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Spacetran
By Beverly
Chapter 2
"Two score and thirteen years ago a child was born on that
bloody planet. It was two months premature and three pounds
underweight. It's mother died during delivery from complications
caused by heavy smoking. The father blamed the child for the
mother's death.
The dangers of smoking and childbirth weren't fully
understood in those days.
Naturally the older siblings adopted their father's view
and also blamed the newborn child for causing their mother's
death. Subsequently the child was reared as a pariah on the
periphery of a socially inadequate single-parent family. It never
ever felt a mother's caress. Inevitably the child grew up
dysfunctional and at the age of six was discovered to be a
transvestite-"
"Wait a minute. Good God! Are you trying to tell me you're
a man?"
"Will you let me continue please?" She retorted angrily.
"This is painful enough without going into details and I can only
get through it in one go."
"Sorry. It's just that-"
"Be quiet please!" She snapped before pausing to continue
her harrowing monologue.
"At eight, because of its overwhelming urges to wear pretty
frocks and frilly knickers, the child was put into care on with
the agreement of its father. It was deemed 'Beyond Parental
Control' and diagnosed as a deviant. Nobody wanted to adopt or
foster a transvestite child. The betrayal was complete. For the
next two and a half years that child was systematically beaten,
tortured, raped and eventually maimed."
(Here she gave the bangle on her left hand a sudden twist
and to my sickening amazement her left hand came off. She held
out the stump for me to study the myriad tiny connections but I
was already too nauseous with shock to react. Unaffected by my
nausea, she carried on talking.)
"That's an artificial limb but I'll tell you more of that
later. For now it's sufficient to say that the child's hand was
severed when it was ten years old.
Just before its twelfth birthday that child came to the
brutally cruel conclusion that its life was destined to be short.
It was set to be the lead player in a paedophile snuff movie for
the sexual gratification of the perverts who regularly visited
the care home. The prospect of snuffing out the life of a little
blond haired transvestite was quite delightful for the
paedophiles. After all, what harm was there in removing a piece
of perverted transvestite scum? It had no right to exist in a
world of decent people. The child realised that unless it took
some pretty drastic action it possibly wouldn't see its
fourteenth birthday and definitely not its sixteenth birthday. It
could never be allowed to bear witness to what happened in that
home.
On Christmas Eve, that child absconded from care while the
snow lay two feet deep and the thermometer read five degrees
below. After floundering for miles it eventually flung itself
into the freezing raging waters of the River Severn and emerged
half dead on the Welsh bank nearly a mile down stream. The child
is still uncertain to this day if that plunge was an act of
desperation or attempted suicide.
Following a near fatal night spent in a hay barn, the child
finally made it into the hills and for six months lived like some
feral arctic predator. It survived by stealing chickens and eggs
and vegetables from farms and fields and eating them raw. It
stole from shops and clothes lines- anything anywhere, just to
keep body and soul together.
An existence like that concentrates the mind of twelve-
year-old child exquisitely. It developed a depth of reasoning and
a lucidity of perception far beyond the parameters of normal
human understanding. Forced to live were a single slip could send
it plunging to destruction, the child somehow developed an
intimate relationship with gravity. Forced to roam were a loss of
direction could lead to exposure and starvation, the child
acquired an acute perception of space. Forced to spend every day
on the razor edge of survival and dancing in the jaws of death,
the child absorbed a visceral awareness of time.
Two score years ago that transvestite child, not yet even a
teenager, developed some very original ideas about those
unforgiving concepts of gravity, space and time. When he tried to
explain his ideas, they ridiculed him and sniggered at his pretty
frock. One of their number even reported the child to social
services as 'in need of care and attention'.
'Care and attention!' I ask you! What that child didn't
know about 'care and attention' wasn't worth knowing. 'Care and
attention' had brought that child nothing but beatings, torture,
maiming and rape. Desperation and terror saved it from their
clutches and it managed to escape to the slums where it survived
by begging while its brain refused to let go of its obsession.
