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This is a story inspired, as I mentioned in the Comments section
earlier, by the 1980s ASTRO BOY series episode "Blackie Young." I am
typing it directly into this e-mail, as I did my previous submissions,
because the hard disk of our computer is clogged with files, including
my other stories, and I didn't wish to add to the problem by adding
more.
FATHER'S DAY
(c) 2009 by Anthony Durrant
"Lenore Aubert, Magnolia Melton, will you please step forward?" the
Space Force arbiter. Commander Hengist, asked the two of us. We walked
toward his desk, and as the two of us stepped in front of him, he said:
"Now insert your I.D. cards into the two slots in my desk, so that I can
assess your qualifications for the job."
We inserted our I.D.s into the slots, and two displays popped up right
in front of our eyes. Looking at us, the Commander said:
"I'm sorry, Ms. Aubert, but it appears Ms. Melton is better qualified
for the job of commanding the Space Station Starmaster. She'll assume
that position immediately after Captain Delta's mandatory retirement
ceremony. Ms. Aubert, you'll assume thenceforward the position of First
Officer to Ms. Melton because Captain Delta's First Officer is also his
wife, and she wishes to retire along with him, so that they can remain
together on Earth."
"Thank you for your wise and intelligent judgment, Commander!" I said as
Magnolia and I retrieved our I.D. cards and stepped back from the desk.
"Congratulations, Magnolia!" I said as I went up to her and hugged her
warmly.
"Thank you, Lenore!" she exclaimed. "I knew you wouldn't have become a
Caregiver if you didn't care about people."
"You are a Caregiver, too," I replied, "so I would be honoured to serve
as your First Officer, so don't worry about it, Magnolia."
And then the two of us walked off to the holodeck to celebrate
Magnolia's promotion. As soon as we'd entered it, I asked the
Starmaster's A. !.:
"Could you get me a farmyard scene?"
We suddenly found ourselves on a farmyard, with a farmhouse and barn in
the distance
"All right," Magnolia said, "now put a wagon in this field to our left,
and a big haystack to our right, in front of the barn."
The wagon and haystack promptly appeared.
"Now please give us a pair of pitchforks!" I asked, and they appeared on
the deck in front of us.
As we grabbed them, Magnolia ordered:
"Please save this program, computer."
Once the program had been saved, we began baling the hay into the wagon
with the pitchfork. We kept on doing this for at least two hours,
missing Captain Delta's retirement ceremony in the process. As I put
the last bit of hay in the wagon, the new second of the Starmaster came
into the holodeck, and said.
"I see you two are doing a little celebrating of you own, Captain Melton
and Commander Aubert. Well, I've come here to hand you your official
duty assignments. Congratulations!"
He handed us a pair of silver envelopes, and we opened them and pulled
out our duty assignments. After we'd read them, I said:
"Thank you, Lieutenant Commander!"
"You're very welcome, Lenore!" he said, and we left the holodeck and
headed for the main bridge - after I shut down the holodeck emulation of
a farmyard, of course!
***
After welcome changes of clothes on our part, Magnolia and I took the
turbolift to the main bridge. Once we arrived at the top level of the
station, the doors opened, and she and I entered quickly and took our
assigned places on the Starmaster's bridge.
"I don't think this is going to be too much fun!" Magnolia said. "All
I'll ever get to do is watch the automated cargo ships land and take off
on the viewscreen, Lenore."
Suddenly, a shuttlecraft dove toward the cargo ship landing at the
vehicle dock, on its port bow. The shuttlecraft fired its repulsors at
the cargo ship, blowing off the larger vessel's steering vane. The
cargo ship then whirled around and blasted the shuttlecraft, blowing its
starbord nacelle to pieces with its own repulsors. As the shuttlecraft
plummeted from the sky, Magnolia shouted into the intercom in the arm of
the Captain's chair:
"Transporter room! Lock onto the pilot of that shuttlecraft and beam
them away before it crashes!"
"Aye, Captain!" a voice replied from the transporter room, and then
Magnolia closed the link to allow the transporter officer to do their
job without interruption.
