Biods

By Azza Sumner

A lonely young man finds his world turned upside down after rescuing a biod in the form of a beautiful alien girl with an AI implant. Aidan soon discovers that living out an anime scenario in the real world is not what he had dreamed. When more of her sisters arrive he learns the entire world is under threat from one of their kind who was held in a lab on earth for over a century. Together they decide to take it upon themselves to save the space city as well as the Earth.

Fantasy science fiction
Suitable for mature teens or adults

• Language: English
• Publisher: Azza Sumner
• Release date: Jul 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311340061

Azza Sumner

A middle-aged dreamer with a word processor, some life experience and heaps of free time. I originally created these stories for my children and decided to share them. I need some constructed criticism before the next books please. Will release more after feedback to [e-mail]

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BIODS.

Copyright 2016 A. Sumner

Published by A. Sumner at Smashwords

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Chapter 1

Sir Aidan the defender was a heroic knight of great skill. Dressed in gleaming armour astride his valiant steed, he finally emerged from the dense forest. It had been one of those days when every stupid creature imaginable wanted to attack. Not one of them ever stood a chance against his massive sword and enchantments. They just annoyed him. He knew that once across the river he would be in more peaceful lands. As he approached the river he saw a figure in the bushes ahead. A bowman was taking aim at a pink haired elf girl sitting at the waters edge. She was holding a fishing pole, oblivious to her attacker. The magical girl appeared low in combat skills and unprepared to defend herself. Aidan hated people that ambushed the weak, especially when peacefully fishing. It was far from honourable in his opinion. He carefully approached from behind avoiding line of sight. Casting a spell to increase his power he charged just as the arrow was about to be released. With one mighty swing he slaughtered the ambusher. The little elf girl must have noticed the commotion and ran to him cheering and clapping. He bowed after accepting her praise and took his leave. His eyes were stinging, so he figured it was time to find an inn and sleep. It had been a long day of exploring dungeons and defending the weak.

In the real world however, Aidan was no heroic knight. In his high school years he was more often referred to with terms such as loner, dreamer, nerd, looser, dork or otaku. He couldn’t really deny it. After all it was the truth. Though his parents never said much directly, he knew he was a frustration and disappointment to them. Aidan had grown up feeling unwanted, stupid and useless. He had always felt in the road and not good enough, so he never had any self confidence. He never figured out why he was always so socially awkward or felt so worthless. All he ever wanted to be, was somebody else. Anybody would do, because everybody else seemed normal to him. Aidan wondered why had always felt so unnatural and awkward. He watched the other kids with envy as everything just seemed easy for them. Their lives flowed naturally without concious effort.

Aidan hated being alone, but staying isolated felt somehow safer now. His only relief from his self-loathing came from escaping into anime or online games. It was a socially damaging addiction, but at least he was escaping the trauma of trying to fit in with the real world. Instead he was in a world where he seemed to be understood and appreciated. Whether helping noobs or just veging out watching anime, it was all good. It took him away from being his self hating real self. He often pondered if he didn’t fit into the real or whether the world didn’t fit him. He often chatted with like souls online and soon began to realise he wasn’t the only one out there. He got a little comfort from knowing he wasn’t the only weird one at least.

Rubbing his eyes he pushed his chair back from the computer desk and rolled onto the lounge just behind him. He looked around the small living room. It was cramped and messy, but still more than a young single bloke needed. He gazed at the pictures that plastered the walls of the little house. The walls were covered with posters of anime superheroes in stoic poses, however more numerous were the pictures of pretty girls in maid uniforms, girls with cat ears and tails, or winged beauties being they angelic, demonic or some other part human creature. Then of course were the many images of girls in highly impractical and very revealing armour displaying a ridiculous amount of impossibly large cleavage. They usually wielded glowing weapons twice their body size. The bookshelf was stacked with manga books and a few figurines of similar nature.

This wasn’t how a man in his early twenties should be living he thought. He was so desperately lonely it hurt. Even if he met a girl by some miracle he couldn’t afford to spoil her. He didn’t even have a real job. He lived on social benefits, subsidised by contract computer programming or web page design when such jobs came up. Occasionally he rented out the old caravan near the shed to backpackers or seasonal fruit pickers for cash in the hand.

