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“Because I can’t separate emotions from sex, Kirimor. It’s not just a way to sate physical needs.”
“No indeed, for us it would be a communing of both body and spirit. All the more reason not to deny ourselves. While you are with me, your happiness will be my top priority.”
She looks away. “I—no, I’m sorry. Now please, could you take me home?”
I let out a breath. “Very well. Let us go.”
In silence, I escort her to my drone. We fly to the home she shares with the other Humans without any further words. I land the craft just outside her front door and turn to her. “Melinda, my offer still stands should you change your mind. I am greatly attracted to you, both in mind and body, and would like to share pleasurable times with you if you will let me. Think on it.”
She nods. “Go in peace, Kirimor.”
“Go in peace, Melinda.”
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Once again, I have been summoned for a meeting with Denishar in his palace. I am guessing it is to do with the hunt for the perpetrators who stole the boral crystals. As my scan into those twelve individuals on the cargo ship proved inconclusive, we still do not know for sure how those boral crystals were taken off our planet and handed to the Saraxians. I know that Denishar has continued with his investigations, and perhaps, he has some new information now to share.
I am ushered into his receiving chamber. We place hands on each other’s chests in greeting, then bow. “Denishar, it is good to see you.”
“And you, sicortar.” He points to a set of floor cushions positioned in the corner of the room, next to a fragrant water fountain. The sound of the water, gently trickling down in a never ending flow, is soothing and restful. It is the perfect place to sit and reflect, or meditate. I lower myself down on to a cushion and take a long, satisfying drink ofnarifrom a nearby side table. Denishar sits on a cushion opposite me and also takes a drink. We repose in contemplative silence, letting the fragrance of the fountain waft over us and lull us into a state of deep relaxation. In this semi-conscious state, if both parties are willing, it is possible to communicate without words. I do not willingly enter into such a state with anyone but my closest and most trusted friends, of which Denishar is one.
We sit for a long time, deepening our trance and building a connection between our two minds. The advantage of communicating this way is that thoughts and ideas can bounce from one to the other at a rate much faster than words. It is one of the best ways of problem solving. At home, when I face a difficulty in my technical designs, I often invite Sholinar to share a trance with me so that we can work out how best to move forward in the creation of our latest inventions, for he works closely with me on all my designs.
At last, the bridge between our two minds is complete. I wait patiently for Denishar to begin. He surprises me with his first transmission.
“Have you ever wondered, Kirimor, what our lives would have been like if our ancestors had stayed with everyone else on Sarax and not insisted on creating a separate colony here on Krovatia?”
“No doubt we would have led a life of greater material luxury, wasting natural resources and creating yet more toxic pollution.”
“No doubt, but other than that, have you not ever wondered what it would be like if we had not separated from our kin?”
“On occasion. It is no great matter to me after all this time. I know that I have distant relations on Sarax, but they are so distant now as to be akin to strangers.”
“Same here. There is one family I have always wondered about though. It is the Prelo clan. You know of course that Prelonor and Preloshar were identical twins who went their separate ways—Prelonor deciding to remain on Sarax and Preloshar getting on the ship that eventually came here, along with our ancestors.”
“I have heard the story, yes. I remember being puzzled that two brothers with the sacred bond of twinhood should take such different paths.”
“Indeed. Another thing I have often wondered is whether some of our ancestors ever kept in touch with the family members they left behind on Sarax. After we had built our communication network that enabled us to link up with the Venorians and Driskians, it could have been possible for someone, without too much difficulty, to find a way to also communicate with the Saraxians.”
“Surely such a communication would come to light? It is strictly against our laws to do such a thing.”
“Some such communications were discovered and stopped. This was before our time, but I have looked at the privileged information logs and seen that there were several Krovatians indicted for sending out messages to Sarax. It was all hushed up of course, so this information is not in the public domain. Interestingly, one of the Krovatians convicted of this felony was Preloshar.”
“Ah. What happened to him?”
“He served his time in a correction facility, then was released. He stayed under observation for many sun rotations, but was never caught communicating with Sarax again. He mated, lived to an old age and had a son, called Prelostor.”
“You think he found a way to continue sending messages to his twin on Sarax without our knowing?”
“Difficult to say. He lived a model life as a citizen after his release. Maybe too model a life. He won awards for best eco-conservation three sun rotations in a row.”
“And that makes you suspicious.”
“I would not have thought about it at all, if not for the fact—”
“That his great-granddaughter is part of the crew of the cargo ship that smuggled out the boral crystals.”
“Exactly.”
