My Little Mermaid Chapter 4

In another world, a newer time, and better storyline, Ariel would have saved the dinglehopper. Shined it, cared for it, and put on display, just left to the thingamabobs and below the galore of whatsits.

She tossed it to the side, instead, and torpedoed deeper into the sunken ship. That voice and those eyes of the strange, smoky blue figure. He felt… Familiar, like she had heard of him before. And like all things land, she swam down to the largest collection of whose-its to skim through layers of thin tablets to find him, before the delicate etchings faded away.

As she flowed and swayed, to and frow, to the waters current, she hummed its tune, to make numb the pain in her chest. Last time she had been down here, flounder almost lost his tail…

And daddy had to listen to a dozen schools of fish complain about how much of a bad influence the youngest princess was on their many children.

Ariel, of course, still protested and blamed it on the shark, to which Flounder had joined in to agree and protest as well.

In the day’s current, though, she swam alone. There was no reason to danger another creature with her wildest passions. And, Flounder had been… Well, to put it bluntly, Flounder was growing up. And growing tired of the olden days of Chase and Explore, like her young guppy games were merely that. Games. And Flounder had his future to think of, of course.

Well, Ariel had hers to. And when they discovered her plans, well…

She swayed this way and that, gliding over the leather-bound wonders as she pretended to read each foreign symbol etched into their bindings. And as she swayed, she hummed, then parted her lips and let out a soft melody that traveled through the waters around her:

“I need another story,
Something to get off my chest.
My life is kind of boring,
Need somewhere that I’m not oppressed.

My sisters made their bed
They won’t listen to see past, instead
The mask they think I don’t wear.
Thought you saw me blink, so,
I can hardly breath, so

Tell me what you want to hear,
Your voice has been so unclear,
So sick of being insecure,
I just wanna let go and fly away.

This time, I pray that you’re not a lie,
Don’t care if I cross the line,
I’m gonna let go and fly away.

But, if only my family knew,
What would they say?
So sick of all the insincere
Why won’t they just let me go and fly away?

I’ve tried, hidden messages in lullabies
Won’t let my feelings stand by
Why won’t they just let me go and fly away?

They won’t miss me if I’m not here,
They won’t come no matter how much I let them in,
They can’t see that I’m so insecure
Why can’t they just let me go and fly away?

These ties, broken so easily when family dies,
Won’t care about me either way,
If they just let me go, I would fly away.”*

Her fingers paused against one of the bindings, and she knocked the fragile tablets to the side and picked up the largest one on the bottom, as easily as a leaf of seaweed. Spiraling to the top of the boat, Ariel opened it up to the fading pages and let the book fall to the shipwreck floor as she followed it down. It made no sound as it touched the sand below and she settled down in front of it, her tail swaying back while she studied the strange language, like a young girl swings her feet back and forth as she is reading a good book.

Slowly, she turned each page, caught between amazement and wonder and the beautiful creature and how those humans understood a single character that was written on these thin, clothlike pressings. Her heart picked up when she turned a page, and caught sight of the blue male figure, the one she had spoken with up on shore.

Her eyes darted to below the portrait, and her fingers ran back and forth along the foreign languages, recognizing the repeat of many characters, but not quite able to understand them. But the pictures of the man, Ariel could understand those. Pictures were like ballads of shapes and figures. His especially were a whirlpool of color, striking every mental nerve with a sharp pluck. He was like a song, was the only way she could describe it, a song she learned to sing and scream and bellow, but could not for her own life, form the words to.

Red locks floated and hovered for a moment, as her head dipped down and she brushed her lips against the blue figure’s with a chaste passion. She giggled at her own silliness, then sighed as she stared at the portrait, longing to kiss it again.

“A-Ariel!” Her head jerked up with sudden fear and shame, and she quickly closed the book.

“Flounder?” she called out, looking all around. He would not understand her at all. But, her heart beat fast with excitement. Perhaps, he had changed his mind? Yes! Perhaps now, he would try, really try to understand her feelings.

“Flounder! I’m down here!” Pressing the large leather-bound tablet to her chest, she lifted herself up off the ocean floor, and circled around to scan the broken openings in the ships hole. Where was he?

“Ariel!” there was his voice again! Above her? No, it had been fading.

