Ep. 19.0: I Come In Peace, Ep. 19.1: She-Wolf

MANDROID: TRUMAN GREY

“I didn’t realize we needed an Uber.”

“Like I said, it’s too far for me to drive my Jaguar.” Doctor Minerva Sweet smirked at her new traveling companion android host Truman Grey in his incredibly handsome human guise. “By the way, I approve of your upgrade.”

“Upgrade? The android?”

“I’ve seen the real you through the eyes of my mate Darius Starr. This new appearance better suits you. Super model gorgeous!”

“There you go flirting with me again. I’m still feeling lousy for cheating with you. Darius was a good guy.”

“Is a good mate. He understands my needs due to my race. Balorians are as you humans call nymphomaniacs. I must engage multiple times a day or I pull my hair out. Toys simply do not do the job. Well, the robots can because they do not tire. I hope I can count on you to help achieve those goals.”

“As long as Darius is cool, I’m cool. I’m just glad this android allows feeling. Off the charts sensations that’s for sure. Robots, huh? Why do I picture C-3PO bending over Princess Leia?”

“Oh, no! My sex robots do not stutter. For the record, your lack of stamina is quite attractive. We could go for days you and I.”

“By the sound of it I’d wager weeks. I’m up for that.” He chuckled! “Do we just sit here in the dark until we get where we’re going?”

“No. This chamber protects me from high speeds and turbulence. The car is designed to assist in that as well. No, it cannot fly. You of course would survive the gravity shifts, I cannot.” They sat in her Jaguar killing time. Seats back and listening to soft alien music, it sounded like piano but in a tone that relaxed far more than nerves. If anything, it was erotic bordering on slumber. If only Truman could sleep. He missed his pillow.

“Where are we headed?”

“I have to be in Mexico City by nightfall tonight. I thought since you were so curious, I might take you on a little side trip. Thus, our Uber as you mentioned.”

“Won’t your drivers wonder who I am?”

“I told them you are my new bodyguard. Royalty overpowers their interest.”

“Royalty?”

“Did I forget to mention I’m a Disney Princess?”

“Iger be praised.” He laughed! “Are you just making that up or was my Princess Leia vision a premonition? I thought you were just a translator. I recall you mentioning you replaced the old one.”

“Only royalty can bond the races living on Earth. My aunt served for six decades; the responsibility now falls upon me.”

“Any regrets?”

“None! It gets me far away from my parents. Especially my father. I know it is quite taboo on your world but on mine let’s just say he was quite fond of me.”

“Incest?”

“As is his privilege being Ruler. My mother shares him with all of his daughters. He however enjoyed my energy the most. As Ruler he is bestowed with the CAURA. Before you ask, the CAURA is the light of divinity on our world. The CAURA selects the succession of leadership and gives them many powers. Like your ability, stamina is one of those. He once made love to me for two weeks straight.”

“Wear you out?”

“Of course not!” She winked! “A sliver of CAURA resides in all of the royal family. I never tire. I only slumber when I force myself to.”

“Never a dull moment.”

“Never!” The windshield on her Jaguar began shimmering. “Ah! We are being allowed to see where we are going. We must be out of Earth orbit.”

“Orbit? Oh, hell!” The glass became as if a TV screen relating to the world outside the spacecraft they were on. “Is that the ISS?”

“It is! The moon she be in sight soon. There is someone I wish you to meet. He can tell you more about the Magus.”

“Is he Magus?”

“Yes! However, he has defected to the side of the good. The Magus are warriors with conquest on their agenda. The 22 Nations on Earth prevent their hostile takeover ideas. The moon consolidates the tribes. I will advise you to not stray from my side. There are certain mistrusting races that might find you unworthy.”

“Are they going to know I’m an android?”

“Of course! That would be impossible to hide. The one thing in your favor is your human brain patterns unified with the Synthoid. The tampering with Magus tech might offend some, but I have your back.”

“Am I walking into a hornet’s nest? I don’t want to rain trouble down on my friends.” Minerva appeared stunned.

“25 working androids with human minds installed. They are all good people. I figured Darius would have filled you in.”

