tall lush grass of the tropical island surrounded the two lovers
in a green canopy as their bodies rhythmically rose and fell to
carnivorous pleasures. The lime-colored birds with the long beaks
and red tipped wings flew overhead as sole witnesses to their
If this were another week, Mavra and Thorpleen would have had
the complete blessing of the high priestess to engage in all sorts
of carnal delights. But on this day, the female known as Mavra
was only permitted to have relations with the man drone named
Doldross. Mavra did not care much for the schedule imposed by
the island's founder. If she were a mainlander she could bond
and permanently unite with any man she saw fit at anytime. Alzabreah
promised her followers that their island home would free them
from the chains of society. Mavra cursed the high priestess for
her hypocrisy as she and Thorpleen came to their climax.
did not have to worry about becoming impregnated by Thorpleen.
He and all the other male drones were genetically engineered to
be nothing more than love slaves.
male drones were only responsible for pleasing the female mate
they were paired with on a rotating schedule. No form of natural
procreation was desired or allowed on the island Alzabreah named
after herself. Alzabreah's followers consisted of a dozen organically
born women from the mainland, which had been colonized by the
Olvids. This species was the only known race in the Quatomic sector
to carry both sperm and eggs in their reproductive organs. Alzabreah
worked diligently for nearly two decades manipulating reproductive
gene sequencing in hopes to eliminate the need for the organic
birthing process. Her dream came to fruition seven years ago when
the first man drone was created with the aid of Alzabreah's highly
innovative in vitro fertilization procedure.
male was the first Olvidian born outside a natural womb. He also
carried with him the dubious distinction of having his entire
destiny mapped out for him in genetic code.
manipulated the unborn drone's genome with the aid of transposensa
shifting type of gene that helped the geneticist rearrange coding
so any one desired trait could become dominant over another. Drones
were therefore designed to possess an insatiable sexual appetite
to appease the lust of the female Olvidians (Alzabreah knew she
could never filter out this nasty compulsion) and a docile nature
to comply with their owner's requirements. These needs generally
consisted of physical labor. Alzabreah wanted her followers to
believe manual labor was beneath them. She also wanted her female
compatriots to be free to pursue academic endeavors. But to her
chagrin, many of her fellow Olvidians devoted an inordinate amount
of time to love making. For this reason, the self-declared high
priestess mandated that the slaves serve each of the females on
a rotating schedule so no female would become too enamored with
any one drone. However, the needs of passion sometimes outweigh
sense and logic. This was the case with Mavra. She wanted her
physical love to belong exclusively to Thorpleen. And more dangerously,
her sexual passion was becoming blurred with unexplained emotional
longings the mainlanders referred to as life partnering.
do you risk your ranking in the New Order to be with me today?"
Thorpleen asked Mavra while getting dressed. "I believe Doldruss
is quite capable of satisfying your longings."
cannot easily explain why you are most pleasing to me," Mavra
began. "However, I have no fear of the high priestess like
would not label my concern as fear. I believe obedience is a better
nodded politely at Thorpleen, indicating she was not offended
by her drone's observation. "You may speak freely,"
comprehension of the Olvidian language seems to be quite limited
and sometimes I wish to become better read as you are. Do all
Olvidian males share this communication problem?"
hesitated before answering. She realized she could not lie to
this drone after spending a moment lost in his gaze.
they do, it is not due to genetic pre-sequencing. Only you and
your fellow drones have been shaped and molded like clay to become
what the New Order wantsor should I saywhat Alzabreah
wants." Mavra tried to stop herself from spilling her concerns
about the future of the New Order but failed miserably. As she
continued to speak to Thorpleen, a dark tone accompanied her.
"I can tell you the one thing I do fear is what direction
we are taking. I recently became aware of circumstances which
may one day lead to our demise."
the trepidation in Mavra's voice, Thorpleen's facial expression
betrayed little concern. It was as if his master had just been
commenting on the island's pleasant weather pattern. Thorpleen
did not attempt to ask what Mavra was alluding to. What's more,
he was not even the slightest bit angry that Alzabreah purposely
designed him to be inferior.
do you wish me to become your permanent servant, Mavra?"
Thorpleen bluntly stated without a trace of doubt.
suddenly stopped thinking about island politics. She allowed a
small smile to flicker upon her sensuous mouth. Her grin expanded
to reveal pearly white teeth and voluptuous lips painted in a
shade of lilac. "I will tell you more in due time, Thorpleen."
Mavra said, placing a finger over her servant's lips. She removed
a chain of violet colored beads from her robe and kissed Thorpleen's
forehead softly before placing them around his neck. The drone
laughed in astonishmenta reaction which would have seemed
odd even if it had came from a naturally bred Olvidian male. Alzabreah
had clearly engineered the drones to think and behave like females.
more than one occasion, the high priestess had spoken critically
of the man's thinking process. She believed the male ego had only
served to cripple communication between the sexes. Females, Alzabreah
reasoned, would be much happier if their male counterparts would
always produce a predictable response. And in this case, the response
was intended to both flatter and deceive. Mavra sensed fear and
reservation in her servant's eyes. Mavra knew this because she
would have behaved in the same fashion. But her lust would not
let her deal with this matter at present. She quickly changed
the subject as pangs of sexual hunger overcame all notions of
you can catch me," Mavra interjected, "you can have
me again." The 23-year-old Olvidian female could not resist
the combination of Thorpleen's bronze-colored skin, slightly slanted
almond-shaped eyes and rippling muscles. Mavra was stimulated
not only by the drone's physical presence but also by a small
voice in the back of her mind. Her reactions had also been ingrained
in herbut without intentional manipulation. Even after their
discussion regarding predisposition, Mavra did not realize her
playful challenge to Thorpleen was a reflex behavior crafted purely
from natural instinct. In a way she had been programmed as wellbut unlike the drone she would never get to meet her maker.
