Free Supernova on Twine by Mark Alders Page B

unknown.
Location, the heart of Parenthesis. Date, unknown. Internal
input.
     
    “ Fuck, what a day I’ve been having,” Zane whispered. He thought
and felt it would be a better idea to verbalise his diary entries
because there was already way too much action going on in his mind
with Motac crammed in there.
    You can’t start a diary entry like that , Zane, Motac said.
    I can start it however the hell I like, so butt the fuck out.
It’s my entry and my mind. You eternal bastards have to learn, us
humans like our own space .
    Would you like it if I pleasured you within your own
space? Motac offered, rather
cheekily.
    What?
    When we’ve got Tink and Mirko, I’ll show you what I mean. Then
maybe you won’t be so negative that I’m here on this journey with
you .
    You’re here inside me for the long haul, aren’t
you?
    I sure am. Where else am I going to go? We’ve got to ensure
Zoltan and any other coalition eternals are safe before we make our
move. When we get to Supernova on Twine, that’s when we act. Until
then, we’ve got to behave like we’re a fully possessed being with a
shadow eternal inside him. Got it?
    Zane
thought about Motac’s words. He also thought about how he’d never
heard of this Supernova place. From that he could only imagine they
were heading into the future. The far future, because humanity
hadn’t done anything in space when he was on Earth except launch a
few probes into the solar system and land on the Moon.
    He had to admit, things had been better and it was kind of
reassuring having Motac inside him, especially while they wandered
through the inner workings of Parenthesis. The guard had left them
long ago. It seemed their ruse had worked so far, because Motac had
told Zane a few choice words to say to convince the Banshan he
wasn’t needed as their chaperone. The alien reptile seemed to
accept that — probably because it was feeding time or whatever the hell it
was reptiles did on their off time.
    He needs a fuckin’ shower. That guard dude, I mean, Zane said.
    Try living with them long term.
    You get used to the smell?
    Nope.
    Zane
laughed, catching himself before he did it too loud. He didn’t want
to draw attention to himself, not after they had come so far. They
were within the prison block. Many more guards loomed, looking
sinister.
    Time to
put on his act.
    Zane approached the guards and they looked him up and down
with the same disdain for his species Erkla had done. I take it Banshan don’t like
dick .
    Now it was Motac’s turn to laugh, and Zane’s mind reverberated
with that laughter. I like the look of your
dick, even from within your own eyes.
    Gee, thanks. Zane then said out loud,
“We’re here to escort the prisoners to Erkla, as
instructed.”
    The
Banshan grunted. “They are sedated enough for you to move without
bother. But be quick about it.”
    Zane
nodded. “Yes, of course.”
    Ooh, that was good, Zane. You sounded just like me
then .
    You kind of pick things up when someone’s in your mind, you
know .
    Don’t you want me here? Because if you really don’t want me, I
will leave at the first opportunity .
    Zane pondered Motac’s words for a moment while he walked
behind the Banshan who were escorting him to Tink and Mirko’s
cell. You’ve got a promise to keep. After
you’ve done that, I’ll make up my mind then. For now, yeah, you’re
useful, I suppose .
    Gee, thanks , Motac said, emulating
Zane.
    Hey, don’t take it personal. Us gay guys always try before we
buy. If you’re no good in the sack, I’m afraid you’re ditched.
Saves time that way.
    Then I’ll have to make sure I’m good, won’t I?
    Zane
smiled, but added no more to their internal conversation. The
Banshan had opened a cell door. The sight of Tink and Mirko brought
him great joy, and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to rush in
there and embrace them both, but knew if he did that, his
cover—their cover—would be blown. Instead he said, “Bring them to
me.”
    The