Magnolia and I held hands for comfort as the shuttlecraft hit the ground
beside the landing pad, exploding on impact. Seconds later, the
transporter officer's voice shouted from the intercom jubilantly:
"We have them, Captain! Come to the transporter room on the double."
"Lenore and I are on my way!" she replied.
***
As soon as we entered the transporter room, the transporter officer -
Lieutenant Camilla Hengist, the Commander's sister - caused the pilot of
the shuttlecraft to materialize on the transporter platform. He turned
out to be a short, pudgy man with curly blonde hair.
"What's your name?" Magnolia snapped.
"Cyrano Jones!" the man retorted.
"The same Cyrano Jones who's supposed to be cleaning the tribbles out of
Space Station K-4?" asked Magnolia, and Cyrano nodded and said:
"Yes, that's me. I stole a shuttlecraft and left the station when I
heard about the new automated cargo vessels coming into service, The're
nothing but pieces of robotic junk, and I hate robots intensely!"
"Take him away!" Magnolia shouted. "I'll see to it that he's returned
to Space Station K-4 to finish cleaning out those tribbles."
The two security officers that had accompanied us to the transporter
room took Cyrano down to the stockade on the lowest lever of the
station, taking him out of our sight.
"We'd better look into this!" Magnolia said.
"Yes, we should!" I replied.
***
A check on Cyrano's background in the data library revealed the reason
for his hatred of robots: he'd grown up on the tiny planetoid which had
become the Starmaster, playing around the wrecked starship that had been
incorporated into the infrastructure of the station itself. Apparently,
Cyrano's mother had died giving him life, and he'd been raised by his
father. When he was sixteen years old, his father had been murdered by
a robot. Cyrano's later life uncannily mirrored that of the famous STAR
TREK character of the same name: he'd tried to sell creatures called
tribbles on an old mining station called K-4, and had been forced to
remain there by Captain Trayce, the commanding officer of the Starship
Reliant, until he'd cleared out all of the tribbles. However, this had
been under very different circumstances than in the STAR TREK episode.
As we read his file, Magnolia asked the A.I.:
"Was Cyrano's father's body ever found?"
"Harrington Jones's body has never been found!" the A.I. replied, giving
us Cyrano's father's name automatically.
"Then we'd better seach the planetoid until it IS found!" Magnolia
replied. "C'mon, Lenore, let's suit up and lead the search party!"
"Now, that's a good call, Magnolia!" I cried as the two of us left the
data library and headed for the Starmaster's airlock, calling Dr.
Weiner, the station's medical officer, to come and join us en route. He
met us right there at the airlock, and the three of us suited up and put
on magnetic boots, then went into the airlock chamber itself. Once the
airlock chamber had hissed open, we climbed up through it onto the outer
hull and walked toward the area where the records indicated that
Harrington Jones's death had taken place. There, right in the middle of
a huge crater, were the pieces of what appeared to be an Institute
android.
"Can we salvage it, Dr. Wiener?" I asked.
"Indubitably!" he replied. "The components still look to be intact
despite the burn damage, so I think that I can salvage them."
He then collected the broken and scattered components of the android and
had the three of us beamed to the infirmary so we could watch him put
the pieces back together, which he did. He gradually put the old
android back together, fusing its torso together and then joining the
limbs back onto the body.
"Like all Institute androids," Dr. Wiener said as he opened its
breastplate and examined the synthetic organs inside, "this one has
triple-layer chest armour beneath its artificial skin, protecting the
organs nicely from the explosion. However, its power source was shorted
out, so I'm replacing it with a Nuguarian Device, a power source that is
environmentally friendly and completely safe."
He then attached a sphere to the place beneath the CPU where the
android'd original power source had been. Once it was attached, he made
it a permanent fixture in the android body as Magnolia and I shimmied
out of our spacesuits, then closed up the android's chest. Once the
android's breastplate had been reattached, it blended together with the
rest of the body as a seamless whole. Once this had happened, the
headless android sat bolt upright, and a voice from inside the slender
synthetic body cried:
"Cyrano! Cyrano!"