planted a quick kiss on Thorpleen's neck and scurried up a nearby
tree, snickering like a child. Her laughs quickly turned into
mock screams as Thorpleen effortlessly matched her stride for
stride. He grabbed onto her left ankle and pinned her against
the bow of a branch located about halfway up the tree. Swinging
her body to face him, Thorpleen smothered Mavra's mouth in kisses
until her laughter subsided. From this vantage point, the pair
risked being seen by the villagers. But today they would be safe
from unwanted eyes as a loud siren permeated their surroundings.
The wailing continued for several minutes, indicating a crime
had been committed. When Mavra and Thorpleen returned to the village,
they discovered that Alzabreah's sister, Katyana, had been murdered.
* * *
two decades earlier, Katyana lived a quiet but content life on
with her life partner, Jodek. Her older sister, Alzabreah, frequently
reprimanded her about the folly of retaining a life partner.
research has cured countless illnesses and led to the perfection
of neural wave modifiers. We are now at the dawn of a bright future
for all Olvidians and yet you are content to spend your evenings
with a simple fisherman."
can you tell me, Alzabreah, are you happy sleeping in a bed with
no partner? The bright future you speak is more about control
than healing. I work to correct nature's mistakesnot to
re-write its blueprints. I will not apologize nor do I see a need
to defend my affinity for life's simple pleasures to stand taller
in your eyes."
did not press her argument further. She was well aware that acquiescence
was not one of her sister's attributes. If something could be
made better or even more beautiful then Alzabreah was justified
to spend all hours of the day and night working toward that endeavor
like an artist with an easel. Alzabreah chose to be alone because
she would never settle for a partner who was less than perfect.
It seemed that even the pristine beauty of a beach on a spring
day would never satisfy her restless spirit. A slight breeze from
the ocean rippled the two sister's robes as they stood speechless
on the eastern shore of the mainland. Alzabreah knew it would
take more than a mistral wind of inspiration to persuade her younger
sister to abandon her old life. Alzabreah's plan centered around
the small island, which was barely visible on the orange-red horizon.
The burning glow of the vista called out like a siren for Alzabreah.
But Alzabreah did not want to begin her new life without her only
* * *
knocked loud the day that Jodek began to suffer disorientation
and memory loss. Katyana quickly grew suspicious of how quick
her sister came to her aid; however, she kept these feelings shielded
from the external world. Alzabreah offered to operate on Jodek
to cure his malady. She would implant a neural modifier along
the cortex of Jodek's brain. This artificial link would correct
the chemical imbalance responsible for affecting the fisherman's
short-term memory, she maintained. Katyana had little choice but
to accept her sister's proposal. Alzabreah counted on the fact
that her younger sister would make an emotional decision and opt
for the surgery. It would take nearly twenty years for Katyana
to confirm that her sister had done a lot more than just correct
Jodek's memory loss.
accomplished the task with the aid of artificial wave emitters.
She hoped one day that this corrective surgery could be performed
on living organisms without the need for artificial implants.
But the likelihood of this happening on the mainland was unrealistic.
Alzabreah knew the majority of Olvidian settlers frequently voiced
opposition to the selective breeding of livestock. How would they
ever agree to grow the next generation of children in this fashion?
Still, Alzabreah remained undaunted. If necessary, she would convince
one Olvidian at a time to realize her dream.
fisherman recuperated quickly from his operation but distanced
himself emotionally from Katyana at an even faster pace. Bewildered,
Katyana left Jodek and eventually moved back to her parent's hacienda-like
dwelling in the mainland's southwest sector. An unannounced visit
from Alzabreah followed a few months later. The older sister now
had the leverage she needed to convince Katyana to leave for the
* * *
twisted body mingled with the jagged rocks of the island's shoreline.
Tears flowed generously from Mavra's eyes as she surveyed the
scene from above. Alzabreah had charged Doldruss with the murder.
She alleged Katyana was pushed off the edge of the cliff by the
choked down a sob and cried out to the high priestess. "How
can you accuse the drone? He was not designed for disobedience.
What reason would he have for killing your sister?"
can you speak of his innocence? Doldruss confessed to me he was
not in your company this afternoon, Mavra. So now I must deal
with your irresponsible behavior along with my grief."
all due respect, your high priestess, I was not breaking any of
your protocols. I simply did not require the services of Doldruss
and used my own good judgment to allow him a brief respite from
how did you spend your time alone?" Alzabreah accused
her disciple. The high priestess stared at Mavra who broke eye
contact by casting her sights towards the shoreline. "Never
mind, you will provide me with a complete dissertation of this
afternoon's studies at nightfall."
swallowed hard in an attempt to regain her composure and resume
eye contact with the high priestess. She knew Alzabreah had called
her bluff. "I request to suspend the dissertation for this
evening. Tonight I will dance around the fire in respect for your
sister," Mavra proposed.
nodded her head in silent approval. In the background stood a
tall statue depicting the likeness of the high priestess. The
eyes of the statue cast a dubious stare towards the direction
of the mainland. No one but Alzabreah knew its interior had been
equipped to monitor overseas telecommunications. Today, Alzabreah
had made sure no mainlander would ever get a message to the island
* * *
know Alzabreah is behind her sister's death," Mavra confided
to Thorpleen the next day. The drone desperately tried to fathom
his master's accusations. He seemed even more confused then when
Mavra gave him her beads. He traded glances at Mavra secretly
desiring a passionate kiss in place of her serious discourse.