Then that child's hormones betrayed him. It sought female company
but its transvestism disgusted women. Wounded to the core, the
child tried to kill itself. It was not to be however and its
emaciated body somehow clung on to life. Unable to kill itself,
that child confronted its cowardice and resumed slaving away at
the maths and science. Some inexplicable unrecognised force
seemed to drive it on.
Thirty-six years ago, that child finally determined the
principles of, and the relationships between Gravity, Space and
Time. Now however, the child was so imbued with an implacable
resentment towards humanity that it resolved to remain in it's
dark stinking corner and deny humanity any of the wonderful
benefits of its discoveries. Instead it put down the pen, picked
up the tools, and with its single hand, started labouring away at
the engineering in a barn as a prisoner of a paedophile farmer.
Thirty-four years ago, that child finally brought forth an
engine incorporating his newly discovered principles then he
installed that engine into a spacecraft."
(Here she fondly caressed the crude aluminium levers in the
middle of the otherwise smooth sophisticated console of The Cold
Albatross.)
"Finally that terrified youth, pointed his spacecraft
towards the darkest, loneliest, remotest corner of the universe
and left Earth forever. It was to be a single journey. A voyage
exploring every possible experience available to humankind and
embracing every side of life including finally the dark side,
suicide! A voyage hopefully ending in a death, unwitnessed, and
unlamented as far away from Mother Earth s mortal man could get.
And so we come to the present. I have been wandering this
universe star by star galaxy by galaxy for the last three
decades. Always searching, always hoping to find what? Love,
compassion, tolerance; I don't know."
As she finished she took back the artificial hand I had
been stupidly holding and deftly reattached it to her stump. I
had never seen such an amazing and complex piece of
bioengineering before. That single invention alone would have
brought indescribable joy to millions of amputees and
quadriplegics. Under the bangle it was quite impossible to see
the join or differentiate either hand. It was only then that the
whole saga began to sink in and I remembered the transvestite
factor. Once again my jaw sagged as I studied her perfectly
feminine figure and shook my head disbelievingly.
"You're definitely a man?"
"Absolutely." She murmured.
"I hardly find that possible. There's no way such a petite
and feminine figure could possibly belong to a man. You're inches
shorter than I am."
I found myself measuring myself against her and realised
she was about two dress sizes smaller than I was. All the
telltale signs were incongruent. She had tiny feet, delicate
hands and full rounded hips tapering to a perfect waist. Her ripe
breasts filled the cocktail dress impeccably and I shook my head
in wonderment. Then she spoke again.
"It's my transvestism that makes me a freak. They'd never
accept me back on Earth; there's no way I could live normally
amongst them. They'd probably lock me up again."
If this was all that made her afraid it behoved me to set
her straight.
"Things have moved on a long way since you left Earth. They
don't lock gays or transvestites up anymore."
"Huh! Not with bars and keys maybe, but prejudice can trap
and imprison just as effectively. Anyway you've seen enough. I'd
better return you to earth, you'd better go back to your seat."
"But you said you'd explain the amputated limb and there's
a million other questions to be answered." I argued.
She shrugged resignedly as though having realised that she
had promised too much and opened the Pandora's box of my
curiosity. I suspected she really wanted to take it further.
"Okay then. If you must hold me to my word I'll give you
half an hour of my time. What d'you want to know. I've explained
how The Cold Albatross works what more could you possibly want?"
"Is there life out there?" I blurted, desperate for an
answer to the eternal question, "and have you contacted them?" I
added for good measure.
She looked at me and sucked her full red lips thoughtfully
before nodding softly.
"Yes; and I have dined with kings."
It took me a few seconds to grasp her meaning. Any star
traveller arriving amongst a planet bound species would probably
be treated as an honoured guest. Especially if that alien race
wanted the secrets of The Cold Albatross.
"Were they all friendly?" I asked.
