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SPACE QUEST: DARK PSYCHE
© 1998 - 2008 by Anthony Durrant
The Escape from Starbase 41
Right at noon on that awful day, I closed the library where I used to
work on Starbase 41, picked up my old lunch bag, and left for the
cafeteria. On the way, I met a friend of mine named Stanley.
"Well, if it isn't old Walter Libram!" he cried. "Come and have a drink
with me, bless your old heart!"
"I think I shall!" I said.
We went together to the cafeteria, where he handed me an order form for
an Antigonian tiara, an item worth its weight in gold. I took a
sandwich, a drink of ginger beer, and a cupcake. On my way back, I
mailed the order by putting it in the electronic mailbox near the
cafeteria counter. It made a series of beeps, and then the tiara
dropped down. I picked it up - but then the sound of a klaxon alarm
filled the air and the mailbox's red emergency light turned on.
"I'm sorry, Walter," Stanley said, pulling out an ID badge, "but as the
new security officer, I'm going to have to arrest you for vending
machine fraud. You really should make a habit of paying your bills!"
***
I was remanded for trial in the station's courtroom, and was found
guilty by the jury.
"Having found you guilty of vending machine fraud," the judge said,
"through not paying the 600, 000 buckazoids required to buy the
Antigonian tiara, Walter Libram, I sentence you to life as a sex slave,
because fraud is such a severe offence that there can be no legal appeal
for anyone convicted of the crime. Guards, take this man away! Next
case."
I was dragged, kicking and struggling, to the transformation chamber,
where I was put on the slab and strapped down tightly. With the push of
a button, the Conversion Machine came down over me, and I gave a final
scream as it covered me from head to toe. Soon I was in agony as the
nanites entered my body and began transforming me.
Several hours passed, and then the computer's voice said: "Conversion
complete. The sex slave programming will be ready in a few minutes."
The Conversion Machine rose back up to the ceiling, where it had
originated. Finding that my straps were loose, I wriggled my arms until
I broke free. Looking around, I saw nobody, so I sat up and pulled off
my leg straps and swung my legs to the side of the table - slim, shapely
legs with dainty feet! Standing up, I searched the chamber, but all I
could find was a used keycard and an old hand mirror, both of which were
in the garbage unit. When the door opened to let a robot come in, I
dashed out. Using the keycard in the slot of a security unit, I went
down in an engineering elevator to the spacedock. Hiding behind a
spacedock wall, I watched two men at a station there talking to each
other and laughing.
"That's her," one said, pointing to a spaceship shaped like a scorpion.
"That's the Skorpyon, a Latymyrean ship. She's one of the fastest
spaceships I've ever seen. Powerful, too - she could outrun one of our
cruisers, and then some. She's incredible."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" the other said. "You know, I wish there were
sex slaves here on this deck, so we could have a really good time,
Michael."
"Oh, you dreamer!" the first man said as I inched to the lockers on the
wall beside their console and managed to slip by without either of them
seeing me.
One of the lockers was close at hand. Using the mirror as a crowbar, I
broke the lock, and opened the locker door. On the back of the door was
a mirror, and reflected in the mirror was a slender, blonde-haired girl
with green eyes, wearing a red dress with a gold halter. With a start,
I realized the girl was ME! For a minute, I swayed, shocked by the
surprise, but recovered and searched the locker. I found only a bra and
a small bottle of pimple cream inside, so I took the box and the cream,
then dashed off down the corridor to the docking bays. Soon, I came to
the Skorpyon's berth and found a Latymyrean robot pilot guarding the
ship. Putting the bottle in the bra, I twirled the bra over my head and
shot the jar right at the pilot, sending him falling off the catwalk to
his death. When I searched the body, I found the Skorpyon key. Taking
the key, and looking round again, I went up the ramp to the platform,
opened the airlock, and ran down the boarding tube to the main hatch,
where I inserted the key. The door hissed open, I entered, and pushed
the POWER button. The door shut automatically, and the ship powered up.
Pulling on the throttle, I was pushed into my seat as the ship took off,
sailing through the bay doors, which opened like a rose.
"I'm free as a bird!" I cried. "I'm free as a bird!"
Looking at the Skorpyon's star charts, I set the ship on a course to the
planet Requiem, then set the speed to Lite Speed. The Skorpyon shot
into lightspeed, pushing me into the pilot's chair as it made its way
through the far reaches of the cosmos.
The Planet Requiem and its Ancient City.
