Monday, December 30, 2013

Adjustments and Rehab

(Continued from “Adjustments”)

In a foul mood, Kate McFerren exited the craft which she and Jon thought of as a shuttle with all the other critters.  Why did that cat creature have to stick so close to she and Jon?  Was it another client as were they?

“Hey Space Invader, must you be purring up my back?” Kate, past her tether, snapped.

She was rewarded with the hot breath of a carnivore in her ear.  The softness of the muzzle was offset by sharp fangs resting on her shoulder and a wet nose in her ear canal.

The blue-furred Ferasan mumbled through the muzzle, trying to speak, then gave up.  A split second later, though, Kate McFerren heard the cat-like alien's voice in her head.

“You smell good,” the Ferasan told Kate.  Some Ferasans were known to be telepathic.  “For a human.  Are you wearing perfume?  I bought some like that once, for my clanmate, before I... uh...”  He flexed his claws, handcuffed together.  The two sharp ears rising from the sides of his head twitched.  His green-gold eyes narrowed at her.  “Oh my.  You are making me hot, lady.  Stop that!”

“What is that SMELL?” demanded Jon McFerren, ignoring his wife's ear trouble.

The thin Cardassian grunted in agreement.  “It's pretty bad.”

“Risa had better accommodation than this!”

“The fornication compound?”  The Cardassian took offense in style.

“I was there on business,” scoffed Jon McFerren.  “Lia's jewelry pretty much was in demand on every planet in the known solar system...”

“Back off, there, Lu'au,” Sweetie told the Ferasan.  'Lu'au' dutifully bowed and obeyed, taking a step back.

Sweetie, still wearing a uniform that marked her as a legal deputy of the Dantari, moved ahead of the group.  As soon as she did, Lu'au was back at Kate McFerren's neck, sniffing and pushing against her.  “Ya don't need that loser.”  He growled at Jon McFerren.  The Cardassian laughed.  The others couldn't hear Lu'au's thoughts; he communicated directly to Kate.  “Ever made love to a Ferasan?  Wait til you see what we can do with our tails!"

“GET OUT OF MY MIND YOU BASTARD!”  Kate lunged backward to step on the offender's foot only to loose her footing.  Ferasan reflexes were faster than even athletic humans.  She would have fallen hard were it not for Lu'au's tail.

“Get your hands off my wife!” Jon snapped, charging the felinoid.  He earned a sharp smack across the groin with the furry tail and a low hiss.  The human bent over, gagging.  He could dish it out, not take it.  Plus, a tail did not look dangerous...

That whole fracas earned guffaws from the Ferengi and even the dour Cardassian.  The latter muttered “Idiot.”

Kate used the distraction to move behind the Cardassian; maybe that would keep the muzzle out of her hair.  Sadly, refuge lasted only a moment; Sweetie dragged Kate back next to Lu'au.

“That cat's sexually harassing me!  I'm a married woman!” Kate squealed entreaty at the deputy.

“Oh dear,” Sweetie said with a tired sigh.  “Is he?  Really now.”

“He's telepathic, in my mind.  And purring all over my neck!” Kate snapped.  “No decent woman should have to put up with this!  This is outrageous.”

By now the other 'clients' of the rehab colony became visible.  Orions, Klingons, Romulans, Kosk, Gorn, and numerous other sorts of scum were watching the scuffle Jon and Kate were causing.

“He won’t do it again, dearie,” Sweetie promised, with a glance at Lu’au.

True enough, the felinoid’s telepathic intrusion ceased to register in Kate McFerren’s mind.  Whatever Sweetie did, it worked.  The procession continued without incident, as the rehab center's ‘clients' filed off and disappeared.

At the McFerrens' puzzlement, Sweetie said, “This detention center is virtual.  It's all in your minds.”

“You mean... we aren't really here?” Jon said.

“Your bodies are in Dantari space.  Since they don't practice rehab, this is a virtual interface on Elba II, under Federation jurisdiction.  Now, off you go.”

Sweetie, neither a counselor nor rehab specialist, left the McFerrens as a door appeared, marked for them.

TBC  (JP - Sandy [McFerrens], Todd [Lu'au, Sweetie])

Friday, December 27, 2013

Adjustments

The Sphere Of Glass was probably the most expensive planet in the galaxy.  It was even considered excessively costly for the Ferengi.  As typical with many such places, it was deceptively simple, as most beings of great wealth tended not to like wealth flaunted.

Everything seemed to be made of a glass-like material.  The species populating the place were bewildering.

Lia Black McFerren's gifgram shop was tiny, stark white with white chairs and tiny tables holding colorful gifgrams, one to a table.  There was another color not belonging to a gifgram.  It was purple.  It belonged to a store minder.  'She' had many tentacles and was full of squeaks when she found something funny which was much of the time.  Te's job was to keep the little tables supplied with gifgrams: The tables were few; the gifgrams sold fast.

