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S1: Chapter 13: Stunned

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    “Dr. Boyd?”


    A soft masculine voice pulls Teresa from her dreaming. She reluctantly opens her eyes, and then shuts them again.


    “Hello, Dr. Buederson,” Teresa says, without any emotion whatsoever.


    Edward Buederson continues to stare down at Teresa’s recumbent form. Teresa remains silent, hoping that he will just go away. The doctor stays right where he is.


    “Did you want something, Dr. Buederson? Or are you just going to stare at my boobs all day?”


    Teresa sits up as she says this, drawing Vor’taalnis’ abandoned blanket around her shoulders. The infant has surprisingly regained some of his strength and burbles on the other side of Teresa, closest to the wall. He plays with the thick fast-growing strands of his hair. Teresa reaches and toys with his hair as well. She wonders at the texture. If it is even hair at all. Why hadn’t she thought to test any of it while aboard the California? With so many alien warriors to choose from?


    Dr. Buederson clears his throat, and continues to gaze down at Teresa.


    “You’re in a room covered with two-way mirrors, Dr. Boyd,” Edward says. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”


    Teresa rolls her eyes, but is careful to close her gown while under the cover of Vor’taalnis’ blanket. She bends her neck to one side, removing a kink. Dr. Buederson''s gaze follows her every movement.


    “Thanks for reminding me that I am no longer regarded as ooman, Dr. Buederson. I’d almost forgotten that.”


    Dr. Buederson’s head snaps up almost as if he has heard a loud shot. His words come out in broken syllables.


    “Wh-at? What did you say, Dr. Boyd?” Buederson stammers.


    “I said…Thanks for reminding me that I’m no longer considered part of the human race,” Teresa reiterates. “I’d almost forgotten after my last torture session.”


    Dr. Buederson reaches forward and grabs Teresa’s right forearm. Teresa finds herself staring up into eyes of pale green. Eyes not quite as green as a lush otherworldly field of fresh-cut grass.


    “You didn’t say ‘human’. You said something else,” Dr. Buederson practically yells. “You said…‘ooman’. Is that what they call us? Oomans? I feel as if I’ve heard that word before.”


    The doctor shakes Teresa gently. As if he is trying to jostle the memory out of her head. Teresa’s eyes widen as she realizes her unconscious error.


    “I’ve never heard that word. Until you said it,” Dr. Boyd says, feigning ignorance. “I was being sarcastic. Changing the pronunciation. Nothing serious. I don’t even remember doing it. But if you say that’s what I said…That’s what I said.”Stolen novel; please report.


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    Dr. Buederson becomes furious, he rips Vor’taalnis’ blanket away from Dr. Boyd and throws it across the room. He yanks Teresa closer and glowers down at her.


    “You’re going to have to start being straight with me, Dr. Boyd,” Edward says. “Or, I can’t help you!”


    Teresa’s expression alters to one of pure malevolence and her mouth curls into an angry sneer.


    “Well…Well…Well. Looks like the ole dream doctor has a set of balls after all,” Teresa quips. “What’d you do? Borrow them from Wessinger?”


    Dr. Buederson releases Teresa’s arm and pushes her away. With an embittered grin, Teresa picks up Vor’taalnis, cradling him against her chest. Vor’taalnis obliviously toys with the front of her gown.


    “What happened to you, Dr. Boyd?” Edward inquires, a look of disappointment on his face. “You used to be one of the most brilliant minds the scientific community has ever known. When did you start hating your own kind? Was it before or after Judas? What did those…Things…Whatever they are? What did they do to you?”


    “There is no ‘they’!” Teresa insists. “So…They…Didn’t do anything to me. But as far as hating the human race. I think it started when I realized that the loss of an $8 billion dollar science vessel was worth torturing another human for. Never mind, the over three hundred other lives lost to the void of space. Just keep worrying about your precious ships, your superweapons, and your stock prices. I’ll worry about my son. Right now. He’s all I have. For nearly five months; I sang to him, read to him, and I told him jokes he will never understand. He kept me sane. He’s mine. That’s all I know.”


    Dr. Buederson reaches out as if to touch Teresa’s face, but quickly withdraws his hand. Teresa’s eyes follow his arm as he drops it to his side. The dream researcher''s eyes soften and he inhales sharply.


    “I really wish you’d trust me, Dr. Boyd,” Edward says. “I really do want to help you.”


    Without another word, Edward signals to his colleagues behind the mirrors. When he is within two feet of the door, the lock disengages. He looks back one final time and then exits Dr. Boyd’s cell.


    Two Mornings Later


    Vor’taalnis lies stretched out on the bed. Teresa blows into the flesh of his stomach and the infant makes tiny noises that are between a child’s giggle and a childling’s chitter. Teresa laughs as Vor’taalnis stretches out his legs and then kicks them.


    “What are you doing?” Teresa coos.


    She grips the infant’s legs with her hands and shuffles them back and forth. Vor’taalnis giggle-chitters even louder.


    “Huh? What are you doing?” Teresa repeats.


    She lowers her head to blow on Vor’taalnis’ stomach again. However, the cell lock disengaging halts her mid-action. The door opens and two armed guards enter. Teresa stiffens and grabs Vor’taalnis up into her arms. She presses him tight to her shoulder.


    “No! No! Please!” Teresa pleads. “Please, don’t take him!”


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    The larger of the two guards nods to the other. Raising his electro-stunner, the second guard shoots a charged electrode at Teresa. Almost immediately her body grows numb as the electricity nearly short circuits her nervous system. Vor’taalnis cries out, but Dr. Boyd is in no position to help him. Her body writhes with the force of the current coursing through her. The first guard nods a second time, and the guard with the stunner shuts off the current.


    Teresa breathes heavily. She struggles to maintain consciousness as her eyelids attempt to close. She reaches out as the unarmed guard takes Vor’taalnis from his spot on the bed. The infant’s eyes are shut tightly and his breathing is erratic.


    “Please…Don’t take him!” Teresa begs. “Please.”


    She sits up painfully and grips the guard’s uniform sleeve.


    “Please,” Teresa says again.


    The second guard takes the butt of his electro-stunner and hits Teresa in the face. She grabs at her cheek and falls back onto the mattress sobbing. Rolling over onto her side, Teresa uses the sheet to staunch the blood running from her torn flesh. The guards leave without as much as a word. Taking Vor’taalnis with them.
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