The small computer inside the screen changed the view to a jungle setting. The massive purple plants that soared twenty feet into the air prevented Michael from mistaking this jungle for one he’d ever seen before.
He sighed. Being on another planet was taking some getting used to.
“ADAM?”
“Yes, Michael?” the AI replied through the overhead speakers. ADAM, who was far more evolved now than he had been when he’d begun his existence as a human-programmed AI over a hundred and sixty years ago on Earth, waited patiently for Michael’s response.
“I am going to need a technical support resource. Which would be better, organic or artificial?”
“Should I ask Tabitha if she would like to resume her old position?” ADAM asked.
Michael gave the speakers an annoyed glance.
“Nice try.” He thought for a moment. “However, in one way that isn’t a bad solution. Would you please ask Tabitha to contact me for a discussion about my resource needs?”
“I am fully capable of advising you, Michael.”
“Not sure about that, ADAM.” Michael allowed a small grin to play at the corners of his lips. ADAM might have an IQ number larger than the diameter of a small planet, but he hadn’t been playing with egos that ranged from peanut- to elephant-sized for over a thousand years. “Please ask Tabitha to—”
“Tabitha has asked you give her half an hour to finish her present project and shower.”
“Very good, and thank you,” Michael replied. He was watching a snake-like creature moving through the jungle foliage near the ground.
“Screen?” he called.
“Yes?”
“Is this a recording or a virtual video?”
“Neither,” the screen replied. “This is real-time footage of the Y’ehntel Jungle on the South Continent.”
“Can you zoom in?”
“Affirmative. Area?”
“How are they designated?” Michael asked. He now wished he had allowed the two aliens who had set up the screen to give him instructions.
Six lines appeared, three horizontal and three vertical, splitting the screen into nine areas. “Zoom is by designation such as R1C3 R2C2 R3C1.”
Each time the screen named a location, the appropriate area was highlighted and zoomed to take up the whole screen. “Use command ‘normal’ to return to zero zoom factor.”
Michael walked out from behind his desk to stand five feet in front of the screen. His office was large; easily thirty by forty feet.
God only knew why Bethany Anne had placed him in an office the size of a small house. For now he occupied a small portion with a small sitting area, his desk, and the screen.
“What if I wish to track something on the screen?” he asked.
“Specify cell and use the command ‘track’ or touch the screen when you speak the command ‘track.’”
Michael touched the snake creature. “Track.”
The creature replaced the middle of the screen. “Zoom creature.”
“Factor?”
“Two.”
Unsurprisingly, the snake became twice as large. What did surprise him was that the view shifted and he was now viewing the snake from the air.
“What’s happening?”
“Request requires use of the AV long-distance data acquisition device to maintain zoom factor.”
“Couldn’t it just zoom farther?” Michael wondered aloud.
“Command modification required: ‘maintain position and adjust amplification.’”
Damn, Michael thought. Next time read the fucking manual.
However, now he knew the little spy devices could track. He watched the snake for a time. It slithered like an Earth snake but also had eight appendages which it used like a lizard’s feet. They curled up alongside the body anytime it went through water, but it used them to travel on land.
There was a knock on his door and he tasted the thoughts of the person on the other side for a fraction of a second. “Come in, Tabitha.” He kept his concentration on the screen.
This was better than watching those old shows on the Discovery Channel, because here he had no idea what to expect. He heard Tabitha’s soft footsteps as she joined him.
“Watching the world?” she asked. “I hear there are some wild things out there.”
He pointed to the screen. “I’m watching this snake with eight arms, or legs,” Michael explained as he scratched his chin. “I’ve seen it strike at a couple somethings that… HOLY SHIT!”
Both Michael and Tabitha jumped back from the screen when a reptilian foot so large it filled the monitor slammed down.
“Turn on the sound,” Tabitha commanded and bedlam erupted from the speakers. Trees were being destroyed, and something was bellowing.
“Follow that!” Michael commanded.
The foot lifted off the ground, and where it had been they could barely see Michael’s pet snake crushed against an overturned rock.
“Screen, follow the large creature,” Tabitha commanded. The view changed as the remote unit went higher, then something sent it careening into a tree.
The screen blanked.
“Changing to secondary random surface scene,” the screen announced.
“What the hell was that?” Tabitha asked, and looked at Michael. He had his thumb and forefinger on his chin and his eyes were still on the screen, but his mind elsewhere.
Tabitha started shaking her head when she connected the dots. “Oh, hell no, Michael! Bethany Anne isn’t going to want you to hunt a fucking dinosaur on this planet.”
Michael turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow, but otherwise his face remained expressionless. “I didn’t know you could turn on the sound.”
3
High Tortuga, Hidden Space Fleet Base, Prime Building
Bethany Anne, red eyes blazing, glared across the room at her betrothed and enunciated her words very clearly.
And very slowly, and at a significant volume.
“I. AM. NOT. A. BABY. POD!” she damn-near screamed.
