Fast Space Yacht to Terra - Episode 2 of the Solaris Saga

By Jim Ore

Science fiction for blokes – that’s what you get. If you’re a bloke and you want action, adventure and the odd joke to liven things up this series is intended to keep you entertained as it follows a group of enhanced humans and aliens through various adventures; nearly all entities are represented as normal people doing reasonably normal things and this artifice allows you to follow extraordinary adventures that have never been described before through dimensions, Time and a couple of galaxies. We start with the real reason for space travel – sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.Bosley Publishing
• Release date: Nov 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9780992645847

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Fast Space Yacht to Terra - Episode 2 of the Solaris Saga

FAST SPACE YACHT TO TERRA

Author          Jim ORE

Publisher      C.Bosley Publishing

Text copyright © 2014 Chris Bosley, Worcestershire, England,

Contact [e-mail]

Last edit & conversion to PDF for Google books- 2015-04-12

(Converted to docx format for Kindle which loses a lot of the formatting – for correct layout see Google Play Store edition)

Word count this ep/ttl             – 68,010 / 755,000

Under ISBN 978-0-9926458-4-7 (All rights reserved) a catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

Declaration of copyright and reservation of rights - No part of this book shall be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording, or by any information retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher -

WARNING WARNING ! ! 

The Solaris Saga is written to entertain blokes and is not intended to be read by people such as the female of our species, who after a few pages will go and look for some poor bloke to take their anger out on, or necessary targets like politicians or lawyers or any member of the legal professions who can sue but I ain’t got nothing so they, as the mayor said, can fly off. As for whatever evil creature’s are in those money grubbing, evil, ruining bloody vans, well let’s hope my occasional references to this blight on society upset them nearly as much as the b*stards upset -

However -

Moving on -.

Acknowledgements 

The great heroes, the colossuses that stride upon this bedevilled planet and strive to make it better, that have been my inspiration and may be identifiable by my oblique references to their spectacular deeds or golden words. They have my sincere gratitude and respect which I hope this saga makes plain, 

thanks lads - Jim

Table of contents

Chapter 3 -THE SUNDAY NIGHT WHEN DISASTER STRUCK

Act 1 - The Machines Rise Up

Act 2 - The Alien Strikes

Act 3 - When You're Working on Commission

Act 4 - The Destruction of Eleanor

Chapter 4 – SPACE FLIGHT, THE EARLY DAYS

Act 1 - Elaine - her rise to fame and fortune

Act 2 - A Threeway with Elly-Jo Scruggs

Act 3 – Chat Show Revelations

Act 4 - The Death of Willy

Act 5 – Elly-Jo Becomes a Business Woman

Chapter 5 - THE LAST HOURS OF PEACE

Act 1 - How to Bring Down a Rotten Society

Act 2 - The Birth of the World's Computer

Act 3 - Acacia Avenues in Leafy Suburbs

Act 4 – The Mayhem Begins

Chapter 6 – THE NIGHT OF FIRE

Act 1 - The Mayhem Gathers Pace

Act 2 – Acacia Avenues in Leafy Suburbs

Act 3 - The Long Journey Begins

Act 4 - Problem Solving

Act 5 - A Tiny Fraction of Time before 00:00

A Message from the Authors

THE OTHER EPISODES IN OUR SERIES           

Greetings Boss, thanks for looking at our second episode of the saga we’re compiling for our present employer Master of the Galaxy Solaris. He came across us, Reg and the Melrose & Vine Writer Boys, while we were grafting away, asked about this writing gig problem he had, one thing led to another and he asked if we could help with recording the history and adventures of the crew he was getting together. For us lucky bleeders the gig of the century.

Obviously it’d be better if you read Ep 1 but just in case you can’t get hold of it here’s a quick run down - We went right back and recorded the meeting of our two leading ladies when the young and beautiful Dr Eleanor Cropthorne attended a Lunar medical emergency and agreed to help the slightly older Ruth Winkle and her friends.

