Blue Planet (sci fi, D/s, wife) Chapter Two, part 2
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"What would be the point? We don’t have any sort of real authority any more.
We haven’t, ever since… they first landed. All we really do is simply keep
the wheels greased, so to speak. Myself, the President of the Russian
Collective, the various surviving clones of long dead kings and ministers. We
are nothing more than middle managers. Our job is to shuffle papers from
place to place and see about the distribution of the remaining resources we
have been allowed to keep since…. Well…." The President lowered himself
until he was sitting on the corner of the desk, his stubby legs dangling over
the edge, hands folded in his lap like a properly obedient child. "But" he
said quietly, a sly, knowing grin spreading over his lips "that may prove to
be all that we need to break this affliction that’s kept us in virtual
slavery as a race for centuries now. And with any luck, it may just allow us
to fight back, once and for all… to finally make our stand to save this
little blue planet from eventual extinction." "And how" Robert said
"would you be able to do that." "Well" the President said, his voice hushed
but with an edge of excitement as he leaned forward conspiratorially, "we are
not the only species, the only planet struggling to throw off the yoke of
this horrible oppression and return to our past glories… our past selves.
There are others, working quietly, secretly, in the shadows of the galaxy to
rid themselves of their chains and return to what they once were. We have
information that there is a species, very similar to our own, perhaps even
our genetic twin, that has been working for many years to find a cure for the
virus that did this to not only us but them as well. To reverse its effects.
And we have learned that they have finally managed to work out the coding
needed to build just such a virus strain. Unfortunately, their planet lacks
many of the basic proteins required to build this new strain. But it so
happens that another discontented planet has an environment is rich with
them." ‘So why don’t you just get them to send them some, or get them
to send you or them the formula?" Robert asked. "Ah" the President beamed
with a grin "why don’t we indeed. Because nothing can move around this
galaxy… no object, no sub-atomic particle, no tiny broadcast shred of
information, without first being cleared by…. them. Anyone who attempts such
things not only fails but is punished in ways too hideous to mention. And the
formula, the recipe for this new strain is so complex it would take hundreds
of hours of compressed transmissions to send from place to place. Long before
it was completed the signals would be interrupted and the perpetrators…
well…" The President rolled his eyes knowing before fixing on them once
more. "At any rate, control of everything that moves throughout the galaxy
is firmly in the hands of our oppressors. And on top of that, every single
being on any planet within their sphere of influence is genetically
registered and marked. Our movements are recorded and watched constantly. And
currently our planet is under a travel ban. None of our citizens are allowed
to travel to other worlds, and only a very elite few are allowed to visit us.
So you see, there is simply no way for us to send our distant ally the
genetic material they would need to build a prototype of this wonderful,
miraculous cure. There is, however, a way we can go get the formula."
"How" Debbie said, her voice a fascinated whisper. The President turned
his gaze to her and smiled impishly. "You" he said. There was a long
moments silence before anyone spoke. "What" Robert said, his voice dull.
"Please, let me explain" the President said patiently. "When we began
experimenting with the time technology, we did some secret experiments at
very low power settings, moving tiny pieces of organic matter. We discovered
we could move living tissue in tact and with no damage. But we also
discovered that even that small expenditure of energy was noted by those who
are watching us. There was quite a controversy about it at the time. They
keep close watch on things like that. That was when we realized that it would
require a tremendous flash of energy in order to fulfill the plan we were
developing." "What plan" Robert said flatly. "We realized" the
President went on "that we would have one single opportunity to move
something large… something substantial through a wormhole. After that there
would be considerable attention focused on where all that energy was used. So
a secret facility was constructed over the last fifty years deep beneath the
earth some miles from this very spot, in a place that you would have known
as…." "Virginia" the gaunt man said in response to the Presidents tossed
glance. "Yes" the President echoed "Virginia. And a way of connecting it
directly to this building… this office. Which you already know about."
"Fine" Robert said, interrupting the little man "so you took your best shot,
yanked us through time and now you can’t do it again for….?" "Ever" the
President said, sadly. "You see, it is only a matter of time before one of
their ships arrives to investigate the energy surge, and they probe the
location where it was registered and discover the facility." "And what
happens then" Debbie asked. "Then" the President said with a sigh, "they
will destroy it, and all those who were involved in the project will be….
disciplined." "How" Debbie whispered, her eyes wide. "I don’t know" the
President said solemnly. "But it will be a small price to pay, whatever it
is, if it means our people… our planet is finally freed from this tyranny."
Robert and Debbie exchanged a look, the seriousness of the situation
slowly sinking into both their thoughts. "Well" Robert said, turning back
to the President "I can see what you mean. We used to feel the same way about
our freedom… in our day." "Indeed" the President said quietly.
"There’s just one thing I still don’t understand" Debbie said. "Why are we
here?" The President smiled at her. "You are here" he said, "because
we need your help to save this planet from slavery." "Our help… how" Robert
said cautiously. "We need for you to travel off-world, meet the
courier who will give you the codes for the new strain and take them to where
they can be constructed." A silence fell over the room for a long moment as
Robert and Debbie turned to look at each other. "Why us" Robert said.
"Why pick us?" "Because" the President said quietly "there are certain
vital criteria that had to be met if our plan is to succeed." "Such as?"
Robert asked. The President gave a sharp, understanding nod and
clasped his hands behind his back, turning to pace the surface of the desk.
"Such as the fact that we needed someone from before the disease was
introduced to this world. Someone whose genetic code was clean. And someone
who was, for all intents and purposes, completely unrecorded on any records.