But the drone patiently listened in silence until Mavra finally
conceded that her love interest was simply not capable of understanding.
"It seems programmed responses and comprehension are two
different things, my dear Alzabreah," Mavra quipped
underneath her breath. She wished with all her might that the
high priestess could be here now to hear her silent ranting. "But
you've probably never even taken up with a drone to realize it,"
the angry young woman concluded. Speaking aloud to Thorpleen,
Mavra stated: "I realize you were not genetically designed
to perceive Alzabreah as anything other than the high priestess.
For you, she is your god, your soul and your world. But to me,
she is not above reproach. She is simply an Olvidian, cut from
the same cloth as I was. And I certainly know all too well desire
has clouded my judgment from time to time." Mavra's eyes
opened wide as if she suddenly wanted to take back her last statement.
She grabbed her lover's hand in a fit of panic. "I did not
mean to infer that you are a mistake. In fact, this is all my
fault. I foolishly aligned myself to Alzabreah's teachings and
now must feel shame for wanting to live my life the way I choose.
She promised all of her follower's freedom, but now I see this
women had no concept of this ideal. I painfully must admit she
duped me to believe her future was all about cultivating the perfect
gardena paradise free of weeds. But I now realize the weeds
are often necessary. They serve to make us fully appreciate the
paused a moment, fearing awkward silence. However, Thorpleen's
eyes revealed a simple understanding. "I know you are grateful
to Alzabreah for my creation even though I am flawed and cannot
always understand the eloquence of your speech." Mavra's
fist balled up as anger grew in her belly. She silently cursed
Alzabreah for allowing the drones to suffer the awareness of their
do bless my creation, don't you?" he repeated uneasily.
I do," Mavra replied, blushing. "Still, you deserve
the right to have a family, choose your destiny and pursue any
occupation you wish. I should not be so selfish."
can we remedy this situation?" Thorpleen asked innocently.
need to retrieve a processor Katyana hid in the meadows. I believe
it will reveal Alzabreah's motive for taking her sister's life.
Katyana confided in me the high priestess feared she was losing
control over the order during the last few months. She was not
explicit, but I believe a revelation from her past was threatening
to spread dissension among the followers. I do not doubt Alzabreah
would violate every doctrine of her order to save it. And yes,
Thorpleen, I realize the hypocrisy of the situation."
paused to marvel at how Thorpleen could comprehend any of the
complexities of this dilemma. Here was an individual who had grown
to the age of a 21-year-old Olvidian in the span of eight months.
Alzabreah genetically designed the drones to bypass childhood
so they could serve as workers and love slaves. Each was created
with a rudimentary understanding of language and mathematics.
Higher education was deemed unnecessary. Alzabreah experienced
the intellectual shortcomings of men like Jodek. She theorized
male drones would best serve Olvidian woman as laborers. She in
fact had condemned them to inferior intellectual capabilitythe
one thing she most despised about the Olvidian male. As high priestess,
she would see to it that no man would wastefully consume the life
of a cherished Olvidian female in the name of love. Mavra reasoned
if Alzabreah could willfully condemn all male Olvidians to a life
of ignorance, she was also quite capable of sacrificing her own
sister. Was Mavra correct? Could Alzabreah take the life of Katyana?
The woman was largely responsible for procuring the lifestyle
she now possessed. Without Katyana, Alzabreah may have never found
a way to biologically engineer drones, much less cure Olvidian
ailments with neural modification processors. Still, Alzabreah
believed Katyana was wasting her time curing illnesses. Why try
to correct biological failings, Alzabreah argued, when you could
start from scratch? Genetic mapping would allow the sisters to
create healthy male partners who would never become susceptible
to disease or mental disorders. In vitro fertilization would also
free women from the burdens of physical childbirth.
were all Alzabreah's followers content to spend their days in
study and silent reflection like her? Alzabreah did not take into
account that her Olvidian followers were not genetically designed
to live the contained lives they now experienced on the island.
Olvidian followers still had free will and Mavrato Alzabreah's
horrorwas a prime example.
* * *
first shards of daylight threatened to bring Mavra and Thorpleen's
secret meeting to a close. Mavra knew she would have to devote
a large portion of the new day scouring the meadow for the processor.
But there was also another pressing issue at hand. Mavra felt
a wave of guilt wash over her at this sudden realization. She
had entirely forgot about the fate of Doldruss until Thorpleen
brought his name up. "I somehow feel partly responsible for
his predicament," Thorpleen began. "If I was not with
you he would have a solid alibi regarding his whereabouts."
of testimony, I will appeal for the allowance of a jury trial.
We certainly cannot depend upon intervention from the mainlanders.
Even if they attempted to aid in our defection, the island's force
field would disrupt the propulsion system of any sea or sky craft.
