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Subject: Journal Entry 186 / 0916 [ Travellogue, Day 4 ]
Date: 24 Apr 1996 14:21:05 GMT
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Noren, Urim 15, 0916
Nickolai's sleep later that night was not quiet. He tossed and
turned as the drama unfurled in his mind.
He was standing in the dance hall of the starship, only now it
was empty. The floor was littered with confetti and shimmering
streams of plastic; empty glasses stood on the tables. The lights
overhead shown down on the floor, but they didn't really focus on
anything the way dance lights were supposed to.
"Still here?" he heard from behind him. The voice was
masculine. He turned to find Matseh, the annoying kid he and Furry
had defeated at MechForce yesterday, standing behind him. "What's
wrong?" the kid jeered. "Lose your leash?"
"No," Nickolai found himself answering inexplicably, "She's
right there." He pointed in the direction of the stage.
He was mildly surprised to find Jofuran standing on the stage,
staring dreamingly into the distance. She was unmoving; she wasn't
even blinking. "Well," the kid said, "She's waitin' for ya. Have
ya nailed her yet?"
"Have I what?" Nickolai asked.
"Have ya fucked her? Or are you really her pet, jumpin'
through her hoops?"
Nickolai's anger rose. "It's none of your business."
"So ya haven't nailed her, have ya? Why not? Did she make you
her pet, like I said she would?"
"Shut up," Nickolai said, angrily.
"Come on, pet, look at her. Pet. Her pet. Pet pet pet
petpetpet. I bet you'd do anything for her. Pendorian's pet."
"Listen-"
"No, you hear, pet. Look at her. Look at what she is. She's
a sex toy, pet, but she's made you her toy. Look at them all.
Sex, all of it. Go on, take it. It's what she's there for."
Nickolai found his anger becoming misplaced; he knew it was
wrong, but he felt angry at Furry. He couldn't say why. "That's
it," the kid said under the hot dance lights. "Go on, take it, be
a man, not the pet of a thing made by a man. It's yours, you got
it."
"I..." Nickolai started to say. Anger washed over his dream
self, anger at Furry but he still had no reason for it.
"Go on, pet. Make yourself a man. Prove it. Take the toy.
That's what she is, a toy. Make her your toy. She's just gonna
make you her pet then throw you away. Do it to her, do it first.
Go on!" The kid was sneering at him.
Nickolai turned to face the kid, then back to Jofuran. She
hadn't moved; she was still just standing there, staring off into
the distance, frozen. He moved a step in her direction.
"That's it. Learn to take what's yours. You're human.
Everything humans make belongs to them. You deserve her, doncha?
Take her... Take her!"
Nickolai took another step, and another. He was going to do
it, to prove to this kid that he was a man, that he was human
The hatred and anger washed through him again, focused,
directed, and he reached out to grab Jofuran's arm-
Nickolai awoke with a start, panting in... Anger? Fear?
Shame? All these feelings, and others, washed through him as he
sat up slowly, fearful that his mother in the next room might
enter. Had he screamed in his sleep? He was silent for a moment,
but there was no sound or motion from his mother's suite.
He lay down again, noting as he did so that the sheets were wet
and sticky. Had he...? No, it was just sweat.
What had he been thinking? It was just a dream, he told
himself again and again, just a dream. Just a crazy dream, nothing
to it. He had been ready to rape her!
He gritted his teeth until he was sure the sound could be heard
in the next room. He turned fitfully on his side, adjusting the
room temperature down a degree with the control by the side of the
bed. He thought about the dream. It had all been so real. He had
wanted to hurt her, to throw her down and take her... the way she
deserved? No, that wasn't right.
He pounded the pillow in frustration. He didn't understand it
at all. He tried to return to sleep, and that wouldn't come
either; as he drifted off, the memory of the dream would return to
him.
The sleep period passed very slowly, and he rose early in the
hope of avoiding his mother.
In the rearward lounge, where Furry and he had talked last
night, he sat and thought, and eventually fell asleep.
- - -
"Kolya?" he heard. "Nickolai?"
"Hu---wha?" he said, his eyes opening.
"Are you okay? Have you been sleeping here all night?" The
voice and the face were Jofuran's.
"Wha?"
"Are you okay, Kolya? You don't look so good."
"I didn't get much sleep," he replied.
"I can see. How come?"
Nickolai turned his face away and said, "I can't tell you."