“Flounder, wait!” She giggled again, and swam through the hatch to the top deck. “I was down looking at pictures again. I found what I was looking for!” Her tail turned in twirls again, expecting to see the yellow sea creature floating just behind her, but there was no glimpse of his blue stripes, nor his tiny fin. “Flounder, I told you I was going to the shipwreck.” She called out, swimming further on to where she believed she had heard his voice.

“Ariel!” She heard his voice again, this time around one of the coral reef’s tunnels.

Her best friend, she had to catch him! They would play one last game of Chase, before she told him her plans. Ariel needed Flounder to support her on this. She could not do it alone. “My, Flounder, you’ve gotten rather fast!”

Slowing down to the entrance of the tunnel, her gills pulled in fresh saltwater, then she torpedoed forward, and around the bend. “Ahah- Flounder?” She paused again. He was not… there.

“Ariel!” Again, his voice called out, and she swam after it. This part of the reef did not look familiar to her. Perhaps he had found a new hideout for them? Yes, one last game of Explore before she moved on.

“You can hide, Flounder, but you can’t swim very fast!” She laughed again, chasing after his voice as she held the book to her chest. Yes, she would catch him, then show him what she had found! Just like they used to do!

Around more corners, and through deeper tunnels, she followed his voice again and again as he called out to her, never quite able to catch a glimpse of him. He must have been at the end, and had planned this, for his voice traveled very well through the tunnels. Obviously, that must have been the case, because there was no way Flounder was that fast.

Suddenly, Ariel turned around a corner and reached a dead end. But, there was no Flounder. Above her, though, the water stopped, and opened up into an air pocket. Her and Flounder had come across a few of these before, but he had never willing gone through one.

“Oh, Flounder, you can’t hide, either!” She chimed out, then broke through the surface with alarming speed, and halted quickly before she dolphined through the air. The cavern was brightly light, the burning, flickering heats that she had seen so many countless times on land, rested on either side, before the short shore. Her hand reached out to it in longing.

That burning, flickering heat, she had longed to lace her fingers through and grasp, not matter how badly it scorched her flesh. But, then… “Flounder…?”

“Oh, is that what you call the Cheesy Filet?” Her heart caught in her throat, and she held the binding to her chest protectively, though she knew it was meaningless compared to whom that voice belonged to. He stepped out from the shadows and into the glowing light, the wispy smoke following behind him as he reached the water’s edge.

She moved back instinctively, and every bone in her tail urged her to run. But… “Where is Flounder?”

“Not here,” he grinned, “I used his voice to lure you here.”

Shame swept her features as she had so stupidly followed his lure, and had kissed his portrait so carelessly. “W-why…?”

“Don’t you think it’s time we talked,” his hand raised up and she felt the waters shift behind her. Spinning around, she watched the entrance she had swam through close up with thick fog, the kind of fog that was warned could swallow a mermaid whole, if they got too close. She moved back away from the smoke, then turned to face him, now at his feet, on the shores edge. “Without interruptions this time, Ariel,” he added with a smile.

XXX

“Talking”

“Singing”

Song*: Secrets by OneRepublic

Featured Image: I do not own the rights to this image. Unfortunately, I cannot find the original source, either.

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Tibby’s Important Life – part 4

(The autobiography of a young, self-centered Torbe, struggling through space to be the best doctor in the universe, as told through journal entries. Based on the rpg, “Stars Without Number”.)

November 26th, 3225,

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Sacrificial Protestant Christian Monk (Courtesy of Pinterest)

With the last 50,000 credits, I finally escaped the slum planet of Belate, only to dive right into the heart of death. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as the Terran saying goes, I suppose. Trudging through the black market (which is practically “the” market on Belate), I was able to find the grittiest smuggler around to sneak me onto the next ship that touched down.

I should have wired him the money when I was finally safe. We got just on the other side of the landing bay when he demanded his payment and bolted back over the wall. I also should have asked for information on the ship I was boarding, because if I had known that I was sneaking into a minor cruizer that belonged to the Sacrificial Protestant Christians, I would have spent the rest of my credits on a whole medical crew. A brave one of course.

You see, the Sacrificial Protestant Christians are a religious sect that, I was soon to learn, conquer and sacrifice entire planets to replenish their soldiers, empty zombie like corpses animated by cyberware known as revenant wiring, which allows the nearly dead or once living to attack and accomplish tasks given by a central AI.

Yes. Through a narrow vent, I snaked my way through their vast and complex cooling system, which I assume kept the specimens from decomposing prematurely, into the lower holding cells where the Not-yet-converted resided, until they were lifeless enough for the Ministers to perform the conversion process.

