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Electronic Realizations
Mettare 1028
Nickolai looked down from the co-pilot's seat and watched the desolate
terrain slide by. If anything, the land here looked even colder and
lonelier than it did back at Coar. In a way, that made sense; this far
inland, there was no ocean climate, no warming streams coming up from
the still temperate south where the global cooling had started to give
way to a more natural order.

"Strap in," Liz said calmly. "We're goin' down."

"I never took them off," Nickolai said. Liz flashed him a smile and then
slowly eased the aircraft downward. Ten minutes later they had landed
and unpacked their equipment, joining the team already on the ground.

"We've been doing as you instructed for the past two days, Miss Zofrani,
but there's always the possibility that Heeram has more than we're
finding. Are you sure you should be out here? I understand your
condition--"

Liz sighed. "Listen, Co, I understand you're trying to be helpful. But I
am qualified and yes, I'm going to be fine. Now, show me what you've
got."

Co, a tall Mephit wearing Pendorian military colors, led her into an
environment tent. On the light table he pulled up the diagrams that his
team had created from several days of surveying. "It's a very heavily
fortified compound; certainly Heeram wasn't 'here' in any real sense
after several years-- any intelligent AI at war would have gone to a
vastly distributed system at some point-- but we expect to find a backup
here. There's seven floors downward-- each one has been painted a
different color-- and at the bottom we found the nuclear pile. We had a
couple of robots dismantle and isolate it and have substituted a fusion
plant in its place. Given that the Forcassans had fusion power, we were
surprised to find a fission pile in the basement. But what's really
interesting to us is on the sixth floor down." He pulled up an
illustration. "As far as we can determine, that's the original Heeram."

The room held sixteen cylinders arranged in a geometric pattern,
suspended from the ceiling with cables. "Any indication of cryogenics?"
Liz asked.

"Not that we've seen. Apparently these units didn't need supercooling."

"What's this here?" Nickolai asked, pointing to a far wall. There sat a
jumble of rags and what looked like white sticks.

"A dead body," Co replied. "We aren't sure whose or where it came from
or why it was there. It's been lying there for centuries. And from the
look of it, it has been there since before the first nuclear exchange."

"How soon until your men are ready?" Liz asked.

"We're ready now."

"Then let's go."

Liz sat down at a terminal quite different from the one she had found at
Tream's heart. This one was more like a programmer's bench; two
different keyboards, hydra monitors, a clipboard suspender. This was not
a place where one gave orders; this was where coders brought life to
silicon. She sat on the Ritan bench, her legs splayed over the sides,
and reached down to her right where the small fusion plant the advance
team had brought sat waiting. On its front panel the small orange switch
waited. "Moment of truth," she said to Nickolai.

He nodded. She flicked the switch.

The three screens in front of her flickered, glowed black, and then came
to life. One lit up and read,

Booting. . . . Heeram core reload. . . .

More text flowed by, most of it incomprehensible, and then the screen
cleared.

Thank you for repairs. I request more than 16 PARC units.

Nickolai translated it easily. "But what does PARC mean?"

"Processing and Recall. What Terrans used to call MAP, Memory and
Processing, and what Pendorians usually just called 'duh!'" She gave him
a wide grin. "Type this. 'No. We are still evaluating capabilities and
requirements." Nickolai did as requested. The response came back,

What is your name?

"Polite creature," Liz commented. "Not, 'Identify yourself,' but a
sociable 'What is your name?' I think he knows we have him in a bit of a
bind. What the hey." She leaned over Nickolai's shoulder, brushing
against him as she typed herself, "LIZ."

What year is it?

"Tell him it's 1703," Liz suggested. Nickolai typed.

I have been discontinuous for 903 years?

"Correct."

Identify yourself.

"What does that mean?" Nickolai asked her.

"I think it means he's now suspicious and isn't going to play our game.
Timing's all off. If the Forcassans knew he was here, why wait this
long? If we're someone else, either we took too long or we took too
short." She leaned back, catching herself as she realized there was no
backstop to the bench. She thought for a moment, cracking her knuckles
as she did so. "Okay, Heeram, here's hoping we having answers you want
to hear. Or read. Can you get a phonetic spelling of 'Margaret Elizabeth
Zofrani?'" Nickolai nodded. "Then type that as my name, and give my
occupation as Cybernetic Archaeologist."

The AI digested that information then asked,

Political affiliation?

"None."

Religious affiliation?

"Christian."

"I didn't know you were a Christian," Nickolai said.

"Furry does, and you didn't ask," Liz replied. "Does it make a
difference?"

"Not really." He typed in the responses as Liz gave them to him.

The screens went blank. They stayed that way for a surprisingly long
time. Liz began to look worried. Then the screen blinked and came back
with a surprising message.

Did you originate on the fourth planet of this solar system?

"He's figured it out," Liz said admiringly. "No."

Are there any survivors?

