---ZO'OR: FINAL CONFLICT---
a story on several instalments
all usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
7
I was thinking about the dress code Companions observe on most Synod meetings: complete nakedness. It seemed that to be naked proved to be an aid to Taelon 'politics', imagine Synod members 'reading' energy flows while debating: probably, millenia of observation could have shown them how to identify common patterns of energy fluctuations from liars. I guess Synod members don't have a chance to lie; or perhaps they are really excellent liars: I believe that skill is perfected with time... and I don't think there have been many young Taelons as Synod members, everyone has lied at least once, the young pretend the old couldn't imagine what is already known: that is why older people lie better.
The youngest Synod member in Taelon long history had been Zo'or, he had really dared to hold that position without being caught lying--for a Synod member to lie is a crime punishable by a shameful request he must have to grant: voluntary... passage to the Void. Having been the child of a Synod member, Zo'or must have had time to observe his elder's proceedings and to learn... how to conceal a lie. I imagine, for a Taelon to hide a lie must be difficult. I guess, a Taelon has to submit himself to certain meditation practices in order to control the flow of energy within himself--the same energy others are going to see--, and that takes a lot of time--it could be said that to master that technique is a requirement to be a Synod member--; it seems it could be easier to lie over the psychic link, the same way humans lie when on the internet. However, liars cannot conceal their lies from their mates; and lies are always shameful.
Humans, as Zo'or once found out, are a race of liars and cheats. Having the advantage of individuality and concealing flesh, their thoughts are hidden from their eyes. Yet they don't know how to lie, thousands of liars are caugh daily: some are desperate palters, others fib just to get amused, and to some others lying is a way of living, to prevaricate and equivocate are the chosen tools of the power-corrupt. Too bad human individuals don't get to live very much so that they truly learn how to lie like pros, and that's an advantage for the Taelons...
Should the Companions lie to Humans in order to convince them to help? That can be arranged to fit into simple logic: if humans are liars by nature, and they have accepted and even kneel before ancient lies 'for the betterment of society', why not? After all, it's about trying 'to save some lives here'.
*********
NAKED TRUTH
I shall explain:
The Synod does not require its subjects to be dressed while in the presence of one another; between Companions to dress is a matter of choice. We only are required to dress while on the presence of alien races' eyes whose societal codes require its subjects to dress in public.
However, we were biased.
We used to say: ''Ushooohhhh'Fhukhuuuhhhh''--'THE DRESSED ARE LIARS'--.
***
{What. What. What... Who. You!}
During my early youth, I became customary to hang around naked, blushing pale and bright at each discovery, each emotion, each sudden contact with... some very polite Companions over our link. Yet, no one came to me physically but my parent, Da'an, each revolution--when the second moon was right over the first moon over the gardens of Shi'rriahhhh--: the begining of a new day in Taelon.
Da'an appeared to me on the portal, the first time I saw him dressed: he had on a hooded cloak (that from some twisted human point of view could have appeared 'comely'); its heavy blue bio-fabric all embroidered with organic tendrils of iridiscent indigo scared me, as I transmited my emotions to the Commonality producing a great wave of patronicing responces. I saw Da'an blush as he gave me the eye; I couldn't tell about the truth of his emotions, as he was... dressed.
{Fear. Solace.}
Nearby, the naked body of another Taelon shone blushes. Da'an touched me on my back silently obliging to walk to our private place.
Once there, Da'an spoke softly what I wanted to ear ''You want me... Zo'or.''
''Take it off. Now.'' I only managed to greet; I was too young to be mannered, and my speaking skills weren't at all developed.
So, Da'an's heavy garb hit the bioslurry floor, ''take me... my child,'' his voice warm and soothing.
{Exitement!}
The moment I had been waiting all day long: The presence of my parent. Da'an extended his arms, showing his palms to me; I came to him ignoring his open palms of knowledge and cuddled in his closing embrace brushing my body against his, my head resting along his. I needed his energy. And I loved him. With eyes closed, my hand searched desperately around my parent's abdominal area looking from entrance, Da'an took my nervious fluttering hand and guided it to the right location; with great care, Da'an himself introduced my fingers inside of him, the energy transfer began... as usual... ...and the pleasure, the sense of completion...
{More! More! More!}
''...aahhhh...'' moaned my parent, ''...Zo'or, be... gentle...'' managed to say over hard breating.
But his plead went into deaf ears, my ears, I was too young to understand how and when to considerate, and sucked from my parent's life force until I was satisfied. Once I returned to my common energy current velocity and opened my eyes, I found I was kneeling on the floor; one arm held Da'an's drained body which slightly blushed, his abdomen under my other hand. I realized I went too far.