An alien accretion particle creature from deep space had recently taken up a concealed position in the Lunar Base and prepared a takeover of the human race which it hoped would start with one of Ruth’s clients from her ahem,  ‘second job’.

It may be fortunate, not just for us but our whole galaxy, that the World Computer had just realised it was sentient and that it’s role was to protect all Mud-dwellers from such takeovers; already it’s saved its planet from a terrorist attack which would have brought total destruction by appealing to Olly, and is now readying itself with it’s new powers to sort the pushy alien out which is where we start on the next page.

We’re sure you’ll soon pick up the thread, blokes who read good SF aren’t daft, but there is one problem that we couldn’t get over and have to ask you to bear in mind - Aliens are different from us - not just the way they speak or the clothes they wear or how many arms they’ve got but if they’re from a different dimension with a different take on space, Time and existence we’d spend a whole bloody episode trying to explain if one walked into the room. So every entity is described as the nearest approximation to us lot, normal people doing normal sort of things.

OK? Got it? Great Boss !  Read on, have fun,

Cheers, Reg and the M&V Boys.

Chapter 3 -THE SUNDAY NIGHT WHEN DISASTER STRUCK

In the Lunar Base weekends were a big deal as people blew off steam after a week of hard graft and for most the climax came as they got back into The Game on Sunday night. The main difference between Down Below and Up Here was that on Terra addicts of The Game who had been kicked off at 02:00hrs Sat morning spent the long forty four hours waiting to go back in, resting, eating and dreaming of the place where everything was perfect for them, but on Luna there weren’t any addicts of The Game, by definition. If you Gamed on Luna, and very few people didn't, you controlled it; if you wanted to wait mindlessly through the day for the chance of killing yourself that night you weren't Luna material and the odd few Up Here that did show any sign of addiction were on a flight back Down almost immediately. But nearly every Lunatic controlled it and carefully spent their few precious hours every other day to live in a paradise of their own construction or meet again those they had lost in the Week of Killing.

This Sunday night, however, other things would happen, people and aliens would meet and become involved, ladies of the night would go to men’s rooms and never be the same again as Fate brought about cruel circumstances.

Take for instance the meeting of Miss Ruth Winkle from the Winers lab, Mr Walter Anchor from the Setters lab and the Alien Accretion Particle Creature from deep space . . .

Act 1 - The Machines Rise Up

Tosser and the Tart

(and the Alien)

Poor old Tosser, wasn’t a Backer; he mostly used up his Time in the game in ten minute bursts all through the day and had to get as much sleep as he could at night what with the two jobs, while most people used their daily two hour allotment by running them back to back as one four hour session every two days.

The Accretion Particle Alien commonly known as a Dust Creature (or Duster) didn’t sleep, and was going to play its own game Sunday night as it launched its takeover attempt on Tosser as the start of its journey to world domination.

The Duster had spent some Time since the failure of its first attempt working on a more successful Tosser Takeover method and had made its new Micronanobot attack as strong and as thorough as it could; it would have been tense, nervous and expectant for the moment when the Nanobots would launch from the gun and spray all over Tosser and hopefully some would find skin and penetrate except it had spent the first few tens of thousands of years of its life alone in deep space and didn’t have such emotions, or even the concepts of emotions; it was only in the last couple of years that it had realised there were other entities and was feeling its way into making contact without being noticed - and we all make mistakes when we’re trying something new.

Ruth Winkle and her carry case.

Ruth waited reluctantly for her appointment in the Night Work that she was hoping to be able to give up if her next payslip showed her pay rise was as substantial as she was hoping for and during Sunday evening she made her usual preparations for a working night, checking the Escorter’s stocks and whether its computer had logged any codes for faults in its mechanisms, then applying her own makeup and perfume etc.. Poor Ruth had been forced into this unsavoury profession as a way of finding the money to save the lives of many of her family members and she was looking desperately for an escape route.