I saw the planet Requiem in the viewport, and it was the most majestic
sight I'd ever seen, hovering in space like some unearthly angel from
Heaven. I pushed the LAND button, and the Skorpyon turned about and
landed on the planet's surface. When I lowered the gangplank, and
stepped out onto the surface, I felt an odd sensation, as if I was
getting weaker. Going through the nearest door of the city I'd landed
in , I found
myself looking into the facets of a Dekyon Crystal as black as night.
"It's at full power!" I thought. "I really AM getting weaker."
There was a crystal key lying on the ground; I took it and followed the
hallway west past the crystal to a bank of cells, all empty except for
one containing an elderly hermit. Using the crystal key on the keyhole,
I opened his cell and he stepped outside.
"Thank you!" he cried. "What's your name?"
"Walter Libram!" I said. "I used to be a librarian."
"In return for your kind act, Walter, I'll give you this key, which
opens the door to the reactor's control room." the hermit said as he
handed me a key.
"Thank you!" I said as I took the key. "I appreciate it."
"A machine that could help you on your journey is in the control room,
Walter. Look out - my captor has returned!"
I didn't have time to even turn before everything went black. When I
awoke, I saw the face of a Huntsman in front of my eyes, smiling cruelly
at me, his red eyes glowing.
"Did you really think you'd get away with my beautiful crystal draining
you of your strength? You're very brave, but very reckless as well.
I've drained all your strength out of you and into me! With this Dekyon
Crystal, I can conquer the whole Galaxy. There's no hope left for you
now, because you're MINE!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hermit pull a sheet off the
crystal and turn it around on its stand, then give me the "OK" sight,
and activate the crystal while the Huntsman was talking to me. All of a
sudden, I felt a surge of power go through me. I was getting plenty of
strength from the Huntsman! As the Huntsman raised his staff, the
crystal exploded into vapour.
"You've got no idea what I'm going to do to you, do you?" he asked.
I shook my head, and he burst into an evil cackle.
"When I'm through with you, you'll obey my every wish!" he cried.
He touched my face with his staff, and I felt a surge of sexual pleasure
go through me as he kissed me on the lips.
"Any last words before I start?" the Huntsman asked.
"Yes!" I said. "Your prisoner set the crystal to 'reverse.' YOUR
strength has drained into ME!"
With that, I snapped my chains, and strangled the life out of the
Huntsman with my bare hands. On searching him, I found a necklace of
pointed teeth, a dagger, a flawless ruby lens, and his long wooden
staff, all of which I took.
"Which way is the reactor control room?" I asked the hermit.
"Past the cells and to the north!" the hermit said. "I'll just nip out
of here and take off in the Huntsman's ship."
"Goodbye, then!" I said, shaking his hand firmly.
"Goodbye, Walter!" the hermit said. "Oh, and since you've forgotten to
ask, my name is Bermit. May I see you again!"
With that, he dashed away, leaving me standing there.
***
As Bermit had said, the reactor chamber was down the bank of cells, and
then down a corridor that branched off north down the hall. There was a
crystal keyhole at the end of the corridor, and I used the crystal key
in it and the wall slid upward. When I went into the room beyond the
wall, I found the control console stood on a platform with a pit around
it. Using the Huntsman's staff, I pole-vaulted across. Athletic, but
that's how my friend Roger Wilco would've done it.
There was one glowing light on the console, and it came from a small
compartment beside the pressure valve. I noticed it had a socket atop
it that looked like it would fit a ruby lens - a lens like the one I was
carrying! I inserted the lens into the socket and the compartment
opened, revealing an ancient gadget, which I promptly grabbed.
"Overload in twenty minutes!" a voice said. "Prepare to evacuate the
planet. I repeat, there will be an overload in twenty minutes!"
The door opened, and I pole-vaulted across and hurried back to the
Skorpyon. Once on board, I took off and flew away from the planet just
before it exploded. As soon as I was as far away as possible, I
inserted the ancient gadget into an open compartment in the ceiling of
my ship and attached it firmly to the Skorpyon's systems. Sitting back
in the seat, I set course for the planet Epistle.
To my amazement a voice said, "We'll be arriving at Epistle in two
hours, love."
I'd wired the Requiemian computer core into my ship! To silence the
voice, I pushed a button on the console marked VOICE OFF, and set the
Skorpyon to Lite Speed. The ship tore off at light speed again, and
soon I was looking at the planet Epistle's face. Realizing the Skorpyon
had just stopped, I sat back in my chair and sighed in relief.
The Planet Epistle and the Temple of Death.