Her hands were on her waist, legs braced apart as she stood in the large living room of her personal quarters. The furniture was mostly shades of gray.
She would have preferred white, but that was too hard to keep clean even with the synthetics she had access to. Plus, she expected to have a messy child who would challenge her ability to keep anything clean for longer than it took to walk out of the room and come back.
If she had ever figured out how to make her eyes shoot lasers, Michael might have been using his enhanced speed to dodge beams of death at that very moment.
Michael raised an eyebrow. She was almost two hundred years old and very emotional. He was over fifteen hundred years old (albeit he’d spent many of those sleeping) and completely unimpressed.
“You are going to be a mother; ergo you are a baby incubator…unless you would like our son—”
“Daughter!”
“Whatever.” Michael waved a hand. “Our child to be placed in the Pod-crib ADAM and TOM offered to monitor for you.”
Bethany Anne’s breathing was tense and her nostrils flared in and out as the logic of Michael’s argument sank into her mind.
He’s an ASS!
>>I think he just wants you to think through the potential consequences of you going into any fights where the child could be harmed.<<
I’m a damned superwoman! she mentally hissed. How the hell is something going to go wrong with me?
TOM, her resident alien entity who was connected to and integrated around her spine, sent, Well, technically he is right. It isn’t like I understand everything that is presently going on in your body. Your emotions are heightened right now, which is sending new chemicals through your system. I’m having trouble understanding which ones are safe to mess with, so I’m leaving all of them alone.
Bethany Anne thought about that for a moment. Oh, God!
She put a hand out to Michael and covered her mouth with the other. He pointe
d to her right and she took off, jumping over the couches (both of them) that were between her and the bathroom so she could rid herself of her stomach’s contents.
Did you do this to stop my argument with Michael? she fumed at TOM.
No. I just got done telling you I don’t know what the chemicals do or why they are present. As John Grimes would say, “Shit happens.”
ARRGH! Bethany Anne sent as she heaved. I hate you both.
—
When Bethany Anne came out of the washroom ten minutes later her voice a bit more sedate. “Thank you. The, uh,” she waved to her stomach, “situation caught me unexpectedly. Your directions helped.”
Michael just nodded, keeping quiet.
“I don’t like being told what I can’t do,” she continued. “And I’m a little annoyed that this is altering my life. I’m not used to being confined.”
“I am aware of that.” Michael nodded again. “However, just because you don’t like hearing something doesn’t mean it doesn’t need to be said.” He walked over to her and opened his arms. She eyed him before leaning into his embrace.
Her voice was muffled when she spoke a moment later. “This dushn’t mean I’m going dow’en eashily on this.”
Michael, his chin resting on Bethany Anne’s head as he held her, kept his face blank; no smile to be seen. One couldn’t know if there were cameras active for other reasons, which she’d check at the most inopportune time to see if he had been smirking
Like now.
“Bethany Anne, I know we have the technology here to safely grow the baby...of whatever sex...outside your body.”
She punched him gently. “I’m not going to tell our child I was too self-centered to give her the best location possible to grow into a glowing young lady.”
I’m sure he will be happy to hear you were voting for the opposite sex and was therefore very disappointed when our little boy popped out… Well, shit. Thankfully Michael had been smart enough to keep his comment to himself—especially since he realized how hypocritical it sounded even to himself.
Perhaps at fifteen hundred years old or thereabouts, he was finally maturing just a bit. He sighed as Bethany Anne grumbled something under her breath.
Why had he agreed to marry someone so much younger?
Oh yeah…she was the only one with the ovaries to push back at him when he was being a full-fledged in-your-face-unforgiving-kill-everyone-fucktard.
He smiled (not smirked). That might be the personality aspect which had attracted him the most to her. Unfortunately, it was also the one that was going to make the better portion of the next year a living hell.
He sighed. “Bethany Anne?”
“Hmmph?”
“I have a suggestion. Your choice to take it or not.”
“Mmmhmm?”
Since she tensed when she made the sound, he could tell that she was ready, willing and able to punch him again. No man will have gone down in history as having to deal with more pain to support the birth of his child, he thought. “I understand you have deployed spy drones throughout the major and several minor cities.”
“Surveillance drones,” she mumbled. “Spy ith very negative.”
“Mmmhmmm,” he agreed. “Surveillance drones. Where is the main center for data acquisition and correction enforcement located?”
Bethany Anne leaned back and peered into Michael’s eyes, her mouth twisting slightly as she thought about it. “There isn’t a main center. We have ADAM route all requests to the person on duty in our security center here. Just this morning we had an issue in Thon with some hoodlums trying to intimidate a young Noel-ni who didn’t want to join their gang.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t heard this story yet. “And what did you do about it?”
“Well, we killed them,” she answered blankly. “There was audio and video proof of several crimes, two of which were enough to justify the death penalty. And that isn’t including the fact that they were going to damage Baba Yaga’s orb, and were trying to grow their gang.”
