Alan Scarlett and the Scarlett Virus
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 8: Camp Curtis Spaceport
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Camp Curtis Spaceport - A deadly virus is loose in the solar system. If left unchecked, it could kill all life on Earth and her colonies on Mars, Luna, and Venus. Created as the ultimate weapon, it got loose and wiped out an entire colony. Only one person has the skills, the brains, and the political backing to do what needs to be done to stop the virus, but he's only eleven years old. He's got some training to do.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military Science Fiction Space Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
Ohio Desert, January 17, 2132
Camp Curtis Spaceport
Alan and Christa grabbed the seat armrests as the ship shook while it entered Earth’s atmosphere. The shaking got so bad that Christa thought it was going to rattle some teeth loose. All the while, they plunged down through Earth’s atmosphere. Ray sat next to her and snored. He’s been sleeping for the past five hours. The trip was not bad; it was their first ride in space, but when the stewards set their cabin up for re-entry is when it got real. Playing games in zero G was a lot of fun. There were several other kids their age on the ship and they gravitated toward each other during the weeks long flight.
Ray and Christa were the only Martian kids on the ship, and the other kids were Earthlings returning to Earth and were shocked to discover that Ray and Christa were Martians. “You’ve never been to Earth?” was the most asked question. They were shocked to discover that Ray and Christa had never been outdoors. The closest to outdoors they ever got was the train between Perseverance City and Bradbury Canal. Those kids were startled to find that the only growing plants Alan and Christa had ever seen were the ones in planters in Perseverance City that they saw for the first time a few months ago. “Fields of plants” was a completely alien concept to the young Martians. Alan pictured a barren desert landscape with a few pots of house plants here and there and decided that the “fields of plants” idea was impossible.
It is one thing to be told you’d be landing at Camp Curtis in the Ohio desert. The reality was something Christa and Alan were not ready for. Seeing their sleeping bunks turn into re-entry seats was terrifying. But then they had to strap in. For nearly a day they endured the G-forces of deceleration, then the captain announced they would be penetrating the atmosphere and that’s when the shaking really got bad ... and Uncle Ray slept through it. “Oh, sorry kids, I was up all-night playing pinochle with a couple from Earth, when do we break atmosphere?”
“We already did!” cried Alan. “We’re on final glide now!”
“Oh, I missed my favorite part,” mumbled Ray. Ray had been a different man since the memorial for the 122 people that died, including Harrison and Laurel Scarlett.
“Uncle Ray, do you realize that mom and dad were the only people from Marconi-Edison Bio-Electronics that died in that blowout?”
“You don’t say,” said Ray, looking out the porthole (actually a television screen connected to an exterior camera) at the clouds they were gliding through. Camp Curtis was a huge dry lakebed north of Columbus, Ohio. It was blasted sterile during the Atomic Exchange of 2085. Alan was not the first and wouldn’t be the last person to ask, “Why did they nuke central Ohio?”
“We think they were aiming for Cleveland and missed,” said Ray. “The tsunami from Lake Erie scrubbed this area clean a few years later, like it did to Buffalo, Erie, Ashtabula, Toledo, and others.”
The big space liner finally set down on Runway two nine and used the entire five miles to slow down before turning toward the terminal. The pilot was a master at landing and the big ship’s momentum carried them right up to the terminal, where they stopped on the mark with just a touch of brakes.
“Now what?” asked Christa.
“We catch a flight to Guam then a boat to Fiji 2.”
“I’m tired of flying,” moaned Alan.
“A boat is not flying,” said Ray. “Didn’t you study history?”
“Yes, it didn’t make sense then either,” groaned Alan.
“How long till we get there?” asked Christa.
“Our flight to Guam is six hours, our boat ride to Fiji is about a day long. First you need to get used to Earth Gravity. Stay buckled in, they’ll let us know when it’s time to go,” said Ray. A few minutes later, the door opened, and the stewardess helped the kids unbuckle from their seats and they collected their flight bags from the overhead rack.
