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Core exists for them alone, and Matter Beings of any state are
mistakes to be corrected.”
    “Corrected?”
    “Eliminated we think.”
    “Ah, this is why it’s not common
knowledge.”
    “Imagine it. Worlds would fear.” Marc glanced
around at a noise but it was a machine turning off and on. “My
security net will open up again. At the moment you just need to
know you are an attaché for MBs. The rival race calls themselves
the Vakar and they leave, we don’t know why, for long periods of
time, return to refresh or maybe to breed, but upon returning from
one of their pilgrimages they found us in the Core, and three other
being states around the Core, closing up around it and they were
not happy.”
    “How do they travel around?” He needed to
know what Marc knew.
    “Life systems orbs, a bit like the Cardinal
Unit but bigger. They reckon they number in the zillions but—”
    Jamie laughed.
    “—okay, billions. We don’t know if they live
on the outside or inside or both of big arse balls. Weird huh?
Anyway”—Marc sat up—“that’s the organic structure of species
Artyris B. I’ll set you up and you can begin work.”
    Great. Jamie already knew about the Vakar.
Did the Aryan Military know and were testing him, or was it a
coincidence? As it turned out, his work was stacking lab equipment
and packing it away.
     
    Over lunch one day, with his back to the wall
where he could study the crew, Jamie said to Marc, “No one here
seems to … fraternize.” He was slightly annoyed it might be because
of him.
    “You’re kidding, right? Didn’t you read the
rules?”
    “Yeah.” Jamie tried to control the heat
rising so his cheeks wouldn’t color. He hadn’t read those ‘rules’.
That told him something he had to address around the time he sorted
out his skewed perspective that the whole crew ‘knew’ about him. He
almost laughed. “No, not about relationships. I had no intentions
of getting involved.” It sounded lame but Marc seemed to accept
it.
    “It’s simple enough. Don’t get involved with
anyone, don’t look at them funny, and don’t wank in your rack
thinking of anyone… The usual ‘you are a robot’ shit.”
    Jamie laughed.
    “That’s why we get a lot of planet
downtime.”
    “Ah.”
    “Jamie!”
    He turned to see Jen, who was smiling,
leaning into the mess hall. “We’re all going planet side for some
Avatara play. Want to join us?”
    Jamie nodded. “Sure.”
    Her excitement was contagious. “Hurry up
then. There’s one shuttle left and I’ve saved you a spot.”
    “Thanks.” He got up and glanced at Marc.
    Jen stepped over the hatch rim and started
pulling at his arm. “Come on, Marc never comes.”
    He wondered why but then he didn’t actually
know what Avatara fun was for MMBs.
    “I’ll pack up your tray.” Marc winked. “You’d
better go.”
    Jamie headed down to the main hangar bay and
sat in the shuttle next to Jen, feeling comfortable when her elbow
nudged against his as she fidgeted with her harness. The hatch
sealed and they waited for sealing, undocking, and the surge as
they were shoved away from the Repco. The trip down was boring but
as he stepped onto the rocky ground, with sparse shrubs, they
walked over and Jamie saw they were on a cliff, the air was crisp,
the winds up. Jamie stared as those around him started stripping
off to their underpants. Most of the females wore some kind of
fitting chest plate.
    “Come on, Jamie!” Jen laughed at him as wings
suddenly burst from her back and she launched into the air by
running and jumping off the cliff. Jamie ran to the edge and stared
and more were following. He stripped off, had to push a little, and
triggered his wings to burst from his back.
    “Nice wings, Jamie.”
    He couldn’t make out who yelled but there
were only a few left out of the thirty-six who had been undressing.
It looked like two were under instruction and just practiced how to
run, launch and skim along the plateau. He flapped