Gabatrix: the Forgotten
Copyright© 2026 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 14: Awakening Part 2
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 14: Awakening Part 2 - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Batrice Crisis, humanity launches an expedition to establish contact with the unknown alien race known as the Venermax. However, Doctor Theron, the lead scientist behind the mission, has vanished. It will be up to the Doctor and his friends to solve the mysteries laid forth as Theron tries not to perish in hell itself. Story contains: Sci-fi, Future, Drama, Survival, Action, Light Horror/Psychological Thriller, Human/Alien(s), M/F, Sex, Love, Interspecies
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Mystery Science Fiction Aliens Space
“Mmmph,” the man said. His eyes opened wide.
Theron was in water, but he wasn’t drowning. A large air tube and breathing apparatus were connected to his nose, mouth, and lower jaw. It was providing fresh air while cycling out his breath at the same time. A secondary pipe inside the tube was already connected down his throat and into his stomach. A small amount of liquid food was regularly given to him at small intervals.
In his naked frame, he was floating. The hint of a large tank resided around the man. Lights in the distance would glow and fade, providing just enough illumination for the man to see around him and what was happening to him.
He was suspended in the liquid. A part of his naked body had a hose that was neatly placed over his genitals, including his scrotum. A mechanical diaper apparatus served as both a bracing chair and a toilet. Both led to areas that he couldn’t see yet.
This machine was purposely meant to keep the man alive underwater while allowing his body to operate perfectly. However, there was still shock in the man’s reaction. To be suddenly pressed into a water environment with pipes and gadgets to keep him functioning would alarm any man.
Every time he took a breath, he noticed the lights were synced up with him.
The machine was for him, but could he actually talk?
“Mmph...,” he tried to say. “ ... Hello?”
His vocal cords were working, but the food hose partially constricted his voice. He tried again, but this time the hose retracted back to the air hose, allowing him to speak properly.
“Hello?” his voice said.
Despite his voice being clear, it seemed pointless. In liquid water, the voice travelled only so far. However, there appeared to be some sort of response.
“Shhh...,” a familiar female voice echoed in Theron’s mind. “Relax, beloved...”
The voice ... it was so soothing. Theron recognized it as a combination of Gemma’s and another voice, one he recognized only in his dreams.
His thoughts, his memories, were hitting him all at once. A combination of multiple worlds all collided together. The memories of him being a scientist, the memories of the dream void, and the memories of surviving on Earth. It was too much at first, causing the man to recoil a little in the water.
“Ungh...,” the man remarked. “Too ... much, confusing ... can’t figure out...”
“Relax, Doctor,” the same woman’s voice calmly echoed. “Let yourself adjust ... it’s a lot for your mind to process...”
“Where ... am I?”
“This is the real world ... the Land of Zero.”
“The Land ... of ... what?”
“The universe where you are, Doctor Theron, our messenger...”
It slowly became clear to Theron as he tried to understand his confinement. The memories were slowly sorting themselves out into the three categories he experienced before. Eventually, one memory became dominant. What the woman said was true. This was what it was meant to be.
It was ... the 24th century, a new world he was sent to explore. He was Doctor Theron, the man to establish contact with...
“Wait, I fell,” he said. “I ... remember the hatch ... opening beneath me.”
“Yes,” she replied. “You fell for several kilometers, your unit of measurement ... where we wanted you to be ... to be with us...”
As Theron continued to process the memories, the truth emerged. He remembered Yasmine. The shock of falling with seemingly nothing to catch him. How the inhabitants saved him would remain a mystery, but all he remembered was that this was orchestrated. What mattered was that he was alive.
There was something glowing. From the man’s peripheral vision, he could see two tiny wires that seemed to connect through his ears. Hints of tiny lights could be seen as it flowed into his head.
His brain was connected to a machine.
“I’m ... being held against my will,” he said.
“It was necessary, Theron,” the voice replied. “You are a body of many bodies. Your construction is different ... much like many of the intelligent alien species that reside throughout the galaxy, the connection must be made ... the process, difficult...”
