Chosen by the Alien Above Part 4: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance Serial

by Nora Lane

  Both problems were solved with this host. A host provided the organizing focus that was required to regenerate. Rama was particularly pleased with this host and its member species as it also provided the opportunity for pattern procreation.

  The eventual Parting always killed the host. It was an accepted necessity. The cost was inconsequential compared to his continuing consciousness.

  He expanded his thoughts into the station. The transformation was going well. The yushan continued to grow and cover the station. When the transformation was complete, this station would no longer be the crude assemblage of metal and glass it once was. It would be a living organism ready to fulfill its role in the survival of his kind.

  A nursery was needed. The yushan would transform the station into the perfect growing culture for his offspring. And so his kind would rise again.

  The aching vibration of his eternal loneliness disrupted his organized thought patterns. It had been too long since he shared a connection with one of his own kind.

  The Oberrai hunted them into extinction. Only he escaped, weakened and on the verge of disintegration. In his degenerated state, he’d barely managed the Joining. The hibernating state of the host was the only reason it succeeded. In short order, Rama had reorganized the host’s biological processes. He cured a condition that would have made the host useless. It was one among many trivial tasks that every new home required.

  Over time the host grew more robust. Rama expected gratitude, but the emotions he detected while submerged didn't fit the pattern. He still had much to learn about the species. There would be time.

  Seeding the billions of females below would take time. Once other patterns emerged, the work could be shared and the inevitable conversion accelerated.

  One thing puzzled him.

  His deepening integration was meeting a building resistance in the host. All his experience informed him that acceptance increased over time. Yet, the human mind fought him, and with increasing vigor. The fact that he had not emerged in weeks was a disturbing trend that needed further categorization. He partitioned his mind and constructed a thought matrix for the task.

  With that started, he pushed further out…

  And encountered the female. The one he’d brought to him. She was the final experiment. The final test confirmation that this species was a suitable brood cocoon. His time in this latest Joining told him it was likely.

  Told him that his long search had finally come to an end.

  The humans below were a small sacrifice to guarantee the continuation of his kind. He knew they would agree if they could conceive reality at the level he did.

  Just as the Oberrai obliterated his kind. So too would he do what self-preservation required.

  He rose from the restoration pod the human insisted on using. That old habit would die in time, as would Noah and the resistance he offered.

  Without conscious thought, Rama dissolved the gray yushan covering their skin. He disliked the additional constriction. Being clothed in a host was distasteful enough.

  The cool station air kissed their bare skin. His pattern lifted. Exposure was marginally freeing. He brought more of his focus onto the female.

  Her bio-electrics indicated a sleep state. It raised Rama’s vibrations thinking that someday soon another would emerge inside her.

  He would no longer be alone in the universe.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The symbiote Rama Chandriss exited his quarters and barely glanced at the growling mechanical construction in the corridor. His host called it a dog, but the name didn’t match the biological creatures below that carried the same label.

  He would have deactivated the primitive AI years ago, but it seemed to bring pleasure to the host. In the early days of the Joining, the integration was tenuous. Rama thought he would lose the host a number of times.

  It would have meant the end of his existence too.

  The host was much stronger now. Perhaps it was time to reconsider the dog's future. Rama cordoned another thought pattern and resolved to check in later when a decision had been reached.

  He strolled down the hall with just a few stumbles. Host integration was a difficult process. It had taken him hundreds of years to fully integrate with the being Rama Chandriss. Once total integration was achieved, the regenerative process was complete and the host’s body discarded. Rama waited for the Parting with as much impatience as his eons-old mind could experience.

  His current host had nowhere near the complexity of Rama, yet he knew it would still require time.

  The symbiote arrived at the female’s door and swished himself in with a thought. He had no need for key cards or the station’s feeble AI. From his perspective, there was no difference between the dog and the station. To an ant crawling on the ground, the bird in tree was unimaginably high. But to a traveler of the stars, both were so low as to be indistinguishable.

  He approached the bed.

  The female slept fitfully. She tossed and turned like the bed was made of cactus needles instead of yushan. He affirmed his findings. She had the same condition his host had eight years ago. Rama fell sorry for the primitive life fighting to grow in her brain. It had no inkling that its growth would soon kill the host and itself in the process.

