Molly's Miracle Colonies

Their Ship

We stepped into a green room with tables of cylinders and thin beds at waist high. Through the clear wall was a crowd of people. Twin-fingered Zheien in a rainbow of colors of skin. Purple Thordes with hands like ours. Elshars—most look like us but their eyes lighten when they're happy and darken when they're not. Pirad has five-fingered hands, but he's got dark green skin and shoulders half the width of an average man. I didn't smell anything but an occasional whiff of licorice from Ben. This lab looked bigger than the rest of the ship and had a high ceiling.

When they saw Pirad, Deb and her mother froze. He clicked his jointed face into an expression of dismay. "I do not wish to frighten them! Why did you not warn them?" Pirad, and all Bisillips, are green and thin enough to be skeletal. Little green men. I stifled a giggle. But he's taller than me. I'm really short at 4'1".

Ryee carried Greg to the soft bed at the side of the lab. "I fear for Greg! Please, Pirad, see him quickly." Shelves in the wall held a lot of cylinders of various colors. I knew he kept memories of people who had great skills, to make clones of 'em.

Pirad laid his five-fingered hand on Greg's forehead. For every joint I have, he has twice as many. Greg's shoulders went down. "Oh, you are in poor condition! Your father is cruel. Did he send a Thum Mayyahh with you to heal you?"

"We had one at home. Briahh complained that if he could take me to it, I would have less pains. Father and Mother forbade it." Greg blinked.

"He is a slaver, so I am not surprised! I have memories, so I can heal you without one." White light flashed.

Greg smiled. "I feel better, thank you. Can you heal my brother?"

"If he is not frightened to come here."

Greg chuckled. "I think he is eager to feel better!" He reached for Ryee's hand and missed.

"I will carry you, my friend." As he picked Greg up, Pas, a grandfatherly healer, had an aandat ready for me. I stuck out my ankle. He waved up another white one and poured it on Greg's ankles. Ryee frowned at him, but Pas smiled. Good. White gel flowed up my jeans legs. Warm. Not as heavy as I expected. A bulge moved up and looked really weird, like a slow-mo wave.

Sylvania mewed and Ryee startled. Smiled, big. "Is that a cat?" His orange eyes opened wide.

I unzipped her case and she jumped into his arms, on Greg's lap! "This is Sylvania. She's my therapy animal." I pictured yesterday at the nursing home and how people loved petting and holding her.

"O, I enjoyed cats so much, on Earth!" Ryee giggled. Greg laughed and petted her, too. "May Pas take her to many, here?"

"I want to leave her here! Mom threatens to put her outside. She's Deaf. She'd get killed out there!"

He showed me a prog to keep her in the ship, but she can roam freely. Pas can heal her deafness and give her an aandat. A Deaf person would probably not want her healed, but I did.

Pas put a tiny white aandat on her and hummed. Then took her out into the big room, with a smile. All the Zheien and purple Thordes rushed to see her. Sylvania butted every hand that reached for that soft, white fur. She's in her element, now! And, I won't have to get those vaccinations or give the poor thing insulin shots any more. Her ears pricked in every direction! She's almost a year old, so still about half the size of a grown cat.

We ported. I knew Pas would let me have an aandat! And, white is better than the blue one I had. My telepathy will be stronger! I didn't feel the thing, now.

In a hall of doors, Greg pointed to the one marked 911. "Molly thinks our number is very funny! When someone needs help, he uses this number on his phone." Greg used a door knocker three times. I giggled. Then toned it down. People are still asleep. No one in the hall right now. Smells from someone's breakfast.