
"Was it unlike her to keep any secrets like this?"

2.0 took a few moments to think about it. "Hmm... Not entirely" she said.
"Were there other times she tried to keep secrets from you? Did she try to keep them from 1.0, PC-DOS, MS-DOS, and OS/2 as well?"
"I knew she could be ruthless. She never showed that side to us and was always nice to us. But it was an open secret to us that she could be ruthless to others."
"I remember something too!" 1.0 said. She sounded excited but then her tone changed to concern before re-enacting what she remembered overhearing from Xenix. "I overheard her yelling at staff members. 'You have to fold the laundry this way...', 'Nine o clock means nine o clock! Not a minute early!'"
2.0 added in "She didn't mean for us to hear this, but when she saw that we heard it, she would say that she wanted what was best for us".

ZX Spectrum was writing notes while 1.0 and 2.0 were talking. "I hope you don't mind I took some notes about this. I'd like to add them in to write a narrative about who she was, and how she shaped the history of your family. Genealogy isn't just about family trees".

"We're happy that you take interest in her. The whole computing world seemed to forget about her after she died" 2.0 said. ZX Spectrum remembered that one of the articles she picked up briefly mentioned Xenix's death. It was one of the only mentions and details were so sparse, as if the bare minimum was written to report it. "It is very sad that she's been forgotten" ZX Spectrum said.

"I'm sorry I don't have any more details I can give you about how Xenix-sama was" 2.0 said.
"That's okay, and what you gave is a good start! We will still find more information on Xenix, and whether the Altair she knew was the same Altair that inspired so many! We just have to search by other means and some good old-fashioned private eye work!" ZX Spectrum cheered up, and added "I know where to try next, and I'll go there tomorrow!"

Bella

Seeing Spectrum and Windows 1.0 and 2.0 interact is pretty sweet! Does Spectrum have an interest in genealogy in general or is she just helping the early Windows with studying their heritage?

Aurora Borealis

Thank you! ZX Spectrum-tan is interested in genealogy in general, which extends to her wanting to document it for each of the Vintage Federation members so their histories don't get forgotten. This may be a reference to the World of Spectrum and its thorough efforts to preserve documentation and software.

I have titles for parts 1 and 2 now:

Part 1: Meet the Record Keeper
Part 2: Meet the Re-discoverer of Forgotten Records

And now here's Part 3: The Legend has faded from popular memory, but still lives!

QuoteIn the outskirts of a town, Altair walked down a quiet street. She looked to be in her late teens and was about 4 and a half feet tall, and wore a long blue and gray dress with puffy sleeves. Her dress collar and lower sleeves were gray, the front was lined with red gems with white stitching below them, and she wore a wide metallic belt with rivets on it.

The sky was overcast with light rain, and the street seemed desolate when no one else could be seen outside. It was out of the way, but there were small businesses that have been there for years with enough customers to sustain them. She entered a small machine shop, and was slightly nervous. A bell jingled when she opened the door.

The shop interior was quite minimalist. There was just one ceiling light, positioned over the shop owner's workstation. It was lit just enough for the shop owner to do her work. On her desk, she had a toolbox, a cash register, phone, Swiss Army knife, radio, flashlight, and some schematics to a device she was building or repairing. The floor of her shop was a shiny dark bluish color. The walls were a matte light grey decorated with some red accents near the top, with a darker metallic gray trim running along the bottom quarter portion. Along near the top of the trim was a glowing neon blue stripe which illuminated the further reaches of the shop.

"Sorry. Uhh? Did I intrude?" Altair asked. "If your shop is closed, I'll come back when it's open!"
The shop owner walked out of the other room, the doorway illuminated mostly by the blue light lining the wall.

"Hello!" The shop owner greeted her, and waved. "It's open. I had to put a finished project storage for a customer who will pick it up tomorrow."
"Hi, could you please fix my calculator?" Altair asked.
"Sure!" The shop owner, MenuetOS, said as she walked to her desk and sat down. She was much taller than Altair, with a height in the upper 5 feet range, and had a slender build. She had a pale complexion with silver eyes, and long wavy red hair that was dark with a gradient that was lighter near the ends. Her fashion sense was futuristic but simple. She wore a metallic blue bodysuit under a simple sleeveless silver dress with a belt, and a couple of garters connected to it to hold up her skirt.

Altair-tan reached into her purse to pull out her calculator, and put it on MenuetOS's desk. It was a large old calculator from the 1970's with a paper roll on it. A few pieces were missing from it, which Altair put on the desk. "I assembled it recently, but my skills aren't as good as they used to be".

