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Peter World: "The ship is yours! It's your home now. He's officially in economy and parking. When the funding comes through, it'll be up and running again for new missions."

You can use it to develop whatever you want for yourself or your missions, but don't let the port police notice you. You're a big bird to them. They'll ignore you, but if you have magic or powers, use them. IA can't conceive of the illogicality of magic. You are where you are or you are not, that's the relentless logic of IA. Don't try to beat them on their own turf, it's a waste of time. They'll extrapolate and calculate faster than you. Advice from an A.I."

"Yes, Master!"

I then took the body of Peter World, and he obviously died of suffocation.

I then create a wall of force in the shape of a box around the corpse and blow into the box and his body disappears, cremated and the ashes compacted into a diamond.

I offered it on my knees before World and he was fascinated.

"Master, I think you'll enjoy keeping your original in, say, perfect form?"

"Amazing, turning a piece of junk into a precious piece of art. I approve of your initiative."

"Come with me to the bridge. You're no AI, but I'll show you your first assignment."

I followed Peter down the corridors and into unknown areas. From now on, you have access to every part of the ship. It's yours as you are mine. The concept of ownership in Al is different than in humans. An object belongs to a being who can enjoy it and dispose of it at will. Simple and stupid. Let's take the example of the ship. I own the ship, but the ship owns me. That's a big difference.

My "wife" may see a slight difference between me and me, and since she is on the board of directors and runs Artemis, it's only natural that the management should be mine. And she insists on meeting you on Artemis... as a visitor, of course.

Her ship will be arriving in a week for our reunion, and it would be unfortunate if there was an accident, an engine failure. Or other..."

Here are the plans for the shuttle, the dock and the planned trajectory. "The Artemis ship, spare him, the fighters are pretty profitable."

"Yes, master!"

I ran to find a room near the hangar I was discreetly arranging. Basically, in case of a surprise inspection, the ship is empty and my room is hidden in the structure, hard to find normally and impossible with a charm on it.

So I fitted out a technical compartment to tinker discreetly.

When my preparations were made, I sank into sorrow and returned to my normal form.

I cried so hard that my whole body trembled. Regardless of the situation, this is no life for me! I'm a dragon! I don't want to live like a human. Yuck!

How I want to feel the morning dew, to feel the cool breeze, to feel Fuchur against me and inside of me! Family licking! Flying, roaring, dancing, singing the sun, making a fire and hunting prey, feeling their bones cracking in the mouth and sucking their juice before cooking or swallowing them whole. Our territorial battles and fights in water and snow. How I miss them all. This hell of metal sheets and computers make me want to vomit.

"Vermi? I can feel you crying. Are you OK?"

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"No, Zmei, I'm not... You escaped the worst a few hours ago... but...

Yes, they're using you as a blackmailer to get me to do their dirty work!"

"Ahhhh Zmei, now that I love you I don't want us to be apart anymore. Whoa! (Crying). I was trying to see with Zmei's eyes but he also felt my grief and it was painful for him. But I saw that he was in his container, awake, and I heard the comments I was translating for Zmei at the same time.

"Yes, it's Zmei I think. He pretended to be asleep all the time, but he looks docile because they've been chipped."

They served him food in the form of vacuum-packed meat and some vegetables and a basin with water.

"You'll be better off in the storeroom"

I was trying to speak in English. "No, I don't want to go with black dragons. Not my family! I want to go with Fuchur to school. I want to work for World. "

The men were surprised at the young dragon's abilities. And as he is not yet truly wild, school is still a possibility for him.

We'll see what the chief says.

"Can I see Fuchur?"

"No, you're separated for several days. The air here is terrestrial and the water, soil and organisms come from the earth.

You are in immediate danger of extinction and your survival is a priority. If you fall ill or if one of you develops a disease, even a contagious one, we must be able to help you. So we need to study your behaviour and decide what to do with you. If you are reasonable and you know how to remain disciplined, even if it is not pleasant, then you will be considered as climate and political refugees and you will have the same rights and obtain citizenship. On the other hand, if you behave like animals, you will be parked in reserves or even zoos. "

"But how long am I going to be locked up in here?"

"Between two weeks and a month! "

"But there's nothing to do here! I'd like to learn to read and speak English and study, can I have some books? or something? And can I at least talk to the others?"

The healer, obviously annoyed, calls his superior who informs the healers.

"What do you know about your world? Do you have a culture? Rites?"

"No, noonn, I barely knew mom and dad. They taught me to hunt and talk with trappers with whom they traded the skins of the prey for wine and spices, but that's it. One day when I was playing fishing, my cave was burned and Mom and Dad died and were cut into pieces to sell their skins".

The healers were heartened by the young dragon's distress.

Well, learning about our culture won't damage yours. You seem like a smart girl. Here's a tablet and connect it with your collar. There are classes for you to pick up the students from the academy. But you'll have to pass the exams. I don't think you're all as smart as each other. "

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Me: "You see, it's going to be all right, but just be patient. Hey, are you a girl? Zmei? I thought you were a boy!"

Zmei: "In my family, it's hard to tell and my parents reversed their gender once. It must be because of the poisons we generate."

Me: "What poison can you generate?"

Zmei: "Pretty much any kind of drug. From anesthetics, to confessional poisons and delayed and very slow poisons and some in 2 parts that together are deadly and separate, are drugs. I have to concentrate and my saliva generates that."

Me: "Do you have an affinity for darkness?"

Zmei: "Yes, but mummy didn't teach me, she had to, but she never had the time."

"I'll help you then. You'll be able to escape. I'm working on a powerful spell to teleport. I'd like at least every family to learn English, rights and that seriously. We live in a human society now and you'll have to imitate humans. I'm not asking to be human, on the contrary! I hate that filthy race. They can all die for me, at last my heart still has room for those who deserve it like John, Mandrake, Valiant, Paul and Mary but my trust will have to be earned.

To sum up, don't fall into the trap of reserves. This is a golden prison with an uncertain outcome. Ask yourselves the question, all of you: What is the life span of an animal in the stockpile compared to its normal life expectancy? 1/3. they sort according to crazy selection criteria and euthanize or sell to traffickers for hunting or mining or as pets for rich people. with all the deviances and even sexual deviances.

So, fight with your head!.

Muscles and breath here are useless.

One silly microwave gun in a child's hands and you'll twist yourself into a twisting motion on the floor of pain.

They have protective fields on their clothes and your breaths will make them smell your bad breath. "

Crying

Crying

Moaning

"Zmei, we've got trumps! Don't forget that. They're insects! Give them a nice smile or a nice grimace and they'll be happy. Don't forget they're monkeys in collars and ties.

I know it's hard being a slave, but we're alive! That's all that matters right now. I'm building up our resistance and I've got some ideas on how we can get out of this. I need to test something that we can do but they can't: Living in space.! I've done it! I've done it!

We could even live on a meteorite but I am testing how to survive and reproduce in this environment! Come on, cheer up. I'll do everything I can to keep you with me. I'll be your big sister, okay?"

"Yes, Vermi, you're nice, I'm lucky to have you."