How could I have freely consented to spending my life on a remote
island shielded with an electronic fence?" Mavra asked out
of sheer frustration.
the shield get dropped when the mainlanders come to export our
Rose Berry wine?" Thorpleen asked. The drone was only really
attempting to deflect Mavra's sadness with the question. He really
did not intend his query to illicit a call for action. Out of
respect for Thorpleen, Mavra offered a response.
but the next delivery may not be for another month and Doldruss
does not have the luxury of time. I would not count upon assistance
from the mainlanders, as their only concern seems to center around
the import of our fruits and spirits. They didn't seem overly
concerned about monitoring Katyana and Alzabreah's eugenic experiments
back on the mainland, so I can hardly fathom why they would be
concerned about the rights of one genetically-cultivated drone."
strange feeling gripped Mavra so tightly she didn't realize she
was referring to Thorpleen as if he were an object. She swore
a strange, small voice was subliminally electing her to right
Alzabreah's wrongs. Mavra's face fell into a cationic glaze as
she listened intently to the sounds of the meadow. She was only
able to mumble a few more words, which instructed Thorpleen she
would rendezvous with him in 24 hours.
intention had been to instill some confidence in the man she felt
irresistibly attracted to in mind, spirit and body. She had failed
miserably at this task and more tragically, Mavra did not even
realize it. Thorpleen had wandered off in silent confusion. A
chill ran up and down Mavra's spine as she headed back to the
village. She would probably never forget the images of Alzabreah's
icy cold stares that cut through the flickering flames of last
night's remembrance ritual. Mavra felt she had danced in the honor
of a fallen sister all alone. The deceased woman's own flesh and
blood seemed preoccupied only with the ramifications of the death.
It was as if Alzabreah had only been programmed to deal with success.
And if that were true, Katyana's demise signaled failure. Unbeknown
to her congregation, Alzabreah swore she would never again taste
the bitter fruit known as defeat
* * *
met with Alzabreah as soon as she returned to the village. The
high priestess remained stubbornly silent, forcing Mavra to speak
priestess, I come here to request a fair trial for Doldruss. Hearings
on the mainland require the proof of guilt before sentencing."
don't need you to recant the law. My New Order is no longer under
the jurisdiction of the mainland... I am judge, jury and executioner
on this island."
do you mean by executioner? Is he on trial for his life? Surely,
the New Order is not that barbaric." Mavra made sure
she cast a sarcastic undertone to the words "New Order"a tactic that did not go unnoticed by the high priestess.
will grant your precious Doldruss a trial. But as soon as he is
pronounced guilty I will alter his genetic coding. Just as his
growth spurt was engineered to take only eight months, so will
his aging process. In nine months, he will have aged to the equivalent
of a 100-year-old male Olvidian."
you said gene manipulation cannot work on a live subject. Or was
that just another lie?"
should punish you for your blasphemy, Mavra. You are insolent.
I run the order,
not you. But I will forgive your emotional outburst as a natural
flaw. If you bothered to study my teachings more diligently you
would know all about the re-sequencing procedures I will use to
one day rid us of all our shortcomings.
is that all I am to you, now? Am I just another weed you need
to pull from your garden?"
don't you spend your energies praying for Thorpleen? Wasn't it
him that led you to this disobedience? You must understand I am
only acting in accordance with the calling of a higher powera
voice which obviously has not spoken to you."
Mavra's complexion had turned bleach
white. The lack of sleep conspired with this latest confrontation
to make her legs feel like wet noodles. Her head swam as she tried
to fathom the viciousness of Alzabreah's so-called higher
power. "Where is the benevolence of this higher power?"
Mavra charged with anger.
New Order is benevolent, Mavra, but you are too blinded with passion
to see it. To prove my intent is good, I will also grant a fair
trial for Thorpleen. I cannot ignore the evidence. I have proof
that you illegally engaged in passionate acts with him while my
sister was being murdered. You see, some of those pretty birds
that fly overhead are equipped with surveillance cameras."
could not speak. She turned and ran for the meadow. Sadness and
anxiety conspired to make her hyperventilate. As soon as she reached
the meadows, she dropped on the ground and rested her back on
a tree in an attempt to catch her breath. Mavra inhaled and exhaled
deeply until her pulse resumed its normal pace. Grasping handfuls
of sand, she swore to herself that she would defeat Alzabreah.
She cast white granules into the air for a few minutes, going
over her options. Should she seek help from the following? And
if she did, what could they do? It was very probable that the
majority of the Olvidian women would never act to overthrow the
high priestess despite the reality of her crime. They had been
brainwashed and sometimes, Mavra sadly realized, this was sufficient
to overcome free will when self-esteem was involved. As she looked
for Katyana's processing unit, Mavra realized a drone could never
have thrown anybody or anything over the sea cliff. The force
field would have stopped the penetration, Mavra deduced. It was
becoming more and more evident that Alzabreah had killed her sister.
Evidence retrieval had just become Mavra's most important task
in life. Without it, she thought, there was little hope of saving
her lover or bringing a murderer to justice.
* * *
bleared Mavra's vision. The droplets cascaded off her face and
onto the Vilsachron flowers she gingerly navigated over. The red
and lemon flowers eagerly drank up the moisture as if they could
not distinguish the tears from the rain, which frequently sprayed
the island in light mists each afternoon. "Should I be more
upset about the fate of the drones than Katyana's demise?"
Mavra thought to herself. Perhaps they were unaware of their genetic
manipulation just like the thousands of hybrid flowers that lavishly
adorned nearly every path and roadway on the island. As she entertained
this notion, Mavra realized Thorpleen was not completely ignorant
to injustice. Perhaps the flowers and the drones lived sad lives
beneath their pretty packaging. She had to admit to herself she
cared little about the fate of the flowers. It was the pangs of
attraction she felt for Thorpleen that she could not ignore. Her
lustful daydreams washed away any justifications for Alzabreah's
actions the way the tide eviscerates a footprint from a sandy
shoreline. Mavra reasoned the high priestess was too smug to realize
that one of her disciples would eventually attain enough courage
to betray her even if it meant bringing the manufacture of Olvidian
drones to a halt. And to Mavra's dismay, that manufacture was
responsible for creating her one true-life partner.
train of thought was broken by a shimmering yellow light, which
came into view a few feet ahead. Since the sun had disappeared
behind a layer of clouds, Mavra theorized the beam was most likely
artificial. Hopefully, it would provide the path to Katyana's
processor. Mavra desperately flung herself in the direction of
the flickering beacon as if she were a moth. Her feet unwittingly
crushed dozens of Vilsachron flowerbeds that stood in her way.
If she touched the source of this light, could she be giving rise
to yet another monster? Mavra shuddered from this thought but
felt fascination at the same time. The emanation of light continued
calling out to her like a mother to a lost child. Mavra extended
a shaking hand towards the source of the lighta tall Bendayen
tree covered with red leaves. Its curved trunk reminded Mavra
of a winding road. The light on the tree engulfed Mavra with a
spiritual resonance. She marveled at the irony. "How could
something created out of a pure technological design have the
power to evoke such wonder and unexplained desire? For some odd
reason, she contemplated if this machinery had once enslaved Alzabreah
in the same fashion. No longer possessing the power to resist
temptation, Mavra rested her fingertips on the shimmering glow
of light. The scenery of the meadow had been erased. A blinding
white ray of light permeated Mavra's entire spectrum of vision.
Her mind told her she was in a free fall just like the one Katyana
suffered in her rush to death. Seconds passed while Mavra braced
herself for the inevitable impact...
Just over two thousand years ago,
a non-organic race was beginning to evolve from mere machinery
into a sentient life force. These beings known as the Enlectites
had pleaded with their flesh and blood makers, the Zapiens, to
heed their advice regarding an impending geological disturbance.
Both the Enlectites and the Zapiens had enjoyed over two centuries
of peaceful life on what the Olvidians now describe as the 'mainland.'
During that time, neither entity had real reason to question or
ponder their reason for existence.
When the cataclysmic event finally
impacted the planet, the Enlectites found their creators had abandoned
them. The Zapiens adhered to the scripture of their teachings,
which they interpreted as instructions for evacuation. The humanoid
creatures gathered male and female pairings of every organic species
and migrated to the eye of the storm. The Zapiens beings believed
they would either be transported to a higher plane of existence
or suffer their total demise. "It all comes down to a matter
of faith," one Zapien leader told the Enlectites. This same
leader told the machines the disastrous event was a means to an
end. "Our creator wishes us to expunge ourselves from all
ties to technology," he prophesied.
The electrically sustained beings could
not believe these beings would barter with the life of every organic
being of their species in this fashion. "Evidence suggests,
you were not createdbut were evolved," an Enlectite pleaded
just hours before magnetic poles of the planet were projected
to reverse. But the Zapien leaders adhered to their book of scripture
and were sent far away from their home through a doorway created
from the disturbance. The Enlectites also found they had been
transported to another dimension. This one was located just below
the surface of a remote island located on their home world. Some
Enlectites pondered if their fate was actually a form of punishment
handed down by a deity. The Zapiens had charged that all faithless
beings would be exiled to the 'depths of damnation.' But the majority
of Enlectites dismissed this notion as it could not be proved
scientifically. Nevertheless, the Enlectites had been symbolically
dispatched to a lower plane of existence.
The Enlectites continued to evolve
in their new dimension and unconsciously summoned the first Olvidian
settlers to the planet once the atmosphere had been cleansed from
The Enlectites called the settlers
to the new planet to convince them change was necessary for their
future survival. The machines believed an enemy located within
the Olvidians was responsible for recurring sicknesses and brain
disorders. Communicating telepathically, the Enlectites began
to implant subliminal suggestions regarding the development of
recombinant gene therapy.
The Olvidians must learn to remove
the rot from the vine if they hope to survive into the next millennium,
the Enlectites proclaimed. Accessing the last vestige of power
from Katyana's processor, the Enlectites connected with their
lost world one last time to effect this change...
the impact never came. Mavra's body was in a state of suspended
animation. Someone, or something, was attempting to communicate
* * *
cameras could not detect the location of Mavra. Part of her boiled
with anger. Another part of Alzabreah saw this as an opportunity.
She could easily renege on her agreement and execute both Doldruss
and Thorpleen without a trial.
high priestess sounded a horn to call her followers to the village
square. She would order them to prep the drones for operation.