“Right.” Michael took a deep breath and let it out. “I suppose the video is—”
“On the public net related to all law enforcement. The bodies have been removed. They had no family besides their gang, so we sent the new leaders the proper status update on their former members and informed them of the statistical probability of their own demises should they continue as a gang.” She thought about it for a moment and continued, “We also provided them with information on potential jobs and supplied chits to give them access to the subterranean trams that travel to the jobs’ locations.”
“How would they know they have jobs waiting for them?”
“The instructions pointed them to the new data resource locations. We are calling them ‘libraries’ because they are the closest equivalent to what we had on Earth. They can take the necessary skills and non-medical tests there. After that they will be directed to where they can get a free checkup, and then they will be given options for appropriate jobs.”
“What if we have no proper jobs for them?” Michael asked. “And how did this get implemented?”
ADAM answered that one. “Michael, we have been working on these projects for over two years. Much of this was implemented, or at least the buildings and initial infrastructure were created, while Bethany Anne was still Empress of the Etheric Empire. We have three major infrastructure projects going that require a significant amount of muscle, so we can use those who are strong but not very intelligent. We have jobs available for just about everyone.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed. “Are these challenging jobs?”
Bethany Anne snorted. “Hardly.” She stepped back, then went over to a couch and sat down. “If they want challenging and/or enjoyable jobs they will need to use their off-time to learn new skills. Training is available at all major infrastructure sites. Security is rather tight, and harassment is not allowed.”
“So.” Michael followed Bethany Anne, but he sat down on the couch that faced her. The two gray couches had a white carpet with two-inch pile and a sleek-looking coffee table between them. “Chain gangs?”
“No.” Bethany Anne shook her head. “Remember, these are jobs for those who can do nothing else. Is it make-work?” She flipped a hand from side to side. “Sort of. We actually do need the infrastructure, but the muscle isn’t required until Stage Three—which is somewhere between ten and twenty years out. We could use EI-controlled machinery and do it quicker, but this way it provides a job with benefits if they’re willing to put in the effort. I don’t care if they get pissed off, learn a trade, and get the hell out of the sweat job. That’s the point. I’m not allowing free-loading here. Do something. Anything!” She tossed her hands up. “I can’t believe that so many of those stupid sayings we had on Earth are so appropriate.”
“Which are those?” Michael asked.
“How about ‘Idle hands are the devil’s workshop?’” she offered. “I’m not sure which mother said that, but it’s true.”
“It came from the Bible. I can’t remember if it was Proverbs or Philippians,” Michael supplied.
“Not a mother?” Bethany Anne’s eyes narrowed. “Seriously?”
Michael nodded. “Seriously.”
“Sounds like something a mother would say,” she finished, but let it go. “Either way, I don’t want them to have nothing to do. There are no options. If they tell us they need to stay and help a family member, we can confirm that.”
He thought for a moment, then asked, “This is part of your MPPS project?”
She nodded.
He had nothing to add at the moment. No wisdom gleaned from over a thousand years of living, and no suggestions either. He shrugged and dropped the subject. “So, what do you think about creating a nice central area, designed like the pit back on Earth? Bottom level with a table and one wall of screens, but four or five levels of work desks around an oval or circle. We can pipe all the security reports in. You’d have a single place to
work out the kinks with the security implementation, and to organize and authorize further efforts. At some point, you know, we’ll need to leave and go out there into the deep dark to look for the Kurtherians. You will need a good team back here, and for that to run efficiently you need to train them. Record everything you do to video. Permit discussions about your efforts and modify the laws as needed.”
Bethany Anne’s eyes were staring at him but she wasn’t seeing him. Her mind was probably split into multiple threads. Two were likely carrying on conversations with ADAM and TOM, and others were acquiring and analyzing data regarding their ongoing efforts.
Michael pulled out his tablet and hit the button to resume watching random nature feeds from around the planet.
He wanted to find another dinosaur. While Bethany Anne was thinking through his suggestion, he would do something just as important—at least to him.
He would hunt the body that went with the foot he had seen earlier. He didn’t want to tap more resources, and he didn’t trust Tabitha not to ask about his viewing habits.
That young woman would turn on a dime and rat him out to Bethany Anne. Besides, getting away with the very tiny plan that was hatching in his mind was going to be icing on the cake.
Although if he failed there might be hell to pay.
High Tortuga, Hidden Space Fleet Base, Queen’s Personal Quarters
“ADAM.” Bethany Anne sat back on her couch and lifted her feet onto the coffee table. She sure hoped Michael didn’t come in and see her like this.
She would freely admit she didn’t like it when he did the same thing, but in the symphony of her silence she enjoyed the position despite the term hypocrite running through her mind.
She was complicated. He would just have to deal with it, but it would go down so much better if he didn’t show up or she could pull her legs down in time.
She sighed. She was going to need to get an ottoman in here for him. She looked around and grimaced.
It would ruin her feng shui, dammit—which was the reason she had been reticent in the first place.
Men. Such a pain in the ass when it came to fucking up the furniture.
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