"All but one. My very first contact believe it or not. It
was my third warp attempt and I hadn't yet met a single
intelligent soul. I was feeling lonely and contemplating the
final suicidal. I had pointed The Albatross to the outermost rim
of the universe with a view to ending it all."
"Go on." I encouraged.
"Well I had reached the edge of the universe and
dematerialised out of hyper-time with a discharge of energy that
would have destroyed a small star. Some antimatter had leaked
from the Albatross's coil and polluted the space warp. The energy
accumulates you see and the further you travel the more energy
you have to shed at the end. I thought I would be isolated and
far enough away from any galaxies or stars not to cause any
damage. I had also arranged to emerge behind a megallanic cloud
so as to be invisible to the rest of the universe. I didn't want
any witnesses to my end, God forbid."
"So what stopped you?"
"Two things. Cowardice- I was afraid of death, and the
stupefaction at discovering an isolated yellow dwarf star almost
identical to Sol."
"Go on." I pressed excitedly.
"It was crazy really. Here was an inexplicable single star
right on the outer rim of the universe having only its own family
of planets and their attendant moons for company. The whole
system was totally isolated and invisible to the rest of the
universe because of the vast megallanic cloud blocking out all
the other stars and galaxies. There were thirty-six planets in
nine orbits with each orbit containing four quadrimetrically-
opposed planets. Imagine my surprise at discovering that the
planets in the third orbit from the centre were almost identical
to earth and each supporting oxygen breathing life."
"And?" I pressed excitedly.
"Well you see, I had rematerialized a bit close to the star
and the Albatross's discharge of polluted energy had caused the
star to flicker. The planets had also wobbled in their orbits. I
simply didn't know it was there. Fortunately I had arrived
perpendicularly to the system's orbital plane so I hadn't
permanently displaced any planets and the natural dynamics of the
system quickly stabilised itself. I never thought that stars
could form in such splendid isolation; it was a real eye opener I
can tell you. Mind you my astronomy was pretty fundamental and I"
"Never mind the bloody astrophysics, get on with it." I
nagged impatiently.
"Well the upshot was that the residents of the planets
thought a bloody God had arrived in their skies. It was crazy
really. They were quite advanced technologically; in fact they
had already developed a crude interplanetary atomic drive. I was
chagrined to learn that they had been engaged in a four-sided
interplanetary war for bloody generations. Here was me; after
travelling billions of light years through time and space, only
to learn that things never change. They thought their planetary
system was the only one in existence so all four races were a
right bloody xenophobic lot. For a transgalactic traveller to
suddenly appear in their mist was a total rebuttal of all their
beliefs, and theories. It's amazing how backward they were about
astrophysics and astronomy because their black night skies were
devoid of the constellations.
Anyway, I appeared amongst them with a bang that shook
their worlds and they quickly realised they were not alone. It's
remarkable how they suddenly united to confront a common foe and
they were attacking me before I had a chance to realise what was
happening. Cold Albatross was a very crude and frail craft in
those days and I was caught completely on the hop. I had to
recheck everything before making my return and I was outside in
my spacesuit inspecting the drive coil when they pounced on me.
They captured me and accused me of all sorts until some more
level headed individuals finally came to their senses.
They realised they had captured a species totally alien to
anything from their four worlds and therefore I must have come
from somewhere else. I was clear evidence that there must be
something on the other side of 'The Curtain of the Gods'. That
was their name for the megallanic cloud. They finally realised
that if they were kind and courteous to me then they might learn
what lay beyond."
"Did you tell them?"
"Of course. Why not? I even took a dozen of them, -three
from each planet- for a ride in Cold Albatross to show them what
lay beyond their tiny existence. When we penetrated to other side
of the curtain and they saw the whole universe in all its
majesty, they nearly died of fright. They begged me to show them
Cold Albatross's secrets, just like you did."
"But you didn't. I hope."
"What d'you mean by that?"
"Well they attacked you and they took you prisoner, they
must be a warlike species. It would have been dangerous."
"So you're judge and jury now. The human race hasn't
changed much then."