The rough face of the planet Epistle reminded me of a mining outpost
whose library I'd worked in before I went to Starbase 41. As I pushed
the LAND button, I smiled at my reflection in the viewport. The
Skorpyon landed smoothly on the planet's surface. When the gangplank
lowered and I got out, I found myself in a desert! On a sand dune I
found a wrecked ship, and went inside to have a look. Not much left was
worth salvaging, but the ship's laser cannons were still intact, so I
went outside and unclamped them, then went back to the Skorpyon and
installed them.
Getting out into the fresh desert air again, I walked north until I came
to a ruined temple with sand piled high around the entrance. Walking up
to the entrance, I turned a dial beside it clockwise, opening the door.
When I walked into the temple, I found myself standing at the start of a
maze! The image of a young man with a goatee appeared. Dressed in
black, he was strikingly handsome, with black hair.
The man said, "Welcome to the Temple of Death, wanderer. The path to
your fate leads to the center of this maze."
He disappeared, and I continued forward - north - to a junction where a
passage branched off to the east, and I turned that direction, walking
east until I came to a wall with an inscription that read:
"I am the ruler of the Greek underworld, son to Chronos and Rhea. Name
me!"
"Hades!" I said.
Nothing happened, so I went in the opposite direction and found a niche
in the wall that had opened. I found a gold key in the niche, and
walked to the end of the west passage and found a door with a golden
keyhole beside it.. On inserting the key, I watched as the door rumbled
open, and saw the passage turn south on the other side. I followed it,
and found that it turned east at the end. At the end of the passage was
a screen, on which was the young man's image.
"Riddle me this!" he said. "What's the name of the goddess forged from
the sun god Ra's eye?"
"Sekhmet!" I said, and he smiled and said:
"Good! I knew you'd guess the answer. Go ahead, the way's clear."
A passage had opened to my left, and I walked down it. Realizing the
maze might form a puzzle larger than I thought, I continued east down
the passage until it turned west at the end, where I found a message
that read:
"Pass the rays with great care, hoary one, unless you want to be killed
instantly."
Turning right, I found myself looking at a set of laser units with beams
criss-crossing the passage. Taking out the mirror, I thrust it into the
beams, sending them back at the units, and frying them into
inoperability. Now I knew what the warning had meant about "the rays."
Going down the passage, I found myself at the main temple doors. As the
hero of Space Quests I - VII, Roger would be proud if he could see me
now.
The young man appeared and said, "The hoary one [referring to me] must
guess this riddle: Who devours the sun god Ra at the end of the day,
only to see him reborn on the morrow?"
"The serpent Apophis!" I said.
"Very good!" he said.
The doors opened and I walked right in. The temple was a vast dome with
a black alter in the middle. On the altar rested a goblet, and behind
it was a huge screen, with the young man's face on it.
"Go ahead, drink from the goblet!" he said. "The poison in it
guarantees a peaceful death. After all, that's what our sect cherishes,
isn't it? Take the goblet and drink to your heart's content. Come on
and take a hearty swig!"
I picked up the goblet but, instead of drinking from it, I tossed the
poison at the screen. There was a series of sparks, and then the screen
smoked and dissolved. Obviously, the poison was acidic, and I would've
died a very painful death - the young man had lied. Even though my sex
drive had been increased many times over, and my body had been horribly
altered during the conversion, I didn't want to die; my will to live was
simply too strong. Springs had popped out of the damaged screen and I
took them with me. Searching the area I also found a skeleton with a
priest's rod in its hand. After getting the rod, I left the temple and
went back to the Skorpyon. Once aboard I left Epistle for good.
Setting course for Johnny Doolan's Space Doughnuts, I turned on the Lite
Speed, set the autopilot, and went to sleep.
Johnny Doolan's Space Doughnuts
In the dream I lay on the slab beneath the Conversion Machine as it rose
to the ceiling. Stanley was there, and as the Sex Slave programming was
being uploaded, he said:
"This is for your own good, Walter - you deserve to be a sex slave."
I woke up roaring and sweating and sexually high. I was in the
Skorpyon, and it had been a dream brought on by the shock of my
conversion. In the viewport, I could see the restaurant known as Johnny
Doolan's Space Doughnuts.
I docked the Skorpyon at the restaurant and got out through the docking
tube. When I went to the counter to place my order, I was forced to
stand behind some of the beings paying their food bills. As I stepped
forward, my foot landed on a whoopee cushion that let out a squeal. As
I bent down to pick it up, the being in front of me let out a huge belly
laugh, revealing his sharp teeth.
"I can't believe you fell for that old trick!" he cried. "Arbuk's my
name, and jokes are my game. Here, take the whoopee cushion - and my
card, of course! Do you want to buy anything today?"
