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BTW there is plenty of different portions which have been reused by numerous science fiction shows movies and books, including nanotechnology, rapid pregnancy, and various scientific mumbo jumbo, which I will try to keep to a minimum. (Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish…) Thanks as always to Theromen and Crudebuster for their help in cleaning up the betas. THIS CHAPTER contains futa/mast Terra Chapter 29, Curing What Ails David groaned, shaking his head as he turned in bed. He was still exhausted, even after twelve hours of bed rest. It was almost as if he had a sleep hangover, as though too much slumber had exhausted him even further. Still, he knew he was working the stimulants out of his system, and it had only been a couple of days since his long and arduous trek through the sand dunes. He felt like he could sleep for a month. Of course all things considered, that might be his best option at the moment. There was nothing for him to do at this church, other than coddle sick people or pray, and neither held much interest for him. The food was all vegetarian and entirely bland. The only people that he knew were preoccupied looking over the place, as they had jobs to do. And he had it in his mind that Nadia was going to hide Terra away. What better place to do that than in a church? And what would he say to Terra, if he could? What words could he possibly have? And why would it matter whether Nadia heard it or not? Why was he focusing on this, the first thing in the morning, the first thoughts that filled his head? He didn’t know the nature of Terra and Nadia’s relationship. He didn’t even know the nature of his relationship with Terra. So why did it threaten him so? What could he say that he did not want Nadia to know? What could he not want to say in front of her? He opened his eyes a slit, letting in the morning light as he heard a loud knocking on the door. He considered ignoring it but the banging persisted until he answered. “What?” he grumbled, covering his head with the blanket. “David Tracy? We need to prep you for your surgery,” Erica said with a sense of urgency from behind the door. “Ugh, give me five minutes,” he didn’t want to go through with this, not yet. “Mr. Tracy, we have well over a hundred people who have been waiting over a month to receive medical attention. I know that you have your own illness and I hope that you have a speedy recovery. I understand that the doctor has asked to see you first, and considering what your friend says the urgency is completely understandable. But I will not waste even a minute’s time waiting for you to sleep in. If you’re so tired then you’ll be under anesthetics in no time. Now get out of bed or I will drag you out myself,” she demanded of him. “Yes ma’am,” David said sarcastically, rolling himself out of bed. The burning bright light of the diminutive sun in the sky burned his eyes as he tried to shake off his weariness. He had another date with a scanner and a laser scalpel. Maybe some day he’d have a date with someone who would hurt him less. * “You sure you don’t want my help?” Yoshi asked, more out of personal pride than anything else. How could she not want his help? He was a renowned scientist with over two doctoral degrees and three decades of experience…in a lab. “For what Yoshi? I appreciate the thought, but really there’s nothing you could help with. Have you ever removed a tumor by surgery? Ever introduced tumor suppression genes?” Nadia asked rhetorically. “Well having someone there to help couldn’t hurt,” he said, feeling his pride take a hit. “They’ve got some boy there who is taking a year off of med school to volunteer for the church. Apparently he took three semesters of premed, which means he knows what the difference between a scalpel and a suture. Probably. Dr. Edgewise insists that he’s useful. Besides Yoshi, you can get more work done alone than with me. I know it sounds bad to say so but I don’t plan on being here long, so we might as well do as much good as we can,” she said, tying her hair up. “Besides I don’t want to leave Terra all alone right now. Too much could go wrong.” “If you say so. I still don’t know how we’re going to get anything done right now, and I didn’t come to Mars to take the temperature of sick kids,” he said, shaking his head. “Giselle said she’d be in contact, and there’s that drunk friend of David’s, and of course David himself. He was in the resistance his whole life,” she said, hoping that there might be someone useful out of the three of them. “Yeah and I used to run the Aryan Brotherhood,” Yoshi said sarcastically. He found it difficult to imagine that someone like David would be useful at all, especially considering he hadn’t done been on the planet in months and was about to undergo major surgery. She flexed her intertwined fingers out, stretching them to the point where the joints would crack. “Okay, let’s go to work.” * Terra was, in a word, overwhelmed. Word had spread quickly about the rumors of a doctor at the Martian Cathedral. In her own well-meaning way Terra boisterously announced that the rumors were true, that there was not just one, but two doctors. Then a deluge of the ill came pouring through the gates and filling the walls of the church. Within an hour there was easily two hundred people filling the pews, hoping that they too would see the doctor. Even Teralyn was surprised at the numbers, and happy she managed to get more than a few of them to participate in her noon mass. She knew they were trying to butter her bread, but every oak must grow from a seedling. At first it was something nice for Terra. She was given a nurse’s uniform, a simple powder blue dress with a white apron, and a hat that she thought looked cute on her. Erica showed her how to use a scanner to check on each patient, and showed her how to enter the information in a database. It all seemed easy. Erica would do the real work, and she was able to wet her feet by entering the information in the database, and running it back and forth to Yoshi to diagnose and plan a proper treatment. She was playing an important part, even if it was administrative, but more than that she felt like she was doing something. Thirty-eight patients and over four hours later, things weren’t nearly as enjoyable. The noonday sun, which seemed so much smaller in the sky than on Earth, was beating down on her, and she had worked up a good sweat throughout her uniform running back and forth, not to mention her feet which were starting to ache, due to a poor choice of shoes. “Terra, take care of this next one, I have to go to the bathroom,” she said, handing Terra the pad. “Are, are you sure?” Terra asked, looking at the brunette girl. She wasn’t pretty as much as she was cute, but that wasn’t why she looked at her. Erica didn’t look much older than fifteen, but she was ordering the place around like a woman twice her age. Not that she was a rude boss, but she was direct with people, and didn’t seem to tolerate incompetence or unnecessary delays. Terra found herself running ragged to keep up with her younger boss’s orders. “Yes, just use the scanner, it’s easy. I showed you about two dozen times,” she waved towards the machine with her hand as she walked towards the door. “But, but