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"Velu, I swear you've lied about your age."<br />
Father and daughter shared laughing vibrations with their brief hug and were jostled along by the stream<br />
of passengers/settlers/criminals.<br />
"Dad, you seem perfectly calm."<br />
"<strong>An</strong>d, you, my sweet, seem perfectly enthralled. Looking forward to the hunt, eh?"<br />
"Can we actually do it? I know we're both resourceful and all that but..."<br />
"Velu, you're on a quest and I don't think it's just to find a biological father."<br />
"If I find him, I'll have two fathers; one I know everything about and one I'll have to explore."<br />
She grasped his hand, pulled him to the side of the stream of passengers then around to face her, and<br />
said: "Suris was her name—running water—she flows on and on..."<br />
Jalur knew his daughter to be poetic but, "Suris was her name", shook his being. He hugged Velu, long<br />
and hard. She said: "Come on, Father, into our future."<br />
They'd reached the section where passengers were being directed to their respective spaces. Their<br />
endocrine implants were scanned and they were issued an interface pad for the ship's simulated recreation. The<br />
pad was necessary since they were very special to the Corporation and wouldn't be subjected to the same<br />
recreations as their fellow, electro-shocked, passengers.<br />
He knew the ship would be isolated <strong>from</strong> the plasma tube reaching toward <strong>An</strong>la but wondered how the<br />
Corporate leaders could continue to be so deeply mistaken if they thought the <strong>An</strong>lans hadn't deduced foul-play<br />
<strong>from</strong> a ship that actively blocked the thoughts and feelings of its passengers. This war was completely irrational<br />
and he was irrationally happy he was plunging into the unknown.<br />
Jalur and Velu found their compartment and greeted their flight-mates—a male who seemed to be near<br />
Velu's age and a woman who was looking at Jalur with intimate longing...<br />
The plasma shield around ShipOne was worthless while it was orbiting <strong>An</strong>la. The proximity to the planet<br />
permitted penetration by well-trained minds. The crew, reduced to four through insanity-induced suicide, had<br />
had their minds and emotions completely infested by the <strong>An</strong>gan priests.<br />
Mr. Sastu, most recent Chief of the Corporation—a corporation with no board of directors—had decided<br />
to communicate with the crew as they prepared for launch back to their home World.<br />
"Hello?"<br />
"ShipOne to <strong>An</strong>ga Control, we read you."<br />
"Oh! Yes... <strong>An</strong>ga Control. Somewhat of a joke, eh?"<br />
Mr. Sastu's secretary whispered something in his ear.<br />
"Yes. This is Mr. Sastu, Chief of your Corporation. How are you all doing?"<br />
The man at the controls of ShipOne looked around at his pitiful crew and said: "We're in hell, sir."<br />
"Ah, well, you'll be home soon and we'll make it heaven for you."<br />
"I doubt that, sir."<br />
"Who am I speaking with?"<br />
"Officer Spra, sir."<br />
"Well, Mr. Spra, get on with your work. Bring that ship home."<br />
"Doing that, sir."<br />
"Good..."<br />
There was a lengthy pause then the voice of Officer Spra: "Boot us out, Tlin, and pray for our souls, Mr.<br />
Sastu."<br />
There was another lengthy pause, then, after his secretary had whispered in his ear again, Mr. Sastu said:<br />
"We look forward to your debrief when you've returned. Bye for now."<br />
Mr. Sastu glanced at his secretary and rose <strong>from</strong> his chair. As he left the room he felt like he was<br />
stumbling even though his gait was a well-practiced stride of confidence.<br />
Officer Spra broke into a fit of heaving sobs.