"I don't have any money, Mr. 'Arbuk of Arbuk's Jokes and Novelties'," I
said, reading the card. "I'm sorry. Perhaps another day when I'm in
the money."
"Too bad, my little chickadee!" he said. "So long."
With that, he entered his ship and zipped off.
"What a ham!" I thought, smiling. "How can I get some buckazoids to buy
a doughnut with?"
In front of me, I saw a young blonde-haired fellow who looked like
Roger. Blowing up the whoopee cushion, I playfully tucked it into his
pants, then hit the whoopee cushion hard. As he screamed in shock, I
laughed heartily and said, recalling what Arbuk had told me, "I can't
believe you fell for that old trick."
I opened his shirt collar and massaged his chest as I added, "Here, take
my card. You look like you've got the flu, chicken pox, or that dread
disease, Mogo on the Gogogo. My name's Arbuk, of Arbuk's Jokes and
Novelties. Would you like to buy my merchandise, my little cock-robin?
What would you like?"
"To get my merchandise and get to my table!" he cried, doing both in
double time - and leaving me with his wallet, which I'd taken when I'd
picked his pocket.
"Just enough," I thought, counting the buckazoids, "for a Super Duper
Doughnut and a try at that new Defensor ? arcade game!"
Going up to one of the tellers, I said, "I'd like a Super Duper
Doughnut, if you please. I'm very, very hungry."
"That's five buckazoids, miss!" he said, and so I counted out five
buckazoids and gave them to him.
I took the doughnut he handed me to a table near the wall and ate it.
It tasted good, but every time I took a bite, I felt surges of sexual
pleasure. As I finished the doughnut, I bit into something hard - a
Defensor decoder brooch! Putting it on, I went to the game and inserted
a buckazoids. After ten rounds, a coded message appeared. Using the
brooch to decode it, I read:
"I'm being held prisoner by Slash Vohaul, Sludge Vohaul's brother.
Help! I am the Moboan known as Dr. Synthe!"
I rushed back to the Skorpyon, and took off again. I had to find Dr.
Synthe!
***
"Slash Vohaul is a retired Xenonian Army colonel!" the computer told me
after I'd turned on its voice. "He earned the Red Heart for Valour and
is a highly-decorated officer. He went underground after retiring to
build a super-soldier army, love."
"And his brother was Sludge Vohaul, the man behind the Star Generator
theft!" I said. "So where is Colonel Slash Vohaul now?"
"On the planet Oxymoron, love!" it told me.
"Then I'm going to go hunting," I said, "catch me a Vohaul. VO-HAUL!"
Pressing the lite-speed button, and setting a course to Oxymoron, I was
crushed into my seat as the Skorpyon went into Lite Speed, and was lucky
I wasn't hurt. Soon the Skorpyon was orbiting the warworld Oxymoron, a
planet totally transformed into a vast spaceship.
Oxymoron and the Rescue of Roger Wilco
As the Skorpyon landed on Oxymoron, I was awed by the vast machines on
the surface. When I got out, I bumped into two large men in uniform -
two of Genera Vohaul's super soldiers, specially enhanced to serve him.
"Hello, boys!" I said, striking a sexy pose. "Do you want to have some
fun with me?"
Their sex-drives proved to be too strong for their biocircuitry, which
exploded, killing them.
"Super-soldiers, eh?" I thought. "I'd call them DUDS."
Looking around, I saw two guards standing near a doorway, one on each
side of the door. Walking up to them, I struck a pose and said:
"Hey, sugar plums, how about buying a girl a drink?"
Once again, my enhanced pheromones proved to be too much for the super-
soldiers' biocircuitry. Both of the guards sparked, exploded, and fell
dead at my feet. I walked right into the room behind the door, which
hissed open to let me in.
"Slash Vohaul's enhancements can't protect these poor men from ME!" I
thought.
***
When I entered the room, I found I was standing in a storage room with a
grate on one side. I went over to the grate, and forced it open with
the Huntsman's dagger, then crawled west through the vent shaft behind
it until I came to another grate. Wrapping the necklace around one of
the bars, I ripped the grate from the wall by pulling on it. Crawling
through the hole where the vent had been, I found myself in a bathroom.
After a quick shower, in which I felt alive with sexual pleasure, I
dried myself off and put on the necklace, taking the towel with me and
dressing on the way out. As I was walking east down the corridor, a pit
opened, and I pole-vaulted across to the other side with the Huntsman's
staff. I soon came to this floor's elevator and got in. When the doors
opened and I got out, I found myself on Floor Two. Sneaking past the
super-soldiers, I dashed through the first door on my left, and found
myself in the kitchen. I opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled a
roll of paper towels off a door rack. In the cabinet was a small waste
paper basket, and I took it.
