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disobedient thoughts are such a serious infraction of our rules, our echelon strata and our entire way of life. Sarah need not know how Pate would be punished. She would only hurt for him when she shouldn't and pity him when none was warranted.
Pate had known full well what his disobedient thoughts would incur. Michael thought, saddened by the knowledge, he was one of them, and they all knew what such thoughts led to. Pate had accepted his punishment before it was given. He would face it and move forward or he would die.
Mikel told Pate to report to Serel, where he would accompany him later to administer his punishment. Samel stayed behind to escort Sarah back to the machine spaces after Mikel had finished speaking with her about the little cat they had found.
Mare now sat on the Brancher, and Sarah was alarmed when she saw her there, afraid that the Brancher would kill her, but Mikel quickly told her that the Brancher had allowed her to sit on him. The Brancher also told Mikel that he liked the way she scratched him with her small claws, “He said it felt invigorating,” Mikel chuckled.
Mare sat on the Brancher looking out of the large wide window into space. She looked as if she were hoping to see home again, like Sarah , Mikel thought.
Mikel was saddened. Once again, he had to say goodbye to his friend. He always hated doing that. He would keep Sarah with him, but she, like the little cat, would slowly die from the strangeness of the ship, from the separation from her own kind. She had to be taken home.
He turned to Sarah and told her that they were taking them home after they had harvested the shrimp they needed to replenish their food supply.
“She will leave with you Sarah and she will protect you. I have her promise that she will never leave your side.” “She can't even talk Mikel,” Sarah replied, smiling sadly. “How could she tell you that?” “You're just joking around, aren't you?” “She talked to me Sarah” Mikel said, astonished that Sarah would say that after what had just taken place in his living area.
Didn't she realize yet, that every living being speaks? That all life has a voice? “All animals can speak. You just have to learn how to listen.” Mikel said patiently. Sarah walked over to the viewing window where Mare sat contentedly on the Brancher, staring out. She carefully avoided standing too close to the Brancher. Wise decision, the Brancher thought to himself. Mare's eyes were wide and watchful as she stared out into the depths of space.
Author's Note - Mikel returns Sarah to her home on Earth. The remaining trip is uneventful, only the endless talk of The Harvest from the Grays and the unchanging scenery of the fiery stars and colorful planets as the patrol ship hurdles through space towards Earth. We'll leave Sarah here, safely back on Earth, at least for awhile.
Leslie
Leslie sat at her desk, her fingers restlessly drummed the keyboard of her old Hewlitt Packard laptop. A cigarette's smoke twirled in thin ribbons from the ashtray beside of it. “What was that dammed word? She thought irritably, picking the cigarette up and taking a long deep drag on it. She tapped her head absently with her fingertips but the word never materialized in her mind. She stubbed the cigarette out. The television, in the living room of her small house blared out a distracting mix of paid advertising commercials. It was the only thing on this late at night on the Network channels. Every five minutes of the program was interrupted by a plea from one of the animal rights organizations to help stop hunger, help stop abuse, and help stop the homelessness of animals. Leslie sighed deeply and closed her laptop gently. She couldn't concentrate on her writing tonight. She walked into the living room and turned the television off.
Those commercials always depressed her. The faces of those little animals stuck behind the bars of their cages was heart wrenching. Leslie gave donations to every animal
Pate had known full well what his disobedient thoughts would incur. Michael thought, saddened by the knowledge, he was one of them, and they all knew what such thoughts led to. Pate had accepted his punishment before it was given. He would face it and move forward or he would die.
Mikel told Pate to report to Serel, where he would accompany him later to administer his punishment. Samel stayed behind to escort Sarah back to the machine spaces after Mikel had finished speaking with her about the little cat they had found.
Mare now sat on the Brancher, and Sarah was alarmed when she saw her there, afraid that the Brancher would kill her, but Mikel quickly told her that the Brancher had allowed her to sit on him. The Brancher also told Mikel that he liked the way she scratched him with her small claws, “He said it felt invigorating,” Mikel chuckled.
Mare sat on the Brancher looking out of the large wide window into space. She looked as if she were hoping to see home again, like Sarah , Mikel thought.
Mikel was saddened. Once again, he had to say goodbye to his friend. He always hated doing that. He would keep Sarah with him, but she, like the little cat, would slowly die from the strangeness of the ship, from the separation from her own kind. She had to be taken home.
He turned to Sarah and told her that they were taking them home after they had harvested the shrimp they needed to replenish their food supply.
“She will leave with you Sarah and she will protect you. I have her promise that she will never leave your side.” “She can't even talk Mikel,” Sarah replied, smiling sadly. “How could she tell you that?” “You're just joking around, aren't you?” “She talked to me Sarah” Mikel said, astonished that Sarah would say that after what had just taken place in his living area.
Didn't she realize yet, that every living being speaks? That all life has a voice? “All animals can speak. You just have to learn how to listen.” Mikel said patiently. Sarah walked over to the viewing window where Mare sat contentedly on the Brancher, staring out. She carefully avoided standing too close to the Brancher. Wise decision, the Brancher thought to himself. Mare's eyes were wide and watchful as she stared out into the depths of space.
Author's Note - Mikel returns Sarah to her home on Earth. The remaining trip is uneventful, only the endless talk of The Harvest from the Grays and the unchanging scenery of the fiery stars and colorful planets as the patrol ship hurdles through space towards Earth. We'll leave Sarah here, safely back on Earth, at least for awhile.
Leslie
Leslie sat at her desk, her fingers restlessly drummed the keyboard of her old Hewlitt Packard laptop. A cigarette's smoke twirled in thin ribbons from the ashtray beside of it. “What was that dammed word? She thought irritably, picking the cigarette up and taking a long deep drag on it. She tapped her head absently with her fingertips but the word never materialized in her mind. She stubbed the cigarette out. The television, in the living room of her small house blared out a distracting mix of paid advertising commercials. It was the only thing on this late at night on the Network channels. Every five minutes of the program was interrupted by a plea from one of the animal rights organizations to help stop hunger, help stop abuse, and help stop the homelessness of animals. Leslie sighed deeply and closed her laptop gently. She couldn't concentrate on her writing tonight. She walked into the living room and turned the television off.
Those commercials always depressed her. The faces of those little animals stuck behind the bars of their cages was heart wrenching. Leslie gave donations to every animal
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