“Body of many bodies...,” he remembered hearing that term used before. “Gemma said that ... I ... remember.”
“Yes.”
The man shifted his body, finally noting that there was more to the machine that connected to his crotch. His eyes had adjusted enough in the dark water for him to see that one of the pipes led somewhere past the water wall, while another pipe would connect to a small sphere not far from his chest and stomach.
There was a string of very tiny lit dots in this sphere. The man shifted his legs as he remained suspended in the water.
“Where are you?” he asked her.
“I am near you,” she answered him. “I am close to you, connected to you, the process ... successful...”
“The connection?”
“We cannot communicate as you do. Our species doesn’t operate like humans, nor the ones that you call, the Itreans.”
“You ... live in the water?”
“Yes, but that isn’t the issue.”
“How?”
“Through the process, we’ve learned much about your race. So unique you are to us that it will take considerable time for all of us to understand you. What is short for us is forever for your race. Our time is different between us.”
“Then ... how?”
“The only way was through the Land of Dream, our true home.”
“The Land of Zero, the Land of Dream ... you traverse through both?”
“The Land of Zero promises us nothing but only the reality of what lies to destroy us. Through the darkness of what you call space, we find little, but fleeting messages ... harmony of tones we do not understand.”
“I’m trying to understand myself,” Theron asked. “Did you receive our messages?”
“Yes, but they did not make sense to us. It is ... like what you would describe as static, different in tone, but enough for our race to establish consensus. We wished to communicate with you, but you are so different.”
“It was our problem as well ... ugh...,” the man almost shook his head, careful not to shake the pipes that connected to his ears. “So much memory hitting me at once.”
“Your mind will stabilize. The journey from the Land of Zero to the Land of Dreams is one that is most difficult for your kind. We did not even know if it was possible for you to reach us.”
“Transition?” Theron seemed to think about it. “I was ... living another life.”
“Yes. Through your probes, we began to analyze your kind. A consensus was reached to establish contact, but disagreements varied in how to do so. However, your brain operates as we do in the Land of Zero. An experiment was necessary to transition you to the Land of Dream so that we can communicate with each other.”
“So...” Theron seemed confused. “I ... lived another life ... on Earth.”
“Yes,” the woman explained. “A test was necessary to evaluate your kind. Much like us, we’ve struggled in the Land of Zero. Our extinction seemed more than evident countless times, but through our struggles, we’ve achieved a life that flourishes. Through the struggle, the true character is revealed to us. For some of us, there is doubt. Through our studies, you have long abandoned much of your home planet. You are violent, much as the Itreans appear to us.”
“We had to,” Theron said. “But don’t judge us because of that. You, yourselves, understand that the galaxy can be a dangerous place. We have the right to defend ourselves and survive.”
“Yes, the arguments about your kind are complex. Adapting can be destructive, but doing nothing can lead to the same outcome. However, a simpler solution was needed. Through the Land of Dreams, you are tested.”
“Some of that was ... absolute hell.”
“But necessary. Through the Land of Dreams, we’ve learned much about your history, you specifically. Your ancestor experienced much in his lifetime, just as you have. In the end, you did exactly as he did.”
“It was a ... simulation,” Theron remarked. “You managed to do all of that. How did you do it?”
“Our technology is different than yours, but also the same,” she continued to explain. “Our planet contains much power, so much that we can tap not only through the Land of Dreams, but the tiniest cracks of time itself. Once every 50,000 of your years, we can divert all our resources, everything in our possession, everybody, to offer a single suggestion, a thought that can influence the one or the few. No matter the distance, no matter the species. Through this, we can see into the potential, feel the influences of the different species, ones that we can establish contact with. Much like you, we are curious as to the other lifeforms that we can harmonize with.”
How was that possible? Theron’s mind was trying to put it all together. Somehow, the Venermax had achieved great power, even if it was limited. The power sources must have been significant, one of thought and science put together. There must have been some limitations regardless.
“Incredible,” Theron said. “A form of psionics, you can see the other lifeforms out there. How do you...? Ungh...” He grunted as he felt a tiny portion of his head hurting.