I suddenly felt I was on trial and had just failed an
important test. She wagged her head sadly and turned once more to
stare out of the window. I still could not believe such a petite
figure of feminine perfection was male. Then she turned to face
me again.
"They were four very frightened species. They were stunned
to discover that there were an infinite number of worlds and they
thought I was the harbinger of Armageddon. Don't you remember all
those stupid early films way back on earth? Even the greatest
writers and philosophers always portrayed a visit by aliens as
hostile. Shit Ruby. They were no worse than the human race and
technically they were more advanced. At least they had
interplanetary travel with a reliable atomic drive. They just
hadn't cracked gravity or space."
"Or time." I added.
"I didn't crack time travel. I just discovered it when I
warped space. It was an unexpected accident but an inevitable
one. Once I encountered the phenomenon I had to work backwards
from the first time shift and make the equations fit the facts.
Nevertheless it was pretty hairy. I rebuilt Cold Albatross on one
planet with the help of some amphibian people. The problem was
her reconstruction altered her mass and I landed in the Middle
Ages trying to get back. It fair bloody put the wind up me I can
tell you."
I grinned at her disarming modesty. She had still managed
to finally crack time and make sense of the whole physical
spectrum. That betokened an awesome intelligence.
She still appeared to be a young woman despite claiming to
be over fifty so it looked as though she had many years yet to
refine and develop her discoveries. I would have given both arms
to persuade her to return to Earth but before I could dream up
any plausible arguments she interrupted my thoughts again.
"Would you like to meet the race who gave me my artificial
hand and helped me rebuild Cold Albatross? They're the most
gentle and kindly race I've ever met. It might remove your
prejudices."
"Would I just!" I gasped. "Where do they live?"
"Rest your butt on the divan and watch out of the window.
You won't learn much but the sight is well worth seeing."
She slipped easily into the cockpit seat with all the
decorum of a woman well used to short cocktail dresses and I
watched her deftly set the console dials with a practised ease.
The moon rapidly dropped away and the millions of brilliant stars
started to turn bluer until they faded into the ultra-violet
spectrum and disappeared altogether. She casually vacated the
seat and joined me on the divan.
"It's a hell of a long way away so it'll take about a day
of our time. We'll go time warp in about an hour. I've set the
warp a bit weaker than normal in case you begin to feel nauseous.
We may as well chat and make ourselves at home. It'll be more
comfortable in my cabin."
I vigorously nodded my agreement and couldn't wait to
follow her into the inner sanctum. It was pointless to think of
some trap like 'the spider and the fly' for I was already well
and truly enchanted by her manner and there was nowhere to go
anyway.
I entered her cabin to find it laid out like a whore's
boudoir. It was obvious she spent a lot of time dressing up.
There were several other doors leading off and she explained
where they led.
"That's the bedroom and bathroom, that's the study and
that's the kitchen. There's no spare room I'm afraid so you'll
have to sleep on the sofa."
"Why all the clothes?" I asked wonderingly. "It's almost
narcissistic."
"I'm a transvestite for heaven's sake. That's what
transvestites do!"
Once again I had to remember she was male and I shook my
head dizzily. She opened the door to the kitchen and invited me
to join her in preparing a meal. I readily seized the chance to
do something useful and we spent a happy hour experimenting with
some familiar Earth food and some strange stuff I had never seen
before. I held it up curiously.
"Is this from other worlds?"
"Mmm- yesh," she mumbled through a mouthful of the
unrecognisable fruit, "but don't worry, I'm as human as you and
it's never harmed me."
She proffered me a segment of the weird looking fruit so I
cautiously bit gently in to the delicate purple cube and was
pleasantly surprised.
"Mmm. It's sweet." I mumbled as the delicious juices
squirted out unexpectedly.
"It'll make you feel hungry in minute. They use it as an
appetiser on its' home planet. It prevents you from absorbing too
much nourishment from your other food; you can eat all day
without growing fat. Think what it would fetch on earth. I use it
all the time 'cos I get bored a lot and frankly I eat too much."