A process, by the way, which melds the cybernetic revenant wiring with the organic material by accelerated fission. A sight more beautiful than a binary star dance through a meteor shower.

After witnessing this event, I decided that I must experience and perform this process myself. After much observation, however, I did discover that the Ministers were able to perform this process by using their own psionic powers. A power I did not possess, nor would I want to. This mind was far too great to chance on losing from a terminal aneurysm or another “Scream”.

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Tibby (I do not own this)

However, this did raise my interest in psionics. If I ever met one willing enough, I would at the very least love to hook up some wires to their head and watch the monitors light

up from their brain activity. At the most, slice up their brain into one inch samples to place and preserve in slides, so that I could study them for years to come. (Now, that is something this mind is worth trading for.)

Hiding behind the dead, and given the fact that I was lucky enough that I already smelled like the dead, a scent that never truly left me once I started carving up bodies, I avoided their senses long enough for them to travel through spike drive to the next planet. Then I stole a few specimens I had not yet studied, along with some reverent wiring, and hightailed it out of there.

I did lose a few inches on my tail, as well as the reverent wiring, on the way out the landing bay doors. At least my tail would grow back.

Now, I remain hunkered down under a mortuary, hiding for my life, until the Sacrificial Protestant Christians give up in their search for me, and of course, the total domination of the planet.

My Little Mermaid Chapter 3

Upon stepping bare toes onto the hot, dry sand, the dark form quietly crept out onto the shore. The slow, few weeks that his minions watched the sea creature from a distance were antagonizing, to say the least.

Want finally overcame him, and the god escaped from his duties, just for one afternoon. Inching closer toward the sea, he spotted the creature, resting on a rock just before the horizon. Allowing all doubt to leave his mind, Hades walked closer. A small smile began to creep on his features as the girl simply stared, into the sky, and unaware.

Dreams of flying probably danced within her mind, entertaining her wants. However, she had to learn to walk first…

“Would you like to hold it?” He asked, repeating what he said to her the first time they met.

Jumping, the mermaid quickly dived in the water, concealing herself.

Hades chuckled and knelt down to place his hand below the water’s edge. “Don’t go.” He said smoothly. “I would like to meet you, if you’d let me.”

Slowly, red locks emerged from the depths, and two blue orbs stuck out of the water.

Another smile graced his features. “Hello, Arial. Is your name Arial? I’d like to talk to you, if that’s alright.”

Pulling her head a little more out of the water, she stared at him. “State your business.”

A slight chuckle, and the man said, “Business?”

“W-what do you want?”

Another chuckle and the man sat down upon the sand. “I want to teach you of the world on land, of the wonders beyond the sand, and the ocean in the sky.” He looked upward, to get Arial to glance at the sun again, mesmerized.

“Do you want to hold it?”

“I want to smother it, dip it into the sea and play with it.

I want I want to- cling to, need to.

Leave me with a feel of desire,

All I’ve want to,

All I’ve failed to.

In it is a hope of promise,

To lift me from my broken bondage.

If for just one day,

I reach out to all my failures,

And take a destiny with new strangers.”*

The beautiful vibrations of her talent rung through his ears like angels in the sky. Most pure, oh benevolent child, take my hand and into my arms, and reach for that which you most desire.

“What a beautiful voice.” He spoke, another smile growing. The creature sunk beneath the waves once more. Hades chuckled and, reaching farther into the water, tried to let her test his essence from her fishlike senses. “Come now, let me teach you of the world you most desire. Can you come here?”

Swimming closer, she listened to him speak.

“I saw you a while ago, on the very depths of the edge of the horizon. Your dreams are ambitious.”

“I saw you, too, on that shore.” She pointed toward at the land. “I thought I’d seen a ghost…”

The man laughed. “Did you, really?”

“Maybe… perhaps something more real…”

“Well, I assure you, I am as real as they come.”

“Who are they?”

Hades laughed again. “Why, gods, my dear. Do you not recognize me?”

“No.” Turning her head to the side, he felt her uneasiness.

“Well, I suppose, all the better.” Standing, he took a step into the ocean, scanning her every move. “I am fascinated by you, by your every move, and by your voice. You are… how would they put it… a creature with the fascination of the unattainable.”

“Unattainable? How so?”

