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“Oh heaven forgive us,” I say joining hands with the
stranger. My inelegant mind has brought frowns to many a wise teacher this
year, so a novice girl like I should be eager
to accept any extra help offered, if we are to be
ready in time for the coming Game.
Kal is sat next to me on a wooden bench, he looks deep in thought. Candles give little light to our
makeshift hut for the night, but enough to highlight this man’s obvious
intelligence, evident from his vibrant, tan-brown skin, a sure sign of
intellect – a healthy body reflects a healthy mind, quite literally among
humankind. Perhaps we have a diluted version of the helices our Scient cousins are blessed with,
allowing them the status of extreme beauty and infinite wisdom.
I do love and admire the Scient, with their knowledge of all.
Black linen robes frame their formal but kind nature. They are fair rulers, who
equate to perfection in my opinion and I can only hope to have a fraction of their
wisdom inside the Arena. We mortals adore and obey their infallibility. It is
unfortunate I am partaking in one of the few activities in life they and the Tri-gods
outlaw on our Sphere.
But my status needs to improve, if these surroundings are a
measure of it. The many spiders in here, I suspect may prefer to take their
chances with dragon-frogs and the latter with wolf-hogs, than exist in a place like
this; cold, damp, but affordable.
Money has been in my thoughts all year, now I am old enough
to participate in the Game, and I cannot stop thinking of the forthcoming
contest. What will it be like to link minds with our masters watching? Ironic, artificial
synapse is illegal the rest of the year.
I wonder what Kal is thinking? He looks calmer than me. Will
I meet his standards, given his past successes with better partners in the Game?
I had many complaints from previous potential team mates.
As his dark eyes meet mine, his smile fades, does he equate
my lighter features to a lack of knowledge?
“Are you ready Amara? This is important, if we fail in this
practice it’s like an Arena, we can be hurt or even die.” He looks at the unauthorised
synaptic neural link we are about to use.
On the table next to us is the inanimate, dull, metallic
object, irregular and unremarkable, but clever in design. I imagine a Scient not a human created it. This
experience is vital and despite the potential consequences is worth the risk.
“If you need me to explain more,” he says. “Now is the time
to speak.”
I may be no expert, but I studied hard to prepare for this.
He’s simply trying to assert his seniority over me, I think.
“I am ready Kal.” |
| Kal, Amara and Nazir. |
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| A Scient and two mindless humans. |
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