“It will become more clear to you, the more we are together. The facts remain that through the Land of Dreams, we know that there are few we can connect with. Despite the different lifeforms out there, even fewer can we harmonize with. Even the connection with you was most difficult, a process that required a specific pattern. However, thanks to you, more of your kind can connect with us and traverse into our worlds. For now, you are the gateway of your kind so that we can harmonize, the first of any alien species.”
For some reason, the answer was laid in front of Theron, which he questioned further. He could hear the faint voices of various distant people, calm, polite, and orderly.
“Nihil’s Syndrome...,” Theron said. “My ancestor suffered Nihil’s Syndrome from the muck ... but it was slightly different in how it affected each person.”
“It was more specifically how your brain was organized when compared to the other humans. A pattern was recognized that few humans had for the first connection. Your ancestor, your DNA. It was paramount for the first contact between our species. With this, we sent our message, the suggestion that would ultimately lead to your existence.”
“It was real, because both my ancestor and I experienced the same thing. He would have dismissed it as Muck Madness, but I’d see it differently, knowing what I know now. It was you who was trying to reach out to him, help him, guide him, even if it felt trivial. Gemma, there was a real Gemma. Back then, she grew up, and my ancestor married her ... continued our bloodline. The suggestion would lead to one thing and one thing that you needed ... me.”
“Yes...,” the woman’s voice hinted at her happiness. “Through the fabric of fates, you were destined to be our first connection, the body of many bodies that would walk to our hatch and dive into our realm. However, such past attempts have met with failure despite all our efforts. Much as we had tried with the Itreans, there was no success. The Itreans left, forever denying the possibility of connection. However, your species is unique. You think differently from them.”
“Incredible, but ... I remember the nightmares...,” Theron said. “Terrors. Your Land of Dreams ... I remember dreaming in that other life. It seems hellish, monsters in the dark, with only the few to help me ... savage and horrific.”
“Regrettably, the connection is a difficult process, especially with your brain and how it specifically operates. Your fears, combined with ours, can be difficult to control and master.”
“Fears? Your fears?”
“Yes, in our time of observation and existence, we know of other species that only seek the annihilation of the other in the Land of Zero. There are consistencies and inconsistencies in how those fears are interpreted.”
“Including what the muck did to Earth. The Emphra ... you know of them too?”
“The ‘Horrid Ones’, the ‘Silver Rain’ as the Itreans call them ... others that behave as they do. Yes, we know of them and fear their existence. However, you have overcome them, conquered their reach into your mind. They will no longer be a threat to you. Instead, the Land of Dreams is how we reflect ourselves. It is our realm of existence...”
“A fabrication, an elaborate simulation. That’s how you operate with one another. But what happened if I died in the simulation?”
“ ... We don’t know what would become of your existence ... for you are the first human to connect with us.”
Theron wondered if she truly knew and was purposely avoiding the answer. Regardless, he did reach the conclusion that it was best not to know the answer either. Besides, he was alive, and nothing else mattered. Instead, he pushed forward with his questioning.
“Why not live in the realm of reality, the Land of Zero?”
“The environment is dangerous,” she continued. “Time is more substantial here than in the Land of Zero. Every moment is sustained, every thought preserved, and enjoyed. Instead, our machines traverse the black oceans in our place. Our great ships are designed to carry our bodies only when necessary. However, there are realms that exist between that of Zero and Dreams ... much as you exist in now.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You are currently in the Land of Zero, but the connection is established. Much like us, you exist in the gateway to the Land of Dreams. Because of this, you can safely traverse between both with us alongside you.”
“The Itreans called you the Venermax. What are you really called?”
“We have no name, but the number, the current civilization we’ve attained in the Land of Zero before reaching the Realm of Dreams. With that, we transmit to any passing race. Call us as you wish, for it matters not to us.”
“But,” Theron asked. “What are you really? I’m supposed to be connected, but I don’t see any of you.”