“Ah! Yes, Darius did mention that. Let us hope that the Magus somehow does not have a way of assuming control over them.”

“They sent these androids to Earth as an exploration, right?”

“To determine if Earth was any threat to them. As I said conquest is their usual M.O. The Synthoids as you know are powerful weapons as much as any site seeing mission. They do have Annihilation Directives. Did have, I presume.”

“We gutted these guys and rebuilt them. No easy task with the alloy skeletal system. It took OASIIS over ten years to reverse engineer these babies. If it hadn’t been for Jared Temple, we might have struggled longer. It’s sad when a kid outsmarts all of us.”

“Darius tells me this Jared made some personal modifications to some of you.”

“He did? Like what?”

“He shows his age, I’m afraid. As you know each Synthoid has a seduction protocol. Adolescence found it funny to tamper with that dark mistress, master. While I might enjoy the tampering he did, others might not. In many cases the female Synthoids could easily lose control and sexually demand attention. That could become quite dangerous to humans.”

“Hey, as long as we don’t nuke a city, I’m okay losing the sex battle. Still, Jared Temple shouldn’t be playing God.”

“All of you were, Truman Grey.”

“I suppose! We didn’t look at it that way. We just did what OASIIS ordered us to. We liked survival.”

“Unlike the Magus. If the 22 Nations had not intervened the Magus would have wiped us all out.”

“That bad, huh? So, these Synthoids were just an away team scoping out territory for the Magus to expand their rule.”

“Correct! I’ll let my friend fill you in more. How are you not more interested in the moonscape? We will be docking there shortly.”

“Damn! Darkside, I presume. Away from prying eyes.”

“There are humans who know of our unified existence up here. They simply hide it from the denizens of Earth. Like many visiting habitats on the planet, we have communed the best we can while still protecting all of our interests.”

“So, NASA knows.”

“Of course! You should have seen Buzz Aldrin’s face when he saw his first alien. Priceless!”

“Recorded for posterity? I always knew the first missions were hiding more than they let on. All of that missing footage blamed on lost signals was too convenient.”

“They simply did what they had to, to prevent widespread panic. The people of Earth are closer now than ever in coping with the truth. Without our help your world would still be in the Dark Ages.”

“So, tinkering with human DNA and making Darwin look like an idiot.”

“He had his opinions. Erich von Daniken is a genius however.”

“Called a quack! A shame, I believed in every theory he posed.”

“Was he a quack?” She grinned at him from her bucket seat. Hand up her skirt fingering herself she wiggled her brows at him. “Quicky before we pull into ASAN?”

“ASAN? NASA spelled backwards.”

“You are quick study.”

“You wanted a quicky, you just got it.”

“Not what I was hoping for, but I have until Twilight on Gaea.”

“Settle for one of your toys?”

“I would ride my gear shift if I had the time.”

“I can fix that.” Lifting his left-hand Truman showed her his fingers and before Minerva’s eyes they morphed to become attached to one another from the sides. Once together they molded further into one large dildo.

“Oh, my! You do come in handy.” Drumroll please! From there Truman’s android arm contorted. If he were still a human, the shoulder and elbow would have been broken in the move. Swinging his arm across her thighs he zeroed in his singularly large digit and discovered her vagina. “I somehow do not think Synthoids were designed for such endeavors. Well done! My chastity belt goes off to the scientists who reconfigured those handsome beasts.” Deep inside Minerva tiny micro thin tendrils split off from the main hand and searched her interior for erogenous zones. Balorians had many!

“G in G-spot now stands for Gravity.” His forearm rejointed and became a jackhammer. Once established he triggered the hammer effect and had her screaming in three seconds. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful love affair.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

“Sorry, Darius!” He told thin air.

“Never be sorry! He wants what I want. There is more to our relationship than I can tell you at this time. And please do not try eavesdropping on a telepath of my level, you will never succeed.”

“Maybe if I make you delirious you might crack.”

“I dare you to try.” She moaned every single word uttered. While Truman’s android arm produced a sea of Balorian wine flooding her floorboard he turned his attention on the windshield. The moon took up the entire monitor allowing him a perfect view of the Sea of Tranquility.

