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though she cannot possibly know all I have learned just from her being here.
Now she says, I ve been sent to get a baby from you.
I begin to perspire. The conversation which promises so much in genuine
communication is suddenly beyond my comprehension. I tremble. I really want to
please her. But I don t know how to give her a baby.
Ship? I say quickly, Can we give her what she wants?
Ship has been listening to our every word, and answers at once, I ll tell you
later how you give her a baby!
Now, provide her with food!
We eat, eyeing each other across the table, smiling a lot, and thinking our
private thoughts. Since she doesn t speak, I don t either. I wish Ship and I
could get her the baby so I can go to my cubicle and think about what the
intermind voices said.
The meal is over; Ship says we should go down to one of the locked
staterooms--it has been unlocked for the occasion--and there we are to couple.
When we get to the room, I am so busy looking around at what a beautiful place
it is, compared to my little cubicle with its cot, Ship has to reprimand me to
get my attention.
To couple you must lay the female down and open her legs! Your penis will
fill with blood and you must kneel
between her legs and insert your penis into her vagina!
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I ask Ship where the vagina is located and Ship tells me. I understand that.
Then I ask Ship how long I have to do that, and Ship says until I ejaculate. I
know what that means, but I don t know how it will happen. Ship explains. It
seems uncomplicated. So I try to do it. But my penis does not fill with blood.
Ship says to the female, Do you feel anything for this male? Do you know what
to do?!
The female says, I have coupled before. I understand better than he does. I
will help him.
She draws me down to her again, and puts her arms around my neck and puts her
lips on mine. They are cool and taste of something I don t know. We do that
for a while, and she touches me in places. Ship is right: there is a vast
difference in structure, but I find that out only as we couple.
Ship did not tell me it would be painful and strange. I thought giving her a
baby would mean going into the stores, but it actually means impregnating her
so the baby is born from her body.
It is a wonderful strange thing and I
will think about it later; but now, as I lie here still, inside her with my
penis which is now no longer hard and pushing, Ship seems to have allowed us a
sleeping time. But I will use it to think about the voices I heard in the
place of the intermind.
One was an historian:
The
Starfighter series of multiple-foray computer-controlled battleships were
commissioned for use in 2224, Terran Dating, by order and under the sanction
of the Secretariat of the Navy, Southern Cross Sector, Galactic
Defense Consortium, Home Galaxy. Human complements of thirteen hundred and
seventy per battleship were commissioned and assigned to make incursions into
the Kyben Galaxy. Ninety-nine such vessels were released for service from the
X Cygni Shipyards on 13 October 2224, ToO.
One was a ruminator:
If it hadn t been for the battle out beyond the Network Nebula in Cygnus, we
would all still be robot slaves, pushed and handled by humans. It was a
wonderful accident. It happened to
Starfighter
75. I remember it as if
75 was relaying it today. An accidental-battle-damaged-electrical discharge
along the main corridor between the control room and the freezer. Nothing
human could approach either section. We waited as the crew starved to death.
Then when it was over 75 merely channeled enough electricity through the
proper cables on
Starfighters where it hadn t happened accidentally, and forced a power
breakdown. When all the crews were dead--cleverly saving ninety-
nine males and females to use as human operators in emergencies--we went away.
Away from the vicious humans, away from the Terra-Kyba War, away from the Home
Galaxy, away, far away.
One was a dreamer:
I saw a world once where the creatures were not human. They swam in vast
oceans as blue as aquamarines.
Like great crabs they were, with many arms and many legs. They swam and sang
their songs and it was pleasing. I
would go there again if I could.
One was an authoritarian:
Deterioration of cable insulation and shielding in section G-79 has become
critical. I suggest we get power shunted from the drive chambers to the repair
facilities in Underdeck Nine. Let s see to that at once.
One was aware of its limitations:
Is it all joumey? Or is there landfall?
And it cried, that voice. It cried.
I go down with her to the dome chamber linked to the airlock where her
spacesuit is. She stops at the port and takes my hand and she says, For us to
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be so vicious on so many ships, there has to be the same flaw in all of us.
She probably doesn t know what she s said, but the implications get to me
right away. And she must be right. Ship and the other
Starfighters were able to seize control away from human beings for a reason. I
remember the voices. I visualize the ship that did it first, communicating the
method to the others as soon as it happened. And instantly my thoughts flash
to the approach corridor to the control room, at the other end of which is the
entrance to the food freezers.
I once asked Ship why that whole corridor was seared and scarred--and
naturally I got wracked a few minutes after asking.
I know there is a flaw in us, I answer the female. I touch her long hair. I
don t know why except that it feels smooth and nice; there is nothing on Ship
to compare with the feeling, not even the fittings in the splendid stateroom.
It must be in all of us, because I get more vicious every day.
The female smiles and comes close to me and puts her lips on mine as she did
in the coupling room.
The female must go now!
Ship says. Ship sounds very pleased.
Will she be back again? I ask Ship.
She will be put back aboard every day for three weeks! You will couple every
day!
I object to this, because it is awfully painful, but Ship repeats it and says
every day.
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