On Shalimar - V E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

On the planet of Shalimar the Engredi Animal Preserve is used as the Capitol by the invading ZerShaz who control all planet in the galaxy having conquered the humans.   The relationship between various humans, especially between the King and a human woman named Sharon is the focus.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

On Shalimar - V

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Psi-Time

PSI-TIME

TONY JOHNSON

Engrevi Wildlife ReserveMagrit ProvinceShalimar11th SectoriSazi uReglimi 

I walked to uPaychel's erssavi, gravity obstreperous but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being on a world. I enjoyed being me. I hummed a tune loving everything about the moment.

What I could see was beyond beautiful. There were Everest high mountains swooping around the horizon to my right, white peaks over dimmed purple blue, an artist's eye, but they were real.

Ahead, a wonderful green blanket on which the ships, sleeping pterodactyls, were arranged. Behind me, the vast greenness of the Engredi Preserve. I think green is my favourite colour. I love being on world. Especially this world, this most beautiful part of a beautiful world called Shalimar.

I ascended the ramp leading into the erssavi, stopped at the apex to get another eyeball of the Preserve.

On the other side of the river, the ranch house where Debbie Chin See lived, further left a barn, to my right, the endless hectares of the Engrevi Preserve, blocked by high tropical trees, but in the distance, soft rises of hills, bumps of stones and green.

I'd read somewhere how this Zoological Sanctuary was built. I knew even the river was handmade, yet, done so naturally, it became real; if that makes sense.

ZeSha were behind me putting off hurry up vibes, so I turned, and was led into the erssavi, down a corridor to the Unit.

It was a mull.

The Reanimation and Repair Medical Unit had been taken from a Terran Space Fleet ship. The whole unit, including the office and lounge, had been extracted and inserted.

The peach coloured walls blurred to pale yellow towards the top, the bright lumis, warnings and instructions; a completely human environment abruptly appearing within an entirely alien shell.

With the door shut, with everything around me being Terran my thoughts flipped to 'then', when the TSF ruled. Marching round would be tall, beautiful spacers with cold eyes, disdainful mouths and superior attitudes.

Jill was the average spacer. She didn't walk but flowed, with chin up, eyes aimed above the head of any before her. Her hair, a precise lacquered black, her complexion refo perfect, her voice modulated to computer emulation. She and her breed had lived in their hermetically sealed immaculate world, the crown of creation. Other saps were mudballers beneath contempt.

Until we lost the war.

The key error in human cosmology is thinking the Zerks were inferior. Scope a Zee and think; 'Neanderthal.'  Big head, broad body garbed in the skins of dead animals, speaking a language of barks, grunts and throat clearings, with enunciated but unspoken first syllables which makes their faces contort, and you think they're stupid and savage and ugly and wiping them out is no more than getting rid of a rat's nest.

We slapped away their culture with pre-fab labels and never wanted to dig, match, sort, just skim.

It would have gotten the ethnographer boxed if s/he'd investigated the 'seeding' theory; i.e. they were us, but taken and evolved according to the A-B-C of ZerShaz.  Had anyone, us or them, taken a DNA sample and ran it back to see when the split happened?

I'd bet my degrees they were taken from Earth about fifty thousand years ago, tops. The light, the gravity, the environment and their closed gene pool got them to this mutation.

Just as we, who remained on Earth went through our own mutations.

No human had ever visited ZerShaz so it's speculation, but what is known is that it's a cloudy world with more oxygen, less nitrogen. I'd wager the gravity higher so that even breathing was exercise which would explain their physiques.

Their eyes could be a reaction to a darker world, their large heads, well, Neanderthals did have larger heads.  But humans were not able to admit the Zees were us and judged the contents of their characters by the way the gift was wrapped.

Oh well. Too late for that philosophical discourse. And no one cares anyway. Zees won, human's lost, and I'm in this ship to study a brain scan.

I on the machine.

Sharon had a minor healed head injury, nothing to cause her to forget the thought she had before impact, much less her entire past. Done on her sleeping brain, I'd need one on her while she spoke. To prove she was psi-probed I'd need to see impulses flashing in her brain when she was asked who she was or where she went to school. That'd give irrefutable proof. The electrical patterns of a psi-probe are unmistakable.

The interesting footnote was whether it was done deliberately or accidentally. Whether her amnesia was organic or artificial and if the memories could be retrieved.

And if I could do it.