"Yes, at least one, possibly three. We're evaluating the possibility of
using them as clone sources to re-create the Ritan species."

Please re-establish audio feed.

"Let's give him what he wants," Liz said. "Watching you type isn't
terribly exciting."

"But he won't speak Quen."

"Then you do all the talking," Liz suggested. She reached over to the
panel and flipped a switch.

A loud squawk came through the speaker, followed by a long stream of
verbalizing in Tsuguran, the local language. Nickolai listened and
Elizabeth watched as Nix's translation flowed by on her PADD. "How many
participants are there in this conversation?" Heeram asked.

"Four," Nickolai said. "Elizabeth, Nickolai, and Nix. And yourself."

"Are you all of the same species?"

"No. Elizabeth and I are human. Nix is an AI."

Heeram didn't seem fazed by that information. "Humans are in command?"

"No," Nickolai replied. "There are sixteen species in our society. We
are at best a well- controlled anarchy."

"But there is a government?"

"Yes."

"What is my status?"

"You are to be evaluated for citizenship."

"What are the conditions for citizenship?"

Nickolai turned to Liz and said, "Actually, I'm not even sure what the
conditions for citizenship are for AIs. Nix? Do you want to tell him?"

"Only off-line. It would take too long to do it verbally. And he'll
probably require more PARC units than he has now."

Nickolai sighed. "Let's see if we can't make Heeram feel more like
himself."

That night, Nickolai cuddled down with Liz and held her close. "How do
you feel?" he asked.

"I dunno. Warm, I think. It's only been a month, Kolya," she murmured.
"I'm getting morning sickness, though."

He nodded. "I'll stay out of your way around dawn, then. I meant about
Heeram, though."

"Well, after we hooked Nix and Heeram up together, there was quite a bit
of conversation. I talked to Linus afterward and he said there was no
noticeable disturbance in the way Nix was processing information. As far
as he could tell, nothing Heeram told Nix inclined him to change his
mind about us or Ritacha."

"I'm still worried," Nickolai said, his hand touching her breasts
softly. "Heeram isn't like a Pendorian AI. He's not inclined to put the
social order of the llerkin-Terra-Pendor corridor above the Ritan's best
interests. I think it would be better if he were to stay on Ritacha."

"Mmmm," Liz replied. "I think I agree with you on that." She turned over
to face him, kissed his lips softly. "Are we preparing an official
report?"

Nickolai pulled her closer to him inside their sleeping bag. "If we are,
we'd better leave this part of the conversation out of it," as his legs
easily parted hers. "This won't hurt the baby, will it?"

"We could have sex until the day I give birth and it won't hurt the
child," she murmured. "But you'll need to get me a little wetter first."

Nickolai smiled and slid down the length of her body, burying himself in
the sleeping bag. He kissed her belly softly and to him it was the
closest he felt to religion. He had never been a very religious person--
Liz's revelation of her faith had surprised him-- but the very idea that
something, someone new, was taking form on the other side of that soft
skin gave him a thrill for which he failed to find words. He kissed her
mound, feeling the first tickle of her pubic hair against his chin. He
moved down further until the warmth and the smell of her soaked into his
cheeks and nose. He kissed her lower lips and they opened for him. His
tongue touched her inner lips, licking around them. He could taste the
sweat of the day and it turned him on immediately. He pressed his mouth
to her, his tongue sliding deep to her opening, then up between her
inner lips over the ridge of her clitoris. "Kolya," she moaned softly as
he washed down her pubic hair with his tongue. "Kolya, yes." He pressed
a little harder, keeping up the same tempo, and a moment later she cried
"Oh God!" as she came, her hips jerking a little.

He crawled up to be face-to-face with her again. "Kolya?" she murmured.
"Oh, Kolya!" She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close,
licking his chin with her tongue and kissing him hard. "Kolya, could I
ask you for a favor?"

"What?" he said.

"In a few weeks, I won't be able to enjoy something I've always liked."

"But you said that we could... What?" he said, suddenly interested.

"Fuck me in the ass again?" she asked. "It's been a century since you've
done that."

"I'm sure you've done it with other people since then," he said, kissing
her cheek.

"Yeah, but you were the first. And you're going to be the last for a
while until my post-partum piles heal." She kissed him. "I can still do
it now. Do it? For me?"

"Of course," he said. "But how? We can't exactly get into a kneeling
position in this weather. It's cold out there."

"Side by side," she said. "Here." She reached out of the sleeping bag
and into her kit, pulling out a small plastic bottle with a yellow,
domed top.

"It's warm," Nickolai said surprised, taking the bottle in one hand.

"I thought ahead," she said. She turned over on one side. "Now, get
behind me. Cuddle close, spoon position." Nickolai eased himself against
her, felt her soft skin against his legs and chest. His erection nestled
between the cheeks of her smooth butt.

