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The following is a work of fiction set in a very far future. Nothing in it should be taken too seriously…

Monday, October 22, 2012

A little smile of triumph


Dr. Elena, the Captain and Désiré watched them go. After a moment, Elena turned to Désiré and said, "May I have the honor?" Désiré nodded and extended his hand. 

Before she rose, the Doctor glanced at the Captain. "If you don't mind, that is."

"Oh, no," the Captain replied cheerfully. "Just remember to bring him back. I've got him until the morning."

"I promise," the Doctor said. "All the parts will be in working order upon return." And she led him onto the floor.

They moved smoothly with the music, taking quick glances now and then at the young Knight and her charge. They were doing passably well at dancing.

"Your new boy will be a triumph," Désiré said, pleasantly. 

"I think so, yes," the Doctor replied, a little pride creeping into her voice. "He is remarkable."

"Does he know he was murdered?"

"Yes, but so far I'm trying to draw his attention away from that. There is no sense in distressing him unduly."

The younger couple swept past them. The Knight was staring at Bobbi, her eyes huge and eager. Bobbi was too shy to look back.

"By the way," the Doctor said to Désiré, "your choice was excellent. Arlanda is perfect for his first time."

"I'm pleased, yes," the boy agreed. "They're a good match. She has just enough experience that she won't be totally unfamiliar with sex, yet not so much experience that they won't take joy in exploring one another's bodies."

The Doctor laughed. "And how would you know how much experience, if any, Arlanda has?"

Désiré gave her a sly smile.

"Ah," the Doctor said. "You are a scamp, my dear."

"Which," replied the boy, "is one of the reasons you brought me back to life."

"True enough." Then she changed the subject. "Say, speaking of which, next Tuesday, I was thinking we might go to the beach. There's a hotel in the Caribbean that's seems quite nice."

"Whatever you like," replied Désiré, a little smile of triumph on his perfect lips. "Whatever is your desire."

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

And dancing...

"Let's order," the Captain said, merrily. Robots appeared with menus and passed them about. Bobbi found himself confronting several food items, many of which he had never heard of before. What was "Mycoprotein?" And how did you eat "caseus?"

Désiré saw his distress and leaped to use it. "I believe our young friend may be unfamiliar with a few items on the menu. Perhaps we should be of assistance." He glanced at the Knight. "In fact, I think the Sirana should be of service here. Why don't you, um, order for him."

Arlanda looked almost panicked. But, she seemed to steel herself, and did her best to smile at Bobbi. "Uh, when you were alive the first time, what were some of your favorite foods?"

Bobbi's mind raced. "Hot dogs, hamburgers, creamed tuna on crackers, beans and rice, Szechuan cooking…"

"What is a Szechuan?"

"It was a place in China. The cuisine was very spicy."

"Ah, excellent. You may like the Goldoi."

He nodded, submissively, and allowed the Knight to order for him when the robot waiters reappeared. Then, robot musicians began to play. At that, some of the couples moved onto the floor and began to dance. The music was slow and the dancer's movements were gentle.

By God! He was stunned to realize that what they were doing was actually familiar. They Dominas and their Bishoni held each other in light embraces while they moved the feet in a faintly rectangular pattern. Amazing. Even after all these long centuries, women and boys courted one another with music and what was recognizably the box step and the waltz. 

"Superb," said Désiré. "Let us have a bit of dancing while we're waiting." He nodded at Arlanda. "I believe you and Bobbi should give it a try."

Arlanda appeared absolutely stricken. "I don't know how…."

Absolutely Stricken

Désiré laughed. "Bobbi will show you."

Bobbi stood unsteadily. He was terrified. But, he did know how to dance. All those years ago, he'd taken class after class in ballroom dancing in the desperate hope that it would make him popular. He'd failed in that purpose, but he knew how to waltz.

Arlanda moved to him. "Be gentle with me," she said, half smiling but also a little serious. She put her strong arms around him and they joined the other couples on the floor.


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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

They're dead

"Let's seat ourselves," Désiré interjected smoothly.

A robot appeared silently and held the chair for Bobbi. He sat, a little gingerly. He wasn't used to having someone seat him. He had a brief flash of mortifying memory, being a boy in school and having pranksters and bullies pull chairs away just before he sat down. He'd plummet to the floor and the class would burst into laughter, no matter how much pain he might be in. Sometimes the teacher joined them.

"They're dead," Dr. Elena told him, so softly that no one else could hear.

"Who? What?"

"Whoever you're thinking about. Whoever caused you pain. They've been dead for five hundred years."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Only to me. I've practice in reading expressions. And, right then, your eyes were full of pain."

Saturday, October 6, 2012



Désiré led him to a table in the corner. At it already were Dr. Elena and two other Dominas, sitting tensely and watching them approach. "Good evening, everyone," Désiré said, in his melodious voice. "Let me perform introductions."

The two unfamiliar women stood quickly. "This is Bobbi," Désiré said to them, smiling, and watching their eyes as they stared at the boy. "You know he's just awakened after the long nap." 

Bobbi found himself blushing and looking shyly at his own feet. Instinctively, though, he remembered to curtsy. 

"Look up, dear," Désiré whispered to him. Then, in a louder voice, "You know Dr. Elena already. But these two —" he smiled—"are new to you. This," he indicated the enormous woman on the left, "is Captain Morgana. She's a very dear friend of mine. So—" a mischievous look crossed his face—"hands off."

The Captain

The tall woman, the Captain, laughed and leaned over to extend a hand to Bobbi. "We're not that exclusive."

"That," Désiré replied, still smiling, "is not what you said last night."

"Um, yes," the Captain stammered out, and this time it was her turn to blush.

Bobbi found himself giving his hand to the giantess. He felt his fingers enfolded within her enormous grip. It was an odd feeling, yet comfortable. She let him go.

"And this," Désiré went on, indicating the one on the right, "is Sirana Arlanda." 

Sirana? Bobbi remembered. The title meant she was a Knight of the Republic. She wasn't quite as tall as the Captain, but still she was very tall. He was tiny compared to her. She was beautiful, of course, with the hard-edged beauty of someone who is used to being in charge.

He risked a glance at her face…and got a shock. Her features were chiseled and majestic, like those of a heroic Greek goddess. 

But her eyes!

She was gazing at him with longing, shyness, and even a vast vulnerability. What on Earth was going on? 

"I…I am so glad to meet you," she said, clearly off-balance. "I …that is…you are very beautiful."

The Captain laughed heartily. "Now that's a novel way to begin a conversation! How are you? How do you do? You're beautiful." 

The Knight gave her a steely glance. "Well, he is."

"No argument from me on that."