THE PAnd0RA ULTIMATUM
Science Fiction Short-Story series by
H. Wolfgang Porter
Mankind triumphant in its conquering of space has yet to conquer loneliness. A lucky winner has received the ultimate companion, the beautiful and vivacious PAnd0RA! Woe to he who takes gifts from ZEUS INTERSTELLAR INDUSTRIES....
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PLANET AIPOTU WESTERN HEMISPHERE, CALYPSO ISLANDS - MONA LISA ATOLL Vivian Banneker stood silent at the center of the enclosed pool area of his island home. His companion Semele was busy on the far side of their complex making her latest culinary creation within the ancient style kitchen she loved. Banneker smiled at the thought of Semele finding joy in cooking. When she was human, you couldn’t get her near a nutrient processor unless she was starving! It was for the best at the time for…
Read more…It felt strange being back aboard DROMEDARY after going planetside. I decided to cut my liberty short to return with Gital after he was recalled. Being planetside was wonderful despite everything I learned. The shock of learning of my ‘parents’ persisted but had grown manageable. However, it was difficult to keep the events of the past twelve ESH from playing in an endless loop in my memory processor... ‘brain’. Learning my creation makes me a ‘Living Manufactured Being’ was the most…
Read more…I felt tired. My PHUD showed my energy levels were high enough for me to operate at full capacity for three Earth Standard Weeks without the need to recharge, I still felt tired. Huddled beneath a real waterfall within Da Vinci’s... no, Vivian Banneker’s home was built around I sat dazed despite the cool water pouring over me. I looked up through the circular opening in the ceiling which also went through the second level and saw the Azure sky. Gital was sleeping not far above me, but I…
Read more…I was at a loss to describe my feelings while I held Gital’s hand as we moved through the crowded walkways of the metropolis EOS. He brought us both dark long garments many of the natives of the city wore instead of a PBM. My head and shoulders were covered in a shawl similar to those worn by bonded females on this world while Gital wore a shrouded hood. With these flowing garments, we weaved through the crowds of people unnoticed. I did not know where Gital was taking me. From what I saw…
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