what if I, uh, what if I need to ask you a question?” the redhead asked, trying to stop Erica as she went to leave. “Look then just don’t, I’ll just be gone for a couple of minutes, okay? Here they come,” Erica said, flashing a quick smile as she slipped out of the room between the man and younger girl. “Hello, my name is Terra, can you please sit up here?” Terra asked, patting on the table. The room wasn’t exactly a doctor’s office, but it had all the necessary equipment, and most importantly, it was clean. This was the nurse’s office, Nadia was in an operating room, and Yoshi was working in a larger office, going over the scans and making plans for what needed to be done next. Most of these rooms had been modified from their original appearance in a cathedral, and though she didn’t know their purpose she knew that it didn’t seem like a doctor’s office. It wasn’t nearly as bright and white as the lab she had grown up in, nor was it air-conditioned. “Okay,” the tween girl said, as her father lifted her onto the table. “Um, are, are you her father?” Terra asked the older man. “Yes, I am, Emanuel Billingsly, this is my daughter Leigha,” he said, offering his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Terra Byrne. Would you mind filling out the information?” she asked, switching to the medical questionnaire before handing him her pad. “Now, what seems to be the problem?” Terra asked, putting on a wide smile for the girl. Terra guessed her age at twelve, though she lacked the experience most people had in determining age. “Cancer,” Emanuel said grimly. “Oh,” Terra said, taking on a much more serious look. She hadn’t noticed the pallid tone of the girl’s skin, or her gaunt frame before hearing the word exit her father’s lips. “It’s brain cancer,” the girl said solemnly, tapping her head twice with her index finger. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’m going to use this device, it’s called a scanner, and,” Terra said, showing her the machine. “I know what a scanner is lady,” she sighed. She had seen far too many scanners in her twelve years. “Okay. Well this shouldn’t hurt a bit,” Terra held the wireless scanner up to her body, waiting for the computer to activate it. She held it over the girl’s body, hovering just a few inches over it as she covered her head, chest, and limbs. “Okay, now we’ll,” Terra said, watching the screen for a moment. Her eyes flashed as she read the diagnosis. She used every ounce of tact in her body to suppress her anxiety at the outcome. “Um, ex, excuse me, I, I need to take this to the doctor.” “That bad?” Leigha asked morosely. “I, I’m not a doctor. I’m not even a nurse,” Terra said with a nervous smile. “I really should take this to the doctor, uh, please wait here.” She waited until she made it out the door to run to the room that Yoshi was in. She almost burst the door open before remembering to knock. “Come in,” Yoshi said, fishing for his pack of cigarettes. He didn’t like to keep bumming them off of people but he was almost without choices now. He was having a stressful time and he had found his passion for smoking again. Of course not having any money to spend on them hadn’t helped. Whether it was fortunate or not, the people who were ill smoked like chimneys, and there was no better way to get on a doctor’s side than to feed his nicotine addiction. “Yoshi, you have to look at this!” Terra said, holding the pad up to him. “Hmm? What’s…oh,” Yoshi said, examining it quickly. It wasn’t rocket science, after all. The scanner did much of the guesswork for him. “This isn’t good.” “I, uh, is, is it as bad as it looks?” Terra asked. “Well she has…brain cancer,” Yoshi said lightly. “Forgetting the rather large tumor that is embedded deep into her brain tissue, the brain cancer has metastasized. It means the original tumor has broken away and…spread to the rest of her body. Her body has…god, eleven metastatic brain tumors.” “But, but you can help her, right?” Terra asked, her faith starting to tremble. “Uh yeah, I mean probably, yeah. I mean it’s all feasible. There’s nothing there that’s impossible. I’ll have to talk to her when she gets out of surgery. I’m not nearly as good as Nadia is about this. It’s certainly not good, but it’s not nearly as bad as David, but, I think we can work on it,” Yoshi said, putting his cigarettes away for now. He didn’t feel like smoking right now. As he stuffed them into his pocket he caught a positive glimpse from her eyes. He wondered if it were better to give Terra false hope, or if it were better to tell her the truth. But there was a part of him that couldn’t stand to let the girl cry. “Oh, how, how is David? I haven’t seen Nadia all morning,” Terra asked, forgetting about Leigha for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t think she’s done, it takes a while, she’s doing this in steps, trying to get it all done at once,” he said, checking the clock and wondering if he was allowed a lunch break. Or a lunch. “How was Dr. Edgewise?” Terra asked, mistaking the look. “Hmm? Oh, he’ll be fine. The girl overstated things. He’s got a couple broken ribs, another cracked one, and a lot of bruises and aches. There was some internal bleeding but he’s managed to survive. The body heals slower with age. Old coot tried to grab my ass, I swear I came about this close to breaking his hand,” Yoshi said, shaking his head. He knew this was punishment for a life of playing grab ass and chasing after women. But he had a bigger dick now and looked hotter than any chick he had nailed, so he consoled himself with that. “Oh, okay. I’ve got to get back, uh, can, I mean, if you have the time, do you mind…coming…with me?” Terra asked. She was almost afraid to go back by herself and bear the bad news. “Yeah, okay, then how about we break for lunch?” he asked rhetorically, grabbing what little he had in the room. He didn’t trust people, nor the church, and especially not people in church. He followed Terra into the examination room, changing his lips into a wide smile. “Well hello there, what’s your name?” Yoshi asked, offering his hand to the girl. “Leigha,” she answered. “Well that’s a pretty name Leigha, my name is Mori Yoshi, but you can call me Yoshi. This must be your father. It’s so nice to meet you,” he said, really laying it on thick. “Is it that bad?” she asked. She had seen a lot of doctors, and she knew the cardinal rule, usually the nicer they were the worse the news was. “Well I’m going to be honest with you, things aren’t great right now,” Yoshi was afraid he might give the girl diabetes if he sugarcoated it any further. “We’re a little cramped right now but I would really appreciate it if you would stay here for further observation, so that we can hopefully take care of this as quickly as possible. Would that be okay?” “Yes, when do I see the doctor?” Leigha asked. She watched with some amusement the reaction on Yoshi’s face. “I AM a doctor, little girl,” Yoshi managed to hold his anger inside of himself. “I’m going to consult with my colleague, Dr. Bodarko, and hopefully we’re going to take care of you as soon as possible. Until then, we’ll get you settled in just a little bit.” “Hello, oh hi doctor, how’s everything?” Erica asked, stepping in. She could feel the awkwardness in the room. “Something’s wrong,” Leigha said, shaking her