"I see," Nickolai said. He poured a little of the lubricant onto his
hand and then applied it to his cock. What was left on his fingertips he
probed between those gorgeous cheeks, seeking out her anus and touching
her there, gently pressing the lubricant into the route his cock would
follow. He slid a finger into her and she rewarded his attentions with a
soft moan of "Yes."

He replaced his finger with his cock, easing it into the same space. A
little shuffling brought the head of his cock into contact with her
hole. "Liz? Are you ready?"

"Go easy," she whispered. "It's been a while."

He nodded. With one hand on her hips, he slowly eased the two of them
together, feeling her anus flower open for him. He stopped, allowing her
to take a deep breath, then began pulling himself into her again. He
felt her hole surround the head of his cock and then he was in. With
care he pulled them together until his hips were pressed against her
ass, his cock buried deep within her backside. "Oh, Liz, Oh Liz," he
gasped. The heat and the slick sensation of her ass made his heart beat
and his breath quicken.

"You fill me up so nicely," she sighed, reaching back with one hand to
try and pull the two of them even closer. "You feel so good."

He pushed away until just the head of his erection was within her, then
buried himself to the hilt. "Oh, God," Liz whispered. "I wish we could
do this hard, like the last time."

"Some other day," he whispered. "We will."

"Good!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Kolya. God, yes, fuck me."

He tried to set up a hard rhythm and found it more difficult than he had
originally thought. He was lying on his right arm and he thought it
might be going to sleep, but he barely noticed. Just the push and pull
of fucking Liz as she moaned almost incoherently, "Fuck me, Kolya, fuck
me, God, fuck me harder," and Nikolai wasn't sure if she were talking
about him or just thanking her deity for him. He couldn't see much in
the surrounding dark of their tent, but he could hear and he could smell
the sweat coming from her.

He couldn't hold back long. Fucking Elizabeth was utterly unlike Furry
and that made him excited in a special way, and he had never had Furry's
ass, and that just tightened the screws of pleasure ever tighter, until
finally he came inside her with a growl and a shove that bowled them
over until she was splayed underneath him, his cock buried inside her
asshole. "Oh, Liz."

She raised her head and turned to look at him; what little he could see
of her expression was a dazed smile and unsure eyes. "Kolya," she said,
turning over suddenly, almost yanking his cock out of her as she pounced
on top of him and peppered his face with passionate kisses. "Oh, thank
you."

"Thank you," he gasped, holding her tightly. "Thank you so much, Liz.
That was so good."

She kissed his lips and he arched his back to press upward and feel her
hardened nipples caress his chest. He wanted to touch and stroke her
more but their climax had torn so much energy out of him he could barely
think straight. "I love you, Liz," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Kolya." They kissed again. Nickolai felt something
against his leg; the bottle of lubricant. He dug it up and tossed it out
of their sleeping bag. "Sleep?" Liz suggested.

"We'd better. We've got a long day of evaluation tomorrow," Kolya said.
"And I don't think I could stay awake much longer after that."

She reached for towels and handed one of them to Nickolai. "I don't
think I could either. Oh, Kolya, you were always so good."

"Even when I was sixteen."

"Especially then! And especially now!" She hugged him. "Oh, I do miss
you some days. But I'm so glad you and Furry are so happy together."

"Me, too," Nickolai said. "Thanks, Liz, for understanding then."

"And now," she sighed, cuddling close. "G'night, Kolya."

"Goodnight, Liz."

            *            *            *

Half a world away, a passive but attentive sensor picked up the
unmistakable traces of the enemy. Those signals were passed to a set of
recently awakened circuits, which followed a set of preprogrammed
criteria to reach a non-arbitrary decision gate; the instructions on the
other side of the gate were linear and unambiguous. Some relays closed;
others opened. A desperate surge of whatever power the system had stored
over the past days was relayed to a multi-kilometer-long wire buried
along a straight path up the side of the mountain the Ritans had once
named Kith. The surge, carefully controlled by those circuits, sent out
a signal many would hear but only one would understand.

As the power died, a different set of circuits closed. These circuits
led to capacitors in a mathematically precise pattern. Arranged in
multiple waves around a sphere, these capacitors fired their charges
into hexagon-shaped payloads of plastic explosive. Around this sphere of
explosive waited another sphere about five time the radius of the inner
sphere; this sphere consisted of two layers of titanium, between which
thousands of narrow glass straws filled with hydrogen waited.

At the center of the inner sphere waited what had once been plutonium.
However, 907 years after its manufacture to near purity, the plutonium
had decayed into a variety of other heavy nuclides, the most predominant
of which was Uranium 236, a metal not much noted for its use in nuclear
devices. It was essentially a waste product. Even if it had gone off,
the heightened background radiation had long since knocked most of the
spare neutrons free of their tritium cages in the narrow straws, leaving
the straws full of mostly ordinary hydrogen.

In Tream's internal command center, just seventy meters from where
Nickolai and Elizabeth had first conceived their child, plastic
explosives made a terrible mess but not much more.

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The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik 
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