not have permission to provide you one at this time.”
“What about TV? Television? You guys have that?”
“There is not a dedicated broadcasting unit available on the ship, mistress. Programs can be viewed on any terminal. Unfortunately, I do not have permission to allow you access to one at this time.”
This didn’t disappoint me all that much, but it made me curious. “Why don’t they want me on the tablets or terminals?”
“May I ask the reason for this inquiry, mistress?”
This befuddled me. “I’m just trying to figure out what forms of entertainment are available. It sounds like all my options are off-limits.”
“I understand, mistress. It is acceptable for me to respond to your inquiry, then. The restrictions placed on you are not intended to block your access to entertainment. You are not permitted to access the other functions available on these devices.”
I nodded in realization. “Oh. You guys don’t want me on the Internet.”
“No, mistress. Passive browsing of the wider universal network would be permissible. Using the network for communication with unapproved parties would not be permissible.”
“Got it.” I held back that I thought the restrictions were ridiculous. Who would I contact? I didn’t know anyone except for Whore and Elentinus.
“You entertain me then.” I stretched out on the couch and put my feet up. “Tell me about the Dak-Hiliah.”
“What would you like to know about the—“
“Just tell me their history. The Cliffnotes version. Um, that means for you to summarize.”
“It would be most acceptable for me to explain the Dak-Hiliah history to you.”
What he started with wasn’t history at all, but their creation myth. Apparently they had lots of different gods and their lives were either good or bad depending on which god had the most power. The druids were the living embodiments of the gods. He kept telling me about amazing things they did, which they shouldn’t have been able to do given the technology at the time, but managed because of their god magic. Usually a benevolent god was in the holiest seat (where the druid in charge sat). Sometimes it was an evil god. From ancient times to modern day, the ups and downs in their history coincided with which kind of god was in charge.
I took a bathroom break and had more of the coffee substitute. Then I kept listening. The Dak-Hiliah was a race from one of the countries on their home world. They had wiped out or subjugated all the other nations over the course of two thousand years.
“Members of these subservient races still exist today, mistress. Hor-Denay is an Etiken, for instance.”
“You don’t say.”
He summarized their technological advancements next. The druids were the ones who had given them the gift of space travel. I kind of switched off during his run-down of all their achievements, but I perked up when he talked about the first aliens they encountered. The Dak-Hiliah had pretended to be peaceful at first, but then conquered them and forced them to be their soldiers. They did the same thing to a number of other worlds. A group of planets that were active in space travel had formed an alliance against them. A few hundred years ago Earth had joined the Alliance.
“The Dak-Hiliah declared war on Earth 28 years ago.”
“Why?”
“It was discovered that human females could be made compatible for breeding with Dak-Hiliah males.”
“That…that’s it? So they just declared war?”
“Earth refused to surrender their women willingly. Since the females from other alliance worlds were not compatible for breeding, the Dak-Hiliah did not target them. Earth’s allies were warned not to get involved.”
I was flabbergasted. “Okay, so…”
“Even without much ally support, Earth put up formidable resistance. Numerous human females lost their lives in