Organic Robotics E-Book

Suzann Dodd

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This is the Fourth Part of 'The Right Thing".  eDaptkchoy, the only ZerShaz to be a member of the Terran Space Fleet if found guilty of treason, without any just cause.  He is sent to a prison called Miunow,  where he is subject to torture, and turned into an Organic Robot.  

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

Organic Robotics

Sequel to Steps to War

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter One

INTERCEPTED JOURNEYJILL CHIN SEE

This was the worst garbage scow I'd ever travelled on. Small, cramped, dirty; my 'room' a tiny closet, with no sani. The sani and shower were in a hallway. 

I had chosen the female only section, which didn't prevent solicitation, but I felt a bit safer than in the hetero area.

The ship had a few 'decks' where one could lie on a lounge and look at nothing. Credithorders had saved the expense of a 'room' by residing on the deck. The smell was abominable.

There was, for diversions, a holocentre, a library, a bar, and a games room.

Between lying in the coffin bed, trying to bathe undisturbed, and eating the nutri-squares, there was nothing to occupy my mind, save memories.

When I think of eDapktchoy on Galteri (and no doubt during his years of mil service), I have to cry. And cry again for the filthy trick fate has played.

If instead of taking him to Galteri they'd carried him to Shalimar and had my mother raise him, how different it would be!

If I had been assigned to the Courage, perhaps we'd not face tragedy.

Unable to contemplate eDapktchoy, I turned to thoughts of Reggie, recalling myself as a child when an iTay would approach saying uReglimi summoned.

I used to hide, just to be summoned, just to prove that despite his soldiers, my mother, the baby, I was still important to him.

I'd run to him, my Reggie, and he would scoop me in his arms and hold me, and I would kiss him. And he would kiss me.

He learned to kiss, to comb my hair, to braid it. I doubt my own perceptions in light of recent events, but my memory is of a man so nurturing, so gentle-- I never encountered any man so unquestionably male, yet as sensitive and as gentle as my mother, save Reggie. Reggie, a ZeSha.

He often called me to gift an item he had made and I would treasure it. In my room at home were all tenor of items he made for me. Nothing of my biological father, save a chrono.

I viewed my father as a step parent who destroyed my happytime. For it was happy.

The invasion of Shalimar by the ZCF was for me, the most wonderful time of my life. A time without problem, for everything was always solved with serenity.

ZeSha never worried. And we, we didn't worry either. Not until the ZCF left. Then we worried.

We cried and wondered and though I didn't understand much, I knew unhappiness was here now Reggie was gone.

My mother warned me and Steffie not to speak about Reggie to the people who came to our house. They hated the 'Zerks', and I did too, not realizing that Reggie was a 'Zerk.'

A Zerk.

I again thought of eDapktchoy, 'Daktoy', as Sharon called him.

Daktoy.

Meeting him for the first time, a man I'd only imagined, tending Sharon Feinstein, a woman I could not conceive, I felt a new understanding of the ZerShaz people.

Seeing, after these years, the man I called Reggie, now a powerful Duke, called eKhain, made it almost a children's story. But it wasn't my story.  I wasn't the one going to live happily ever after. I was the one who was going to stand by and watch events.

I'd gone from the Firestone, to the uMerickya, to the ezRomiyan to the John Glenn, to Galteri; an object, an appendage, meaningless in myself.

In a world of the unique, of the significant, I was only an interchangeable cog.

The unique, 'Daktoy'. Such power, such nobility, incapable of saying please, not because of inward contempt, but because of external rejection.

Oh, why couldn't I have met him before Sharon?  Why couldn't I have been the first person to show him compassion?

He loved Sharon, sure. But wasn't it obvious, why?  Sharon was the initial person to show him kindness. And he took that kindness, exalted it, gave her his soul.

It could have been me.

Leaving Galteri, on route to my home world, I could not erase the picture of eDapktchoy, a young boy, a baby, being given rats to eat, locked in a room. Being stun shot regularly.

eDapktchoy could not have been six years old when he was taken from Zechia. At the equivalent of Six years old, children do not live with their mothers.

Yes, he must have appeared twice that age, for they mature differently than we.

For the first six years or so, their development approximates twice ours. A ZerShaziemn alive six years appears twelve.  Then, aging slows. In the ten years of emtalfi they gain abour four years maturity, so do appear sixteen when they have been alive sixteen years.

They then enter the military and after approximately three years, their promotion to oTay is all one can use to indicate that this boy is somewhere between nineteen and twenty two while that one, who is iTay, is between sixteen and nineteen, or the other, iRain, meaning six years of military service, between twentytwo and twentyfive, as beyond the length of their hair, they appear the same age.

It is when they are alive approximately twenty eight they attain sexual maturity. This is preceded by a slight aging so they no longer appear eighteen but in their early twenties.