One was a food substance, a sort of fish egg that tasted amazing and was filled with nutrition. If Earth could utilize the species creating these eggs, this new fish could be the greatest thing the torn world had seen in a long time.
Second, was a mineral Sinaye had been working with daily. It was located in a few isolated spots about the sea, and she was already utilizing its green casings to rebuild DNA. From what she could see, this mineral would, and could be the best thing for fighting aging that she had ever worked with as a scientist.
The aquatic people living here had never even considered such scientific work, so she had a lot of different minerals at her fingertips.
Resin and Sinaye had been on this moon long enough to study these fish people much more closely as well.
They had fins on the backs of their heads that were a reddish pink color. They all had huge dark eyes and sharp fins on their forearms. They had webbed feet, with three or four toes on each. Their five-fingered hands were very similar to that of a human's. Strangely, they seemed to have a definite affinity for collecting seashells. This appeared to be their one main goal in life, to acquire something special. Those with the best or most shells, were looked upon as very successful.
Such an easy life, thought Sinaye as she and Resin left the water.
For weapons, these sea people preferred long jagged spears and curved swords and knives. They could fight; it was ritual that they did fight, but it was never really about prestige, it was more for their own entertainment.
Oddly enough, they didn't have a leader. The ones that had the most respect were definitely admired here, and the elderly were not thrown aside like in America. Each was treated and loved equally in the aquatic community.
One in particular, a unique colored dweller, a woman Sinaye had named Thella, had become a good friend over the years. They both helped each other to learn so much in this realm. Race was never an issue here.
As the days went by, Sinaye had grown accustomed to her new life. Celestial, her baby daughter, had now awakened inside their home.
She was her lil prize. Taking the child in her arms, she whispered, "My sweet child, my baby girl, I love you so much. I hope you can meet my sisters one day. Oh, how I miss them. I pray we will get to see them one day soon."
Chapter Twenty-Three
Darren and his gang of motorcycle bandits were living life to its fullest. They were a strong group of mostly men, but they did also have some women living in isolated California territory. They did as they pleased, taking as they went and following no laws.
The bottom line, though, was if you go too far in one direction, the Corporation would hear about you, and this was the case with Darren's gang. He had no idea.
They had basically taken over a town for themselves but roamed the whole region doing as they pleased.
There were plenty of fruit, vegetables, and nuts in the general vicinity, so these commodities worked out well for them. They made, stole, or scrounged for everything else.
The first thing the Y-Corporation would do to infiltrate those people who were not following laws, would be to send in a spy. This is exactly what they'd done with the biker clan.
His name was Rabbit, Rabs for short. He had slowly worked his way in with the gang after they picked him up at one of their supply gathering expeditions. He was a low-key guy but fit in decently enough. He had computer skills, and this led to several finds and valuable information pick-ups that the gang were happy to get their hands on.
All the while, Rabbit was also transmitting details to Los Angeles, specifically to Spicy, the leader of the watchdogs.
The one extra discovery Rabs was able to pick up on recently, was an Indian reservation settlement about fifty miles north of the clan's home. Again, they were people living off the grid and simply doing their own thing.
Rabs hardly went out on group bike trips, but today he was one of nearly thirty traveling north and heading for a ridge that overlooked this Native American community.
These Indians were not really hurting anybody. Such tribes these days were ultra-rare but still existed in this country.
The Y-Corporation hardly ever traveled this far out. However, Rabbit could do nothing but join the ruckus as the bikers descended on the tribe. It was time for their frustration to be taken out.
There would be no more watching and scouting; these people were prey, and many of the women were sought after by guys in the gang.
As the motorcycles roared into the Native American camp, much hustle and hollering ensued. The reservation was under attack.
For the first time in three years, J-Rail heard the sounds of battle. He figured that, one day, someone or something would come to disturb his peace. He was surprised and a little sad, but he already had a getaway plan in order, even though he had hoped it would never need to be put into action.
As the fighting began, he grabbed the ones he cared for most and immediately headed up a trail on horseback, galloping deeper into the mountain range that stood behind their camp.
Darren was not much into killing ; he preferred the resources that could be gathered here over the fighting, but he had to appease his men. They wanted the women and would happily kill any man who tried to stand in their way. He had tried to persuade them to leave the women alone, but the boys clearly hadn't taken his advice.
The bloodshed was bad and definitely not something he was proud of, yet without him, it would've been way worse. The men would probably look to the sisterhood women next, but he had a plan. The bikers would soon move on and Jansa would be just fine. The entire reservation was put to waste, but Darren had at least fought for the children to escape unharmed. The bikers were out and about searching for any others that had run away.
***
J-Rail took his people to a cave high above the trail in the hills. One of his group was the young girl Naiera. But they would only be able to hold out here for so long, so he needed another plan.
Little did he realize that they had been spotted heading up the ridge, or that the motorcycle outlaws were already in pursuit. Some were speeding up the ridge right now to hunt them down.
The bikers made their way up the hill and surrounded the fleeing and hiding Native Americans along with the bounty hunter.