{What. Need. Solution. Now.}
''...Da'an...'' I called without obtaining any response; ''...Da'an...'' I called again; and then, as I was invaded by a slight guilty feeling since I believed I was the reason for his state of unconsciosness and discomfort, I took his languid transparent body in my arms and carried him to his energy shower to... 'fixhhhhhhhh' him, as he used to say.
***
Visitations later, I came to find Da'an twitching over the stretched chair, he had spent conciderable time resting and was still on the shower.
''...Da'an...'' my hand came in contact with the energy shower which shut off trigging the mechanism that straighted up the chair. My parent sightly opened his eyes, his blushing furious. Something wrong was happening to him as I saw energy coming out of his body, the spill was coloring his chair a psychodelic spectrum shadow of yellow, green and purple. I already had tried to communicate with him using the psychic link, but failed.
{Help.}
The situation became... 'freaky' as I tried again to help him taking his hand and putting it over my own belly--I resolved I had to return the energy he gave me--but I couldn't find an opening. Then my hand came to brush his palm just softly, but Da'an's hand attacked me with a sudden burst of energy...! I cried out in fear, my frustrations about not knowing what to do to... 'fixhhhhhhhh' my beloved parent floded the Commonality. **...Help me!... It's Da'an!... I'm so afraid!... Help!...**
The sound of the datastream starting up caught my attention; on it a member of the Synod. I stood in utter fascination at the colors of his energy pathways. ''You... are,'' I only managed to say.
The Companion on the datastream greeted in the acostumed manner. ''Yes, Zo'or, I am Quo'on. The Synod has ruled T'than will resolute Da'an's Ka'atham; you will leave the premises and transport to Rhi'ha's living quarters in Sha'hama'r'athhhhh, efective now.'' Then he greeted again before cutting the transmition.
I felt myself exalted: a member of the Synod delivered a message to me! I was ready to obey... when I remembered Da'an. The Synod member actually asked me to leave Da'an... alone, to abandom him; I couldn't do that: he was the one I loved... then, a voice talked direct to my insides, **Da'an is going to be fine... Zo'or; it is better for you to leave now.**
{Da'an's Ka'atham. What.}
**LEAVE NOW.**
{Da'an's Ka'atham. What.}
The organic threshold to our private place openned wide to let a stranger in. It was really a stranger since I didn't know anything about him until that day as he communicated with me to convince me to get out of my place. He was also dressed, but not cloaked; he wore a blue jumpsuit and over it a sash... around his hips. Also he was on a solid state, showing a weird skin color. I became so scared at his presence... no matter if almost every member of the Commonality came to me trying to calm me down urging me to obey, the presence of that T'than was so crushing I stayed pinned to the floor I was standing upon, unable to move.
''Tell me, Zo'or, how do you spect me to believe you are... 'PERFECT' if you, apparently, are unable to follow a most simple order from the Synod?''
{Confusion.}
T'than's mind was really strong. I felt his words shaking the insides of me, making me dither, and stepping one foot foward instead of taking my leave.
''...aaahhhh...'' we both listened to Da'an's moaning, we both turned our eyes towards him; ''...please...T'than... please come...come...'' and then he extended one open shinning palm, quivering, breathing heavely, blushing.
He spoke his name. The name of the stranger... and not mine.
{Da'an. Mine. Me. You. T'than. Stranger.}
''Well, my... 'PERFECT' Zo'or: are you leaving...'' T'Than smirked, ''...or are you leaving?''
I started walking backwards very slowly towards the door, my eyes on Da'an. I saw T'than lose his patience as he sighed showing teeth and gave me his back walking towards my parent. He jumped over the chair, sitting on my parent's legs, and violently took his hand and stroke it, and pressed it to his own. Once outside, the organic threshold shut close before me after I saw T'than activating the energy shower and the chair's mechanism so they both could be laid, one on top of the other.
*********
Good? Bad? Fair?
...whatever...
Next: Sex talk over o-sake cups.
a story on several instalments
all usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
7
I was thinking about the dress code Companions observe on most Synod meetings: complete nakedness. It seemed that to be naked proved to be an aid to Taelon 'politics', imagine Synod members 'reading' energy flows while debating: probably, millenia of observation could have shown them how to identify common patterns of energy fluctuations from liars. I guess Synod members don't have a chance to lie; or perhaps they are really excellent liars: I believe that skill is perfected with time... and I don't think there have been many young Taelons as Synod members, everyone has lied at least once, the young pretend the old couldn't imagine what is already known: that is why older people lie better.