dirty blond hair past her shoulders. “No, we’re just going to keep Leigha here for a little bit for observation,” Yoshi said, holding the door open. “I’m going to take a lunch break, maybe you can provide the necessary accommodations?” “Of course. Lunch has already been ordered, and should be here shortly,” Erica said, nodding. “Oh, good,” Yoshi said, a bit taken aback, “What is it?” “Salads, no doubt,” Erica said, making notes on the pad. “Well, food is food,” Yoshi said, opening the door. “Yes, just go out and ask someone, they should let you know. You too Terra, I’ll finish up here and get something to eat later,” Erica said, turning to the two. “Okay, it was nice meeting you two,” Terra said, trying to smile politely as she stepped out of the room, following Yoshi to the closest parishioner. The hallway was large, leading to many wooden doors with various uses. It was busy, with people shuffling in and out, for reasons beyond medicine. “Uh hey, excuse me,” Yoshi said to one of the numerous church attendants acting like doctors, “Has lunch showed up?” “Certainly, Yoshi right?” he asked, checking a list on his pad. “And Terra Byrne,” Yoshi said, licking his lips. He didn’t care that much for salad, but he had worked up an appetite. “Breaking for lunch?” Teralyn asked, stepping down from the staircase and into the back hallway where Terra and Yoshi waited to eat. “Yes, your Eminence,” Terra said with a bow. “I was about to eat myself, would you care to join me?” she asked, adjusting the heavy hat covering her white hair. “It would be an honor,” Terra said, wide eyed. “I’ll pass, thanks. Where’s lunch?” Despite himself, Yoshi was trying to behave. “We serve meals to everyone in the nave, but for those who are busy doing the Lord’s work, lunch is prepared for them. A small favor for those doing a larger one,” Teyalyn said, waving her arm around the corner. Terra peered around and saw an older man with a motorized push cart filled with cardboard boxes. “Joseph, three please.” “Alright, here you go,” he said, picking up three of the boxes and handing them to the Pope. “Hope you like it, nice fresh veggies today.” “I’m sure it will be great, thank you Joseph. Terra, please,” Teralyn said, leading her towards the stairs. “I’ll see you later Yoshi,” Terra said, waving her hand. “Yeah, sure,” he grumbled, opening the box. A decent sized garden salad with croutons and bread on the side. It wasn’t his favorite, but it would have to do. Anything would feel good before a cigarette. He craved a t-bone steak like a starting man. “So Terra, how do you think about our Cathedral?” Teralyn asked as she shuffled her old body up the stairs. She didn’t have the same vigor she used to, but she was too stubborn to resort to the elevator, not yet. “It’s nice,” she said, smelling the salad. She could practically taste the freshness. “But, um…” “What is it my child?” she asked, opening the door to her office and leading the younger girl to her sanctum sanctorum. “Well, I’ve been wondering the same thing since I arrived,” Terra said, closing the door behind her as she admired the office. Even without the adornments it was an impressive room. A large marble desk in the center, with large chair behind it, etched with a crucifix. On the side, under glass was an original Gutenberg Bible printed on vellum, but otherwise the room was bare of ornamentation. “Please, sit my child,” Teralyn said, holding her hand out as she removed her hat, setting it on the desk alongside her lunch. It was a burden, and one that weighed heavily on her head. Yet it was the one she had chosen. “Thank you. I just didn’t understand why there’s a hospital in a church,” Terra said, sitting down in the chair. It was nice for her to rest her legs, and the seat was almost too comfortable. She had to sit up in it or else she feared she might start to fall asleep. “Nuns have acted as nurses for the better part of a millennium my child. Churches were considered safe zones, areas which would not be brought into harm by either side, no matter their religious beliefs. Even in times of war, people would respect the house of the Lord. So they became hospitals, and the nuns would tend over the soldiers, while the priests would Anoint of the Sick, and when the wounds were too extensive, administering Last Rites. During the First World War and later, nuns would often get closer and closer to the battlefield, to offer better help to the soldiers. Of course, they wouldn’t refuse help to a single person, no matter what side they fought for,” Teralyn said, opening her cardboard box of lunch. “And so, as time went on, the role of God’s servants had somewhat diminished on the battlefield, as the need was lessened through advances in health care. However, once Mars was colonized, things were different. There wasn’t the same health infrastructure that Earth had, not by a long shot. And so the founders of the Cathedral used the tithing that they received to invest into medical equipment necessary to the well being of the people. Of course,” Teralyn said with a smile, adjusting her glasses, “I’m sure your friend Yoshi will be the first to point out that it would be easier to find God if his servants are helping save you or a loved one from illness.” “Oh, I, I’m sorry about him, I mean her, she uh,” Terra said, looking down at her salad as she mashed the lettuce with her fork. “Terra, do not worry about her. I understand the resentment of some people about the Church. It took far too long for the Church to change. They were stubborn accepting the world, and the world’s people rebuked it. I will not make an apology for something I did not do, but I understand the resentment. I have no desire to force her to seeing the way I see things. But there’s no need to get into that. I’m sure you didn’t come to hear a series of boring history lessons,” Teralyn said with a short smile as she took a bite of the salad. “No, I find it interesting,” Terra replied, fishing her fork around the salad. It was good, and she was hungry, but she couldn’t help but worry about other things. “In fact, hospitals themselves were started in no small part thanks to the Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of St. John of Jerusalem, a holy order ordained by Papacy that practiced medicine both on the battlefield and to pilgrims traveling to the Holy Land during and after the first Crusade. Of course that was about fifteen hundred years ago, but,” Teralyn said, noticing her guest seemed to be lost in thought. “Is everything alright Terra?” the Pope asked, shaking the redhead from her daydream. “Oh, yes, why do you ask?” she said, catching Teralyn’s eyes. “Because you’ve been playing with the same cucumber for about five minutes,” she said, putting down her plate. “I’m sorry, it’s just, there’s someone who’s under surgery, and I,” Terra sighed. “It’s quite understandable my child. David Tracy, if I recall his name, is he your boyfriend?” she asked, watching with some amusement the blush forming on Terra’s face. “N-no, I mean, he’s a friend, and he’s a boy, but we’re not, I mean we haven’t, we aren’t, uh,” Terra stammered. “Relax Terra, please, you’re going to tire this old body with laughter,” Teralyn said, unable to stifle her enjoyment. “I take it you two aren’t together, exactly?” “No, we’re not, Terra said, taking