In the kitchen bar we settled down to eat and she spent a
solid hour entertaining me with hilarious tales of culinary
disasters the length and breadth of the universe. As a hostess
she was proving to be a real hit. Later we returned to her main
cabin again and she slipped into the cockpit to set the controls
for time warp. I felt a slight nausea before she returned and
then the stories continued as she led me through another door
into study.
"This is my chartroom as well as my study." She grinned.
"It's bloody rudimentary because I probably haven't visited more
than one percent of all the galaxies."
"Bit like Ferdinand Magellan's charts eh? 'Here be
dragons'." I chuckled.
She grinned and pointed to an ellipse shaped three-
dimensional hologram that was suspended above the desk.
"This is a crude representation of the universe and this is
where we're going. The illuminated line is a rudimentary
presentation of our course, speed and present position. That's
the galaxy were going to. I change down to an interstellar drive
once I've rematerialized out of hyper-time. It's not very
accurate I'm afraid and it takes a bit of searching to exactly
relocate the right star. We'll be looking for another yellow
dwarf about one-third from the centre along the red arm. It's an
amazingly beautiful galaxy because it's got four brilliantly
coloured arms, red, green, yellow and blue. That's what attracted
me to it in the first place. I like bright colours. It usually
takes about an hour to finally reach the particular star and
about another hour to do the interplanetary bit. They were
ecstatic the first time I visited them and I've enjoyed their
company many times since. They're an incredible people and just
about the only race that I list as my friends. They're so gentle
and so kind."
"Have you revealed your secrets to them then?" I asked.
"Not all. They don't want to leave their star system so
they're quite happy with the interplanetary drive. They say
they've got plenty to occupy them for all eternity. That's one of
the traits that endeared me to them. They're not greedy. I
explained how the interplanetary anti-grav drive worked but kept
the intergalactic projections of space and time to myself.
They'll be euphoric when I introduce you to them. They might even
come out to meet us once they detect the power shedding from our
arrival. We won't notice anything but there's a hell of a lot of
energy accumulated along the warp and most of it discharges as
light. First there's a hell of a blast of raw heat as the space-
time continuum rips open then the light pours out of the warp
hole like an erupting fountain. They told me it looked like a
white hole the first time I arrived; you know a place were matter
pours out instead of in."
As a science correspondent I knew about black holes and
white holes. I could perfectly imagine the effects on an advanced
society at finding a white hole suddenly pouring countless
zillions of cubic miles of hot matter into their star system. The
resultant increase in fatal debris could be catastrophic. They
must have been as relieved as hell when it stopped."
"Anyway to cut a long story short." She continued. "They
realised it was not a hole when the warp closed and suspected it
was the act of some intelligent species. They were anticipating
me for they thought I had picked up their radio signals. I
arrived to an unexpectedly friendly reception. They had outgrown
their home planet and they were looking for more living space but
they were virtually 'planet-bound'. I was treated like a hero and
I couldn't understand why until they explained the overcrowding
problem."
"Surely they had birth control?" I asked.
"They evolved from Amphibians in their primordial slime
because there are no stray meteorites in their galaxy to destroy
the dinosaurs and stuff. They lay hundreds of eggs at one go.
Despite the incredibly painful steps they have taken, it's almost
impossible to stop the population growth. They do try I can
assure you. The self-sacrifices they make are superhuman. Nearly
all the women forgo motherhood and their urges are just as strong
as ours. They envy our mammalian race enormously in only having
one or two young. I think you'll find they are a lovely people,
ever so gentle."
I smiled sleepily and she immediately apologised for having
kept me up.
"I'm so sorry. You must think me a terrible hostess. Here,
lets make up your bed."
She tugged at the sofa and it unfolded to provide a large
double bed.
"You use the bathroom first. I've got my own private door
from the bedroom."
