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Contact
Date: 8/25/2016, Categories: Fantasy Author: The_Technician, Source: sexstories.com
... can understand.’ “Contact then went on to explain that the Bluuuur were building a contact ship of their own to return to earth. As the only being capable of communication between our species, Contact would be its commander. Part of the purpose of that mission would be to return to Bluuuur with ten volunteers who would be willing to breed new contacts. These would be raised by the volunteers and their husbands, who would be scientists and educators. In that way, it would be possible for the scientists of both planets to communicate and eventually develop the necessary translation programs and devices.” Commander Amanda coughed slightly and glanced at something– possibly notes– on the counter in front of her. She then continued, “The Bluuuur have combined our stasis technology with their own to solve our delayed aging problem as well as certain other problems within their units. It will be possible for the ten volunteers to live normal life spans once they reach Bluuuur.” Commander Sills paused to wipe tears from her eyes and then sighed deeply. “I am growing tired. I have very little time left.” She held ...
... up the blue urn which Contact had brought from the ship. “I have shown Contact what to do when I die. He will bring me home. I ask that I be buried in the Space Pioneers Cemetery. I think I deserve that. On my tombstone, please put this inscription, ‘Mission Accomplished. Contact Created.’” She once again wiped her face with her fingertips and said softly, “Log completed.” A brightly colored, feathered arm reached into the image and pulled her beneath a wing. A soft, mournful trilling sound could be heard as the screen went blank. *** Contact stood to address the assembled crowd. He spoke softly. “My mother died in my father’s arms shortly after completing her mission log.” He took a deep breath as if to clear his thoughts and said, “You have heard her report.” He paused to look around the room and then continued in a slightly louder, and much clearer voice, “The question is, are there ten young women on this planet who are willing to help create the second level of contact between Bluuur and Earth?” *** Are there? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =