Innu-Akku

Foreign mind

Floating in the clouds of memories, Esma felt incredible peace and tranquility. Suddenly all worries disappeared somewhere, consumed by the microcosm of someone else's mind. In the warm bliss, the Martian no longer cared about the past, constantly flashing with images of shapes, smells, and sounds.
Only one moment from the first trip to Earth briefly darkened the journey as a bright and ugly spot. The moment a drunken Earthling at the spaceport screamed and insulted a couple of Familiers. Scared and unable to resist, they first tried to leave, then showed their ticket codes. When nothing helped, the couple began to look around for support from anyone. Alas, the onlookers only watched. The majority of Earthlings did not feel the need to defend the "beasts." Someone even broadcasted the events on the network, titled "Brawls on Asurang." No one thought to call security, waiting for it to be over.
Esma did not understand: why?
The couple only differed from the crowd in their ears, tail, and bristles with short fingers.
In the absence of condemnation, the Earthling abruptly grabbed the girl-Familier by the hand, shouting that she was "just a slut" and that he would "teach her a lesson" if it were up to him. Among the crowd, a strange whisper spread, electrifying the atmosphere. All that was needed was a tiny spark for a real explosion!
Esma so wanted to intervene! She imagined herself using all her combat skills right now. But etiquette and the promise to her family not to get involved in scandals as one of the descendants of the ruling dynasty held her back. Fearing that the first flight could be the last, Esma, who had always dreamed of earthly adventures, could only watch in silence.
- You're all the same beasts!- the bully shouted again, grabbing the escaping girl and turning to her companion. - Hey, how much for the girl? I'l take her for a couple of hours? Don't worry, I pay enough!
Esma could no longer bear it. Remembering the saying that one shouldn't offend women and cats, as the Gods see the world through their eyes, the Martian prepared to strike.
But before the girl could act in righteous anger, a sturdy girl of titanic heritage deftly emerged from the crowd.
About it spokes and the grayish shade of skin, and the pink hair plaited into dreadlocks, and the round face, and the huge black eyes, in which there seemed to be no iris or pupil.
- What are you getting at? They gave themselves to their society, unlike you - drunk piece of shit,- the titan said menacingly, striking a pose and crossing her arms over her chest. This militancy did not at all match the cute lace dress over a thin blue spacesuit.
- And what, cutie-e-e? You wanna wan-na w-walk a mile in her shoes?
That was the last straw. Before the man could even swing, Esma, with a calculated movement, effortlessly knocked him down, tying him up and bearing down with her whole body.
"You're such a weakling!" the crowd burst into laughter a moment later. "Couldn't defeat a Martian ofiura!"
The last remark was ignored. The issue was not at all about the mechanical body, the weakest of all available models. Martians only seemed fragile with their elongated arms and legs, which they skillfully used in battle. Additional power was given to them by their reconstructed circulatory system, gifting them with dense vessels, able to thicken during stress and adrenaline rushes, literally resembling hydraulic muscles. Synthetic bodies had a similar function, feeling almost like their own due to the speed of signal transmission.
The laughter of the earthling led him to complain about his life, spreading saliva and snot, causing even more disgust among those who were initially on his side.
"Security!" the titan transmitted her thoughts through the public channel.
- Lika, - the spirited stranger introduced herself, stepping aside for the time being. - Lika Maatu-Serova,- introduced herself Esmeralda, continuing to listen to the enthusiastic monologue.
- Cool of you! First time seeing Martians fight! Especially future 'gorgonopsids,'- the titan mirrored, pointing to a badge in the form of a skull. - I was hoping to provoke that bastard, he'd swing, and then the cameras and channels would work. They don't always record attacks on familiar members in this part of the rings. Only if they openly break. But children are a different story! So this outfit came in handy. They like to dress me up like a little...
- Do you come here often?- the Martian girl was surprised by the information.
- Every year. Child of interplanetary divorce. So I live in two worlds. Oh, sorry, I have an important call from home, - even as Lika moved slightly to the side, Esma still heard snippets of her dialogue.
- No, mom! It's not like that. It wasn't like that at all! He started the fighting. I didn't even touch him! They're not going to kick me off the faculty! Why on Earth? O, come on! Don't be a killjoy! Sofya Avenirovna will stand up for me. I'm her favorite student and right hand! And besides! You know: suffering for a just cause is almost not suffering at all!- It was hard not to smile at such remarks. The childlike optimism and fervor turned out to be very contagious.
