Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #97

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #97

…In fact, James still does not know what hit him that fateful day not so long ago…

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Without intending to do so, James sneaks up on Agnes, asking’ “Would you honor me with a dance?”

She is shocked from a trance, nearly jumping out her skin.

“Oh James, you frightened half to death!” She had been taken aback, but had been he, she had been thinking on, attempting to reconcile sense from confusion.

“Let’s dance before I have to leave.”

He need not twist her arm, she wanting nothing more than a warm embrace to a leisurely romantic waltz, with the possible exception of an embrace of the intimate variety.

“I am so sorry that you cannot share in my happiness, Agnes, but you should have known nothing could ever come of you and I. Who would understand? Not even me.” What he says rings true.

“I accept that intellectually, but a woman’s heart is neither intellectual nor logical and I am an example of that, James.” She knows she is different, just not the question of why. She feels lost. The slow-dance goes on. “What will become of me? Oh, don’t think I am going to end my life–because of my foolish hopes. Yet, even though deep inside I knew the situation was without chance, it will be a long time before I can rid myself of these feelings.”

There is nothing James can say to explain or console. In fact, he still does not know what hit him that fateful day not so long ago. It is like he was sleep walking, only to find him clutched by Agnes’ forbidden womanhood. But he was not sleeping, merely a victim of a hormonal assault.

“I love you, James, but my love will forever be a prisoner of propriety.”

“I have to get going, Agnes.” They are now sitting by the lake. “I just could not leave until I talked to you. I had to know you would be all right.”

He turns to leave. She turns to cry.


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The NULL Solution = Episode 174

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The NULL Solution = Episode 174

…Skaldic happens to show up… him and his convenient home-field advantage…

“Do you prefer Skaldic over me?” Seljuk Chasonn asks.

“You certainly don’t beat around the bush.”

“What bush?”

“An imaginary bush; the unadvertised issue of my affection,” she needs to speak clearly, when diverse customs can be misunderstood. “My brother Deke has taken an Eridanian mate, but they have had years to get to know each other. Skaldic was hid from my sight until recently… and you… you are dashing and smart, but that is not enough for me to judge your character.”

“You are wise for one so young. I could take you to Seljuk, to meet my people.”

“I need to meet the people of Earth first. Do you understand?”

“Chasonn and Skaldic could prepare a contest to prove we are worthy of Deimostra.”

“What is the rush Chasonn? You must have a female on your world that will provide you an heir to your throne.”

She need not hit him over the head with a hammer. She has declared as unavailable. It is time to leave.

Skaldic happens to show up… him and his convenient home-field advantage. His shared experience with the Seljuk leader had brought them close, but only for a while. He would be happy to see him leave for home.

They do a manly exchange of pleasantries, knowing that they would not be seeing each other for a while; a neighboring galaxy is like not having a neighbor at all. Like a relative who lives on another continent on 19th Century Earth.

His cruiser is near the expository and after bidding Sampson farewell, it appears he is edging his way toward it.

“I guess Chasonn has another invention to work on?” Skaldic guesses wrong. The scorned foreigner will have plenty of time to repair his pride.

“Maybe,” Sampson says of his friend as he walks away… back to polishing up the NEWFOUNDLANDER.

“He is an interesting man,” Deimostra has unique insight, “I hope to see him again.”

Feeling like he has a clear path to victory, Skaldic tries his hand at furthering his own cause. “While we were gone, I had a chance to think about my future on Eridanus. I believe there is room in my life for partner, a mate who completes my assent as foremost Null.” His pride is evident, but premature.

“What about Offingga? You two make an awesome team.” Her hammer comes out again.

He thought he had made himself clear. Deimostra McKinney is not usually careless with her words.

“Offingga is like a sibling to me, certainly not a mate. I would be honored if you were to be by my side, to bring Eridanus into a new era, like Deke McKinney has with Cerella.”


The NULL Solution =

Episode 174


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The NULL Solution = Episode 72

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The NULL Solution = Episode 72

…Jean-Luc has broken three Rossignol skies, ten poles, one ankle and beaucoup hearts.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SCIFI

 

The country of Switzerland continues to be a bastion of neutrality to this day, even halfway into the 21st Century. That nonalignment usually keeps their nose clean, despite the trillions in dirty money and ill-gotten gains stored in financial institutions within their borders.

Tucked in the middle of the European Union, perched mostly in the Alps, officially named the Swiss Confederation, it has strong sense of identity and community and is founded on common historical background. Its linguistic diversity is representative of the people.  Svizra, Svizzera, Schweiz, ʒviːtsrɐ and Suisse are national labels attached to it; pick your flavor.

SCIFI chooses Suisse; hence the Suisse Conjoined Institute of Fetal Integrity which is to say that it specializes in separating babies joined by some body part. Dr. Jean-Luc Picard is a world-renowned authority in the cranial niche. When babies share a skull, he is the surgeon who untangles them. He is the only Frenchman doing it – he is the only human doing it.

Considering how rare such births are, Jean-Luc has a lot of time on his hands. Dust accumulation is the biggest threat to the sterility of his office. He is an avid skier and hiker, so St. Moritz is where he calls home. His operating room is wherever a patient is.

2052 has been a slow year for the cranial conjoined. He does do other surgeries, though some of his critics believe he would make a better doctor to ghosts than a brain surgeon. Consequently he is breaking no records for productivity; however he has broken two Rossignol skies, ten poles, one ankle and beaucoup hearts. He is a handsome man, as they say in France.

Oh, that broken ankle? It has compelled him to spend more time at his craft. As for those broken hearts, one is seated at the reception desk of his SCIFI office building. “Good afternoon, Charlize. Do I have any messages?” English is his language of choice.

“Oui, deux,” hers is not and she passes 2 pink pieces of paper his way. It was only last month that she caught him with another girl. She didn’t believe it was a cousin of his for a single moment.


The NULL Solution =

Episode 72


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