pdf file - Notes from An Alien

"Care to explain?"
"No."
"Should I worry about your future actions?"
"No."
"Do you have input to the ship that I'm unaware of?"
"No."
"Can you lie?"
"No."
"Anything else you'd care to say?"
"Akla is an interesting man."
"Agreed..."
Seventy-two more people committed suicide, Rednaxela visited Akla five more times, and Morna told
Rednaxela more about himself than he expected she knew, plus a few things even he hadn't realized about
himself. Shortly after he had given her permission to access any part of his mind she wanted to explore, she had
succeeded in convincing him to stop the emotion-altering endocrine enhancements. The Harians had needed no
help. The enhancements had no affect on their minds even though they played havoc with their emotions. It was
the "mentally unstable", rationally-inventive passengers who'd needed assistance and the Harians had given
them what they needed until Morna's advice had been accepted by Rednaxela. She'd also convinced him to
instruct the passengers in a method of disabling the implants without the risky option of surgery.
The rationally-inventive passengers were working on a plan for survival that didn't include subjugation
by religious zealots. They'd named it, Educate And Conquer—a method of supplying the Anlan leaders with
Angan technology in the hope that it's usefulness would make them more valuable as who they actually were
rather then who it seemed the Anlans would want them to be. Morna was supplying them with appropriate
gadgets to immediately impress the Anlans. She knew they would be capable of devising whatever else was
needed as circumstances progressed.
The cessation of endocrine enhancement had also helped the passengers realize, with Morna's aid, that
their transfer to the planet was the beginning of a war of occupation by people who the Angan leadership
believed could be remotely influenced through the implants. They reasoned that the Corporation hoped to
influence them to insane actions, anything that could disrupt the Anlans' ordered existence, providing leverage
for more interference by Anga's leadership. If enough potentially disruptive settlers could be shipped to Anla and
the Corporation could "intercede" to control the settlers, it would be progressively more in command of a
constantly growing population of drones. And, Anla had literally begged for the settlers. The reason for their
dwindling population had yet to be determined.
ShipOne attained orbit around Anla and deployed the tethered laser to power their return. The transfer
pods began their descent—down to the city of Muram, capital of Enes-Suva, center of the Lord's Army Dominion.
The Anlan priests were prepared for two actions. The first was immediate interrogation of each settler to
decide who would live or die; the second was the immediate death of Akla.
Not long after the dispatch of transfer pods paused, to give ShipOne time to return to the proper place in
its orbit, a single pod prepared for descent. It contained Akla, Rednaxela, and Morna.
"Morna, check Akla's coordinates again please."
"They are fine. We'll be landing in a deeply forested region of what the Anlans call the Unholy Lands in a
country called Ceia-Abi, 50 miles from the main city, Oaur."
"Yes, yes, I know. Sometimes you're too consummate in your responses."
"Thank you, Rednaxela..."
Akla returned from his lengthy meditation and said, "The Nari in this region are anxious for my arrival."
Rednaxela countered, "Their knowing the time of your arrival is the one part of this plan that I truly don't
understand."
"It is simple. I told them."