Last week had nearly been a disaster that would have seen her sent Back Down in penury but her new friend, Eleanor, had come to the rescue Big Time. The Boss had definitely taken a shine to the lovely young girl because she’d signed off the somewhat lack lustre demo and upped everyone’s pay scales and bonuses as well which the Skinners really hadn’t expected. Ruth had just about met the outstanding invoices for medicines and couldn’t wait to get her next payslip to see if, with a bit of luck, this might be the last night work appointment she had to keep; she didn’t dare take a chance and miss it because the punter’s deposit had already gone to pay upfront for the next order of drugs and she didn’t have a penny to her name. Poor Ruth hoped and prayed that when she knocked on the client's door in a couple of hours it would be for the last Time.

Tosser had saved and dreamed for years, booked this Sunday night in the euphoria of last week’s job change and big  improvement in his financial fortunes, then suddenly realised what he'd done and worked himself up into a frenzy of fear and embarrassment, caused mainly by making the mistake of taking that idiot Terry on one side when it was quiet in the lab and telling him, in strict confidence, that he had booked like Terry had - and did Terry have any tips for a beginner?

Terry was getting tired of pulling his bounding mate Tim's leg about the exhibition he’d made of himself in front of all those women last Saturday and wanted new material; also he was a leading light in the secret Tosser fan club, the 3T’s, and immediately saw that this was his golden opportunity to shine in front of the other members. Barely concealing his glee at the opportunity, he thought carefully for a moment.

'Walter, mate,’ the mischievous Terry said, ‘here's the thing, I've got to come clean, I didn't tell the truth before, no really!  I had to censor it a lot because I still can’t bleedin’ believe it myself !  You know it was a lot of money? And I said it was worth every penny? And I said I wouldn’t do it again? That was all true! She gave me an bloody experience unlike anything I ever thought could happen to me! You’re going to need some tablets for this one! Sit down mate because this is going to be a shock, what really happened was - '

And he weaved a tale that frightened Tosser to death. Terry went to town describing incredible demands women can make and what a man is expected to submit to as he worked his creative imagination hard, what the whip is for, and the custard, and the ‘innocent of women’ Tosser became more and more a quivering wreck at every word, every nuance, that Terry had dreamed up and prepared in case this golden opportunity ever came along. Also Terry knew that the 3T's couldn't go on much longer now that the whole world had seen their victim upended, thrown into some woman ripping her top down and lying on the floor trying to look up every girl’s skirts, because the website had gone viral and Terry suspected this would be the last opportunity he would have to wind Tosser up, and, not appreciating how vulnerable poor Walter Anchor was, he really used his imagination.

In a panic T tried to cancel but was told the 50% deposit was non-returnable, so all week his nerves became more and more frayed as the tension built as he tried to work out what to do and by Sunday morning he was a quivering wreck; all day he stayed in his room and shook with fear, and by 20:00 hrs most of Tosser except his body had left the building.

Promptly at 22:00 Ruth swept quietly down the corridors dragging her imitation carrycase to knock on Tosser's door. She was ready, dressed and perfumed, to go through her exotic routine with a new client and desperately hoped this might be the last Time.

Just right now money was really tight but the Secretaries from the Boss's office who had been invited to the Celebration party for the successful Year End, while begging for their own new development underpants fitted with the nipple stimulator mechanisms, were only too happy to report that the Boss, who was trialling the model made especially for her as soon as the lab started work last Monday morning, was happier than Larry and would sign practically any bonus claim at the end of the month - if they could stop her giggling.

Ruth was distracted by these happy thoughts of a brighter future and trying not to be too optimistic so she didn't check that the corridors were totally clear before she stopped and knocked briskly on Tosser’s door. While she cleared her throat to lower her voice and talk dirty in a French accent she checked her case was switched on and ready to do its bit and accept the cash, check and count it, analyse the client's metabolism both remotely and from his chemical traces left on the money and prepare the bottle of champagne with the vital chemicals that would rock the client’s boat.