Many had to fight. In the end, a few managed to run away, but a few were taken down. J-Rail had escaped on horseback. Fleeing for his life on a higher trail, J-Rail was already being pursued by bikers. As J-Rail urged his horse up the hill at full speed, one of the bikers roared up in front of him.
The sudden appearance of the motorcycle made the horse swerve hard to the right, flipping J-Rail off to the left in the process. He caught his balance at the last second before hitting the ground.
The biker leaped off his bike and drew out a long serrated sword, which he pointed menacingly at J-Rail.
The biker was about the same size as the former bounty hunter, though his face and neck were covered with tattoos and many piercings, and his shaggy black hair was held back by a skull top hat. The biker smiled with a few silver teeth at the man before him.
Realizing J-Rail was not even Indian, the biker frowned and asked, "Why do you hang with these people, what is wrong with you?"
J-Rail circled about his opponent and pulled a long slim sword from a pack on his back. He spun the blade about his wrist and beckoned to the biker man to come at him. "Does it matter who I hang out with, really? You should have minded your own business," he replied.
The tough biker came right at him. J-Rail immediately swatted away the attacks of this wild man and though rusty, he had done this a million times in the past. He let the man grow in attacking confidence by standing back and defending more shots. Then, when the time was right, J-Rail slid to the left, slicing into the biker's stomach before spinning around and slicing him in the back.
The biker glared up at J-Rail from his doubled over position. "You fucking prick! I'm gonna kill you!" The bounty
hunter's eyes flickered with pure rage; he had lost his new family and wanted to scream bloody murder. But fighting was all about control and breathing, so he kept his cool, despite his pain.
J-Rail reversed the grip of his blade as the biker hacked down on him with his jagged weapon. Next, he ran right and carved the slim blade's edge into the man's neck. The cold steel sliced all the way to the back of the man's head before removing a sliver of the man's ear as well.
J-Rail never looked back to see the results as he jogged up the hill to find his horse and rode away. Just as he thought the worst was over, he saw Naiera under attack.
A biker woman had caught up with the young Indian, who was fighting to keep the crazy woman at bay with a stick. The biker chick was a lean lady, with cut muscles and a nasty demeanor. "Get over here, you're coming with us," she cried. "My boys are going to enjoy a little Native American chickadee food, and I'm getting the credit for the catch. Don't make me smash your head in, lil princess. Get on my bike and let's go!"
Naiera was shaking her head. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
The woman, who had short black hair with tips of blond, then reached for her sheath and pulled out a Bowie knife. She swerved it about in the young girl's face, threatening to take her head off if she didn't so as she was told.
J-Rail raced towards them, but the biker chick went at Naiera before he had time to get there. Luckily, as she tried to swipe the knife into the girl's arm, Naiera jumped back to make her miss.
As the wild child continued to dodge and duck the swipes of the blade, the biker woman was getting pissed. "You little bitch! I'm trying not to slice you up too bad, stop moving!" she yelled.
This time, Naiera stepped to the left and cracked the woman across the wrist with her stick. Having dropped her blade, the biker woman instantly dove to grab the young girl. She lifted Naiera in the air, but the girl kneed the woman in the gut, sending them both tumbling backwards down a hill.
J-Rail pulled his horse up and looked down the embankment to watch the ongoing fight.
The knife was gone and the larger woman was on top of the young girl, grabbing at the girl's throat. Naiera pushed the woman's arm across her collarbone and hugged the woman tight, trapping the biker's arm and squeezing her neck down.
She squeezed and strangled the rugged woman with all her might, but it wasn't quite enough to put her out. So she gracefully slid around to the backside of her opponent, slipped her hands over her face, and dug her fingers into the eyes of the biker chick.
The wounded woman instantly began screaming in agony and bucked the young girl off her by thrashing her body all about. The blood pouring from her face and eye sockets left her pretty much blind. J-Rail arrived to assist just in time to witness Naiera grab a loose rock and smash the thing into the temple of the injured biker. The woman dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Seeing that the woman was still moving, albeit barely a twitch, the young girl continued to slam the rock into the woman's head, over and over until her skull was completely crushed.
Before J-Rail could say anything, Naiera had bolted up the trail and vanished.
He leaped back on his horse and chased after her. When he caught up with the girl, he grabbed her and put her on the back of his horse before the two rode off together.
They rode over the ridge and down into a secluded valley to the west. After more than two hours on horseback, they came upon a new valley that opened up into a large open area, which appeared to be a vineyard of some sort. Deciding to set up camp in the hills for the night, they lit a small fire to ease the encroaching night chill.
Later, with the darkness of the night surrounding him and Naiera fast asleep, J-Rail slipped off to scout the area.
Dressed in black while roaming in the dark, he looked like nothing more than a shadow in the night. As he made his way around, he was very surprised to find a secluded homestead. He quietly went to investigate. Low and behold, he spotted the rebels of a particular sisterhood sitting by candlelight inside. He chuckled to himself as he wondered what he could do with such information; funny how life can change in an instant.