“Flag still waves.” His telescopic vision zoomed in the American flag as left by the Apollo 11 on July 20th of 1969 thanks to astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin. Truman with his good arm saluted it in passing. “God Bless America.”

“Hand that I love!” Minerva reacted laughing! “Dear CHOCAURA! I could worship you, Truman Grey.” Instant orgasm she quaked like a leaf and reached over to clutch his leather jacket. “Don’t stop until we get the docking announcement.”

“You’re the royalty. I’m just here to serve. Uhh! Don’t read too much into that.” He laughed! “I am and will always be my own man.”

“I will respect that.” Her expression straining, she lost control in her maddening sensations. Ever so briefly her face altered from Minerva Sweet to her true form. Sparkles along her right profile were as if gold flakes, almost stars in a night sky motif. Her skin golden brown, eyes flakes of gold at the pupil. Just as swiftly her image returned to Minerva.

“So, that’s what you really look like.”

“Afraid so. I hope I didn’t startle you. I lost control over my identity cloak. Did you see my CHOCAURA?”

“The constellations on your face?”

“Yes! The royal family all has the markings. I keep Minerva’s face to prevent too much attention.”

“Pretty hot, Princess. I’m thinking if and when we have more private moments, I’d like to see your true form.”

“Including my other vaginas?”

“You have more than one?” He cocked a brow.

“I’m teasing. One is sufficient.”

“Too bad. Now that you know what I can do with my hand I could easily do this with both hands and my feet. We both know the penis for what it does.”

“Who is teasing whom?” She giggled! “I’m afraid Balorians have the same anatomy as Earth women. Well, on the outside. Inside I think you’ve discovered the difference.”

“So that’s why my skin split off into threads. The androids Seduction mode must have sensed your extra G-spots!”

“And doing a remarkable job I might add.” Orgasm number three!

“You keep that flood up you’re going to need the Jaguar detailed.”

“Self-cleaning! The tech this car possesses might shock you.”

“Yet it doesn’t fly or get you to Mexico City in record time. Ever consider using those Stargates I spotted at Area-51?”

“Those are wormholes across the universe. They are not made for shorter distances.”

“Are you certain? I saw major cities on Earth in them. Regardless of distances, do you ever worry the Magus might use those to send in an Army under your noses?” She paused a moment. “By that I presume no.”

“That is something I believe the council needs to consider. Good point!” Her hips rose, “Another perfect point.” Squirt! As she rode the tide a voice erupted from her car stereo. In an alien dialect that Truman could not decipher he darted his eyes from the speakers to Minerva. “They say that we’ve arrived! As much as I would love for you to continue, I think it is best you recall your toy.”

“Your toy; my hand. We’ll try DP next time. Open mouth insert foot.” He chuckled!

“You are an intriguing man, Truman Grey.”

“Even in my nerd form you so don’t want me to show off?”

“I simply prefer this new you. So very handsome.”

“Seal!”

“Pardon?”

“I modeled myself after the singer Seal. A few tweaks but not far off.”

“I see.” His hand retreated, absorbed her fervent juices into his flesh and reversed his contortion until he looked totally human again. “I apologize for ruining your leather coat.” The arm of it was saturated. “I’ll have the Weaver Clan recreate the jacket for you before we depart the moon.”

“Another race?”

“No!” She giggled! “The Weaver Sisters are Earthlings. We pick and choose who we know can embrace our varying cultures. They are great seamstresses.”

“Cows on the moon?”

“Old wives’ tale! But yes!”

“Hold up! All the cattle mutilations in the western states. Who does that?”

“Antiochs! Similar to Barry but much shorter. They have been on Earth longer than any other race.”

“Before the Magus Synthoids?”

“Yes, actually. They stay below ground unless they require resources. Indigenous Earthlings refer to them as the ant people.”

“And the Sky People?”

“The rest of us. We all had a hand in ... mmm!” She eyed the hand he used on her and gravitated toward it before pulling back. “I miss ... sorry! My hormones are much higher than a human.”