“You need to be free, to walk this earth, and scour every corner. Learn to live, to experience that which you cannot. You do want to walk, do you not?”

“I… How did you know?”

Then, Hades sneered. “Come closer, my child.”

The creature moved closer. “Y-yes?” Although she was afraid, Hades could see her curiosity.

His arm fully submerged, the god held out his other hand. “Come with me, child, leave your home and come with me, and I will teach you to walk.”

The girl dared to move closer. “Will you?” She was scared, and unsure. “Will you really?”

“Beautiful siren of the deep,” he bowed, “You’re wish is my command.” The mermaid moved back.

“W-What do I have to do?”

“My dear. You need only to enjoy yourself.” He looked up at her and smiled.

“How… How will you do it?” She asked, pushing forward toward him, and turned her head to the side so her red hair dipped into the sea water.

Dark blue and black smoke circled around the girl, and she lifted from the water, her fin forming into legs for a moment as she was spun around. “I can do many things, Ariel.” The delight within the creature’s eyes lit up to amazement, and she spun herself around as she floated within the sky.

“Yes!” She cried, glancing down at her legs. “Yes. Please, yes!”

“Sea, meet land.

This is my dream, my plan.

Bring me delight,

I will only accept the truest kind.

So, now I may decide,

Which path I will follow along,

Though, I do know it’s true,

I cannot fully trust you.”**

Her words faded into a soft rhyme, like the tide beating against the shore, and she looked down. “I could never fully trust you…” she repeated.

The smoke faded, and her fish-like form sunk beneath the waves once more. “Please understand…” she whispered.

Hades smile faded slightly, and he pulled his hand out completely. “You deny yourself your greatest desire? I must ask why.”

She turned her back to him, and looked up at the sun once more. “People were not meant to be given their greatest desire. We cannot all have what we want.”

“You will never be happy.” He spoke in a grave tone.

“People say I’m just going through a phase, that I will grow out of it when I mature.” She looked down at the water and lifted her hands up.

The god stood and took a step into the water. “Take it from someone who knows, you never grow out of your phase.”

She looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

Hades smiled once more. “I have a habit of giving desires,” My sweet little siren, “And I can see how happy I could make you, by giving you yours.”

The brilliant blue orbs of the sea creature swirled from his hand, up to his eyes like a soft current. “Again, I ask. What it is that you desire?”

XXX

“Talking”

“Singing”

Hades thoughts

First song*: The tune (and part of dialogue) is from “Chase the Morning” in the movie Repo! The Genetic Opera.

Second song**: I believe I made up this toon, so whatever you think of in your head works, as long as it actually sounds good. XD

Featured Image: I do not own the rights to this image. Unfortunately, I cannot find the original source, either.

Tibby’s Important Life – part 3

(The autobiography of a young, self-centered Torbe, struggling through space to be the best doctor in the universe, as told through journal entries. Based on the rpg, “Stars Without Number”.)

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(My icon for Tibby in my rpg group. I don’t own this.)

September 13th, 3225,

I have spent the last three months applying as a physician among this low tech, perpetulant place of a planet, Belate, dragging from city to city in what they consider “high class” carriers, and staying in “five star” residencies, within the “upper class” part of town. I swear by the all holy prophet Tiberius himself, if I spend another moment in this forsaken Badland under belly, I will begin to lose I.Q. points.

I took a job as an “assistant” to a local physician, and he gave me a crude knife to to amputate an arm infested with Gangreblu! A knife, for Crohn’s sake! (What? Just because I don’t believe Dr. Tiberius was a prophet, doesn’t mean I cannot use his name in vain, if I choose to.) I can guarantee that patient would have preferred to be swallowed whole by the parasite counterpart to the Terran’s infamous “Gangrenous necrosis”, than suffer through the pain and agony that would ensue from the infections a crude knife would have given him, and eventually die of Gangreblu anyway!

Then, that foctling doctor fired me when I incinerated it! Oh, the science of the matter! I swear, I will get off this forsaken planet if it is the last breath this Torbe breathes.

Vampire’s Assistant

There was blood on the walls in the bathroom. There was always blood on the walls in the bathroom. I should have known he would be here, feeding again. It was one of those days. I had felt it this morning, leaving the house without a grunt of protest from him.

The blood was smeared across the tiles in a raged mess.

The smeared mess glistened from the dim, florescent light.