Security was not seen.  The hologram could be on a thief faster than the thief could pick up his prize.

It was not for Lia to be in her shop.  It was for her to socialize with the elite of society, wearing designer clothes and sporting gifgram jewelry.  It would seem an idyllic life, albeit a challenge for one with social anxiety.  The Vulcan T'Rhan was far more comfortable in high society.  She loved it!

T'Rhan did most of the talking; Lia hid in her shadow until the starter was served, then Lia tactfully asked another woman, Gail, to cease slapping the holographic waitress' hand.

“I beg your pardon?” Gail asked flatly.

“A hologram has the right not to be hit,” Lia said softly.  The holographic waitress blinked at Lia.

“Holograms have rights?”  A woman blinked blankly at Lia.

“Yes, every intelligent being has rights.  It matters not if the being is made of flesh and blood or of light and photons.  A hologram can feel just as you and I.”

“And holographic pets?” another woman asked.

“Holographic pets are profitable.  That is the stock and trade of this world, other than jewelry,” Gail put in.  Lia didn't like her, but she knew how to handle her.

“They are, yes,” Lia admitted.  Gail raised her eyebrows in surprise.  “There is a way to make the same item far more profitably without difference in the item.”

“How do you know?” Gail asked, leaning forward.  Everyone at that table leaned forward; they could scent profit.

“I studied your holographic pets.  There is a good deal of upkeep for a hologram that is not there for lower forms of technology.” Lia smiled enigmatically.  “I will submit my patent tomorrow.”

Gail stared hard at Lia.  Lia stared calmly back.


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On the other side of the social spectrum, Lia's parents were doing adjusting of their own.

Kate and Jon McFerren were strapped into hard seats of a 'shuttlecraft' and on the seemingly longest ride.  Both were getting stink-eye from a bewildering variety of aliens, or at least those they could read; not all of them had mobile faces, not all had eyes.  One cat-like creature hissed at Jon, flexing three-inch claws.  For one moment, both were glad of the restraints keeping that cat away from them.

The relief was short-lived when the cat started unlocking restraints.  The McFerrens looked at each other.

The cat, not an animal as Jon thought, stood on his back legs: “Yes, I'm a sentient,” and followed that with something the McFerrens didn't understand.  Sweetie laughed, as did several other 'passengers' in the vessel.  “Where in space did you dig these two up?”

“We were traveling with our daughter to Amethyst,” Jon spat up.

That got a roar of laughter.  “Amethyst is kinda rich for slobs like you!” chucked in a thin Cardassian.

“Our daughter is the money-maker of the family.  Nina Black McFerren.”

“I've heard of Nina Black...” said a Ferengi softly from the front of the craft.  “She created the gifgram...”

“That's her, but she's a bitch.  Dumped her parents here.”  Kate McFerren spoke with low venom in her voice.

“I do not think so,” Sweetie purred from behind.

TBC

— Sandy/Lia & the McFerrens

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Maggie (continuation)

"Are you serious?"

Maggie asked the question of herself – literally: an 'older', addressing a 'younger' Q named Maggie.

Older.  Younger.  Age.  Time was nothing to an omnipotent being who could live forever (and had, in a sense).  This anachronism caused the younger Maggie to chew on her lip (a nonexistent, humanoid feature, sported for the benefit of her mysterious watcher).  Age?  Time?  Living forever?  She existed in a transtemporal state, beyond time, making her the same 'Maggie' then, now... anywhen.  Yet how did she exist in such a state, second to second, moment to moment, eon to eon, measuring time's progression, if she was timeless, like all Q?  That seemed to be a requirement, in order to vocalize, to interact, in this physical, fleshly medium of matter and energy.  How could a Q be constrained by physics, yet surpass them?  Why was she in that medium, and not beyond?  Or... did she, in fact, exist in both – but then, why was she unable to tell if she did?

"You ask a lot of questions," the elder Maggie chided.

"That's funny.  I don't remember asking enough," younger Maggie said, puzzled at the perspective.  "But yeah, I have questions," she said.  "And you have answers."

Her watcher, the mysterious Vulcan, gazed upon the pair with an unsettling, cold, dark stare, silent until that moment.  "It is not in your nature to provide answers," she said.  "The essence of Q, of what it means to be Q, is to pose questions, challenges... to test limits."

Younger Maggie studied herself... the watcher... then the deceased organic form of the humanoid male laying at their feet.  His name: Charles 'Trip' Tucker.  He was the chief engineering officer of this 'ship', this 3-dimensional transportation vessel, a silly human construct named Enterprise.  He was, until that moment.  An explosion ended his frail humanoid life.  He was dead.  Maggie wondered why she was here, why this was happening, what was this setting's point of interest.
"We don't ask enough questions," she decided.  "Merge," she commanded herself – her 'older' self, her 'younger' self... herself.  (At the same instant, she wondered in the back of her Q mind, which one of herself made that decision; who gave the command... or whether it came from some other... place.)