He felt her warm fingers on his cheek, and she turned his head
to face her. "Yeah you can. Please?"
"Furry... I-" he stopped. "I had this dream last night, and in
this dream I was going to hurt you. I was going to hurt you
because I'm Terran and you're a Pendorian and that's the way it is;
I'm not supposed to like you. I don't understand how I fell in
love with you.
"I'm afraid-- afraid that if you stay around me you're going to
get hurt, or that you're going to have to hurt me. And I don't
want that to happen. So do me a favor, please... and leave me
alone."
"You mean now?" Jofuran asked, pain and confusion in her voice.
"I mean forever. Please... just go away."
"Kolya--"
"No, Furry. Please. Just leave me alone, and don't come back.
If you see me, don't talk to me. Just... just stay away."
"I don't want to do that," Jofuran said sadly.
"You have to!" Nickolai hissed. "You have to, because we can't
ever be friends. Don't you understand? That's the way it works.
We. Can't. Be. Friends. Now leave me alone."
Jofuran looked at him, tears forming in her eyes and falling
onto the fur of her cheeks. Her nose twitched gently for a second,
and then she got up and began to walk away. Three steps later she
broke into a run, crying.
Nickolai turned and looked out the window, looking at the
stars. Sometime early this morning they were supposed to be
docking at Parma. It was going to be a long flight, he thought, as
cold tears came to his eyes as well.
- - -
"Good afternoon, Gentlesentients, my name is Luarna, and I will
be your guide for your trip to Pendor. My race is Mephit,
characterized by my pronounced black and white fur, a large and
heavily furred tail, features found more commonly in the
non-sentient skunk species, Mephitis Mephitis. I am of the racial
variant Spilogale, and if anyone would like to come close enough to
actually check, you will find I don't smell at all. I get
questions about that.
"You are now in the receiving lobby of Parma for vacationing
guests; I'm going to dim the lights in a moment and if you look
below your feet, you will see all of Pendor below you. Parma is
actually on the orbital radius of Pendor, but we are above the
plane Pendor, Pandora, and Pin inhabit. Parma is not actually in
orbit; large gravitic drives and occasional boosts from fusion
reactors keep us in place. It isn't actually necessary that Parma
be where it is, but it does make for a good visual effect, both to
remind natives that yes, they are home, and to show off-worlders
just what it is they have come to visit.
"Now, one of you somewhere will find a small red circle
lighting up under your feet. If you look directly down at the
small red circle you will find a small, moving spot. That is
Pandora, a one-gravity planet that is actually inside the orbit of
Pendor and provides additional forces to act upon the atmosphere
and oceans of the ring, creating a tide, necessary for the
continued health of our oceans. Pandora has it's own moon, Pindam,
to provide it with a tide of its own as well."
Nickolai smiled as he heard people shuffling about. "There it
is," a voice said somewhere.
"Now if you will all come with me, I'll show you to your hotel
rooms in the space station. All the facilities you would expect
from a grand hotel are available here, and some that aren't
available anywhere else. Tomorrow morning at 3 Arie' the tour
moves out. I understand that there will be some native Pendorians
going with us this trip, and that should make things lots of fun.
all right, everybody come along." She led them out. Nickolai
followed them, suddenly a little depressed with the mention of
'natives.' He was wrapped up in his thoughts when a hand touched
his shoulder. "Can I have a word with you, lad?"
He turned his head to find himself looking at Morrail Shigokai,
Jofuran's father. He looked to his mother, who simply looked away
and kept walking to the hotel. "Sure," he shrugged. "I guess."
"I understand you told Joey you didn't want to see her."
"Uhm... Yes sir, I did."
"Would you like to discuss it with me?"
Nickolai stopped for a second, completely unprepared for this.
Never having had a father nor knowing anyone else who did until
Jofuran, he had no idea what to expect. Finally he nodded. "If
you wish, sir."
"Come over here," Morrail said, leading them through a door
clearly marked "Off Limits."
"We can't go through there," Nickolai said.
"Lad, I am a Pendorian; as long as I do not interfere with the
normal operations of the station I can pretty much go anywhere I
please. And do you think the AI would have opened the door at all
if your presence weren't permitted?"
Nickolai shook his head. "Good lad," Morrail said, "Now come
on." He lead them into a general throughway that seemed to be
teeming with more Pendorians that Nickolai had ever seen in his
life. "This is what's on the other side of the door; the local
economic district, for the residents. The last things we want
traders and merchants to see is the flagrant disregard we have for
the capitalist system as it is implemented on Terra."
