Benevolence
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If you were sentenced to death, wouldn’t you jump at a chance for life?
Even if it was to leave Earth and board a ship full of freaks—the hideous survivors of a DNA altering plague?
Arlen Rowell took that chance and found the freaks were a finer stock of folks than the ones who shunned them from their home planet. On the ship Benevolence Arlen found honesty, integrity, fortitude, a little danger, and...love.
Then he found a way to contact the other nine freak ships with the idea that 50,000 freaks could find a planet and make a home.
Patricia Crumpler
Patricia is a former art teacher and high school librarian. She lives in south Florida with her husband and three dogs. She writes short stories, novellas, and novels, mostly fantasy and Sci-Fi. She has also written three Romances, a Sci-Fi, a Victorian, and a Contemporary. Her stories revolve around action and deep relationships, allowing the reader to watch the scene unfold as if present. Patricia is active in three critique groups and often helps new writers learn the ropes. She is an active member of Florida Writers Association, Mystery Writers of America, and Romance Writers of America.When not writing, Patricia enjoys painting watercolors and drawing in several media. Currently she is learning illustration techniques for future books. Her frequent travel provides opportunities to check off bucket list items and sometimes inspires new stories. She is a voracious reader and loves a good book talk.Check out her Facebook page at Carpewordum@gate. net.
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Benevolence - Patricia Crumpler
"A compelling tale about second chances and finding life's beauty where you
least expect it. It may be set in space, but it speaks to all hearts."
~ Jade Kerrion, author of Perfection Unleashed
Benevolence
Patricia Crumpler
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2017 by Carpewordum Press ™
Updated 2020
All rights reserved. Including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form without prior written consent of the author, except for brief quotes for use in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Dedication
Thanks to Robert Heinlein, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and all the other twentieth century sci-fi authors who fired my imagination.
Chapter One
Earth: 2120
All rise.
Arlen Rowell had heard the bailiff’s directive before. Now he and the other convicted prisoners awaited their sentencing, conveniently done en masse.
Through narrowed eyes, the judge’s contempt was apparent to the six men and one woman standing before him. Killers, all,
he snarled, but I’ll grant you another swing at the piñata, not for treats, for years.
Silently the courtroom waited for the judge’s next words. Instead of what you deserve, death by brain shut-down, I’m offering you life.
The courtroom buzzed to life as the judge held up a hand. Not a good or easy life. Some of you may prefer an easy death.
Silence prevailed as all strained to hear the terms. You will be sent to serve aboard Interstellar Havens for Plague Victims…
A gasp arose from the courtroom as the sentence was revealed.
The woman stepped forward. Freak Ships? Pass. Kill me.
Such was the reputation of these Havens.
The judge’s raised hand didn’t immediately quiet the growing noise. Those of you who want to live, follow her.
He indicated a woman standing by an antechamber door.
The woman’s pointed features resembled the rats Arlen trapped in his store’s basement. The woman looked as if she were cornered and ready to bite.
Arlen and three other men followed rat-lady. As they left the courtroom, the judge sentenced the remaining prisoners who elected death over life on the ships that housed the survivors of the Fall-Out Plague.
Inside the antechamber, the woman nodded to a guard who shut the door. She glared at the men. Sit. I’m Loren Drutz, Assistant to the Secretary of Humane Welfare. It’s my unpleasant duty to be in charge of the─
The man next to Arlen finished her sentence. Freak Ships.
Loren Drutz scowled. "When you get to your ships you can call them whatever you wish. No one will know. No one will care. For the record, your names will appear on the executed list; you will never return to Earth. She smirked.
I doubt you’ll ever be allowed to set foot on any other planet. You will become your ship’s single Normal human, the Liaison."
The guard dropped a valise on the table with a thud and opened it.
Drutz removed four black notebooks, pitching them to each prisoner. Once you’ve left Earth your only human contact will be a space clerk, an unlucky fellow who takes your reports, in person.