“You mentioned the council.”

“Of Nations. Originally there were 12 nations on Earth, but that has increased to 22. Each nation has an Earthling counterpart to keep continued relations noble.”

“So, Majestic-12 becomes the Majestic-22.”

“Very astute! Correct!”

“Men in Black?”

“Such a delightful movie. Those gentlemen are shadows. They assist in controlling mass hysteria. Harmless if not intimidating. You have heard of shadow people?”

“Yes!”

“The recruited Earthlings share their bodies with symbiotes.”

“Like Venom in the comics.”

“Of that I do not know. Essentially the shadows are bound to the Men in Black and enter where their human hosts cannot. Like I said, noble. No harm is done to those they visit outside of scare tactics.”

“Ah! Interesting concept. And the humans they inhabit aren’t harmed?”

“Oh, no! As a matter of fact, the shadows increase their life expectancy. Some of them are well over 300 years old.”

“Immortal then.”

“There are immortals on Earth. None of which are shadows.”

“God myths?”

“All things stem from reality, Truman. The Antiochs I mentioned did their scientific research on primitive man and built empires based on their experiments.”

“So, the Ants created Gods.”

“And depowered them when they got unruly. Save for a few who towed the line.”

“Man! I’d love to know everything.”

“In time!” Her windshield went back to normal outside of the trim lighting up in green. “And that is our cue.” Seat rising by mental suggestion the two of them were upright. Engine fired up on its own, a doorway presented itself on the side of the starship. A rotating table faced Minerva toward the door as light blinded the interior. Truman’s eyes being android did not even squint. Minerva however put on her sunglasses. Clutch and first gear she drove forward into the light. “From Heaven to the Heavens.”

“Any advice before I do anything stupid?”

“Remain quiet. Watch your thoughts so that they do not betray you. I’m not the only telepath up here. Just the Goddess level version. They know I can read hundreds of minds at once.”

“Nice! So can I.”

“Hundreds?” A ramp appeared before them, and Minerva drove her car directly into an inner moon highway.

“Mulder says my range can cover a ten-city block so I’m guessing thousands.”

“Mulder?”

“My androids’ computer. I felt the need to name him.”

“I see. Well, hello Mulder.”

“Good afternoon, Princess.”

“Well, at least he is not C-3PO.” A reminder of their earlier jest.

“Okay, 22 nations you say. Is that all of the intelligent races out there?”

“No! There are millions but many are still too primitive to explore the universe.”

“I have one major fear, Minerva. Does anyone on this moon know about OASIIS? The guy you want me to meet maybe.”

“I’ll be honest and tell you even I was unaware of OASIIS as you call it, until Darius infiltrated it without my consent. The American military has somehow managed to hide from us.”

“Yep! State of Pennsylvania. It covers a three-mile-wide underground base. How did Darius know of it?”

“The friend I will introduce you to is ... what is best described as an oracle. He had a vision of Magus activity. The nations sent Darius to keep us posted.”

“So, Darius is a spy.”

“A shape changer. A spy. A scientist like you. His expertise is ... shall we say medicinal.”

“As well as immune to nerve gas.”

“His home world is one big nerve agent, Truman. The race he comes from can survive the harshest of environments.”

“I guess that’s good. My question now is why is he remaining there when it’s a tomb.”

“I am going to let Darius tell you that himself. I’ll be calling him after your visit with my friend.”

“Does this friend have a name?”

“Like Barry it has too many letters to pronounce effectively. He hails from one of those primitive worlds I mentioned. A survey team came across him in the wilderness and learned of his talents of premonition. He is the only inhabitant of his world to leave its orbit.”

“Will I understand him?”

“I am a translator.”

“Right! Silly me!” Looking around him at the walls lining the highway he realized something. “Why are we the only vehicle on the road?”

“A transit tube is on the other side of each wall. It is faster. Only a few Earth leaders and I use this road. Like me they prefer four wheels.”

“Gotcha!” A light on the wall zipped by. “Bullet Train?”

“Ion tubes! Think of it as the chutes at a bank drive thru. One inhabitant per tube. The interior of the moon is vast, and ASAN holds millions of people.”