Nickolai nodded. "Over here," Morrail said, indicating a sign
that read "Asteroids." Inside, Nickolai found himself looking at a
restaurant or lounge, with various Pendorians sitting in small
round booths. "Have a seat."
"Morrail!" a voice rang out from behind the counter. Nickolai
saw an apparently overweight, blue-furred humanoid stepping out
from around a corner. What was most surprising about the figure
was that it didn't have arms, really, but tentacles. That and the
big ears told Nickolai that this was a Tindal.
"Zha!" Morrail shouted back. "Good to see you again!"
"That it is, that it is. So, are you back to stay this time or
are you just visiting before you go back and dig in the sand of
some dirty rotten little mudball again?"
"It's long-term this time, Zha. Zha, I'd like you to meet
Nickolai Dittrich of Earth."
"Ahh, you're from Earth, are you? Sorry about the 'mudball'
comment."
Nickolai shrugged and shook hands with the Tindal; The grip
from the fingerless mitten felt pliable but strong; comfortable.
Nickolai also noted that this Tindal's eyes were solid blue, but a
blue that was actually darker than the pale blue of his fur.
"So," the barkeep continued, "How's Helena? And Jofuran--
She'd be thirteen now, right?"
"Jorfuran's sixteen, Zha."
"No! Has it been so long?"
Morrail nodded. "And Helena's fine. Still with me."
Zha nodded. "So, can I getcha anything? I'm in the mood to
cook pastrami today."
"Then two of those, whatever they are," Morrail said. He
turned to Nickolai and said, "He makes the best sandwiches in all
of space."
"I'm also the only sandwich shop in all of space," Zha said
dryly. "Never mind him. It's good for you. Drinks?"
They ordered and Morrail finally managed to shoo the barkeep
away. "So, do you want to tell me why you've made my daughter so
miserable?"
Nickolai was silent for a moment, then it began to pour out of
him. For no explicable reason, he found himself telling the whole
story, the dream, the fear, everything. Morrail sat back and
absorbed the narration with interest, sometimes seeming to cock his
head to pay better attention.
"Well, lad, I'm going to tell you something in return. First
of all, your dream seems pretty normal."
"Normal?"
"Yes, normal. I trust my daughter's feelings on this, and I
agree with her and my wife; you hardly seem like the type to put up
an aggressive front with someone you count as a friend. As for
your being with my daughter for a short time, this is a vacation,
and you're both supposed to be having fun, not making each other
miserable. And you haven't been having fun alone, have you?"
Nickolai shook his head. "Look, lad, the only thing you stand to
lose from being Joey's friend is the respect of your peers; peers I
sense you don't respect yourself and don't want the respect of.
You're letting other make your decisions for you; My impression was
of a young man made of sterner stuff."
Nickolai smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."
"That's not a compliment, Nickolai. You're destined for
greatness or bitterness, depending on your strength. I hope you
live up to the greatness."
Nickolai was silent as Zha returned with the sandwiches, piled
high with a dubious-looking pink meat and a healthy topping of
vegetables. Despite his misgivings, the food was quite excellent,
and spicy. He commented on that to Morrail.
Morrail's reaction was to turn to the barkeep. "Zha! You have
a centaur on your staff nowadays?"
"Yeah; girl named Debbie. Why, is there a problem?"
"No, no, just curious." Morrail turned back to Nickolai and
said,
"Damned Centaurs'll put horseradish in anything."
They complete their meals and stepped out onto the shopping
concourse. Nickolai felt more than a little uncomfortable leaving
the restaurant without paying or otherwise acknowledging receipt of
lunch. "You'll learn two things if you spend time with Joey,"
Morrail said as he led Nickolai back to the hotel. "One is that
signs don't mean a damn thing on Pendor; it's whether or not the AI
or some individual will stop you from doing something that
determines its 'rightness.' The other is that you pay a
restaurateur by returning to his establishment; it acknowledges his
expertise. This is actually hard, since immortals tend to spend a
lot of time avoiding becoming bored with eating the same thing over
and over again. Most of us know how to cook for ourselves."
The path he led returned to the starship just in time to run
into Matseh and his cronies walking out through the main lobby
door. "Hey, pet," he crooned as they walked by. "I'll deal with
you and your mistress later, pet."