a bite of a grape tomato. “Well it’s a shame. You two seemed a great couple, perhaps at some other time. I can tell that there’s a great friendship between you two. He is lucky to have someone so worried about him,” the Pope said, trying to ease the embarrassed girl in front of her. “Sometimes I don’t know if anyone else is concerned about him, even himself,” Terra said, avoiding the look she gave him. “I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject. I don’t peek in on surgeries, but I do hear how things are going, and thus far nothing bad has happened. I don’t pretend to know your friend Nadia nearly as well as you, but she seems a very capable woman. Have faith Terra,” Teralyn said. “Thank you your Eminence,” she replied, nodding her head. “Perhaps you would answer a question for me, and if it’s too personal, then by all means, forgive an old fool. But what exactly brings you here?” she asked. “I’m looking for someone, my mom,” Terra said, remembering what Nadia had told her about not telling people the real reason they were here. “Maybe I can help you, I don’t have a vast information network, but I could send a message to the Bishops to try to locate her,” she offered. “I don’t think it would help Teralyn, please, don’t concern yourself with it,” Terra said carefully. “I understand my child. Do you know where she is?” the pope asked. “No, I don’t know Mars at all, I just got here,” Terra said honestly, realizing her mistake. “You don’t know Mars…just got here?” Teralyn said, waiting a moment before she recognized the situation. “How did you come to Mars then?” “I, I can’t. I’m sorry, I don’t want to lie, but I can’t tell you why. Please, believe me,” Terra said. “I believe you, and I won’t say anything. We who listen to confession are good about keeping secrets. Though you do give an old woman many things to consider. I was rather surprised to find a true believer whom I had never heard of before. It is a rare enough thing these days,” she said, trying to put Terra at ease. She could tell that she had ruffled her feathers. “I, I guess I am,” Terra said cautiously. “I didn’t mean to presume but you seemed to be a Catholic,” Teralyn said, taking another bite of her salad. “Few non believers would give someone of my stature the respect you have shown.” “Oh yes, I mean, I think. My family is Catholic, and I’ve read the bible, I even have my family bible with me,” Terra said, happy to change the subject. “Well that is wonderful,” the Pope answered, watching the girl ease in front of her. “When were you baptized?” “Baptized?” Terra asked hesitantly. “Yes, were you not baptized as a child?” she asked. “Oh, no, I mean, there just wasn’t time,” Terra said, knowing it was a half lie. She still felt obligated to keep the secrets she swore that she would. “There wasn’t time?” Teralyn asked, before dropping the question. She had already worried the girl enough for the moment. “I, I mean I could get baptized,” Terra said, mistaking the look and silence. “Of course you can my child, but that’s your choice. Baptism is of course one of the most important sacraments of the Church, as with communion and confession,” Teralyn said, trying to gauge Terra’s look. She was as easy to read as a book. “I never…had communion…or confession either…” Terra said quietly. “My child, there is no shame in this. What you do with your life is, as I said, your own choice. Should you choose to do it, well, you are in the right house. But for now I am afraid I’ve been a poor host, and I’ve left you leaving my office in a worse state than that which you entered. I apologize, but I must be going,” Terylan said, standing up. “Oh, oh it’s already time to start again?” Terra asked, peeling her body from the chair. “Yes I’m afraid it is,” Teralyn donned her hat once more. “Okay, thanks for lunch,” Terra said, stuffing the last mouthful of croutons into her mouth. She chewed carefully as the Pope stepped next to her. “Terra, you are a beautiful and caring person. You will find your way in life, but you must be the one to find it. If you choose to consecrate your belief in God, we will be here for you. But don’t do it because you feel obligated to. The way of the Lord is not to browbeat, it is not to force. We will accept you even if you were as rude as your friend Mori Yoshi. Do what you feel you must, but do not let your time here sway your beliefs. You will find yourself in time,” She said, taking Terra’s hand into hers. “Thank you,” Terra mumbled, closing her eyes from the noonday sun. She choked up slightly, saying, “I won’t forget it.” * “Well well Giselle, come in, come in,” he said, opening his door. Out of habit he checked the exit. He didn’t expect Giselle to bring a tail, it was more habit than actual concern, but one never knew. He hadn’t gotten this old by being rash. Not with the usual people he would be associated with. People like Giselle Gabriel. “Thank you doctor,” Giselle said, sitting down at the table. His apartment was a small one, but it was on the more peaceful side of town. It was dingy and dirty, and needed the work of a woman talented in cleaning, or a man who was concerned enough to do so, not that there were many left. But since his wife passed nearly three years ago he lived alone in his dusty apartment, doing his daily routines. “Oh Giselle, I’m not in practice anymore. I’ve known you forever. I was there when Davis spanked your backside for crying out loud. Well you were anyway. Call me Ake,” he said, pulling his chair out. “Can I get you something? I’m afraid I don’t have many house guests these days, but I’ve managed to find a tea that’s decent, keeps the vigor in these old bones.” “Oh no, don’t worry about it Ake, I’m fine,” she said, watching the older man slink into his chair. She remembered him when she was growing up, he was a tall dark giant. Now he seemed so frail, the white hairs poking out of the dark skin, making him appear just a faded shadow of his former strength. “Still been in space?” he managed to keep some tabs on his former patients. At least the few he liked. “Don’t remind me,” she said rolling her eyes. “So what brings you to my hole in the wall so late this afternoon? I’m sure it’s not to have a cup of tea with an old fool and reminisce about bad times,” he said with an impish grin. “I wish I had the chance to come on a social call Ake, but I’m afraid I need your professional help,” she watched the look on his face. She couldn’t get a read on him now, and cold reading was always one of her strengths. “I’m too old to mend bones Giselle. There’s got to be a dozen doctors who can help you, and I’m sure you and your buddies who like to play army must know at least a couple people out there,” he sighed. “I haven’t spoken with anyone in the resistance, except Erraticus. And he doesn’t know anything either. In fact he hoped that bringing me along might help him find them,” she didn’t like being a pawn, especially in the hands of someone as incompetent as him, who wanted another source of food, or knowing him, preferably liquor. “Well there’s a doctor at the church, go bother him. Besides, you look fine, in fact it looks like you’re the healthiest I’ve seen you in, well, ever,” he thought, noticing her complexion. He knew his eyes weren’t going, but she even looked younger. And most people who came back