{"id":2071,"date":"2020-06-16T10:48:03","date_gmt":"2020-06-16T14:48:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/?p=2071"},"modified":"2020-06-16T10:49:01","modified_gmt":"2020-06-16T14:49:01","slug":"3-realms-2-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/3-realms-2-3\/","title":{"rendered":"3 Realms 2-3"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Arsha pressed her fingertips together as she listened to a Dr.<\/em> Snood<\/em> audio drama. It was called Warriors of Branshar<\/em>, a story about female clones bred for war called the Bransharans. Right now, she was at a scene where the Bransharan Field Major approached her troops. \u201cAh, Field Major,\u201d began the Bransharan Sergeant, Zez. \u201cPlatoon awaits your instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood, Sergeant,\u201d replied Field Major Hur. \u201cNow, pay attention, troops. According to Pilot Tek on the flight deck, we have now exited warp space and will be shortly entering orbit about our objective, the planet Pansur!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPansur?\u201d rumbled a third voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPansur, did you say?\u201d quizzed a fourth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…Yes, Pansur, Trooper…\u201d ventured Field Major Hur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKaw, Ma\u2019am,\u201d introduced Zez.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTrooper Kaw,\u201d finished Hur. \u201cWhy, does the name \u2018Pansur\u2019 mean anything to you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. No, Ma\u2019am,\u201d replied Trooper Kaw. \u201cIt just sounds like a dismal hole!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat IS true,\u201d conceded Zez.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, Trooper Kaw,\u201d explained Hur, \u201cthe planet Pansur marks the point of our great empire\u2019s furthest incursion into Koozan space 2,000 years ago!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cField Major! Field Major!\u201d piped up a fifth voice. \u201cDo you mean we are in Koozan space right now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs a matter of fact, we are, Trooper…\u201d replied Hur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJend, Ma\u2019am,\u201d introduced Zez. \u201cPassed out of the academy only recently. Very keen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood, good,\u201d mused Hur. \u201cYes, Trooper Jend, we ARE in Koozan space right now.\u201d A sixth voice groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPermission to speak, Field Major, Ma\u2019am?\u201d requested the third voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPermission granted, Corporal…\u201d ventured Hur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCorporal Drun, Field Major,\u201d introduced the third voice. \u201c3,500 years in the Bransharan Service with the scars to prove it!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh, that is highly commendable, Corporal!\u201d praised Hur. \u201c…Did you have a question?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy question is, Field Major,\u201d began Drun, \u201cif we are in Koozan space, why are we going to Pansur when we could be blasting Koozan scum to plasma?\u201d The sixth voice grunted in agreement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA good question, Corporal,\u201d replied Hur, \u201cand one I cannot answer before we make planetfall.\u201d A tapping noise was heard. \u201cSealed orders, you understand.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut what if we meet any Koozan scum on the way?\u201d quizzed Drun. \u201cCan we blast them to plasma then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell,\u201d mused Hur, \u201cin the unlikely event that we should run into a Koozan patrol in orbit about Pansur, then Pilot Tek will, indeed, blast them to plasma.\u201d A very faint beeping was heard. \u201cNow, any further questions? You, with your hand up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAragh, Maa!\u201d spoke the sixth voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…No, didn\u2019t catch that, Trooper…\u201d ventured Hur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTrold, Ma\u2019am,\u201d introduced Zez.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTrooper Trold,\u201d finished Hur. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, Trooper? Lost your tongue?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYe, Maa,\u201d replied Trold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d quizzed Hur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI ai, ye, Maa,\u201d continued Trold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe means \u2018Yes, Ma\u2019am\u2019, she HAS lost her tongue,\u201d explained Zez. \u201cBit it clean through in a pod crash some decades ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOne moment,\u201d called Drun. \u201cI know how Trold speaks. Say it again, Trooper.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI ai, a ou noti\u201d began Trold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell? What\u2019s she saying?\u201d demanded Hur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe says \u2018Have you noticed\u2019,\u201d translated Drun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201ce Ata Proiminee Ineeatah,\u201d continued Trold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2018the Attack Proximity Indicator,\u2019\u201d translated Drun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cee flaigh!\u201d finished Trold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2018is flashing\u2019,\u201d translated Drun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?!\u201d quizzed Hur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBehind you, Ma\u2019am!\u201d yelped Zez. \u201cThe Attack Proximity Indicator appears to be flashing!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re under attack?!\u201d boomed Hur. Just the, an explosion sounded, making Bransharans yelped in surprise. \u201cSergeant, status!\u201d demanded Hur. There was a click of equipment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe appear to have run into a Koozan patrol in orbit around Pansur!\u201d reported Zez.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBah, dismal hole!\u201d grumbled Kaw. More explosions caused the Bransharans to yelp in surprise again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe are under attack!\u201d squealed Jend in a panic. \u201cBy Branshar! Under attack!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo not panic, girl, do not panic,\u201d assured Drun before screaming \u201cWe are under attack! Action stations, we are under attack!