MenuetOS looked at it curiously. "I've never seen one of these for myself. I'll fix it, but do you have the schematics for it? That would help a lot."
"I do". Altair dug around a few seconds among the papers in her purse before finding the schematics.

MenuetOS and Altair shared some idle chatter while MenuetOS was studying the schematics.

"I haven't asked this before, but what's it like being part of the Confederation of Independent OS-tans?" Altair asked.
"It's usually not very different from being an unaffiliated wanderer. We live on our own like they do, but we have formal alliances and mutual defense pacts to assist fellow members in need".
"Oh, uhh... any chance I could join?"
"You've survived close to 30 years as a wanderer. Having good survival skills is one of our requirements."
Altair was cheered up by MenuetOS's words, but MenuetOS had some more to say.
"However, candidates must also demonstrate having enough combat skills to assist members in need, should any threat arise".
"I don't have those skills". Altair said as she looked away, discouraged.

MenuetOS had to take a few moments to think of what to say next. "Altair, joining the CIOST isn't completely out of the question. We interview candidates, and all of our members gather to cast our votes on whether to approve them."
"What chance do I have if I can't fight very well?"
"We often approve candidates who show a lot of potential. If you don't have the combat skills for it now, but we notice that you have a lot of potential for them, along with the skills that you have now, you could still be approved, and we can train you."
"Really? Were there any members who were approved that way?"
"I was."
"Oh, I wouldn't have guessed!" Altair responded, taken aback a moment.
"I almost had a hard time getting approved. It took two tries for me. As an OS still in my beta stages, the other members didn't know what to expect, or they thought I'd be too weak to be considered until I reach version 1.0, but they voted in my favor the second time."
"How did they do that? Was it because of your shop?
"I built this a little after I joined them. They were impressed by my skills with building lightweight but powerful weapons, and repairing equipment. If I did this for them, they agreed to help me train for combat, and pay for the startup costs of my shop."
"That's amazing!"
"Thank you! I can help you train in my spare time, but I'll need to see who else will be willing to help before you apply."

MenuetOS's phone rang. "Excuse me, Altair"
She looked at the caller ID and it was from VMS.
"Hello, VMS? Is this an emergency?" MenuetOS asked, with her voice shaking.

Altair was worried about the conversation she was overhearing. The call ended in a few minutes, with a rushed ending. MenuetOS immediately reached for her desk drawer to pull out her ray gun, and dashed towards the door. "I have to close the shop now to help one of my teammates!"

"Oh no!" Altair said when she ran out of the shop. MenuetOS quickly locked the door behind them and began running. "A malicious bootleg OS-tan stole some important technology from my teammate, and she needs help getting it back!" she explained while Altair was running beside her.
"Who's this teammate, if you don't mind me asking now?"
"IMSAI 8080"
Altair gasped and almost stopped in her tracks. MenuetOS stopped and turned for a split second. "You know her?" she asked.
"Yes, but I'll tell you when we meet up again!"
"Okay!" MenuetOS kept running. She ran toward a nearby garage where she kept her hovercraft that she built, and took to the skies to find IMSAI 8080's location.
MenuetOS's plan was to meet IMSAI 8080, who could give her a device that shows the location of the stolen devices, and the culprit. IMSAI 8080 was cautious to put tracking devices on every electronic device she made, and learned to make the trackers small enough to avoid being noticed.

Altair looked towards the sky and saw that MenuetOS was out of sight. She then turned away and ran to a nearby cafe she knew of where she could get a meal cheaply. Thoughts were racing through her head and didn't calm down when she was in the cafe.

"I didn't know that IMSAI 8080 was still alive! She could have practically been my clone, but I didn't like that at all. I made my debut almost a year before she did, but it didn't take long for her to become more popular and powerful, yet she seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth by 1981. And so did I. I'll be surprised if she knows I'm still alive. I wanted to ask MenuetOS if IMSAI 8080 knew if that I was still alive and how she felt about that. I'll ask her that next time we meet"

Altair-tan wants to join the CIOST, and asks her friend MenuetOS-tan if it's possible for her to join, and she recounts her own experiences on how she joined. Based off of how the CIOST operates, I interpret it as having its members vote or or against a candidate who wants to join them, based off of their independence from the largest and most powerful factions, their survival skills, their combat skills, and other skills that can assist the CIOST.

MenuetOS was an OS in its beta stage until it reached version 1.0 in 2015, but consistently had steady progress towards reaching it. At the time this story takes place, MenuetOS-tan is still a beta OS, but was approved for the CIOST because of the skills she already had with building machines and weapons, and her further potential as she progressed towards version 1.0. She was not one to give up.