Encounter: Pink Elephants on Mars by Mikala Ash

Encounter: Pink Elephants on Mars

byMikala Ash

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Encounter: Pink Elephants on Mars

Mikala Ash


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Pink Elephants on Mars

 

The governor was apoplectic. “The last thing we want in this new republic of ours is a fucking cult!”

Professor Martha Madsen was a frail seventy year old. That is, frail of body, not of spirit. “We are not a ‘fucking cult’ as you so ignorantly describe us.”

“Well, what would you call a bunch of ideological fanatics hell bent on some mad scheme any sane person would call a perverted throwback to eugenics?”

“We simply seek to create the opportunity for humans to have a natural life on this planet.”

“Natural? How in God’s heaven can you say this is natural? You’re playing with our DNA for fucks sake!”

“We’re not playing. We know exactly what we’re doing!”

“Why? For fucks sake, why?”

“So we can breathe!”

For Martha Madsen, that meeting with the Governor could have gone better, but even I had not expected his strident refusal to recognize her plan in the forthcoming constitution. I couldn’t understand his stubbornness, especially given that he’d undergone a longevity treatment which involved, of course, manipulating his DNA to give him another century of life.

The professor slammed the door on her way out. The governor raised an eyebrow at me. “What do you think?”

“They’re not going away.”

“How many are there?”

I shrugged. “No idea. The bureaucracy is a bit distracted at the moment.” That was an understatement, of course. Tidying up the aftermath of our little war of independence was a massive undertaking. Keeping the damaged domes intact was a hell of a job. Our atmosphere is 96% carbon dioxide, with atmospheric pressure below the Armstrong Limit which means even our cold tears would, as the saying goes, scald, and spit would boil in our mouths. And the domes were just one of our problems. Right at the end, the oxygen processors themselves had been targeted by a missile barrage. One had got through our defensive perimeter, half the units had been damaged, and we’d been only a meter away from mass asphyxiation.

Martha’s mad scheme suddenly had some appeal.

The Governor slammed his fist onto the desk. “I won’t have it, you know. I didn’t lose my son in battle just to hand this planet over to those freaks.”

“If she has her way,” I speculated. “And gets her program running, the planet will belong to them in a generation or two.”

His face blanched. “You’re right. If they are able to breathe carbon dioxide, they’ll…” He looked at me squarely with eyes that had stared down the military might of Earth. “Find out all you can. Quickly. We need to cut her movement off at the roots.” He laughed suddenly. “No pun intended.”

Martha had a small lab in the industrial sector. Its dome had escaped significant war damage, with only scorch marks from laser canon, but little else.

I was met at the airlock by a slim, long limbed woman of about twenty five. She was stunningly attractive. Her eyes were dark, her expression intelligent. She gave me the once over, studying me like I was a bacterium on a slide.

“I’m…”

“I recognize you. You’re the spy.”

“Hardly a very useful one,” I replied. “Not if everyone knows me.”

“You’re here to observe, and report back.”

I shrugged. “I’m a simple government employee.”

“Hero of the revolution, that’s what the holovids say.”

“I don’t watch that sort of stuff. They’re far too sensational for my taste.”

“They don’t do you justice.”

I’d already evaluated her and decided she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. There was something fresh and natural about her. After a year of war, that was something to admire.

Her gaze was unwavering. “Martha said you were a fine specimen. She was right.”

“I’m blushing.”

“No you’re not.”

Her heart shaped face underwent a subtle change, as if she’d come to some sort of decision. She leaned in and kissed me, and our lips sparked. That’s a common experience. I’d been outside and the environmental pressure suits often left you with a static charge. But the kiss itself was electric. Her lips were firm and insistent, and her tongue did nothing to disguise her intent. When she broke the kiss she lingered close, and I had the distinct impression she was tasting my breath.

I’d never been so instantly attracted to a woman before, and she couldn’t miss my body’s positive reaction to that kiss. She grasped the lapel of my coat. “Come with me.”

Title:Encounter: Pink Elephants on MarsFormat:Kobo ebookPublished:May 11, 2015Publisher:Changeling Press LLCLanguage:English

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