We needed someone invisible to all current tracking methods. Also, it was
vital that, when we punched open the wormhole that we do so at the precise
moment and location where we knew someone would be located. Someone who fit
the profile we required. We looked through all the surviving records we could
find from your time and a hundred years before and after it. We were able to
track down many individual pieces of information that might have fit what we
required, but one or another vital piece was always missing, rendering the
rest utterly useless. Only in your single case did we know with absolute
certainly that you would be exactly where you were, exactly when you were."
"How" Robert said, his voice thick with surprise. "Oh" the President
said, waving a dismissive hand "it was a chore but we did it. We found a
fragment of a data file on an old computer disk from an ancient machine in a
collapsed ruin of a building that turned out to have been what you would call
a hotel." "The Hilton" Robert said, his voice almost an amazed
whisper. "Yes" the President said. "And that data fragment, once cleaned
and translated told us the precise day you arrived there, and the precise
time the vehicle you traveled in arrived. We also managed to find the
original blueprints for the building, so we cross-referenced that with a
topographical map and ran an extensive computer program to determine exactly
where, in relative space, that room would be in relation to where the other
end of the wormhole was being created. Once we had the first piece of data it
took over fifteen years to assemble to proper program and prepare to make our
single possible attempt. Fortunately, it was completely successful."
"So" Robert said slowly, trying to piece together all the information "let me
get this straight. You picked us because…. we were the only people you
managed to exactly locate at a given time on a given day in a given place
from a time a couple of hundred years ago?" "Precisely" the President
said with a sharp nod. Robert absorbed this, nodding slowly,
thoughtfully, then looked the little man in the eye. "Suppose we say we
won’t do it." The little President cocked an eyebrow, threw a quick
glance out of the corner of his eye toward the gaunt man and lowered his
gaze, embarrassed. "I’m afraid" he said quietly, "you don’t have any
choice." "What do you mean" Robert said quickly, his suspicion
returning. "Because" the President said "we can not return you to your
own time." "What" Robert hissed, his eyes widening in surprise. The
President looked up at him, his brow now creased with worry. "As I
told you, it took tremendous energy to get you here. And we have never
experimented with the process in reverse. By the time we finished any such
experiments we would long since have been… prevented by… well…." He
shrugged, apologetically. "However" he quickly added "we can arrange to
get you back, once the mission is completed." "How" Robert said, his
voice flat and hard. "The planet to which you will be taking the code. We
have managed, over the last century, to send them, in tiny bits and pieces,
enough data for them to build their own temporal generator. And we understand
that they are working on the process necessary to return you to your own
time, once your task is completed." "So what you’re saying" Robert said
flatly "is we have to do what you want, or we’re stuck here for good."
The President smiled sheepishly. "I’m afraid that is the gist of it,
yes." Robert was beginning to grow angry. He slowly rose to his feet so
he was now at eye level to where the President stood before him on the
surface of the desk. "So what if we don’t care" Robert said loudly,
suddenly feeling the rage building up in him at the unfairness of it all.
"You know what you did? We were just about to… to… We were…. " He sputtered a
moment, fighting the urge to reveal exactly what it was that had been
interrupted, finally blowing out a tight, exasperated breath. "Well anyway,
what if we say we won’t do it and we’ll just stay here from now on." The
President gave him a sad smile. "I’m afraid" he said quietly "that if you
do that, you won’t last very long." "Meaning" Robert said quietly, already
dreading the possible answers. "Meaning" the President continued "you would
very quickly be discovered to be a non-person, with no record, no monitoring,
no history, and you would be…. well, believe me, it would not be pleasant."
Robert glared at the little man who stood before him on the desktop, hands
folded before him like some stubborn, unmoving little poodle. "I ought
to knock you on your ass" Robert growled at him. "Robert, no."
Surprised at the sadness rather than surprise in her tone, Robert turned to
Debbie, his face falling open in surprise. "He’s right" she said quietly.
"We need to do this." "Why?" Robert said, his voice loud and groping.
"Because" she said, patiently, slowly "he needs our help. And this is our
planet. Our home." Robert clamped his jaw tight and stared at her, barely
able to believe what he had just heard. But the look in her eye as she fixed
on him quickly told him that she was absolutely right. Even if they had no
other choice, and having that decision taken from him angered him, Robert
suddenly realized that, despite the unfair way in which they had been thrust
into this situation, they had an obligation, as humans if nothing else, to do
something that might possibly help save their entire race. The silence was
deep and profound, but at last Roberts jaw relaxed and he slowly nodded that
he understood and that she was absolutely correct. "Oh all right" he
said, his tone that of a sulking child. "What do we have to do." The
little President clapped his hands together in utter glee. "I knew we could
count of you" he bellowed in delight, hustling quickly over to hop down into
the chair and then the floor, bustling around the desk to stand close by the
sofa. "It’s really very simple" he said quickly, excitedly. "As I told
you, only certain visitors are allowed to travel to and from our planet. Last
month two of them arrived here. A very wealthy, very important lady and her
man slave. Unfortunately they met with a rather serious… accident." "What do
you mean, accident" Robert said, his tone cautious. "A fatal one, I’m
afraid" the President said, a cruel grin spreading over his lips, which he
quickly surprised before continuing. "At any rate, we will slip you into
their identities and you will then be able to travel to the rendezvous with
the courier with no one being the wiser." "I thought you said everyone
was.. you know… monitored… Recorded" Robert said. "Oh, all the subjugated
races are" the President said hastily. "Not the ruling race. They wouldn’t
stand for that." "Ruling race" Debbie repeated. "So this woman was…?"
"One of our oppressors, yes." the President said with a solemn nod. "What
kind of people are these" Debbie said, slowly, cautiously. The
President appeared startled for a moment. "Oh" he said. "I thought I’d made
that clear. They are the warrior class of a militaristic, aggressive,
xenophobic, matriarchy." "Matriarchy" Robert said slowly. "Yes"
the President said, his expression blank. "Women."
To be continued….
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