Elder and younger Maggie were, became, one: One Q, named Maggie.  Questions attained answers.  And she understood.  "I am here to test the limits," she said.  "Like a true Q.  But... not like the Q of before."

"And what does that mean?" her watcher companion asked, with the tone of knowing the answer before she spoke.

"A ruse," she realized.  "His death was a cover-up.  But... why am I—"  She paused, understanding more.  The next generation of Q... a new generation, the first new generation of their kind, since... since Q became Q...  Maggie: the new Q.   "That's what I am," she said.  Q Prime decreed that they would no longer wreak childish havoc in affairs of non-Q species, like that at which he had once excelled.  It was unfitting... limiting... and frankly absurd, of an omnipotent race.  Their role, as Q, had changed.  "That's why I'm here," she said, and in the instant she said it,  "A ruse," she realized.  "His death was a cover-up.  But... why am I – oh.  I get it."  She eyed the watcher with a new appreciation, with respect – no longer interested in turning the woman into a dung beetle.  "You loved him."

The watcher remained still, motionless, her face impenetrable.  "You've completed today's task," she said.  "Let us return."

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TBC (to be continued)

Through a Looking Glass

Lia McFerren had managed to ditch her less than lovable parents and establish herself on this non-Federation world where Capitalism reined.  She learned early it was good to establish yourself as someone who had value to those who ran the system regardless of whatever system you landed in.  Her parents did not learn this lesson and were at best considered idiots, to parasites, and at worst, criminals. 

After putting her commodities on the market and making profitable and amenable associations with the local residents, Lia settled into the society of the Sphere Of Glass even faster than anticipated by T'Rhan.  Her gifgrams became jewelry that was animated.  That sold faster than warp drive flew.  Naturally, that wasn't Lia's intention for the gifgrams, but the jewelry paid the way for other research and for work with holographics.  T'Rhan was pleased; she was living in the style she was accustomed.

Lia let Sweetie know that she had settled and was doing very well.

If only if the strange dreams would go away, she would call herself content.

Just as R.E.M. sleep would come upon her, Lia would find herself looking into a mirror.  The glass would ripple, as would a hologram, and she would look into her own green eyes, only the eyes would be in a face that had little familiarity.  The woman, unlike her natural pale strawberry blond curls, had her hair died blood red.  There was a hardness in the green eyes, and in the mouth.  She wore a ship's uniform abet skimpy with an odd device on the shoulder and was in a ship's quarters.  It was a mockery of a Starfleet vessel, but a Fleet where morals flipped upside down.

“You are Lia McFerren,” the woman said.

“I am,” Lia replied, no fear in this dream state.

“You are a scientist?”

“I am.”

“You vivisect?”

“Vivisect what?” Lia questioned.

“People.”

“No,” Lia replied, carefully hiding any horror she felt.  This woman was dangerous, even in the dream state.

“How can one practice science without cutting a living being or two?” asked the other woman without a qualm.

“Mathematics is part of my science.  Art is another.  Much of my work is done on the holodeck, which does not involve beings at all.  It involves forcefields and light,” Lia said.

“Your parents nurtured your skill?” asked the other with curiosity.  “Mine only was able to teach me to survive, and profit as was the Ferengi way.”

“Mine did not want me, but the planetary authority and society frowned on giving away an infant,” Lia replied.  “I became what I am despite their... ignoring a little being in the dwelling.  I was able to learn and quickly to thrive.  I hid when the authorities had differences of opinion with their lifestyles,” Lia added with a slight smile.

The other chuckled.

The mirror became opaque again, but the other came around the corner.  Lia carefully didn't react.  The woman picked up a rock from Lia's table that held within it an image of a beauty spot beloved of the locals on the Sphere Of Glass.  Clouds occasionally wisped over the mountain than reviewed it.  “Jewelry?” asked the interloper.

“Yes, it is how I make myself a valued commodity on this world and able to name my own price,” Lia said with a smile.  The Ferengi raised blood-red head stared at her with widened eyes and a gaping mouth.  “You maneuver like a Ferengi born.  Are you sure you aren't Ferengi?”

“I am not Ferengi or Ferengi raised, I am an unwanted child who learned early to keep my ears and eyes open, and yes, I read every one of the 285 Rules of Acquisition.”  One pale strawberry blond eyebrow went up as Lia lifted another gem.

For once Lia, bloodthirsty, calculating, and willing to take lives without thought, bent over and belly laughed at that snarky remark.


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Lia McFerren (of the Light) quarters Sphere Of Glass

Lia McFerren of the Light

Lia McFerren of the Dark