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A Sort of Calling
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Cassie looks back and forth between me and the beat up car, and follows me inside.
Sitting on a bar stool at my kitchen island is Maria, showered, scrubbed and glowing. She shakes hands with Cassie, who quickly shows me her approval – that a real woman is in my kitchen on a Saturday night (exciting!) – while Maria introduces the woman in black, as Jane, even though I’d swear several days ago she’d called her a completely different name.
Jane looks at her phone and says matter-of-factly that Cassie’s security clearance has gone through, when it suddenly occurs to me to boil water for tea.
Maria says to Jane, ”They’re freaking out now, aren’t they?”
”It’s why I’m here.”
”As if this day hasn’t been coming, as fast as a freight train,” Maria adds.
A water’s boil later I’m steeping tea in my kitchen, that until tonight had been visited by almost no one.
”Doctor Porter in three hours, at one of President Trump’s inaugural balls, we’ll have a team in place that will require your assistance.”
”Tonight!” Maria and I both shout at Jane, who doesn’t blink.
”What on earth for?” I demand.
Jane lays her phone on top of my kitchen island and an image of a circuit board for a sensory gizmo I’ve never seen before appears. We all lean in to study its mysterious workings.
”This is magnified ten thousand times.” Jane turns the phone sideways giving me and Cassie a better look. ”The sensor itself is very tiny.”
”I know what a micron is,” I snap.
Cassie, absorbing that my evening plans have been ruined and I’m likely to turn testier, says, ”We have micro tech even smaller back at Doctor Porter’s lab.”
Maria loops her arm around my shoulder and asks, ”Do you want in?”
”First,” I answer by leaving the counter and going for a bottle of rum I keep in the liquor cabinet, ”what is this gizmo for and what am I to do with it?”
Getting nods from my guests, I top off their tea with Myer’s Rum and stop at the rim of Maria’s cup, fixing her with a suspicious glare. ”Did you, by any chance, know about this?”
Jane interrupts my interrogation, ”When focused in a six pointed signal these hidden sensors will release a synchronized pulse recorded by our main imaging controller. It should send back a picture of Donald Trump’s brain.”
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Hi, Command:
Very nice chapter, I thought Maria was setting up Bette; and even though she denied it, I still don’t trust her, how are they going to retrieve the nanorobots and the information acquired, it hasn’t been specified, but maybe the information was already stored in some remote electronic device. Anyway, I’m intrigued about the aftermath of this action. Thanks for the update and pps.
P
Hi Proteonomics,
In the conversation in the kitchen Jane says there’s a remote imaging control that will capture the micro zap.
It’s true, we don’t know where Maria will land, or what pressures are to come.
More to come! Thanks always for reading and laying out interesting thoughts and questions in your comments.
Delighted you enjoyed the chapter, it was a lot of fun to write! Stories are like puzzles, you know.
I dont smoke but I need a cigarette I love this story!
Hiya Skunk,
Surely you have a story about how you chose your name. I’d love to hear it. Please put it on my wall IF you’re so inclined.
As to your reaction, I loved it! In fact, I can seem them finishing their love making in a clap of thunder, rolling off each other and lighting up. If I do include a series of smoke rings in my next story I’ll be sure to thank you for the idea.
Bye for now,
Command
Bette with a strap *drool* ….Very good chapter! PPS
Agreed! Thanks so much for the___ *drool* – I did love Maria’s reaction after she unbuttoned Bette’s surprise, “I’ve never seen such a creature as you.”
Maria sees a side of Bette that no one else does and gratefully let’s us in on her sensual perceptions. Truly? Who else encountering the starched white doctor persona of Dr Porter could ever imagine her as Maria has seen her?
As I think about this other animalistic side of Dr Porter it dawns on me – Maria has only seen her in her riding attire, never at work..
Well, we’ll just have to see what else turns her.
Back on the road, heading home after an Easter vacation I was able to stretch a few extra days. Please check out a story I posted under Blackbird titled, Remembering Me (Part One). It’s straight out of The L Word timeline, but the way I write that Bette is to give her a few kinks along her way. She’s amusing. She’s a fucking handful for Tina sometimes, too.
Later,
Command