“It is because you are so different than us. Yet, the truth stands before you. Focus with your mind, and the answer will become available.”
The prior dream he had in the past. The ball of light. It was standing before him, much like he remembered. This time, it was real, preparation for this very moment. His hands reached out, cradling the object before him.
The orb was thick, rigid, and warm to the touch. Immediately, his body felt as if energy was being poured into him. The light began to grow in intensity, filling much of the interior tank where he resided. From the orb, the man could see the two tiny pipes that flowed to his ear and into his brain. This was the source of the voice.
It became clear to Theron as he thought about his question. The answer became obvious, fluent, and overwhelming. It was the source of the various voices that only led to one singular individual.
“Not ... possible,” Theron said. “You’re all ... them ... it’s true ... I considered many different ideas, but you’ve managed to accomplish all of this. Your society, your civilizations that fell and collapsed to be reborn again. You’re all ... single cells...”
While another saw light, Theron could see the truth. What the human eye could not see was evident now. It wasn’t just one light, but a combination of many. There were millions, maybe even billions of cellular organisms, almost like bacteria, that were working together. From their appendages, they connected to one another, traversing through the pipes, where they formed a line that flowed to his head.
“You defined the odds,” Theron said in realization. “You learned to work together. When you connected to each other, you formed an intelligence, a neural network, crafted your own technology that would work for you, and transformed your world.”
The answers became even more clear. The man could see a planet ... the Land of Zero, which was that of every Venermax. Countless trillions upon trillions, so many that it would blind every sensor. Multiple intelligences that could work together, becoming one, or working alone.
Through the Land of Dreams, a silver-coated man walked naked along the metal landscape. Beneath him was that of endless water where the great networks resided. Every footstep made a pulse of energy that traversed throughout the continents. He was now with them. The door would open up underneath him as he fell, landing in the water to be with them.
Theron closed his eyes as he let himself go and released the orb, allowing the new memories to flow through him.
It was a new way to see everything. History, culture, and ideals. An entire society devoted to a single-celled life. When connected, they only grew stronger. It led to societal development. Entire wars were waged in the past, in addition to that of progression. Freedom vs efficiency by assimilation. Meanwhile, the environment would continually hound them. It was a constant tug of war between all of it, a struggle to find balance and prosperity.
Then, the Venermax found their answer. Through conflict, they learned one singular way to preserve themselves and their civilization from the same inevitable and countless collapses. The only way to break that cycle of violence and oppression was to rest.
The Land of Dreams. It was an answer that worked best. To sleep and enjoy a new world they could craft and enjoy together. It required the least amount of energy to operate. Time was different; anything and everything was available. Entire lives would pass by. The great fleets would spin so quickly that they would form a ring around the planet.
Time was almost meaningless here.
But the Land of Zero was reality. It was harsh and unforgiving. The Venermax never forgot, instead, acknowledging that to dream brought their own dangers. So many of them that the machines they built would operate to sustain everything and defend them. Radiation was harmful to the Venermax, more so than even against humans. The galaxy was filled with it. Perhaps, the only way they could survive was to wait for entropy, allow the stars to die down, move to other solar systems with stars that live significantly longer, and gather more distance from one another. Let the universe calm itself down.
And so, they became the Race of Sleepers...
Theron opened up his eyes. He knew that he was the bridge needed, the first to make contact with them. In order for it to happen, he made the great journey.
Now, he floated submerged underneath the water, knowing that he was in the Land of Dreams. Not far from the gateway to the Land of Zero, this region was different.
He could safely breathe in the water without harm. It was both real and unreal. The man was completely naked, not connected to the tubes that kept his body and brain alive.
A series of fluorescent lights could be seen in the distance around him. It was pretty, but vague. Like small columns, they floated upright all around him.
“I know most of the truth now,” Theron said, his voice easily pushing through the water like it wasn’t there. “But, I’m still left with so many questions...”
One of the floating lights ahead of Theron began to head toward him. It didn’t take long for it to reshape itself into a humanoid form. It was the same figure, that of the adult form of Gemma.