from space looked much the worse for it. “Look, Dr, Ake, I need your help. And more importantly, I need someone like you who I know is discrete. There’s something inside of me, I don’t think it’s bad, hell I don’t know what it is. But I want to find out. And I can’t do that without your help. I can’t go to a normal doctor, they’re just going to say I’m fine and let me go,” she tried to explain. “There’s…something in you? Are you sure you’re okay Giselle?” he asked cautiously. Those who had been in space for a long period sometimes exhibited signs of paranoia, hallucinations, and other mental psychoses. “Look Ake I’m fine. I just need your help. I can’t explain it, because I don’t know what it is really. You’re the only person I trust to help me with something like this,” she said, touching his hand. “More importantly, I’m one of the only people in town who’s got their own private scanner,” he said looking away. “Ake, you know it’s not like that,” she said slowly. “I know Giselle I know, but it helps,” he said, taking her hand in his own for a moment. “But I’m afraid it’s not a matter of wanting to help. I simply can’t.” “What do you mean you can’t?” she didn’t expect this. “The Martian government is looking into every watt spent. As I’m sure you know, those scanners eat up quite a bit of electricity,” he hadn’t worried about electricity in the past, even though he was not being a wealthy man. What was needed to get the job done was needed, that was enough in his mind. As long as a human life was saved there was no net loss. But it wasn’t up to him now. “You have no idea,” she said, remembering her short stay in the brig. “So you see I’m afraid I can’t do it,” he said, giving her an apologetic look. “You were never caught doing anything, why would it matter if you use the scanner? It’s not like the Martians are out looking for you,” she said, not ready to give up on this yet. “No, they’re not. They’re not looking for you either, but I’m sure that you’ve taken your own precautions, haven’t you?” he asked rhetorically, pausing before going on. “No, it’s not just being cautious. They’re looking out for anyone now, arresting whomever they want for whatever reason they want. And I’m more concerned that these days with everyone sick they’re going to try to take anyone who knows anything about medicine and force him into a hospital. I told them I retired but if I start seeing people they’re not going to ignore it. The only reason that they let the cathedral use their scanner is because they’re doing the work for them, and don’t think that they’re not keeping an eye out there either. Giselle, I, I’ve laid down the tools some time ago. For you, a simple scan, yes, I would do that. But, after everything, I just can’t, not anymore,” he said with a sigh. “But what about generators? Or batteries? I’ve seen you use them before,” once some time ago she had to have her arm mended after an unpleasant time with some of the Martian police. The Resistance had a mobile hospital set up in a derelict building and…long story short, she was able to get the scan, and after two months she was about the same. “Oh Giselle, the generators would bring the entire neighborhood down on me. They’re louder than the end of the world, and the government still pays people to snitch for them. And I can’t afford those batteries. The government confiscated all of the batteries. The only place that has them is the military base. I’m afraid you’re going to have to find someone else,” he said, watching the idea form on her face. He hated that. “What if I could get you those batteries, would you be able to do it then?” she was already forming a plan in her mind. “Giselle, Giselle, what is it that’s got you so worked up that you’re going to risk yourself? That’s not your style, you’ve always been a much more thoughtful,” he wasn’t a rube, he knew what Giselle did for a living, even if he didn’t know the specifics. He had helped her along on more than one occasion. She was an information officer, a spy, not some type of common street thug. He didn’t agree with what she did, but he didn’t want her endangering her life for no reason either. This kind of reckless action was the cause of her brother’s death. “How many batteries would you need? What type?” Giselle asked. He sighed and got up, walking towards the scanner he hid in his closet. He knew that by now she was beyond considering it. He just hoped that she would be successful. Or at least remember the right kind of batteries. * Sergio grunted, he hadn’t gotten more than a couple hours sleep on a bar stool, and that was half a day ago. Now he had close to ten times more drinks than hours of sleep in him. He would need it for what he had to do next. It was all the worse that he could barely see in the waning light of the sun. “Cheap gov’ment won’t even put on the fuckin’ street lamps,” he mumbled under his breath. He banged on the door once before clutching his aching head. He tried the doorbell next. The last time he was here he had a scanning security system put in place. By now she should know exactly who it was. So what the hell was taking her so long? “What the hell do you want?” came the gruff and angry voice from the small house, sandwiched between houses of identical build. She opened the door a crack, examining him. “Honey, I’m home,” Sergio said, pushing the door wide open and walking past her. He almost dropped on the floor of the living room before realizing that she had moved the couch. Unfortunately for him she had moved it out with the trash, so he had to fall onto a less than comfortable chair for the moment. “Oh and just what the hell are you doing here all of a sudden?” she asked angrily. “I’m back, you could show a little appreciation,” he said, trying to take his coat off. It wasn’t easy and the chair became more and more comfortable the longer he sat in it, so he quickly gave it up. He would just be hot. “Oh, I could show you some appreciation? You good for nothing lowlife. You’ve been gone in space for over a year, you didn’t call, you didn’t send a message, you sure as SHIT didn’t send me a single dollar, and all of a sudden you show up drunk and expect me to appreciate you? You’re lucky that I put up with your bullshit!” she shouted, just for the sake of giving him a headache. “Oh and I suppose the whole time you’ve been a choirgirl, sitting around and waiting for me dutifully?” he asked sarcastically, sitting up. He knew this wouldn’t end right. He just wished he had his old couch, the comfy blue one with the pull out air mattress. “Yes Sergio while you’ve been gone floating about space like the drunken retard that you are, I’ve been sitting around waiting for what exactly? This? A fat drunken piece of crap like you to show up on my doorstep and pass out?” she had a fiery passion, that was what attracted Sergio to her in the first place. “Oh if that isn’t the big fat drunken pot calling the kettle black!” he shouted back at her. “And don’t forget it’s my doorstep, I’m the one who paid for it!” “You haven’t paid for shit in a year, you’ve been more worried about your stupid ship and your little delusions of grandeur, like your Horatio Hornblower in space. Well blow it out your ass you little fucking weasel!” she wagged her fat finger in his face. “Oh and just what the hell have you been