Free Void's Psionics by Jr H. Lee Morgan Page B

centimeter has been scanned and deeply
penetrated and I’ve never discovered even a crack. The rest of the
floor is seamless. I never would have guessed this place was a
nursery. I had assumed for five centuries it was like a meeting
place to trade goods, like a Galicom mall.”
    “ Renee, do you see that?”
Oliver asked as he pointed to the stairwell.
    “ Just about to ask you the
same thing.”
    “ What do you see?” Andrea
asked eagerly. “The pillar is smooth except where the stairs were
made.”
    “ Well then maybe only Olly
and I can see it. It is like a soft glow shaped like a square, but
rounded by the curve of the wall. Everyone had best back away. The
AI did say there were traps to kill unauthorized personnel. Since
we can see a glow, however faint it is, means there is still power
running.”
    “ Be careful, Sweetheart.”
Jessica voiced as everyone stepped what would be assumed as a safe
distance, but be close enough to react if something
happens.
    Renee steeled herself before
making the wall light up brightly with her green eyes as she placed
her strongest shield around herself. Doubt
it will be enough, but is better than nothing. She thought, took a steadying breath and placed her palm over
the underlying light just large enough for a hand.
    Nothing happened for five seconds before her
palm was read and a light traced around. A dainty feminine voice
said “Telleleo, Matuw Reten.” And it was followed by the stairs at
the floor began sinking into more stairs traveling down through
what was once thought to be solid metal flooring.
    Andrea’s jaw figuratively kissed the floor
and kept going.
    Renee turned to say “It thinks I’m this Reten
after all. I’m going to head down first and see if I can deactivate
security.”
    “ Be careful.” This time
Oliver said.
    Renee responded by making the mouth and nose
mask slide up as a thin film covered her head. Her eyes still
glowing bright. She lifted her left hand and out shone a light from
the topside of the hand, also now part of her suit. Her own cape
fluttered a bit as she moved forward and lit up the completely dark
passageway.
    What felt like careful and heart pounding
hours was actually only ten minutes till she found the
claustrophobic stairwell open up into a small chamber. Her chip,
through the suit, told the air was safe, but musty and stale. The
room had a small bench for no more than four to sit directly in
front of a perfect sphere roughly the size of a person’s head
covered in dust. The room was painted a dark azure and as she moved
she noticed a pair of floating orbs with a barrel attached to it,
trained on her. She paused and so did they.
    She tapped her com to warn “Weapons
confirmed.”
    Oliver said through it “Copy. If they haven’t
fired, keep going.”
    And she did. She continued another thirty or
so steps to land and carefully moved to the bench, to sit down. On
the arm of the bench she noticed a familiar ring depression placed
in the metal surface. She contacted her bracelet and willed
understanding. A sucker attached to a string stuck to her forehead
and her life flashed in her mind too fast to comprehend. The sucker
then shot into the recess. Lightheadedness was a result of the term
brain-hacker which can transfer mind and information instantly. But
she made sure that only language was willed, she couldn’t chance
her identity with the still aiming weapons trained on killing her,
which she hoped to resist, but wasn’t confident of the possibility
she’s survive a shot from them.
    The dusty sphere began to vibrate so fast
most the debris fell off revealing a shiny and clear object, like
glass. She shone her hand mounted flashlight through it and was
confirmed. Through the fatigue she heard the same soft feminine
voice emanate directly from the sphere as tall as herself.
“Language update complete, General Reten, how may I serve you?” The
sphere asked.
    “ Deactivate weapon
systems.”
    “ Timeframe