“Which is why Earth telescopes constantly see something that appears to be craft zipping by the lunar surface.”

“Nothing is perfect. A few pilots get negligent but there is no solid proof that goes without a cover story.”

“Black Knight! That satellite that comes and goes. True?”

“A time traveler. An Antioch created it to research the beginning of time. He recently vacated Earth and used it to go back to the beginning. Apparently, a human friend of his was lost in time and he is determined to find him.”

“How did that happen?”

“We’ve all lost people to the strange vortexes that show up on Earth when you least expect it.”

“Bermuda Triangle? Devils Triangle?”

“Precisely! The rumors are quite true. Time travel does exist. Only the creator of that satellite has ever gone that far back. Pangaea as Earth was called, when the land was all locked together. The Ganthorians can tell you more than I.”

“And they are?”

“Lizards! They blend into society like chameleons. Many live normal human-like lives, a house with a picket fence. A dog, a cat! Goldfish and children in public schools. Your OASIIS sounds very much like REGION. REGION is a think tank that holds young minds and uses them for research. If they had gotten your Synthoids things might have been different.”

“I guess they missed Jared Temple when recruiting.”

“No doubt! Let us hope your friends that inhabit the Synthoids can deal with it long term.”

“I see no problem. I mean they all want to live as humanlike as possible.”

“With such gifts? It will become intoxicating once they’ve used their abilities.”

“A few of them are lackluster. We didn’t have time to perfect them all with the same advancements. Me? I’m top of the line. Not much I can’t do once I dig in on the specifics. I’m kind of new to my body if you know what I mean.”

“New to mine as well.” She snickered! “Loving it!”

“I think we can work well together you and I. Will the 22 nations deny us that privilege?”

“Some might object once they become aware of you as a Synthoid. We should conceal that as long as possible.”

“So, hold on! If Darius knew of us, how could the 22 nations not?”

“They knew of android tech, just not Magus tech. Between you and I, Darius is hiding this. I was as surprised as anyone once I learned of you at Area-51. Barry will conceal you too. He knows you’re a good man.”

“I thought he said you couldn’t hear our conversation.”

“Your thoughts betray you my handsome Handroid. He hid you from me while in communion. After the deed, you as they say, think too much.”

“Good point! You don’t object to Barry, and I do you.”

“Not at all. Barry is ancient but our next chat will reveal my knowledge of it. There is no escaping that.”

“Barry seems cool.”

“Very cool! Pulling off the highway now. Be prepared for the cityscape.” The sheer white of the highway faded into a darker atmosphere. Suddenly life increased all around them. Still on the road but more like an earthly asphalt plain he saw people walking on sidelines just like in any major city on earth. Up above he could see the stars. The planet on the backside it was mostly just a glow on the horizon. “We need to stop by the Balorian embassy and check in.”

“A lot of you here?”

“No. Only me! The embassy is all communion via hologram. I might even let you meet my father.”

“Taking me home to the parents so soon?”

“Father will understand the situation, if not be leery of you being Magus property. He will shine his concerns.”

“And tell the 22 nations?”

“I hope he gives you a chance to prove yourself first.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Then I drop you off wherever you want, and we part ways.”

“While the 22 nations hunt me and my friends down. What have I walked into here, Minerva?”

“Portray human. Do not use your abilities in any way. Lucky for you while in my car no telepath can sense our chat. Once we get out you are prey if careless. You look human, act human. By the way, we were sanitized on the ship while we played. So, there should not be any medical screenings. It’s not like I’ve never brought a lover home with me now and then. I simply telepathically make them forget when I return them. Justin Timberlake was such great fun.”

“Uh huh!” He grinned!

“Here we go. My lonely kingdom awaits.” Entering a tunnel, she closed the gate with her mind. Pulling into a single car garage she parked and turned off the lights. “Shall we adjourn to my throne room?”

“A princess gets a throne?”

“Daddy insisted! No crown however.”

“Okay, so once we leave the Jag, I play totally human.”

“Precisely! Radio silence with Mulder.”