doing? I’d need a fucking turnstile to know how many men have fucked you while I’ve been out!” he spat back. “Well maybe if you spent a second actually being on the goddamned planet, I wouldn’t need to find some real men who actually give a damn!” she wasn’t about to have any of that. “Oh that’s right, you just play the same song over and over again. ‘Oh boo hoo Sergio’s away doing all of the fucking work, while I have to sit at home and try to get some new trick drunk enough to fuck me but not so drunk he can’t get his dick up’. Well excuse me honey but I had to evade fucking Martians, a core meltdown, a crash landing, and a five- kilometer run through the desert, just to get here!” “And what was it all for Sergio? Don’t you ever fucking get it? You don’t do this for the money you do it for fun! Where’s my fun? What’s in it for me? A husband who’s gone for a year at a time? Wondering every day if you’re alive, or if you’re ever going to come back? Managing to scrimp together every last penny to try to keep the lights on?” she wanted to cry. No, she wanted to beat him, badly, and then she wanted to cry. “I’ve already paid for everything, and the only way you’ve paid for anything is the government doling out money because your first husband died,” he said sourly, not wanting to bring up that whole…thing into the conversation. “And what do I come home to when I do get back? A cheating wife? A dirty house that a dog wouldn’t live in?” “Oh that’s right Sergio,” she said, clapping sarcastically, “It’s all my fault. Well you just keep that act up. I’m sure you’ll be floatin’ off in another couple of days anyway, so who really fucking cares. I’ll have you know I was just about to head out anyway. Enjoy the changes to the house. I sold that shitty couch of yours to pay the bills. There’s a floor if you’re tired.” She said, grabbing her purse. “A floor? I’m going to sleep in my fucking bed!” he announced angrily. “Do whatever the fuck you want, if you’re even here when I get back!” she shouted, opening the door. “Do me a favor and try not to bring home another drunken piece of shit to fuck when you get back!” he shouted, getting up and walking towards the kitchen. “Why would I have to go out and find a drunk piece of shit when I’ve got one right here?’ she asked, slamming the door shut. “Well at least make sure he pays you the five dollars to swallow, you no good whore!” Sergio screamed, loud enough so that she could hear it outside. “Oh yeah,” she said, opening the door. “The dog’s dead!” she shouted seconds before slamming it shut. “Son of a bitch,” Sergio said, pulling the coat off and throwing it over the chair. He walked into the kitchen, at least that hadn’t changed. Opening the refrigerator door he saw a picture of him and his wife decorating it on the changing picture screen he had bought her as a gift years ago. Back then she was a young woman, happy and healthy, and he was much the same. The years hadn’t been kind to either of them, but then again neither had been kind to each other. Still the graying hair where there had once been jet black aged her more than he thought, and he knew that the cigarettes she smoked had cranked her pale skin into wrinkles. Not to mention the rapidly expanding waistlines on each. The image disappeared, changing into another and the memory vanished along with it. He looked down and saw a large bottle of vodka, and a turkey leg. Food before spirits, and once he wolfed the leg down he prepared himself to crack the bottle. The way he figured it she would come home, drunk, he’d be drunk, and they’d find a way to patch things up. They always did, at least when they were drunk. “Be it ever so humble,” he said, thinking about his wife Vesna, “There’s no place like home.” * “We’re done here,” Nadia groaned. “Are you sure?” Jeremy, her nurse for the day, asked. “There’s nothing more we can do for him,” she said, pulling the blanket up over him. “Then you mean?” he asked nervously. “Yes, it’s a complete success. Both tumors have been extracted, and his leukemia is all but gone now,” Nadia said, stretching her arms out. She looked at the jar next to David, where the two black tumors floated ominously. “At least he’ll have a souvenir.” “Really?” Jeremy asked, removing the mask around his mouth. “No, I’m sure it will be destroyed, medical waste and all of that. We’ll keep him a few days for observation, but he looks like he’ll be just fine,” Nadia said, snapping her neck. She had been sore all day, and over ten hours of surgery hadn’t helped. “Well, there’s a room that we’ve used in the past, it shouldn’t be too difficult to keep him there until he’s able to get up on his own,” he said, pulling off his scrubs. “Sounds like a plan,” she said, patting him on the back. She watched with amusement the look on his face. He had been more squeamish than she would have expected, until she learned that this was his first open surgery. “Coming in tomorrow?” “Yes, why?” he asked, stretching out. “I haven’t checked yet, but I’m sure there are plenty more people who are going to need work. I could use your help,” she answered, wondering what his response would be. “Oh, yeah, sure,” he nodded. “Make the proper arrangements, and go get yourself a meal and a night of rest. Thank you for the help Jeremy, you did great,” she said, pausing before adding, “for your first day.” “Thanks. It’s a bit of a change to see it done right up in front of me,” he said, holding the door open as he exited. “Good night.” “Night Jeremy,” Nadia said, waving at him. She barely had an opportunity to stretch before she saw Terra bounding towards her, ducking quickly through the hallway between the people and obstacles in her path. “Nadia,” Terra said, stopping on a dime right in front of him. “How’d it go?” “The tumors have both been extracted, and his leukemia is in remission,” she said, watching the confusion on her face. “He’s gonna be fine,” Nadia said. The tension poured out of Terra like a deflating balloon. “Oh that’s so great Nadia, I’m so happy!” Terra said, smiling from ear to ear. She grabbed Nadia in front of everyone in a big bear hug. “Thanks Terra, I’m happy to have done it,” Nadia said, a little shocked by Terra’s actions. Terra wasn’t the most reserved person, but she wasn’t usually so direct either, especially in public. “Can I see him?” she asked eagerly. “No, I’m afraid not right now. He’s under sedation, I mean he’s sleeping. He did just go under some major surgery, after all. He should be awake tomorrow, and up and moving in a couple days.” Nadia tried to untangle herself from Terra’s grasp. She didn’t look strong, but the nanobots gave her the grip of an Olympic weight lifter. “Oh, I see,” Terra said, her voice tingled with a note of disappointment. “Come on Terra, let’s get something to eat, and get some sleep,” Nadia said, smelling the lingering aroma of dinner. “I already ate,” Terra said sheepishly. “Oh, okay,” Nadia hadn’t planned on that. “But, I got dinner for you,” Terra said, pointing behind her at a box on an otherwise empty stand, the type that looked like it would have held something expensive like a vase or a statue. “Anything good?” Nadia asked, shuffling towards the box. “Roasted garlic fries and a portabella mushroom burger,” Terra said. Nadia gave a disappointed look that wasn’t missed by her. “Well, I