The android burst out of the straps holding it to the pallet and leaped
to its feet, then tore out the infirmary door, tossed it aside, then ran
out into the corridor beyond it, all the while calling:
"Cyrano! Cyrano!"
"Lenore!" Magnolia cried. "Get after it!"
I chased the android into the corridor and followed it down the hall
into the Engineering section. Once it reached this
area, the android tore the door off its hinges and went into the
section. It stumbled and groped its way across the deck, while moaning
piteously:
"Cyrano! Cyrano! *Sob!*"
I tackled the android around the waist and pushed it to the floor. To
my surprise, it didn't fight back, and I was able to return it to
sickbay very easily. As I laid it back down on its pallet, the android
cried:
"Cyrano! Where are you, my bonny lad?"
"Do you mean Cyrano Jones?"
But the android did not respond.
"The android's crystal matrix responsometer is in it's head, Commander!"
Dr. Weiner said. "Without it, it won't be able to respond to your
questions. All it can do is relive its stored memories."
"I'll ask the Captain what she knows about the android's background!" I
said, and after I said goodbye to Dr. Weiner, I headed for the corridor,
from which I could locate Magnolia's quarters. Where would she be?
***
The captain's quarters turned out to be at the end of the corridor and
to the right. I knocked on the door, and from inside, Magnolia's voice
shouted:
"Come in, please!"
The door slid open, and I went in. Magnolia was seated in a chair and
listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. Beside her, standing upright
on the bedside table, was the head of a dark-haired man with a lean bony
face, whose eyes were closed.
"What IS that thing?" I asked her.
"It's my good luck charm!" she exclaimed proudly. "I found it years
ago, when this station was still a planetoid, beside the body of an old
blown-apart android."
"The same android Dr. Weiner has been restoring?" I asked her curtly.
"Come to think of it - yes, it WAS the same android, Lenore! You're
absolutely right. This head very likely belongs to that android, and
we'd better take it over to the infirmary!"
When Magnolia and I returned to the infirmary with the head, Dr. Weiner
scooped it out of her hands and put it on the pallet above the socket
between the shoulders where the head was meant to be fitted.
"When I fit the head back into place," Dr. Weiner exclaimed, "I'll make
sure it never comes off its shoulders again."
***
"Is my lucky charm all right?" Magnolia wondered as the two of us began
our second official duty shift together.
"I'm sure Dr. Weiner didn't damage it!" I said as I put my arm around
her shoulders.
"Don't worry, Captain!" said the android's voice. "It's now back in its
proper place - PERMANENTLY, this time - or. so I hope, at least."
I turned and saw a cloaked figure standing behind us. This personage
came up just behind the Captain's chair, then stepped right in front of
Magnolia and said in the android's dulcet tones:
"You are under arrest, Captain Melton, and the charge is assault and
battery."
As the android spoke, two security officers came up behind him, ready to
shoot.
"Assault and battery?" she cried. "On WHO?"
"On ME!" the android retorted as he pulled back his hood to reveall his
face and head. "You blew me apart with a dynamite charge, and after Dr.
Weiner rebuilt me, I vowed to see to it that you were arrested for that
crime!"
"That's a lie!" Magnolia cried. "I was-"
"Known as Justin Melton at that time, but had to change your name
because the Caregiver Institute changed you into a woman?" he asked.
"Yes, I know - Dr. Weiner gave me a complete file update. I wanted to
live quietly by myself with my son Cyrano, but you spoiled that by
blowing me to bits! I'm sorry, Captain, but you'll have to come with
us."
And then he had the two security officers take Magnolia into custody.
"Can he DO this?" I asked one of them.
"Yeah, he can!" he said. "Mr. Jones has got security clearance dating
back over a hundred years. He pulled rank on us to get us to come and
arrest her."
"You're Harrington Jones?" I asked the android, and he nodded, then
followed the man into the turbolift as they took Magnolia away.
***
"I was at the school at the mining colony that was here before the place
was converted into Space Station Starmaster." Magnolia cried when I cam
to the stockade. "I COULDN'T have blown him apart!"