I walked over to the sink to wash my hands, feeling the sick nausea sweeping over my body once again. Scrubbing them clean from the grime that was about to dirty them, I listened and waited as the last stall door creaked.

Drenched shoes stepped along the pale floor.

I could see him in the mirror as his body came into view. The grin in his eyes was red.

“Sophia.” Chilling, icy, he pressed his black soul to my back each and every moment he locked eyes with me.

“You made it just in time.”

I spoke no words in response. I just washed my hands, scrubbing them.

I knew what he was going to say. I always knew exactly what he was going to say. And he always spoke the exact same frosted rhythm when he did so.

In his reflection, dark, soaked clothing sloshed silently from his slight movements.

“Get me my clothes,” he demanded, softly, but his eyes looked down and the tall man pulled slightly at his cuff-links.

The duffel bag slid from my shoulders and fell to the floor when I dried my hands. Kneeling, I unzipped the sports bag that held items belonging to no sport in particular, and pulled from the large case, a set of neatly folded, top of the line name brand threads.

Ripping the clothes from my palms, he changed. The dirty ones dropped to the water tracks on the tiled floor.

Picking them up, they were folded neatly and placed back into the open duffel, non-sports bag.

He stepped closer, looking down upon my form. “Sophia.” I knew what came next.

At least, I thought I did. This time, this one time, he paused. Placing a hand to my cheek, he tilted my chin up. “You don’t look good,” Gabe almost sounded concerned.

On command, I stood. He pressed his mouth against mine so I could taste the blood of his victims. I did not like the blood. I did not want the blood.

He had saved it just for me. I swallowed the blood and turned my head away, to wipe was left from my lips with the sleep of my coat.

When he pulled away, he ordered me once more, “Clean this mess up.”

There was no nod, nor verbal acknowledgement that I understood him, as I knelt back down in front of the duffel and removed rolls of towels, disinfectant and trash bags to do as he had asked.

When I rose to my feet again, he was gone. Either back to the manor, or to continue his pursuit of the older female students, I never knew which.

I made my way to the back of the stalls, eventually, counting the seconds I was in the bathroom while I scrubbed the blood away. More than fifteen minutes, and the teacher would send another student in to make sure I was not skipping. That I had learned from experience.

The was no body at the end of the blood trail. There never was. Gabe never uttered a word of his victims, and I never asked.

I would see one or two roaming the hall a few days later, dazed and oblivious to where they received the bite marks that hid under the small bandages they wore. I never knew them before the feeding and I would never forget them after the mess. I was sure Gabe planned his attacks around strangers in the school, so as to not distract me from my studies.

It was not like I really had any friends for him to target to begin with.

The soaked towels went into the trash bag, the trash bag into my duffel, and my duffel over my shoulders as I went back to the sink to scrub my hands again. I had to be careful, blood had a tendency to stain.

Then, I left the bathroom to head back to class, before my fifteen minutes were up.

My Little Mermaid Chapter 2

Her tail flicked its way to and fro. The movement slithered slowly up passed her form where it stopped at her waist. Tingling in her spine, it arched her back and she flung her head up breaking to the surface where blood red locks slowly lifted up into the sky, only to fall back down to the skin once more, where beads of water dripped from the strands of filament.

A smile embraced her lips as she smelled the fresh, salted air. The yellow glowing orb beat down on her elegance with no mercy. She moved herself closer to its warmth, reaching up to touch the burning sphere.

“Would you like to hold it?” A deep voice spoke.

From beside her was where the voice came from, and she only stole a glance once at the strange person, before quickly sinking to the depths of the ocean, frightened.

***

“Ariel! Well, aren’t you going to tell me where you went!? We missed you at practice today!” The small yellow creature asked, slightly upset.

The girl let out at a sweet giggle. “Oh, Flounder, it was so wonderful. The air, the warmth! Oh, I could have wished to stay there forever!” She gloated, shouting happily.

“Ariel!” He yelled at her, quickly covering her mouth. “If the King heard you, you could get into big trouble.”

She just smiled and pushed his fins away. “Then I guess I won’t tell you.” She teased, swimming away.

“Wait, Ariel!” The little fish swam vigorously after her.

Reaching the sea creature, he slowed his pace and swam close enough not to loose her. “You promised you would take me whenever you went exploring.”

“Well, you had music practice. That’s not my fault.” She giggled again.

“That’s not fair! You have music practice, too, you know!”

The girl swam farther on, entering her own room. “Oh, Flounder, you should have been there!” She twirled around once she was inside, bursting with joy.