As they walked down the hall, Morrail let out a loud guffaw.
"What's so funny?" Nickolai asked.
"If that's the quality of the opposition," Morrail said, "You
and Joey have nothing to worry about lad."
"Thank you, sir."
"Nonsense. You have no sense of esteem, Nickolai. You are a
man, member of a race that pulled itself up from nothing with
nothing but their own minds. Even we can't claim that. You'd be
surprised how many Pendorians, especially the Tleils and centuries,
are hurt by the hatred of Terra. As an individual, you have
retained that individuality enough to decide for yourself who and
especially what you shall love. Be proud of yourself, because few
others will."
They were silent as Morrail turned a corner and knocked on a
door. "It's me, Helena."
The door opened and Jofuran's mother stood there. "And you
brought Nickolai. Good," she smiled. "Joey, come here."
"What, Mom?" Nickolai heard as she turned the corner. The
expression on her face changed when she saw Nickolai. "Oh."
"Uhhh..." Nickolai said, at a loss for words for a moment.
"Hi, Furry."
Furry walked up close to him and said, "I can talk to you?"
"Do you trust me?"
Morrail and Helena disappeared back into the suite, away from
the anteroom. Furry smiled and said, "I trust you. I always did.
I just didn't understand." She paused for a second and said, "It
sucks being a Terran, doesn't it?"
Nickolai nodded, then smiled. "It's not so bad. It just sucks
being a Terran right now." He took a step forward and hugged her
close. "I'm sorry."
She slowly raised her arms and hugged him back. "It's okay."
"Furry..." There was pause. "Can you still say 'I love you?'"
Her grip tightened and she said, "Kolya... I love you."
"Even though I hurt you so badly?"
"Oh, Kolya... You were just being... I don't know. Terran?"
He nodded. "I'm sorry."
She chuckled gently and said, "You already said that. Stop
apologizing."
"Pendorians are so pushy," he said, laughing with her.
"And that's my problem," she replied. "I do love you, Kolya."
He could feel her against his body, her warmth seeping into him
again. "I love you too, Furry."
They separated quietly and Furry looked up into his eyes.
"Let's go take a look around."
"Wait a minute," Nickolai said. "It's going to be late soon."
Jofuran glanced around for a moment and said, "Late... soon?
That's an odd expression. But I understand."
"So how far can we go?"
"Well, we're in Parma. I imagine we can go anywhere we want
to."
"I know. You're dad told me about the rules as the AI's see
them."
Jofuran laughed aloud. "It's still light out, Kolya. Are you
sure you got enough sleep last night to keep going?"
He nodded, although he thought that his eyes felt better
closed.
"No you didn't," she said, smiling. "Come on, where's your
room?"
"313B, The Grand Dragon Hotel."
"Come on," she said, taking him in hand by hand and shoulder
and shoving him out the door. "You need to get some sleep."
"Okay," he said reluctantly. He had wanted to wander around
the station, but she was right; he did need sleep. She led him
along the corridors to a white disk with three yellow stripes on it
forming a triangle. She pushed him onto it and said "Grand Dragon,
Third floor." There was a momentary >blink< and the walls seemed
to change color.
He was momentarily disoriented. "OhMiFa, I forgot... You've
never been on a teleporter before, have you?" Jofuran said.
He shook his head. "It's okay; you'll get used to it." She
lead him down to his room and pushed the door open.
"Hey," he said, "You need the key, don't you?"
"Kolya... The AI let us in."
"Oh," he said. It was going to be a while getting used to
this, he thought, and he was tired. She led him in and said,
"Okay, do you sleep with any bedclothes, or what?"
He shook his head. "Then get your clothes off," she directed.
"Uh, Furry..."
"Come on, Kolya. You don't have anything I haven't seen
before."
"Okay," he said reluctantly, slowly stripping off shirt and
pants. "Well?" he asked.
She giggled and said, "You look good. Into bed, into bed."
She pulled up the bedsheets and pushed him onto the bed. He sat
down hard, slid his legs under the sheets and turned over onto his
side. He heard her say something in Pendorii but didn't
concentrate on it hard enough to translate; he figured it was
something about the lights again because they dimmed. He was
almost asleep when something rocked the bed gently and he felt a
warmth press against his back. Then he was unconscious.
--
"Journal Entry 186 / 0916 [ Travellogue, Day 4 ]"
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