The naked woman floated and glided toward Theron. Her hair easily splayed outward. For Theron, he felt happiness seeing her again. He held out his arms towards her, practically catching her as she slowed down to face him. Floating in the great void of lights, the two were reunited.
“Gemma...,” Theron said.
“Yes, Theron,” she replied. “It’s me.”
“It really is you.”
He could feel the warmth of her hands and arms. Theron’s hand caressed her hair. A part of him was still making sense of where he was. Everything felt so real. The motion, the feeling, a soul. It wasn’t just a dream, but an actual person who was there before him.
“Welcome to our realm,” she said.
“It was always you, wasn’t it?” he asked her. “You were Gemma, but not the real Gemma of ages past?”
She nodded her head. “Yes, as part of the test, I, myself, had to be part of your adventure, learn what it was like to be human, experience what you had to experience. I am the key to your connection to this realm...”
“You went through all of this. It was ... years ... almost ten years, Gemma. Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”
“Because I, myself, had little knowledge of it, too. I was a... ‘recent,’ created specifically for human contact. By the time I realized it, myself, it was too late. Much like you, I had vague glimpses. Sometimes, the Land of Dreams is not so obvious to us as you realize, especially to one who was so young as I.”
“And how old are you, actually?”
“In the Land of Zero, 3 of your days before my ‘previous body’ passed on...”
The man’s mouth was agape. “Recent ... previous body...”
“Yes. Our kind may live for an extended time, but you, the humans’ arrival still took us by surprise. My overseers sought to have me created. During the time, in the Land of Dreams, I would age, much like you, and learn about you.”
“It still doesn’t explain everything ... why it took so long, experience so much.”
Her hand caressed the back of his head. “My poor Theron. I know what you had to go through. The fact is that your brain had to amalgamate with our kind. Even when you began to fully realize it, we were still concerned that you weren’t ready. There were times that we almost lost you.”
“It really wasn’t that easy for you, wasn’t it?”
“No ... but you’re here now. The process is complete.”
There was still another memory, the memory of the dream void during his time on Earth’s past. “But, there was something else ... the angel.”
“Yes...,” she happily said.
The truth became clear to him. “It was also you...”
She nodded her head. “Such as the great mind of the shell of many bodies.”
“Is it what you really look like? Tell me?”
She nodded her head again. “I can see that you don’t like the form I carry now.”
“I prefer the truth, Gemma, if that’s what your real name is...”
“I can see into your current memories that the humans and Itreans often find peace together. You are both shells of many bodies, desiring to have one another, to create life together, more shells of many bodies...”
“Yes. It’s all true,” he replied. “Two species together. I know a few friends who’ve taken an Itrean wife, some already having children together.”
“A truly open species, as you are. In the end, you, the humans, serve as the bridge to the race we originally sought to communicate with. My predecessors were all correct ... it is why we still need you, more than anything now.”
“Don’t worry,” Theron said. “This is my life’s work, Gemma. If anything, I’ve accomplished all of it. I don’t plan on ever leaving you or your people.”
“Then, you must understand that there is more to your task. Our people ... they don’t reproduce as you do. There is one of us, then there are two of us.”
“ ... Mitosis, or Binary Fission, Yes, I know.”
“Yours is ... complex ... one that has taken me considerable time to learn about during our adventure ... My existence is unique, Theron, but my... ‘sisters’ are not. I was chosen among them, my body drastically altered and reshaped to become your mate, as all humans seek to find.”
“ ... Do you feel happy ... being my ... wife.”
She happily nodded her head. “I’ve had more than enough time to see that your species finds true happiness when paired with another. You’ve done so much to fight for me ... never have my sisters and I seen such sacrifice. Our kind experiences love differently than you do.”
“I understand. You’re from a monosex species to suddenly being pushed into the role of one of two sexes.”
“But I feel it not only in myself but in you,” she replied. “Even now, I sense it strongly from you. Yes, Theron, nothing would make me more happier than to be with you, mate with you, and to be your partner in life. You are truly a prime example of your species, a collection of bodies that work together. It’s a tale that must be spread among my people. They must know the truth of our experiences and be persuaded about the worthiness of your race.”