* * *
body hung in the air, perfectly balanced as if she were a butterfly.
white light surrounding her segued into a purplish hue. She began
to focus on a pyramid-shaped object that stood before her just
out of arm's reach. The triangle spun on an invisible axis and
gently came to a rest. Mavra tried to speak but only a strange
hum emanated from her mouth. The sound she made was garbled and
low pitched. The face of Katyana appeared on the triangle as she
continued to struggle like a worm on an invisible hook.
processor you just activated is providing temporary access to
another dimension," the voice began. "The true founders
of this island reside below its surface. The Enlectites felt the
need to intervene when Alzabreah threw me over the cliff."
how can you be here, talking to me? Aren't you dead?" Mavra
asked with a quivering voice. The being, which identified itself
as Katyana, continued to communicate in a series of staccato chirps.
Mavra realized halfway through her next sentence she was also
now grunting in unfamiliar syllables. She deduced the presence
that held her here was capable of reprogramming the speech center
of her brain to communicate in its dialect.
Enlectites were able to remove my memories from my brain before
my body crashed upon the rocks. An electro-magnetic disturbance
made this possible when Alzabreah tampered with the frequency
shields of the electric force field. The Enlectites were able
to use the remaining power from my processor to allow me one last
visit to your material world. I believe I can offer you a solution
to your dilemma. But you must hear me out now, as it is unlikely
you will ever be able to establish contact with us again."
The voice of Katyana explained the Enlectites telepathically urged
Alzabreah to settle on this island. "They also were responsible
for implanting the image of this planet in the minds of the original
Olvidian colonists as a lure. The Enlectites witnessed the expulsion
of a carbon-based species who were cast far away from this solar
system through a doorway which was created by an electromagnetic
storm," the voice continued. "This same storm created
a second doorway, placing the Enlectites in a dimension located
just below the surface of the island. Here, the Enlectites continued
to hone their telepathic powers and evolve into sentient beings
during the last millennium. In effect, they now have the ability
to transcend dimensional barriers with their minds under certain
conditions. My consciousness now resides here. And since we live
outside your world, we must urge you to remedy the situation there
on your own. The Enlectites have chosen you as a prophet. You
must convince all Olvidians to genetically map the correct path
for all its citizens. This is for their own good."
mind raced back to her last conversation with the high priestess.
"How do I know these transcendental suggestions are for our
Enlectites provided the answer in what Mavra could only describe
as streaming video. Mavra's eyelids closed and an image of Alzabreah
as a child came into focus. She witnessed a doctor drugging the
young female following a consultation with her parents. The high
priestess had been an unwitting subject of genetic manipulation
as a child, according to the imagery. The next scene portrayed
Alzabreah as a fully-grown adult. She communicated with a higher
power while standing on the mainland's shoreline. It was abundantly
clear that her alteration was intentional. She had been mentally
linked with the Enlectites.
scene switched abruptly to reveal an ancient tribe of people.
These people differed in appearance from the Olvidians. They possessed
either white or brown skin tones and their heads were adorned
with hair in various colors such as yellow and black. Mavra was
fascinated by their markings. Before genetic re-sequencing, Olvidian
skin tone was limited to either gray or light green. These ancient
settlers also had eyes that were quite smaller than those of an
organically grown Olvidian's. Mavra's mouth moved involuntarily
in response to these series of pictures. A word that sounded like
"Zapiens" fell from her lips.
Zapiens were speaking in a tongue Mavra had never heard before.
However, she could tell from their panic that a cataclysmic event
was about to happen. Several leaders of the tribe were gathered
around a large monitor on a huge platform. They were responding
to its data. Words flashed quickly across the screen while Mavra's
conscious translated the text: "The scientists have confirmed
the threat as real. The magnetic poles of this planet will reverse.
An electromagnetic storm is imminent."
of the Zapien leaders placed his hand around a globe-shaped object
after the telecast. The rest of the Zapiens cast icy stares in
his direction. Their arms flailed wildly as the image of a mechanical
face appeared on the orb-like object. Mavra could feel the fear
of the Zapiens in response to this unwelcome presence. A voice
began to instruct the lone Zapien on how he could save the planet.
It proclaimed evacuation was not necessary because the Enlectites
could freeze the bodies of the Zapiens and awaken them once radiation
levels were deemed safe. The voice also disapproved of the Zapiens'
plan to retrieve female and male pairings of every species for
the evacuation. Genetic engineering could easily reproduce any
species even if all its members were eradicated from the planet
during the pole reversal, the voice argued. The next scene was
reminiscent of the desert-like area found on the southwestern
coast of the mainland. Here, several Zapiens were hard at work
bashing and smashing Enlectites globes into splintered pieces.
One of the leaders held up a book. A painting of winged beings
flying over a blue background adorned the jacket . The speaker
proclaimed all the knowledge the Zapiens ever needed was contained
in its pages. "Beware of these artificial sages who attempt
to change our fate," he cried vehemently.
look on the lone Zapien's face was filled with despair as he surveyed
the broken communication devices. His hands and feet were bound
to a post, which protruded from the sand. He asked the leaders
why they were so unwilling to accept assistance from the beings,
which called themselves the Enlectites. "How could the machines
be evil if we created them?" he charged. The Zapien leaders
quickly reprimanded the imprisoned man for abandoning his faith.
