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“Merciful God but the ancient aliens had terrible taste in architecture,” said Feroza. “Unless you want to take credit for that post-modern monstrosity.” “No,” said Victor. “It must be more tripwire programming. A reaction to an oxygen environment.” “And we … Continue reading →

“Okay, I have an idea. You don’t have to go to jail if we save the solar system.” Victor hugged Feroza as she scanned the jungle below. “Well, I’m glad we got that problem dealt with,” Feroza twisted the projection … Continue reading →

All three mechanoids had all benefited from Victor’s ministrations. The mother and Mr. Biggles positively gleamed, and Rusty was more new material than old. The little Dragon stretched, flaking off the last of his rust, and Feroza hissed in surprise. … Continue reading →

“What on earth did you do?” asked Feroza. He didn’t seem to be controlling these creatures explicitly, just calling them to assemble. And yet what naturally evolved behavior would so abrogate these animals’ interests? That thought allowed Feroza to answer … Continue reading →

“Let’s think about this,” said Feroza. “If you learn to love Dragons, I’ll learn to love people.” His head jerked up. “Which people, exactly?” “I don’t know,” Feroza raised an eyebrow behind her visor. “Do you think I should start … Continue reading →

Feroza stood up and shuffled to Victor. She put her own arms around him. Cold comfort in an environment suit, but still. “I promise I shall find a way to protect humanity from Petrolea.” “And I will help fix these … Continue reading →

Feroza stood up and shuffled to Victor. She put her own arms around him. Cold comfort in an environment suit, but still. “I promise I shall find a way to protect humanity from Petrolea.” “And I will help fix these … Continue reading →

“It’s what?” said Victor. “What are you saying? Did you find the other–“ “Victor,” she said, “look at the other Dragons. Do you see rust on them?” “No,” he said, then after a pause. “Yes. I do. Ah. They must … Continue reading →

Chapter 15 “Welcome home.” Feroza did not straighten from her crouch, but continued to crawl, keeping her body in the serpentine position forced upon her by the shape of their tunnel-airlock. “Feroza, get back,” Victor whispered. “Stay still until I’ve … Continue reading →

“The enlightened thing to do,” said Victor, trying to keep his voice low, “is to stop this threat to the lives of millions of people.” “Thousands of people at most, if we are still discussing the off-Earth population. And just … Continue reading →