“You still haven’t told me where you went.” Flounder pouted.

Oh, what would I give to stay way up there? What would I take? What would I bargain?” She circled around the center of the room.

Out of this shell.” She smashed her tail against the wall of the cavern.

“Ariel!” Flounder gasped.

And up in the world. Why can’t I be there, what makes me stay here?” The girl sang, pressing her fists to her chest.

“What are you talking about, Ariel?” Founder whispered.

Oh, I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but soon I will be there and soon I will stay there! Feeling the wind, and dance in the sand. Oh what a life, I could die there.”

The small fish attempted to approach the expressional child.

She turned to look at him, and a sadness fell into her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know why, but seeing you makes me want to cry!” She pushed herself up in the water. “My ties to this world are so bound in chains.” She whispered softly, allowing herself to sink down again. “But, some day they may wither away, and I will leave, forever and ever.”

“But, Ariel…” The fish protested.

She looked at him. “Now, don’t make me stay, please, Flounder dear. You know I won’t hear about it.”

She swam around the little creature. “My mind is made up, and I won’t change it! Don’t you dare drop a tear now, please!”

Flounder turned and watched as she moved, her back to the door. Her eyes sank to the ground. “I just can’t see it…”

“Ariel.” A booming voice came from behind her. The girl turned around and screamed with joy. “Oh, Daddy!” She flung her arms around him and gave him a big hug.

The old merman felt amazed at her actions.

Allowing herself to float away, she smiled. “I had this great idea for a show that Sebastian could put on, I just couldn’t go to practice. I couldn’t think! And I swam all around Atlantis just thinking and trying to figure out how it would all go, and this song just kept pressing its way into my head, and I-”

“Ariel.” The King said caringly.

“Yes, daddy?” She asked, innocently.

“I understand.” He nodded.

“Oh, you do!” she flung her hands around him again.

The man chuckled deeply. “Why don’t you and Flounder go tell Sebastian now? I am sure he is dying for an explanation of your absence for this time.” He suggested.

“Oh, what a great idea!” She chimed. “Let’s go, Flounder.” Ariel swam passed her dad and existed her room, the guppy following behind her.

“Oh, and Ariel.” Her father called to her.

She stopped and quickly turned around. “Yes, daddy?”

“I would love to hear that song you were practicing at our next concert.” He said.

She nodded. “Of course!” Turning around, she waved to her dad and swam away.

“Ariel…” Flounder began.

“Whats up?” she asked, not looking at him.

“You didn’t really mean anything in that song, did you?” He asked.

The little mermaid stopped and looked at him. “Oh Flounder.” She giggled and shook her head. “Its just a song, silly.”

XXX

“Talking”

“Singing”

Song – Part of your world

Tibby’s Important Life – part 2

(The autobiography of a young, self-centered Torbe, struggling through space to be the best doctor in the universe, as told through journal entries. Based on the rpg, “Stars Without Number”.)

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(My icon for Tibby in my rpg group. I don’t own this.)

May 31st, 3225,

Though my travels have taken me to many sectors, I still only have a small amount of twenty-three different species studied, nineteen of them being unintelligent creatures, and fourteen of those were animals. My first travels led me aboard Crow-Ian Sphtew, a carrier fleet, where I worked “pro-bono”, as they say, for the first six months, in order to keep a constant flow of specimens. It was easier to set up as a doctor and have them come to you, then to go out looking for consensual lifeforms.

A decision I greatly regret to this day. After two transplants, and five amputee-cybernetic enhancements, all of which I had to pay for myself, I was beginning to receive complaints of my work. Apparently, most humans prefer frail body parts, to steel, mechanically engineered ones. The mercenaries never complained, though, it was usually just the tech crew.

After traveling with the Crow-Ian Sphtew for about three months, their Captain, Du-gon, sent me down to the planet of Belate to gather some more medicals supplies. And of course, he ordered the pilot to leave as quickly as he had landed, once I was on the ground. A disappointing endeavor, as I am down to my last hundred grand of credits.

Belate is where I lay my new bed, and my pen, for the evening. Tomorrow marks a new day, and new days bring new chances to change the understanding of science as we know it today.

Look out, tomorrow. Tonight, you sleep so soundlessly, but at the dawning of the birth, you will be at the mercy of my operating table.

(What, have I now become a poet in the absence of specimens to study?)