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Draiken, who was specially prepared not to step into a room without first entering it for possible attacking corners, doesn't see it at all. It' a classic room, the same as any number of others that have been in existence for millennia on any number of universes; a shape that follows functionality that only changes from the general style when a typical Chinese design is like a show-off.
He has not opened any gates, no one enters the hallway from either side, no one approaches quickly to shut with him in the period of need to do so. His attacker does not exist at one point, in the next he appears in Draiken's periphery, his mighty right-handed reaches for Draiken's throat.
However, Draiken has turned to face him, and so he is unready when the room doors retreat into the walls with supernatural impeccable timings and a smaller and more subtle sleeve appears to attach a buzz patch to the bottom of his throat. When Draiken senses the first signs, they spill over his shoulder and crawl down his backmusculature.
With a faint, unfocused punch, he targets the lady in the door, who also easily saves him. When the dark comes, he realizes that both man and women are clothed according to their observations, as if they consider it a good habit to get as near as possible to nakedness without getting there completely.
Slim stripes of metallicsilver, lightweight enough to expose the underlying shapes, conceal their central parts. A man's breasts are naked; the female uses the same silvery materials to enclose her right but not her other. They both have their necks and collars coated with the same materials, which look less like a cloth than a shaping colour.
Despite the thousands of years since the surrender of the home world, both men and women still have Asiatic characteristics, in both cases with a nice effect, although the silver filaments, which they both have as much as they do have as strange esthetic choices as street wear reminiscent of swimsuits. And when he awakens, he finds himself in his own room in the room, or at best in one that' s the same.
The kidnappers would have had little cause to move him, let alone take his one plain travel pouch, if only they had moved him to an identic room where the pouch occupies the same edge of an identic chest of drawers. Now Draiken himself is what a fellow sardonian called a "floating head", in a nutshell, a transient tetraplegia thanks to a spine bloc at the bottom of his throat (Of course, it could be long term for him, a pausing misidentifier from the day when the real spine injury was a lifelong prison term, not just until he got someone to carry him to an AIsource Medical Newspaper.
Surprisingly, the pretty lady with the spiny silvery fur appears, not surprised to see him up. She' s no longer in a crooked swimsuit, but in a new, much more traditional outfit: a narrow grey overall that stretches from her throat to her knuckles, but for her right sleeve, which she sits on.
This was the 10th months of my stay on Earth, and I had almost gotten used to the scent, but still a small overlap with antimycotics has not changed it. They always want to know where I worked so they can find out what odor they have, because they think it's important - oh, the salty lake odor, they say, nod wise, or the savage plains odor, or the other Earther things they think they know.
However, among us we do not need to listen where, because we know the smell of soil and cement and mixed musks, that is the earth, whether it is a salty ocean and junipers on the summit or snowmelt and mountain blossoms or maize cultivation. It' all the earth. Aliens would do it because they thought the coldness of outerspace was getting us used to it.
You never seemed to realize we didn't waste any of our precious moments in the world. Spacecold means something went awry at home. Almost everyone I ever encountered on Earth commented that he was in a minute sphere encircled by a void, as if that did not also describe their circumstance.
The Pavelkas were a good task for a treaty on earth: warm-hearted, really ready to consider their contractually bound minions as transient kin. Anna-Reese, the mother of the whole household, took the same number of shift work as we did, and we all had dinner three meals a night around the large apple wood meal counter in the canteen.
They gave us evenings for ourselves to see or go reading or watching or reading the blackboards or notifying our homes. Not expecting much from my people. Working the high-risk positions to try to buy a boat so that Hans and Cora and I could be with him again as a happy group.
I had to see what else he had to say, if he would come to me and if it could mean that I could be with the remainder of my familiy again. There is the kind that is annoying and you try it again, and there is the kind that keeps your hosts on two or three different planet and that knew where in the living spaces of the external system.
I' ll just let it go in a photo, me and Hans and Cora and our Xiang-Ming and our female comrade before she passed away. If I make it to Mars, I'll get another one with just me, Hans and Cora. It was six years ago, and Cora has been growing so much.