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And then she crushed my palm with such a great force that I could hear my palm bones crunch.
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In the same movement, she gave a jerk as my shoulder dislocated and I was flung away a few meters.
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The pain was agonizing.
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Her face had broken out into a smile. A sneer, a cruel sardonic winner’s smile.
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The laser pistol moved in a gentle arc, its ugly tip pointed straight towards me.
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I could catch the flicker of motion as her finger touched the trigger switch.
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I saw something jump out of my pocked and frog-leap towards her
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Well madam I have done exactly as your instructions. I hope I have done well and not disappointed you.
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The smile did not waver. The expression of extreme confidence could have only been borne by a member of the elite Galactic Security while terminating someone Beyond Salvage.
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The red beam shot out
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And cleanly split me into two. The halves lay writhing like an amputated worm.
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The last thing I saw was the Gok being petted by her as she bore a victor’s smile on completing a mission.
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Pause! Stop! Hold on! The alert reader would say. This story is simply not believable. The ending is so abrupt. In addition, how can you tell a story in first person if the hero is no longer alive in the end?
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Ok! Here is the truth. Carinomunda had forbidden me from telling you this part of my story, but I will break my promise!
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When I had requested a modification, my list had been exhaustive. The twenty-eight digit code was for mental modifications.
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It had cost so much because I had been surgically engineered to read minds and thoughts. To evaluate and assess emotions.
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Though Gok was a mind reader, he was simply too basic and amateur for my level of skills. I had seen through his act, even as I had set eyes on him.
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Even Faxigin had too elementary a mind and I could easily conclude that he was a Galactic Security plant.
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The Galactic Security had already known about my flight plans and Carinomunda was the special agent sent to tackle me.
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A single agent was considered enough, because the Galactic Security did not know about my modified status.
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Gok was sent to read my mind and collect my octadisk codes. After the agent terminated me, all she would have to do was to recover my octadisk.
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In any case money was not an issue. I had been coded Beyond Salvage, and the interests of justice would only be served by my termination.
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I thus knew the whole plan well in advance. I was able to control Gok’s mind so that it was never aware that it was helping me.
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No doubt Carinomunda was surprised to see my activation, but knowing all about activations, she decided to wait till I deactivated. She knew that I could not re-activate immediately, without causing myself serious harm.
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What she did not know was that I removed the power console before tossing her the pistol.
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She was also unaware that I had not deactivated as I walked close to shake her hands.
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She activated as I walked close and had planned to chutney me and blast me apart. Only that the handshake did not go on as expected. She simply could not break my bones.
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Close proximity to her produced strange stirrings in me and I folded her into a fierce hug, planting a forceful kiss on her lips.
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Initially I could feel the resistance but then slowly felt her body mellow and melt in my embrace.
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The fact that she was nude and that I had been away from female company for so long, might have had something to do with what happened next. Our lovemaking was intensely passionate and I was surprised at the excitement displayed by her during the final throes of climax.
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I wanted to bid a polite goodbye and walk away. But she held me by my wrist.
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She had suddenly made a decision.
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The fact that a member of the elite Galactic Security with all her resources had failed in a simple Beyond Salvage operation would not go well with her superiors. Disciplinary action and departmental enquiry were not something that she would like to endure.
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Galactic Security was a well paid job, but the fact that I had over half a billion credits in my octadisk might have helped her to make a decision.
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She whispered to me that life with me on a vacation planet with half a billion in our pockets would be a far better option that continuing with Galactic Security.
She did not make her proposition immediately but my mindreading abilities allowed me to perceive what she had in her mind. |
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A scene was set. The laser gun charred the bodies beyond recognition. The final Galactic Security version was the bold agent who had successfully terminated a Beyond Salvage, but lost her life in line of duty.
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The vacation planet was all and more that what I had imagined with Minca.
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But doing nothing all the while does become boring. I thus decided to write this story.
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Carinomunda was all love, support and encouragement while I chronicled my saga, but was worried about Galactic Security and their spies.
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No doubt I had promised to her that I would not reveal the real ending, but then as we all know, promises are meant to be broken. After all my readers are as important to me as Carinomunda.
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We enjoy our lives on this wonderful planet, whose coordinates I wont divulge. Faxigin was wrong. Gok had been a tiny infant when he came to me. In two years he has really grown. He is now a beloved pet.
I am also working on my next story which I promise will be equally fascinating. Till then good bye!
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