Alan Scarlett and the Scarlett Virus
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 10: University of Northern North America
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: University of Northern North America - 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
Melville Saskatchewan, October 6, 2141
University of Northern North America
Dear Alan
It seems like only yesterday when I heard you were accepted into the Naval Academy. I was so proud of you then and now, just a moment later, it’s time for your first solo flight. I saw Uncle Ray last weekend. He’s on Earth again, but like usual, he won’t say why. He’s so proud that you joined the Navy. Is he going to be there when you shove off? This is a big thing for him!
Thanks to Uncle Ray, the government of Mars has passed a law that allows Martian members of the military to be recruiters on Mars. The new law will even allow a unit with a Martian commander to be stationed temporarily on Mars. I heard a rumor that the Western Alliance Navy is going to make a Martian division and will make modifications to the uniforms for us Martians. This really is Big! Are you going to be the first Martian stationed on Mars? Will you be in charge of a Martian fleet?
Life in Melville, Saskatchewan, hasn’t changed. I’m still stuck in the Art History department of UNNA (University of Northern North America) and am waiting for official word to see if my professorship has been approved. They say that the only places that hire Art History majors are historical digs and Art History departments at universities. Sadly, that seems to be the case. The only digs I heard of in North America are in the remains of Buffalo and Cleveland. There’s a rumor that an archeology team has located the site of the Museum of Rock and Roll. That would be exciting, and we’d be close!
Oh well, time for lecture. Why do I get the freshman classes all the time?
All my love
Christa.
Dr. Christa Scarlett stepped out of her apartment building and snorkeled down the hood of her parka against the frigid blast from the west. Winter is early this year! She walked across the university’s quadrangle of plastic and steel structures to the College of Art History. The wind blew dead leaves and a light snow across the dry lawn as she fought her way against the wind and into Gibson Hall. Inside the four-floor building, she threw back her parka hood and pressed the elevator call button.
The elevator door opened and two people got off, and as she stepped on the elevator, someone stepped on with her. She rode with him up to the third floor and as he stepped off; she pressed the door close button, then on the builder’s plate below the controls she noticed it said Otis Elevator, HQ Denver, Colorado. The corporate headquarters for Otis Elevator was in Farmington, Connecticut. Anyone with Christa’s background would understand the meaning of that error. She pressed the O in Otis twice while holding the door close button and the elevator dropped. It dropped until she was 25 meters below ground, where the elevator stopped, the doors slowly opened, and Christa stepped off the elevator.
She found herself in a sterile-looking lobby with one mirror and a pair of doors to her right. She stepped up to the two-way mirror, which concealed a heavily armed guard behind the mirror made of thick, bulletproof glass.
“Name?”
“June third, twenty-one fifteen,” she recited her date of birth to her reflection as she slid her driver’s license under the glass. If she was being forced into the secured area by an enemy agent, when asked her name if she had said her name, that would have triggered a “duress situation” and the guards would have killed anyone near her. Last month the question ‘Name?’ was answered with your college employee ID number. Next month, it might be your favorite color.
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