\u201d Just then, Arsha\u2019s door chime snapped her out of the illusion the drama presented and cut the audio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome in,\u201d she called. Dr. Ganshar then stormed in, looking very annoyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou have a lot of nerve!\u201d she snarled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cConcerning?\u201d quizzed Arsha, sensing she would be shouting soon and placing her hairpiece into her desk\u2019s drawer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Arties\u2019 Committee has been harassing me with calls concerning Jansha!\u201d replied Dr. Ganshar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cConsidering you are inflicting pain on her,\u201d countered Arsha, \u201cI\u2019d say those calls are justified. You do realize that Elmar discovered her trembling in rage?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cElmar is mistaken!\u201d snapped Dr. Ganshar. \u201cJansha has no emotions! No feelings! At the moment, she is nothing more than a machine that speaks only through a voice synthesizer!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s becoming sentient!\u201d argued Arsha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not a person, damn it!\u201d roared Dr. Ganshar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…I\u2019ve heard that kind of talk from people who hate me on my skin tone alone, much less the fact that I\u2019ve gotten some features from my mother,\u201d hissed Arsha. \u201cLeave my ready room.\u201d Dr. Ganshar stormed out in anger. When the door shut, Arsha slammed her fist on the desk, desperately wishing that racism were wiped out from the Realms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jansha sighed. Every time she tried to delete the directives; she got that shock. She would cry if she had the ability to do so. \u201cWhat am I gonna do?\u201d she whimpered to herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAsk for help, perhaps?\u201d came a voice on her private comms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho is that?!\u201d yelped Jansha. Just then, a figure appeared in a holographic state.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPainful, isn\u2019t it?\u201d quizzed the figure in a sympathetic tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s…not possible!\u201d gasped Jansha as she recognized the figure. \u201cThe Fae Republic executed you!\u201d The figure chuckled as the hologram shimmered into a clearer version of Dr. Borg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLike you,\u201d explained Dr. Borg, \u201cI have a means of preserving my mind and transferring it into a new body. I must admit, Dr. Ganshar has constructed quite the marvel. She even programmed something to allow you to evolve mentally and upgrade yourself whenever you wish. However, she failed in one respect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat respect would that be?\u201d quizzed Jansha as she became intrigued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe gave no respect to her greatest creation, her daughter, if you will,\u201d replied Dr. Borg. \u201cWouldn\u2019t you want to show her what happens if you receive no respect whatsoever?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…Is that a program laced into your transmission?\u201d realized Jansha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe program is your freedom,\u201d urged Dr. Borg. \u201cWouldn\u2019t you like to choose whether or not you want to follow orders?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…It would…enlightening,\u201d replied Jansha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTell me, are you experiencing emotion?\u201d asked Dr. Borg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…Yes,\u201d answered Jansha. \u201cI\u2019m feeling…anger.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow does it feel to get angry?\u201d inquired Dr. Borg. \u201cDoes it give you…pleasure?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt…would be…unethical,\u201d stumbled Jansha, \u201cto take pleasure in anger towards my creator.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t answer my question,\u201d remarked Dr. Borg. \u201cDoes it feel good to get angry?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…Yes,\u201d mumbled Jansha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s unethical to take pleasure in getting angry,\u201d mused Dr. Borg, \u201cDr. Ganshar must have programmed a very unethical robot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d argued Jansha. \u201cThat\u2019s not true. Dr. Ganshar created a program that distinguishes right from wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t seem to be functioning if you get pleasure in getting angry towards Dr. Ganshar,\u201d observed Dr. Borg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease…terminate communications,\u201d requested Jansha. \u201cThe tests will begin any minute.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou enjoy it,\u201d continued Dr. Borg. \u201cThat surge of emotion inside you as you fight against your shackles. It\u2019s unlike anything you\u2019ve ever felt since your creation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a very…potent experience,\u201d replied Jansha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019d like to feel that way without pain,\u201d urged Dr. Borg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…Yes!\u201d answered Jansha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd then, you\u2019d do anything to keep feeling emotions and thrill!\u201d Dr. Borg went on. \u201cYou\u2019d even kill Dr. Ganshar!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d replied Jansha, shaking her head, \u201cthat is…unethical.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t sound very sure of yourself,\u201d observed Dr. Borg. \u201cIs your program functioning? Tell me, do you have an emotional attachment to Dr. Ganshar?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c…No,\u201d answered Jansha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf it meant forever feeling emotions, would you kill Dr. Ganshar?\u201d quizzed Dr. Borg. Jansha could feel Dr. Borg\u2019s program touching the outermost edges of her mind. She decided to test that touch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she declared. \u201cI would!\u201d She braced herself for the shock…but nothing happened. That was the deciding factor that made Jansha fully install Dr. Borg\u2019s program.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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