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mate before his three-hundredth year. But Father seemed to have other plans for me than the drudgery of construction and farming beyond the Rift. Just what could Father have planned?
" Flonn ,” Father summoned through the central node's communication network inside my brain.
Something must be wrong for Rom to contact me when the Prall brothers were entertaining the entire compound. “ Yes, Father ."
" Bring the female, quickly ."
Into the arena? If they thought I was going to risk the safety of my huv'ria , they were mistaken. I'd never endanger my soul.
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Cybernetics... “offers a vocabulary for talking, and hence thinking, about the dynamics of relations and behavior.” ~Larry Richards
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Chapter Four
Flonn handed me my leather pants and helped me plant my feet on the corridor's cool flagstone, holding my elbow so I could get my bearings and step into my pants’ legs.
"Take care, hu'vria , as you return to the living,” he said with a soft chuckle.
What a strange !Dakos word he called me that obviously meant something wonderful the way it rolled off his tongue. And Flonn really was gentle. Why did M'yote despise the !Dakos so much? Well, aside from what they did to Prall so long ago. Wasn't it time to bring an end to the bitterness? To open a line of communication?
That's why I'm here .
Marshals created peace between worlds.
An eerie sense of understanding shimmied through my belly.
Intuition never let me down.
Flonn's warm firm fingers lifted my chin so he could gaze into my eyes. “Are you well, hu'vria ? I sense you're ill. Do you feel nausea or lightheadedness?"
My gut twisted with even more awareness.
Intuition often proved a curse in my line of business when I started sympathizing with the enemy. But not with becoming a monster. Could something be happening to me, physically? Something Flonn instigated. “Symptoms mating with you could have caused?"
"Sometimes the nanites cause females to take ill.” He didn't flinch away a second in reacting.
Nanites? Little robots. I yanked on a boot. “What do you mean nanites?"
"My body's healing system. Now, your body's healing system."
Oh. No. Beyond holy shit. I don't want to be a cyborg. “What did you do to me, Flonn?"
"I claimed you. Marked you as mine. You carry my unique signature. My nanites."
"How?” I choked back dammit .
"In my semen.” He watched me yank on my other boot then waved toward the doorway where they'd dragged off my confidant and tour guide. “They are waiting on us."
He ushered me down a few winding empty and spotlessly-clean corridors fashioned with the same pale peach flagstone and stone masonry.
A noise rose in the distance, growing with each of our footsteps until the din thundered so loudly my gut told me not to follow Flonn through the door blocking our passage. He placed a broad hand on the door and heaved it wide into bitter sunlight.
The deafening noise knocked me backward.
But ended as if it had witnessed or felt remorse for causing my faltering step.
My gut twisted. And twisted.
Hell. This was Hell. Gotta remember, big hunky sex demon and all. This was still Hell.
"It's alright, Theone. I won't let anything happen to you,” Flonn reassured me.
Like what could happen? I shot the tall soldier cyborg a speculative glance. Yes. Jarhead.
He placed his palm at my lower back and nudged me into the warm sunlight.
Right into something akin to a stadium ringed with a sea of bare-chested massive !Dakos warriors. How many? One could only guess the number but a few thousand. And if they didn't have mates? They would be looking for them. Me.
Something massive rammed into my throat. Something oddly reminiscent of big !Dakos cock. Earth was so screwed. Well, the women were.
Flonn's hand ushered me along a series of steps leading down into the circular arena below. A place where two males faced each other. Waiting. One more like Flonn. The
" Flonn ,” Father summoned through the central node's communication network inside my brain.
Something must be wrong for Rom to contact me when the Prall brothers were entertaining the entire compound. “ Yes, Father ."
" Bring the female, quickly ."
Into the arena? If they thought I was going to risk the safety of my huv'ria , they were mistaken. I'd never endanger my soul.
* * * *
[Back to Table of Contents]
Cybernetics... “offers a vocabulary for talking, and hence thinking, about the dynamics of relations and behavior.” ~Larry Richards
* * * *
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter Four
Flonn handed me my leather pants and helped me plant my feet on the corridor's cool flagstone, holding my elbow so I could get my bearings and step into my pants’ legs.
"Take care, hu'vria , as you return to the living,” he said with a soft chuckle.
What a strange !Dakos word he called me that obviously meant something wonderful the way it rolled off his tongue. And Flonn really was gentle. Why did M'yote despise the !Dakos so much? Well, aside from what they did to Prall so long ago. Wasn't it time to bring an end to the bitterness? To open a line of communication?
That's why I'm here .
Marshals created peace between worlds.
An eerie sense of understanding shimmied through my belly.
Intuition never let me down.
Flonn's warm firm fingers lifted my chin so he could gaze into my eyes. “Are you well, hu'vria ? I sense you're ill. Do you feel nausea or lightheadedness?"
My gut twisted with even more awareness.
Intuition often proved a curse in my line of business when I started sympathizing with the enemy. But not with becoming a monster. Could something be happening to me, physically? Something Flonn instigated. “Symptoms mating with you could have caused?"
"Sometimes the nanites cause females to take ill.” He didn't flinch away a second in reacting.
Nanites? Little robots. I yanked on a boot. “What do you mean nanites?"
"My body's healing system. Now, your body's healing system."
Oh. No. Beyond holy shit. I don't want to be a cyborg. “What did you do to me, Flonn?"
"I claimed you. Marked you as mine. You carry my unique signature. My nanites."
"How?” I choked back dammit .
"In my semen.” He watched me yank on my other boot then waved toward the doorway where they'd dragged off my confidant and tour guide. “They are waiting on us."
He ushered me down a few winding empty and spotlessly-clean corridors fashioned with the same pale peach flagstone and stone masonry.
A noise rose in the distance, growing with each of our footsteps until the din thundered so loudly my gut told me not to follow Flonn through the door blocking our passage. He placed a broad hand on the door and heaved it wide into bitter sunlight.
The deafening noise knocked me backward.
But ended as if it had witnessed or felt remorse for causing my faltering step.
My gut twisted. And twisted.
Hell. This was Hell. Gotta remember, big hunky sex demon and all. This was still Hell.
"It's alright, Theone. I won't let anything happen to you,” Flonn reassured me.
Like what could happen? I shot the tall soldier cyborg a speculative glance. Yes. Jarhead.
He placed his palm at my lower back and nudged me into the warm sunlight.
Right into something akin to a stadium ringed with a sea of bare-chested massive !Dakos warriors. How many? One could only guess the number but a few thousand. And if they didn't have mates? They would be looking for them. Me.
Something massive rammed into my throat. Something oddly reminiscent of big !Dakos cock. Earth was so screwed. Well, the women were.
Flonn's hand ushered me along a series of steps leading down into the circular arena below. A place where two males faced each other. Waiting. One more like Flonn. The
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