“Hear that?”

“Acknowledged! You are on your own, Truman Grey.”

“Unless I need you.”

“As you say.”

“Okay, let’s stretch our legs.”

“I’d rather you hold them over my head, but yes, lets.”

“One track mind!”

“That’s what Justin said. He used to tell that to Britney Spears.”

“Funny! Hell, I’d do Britney.”

“I could arrange an abduction.”

“Better not!”

“Party pooper!”

“Boy, you have human lingo down to a science.”

“Translator!” She wiggled her brows then opened her car door. “Follow me!”

“To the ends of the moon I suppose. Even Balor maybe.” Hearing his compliment, she trembled.

“We shall see.”

“Welcome home, Your Highness!” A servant approached the car.

“Valet?”

“Lackey!”

“Ah!”

“That is his name.” She laughed! “Thanks, Lackey! It’s good to be home if not for only a few hours. This is my new consort, Truman.”

“Your bed is turned down, Your Highness.”

“I’m afraid I won’t have time for that. You can remake it for next visit.” Lackey looked perplexed. Normally she only brought humans home to bed them down. “Truman here is merely a friend. I know that is hard to believe. I’ve discovered his company to be rewarding.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

Telepathically she spoke to Truman. “Relax! He will forget he ever met you once we leave. I do like my privacy.”

“Uh?” He tried not to think fearing eavesdroppers.

“For now, I’m blocking others. If they sense I do it too often I’ll be called out for an explanation.”

“I’m actually already picking up curiosity. Over a dozen questions already.”

“Within the palace those will cease. It’s safeguarded against foreign readers. It is when we venture beyond my palace walls that we need to secure caution.”

“Confusing! But okay!”

“Lackey? Get Mister Grey a beer.” From spoken words back to thought she added, “I know you don’t need to drink but look the part.” Lackey shuffled away without question.

“I still like beer.” He laughed! “Advanced tastebuds.”

“I so love that tongue.”

“You know it. Wait! Is it earth brewed or some alien ale?”

“You have not experienced beer until you’ve tried Cantankeron Ale.”

“Some name.”

“Primitive civilizations exported in. I get drunk on one flagon.”

“Dance on tables?”

“Absolutely! Drunk or not!”

“Woohoo!”

Entering her throne room, the walls became IMAX. “This is Balor.” She threw her arms out and spun in a circle. “A constant reminder of home. The room concedes to my emotions. I long for home so it gives me the next best thing. Have a seat over there while I change out of my clothes.”

“Wear something sexy.”

“I always do ... well, when I’m not wearing work outfits.” She faded into another room by literally walking through a wall. Eying her exit Truman just had to check it out. Touching her exit it was a solid wall.

“How does she do that?”

“Protective measures. As royalty I have to have fail safes. The walls are impenetrable unless royalty walks through them. If I don’t hold your hand in passing through, not even you could get in.” Telepathy was so sexy!

“There’s a challenge if I ever heard one.”

“You can try. Oddly enough, I trust you. Magus or not.”

“You can.” A second later her bare chest only appeared through the wall. “Nice! Teasing me again.” He reached up and squeezed them then removed his right hand to examine the wall above them. “Still solid. I suppose I don’t grasp the physics of it all.”

“Balorian design! It’s patented!” She giggled then stepped the rest of the way through.

“I thought you were changing clothes.”

“Changing!” She let her Minerva Sweet body disappear and stood before Truman in her Balorian born booty. A perfect body in every way. That sparkle on her face continued down the rest of her body and merged with her vagina. “Now you see me as I am.” From the backside she looked human.

“Beautiful either way.”

“Hubba Hubba!”

Truman heard a male voice that he recognized. Turning to the wall behind him the cityscape of Balor had vanished. In its place was familiar territory. “OASIIS!”

“Hey, Baby! I just got home. You remember, Truman Grey.”

“No shit? Sup, Buddy! How’s life as an android?”

“If I weren’t dead, I’d tell you. Hiding off camera?”

“Only for a second, Bro! Ready for the shock of your life?”

“Living as an android doesn’t qualify?”