She tapped the valise. The only communication allowed is during the six-month recurring visits from the clerk. The Humane Welfare clerk will fly a capsule from the transporter that docks at an airlock to which only you have access. As the sole Normal aboard the ships, you, and you alone, can interact with the clerk. Between reports, the clerk will do his best to forget you, the craft, and the…
She shuddered.
Another man at the table said, Freaks.
Drutz snarled, Plague Survivors.
The same man held up his hand. I have questions.
The corner of Drutz’s lip curled in a grimace. No you don’t. Everything you need to know is in that notebook.
She snapped the valise shut and headed toward the door. With her back to the new recruits, she tossed her words at the guard. They’re all yours.
The guard led them through a door that opened into a dark tunnel. Come with me.
A whoosh heralded an air shuttle that stopped without sound. They all boarded for a smooth ride through the dimness that lasted a few minutes.
In the silence, Arlen had a chance to think about what he’d agreed to. What other choice could he make? He’d never see his family again with either decision, but at least he’d duck the death penalty. He wasn’t even thirty and he wanted to live. Live for what? Freaks? He’d missed the chance to square things with his father. He’d never given the man a single opportunity to feel proud. So, life on the mutant ships or death. What did it matter?
Everyone knew about the Freak Ships but no one mentioned them, as if thinking about the victims of the Fall-Out Plague might curse you. Perhaps data existed detailing how many had perished and how many survived but it was history, a past well worth forgetting. The government had encouraged its people to forget.
The craft came to an easy stop and the guard cleared his throat. We’ll wait in that room over there,
he indicated a round chamber a few feet away from the shuttle. The guard sat down in one of the seats rimming the room. He offered no other explanations.
Arlen had not become accustomed to the treatment of criminals. Things had all gone too fast. The break-in and the confrontation with the robber. His small grocery store had done well, made money, and filled a need in that neighborhood. The late hours paid off until the drunken son of the Fire Chief tried his hand at robbery. Arlen tackled the teen who pointed a gun that went off during the fight and killed him. Arlen’s security camera had caught the struggle on tape, visual evidence sufficient to clear him of wrongdoing. Curiously, the tape was lost before the trial. The bereaved Chief and his wife wanted closure
they said. Their son was no robber, just a kid wanting a candy bar on his way home. Arlen had been railroaded to protect the reputation of the city official.
He looked around. Although he didn’t know the story of the other three prisoners, he assumed they would be thinking about their decision as well. Would one regret having a fistfight with his father? Had any let pride keep them from making amends before it was too late? Was any truly innocent of the crime that put them here in this room, but guilty of not doing one single thing to make his father proud?
The drip from a leaking water fountain echoed in the chamber as each man kept to himself. Arlen hated the quiet moments. They allowed too much time for remorse and he had plenty in the past few weeks.
The sound of a key in the lock preceded the door opening. Let’s go,
a new guard said as they followed him to embark on a dingy elevator, heading upward. Rocket ports were known for their elegant designs, but like life, the ports had their dark side, the hidden underbelly, places good citizens didn’t know about and wouldn’t want to.
The elevator jerked to a stop, exposing a near empty room. This is the hold of the rocket,
the guard said. Arlen had been on rockets before but didn’t know the hold had seats—with chains.
Stepping inside, the guard tapped a narrow metal door. Pee now.
They took turns using the room and were shackled to one of the seats afterward. Each seat had a single bottle of water. The guard checked the chains and left.
Arlen drank his water. Soon after take-off, the rocket’s pressurized gasses would induce sleep for the faster than light journey. He wondered where they were going and how long it would take. The noise from the engines deafened him. Sleep couldn’t come soon enough. During the gas-induced sleep, he dreamed of his father, a common theme. He heard the shouts of their argument and his telling Dad to shove the Water Filtration business up his ass. He remembered stomping out of the house ready to take on the world—by himself. He awoke to the pain of regret.
When he awoke, the short blasts from the rockets