When he could no longer stand his parents pushing him to be normal and their lack of understanding any more, his grandparents had intervened by offering him free use of an old caravan on the block they had just bought to build their little beach front retirement home. It was a large coastal block full of trees, just a few minutes from town. It had rough national park land to the north and a beautiful beach just a short walk down to the east. The old caravan park was just beyond the tree line to the south. When the caravan park next door had started to fail financially, Aidan’s grandfather purchased the large northern strip from his old fishing buddy who owned it at the time. The caravan park was closed now and on the market. His grandfather purchased a little kit home and erected a large shed to store his tools during construction and planned it would eventually become his workshop and refuge.

Aidan loved the shed. It was another place for him to be a dreamer when he felt inspired to tinkered with his electronics. It still housed his grandfathers old tools and the rusty old fishing ute. Now it also housed Aidan’s boxes of wires, electronics and gadgets. Sometimes he was certain that one day if he stayed focused long enough he could build himself a humanoid robot companion. Of course being a desperately lonely young man answerable to nobody, it would probably be an anatomically correct female. He imagined it wearing a revealing French maid outfit and calling him master. In fact he had already purchased the maid outfit from a bargain bin during a shop’s closing sale just in case. Without much money to invest in such projects he rarely passed up a bargain on something that might be useful one day. He also never threw away anything that just might come in handy. Thus Aidan had a lot of boxes full of odd junk and bits and pieces. Aidan was pretty good at writing the artificial intelligence (AI) programs to run such a robot, and wasn’t too bad at fiddling with the servo control boards and such. When it came to expensive parts, or even just completing anything however, he failed and returned to his anime or games.

Aidan’s grandfather had died of a heart attack six months ago and his grandmother hadn’t decided yet whether to sell up or not. She had gone to live with his aunt over an hour away, and wasn’t in any rush. That left Aidan alone on the large block with uninterrupted use of it. His grandmother had suggested that he may as well move from the caravan to the house now, and look after things. She knew she wasn’t coming back because her health was starting to fail, so she left Aidan to care for the property.

This was a beautiful area to live. Aidan was surrounded by trees and nature. Often the eastern grey Kangaroos came down to feed in front of the little house in the early morning. Of an afternoon brightly coloured rosellas and lorikeets often landed in the surrounding trees to feed. The beach was only a few minutes easy walk away down the slope from his front patio. From the patio he could see from the light house on the cliff to the north east to most of the way down to the section of beach in front of town. This is paradise. I should be happy, so why aren’t I happy? he muttered as he fell asleep.

The next morning he found that the cupboards and fridge were bare. He couldn’t survive without his regular supply of cola and snacks, so decided to take his crappy little car into town. Once restocked with junk food and soft drink, he would get into some serious gaming. That seemed like a good plan for the day so he eagerly grabbed the keys and jumped into the poor little little car parked near the back door.

Having finally finished the shopping he decided to spoil himself by grabbing a burger and stopping at the main beach for a while. It was a nice sunny day as summer wasn’t far off. With any luck he hoped he might catch a glimpse of some bikini babes, not that he would ever dare try talking to one anyway. He wasn’t ugly or fat, but he was a loser with no confidence. Aidan was average in looks, with average height, average brown eyes and average sandy brown coloured hair. He didn’t look overly fit, so he believed he had little to impress the girls with. He parked his little car just across from the main beach and crossed over the road to enjoy his food. Finding an empty bench overlooking the most popular swimming area he sat and enjoyed his burger. It was a good old style burger that dripped it’s juices from his elbows. When he looked at the ground between his thongs he could see drips of fat, beetroot and egg yolk. Proof it was good. He enjoyed it immensely. The beach was quiet apart from a few surfers, the occasional jogger and the odd sunbather out of clear vision. There wasn’t much to see bikini-wise, but that was OK. It wasn’t his only motivation to come here. He relaxed soaking up the sun’s energy and loving the smell of the sea breeze. Closing his eyes he stretched his arms and leaned back taking a depth breath. Aidan thought this setting was perfect. He listened to the gentle sound of the waves until a sound disturbed him. He sat up in curiosity. Aidan was sure he’d heard someone crying.