"And I believe you!" I replied. "But I'm afraid you'll have to start
telling the truth about yourself so the jury will believe you,
VASELIEEV. Don't you get caught in a lie."
"You knew who I was all this time!" Magnolia cried. "Why didn't you say
something?"
"Justin's eyebrows were thicker than mine!" I replied. "And he had a
cap on his left front tooth, which was put there after a diving
accident. You were Vaselieev Kramer, a boy who looked a lot like
Justin, except that you had much thinner eyebrows. I knew that just as
soon as I saw you. And I didn't say anything because it would have
served no purpose: I wanted you to continue on in the same role as me:
a Caregiver."
"Thank you, Lenore!" she cried. "I'm glad you decided to come here from
Mars after the leader of an interplanetary gambling ring stole your
identity."
"I was imprisoned for several weeks as a result of that man's antics!" I
told her. "I left because I didn't think I could serve there; the crew
didn't trust me anymore."
"Would you like me to undergo a gene scan?" Magnolia asked, and I
replied:
"What purpose would that serve?"
"A gene scan would show that I was not the real Justin Melton, and would
allow me to beat this ghastly charge."
"Yes, you're right!" I said. "It would provide evidence that you
weren't Justin. I'll ask Dr. Weiner to perform the scan
immediately."
***
Dr. Weiner held the gene scanner over the prone body of Magnolia, who
lay on one of the sickbay pallets. I was sitting beside her, holding
her hand in mine.
"I hope this works!" she said proudly as the doctor read the scanner's
screen.
"A perfect genetic code capture!" Dr. Weiner exclaimed. "Now I'll
compare it to Justin Melton's profile, which is on file with the
Asteroid Miner's Union."
After inputting the DNA scan from Magnolia, he compared the two DNA
profiles: there was no match. After obtaining this result, he sent it
by VR mail to the Space Force Headquarters on Earth, to be forwarded to
the Security Division. At that moment, Harrington Jones entered the
infirmary with a security officer by his side.
"I've come to collect the prisoner!" he said.
"She's right here!" I replied. "We've had a gene scan performed on her
body, and have found her profile does not match Justin's scan."
"Even so," he retorted, "it is probable that she is the person who shot
me, Commander. I must insist on keeping her under arrest."
"Very well, then!" I said. "We're done here, anyway: the results of
Magnolia's gene scan have been forwarded to Earth."
I accompanied Harrington and Magnolia down to the stockade, and watched
as the android put her back in the cell. He was very gentle with
Magnolia, despite the fact that she had seemingly assaulted him.
"Mr. Jones," I said, "your Cyrano was the culprit behind the destruction
of at least two automated cargo vessels. He was shot down by one of
them, and is now in these stockades."
"Thank you for telling me that, Commander!" Harrington said. "I really
appreciate it."
"You're very welcome, Mr. Jones!" I replied.
***
Cyrano lay on a cot in his cell, humming a tune that his father had
taught him.
"What song is that?" the guard asked.
"It's called 'When you Love, Love, Love!'" Cyrano replied. "My father
said it was from the original 1901 musical, The Wizard of Oz."
"What was your father like?" the guard asked.
"He was an amazing man!" Cyrano replied. "He never seemed to get sick
or injured, and he was always there when I'd gotten into trouble.
Whenever I was sick, he was able to nurse me back to health; if I was
hurt, he patched me up. I loved him, and was always in awe of his
seemingly boundless strength and courage."
"How'd your father die?" the guard asked.
"Well," said Cyrano, "one day, he and I were together on the surface of
the asteroid that was to become the Starmaster, and a spacesuited
teenager with a repulsor pistol in his hand came up to us. Aiming his
pistol at my father, the boy shouted into Papa's face through his
commlink:
"'I came here to kill you, Mr. Jones!'
"With that, he pulled the trigger, and - just after Papa shoved me away
- his body exploded, taking the teenager with him. I assumed that the
teenager was a robot, so I developed a hatred of anything robotic in
nature."