“It’s so heavy,” groaned Christa, who was feeling the tug of bra straps on her shoulders for the first time.
“You’re not carrying anything,” said Alan, who was slowly getting out of his chair.
“My blouse!” said Christa, “I can feel its weight ... and my shoes! They weigh a ton.”
“Everything is going to weigh over twice as much. It will take some getting used to,” said Ray. “Especially if you want to go to college here on earth.”
“Why would anyone want to go to college here?” asked Christa, as they approached customs.
“There’s two colleges on Mars, there’s actually thousands of colleges on Earth. You can’t become a geologist or a botanist on Mars. You have to come here to earth, get your degree, then take your knowledge back to Mars,” said Ray.
As he spoke, they went through customs. Their luggage was searched extensively by a customs official who asked questions with a grunt.
“Where were ya born?”
“Bradbury Canal.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re serious, right?” Christa couldn’t believe that she found someone who knew nothing about Bradbury Canal.
“Where ya going?”
“Fiji.”
“How long ya intending to stay?”
“Couple of weeks.”
Soon they were walking around what looked like a running track with benches and water fountains all around it. “How long do we have to do this?” moaned Christa.
“Just two laps,” said Ray. “This is to get you used to Earth gravity ... where’s Alan?” He looked around and behind them was Alan. He was at a water fountain pushing the button over and over, watching in amazement as the stream of water arced through the air and landed in the basin.
“Alan, it’s a water fountain, you drink, watch.” Ray leaned over and took a sip. “See?”
Alan pushed the button and leaned in and took a sip. It tasted wild. It tasted exciting compared to the purified and semi-distilled water he was used to. “It’s different!” said Alan.
“Wait until you try soda water,” said Ray. “Let’s go,” and he started jogging.
“Uncle Ray, wait!”
“You young sprouts are going to let an ancient man beat you?” That was the right motivation. For the first time, they began running on earth. They didn’t have to hold back like in school on Mars because there was room here. When they finished their two laps (eight hundred meters) they were winded, but it was fun. “Come on, let’s go find dinner then go flying.”
Ray took Alan and Christa to a small restaurant and introduced them to something they’ve never had before: meat. “Oh my god this is so good!” gasped Alan.
“It’s so...” Christa was at a loss for words. Her small, chopped steak was captured between two baked buns and topped with red and yellow sauces that added to the sensations. Alan and Christa agreed that this is what rich people must eat. “What is this?” she held up a hot, golden stick.
“It’s a French Fry. It’s made from the root of a plant. It’s washed, peeled, cut and cooked. You sprinkle a little salt on it and maybe dip it in ketchup.”
Their favorite was the paper cup full of sweet, bubbly, black water. “It’s called Coke,” said Ray. He was still feeling and acting distant, but at least he was now interacting with Alan and Christa. He was almost silent on the weeks long flight from Mars.
“Uncle Ray, when are we going to go outside?” asked Christa. She was told that they could go outside on earth without a pressure suit and helmet.
“We will go outside when we get to Guam,” said Ray.
“What’s a Guam?” asked Alan.
“It’s an island.” Ray expected the next question and handled it with, “It’s a piece of land with water all around it.” As Christa and Alan prepared their next question, Ray said, “It won’t sink, it won’t flip over and it’s very big. It’s bigger than Perseverance City and Bradbury Canal combined. Think of it as an immense mountain, three miles tall or taller with just the very tip top sticking above the surface of the water.” The kids could picture a mountain that tall. There were mountains nearly twenty miles high on Mars. What they couldn’t imagine was enough water to surround a mountain.
Soon they were joining dozens of other people on what Uncle Ray called a hypersonic transport, which reminded Alan and Christa of the train on Mars, but with smaller windows. The transport took off by rolling along what Ray explained was a runway; until they were moving fast enough for their wings to generate lift. The ride smoothed out as the ship left the ground and continued to accelerate. They were soon flying at the edge of the atmosphere. “How long is this flight?” Christa asked.
“Ten thousand miles, roughly,” said Ray.
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