- Thank you,- the boy reluctantly thanked, when drunk guy being taken away. Hugging his shaking girlfriend, familiar hid her ears under his cap, adding. - Let's go, Aibo. Our flight is soon.
Although this couple was not able to meet again, Esma continued to be proud of herself. She acted as her conscience, unexpectedly speaking in Lika's voice and reminding her that it was worth helping the family members at least because of their strong alienation from people and bootlegs. The foreign "mind" agreed with this sentiment.
The images rushed forward again.
The familiar landscapes of Mars with its city-prefectures, interspersed with conversations with a new friend, began to be replaced by earthly panoramas. The waves rhythmically roared. Feet began to sink into the hot soft sand. The scent of perfume and a light kiss on the lips were felt. A familiar sweetness spread in the mouth. Chocolate? Or something with it? Emotions ranged from timid sighs to unrestrained ecstasy, carrying everything further.
Passion and the feeling of painful pleasure. Moans - whether their own or someone else's - didn't matter. Pulse and heat between the legs. They literally burned from within, not allowing to realize who they belonged to. The heart obeyed them, beating a very lively rhythm. A cry of despair and pleasure seemed to be heard from within simultaneously. There were too many sensations, and they tore through the clouds and darkness with flashes of blood. A leap into the abyss and heavy breathing after orgasm. Like a tiny death, followed by resurrection, spreading pleasure and heaviness throughout the body to the fingertips.
"Suppressed emotions," - the Martian guessed from the excessive brightness and sharpness.
Someone whispered a tender call "Lana." So alluring, warm, and familiar that it was impossible to resist.
Following it, Esma was transported to the observation deck of the newly arrived ship. The space, bathed in light, seemed cold and bustling. Air conditioners hummed, carefully cleaning the air of any smell and making it cool. Some devices beeped. Rows of colorful lights and lines of data swiftly ran along the walls. Simple robots, controlled by the commands of their owners, worked on dazzlingly shiny panels. Against the contrast of warm darkness and bliss, this light seemed lifeless, like a few minutes ago in the server room.
A girl stood nearby, looking longingly at her new home.
"Lana? Lana..." - the voice, at first frightened, became a quiet, doomed whisper from somewhere behind.
- There you are! I've been looking for you! - a muscular man with a gaunt face and a white spacesuit quickly approached the lonely girl, hugging her around the waist. - How are you feeling? If you need, I'll talk to the doctor, and he'll change your drip with medication.
- I'm okay. Just... recovering from the flight,- Esma noticed the badge on the girl's chest.
A typical body model, distinguished only by the inscription with the name and number "51". It is no wonder that in the past, the Earth grew carbons for these purposes: not everyone was ready to have a unique appearance among thousands of strangers of the same gender. Carbons, on the other hand, were not used to it - within the lines they already looked alike, if not as twins, then as brothers and sisters.
Mechanical individuality at that time was the privilege of the rich and influential.
- You're right, I'm struggling with dizziness myself. I have to admit, as they warned, the signal jumps were quite a thrill. But try to come to your senses as soon as possible. The others will arrive in a few decades. It's not that much, really. We need to at least deploy a base from the refitted ship, and ideally finish the construction of an underground complex. It's a good thing there's a magnetosphere here. Otherwise, we'd have to deal with the satellite and its laser evaporation like we did with Mars. As for the atmosphere...
- We've found the perfect place for the atmospheric dome, Cardinal! Just as you had calculated! Everything is ready for descent!- interjected a third voice. Energetic and ringing. Turning around, Esma saw the culprit. A familiar from the early generations, named "Buran."* Compared to the rescued pair, he looked much more like a two-legged dog.
The moment of unity, which entered as soon as it had appeared, quickly dispersed with apologies for the sudden intrusion.
The man did not come up with a better response than a generous remark about duty and its priority, hurrying after the assistant.
Left alone, the girl sighed sadly, watching the short, almost transparent clouds float above Elm. From somewhere in the distance, an electromagnetic hum seeped through the transparent wall, caught and transformed by mechanical hearing into a melodic chime. Elem's song. It resembled a gentle bell sound, and in foreign associations, the planet appeared as a temple.
Through the alien thought, the call "Lana" sounded again.

Buran (meaning "Blizzard") - Russian first spaceplane/shuttle with AI.