"Would that include your own Papa?" a voice asked, and Cyrano turned and
saw his father on the other side of the brig's force fields.
Please let me into Cyrano's cell!" he asked the guard, who complied
willingly.
"Is that really you, papa?" Cyrano asked Harrington, who promptly
replied:
"Yes, it's really me, Cyrano. Captain Melton blew me apart with a
dynamite charge, but Dr. Weiner rebuilt me."
"Rebuilt you!" Cyrano exclaimed. "But that would mean you're an
android!"
"That's right, my little lad!" Harrington replied. "I am indeed an
android, although I was once a human being like you. Even so, I still
love you, and I want you to be happy. Come, Cyrano - come to your
papa!"
Cyrano ran into his father's arms, and the two of them embraced
tenderly.
***
"How'd the two of them get together?" Magnolia asked me, and I replied:
"Harrington admitted everything when he and Cyrano were reunited. It
seems that years ago he found a baby in stasis in a small escape pod
while working in the mine."
"And that baby was Cyrano!" she cried.
"That's right, Magnolia!" I replied. "Nobody knew who the baby was or
wanted to claim him, so Harrington raised him as his own son. They were
very happy together until someone - probably the REAL Justin Melton -
blew Harrington apart with explosives."
"Is he dropping the charge against me?" Magnolia asked, and I replied:
"Space Force is MAKING him drop the charges!" I replied. "Our evidence
helped to disprove the evidence from Harrington's memory images, which
showed the culprit shooting the charges at Harrington. However, you
must still face a charge of identity theft."
"Don't worry, Lenore!" she replied. "I'm going to plead guilty and make
a full confession."
"I'm glad to hear it, Magnolia!" I replied. "I hope this experience has
taught you a lesson: don't assume someone else's identity."
"Yes, it certainly has!" she replied.
***
After Magnolia was returned to Earth for trial, her full confession was
published on the V.R. net. I was on duty as the acting captain of the
Starmaster, and read the text of the confession with interest:
"At the time I was living on the original mining colony, I was so poor I
could not afford an I.D. card. I was out on the surface of the
planetoid looking for ore samples when I found Justin Melton lying on
the ground near the remains of an android, whom I known now is
Harrington Jones; Justin's suit had been fatally holed by the shrapnel
from the android's explosion. There was nothing I could do for him; he
died in my arms before I could summon help. Then and there, I decided
to use the dead man's I.D. as my ticket away from the mine. Because I
looked something like Justin, and because the undersuits worn under
spacesuits covered our eyebrows, I knew I could get away with it.
"After having posed as Justin for many years, I decided to join the
CareGivers and begin a brand new life, which I did. Eventually, I
assumed the rank of Mother in the organization, and from then on, my
success was assured, especially when Captain Delta handpicked me as his
successor captain. God forgive me for the wrong I have done! If Lenore
Aubert, my former First Officer, is reading this confession, I feel I
must ask for her forgiveness as well."
"You have my forgiveness already, Magnolia!" I said as I read her
confession.
"Captain," the station's head of security said through the command
chair's intercom, "Cyrano and Harrington Jones would like it if you
could see them off when they return to Station K-4 this afternoon."
"'ll be on my way!" I replied.
***
Cyrano and Harrington were standing in front of the pilot's seat of
their shuttlecraft; the stern hatch was open.
"Thank you for recovering my body parts, Commander!" Harrington said.
"I'm very sorry I had to arrest Captain Melton, but I didn't realize at
the time that it was Justin Melton who blew me apart, and then died
because he stayed to watch ME 'die.'"
"That's quite all right!" I told him. "Anyone can make mistakes, but it
can take a real hero to correct them. The very fact that you raised
Cyrano from infancy to adolescence shows me that you cared about him."
"He's my boy, my boy, my pride and joy!" Harrington exclaimed happily.
"And we're returning to K-4 to clean up the mess he left behind there.
Goodbye, Commander."
"Goodbye, both of you!" I cried.
And, as I watched them enter the shuttlecraft, I could tell they were
happy again.
THE END
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