I showered and inspected the fittings then wondered about a
dressing gown. Almost by telepathy there was a discreet knock on
the door and I opened it to find a bathrobe being extended
blindly through the gap.
"Thank you." I whispered as I sensed the nervousness in the
extended hand. "Why are you frightened?"
"I've always been afraid of adults ever since a child.
Night-time is always the worst." She mumbled as the door closed
and a precise click told me she had locked herself in her
bedroom.
It puzzled me why she even had locks on the door unless she
regularly carried guests. Then as I recalled her life story it
dawned on me where the fear came from. She was a really messed up
kid. As my hair dried I settled down to study some videos she had
left out for me in preparation for meeting her friends and I
wondered at the strange yellowish race in the pictures. Their
tallest men were slightly taller than her but she was quite a
petite girl. I would be a giant on their worlds. They were quite
pretty too. Faces not terribly dissimilar to human ones but no
breasts of course and no visible genitalia. My human host must
have been a terribly lonely frightened soul to befriend such an
alien people but I knew I was prejudging the whole issue. 'Wait
and see' was the best policy.
In the middle of the 'night' I heard her whimpering softly
and I knocked gently on her door. There was instant silence
followed by a nervous 'Whoisit?'
"Who do you think it is?" I replied a little impatiently.
"Wait a minute!"
The door eased back a fraction before a heavy chain-bolt
stopped its progress.
"What d'you want? Isn't the sofa bed comfortable enough?"
"The bed's perfect." I whispered reassuringly. "It's the
noises coming from this bedroom. Why are you crying?"
"I cry every time I sleep. It's nightmares, I'm sorry if it
disturbs you. There are some bunks in the cargo hold but it's not
very comfortable in there. There's no sound insulation either so
the drive noise is quite invasive."
"D'you want me to comfort you?" I asked concernedly.
Her eyes flashed and her face twisted with a cynical snarl
as she recoiled from the door.
"Not bloody likely. That's the last thing I want."
I was shocked at the metamorphosis. Whatever outward
appearances she portrayed, it was obvious that the damage inside
her head was near total. 'Despite the incredible genius locked up
inside her skull she was definitely one fouled up individual'.
'The childhood thing again.' I concluded. 'Somebody or
bodies down on Earth had a lot to answer for'. I gently closed
the door again and retreated to my sofa bed. What this girl
needed was neglect. 'Care and attention' she'd obviously had her
fill of. It was like taming a wild animal. Just put out the food,
the bait, the temptation, and let it eventually come to you.
Later that night my beliefs were confirmed. Her bedroom door
opened gently and she crept nervously into my bed. Whispering
softly I asked what she wanted but there was no response. She was
'sleep-walking'.
'Like a small child afraid of the dark', I thought.
I felt her soft small body curl up inside mine and the
whimpering eventually subsided. It was a mildly confusing
situation for I found it hard to decide if she was dreaming of a
lover or a mother. In any event she slept like a log and I was
awake long before her. To avoid complications I gently carried
her in my arms back to her own bedroom so that she would wake in
her own bed and hopefully have no recollections of her nocturnes.
She emerged refreshed some hours later long after I had
dressed and eaten. In anticipation of the forthcoming arrival she
was dressed in a practical tight fitting overall that hinted
gently of her masculinity. It was obvious she was much more at
ease with the aliens than with me but that was to be expected.
She studied my city power-dressing suit and grinned thoughtfully.
"There's some spare clothing in the cargo hold. You'd
better change."
Gratefully I investigated the slop chest and was relieved
to find several complete changes of outfits including underwear.
It was obvious she had prepared for my company. Back in the
cockpit I asked her about it.
"I steal the everything from warehouses on Earth. It's easy
to hover silently above some remote building and just tractor
beam it aboard. I just throw out what's not required."
"Hasn't anybody ever seen you?"
"What! 'Flying saucers'? Do me a favour. Do you seriously
believe in them?"
I grinned at her caustic brevity. She was right of course.
To be continued.
Libbie
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