This machine was called an Escorter and was basically a stripped down Medical job but with a money counting facility bolted on, and was a Big Purchase which Ruth had made in instalments out of the money it helped her earn. But they didn't depreciate, so if Ruth was certain she could stop the night work and put her trusty assistant on the market she could get her equity in it back and turn it into a bit of capital. (Escorters are essential to working girls as, like the Medmachs they are astoundingly accurate at assessing the client's state and rigging the fake bottle of Champagne to dispense the chemicals needed to induce euphoria and heightened pleasure responses so the girls didn’t have to get too involved with their clients.)

Tosser’s big moment had finally come after all those years dreaming of it - Ruth was clever and experienced and the routine was well practised - the Escorter made everything easy and had never failed - every previous client had been so grateful for a wonderful experience -

What could possibly go wrong ?

Well, you can be good and you can plan everything but there is always something unexpected that buggers the contract; many times Ruth had said ‘you can always expect the unexpected’  to other people but tonight’s disaster would still catch her out and awful coincidence would prevent her faithful machine from rescuing her.

The problem screaming towards her was that Tosser was past it, well past it. A few unaccustomed drinks as strongly recommended by that bugger Terry during the wait to stiffen his - ah - resolve hadn't helped at all and he was in a right old state; as soon as she stepped inside his room and he’d shut the door behind her he fumbled the wad of cash into her hand but that was about all he could manage and when Ruth said, 'bonjour, Je suis Marie. Merci beaucoup, ma cherie, est-Tu a prêt pour une bonne nuit?’  In 'er best frenchy sex voice he didn't know whether he was coming or going, and was far too embarrassed to look.

In his innocence the poor sod had believed the nonsense Terry had spouted and as Ruth started to take off the cloak the blast of perfume - and the view - hit him and he slumped slowly to the floor in a dead faint.

Fancy meeting you here

By a stroke of good fortune Terry's new love had been asked to work late this night as her lab had a rush on or something, so he’d slipped out and round to T’s section and was lurking in the bushes just round the curve of the corridor watching his door to see what happened; even to get some video if possible. He was concentrating so hard on the hooded figure who strode up in easy experienced bounds to be admitted as soon as she tapped on the door that he didn’t realise till too late that a girl was hurrying in less experienced little jerky bounds down the corridor behind it as well.

He pushed further back into the shrubbery and tried to pull some vines in front of him hoping to avoid being seen.

The girl slowed right up outside T’s door and seemed to listen at it, then moved on - but grabbed a vine and swung to a stop directly opposite the quaking Terry.

The Winers, determined to find and identify the mystery French tart, were out in force. They’d worked out that if anything was going to happen it would be this Time on Sunday night and were spread out patrolling as much of the base living areas as they could cover. One determined tracker had caught a glimpse of a hooded figure and tried to catch it up as unobtrusively as possible, followed from a distance, seen it enter a room, hurried up and had a quick listen then started to move to hide in the bushes just round the curve of the corridor while starting to call in the pack - but was suddenly distracted by a pervert already hiding in the bushes right in front of her.

'TERRY !' She gasped, after a slight delay but with a definite note of female firmness in her voice.

'Susan !' He mumbled for the first Time (but not the last) when caught out in a guilty little moment in their relationship.

'What in hell’s name are you doing here?' She demanded grimly.

‘Well what are you doing here?’ He asked, desperately trying to think of an explanation for the first Time, but not the last, when caught out in a guilty little moment in their relationship.

Most blokes will know that in these sorts of situations in established relationships a vicious argument would’ve immediately broken out, based on her cutting back on his Sunday night rations to go out on some false pretext, and her then finding him lurking in the bushes late at night like a common pervert; but new love is true love and as they'd only known each other a few days they were glad to see each other and just romantically embraced.

After a few breathless moments when they were both wondering if they could get away with a quicky – here – now, a medical crew flew by and entered Tosser's room.

Susan hastily pulled her top down, Terry tried to make room in his underpants and they tried to look innocent; then she finally remembered to Mob her crew.

'I just saw her, she went into some slimy bastard’s room on Corridor 26 near Crosswalk 'A'. I’m waiting nearby, hurry girls, quick !'

Turning point

When Tosser fainted Ruth tried to catch him then dropped to her knees by him to see if he was alright and made him comfortable; she’d had clients