Looking around he noticed the figure of a woman in a modest one piece swimsuit with a towel wrapped around her. She was sitting on the next bench down. The figure was crouched over with her face buried in her hands. Aidan could hear her weeping uncontrollably. He wondered what to do. His heart pained to see the sight. His first instinct was to approach and ask if she needed help. Another part of him warned he would probably be abused for not minding his own business. After long moments of debating with himself he finally mustered his courage and approached the crying stranger. He stayed a good distance back so as not to make either of them uncomfortable. Are you ok? he asked with concern. The woman froze at the sound of his voice. She kept her face down so he couldn’t see her features for all the damp golden hair hiding her face. Eventually she replied I don’t know..... My bag was stolen while I was swimming.

Aidan felt pity for the girl and said compassionately That must suck. What colour was it? Maybe they dumped it after they took what they wanted. I don’t mind having a quick look around. The girl sounded hopeful as she replied Really? Thanks. It was a pink and white sports bag. She looked up at him so he could finally see her face. Though she covered her left eye with her hand, Aidan was stunned to see how beautiful she was. The eye he could see was a brilliant emerald green. Her long damp and tangled hair was the colour of yellow gold in the patches that had dried. He couldn’t help but to step back and breath in the visage. He wasn’t so nervous when he thought it was just some person needing help, but now he saw the person was a gorgeous girl who looked almost his age. She looked him in the eye forcing a smile Thanks heaps, but only if you really don’t mind. I know it’s probably gone, but it had my wallet, my phone, medications and well.....everything was in it. If it’s not a bother I’d appreciate some help. I couldn’t see it anywhere. No worries. I’m free all day. Aidan stammered with a grin. He dashed off and spent the next half hour searching anywhere he could think of where a thief might dump the bag after looting it. Finally he decided to give up and return to the bench where the girl was. She was gone. He sat down exhausted. He figured that maybe she had found it and went home.

Aidan pulled out his phone and decided to check the time, not that it mattered. No luck either? a voice asked. He looked up and saw the girl coming back. She sat at the far end of the bench avoiding getting too close. No luck sorry. he answered. The girl looked at him, still covering an eye with her hand. Thank you so much anyway. I didn’t really have my hopes up. It’s just that everything was in that bag and I don’t know anyone here. I’m not sure what to do now. She noticed him putting his phone away. I don’t suppose I could bother you with one more really big favour? Aidan noticed her eyeing the phone and handed it to her with a smile. Thanks again. she said and added The name’s Emma by the way. Aidan smiled as friendlily as he could. Aidan. he replied. He offered her a quick handshake, but she just looked at his hand nervously. Feeling awkward he started to retrieve his hand, but she grabbed it at the last moment and shook it quickly. He felt an odd tingling sensation at her touch. Odd girl he thought. She seemed to have something against people being too close to her or touching her. It showed on her face. He guessed that maybe she had some personal issues, or maybe she was just that repulsed by him. She seemed rather tense and anxious to him.

Aidan walked away for a few minutes to give Emma some privacy on the phone. He made sure to be out of earshot, but not out of sight of his phone. Aidan pondered what to do next. She had no money and wasn’t from around here. He figured the police would organise something, but he fantasised with a stupid grin that she would just have to come home with him. Perhaps then she would fall for him and treat him as her knight in shinning armour. In reality he knew she would never do that. He snapped himself out of his daydream. Real life wasn’t like a manga or anime where the hot girl ends up falling for the poor dorky guy.

Eventually the girl put the phone down on the bench beside her and began crying into her hands once more. He felt that she really needed a hug, but there was no way he would risk upsetting her by offering that. She seemed even more stand-offish than him. Besides that he was a coward when it came such things. He came back and gingerly reached for the phone, sliding it towards himself with outstretched finger tips. He was trying to keep a respectful distance from the girl. Did you call the police? he asked. Emma nodded. I’m from Brisbane. I don’t know anyone around here. Clenching her fists she cursed "Why does this crap have to happen on a Sunday when the banks are