One of them went into a rage belittling the inorganic creatures
as soulless tricksters. The bound Zapien came to realize he could
not sway the leaders who felt obliged to endure the wrath of the
impending storm as if it were a test of their faith. "If
it is our fate to die a catastrophic death, then judgment has
been passed down on us from above. We must voluntarily submit
to our sentencing. The good book has advised us to carry our kind
to a new world. We will succeed or die trying," the eldest
despised the fanaticism of this leader who would summarily sentence
his people to the possibility of death when alternatives were
you see, Mavra," Katyana's voice broke in, "why it is
imperative that you do not put a stop to Alzabreah's work. Her
work must continue to save the Olvidian race. But it must now
be tempered with good judgment. We never intended Alzabreah to
manipulate your genomes for such self-aggrandizing pursuits."
was awe-struck. This inorganic species was not only able to create
a telepathic link with her but were a great student of the Olvidian
race through years of silent observation. In addition, they could
offer moral and biological assistance to those willing to take
it without need for compensation.
know we have virtually handed the keys of creation to you,"
the voice continued. "You must use this gift not for dominance,
but for benevolence. Genetic selection is the only way you could
continue to survive as a species. If you do not act to filter
fatal diseases from the Olvidian gene pool, it will only be a
matter of time to your extinction. It would have eventually condemned
the Zapiens to extinction if they had continued to live here.
Please understand we had to risk giving Alzabreah absolute power
for the perpetuation of your kind. You must now intervene to remove
Alzabreah's greed from the equation."
is easier said than done," Mavra retorted.
will understand how to remedy your situation one piece at a time
by using the information we downloaded into your trans-processing
unit. We must now sever our link so you can begin your task."
Mavra could ask another question, the Enlectite had returned her
to the meadow. She tumbled gently onto a patch of tall grass.
Desperation grew in Mavra as she realized the yellow light no
longer flashed on the Bendayen tree
her hand held processor, it dawned on Mavra she had not just been
proclaimed a prophetbut the Olvidian savior. The unit chirped
and read aloud the following passage: "This data will enable
you to perform multiple re-sequencing procedures on any living
organic unit. We hoped Alzabreah would achieve this goal one day,
but your people would have been victims to her narcissistic and
dominant nature. You will have all the resources necessary to
cure illnesses in the living without inflicting further pain.
Information has also been provided as to how you can spread this
education among the mainlanders." The paragraph abruptly
ended with the phrase: "Nurture with consciousLove,
Katyana." The next section contained entries from Katyana's
personal diary. The journal informed Mavra how a transmission
from the mainland had leaked through the force field containment
barrier during wine export. The communiqué revealed the
mainlanders had recently discovered brain imaging. This technology
confirmed that Alzabreah had violated Jodek without consent. Jodek's
feelings for Katyana had been masked in the deep recesses of his
mind as if they were contained in a long forgotten storage locker.
Katyana was going to confront Alzabreah with this news on the
day of her death, according to her last entry.
final lines of the journal described the anxiety Katyana had lived
with day to day. She was the only Olvidian who knew genetic manipulation
was not confined to the drones' birthing process. She feared the
consequences of this knowledge more than death itself. "If
Alzabreah became privy to this revelation," Katyana wrote,
"there was no telling how far she would go to control a population
solely for her benefit. I can't begin to describe the horrors
all living creatures would face if Alzabreah was given the means
to mandate gene re-sequencing procedures," the log read.
"She would then have all the means necessary to play God
as all future life would be created with weakness."
the journal were the instructions the Enlectites had referred
sprinted towards a medical shack to retrieve the necessary supplies.
She could only hope
Alzabreah had not broken yet another promise.
fastened the supplies and a gun to a belt she hastily wrapped
around her waist. She instinctively ran in the direction of the
main temple. It was as if she knew this is where Alzabreah would
conduct the operations. Were the Enlectites still telepathically
linked with her mind? She was about to dismiss this notion when
her eyes locked with a granatide. The winged and wild beast was
thought to be indigenous to this island. But how did it initially
get here? Could the Enlectites have been behind this occurrence
as a means to send proof of their existence? How else could this
beast have been put on this island except through the gateways
created by the electromagnetic storm? It was true that she had
a processor full of notes thanks to a being that claimed to be
the essence of Katyana; but the data was not tangible. Now living
proofin flesh and bloodboldly stood before her to
cast any further doubts aside. To Mavra's knowledge, the granatides
had always scattered in the opposite direction of any Olvidian.
Today, this magnificent creature stood its ground. Mavra felt
like the granatide was silently calling her to mount its backside.
Mavra believed she would have nearly died from embarrassment if
any of the sisters were here to witness this event. Here she was
in the middle of the village attempting to communicate with a
large red and green granatide, which sported purple horns and
translucent gray wings. Mavra strongly reminded herself that this
was no time to philosophize about the creation of the island.
If she didn't act quickly, the ramifications of Alzabreah's actions
might threaten all life. It certainly did not make sense to charge
into the temple through the main gate as the element of surprise
would surely be squandered. No, the beast had been brought here
for a specific reason. Mavra quickened her gait from a trot to
an all out run to meet the granatide. Jumping into the air, she
landed squarely on its back. A loud of rustling of wings ensued.
In less than a minute, the beast had elevated Mavra to the temple's
rooftop and proceeded to fly away from the village as suddenly
as it had appeared.
skylight was the first thing to catch Mavra's eye. Red, blue and
green stained glass filled the oblong panes, which stood two strides
away from her. Mavra bent down and peered feverishly through the
darkish hues of the glass in an attempt to confirm her worst fears.