The man nodded. “We’re isolated, aren’t we? You and your sisters aren’t part of the Venermax networks?”
“We are one, our own ‘intelligence’ as you said before. While we’re observed from time to time, we all understand the dangers that meeting your kind can bring forth to us. Much as you humans encounter, we’ve learned to be safe. Our ‘network’ is isolated for now. There will be much convincing when it comes to your kind, but we’ve already considered it. Many see your species as dangerous; exercise caution. Others are open to interaction. Many voices, but all asleep, waiting for the outcome of our encounter.”
“And ... how are we supposed to convince them?”
“Our voices must grow louder, Theron,” Gemma explained. “While my body was extensively repurposed, my sisters were less redesigned. They are far closer to what our species appears to be. Internally, however, we all carry differences from what my people have. The two genders of your species ensure that reproduction exists. A part of your genes must be made a part of us, make more of us, make so many that our voice grows louder.”
The back of her hand pressed against the back of the man’s hand. Glowing light could be felt as the images flashed through Theron’s mind.
It all became clear to him. He wasn’t just a part of them, but part of a hive that only sought to grow from its confines. The Venermax were ahead of their time, considering not only his welfare, but also ensuring that the door was open for first contact. Suddenly, he saw himself as the beginning of something new and bountiful. She and the others of her kind saw him as another hive, a collection of cells, a neural network operating as she was. By joining together, that hive would grow in strength, both in independent and cohesive thought.
He saw it all, her dreams and desires. Gemma was everything he was a part of. He imagined it all, and it could become reality in the Land of Zero.
“It’s beautiful...,” he told her. “I see it all ... true paradise...”
“I feel the same way,” she said. “I want it more than anything ... especially with you by my side.”
A future with a new race. Theron reached forward and kissed the woman in the lips. His hands could feel her skin. Gemma did the same thing, before the man slowly pulled his lips away from her.
“Then, you’ll have it,” he said. “But, ... I need to see the truth. I need to see what you really are...”
With that, she gave a slow affirmative nod. She lightly pushed herself away as she hovered not far from the man.
She took her hand and slowly waved it in front of her body. Immediately, the body changed in shape. Her hands and fingers reformed themselves, forming three elongated fingers on each hand. The skin tone changed to that of black, white, green, and blue, almost like that of scales, but of soft tissue membrane. Her shape was altered so that she almost appeared thinner. While she appeared almost human-like due to the Venermax’s alterations, there were still notable differences. Her legs ended in points instead of feet. Throughout her arms, legs, buttocks, and the back of her head were tendrils, small hair-like follicles that would help propel her in the water. Even while floating, they would undulate continuously, keeping her in place.
From her chest, she had breasts, but lacked any form of nipples. Her head carried the most notable differences, including the lack of a human mouth. Instead, she had a small downward protruding beak, almost like that of an owl. Her pair of eyes was also more reminiscent of an owl. Upon Theron’s observation, this mouth would have been almost similar to a squid’s beak, but consisting of a soft membrane. From the back of her head were more of the long hair-like follicles that stretched back almost indefinably.
She was the angel that Theron remembered. Her faint glowing illumination would shimmer from the blues and greens. The man slowly reached his hand toward her, noting the beauty of her alien-like appearance.
“I’m in the orb...,” Theron said, briefly looking around him.
“Yes,” Gemma replied as the man heard it in thought. Her beak didn’t move. “Your real body is holding the orb.”
It was a sight to behold. For Theron, he couldn’t see much past the orb’s exterior wall but noted that there was an enormous mass of some sort outside taking up almost half of one side of the three-dimensional view. It was surreal, being out of body but ever-present, a shifting reality where everything was genuine to the touch.
Theron shifted his gaze back at the alien woman ahead of him. The man’s heart melted from the sight that floated close to him. It wasn’t just feeling safe with her, but what she represented to him. This was Gemma in her purest form, what his eyes could never see unless he had a microscope. He was her size.