"Taleda, if we don't work together they are going to destroy us."
"Why would they want to Jessica?"
"We are in Stage 8 living. They can have us jettisoned into space if Chief Commander Cane so orders it."
"Why would they want to do that?"
"To assume greater control and decrease the population since TARA 3 has become smaller. It's that simple."
"What if they got rid of someone else Jessica?"
"Like who?"
"Like Ed. Ed Sanders."
"He's just an ag-tech. Why would they bother with him?"
"Because he's the motherfucker who recorded us in the spa!"
"What? Are you sure?"
"I know it was him. He wanted me to meet him there, and it seemed like he was tryin' to tell nmew something but he pussied out. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but now I'm certain it was him. It couldn't have been anyone else."
Jessica moved closer to Taleda and took one of her hands. She knelt in front of her. "I don't want to see you hurt Taleda. If Ed did this then we need to help each other and tell Chief Commander Cane. It might make him look at the situation differently."
"Ed did do it. Differently? Differently how?"
"Well, wouldn't it be easier to get rid of a simple minded ag-tech as opposed to two life producing females? All we have to do is do whatever they say."
Taleda squeezed Jessica's hand and pulled her close.
They both shared a smile and a gentle kiss.
The glass door to Taleda's cell whizzed open, but no one was there.
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Tara 3
Science FictionA space-scape of time lost and lives trying to remain afloat upon the stars in Humankinds last chance effort to survive on TARA 3.