Solar time unit = year
planetary time unit = day
Sam could only shake his head, a thought warrior. He had tried to go through his memories to find exactly what it was.
"I'm sorry," Sam told Fino. "I can't seem to recall what they were."
Fino took a deep breath; this was going to take a bit to explain. "It was more of a secret arm of the protectorate. They had been conditioned so that they could protect. Unlike most of the population, they could actually act out to violence with violence. It was basically in response to the discovery of the Tetricon elite."
Sam was nodding this much he had pretty much guessed. "If they were needed so badly, why wasn't something done to help them? It seems obvious that the conditioning unbalanced some of them."
"It wasn't that east Sam, those that could help them couldn't. They couldn't take the number of violent ideas that the thought warriors had. The few that tried had near mental break downs." Fino replied.
"I'm sure that eliminating all of them wasn't necessary." Sam said then looked at Fino, "Oh I see. Rather than fix the problem that you people created, you just got rid of them. No matter that they weren't showing signs or not. Shit! Here you called the Tetricons barbaric!" Sam spit out.
"You have to understand Sam, we had no choice. The simple fact that, I was a part of that, left an extremely bad taste in my mouth. I never want to have to do anything like that again." Fino said a look of horror on his face.
Sam could only shake his head, so far everything that he remembered about the Cliverstone people, was true. Then again, this thought warrior was of his most concern at the moment, that plus the power mad Tetricons, the pissed off Thantas. Then, there was these elites that seemed to want no part of what the council wanted. Then there was the elite's captured offspring. Oh yeah! Let's not forget the new power he was still feeling.
Fino watched the emotions play across Sam's face. He could really sympathize with Sam in that respect. There were many times that, the full weight of the world seemed to be on his shoulders. In this case though, there really wasn't much he nor the others could really do to help. Well, all but one, one that might be the death of all of them if they lost control.
Finally, Sam decided that he wasn't going to solve all the problems right now. He put away all that there was nothing he could do at the moment.
"I have to go, I am hoping that all of you can help defend this world, if they decide to try and take it." Sam said then turned to check on the others.
Not far away he entered a tent like enclosure. There, he saw that both Drivas and Thellus were laying on the cots he'd left them on.
"So, what's the prognosis?" He asked his mother, Triann.
Triann turned to Sam a slight smile on her lips. "I'm not sure how you have done it, they both are continuing to change. Thankfully, it appears as if they are only progressing one percent every few hours. Much more conducive to their health than the large jumps they made earlier."
Sam blew out a breath, he'd hoped that this would work when he started it. "I'm glad, I wasn't sure that it would work when I initiated it."
Triann nodded as she watched Sam closely, Sam's concern for both the females was heartening to her. Hmmm, she thought, perhaps, the newest generation of the Cliverstone race was closer to reality than she thought.
Walking to the tall blonde, Triann ran a small black box over the blonde's body. "This one I am reading at ninety five percent Cliverstone. Another day she should be complete. This one," Triann walked to the Auburn haired Thellus. "I am reading at ninety three percent Cliverstone. The first almost complete converts in nearly six hundred solar time units. Possibly another day and a half she should be complete."
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Sam
Bilim KurguA man is taken then returned. He's not the same or is he? Now with a lot of questions he leaves earth to search for the only other one like himself, so far.