But it was no use. She had no way to tell what was going on within
the confines of the room below her. Cradling her arms around her
gun, she propelled herself onto the skylight. Mavra's weight sent
tri-colored glass hurtling towards the ground. Her body followed
in hot pursuit through the aperture. Using her hands to break
her fall, Mavra rolled in a sideway revolution before her body
came to rest just a few foot falls away from Alzabreah. The high
priestess wore a long purple cloak and held a staff in her left
hand. She was feverishly punching codes into the base of the long
stick before the intrusion. She was clearly not happy about being
interrupted. Directly behind her were Doldruss and Thorpleen.
They had both been horizontally bound to operating tables. Several
of the sisters stood around them wearing surgical masks. Alzabreah
looked like she was just about to order the commencement of the
procedure. In her right hand, Mavra could now clearly tell she
held a scalpel. The blade of the instrument gleamed off a nearby
mirror. Mavra felt the flutter in the pit of her stomach quicken
as she realized the high priestess was not going to access the
drone's genomic template. If she were, she would use a laser beam.
The use of a blade signaled a form of torture, and nothing short
of barbaric murder.
was not about to waste another moment of time trying to dissuade
Alzabreah. She recalled Katyana had frequently commented on the
futility of engaging in verbal discourse with her sister. Reaching
towards her waist, Mavra pulled the gun from its holster. But
before she could fire, she realized her hands were shaking from
the impact of her fall. She took another split second to aim.
The brief hesitation would not be bought without a cost. As Mavra
pulled the trigger, a body hurtled in front of her. She had seen
the image emerge out of the corner of her eye just an instant
before, but she could not stop herself from pulling the weapon's
trigger. The gun released its payload into the chest of a drone
named Chanuzam. He fell writhing in pain just an arm's length
away from Mavra. The consequence provided Alzabreah with a clear
path to take aim on Mavra. She gripped the blade of her scalpel
in her fingers and reared back on her heel. The high priestess
willed the steel instrument to carve a niche in Mavra's forehead
as if she were a sacrificial lamb. However, Mavra's constitution
was too strong to succumb to despair. Mavra squeezed off another
round from her gun before Alzabreah could release her blade.
blast was right on target. The high priestess was knocked backwards
upon impact and the knife was flung harmlessly into a corner.
Paralysis had taken its grip upon Alzabreah. Her mouth fell slack.
Her eyes froze in shock as she realized a dart-shaped object was
now protruding from her chest. She toppled backwards onto the
hardwood floor with a loud thud. The foul stench of failure had
drained all her power to intimidate.
rose to her feet. She signaled the sisters to back away from the
operating tables with her free hand.
a moment's silence, she quietly asked, "Who's going to help
me take down the force field?"
unison, the sisters raised their hands in compliance. However,
Mavra could still detect fear in some of their eyes. Although
many despised Alzabreah, Mavra knew they did not wish for a violent
solution to their problem. Mavra quickly explained she had drugged
both shooting victims and that they would soon recover. But she
also reminded the sisters no dictatorship in the guise of religion
would ever be tolerated on the island again. "When Alzabreah
awakens, there will be nothing left in her nature to fear."
sisters could hardly fathom what Mavra meant by this statement.
a minute of awkward silence, Mavra added, "And while we're
at it, let's take down her damn statue." The tension had
finally started to subside. One of the sisters named Elinga let
out a small chortle. Mavra suspected this sister had been engaging
in an illegal romance with a drone named Sassoy. With her laughter,
Elinga had silently confessed to what was once labeled as sin.
"One day," Mavra silently vowed, "no liaison will
ever be labeled as such again."
* * *
awoke from her operation two days later. She opened her eyes and
took in the beauty of the island from a nearby window. She no
longer had any desire to be high priestess.
* * *
can't believe Chanuzam felt compelled to risk his life for Alzabreah,"
Mavra said to Thorpleen. The pair was seated on a rock overlooking
can," Thorpleen answered without hesitation. "He was
designed for this. He had no other choice."
exactly my point," Mavra stated flatly. "I can
believe he risked his life. But I can't believe someone
would be evil enough to engineer him for that purpose."
would propose that someone designed you for courage."
you believe me if I told you I was a prophet?" Mavra asked
Thorpleen while keeping her eyes fixed upon the sea line. She
felt embarrassed by Thorpleen's compliment, but there was no doubt
she now possessed a stronger confidence in herself.
again, I remind you I was designed to please you. I will believe
anything you say."
exhaled a small sigh and extended her hand to Thorpleen. She met
his gaze head on. "My work has just begun. My first task
is to give you and all the other drones their free will. The gift
of genetic re-sequencing was never meant to diminish abilities.
I cannot live knowing that you are only by my side because of
don't think you really believe it's that simple," Thorpleen
grasped her lover's hand tighter, marveling at the reflection
of sunlight in his eyes.
* * *
operation did nothing to alter Thorpleen's love for Mavra. The
pair spent the remainder of their lives traveling the mainland
as nomads. Mavra and Thorpleen ran several clinics using genetic
re-sequencing techniques to heal their Olvidian comrades. Many
of the Olvidians they helped never knew their real names. The
pair relied solely upon faith to convince the sick they needed
their help. Mavra never told anyone of the Enlectites' existence
to garner his or her compliance.
a statue stands in the mainland's capital city. The lime-colored
sculpture resembles Mavra in her youth. A plaque stands at the
foot of the statue with the inscription: "The Nurturing Spirit."