“My Mother’s Garden…”
“Beams of Sunlight Part the Clouds, and strike my Face as I, Eyes Closed, Gaze towards the Heavens…”
“The Taste of Salt on my Lips, From this warm Spring Day…”
“A Cool Breeze Carrying The Promising Pollen From Her Deep Purple Blooms Across The Air…”
The Year 2153
Aboard The Star Craft Excelon
A Young Girl, maybe 22, stands in front of a great window, of a very luxurious Star Craft Cabin.
Her hair is short, spiky and black…
Her body, petite, but strong.
The Cabin Lights are shut down, but you can still make out her grey, silver and faded blue Excelon Star Craft Uniform…
Her eyes are dark brown, but closed, when they should be open…
In her hands is a silver, ornate serving tray…
Upon it are three perfect glass science flasks…
Each one holding a different colored liquid.
The First is a murky brown… Almost as if someone mixed oil and water.
The Second, a “Pumpkin” colored orange.
And the Third… A Vibrant Blue, the likes of the Oceans of the Ancient Islands of Earth…
“DAY DREAMING!!” suddenly the unnaturally bright Cabin Lights come on, and a partially robotic, partially synthetic voice speaks at the girl accusingly…
Her eyes, now heavy and saddened, open to the truth…
Across the room from her is the Owner of the Room…
The One she was meant to do deliver these 3 Colored Flasks to…
A SynthBot Named “Thompson Elias The Fourth“…
She turns to face these accusations…
“No… Please… I Wasn’t” she says apathetically. Almost, mockingly.
The lights on, a scar can be seen across her beautiful, almost otherwise porcelain face.
A 4 inch jagged reminder, of who is truly in control of this Space Bound World…
“LIAR!!” Thomas says with a Robotic Sneer.
“GUARDS!!!” he yells.
With this, two other Humans, these two both men, and also baring similar scars on their faces, enter the room.
These two are in All Black Uniforms, with Helmets which have Visors that cover their eyes.
And they each carry a long “Zapping” Stick.
“Yes My Liege” they both speak in unity.
Thomas holds up his Sparkling Partially Synthetic, Partially High End Robotics, Arm and points at the Dark Haired Girl…
“SHE WAS DAYDREAMING!!” he proclaims.
“TAKE HER AWAY!!” he demands.
With this she apathetically Gazes in Thomas’s Direction… Rage building inside her.
“The Name is Tara you Over Powered Food Dispenser” she plainly states, and the Rage subsides.
Quickly, the Two Human Guards grab her arms, and drag her out of the room.
She smiles knowingly at Thomas as she goes… He is not amused.
When they reach the hallway, she stands upright, and they escort her down the large Star Craft Hallway.
“Tara… For God Sake… Stop It!” one of the Guards suggests urgingly to her.
“Do you wish to be “Dismantled”??” he states more than asks.
“If you think I fear them for a minute… Then you are Greatly Mistaken” she says cockily.
“This is your Fourth Assignment in a row that you’ve rashly discarded…” the Guard explains.
“Just how long do you think it will be before they finally decide to “Deactivate” you?!” he exclaims.
With this Tara comes to a sudden halt, and looks at the Guard “Dismantle… Deactivate… Do you have any idea how “Wrong” that sounds when talking about a Human Being” the other Guard who doesn’t seem to care either way, grabs her arm and forces her forward.
“As The Second Guard Continues to Drag Me… I Hear The Subtle Sounds of Mozart Drifting Into The HallwayBefore Me…”
“All Sound and Movement seems to slow as we pass by an open door where some twenty or so of the SynthBots sit at School Like Desks, and are Forced to Listen to The Famous Composer Mozart, in hopes to Evoke some sort of a “Soul”… Something they definitely don’t have…”
“Something We Have, but They Don’t… And it Drives Them Mad… And in Their Madness, they’ve nearly Driven The Humans to Extinction… There’s only some Tens of Thousands of us left… Most of which are in Service aboard these Star Crafts, the SynthBots Call “Their Temples”… As they have as of yet, not found a place to Build Cities of their own… Being they took out Earth, whilst Taking out us…”
The door to the room closes, and we have passed it by…
“If they admire us so much, why do you think it is that they have decimated us to the remote Thousands in numbers… Down from Millions…” Tara says loudly.
“You mustn’t say these things Tara… Your Life is in Paramount Jeopardy!!” the Friendlier Guard exclaims to her, trying to quiet her.
“Paramount Jeopardy” she replies as she tries to shake off the other Guard from dragging her…
“Listen to yourself Tara… They’re doing their best to be “More Human”…” the friendly Guard implores.
“Where as you are doing your best to be “Robotic”" she replies.
With this the other Guard tosses Tara to the ground, and strikes her with the Electric Stick.
“AHH!!” she screams.
“Don’t you know only SynthBots are allowed to strike Humans…” the friendly Guard says to the other.
Tara wipes some blood from her lip.
“This one had it coming… She’s going to get us all killed” exclaims the Second Guard.
“That’s more like it” Tara says under her breath as she comes to her feet.
And with a sudden single blow, strikes the Second Guard in the jugular, causing him to crumple to the ground unconscious.
“TARA!! NO!!!” the friendlier Guard yells, as she takes off down the hallway.
PICTURE CREDIT – Columbia Spaceship