want to change and relax for a bit,” Nadia said, opening the cardboard box and taking a big bite of the burger. It wasn’t bad for a vegetarian meal. She led Terra to their shared room, trying to politely wave to people and acknowledge them as she wolfed down her burger. Finally the two arrived at their room. Terra nearly collapsed on the bed from pure exhaustion, only kicking off the shoes. Nadia turned the television onto some boring and extremely biased news report as she shoveled the last of the fries down her throat. She went to the restroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth, catching herself in the mirror. In a day she had gone back to the grind of working at a hospital. She had the same feelings she always did, the same jitters, second thoughts, and exhaustion at the end of the day. She only wished she had her normal glass of wine to drink. She watched her sly grin in the mirror, realizing that the only reason she ever wanted that drink was because she then lacked what she now had. Someone to come home to. “Hey Terra,” Nadia said, entering their bedroom. She slowly crept onto the bed, leaning her head next to the redhead. She whispered seductively in her ear, “You look nice in that nurse’s uniform, I think I have a growth you can help me with.” Terra’s reply was short and simple. A loud snore, and a breath reeking of garlic fries. Nadia sighed theatrically, falling onto the bed next to her. She kicked off her shoes and stood up, finding the remote. There was nothing interesting on and she wasn’t in much of mood. It was getting late, but she was full of restless energy. She began undressing, realizing just how much of an odor she had worked up. The cathedral was clean, but it wasn’t a hospital, and that meant that one of the nicer amenities, central air, was noticeably absent. She looked at Terra one more time, wondering if the girl might stir in the waning rays of the evening sun, before giving up and turning around back into the bathroom, where she removed her bra and boxer shorts, throwing them into a small pile. Nadia had spent enough time in space to be thankful for a hot shower, and the time to enjoy it. Unlike Sofrito’s bar, the cathedral seemed to have enough hot water for her to feel clean, as opposed to just not dirty. And there was a sizeable difference, at least in her mind. Whomever the last person who lived in the room was, he had stocked an ample supply of hygiene products, though they were mostly masculine in nature. Still, soap and shampoo was better than plain water. She activated the electronic display, setting the temperature to a thirty eight degrees Celsius, which she knew was a comfortable and even one hundred degrees Fahrenheit. She liked a hot shower, but she couldn’t just jump into it all at once. She dangled a few of her ivory fingers into the water, feeling the heat pouring off the beads of water. It had warmed plenty, and checking the door to make sure it was locked, she slipped into the shower, enjoying the sheets of hot water that intermittently sprayed her skin. She threw her head back, enjoying the water pouring over her face, washing away the days built up tension and frustration. Working as a physician had too many memories, both good and bad. The fantastic times of witnessing the miracle of birth, of saving an otherwise hopeless patient. The gut wrenching moments of watching a child die in front of her, and of having to go back to the parents and tell them that their only child had expired. ‘No, not now,’ she said, opening her eyes, watching the thin veins of steam begin to rise. She turned the dial up another few degrees, feeling the noticeable difference in heat. It only took a couple of moments for her body to be accustomed to the steaming liquid. The shower was perfect, except for one small and trivial matter. It was simply a shower, and Nadia would have loved nothing more than to enjoy a nice steamy bath. Perhaps a couple of scented candles, a glass or two of chilled red wine, and some dark chocolate would just about make her day. She sighed, knowing that it would not be, but she could dream, after all. Her eyes glanced onto the top of the shower stall, catching through the mist the glint of something metallic. At first she was concerted it was some type of monitoring device, a camera or a scanner, and proceeded to cover herself. She reached up suspiciously, nearly cutting herself as the razor blade dropped harmlessly into the small puddle of water down near the drain. She ran her hand across the plastic of the stall again, until she found the razor itself. The only other thing she indulged in beyond chocolates and vino was her weekly shaving ritual. And while she used a cream on her legs, she saved her razors for another area of her body. Before Terra her bed had long been absent. Indeed the only reason she had ever shaved in the first place was a vain attempt to satisfy her ex husband, who never seemed to appreciate her efforts. Still it was a weekly rite, one that she enjoyed for many a reason, not the least of which was her own manipulations of her body not involving the razor. She picked up the blade, recognizing through the steam and the mist that it was actually a replacement cartridge for the razor now in her hand. There was an already used one in the razor, but with the simple press of a button she extracted the old cartridge, and only needed to snap on the new one. She eyed it suspiciously, wondering if perhaps it were safe. She had used a special formula designed to prevent cuts and razor burn, especially those on her most private of areas. ‘But if I get a nick or razor burn, the ‘bots will take care of that, won’t they?’ she mused wickedly, leaning her body back up against the wall. She peered between her breasts, still unaccustomed to the larger size, down towards the tuft of hair now sitting on her pubic mound. In her life she had only once worried about shaving above her new found phallus. It wasn’t a matter of difficulty, but more a matter of interest and discovery. The razor glided across her skin, aided by the gel on the head of the razor. The thick trees of her nether hair were chopped by the four blades of the edge, leaving behind no nicks or burn, but clean hairless white skin. Holding her left breast in one hand she gazed for a moment, blowing the steam from her eyes to clear a path for her vision. She had hastily achieved a better shave in a few short moments, than what normally took her nearly ten minutes. She ran her fingers over the skin, admiring her work. There were no lingering tufts of black hair remaining above her manhood. She thought her job done before peering further down. She had never shaved herself so far south before, and realized she had neglected shaving the curly hair poking up from her cutis pouch. She leaned her head over further, craning her neck as far as it would go as she tried to isolate and slice every last remaining line of hair. It was a more difficult job than it would seem. Just as she thought she had cleaned one area she would move her hand and find another strand of hair just waiting to be removed. She then came up with what she considered a brilliant idea. She pumped the shaft of her cock, feeling the blood rush towards it. The near scalding water had already encouraged the blood flow, and Nadia