  None of his kind could remember, but perhaps they once began in much the same way.

  He extended appreciation. The growth in her head weakened the electromagnetic bonds to the flesh. It would make it easier to seed her with a shard of his consciousness. Yet, he also knew that further opening was required.

  Less than a decade of pattern regeneration had stabilized his matrices. But he had not yet recovered to the point of having the power to forcibly seed a resistant host. That would come in time.

  For now, he accepted that he would have to mate this female to gain the necessary pathways for a successful Seeding. Many sacrifices would be required for the reemergence of his kind.

  He would make them.

  He considered the female again. Her form was bare, As his was. He appreciated her desire for freedom. Fabric was a small Parting, yet it held the echoes of the bigger release.

  He knew she would be considered full-figured for her species. He also knew her stature made her a perfect receptacle for a new emergence. He extended his mind into hers and observed the hints of confusion. Wild elation paired with abject despair. It was a wonder their bodies could contain the expanse of their emotions.

  He slipped into her brain with an increased focus. The thoughtless organism invading her tissue recoiled at his touch. Rama regretted that this creature would never rise to the understanding of his kind. It would never have that chance.

  Rama increased the secretion of protective enzymes. He shut off the invading cells’ ability to reproduce. In less than a second, he made 100,000 other tweaks to her bodily systems. She would grow stronger just as the consciousness inside her would too.

  Optimizing the systems of a host species had always been something of a fascination for Rama. Where others of his kind had trouble getting beyond the distasteful yet necessary Pairing, Rama accepted it and shifted his focus to learning as much about the creatures as possible. At least for the span of time the host body was in service.

  His interest in optimizing the host’s systems was the thing that saved him when the rest of his kind perished.

  He would not make their mistake again.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The symbiote Rama Chandriss partitioned another thought pattern to again evaluate the uprising of the Oberrai. To reconsider how his kind failed to prevent its occurrence. He would not allow the same thing to happen with the human hosts.

  In a flash, he verified that the manipulations to her bio-electrics were moving forward as intended. They were.

  It was time for the Seeding.

  Rama crept up onto the restoration pod. His consciousness stroked the yushan and focused their growing awareness. At his command, they bulged up between her legs and then eased them apart
.

  Rama Chandriss regarded the opening between her legs. A vagina. The tender pink skin and patch of pelt above did nothing for him. He loosened his hold on their body. Just enough to allow it to react as required.

  He swept his consciousness over her calves, over her inner thighs, and along the groove between her legs.

  She moaned in her sleep.

  He kept a focus there while extending another up her stomach, over her ribs, and onto her full breasts. His energy stroked her at each focal point. All of them simultaneously.

  Whimpering words escaped her lips as her breathing deepened.

  He observed their body. He allowed their pulse to quicken. He watched with detached interest at the vasodilation occurring in the their sexual organ. A penis. A shard of his focus detached to encourage the organ to gain its full stature. He returned the matrix between her legs, stroking her there. Her labia were blushed and engorged. A growing wetness dampened her opening.

  A disruptive pattern emerged in his consciousness. Revulsion and attraction in equal measures. His body fought his will even as he consciously surrendered to the degree required for the body to function appropriately.

  At his instruction, the yushan pushed him forward until his probing tool met the parted gate between her legs. The contact of her wet flesh on his stiffness sent a cascade of tingling sparks through his groin. With repulsed fascination, he looked forward to the Seeding.

  He would take her. Seed her. And ensure the continuation of his kind.

  His sacrifice was required.

  He clinched the muscles in their bottom and tensed their hips for a powerful thrust. He loathed the necessity of it. He loathed more his base fascination of it.

  He flicked the yushan and they parted her legs wider. Her engorged labia invited his intrusion.

  GRREAARRRAAHHH.

  The symbiote looked back at the door and observed glowing red eyes aimed in his direction. He terminated the thought matrix considering the AI's deactivation. A decision was made. It should have been done already.

  “Noah?”

  Rama returned his focus to the female below him. She gazed up at him through disoriented and heavy eyes.

  “What are you doing?” She asked.

  Rama felt no need to engage the female in pointless conversation. She was not there to talk.

  She was there to be Seeded.

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