J-Rail made his way back up to the young Indian girl, who was still sleeping, and sat by the small fire while he contemplated his next decision. He was mad at the loss of his Native American family members, and he did want to react with revenge on those bikers, but it was really not his calling. He had made a decision long ago to lay low, and that certainly would not be the case if he was to go after the entire remaining gang. Nor would it be the case if he decided to report these women to whoever ran the country these days.
In truth, this sisterhood had gained his respect long ago. He took out a joint and smoked it, thinking deeply by the glow of the orange blaze. He needed to relax.
Later, when the girl awoke, he explained, "We're going to go down to a new place to live. You must be very quiet once we get there. I'm going to leave you there for a bit while I come back out and scout," he lied. Naiera was afraid, but he was all she had in the wilderness. She nodded her head in agreement.
***
That morning, the women of the sisterhood found the child nestled in the barn. She had learned the normal English language, but loneliness and fear took her tongue. She muttered only a few words. "He's gone…all gone…just me."
Little did she know that she was in a better place now; a place for her to grow up with the sisters of the dawn's early light.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Omagus made his way to see the president's assistant, Aaron Steele, this very afternoon.
As they met, a news broadcast came up on a huge computer screen in Aaron's office.
We at the Y-Corporation are proud to announce that the death match games are back on for your entertainment. We will be sponsoring many such arena fights throughout the country. So grab your tickets today and enjoy combat at its most extreme. We at Y-Wood are bringing fun back to you, the people of this proud nation.
Aaron looked up from his desk and, as always, was in wonder of this mega machine robot; the one with probably the most artificial intelligence in the world.
He said, "Can I ask you something, Omagus? And this is just between you and me. I know you came up with the Bloom Bar idea…I just want to know why, and listen, you don't even have to explain yourself if you don't want to." He motioned to Omagus to hold up. "Let me first tell you what I know," added the president's human assistant. "I've heard the first golden ticket was found by a metal factory worker in Chicago. I've also heard that another ticket was found in Florida, but that it was then washed away in a storm, presumably lost forever. So there are, I think, four left to be found."
Aaron touched his computer and let it go dark before he continued. "And by the way, your research and your creation of the nutritional bar has been an absolute smash hit. The funding coming in is, shall I admit, incredible."
The tall metal robot with glowing green eyes nodded, knowing his ideas would always work.
Before Aaron said anything more, the super bot turned and walked out while Aaron was calling for him to wait. "Omagus, I wanted to know more about your citizenship idea…the aspect of the gold, silver, and bronze factions?"
Omagus' mind started to fill with thoughts of his old mentor, President Marcou, and all the knowledge and memories he'd copied and downloaded for Omagus. In truth, Omagus was perhaps part human now. The bot kept going. He was yet to finalize the identity branding he wanted to implement among the people of the country.
Aaron yelled out, "There's still these other tickets to talk about!"
The super robot was somewhat lost in one particular thought—this Zaey woman, who was one of the Q-Jin. Not only had she come to his old home base and played a game with his former president, she was also a huge reason for his mentor's downfall.
One particular thought kept plaguing Omagus: Zaey caused Marcou's death. The Australian woman with brownish red hair, a petite little thing who Marcou desi
red to sexually engage with, had pretty much killed him. He had a database of the women that Zaey ran with. Little had been heard from these rebels as of late, yet the Aussie girl still lingered in his computerized brain.
Omagus would make it his goal to see her demise. With that thought concluded, a million others flooded his mind.
He made his way down to the lowest level of eighty-five in the Empire State Building, where he had crafted together his own personal entourage of robot soldiers. He had many here of high intelligence.
Omagus also had his own personal cyber hacker, the robot he called Atune.
Atune was a squat-bot, short and stocky, full of microchips and data, colored orange and gray, and he spun about on a swivel chair due to the fact he had no legs. He turned his round head to see his boss enter.
It was down below on these floors that the entire outside computer network was run and monitored by the Y-Corporation.
"Hello, sir," the odd robot said. The super bot knew that the Y-Corporation had the only working satellites orbiting Earth, and more information came to them than anyone knew. Atune added, "As to your instructions, sir, the building of the female statue continues. They are bringing in metal and still trying to put her together."
Grinning to himself, Omagus knew this would never stop.
"And what else?" he asked, urging Atune on.
"Mars is doing as you have instructed. We have recovered wormhole access to the planet. Oh, and their flags keep popping up all over the place."
The super bot nodded. "Okay, go ahead and continue with your normal report now."
The info bot rolled its head in circles as it calculated more data.
"There is still no location on Resin Cador. Sorry, sir. The fires are still going, and lastly, we have all the ingredients for the soda you asked for."
Omagus was satisfied with today's report. He turned and made his way back up the thousand-foot, steadily crumbling building. He spoke out loud as he strode onward. "The soda…now that is going to be quite an interesting idea in due course. Citizens brainwashed via their own downfall, drinking unhealthy soda with my special nanobot alterations."
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