was a woman who could easily elicit arousal within her body. She watched with some perverse delight as her penis grew in her hand. She had been with men before, and enjoyed the growth of their penises, but it was different. Hers was on another level. Instead of growing from a few inches to six or seven, hers grew from over four inches to a foot long, easily. The penis grew further and faster, she could feel every drop of water flick the delicate head, drain down the sensitive shaft, before dripping off of the quickly tightening balls. In one hot moment the head poked through her soaked breasts, a bead of white precum making the exclamation point for a moment before being washed away down to the floor. She didn’t want to waste the time, and with a few short and skillful slips of her hand quickly removed any remaining hairs, at least that she could detect. She had grown an erection to simplify cutting the hair. She looked proudly down towards her newly shaven sex, before realizing that she was looking vainly at the size and girth and not how clean she had trimmed it. Her weekly ritual involved one other aspect, one that she hadn’t had the opportunity to enjoy in some time. Every Friday night after a glass or sometimes a bottle of wine she would let her fingers do the work, dancing her tips across her sex as she enjoyed a weeks’ worth of pent up sexual release. She smiled, checking the door again. There was no sign or indication that Terra was going to be up tonight. She soaked her face for a moment, to unstick the slowly drying brown hair that had caked on top of her breasts. She pushed it back behind her neck, and turned the water up another notch. A near breathless coo escaped her lips as the steam gathered even thicker. She could taste the water with every inhale, and blew a line of mist with every exhale. She started slowly, grasping her left breast in her hand. She slowly rolled the tender skin of her nipple between her index finger and thumb, enjoying the growing thunder of pleasure that rumbled inside of her. She had almost gotten used to having the larger breasts, engorged as they were they looked so very arousing on her body. Her nipples, small and pink, had grown the firmness of diamonds, and as beads of water pegged her intermittently, she could feel another wetness forming, this one not due to any water pipe. She raised her right leg into a ledge reserved usually for shampoos or soaps. She reached down through the mist, feeling her body as though she were in pitch-blackness. She knew her body all too well, letting her fingers dance past the taunt skin of her family jewels and down below to where her oft neglected womanhood lie. She gulped, her lips suddenly becoming dry, as her body was wet with lust. She teased the outer lips of her soaked snatch, feeling her own juices mingle with that of the showerhead that danced about her lips, firing her with a passion to explore further. In the same manner she had played with her nipple, she did so with her clit, easily sticking out an inch from its sheath. It sent vibrating jolts of pleasure throughout her body as she masterfully manipulated her body like only a woman knew how. She could feel a swelling of desire, an outburst of orgasmic delight building up within her. That’s when she peered down, seeing through the now deep mist the head of her cock emerging through her cleavage. Her left hand nudged the mighty shaft as she had aroused the tips of her nipple to a the peak that their pleasure could provide. Abandoning her breast she reached down and firmly gripped the shaft, feeling the burning sensation inside of her grow to another level. Using the hot water as lubrication she pumped the python slowly, her mind almost lost in her slow and deliberate teasing. One hand caressing across her tender inner lips, flicking against the sensitive pleasure center that was her clit, the other building up the desire inside of her cock, the yearning and churning burning desire to explode all of the pent up passion she was waiting for. She leaned her body against the plastic of the shower, feeling her ass be spread by the wall. She was going weak in the legs and couldn’t afford to fall down. Nadia opened her legs even more, awaiting what she could no longer hold back. In one short and speedy motion she pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy, reveling in the sensation. She had been filled many times over by a cock that would be considered inhuman by most women. But then she wasn’t a woman anymore. As she pumped her cock she let that realization pass, working her fingers faster and faster into her body, feeling that pleasure build up. With every pass her thumb glided across her clit, driving her wilder and wilder with desire. She glanced down, watching the white precum drip forth from the head before being washed away by the almost scalding water. She leaned her lips in, taking her cock between her breasts and flicking her tongue on the sensitive head, driving her to new passions. Her hands increased their pace, building from an almost agonizing pace to a fervent feverous once. She absent mindedly synced them together, her hand sliding up to the top of her cock as she pushed her fingers deep into her pussy, and withdrawing her soaked fingers from snatch and drawing her clutching grasp to the base of her cock. Nadia nearly lost her footing and struggled to maintain verticality as her mind exploded in a fiery orgasm that nearly consumed her. Her hands became soaked not from shower water but from the torrential gushing juices from her orgasmic delight. Her cock spasmed in thunderous bursts that shook her whole body. Blasts after blast of sticky white ropes of cum covered the shower, coating it in thick splatters of her baby batter. She was paralyzed by pleasure, her body seizing up with every contraction, synchronized to the beat of her heart. With one last might thrust she felt the strongest convulsion, shaking the last of her sweet sexual fluids from her body. She nearly collapsed, barely able to catch her breath and be still her racing heart. She reached her hand out, cooling the water in the air. As she attempted to regain some semblance of normality as the temperature receded, and the mist began to disperse. After some time, she could not tell how much, she slowly regained her composure. She was prepared to leave before she stared at the wall of the shower, looking at the thick splatters of her cum barely dripping down. She sighed once more, using a combination of the showerhead and her hand to wipe the gunk down. Nadia looked down at the rising water, realizing a moment later that her jizz was too thick to wash down the drain. She tried to water it down, using her big toe to sift through the cum until it finally became unstuck, and all the evidence of her masturbation rinsed down the drain. She stepped out and stretched herself. She was tired. Her legs felt like cooked strands of spaghetti and the sandman had already had already put weights on her eyelids. She dried herself quickly and put on a tank top and shorts before leaving the bathroom. Terra was still on the bed, sleeping in her dress. Nadia considered waking her to change, but there was no good in it. She could sleep and wake early, and change then. 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