Reorganising the Galaxy -IV E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The story begins on Zechia, a ZerShaz planet which was decimated three decades ago. It is just being resettled by ZerShaz, humans removed from Xenos and now, those Earth thought worth saving so placed on an 'Ark'.   The story continues when one of those 'Arkists' is demanded by the iSaz of Beta Mar and transported across the galaxy.    

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

Reorganising the Galaxy -IV

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Coming to Notice

COMING TO NOTICE

PALLA STAVOZECHIA

I had been teaching my housemates and the ini how to make pottery. One of the many physical actions I performed.My days were fulfilling; translation; I was not writing.

My Muse and I play a game in which I let her wander while I fill myself with experiences I will share with her some other time.

The pattern of my life; I wake before dawn, a quick use of the sani, opening the stone to air the room, onning my com to catch the first rags of solar, stacking my 'bedding', moving the platform from barring the door, to a point mid room, (exercise) and reaching the front room just before the ini arrived.

I liked 'impressing' them. It was not a false performance. I am disciplined and adaptable. My housemates could mumble about time and weather, food and exhaustion, hot or cold, proving they had not come to terms with 'now'.

In the early morning, the female Zees, called ' ini' arrived with food and whatever might be needed, whether more furs as blankets or more clothing. As they distributed I'd begin cooking. They'd watch me and became rather clever at getting various condiments I used to make the gruel taste other than warm grated plastiboard.

I'd boil a form of coffee that I had created out of various nuts, which they seemed to relish. We would witness the dawn, then eat. The ini took their meals with me, and tried to create a conversation made up of points, grunts, scattered words in Shaz and English.

I would go out as my housemates arrived. It was often cold and damp, but the vest, with its hood was welcome protection, though my arms would be frosted with the rain.Yet, I would walk, in this empty early day, to the farthest end of our 'road', which now had another house we had built, turn and, back to my abode.

More than a few humen men suggested sexual interplays but I was not interested. If I had seen Chike I might have relented, but apparently he had not as yet been woken.

My housemates were being chaste for they appreciated there were others on the Ark they had not yet met, who would join us, so they could be choosy, although I did suspect a few liaisons were being made.

After my morning stroll I would go to my room, use the sani, have my first encounter with the com; simply to change the time, by adding four hours, then logging off, before joining the front room.

With ten hours of day light, a rough apportion would be; two hours to farm, interacting with those of other houses, a meal, a bit of personal time, construction of a house for about two hours, another meal, encounter arrivants from the Ark, which I avoided by my pottery until the final meal, the last light.

This pattern had begun at arrival, my pottery had been added four days later.

I kept time by my com, it was as close to accurate as I could get. Using it for a chrono was my entire relationship with my com, my dearest companion, the keeper of my soul.

My detractors claim I wrote a monody; the same story over and again. This might be true, but the details, the environment were so researched, so perfect they 'sold' the product.

I gained details by living.

Not writing for a week, month, three months was not unknown to Palla Stavo. One needed to live, to analyse then to write.  I was living, not writing. However, the key feature is how I knew that precisely thirteen days had passed when Jill approached.

She came hesitant, portentous; "Palla, the iSaz has requested you."

I didn't stop what I was doing, her words, the concept, drifted as a cloud.

"You have to go now." She insisted.

"Go?" I echo.

Jill began a litany of political interplays among the Zerks. I caught the designation 'Third Sector' where this 'Saz' situated; that meant travelling.

I entered the house, Jill following. I washed my hands, began to pack my case, as she dispensed loops of data I heard but didn't classify.

On a previous day Sara had mentioned the Odin Path, and as it bubbled into my conscious mind I thought, 'yes!' 

I turned to Jill, my sudden cease of movement shocking her to silence. Now that I had her attention; "Jill, if this individual is as important as the President of the United Planets, I can't appear before him in worn garments. He might take it as disrespect. I need to gain clothing from the Odin."

Of course she agreed, and with my 'Stavo' over my shoulder,I went with her to the flyer, belted in, a Zerk fem took us up and into the glorious Odin.  Jill led to the Mall. I grabbed everything of style or value in my size, from a figurine to a nicely to shoes and boots, moving quick as a snatch thief.

I hurried store to store, replenishing crucial cosmetics, a few boxes of a tasty and nutritious snack. And a nice big 'Stavo' to carry it all. As this grab and shove process didn't very long, Jill could not have her nose out of joint. 

All I could consider is Third Sector/Beta Mar. Beta Mar was a human world.

I didn't know if I were to be gone a day, week, month, year. I didn't know if I would return, be killed or imprisoned.I accepted what was happening to me with the toleration one does when ordering a wine, but unfortunately receiving another, as that the best they stock.

I gave Jill a wave as I followed the female Zerk to a flyer, slid in, and she took us to a Zerk ship.

From the distance it seemed a dead bird, the wings broken, the neck snapped, the legs torn off. Nearing, it presented as a rusted hulk. The orange lights were not inviting, however, I was here, going there.