I left the kitchen, and went east to another elevator, then jumped in
and went down to the first floor. When I left the elevator, I saw a
sign on the metal wall facing me that read, "This way to General
Vohaul's Private Library."
Following the sign, I came to a door marked LIBRARY. When I went
through the door, I discovered a room full of books, all of which were
about military strategy or technology. A book was on the table, and I
picked it up and read it. It turned out to be an autobiography written
by none other than Colonel Slash Vohaul!
On one page he had written this very revealing statement:
"I've always hated the advanced fighting machines used by the Army. If
the soldier could be improved, the military benefits would be great
indeed. If I could just design the perfect soldier, I could develop an
army of men and women who could take over the Galaxy without making so
much as an eye twitch against my commands."
"A fanatic!" I thought. "He doesn't even bother to have somebody else
do his research for him - he goes ahead and designs a super-soldier
army!"
As I left the library, I was ambushed by a quintet of female super-
soldiers, who held my hand to the ground and a gun to my cheek. One
tapped her comm ring and said, "We've got her, Colonel Vohaul!"
"Good! Take her to the basement dungeon!" Colonel Vohaul's mechanized
growl said over the comm. Channel, and I was dragged into an elevator
and taken to the basement, the brooch on my wrist making a squealing
noise as they threw me in the dungeon.
"The guard robots will unplug from the walls and gun you down if you try
to escape!" said the squad leader as she entered an elevator, leaving me
sitting there in the darkness.
I put the paper towel in the basement, and lit it by rubbing together
some pieces of wood from an old broken chair in the corner. A few
minutes later, sparks poured out of the Guard Robots as the water from
the sprinkler system in the dungeon ceiling frizzled them out. Looking
around the dungeon, I found a carbonite block containing Dr. Synthe with
a lever bearing a label that read, "REVIVE." I pulled the lever, and the
carbonite melted, releasing the good doctor.
"On behalf of the Star Confederation, I thank you!" Dr. Synthe said
solemnly as he reassumed his usual form, that of a handsome dark-haired
man with pointed eyebrows and blue eyes.
"My name is Walter Libram!" I said.
"How did they turn you into a girl?" Dr. Synthe asked me in a very
shocked voice.
"They arrested me for vending machine fraud, and sentenced me to life as
a sex slave, but I escaped before they could reprogram my personality."
"Sorry to disturb your little meeting, doctor," Colonel Vohaul said, his
voice coming from the intercom.
A door opened in the wall, and we went through. Vohaul - a cyborg whose
mind and organs were encased in an impregnable droid body - sat waiting
for us as we entered the room next to the dungeon through that door.
"You have the power to convert matter into energy and vice versa, Dr.
Synthe!" said the Colonel. "Why will you not use it to bring my brother
Sludge back from the dead?"
"We Moboans have too great a respect for the dead to allow that to
happen!" Dr. Synthe told the Colonel, who retorted angrily:
"Because you won't revive my brother, I'm going to shrink you into
oblivion!"
He pointed his ring finger at Dr. Synthe, and I raised the mirror in
front of the good doctor. The beam bounced off the glass and hit the
Colonel, causing him to shrink out of sight. Rushing to Vohaul's chair,
I sat in it and saw a timer on the console - his death had activated a
destruct system!
"This planet will explode in thirty seconds!" I shouted. "Follow me!
Follow me!"
We raced up the ramp at the end of the room, and hurried through the
door at the end. We raced through the tunnel behind the door to a
passage, at the end of which we found a catwalk. We dashed down the
catwalk and ran through the open door at the end, emerging at a
shuttlepad.
Dr. Synthe and I dashed over to the Skorpyon, and the two of us ran up
the ramp into my vessel, and we were able to lift off in time to avoid
being caught in the planet Oxymoron's death throes. It was then that he
turned to me and said:
"You've got a nice ship here, Walter!"
"I certainly do, Dr, Synthe!" I said.
Then I pushed the Lite Speed button, but it didn't work. Colonel Vohaul
must have had the connection between the ship's ion engines and FTL
drive severed after bringing the Skorpyon over to his headquarters.
The doctor noticed my distress, and said warmly, "Don't worry, Walter -
I'll take care of it!"
With that he grabbed the severed connector cables in both hands and
melded the severed areas together again so that they again became two
single cables. When I pushed the Lite Speed button again, the Skorpyon
went easily into Lite Speed, and we were able to get away just as
Oxymoron exploded.
"Thank you, Dr. Synthe!" I said warmly.
THE END
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