The youngest Synod member in Taelon long history had been Zo'or, he had really dared to hold that position without being caught lying--for a Synod member to lie is a crime punishable by a shameful request he must have to grant: voluntary... passage to the Void. Having been the child of a Synod member, Zo'or must have had time to observe his elder's proceedings and to learn... how to conceal a lie. I imagine, for a Taelon to hide a lie must be difficult. I guess, a Taelon has to submit himself to certain meditation practices in order to control the flow of energy within himself--the same energy others are going to see--, and that takes a lot of time--it could be said that to master that technique is a requirement to be a Synod member--; it seems it could be easier to lie over the psychic link, the same way humans lie when on the internet. However, liars cannot conceal their lies from their mates; and lies are always shameful.
Humans, as Zo'or once found out, are a race of liars and cheats. Having the advantage of individuality and concealing flesh, their thoughts are hidden from their eyes. Yet they don't know how to lie, thousands of liars are caugh daily: some are desperate palters, others fib just to get amused, and to some others lying is a way of living, to prevaricate and equivocate are the chosen tools of the power-corrupt. Too bad human individuals don't get to live very much so that they truly learn how to lie like pros, and that's an advantage for the Taelons...
Should the Companions lie to Humans in order to convince them to help? That can be arranged to fit into simple logic: if humans are liars by nature, and they have accepted and even kneel before ancient lies 'for the betterment of society', why not? After all, it's about trying 'to save some lives here'.
*********
NAKED TRUTH
I shall explain:
The Synod does not require its subjects to be dressed while in the presence of one another; between Companions to dress is a matter of choice. We only are required to dress while on the presence of alien races' eyes whose societal codes require its subjects to dress in public.
However, we were biased.
We used to say: ''Ushooohhhh'Fhukhuuuhhhh''--'THE DRESSED ARE LIARS'--.
***
{What. What. What... Who. You!}
During my early youth, I became customary to hang around naked, blushing pale and bright at each discovery, each emotion, each sudden contact with... some very polite Companions over our link. Yet, no one came to me physically but my parent, Da'an, each revolution--when the second moon was right over the first moon over the gardens of Shi'rriahhhh--: the begining of a new day in Taelon.
Da'an appeared to me on the portal, the first time I saw him dressed: he had on a hooded cloak (that from some twisted human point of view could have appeared 'comely'); its heavy blue bio-fabric all embroidered with organic tendrils of iridiscent indigo scared me, as I transmited my emotions to the Commonality producing a great wave of patronicing responces. I saw Da'an blush as he gave me the eye; I couldn't tell about the truth of his emotions, as he was... dressed.
{Fear. Solace.}
Nearby, the naked body of another Taelon shone blushes. Da'an touched me on my back silently obliging to walk to our private place.
Once there, Da'an spoke softly what I wanted to ear ''You want me... Zo'or.''
''Take it off. Now.'' I only managed to greet; I was too young to be mannered, and my speaking skills weren't at all developed.
So, Da'an's heavy garb hit the bioslurry floor, ''take me... my child,'' his voice warm and soothing.
{Exitement!}
The moment I had been waiting all day long: The presence of my parent. Da'an extended his arms, showing his palms to me; I came to him ignoring his open palms of knowledge and cuddled in his closing embrace brushing my body against his, my head resting along his. I needed his energy. And I loved him. With eyes closed, my hand searched desperately around my parent's abdominal area looking from entrance, Da'an took my nervious fluttering hand and guided it to the right location; with great care, Da'an himself introduced my fingers inside of him, the energy transfer began... as usual... ...and the pleasure, the sense of completion...
{More! More! More!}
''...aahhhh...'' moaned my parent, ''...Zo'or, be... gentle...'' managed to say over hard breating.
But his plead went into deaf ears, my ears, I was too young to understand how and when to considerate, and sucked from my parent's life force until I was satisfied. Once I returned to my common energy current velocity and opened my eyes, I found I was kneeling on the floor; one arm held Da'an's drained body which slightly blushed, his abdomen under my other hand. I realized I went too far.
{What. Need. Solution. Now.}
''...Da'an...'' I called without obtaining any response; ''...Da'an...'' I called again; and then, as I was invaded by a slight guilty feeling since I believed I was the reason for his state of unconsciosness and discomfort, I took his languid transparent body in my arms and carried him to his energy shower to... 'fixhhhhhhhh' him, as he used to say.
***
Visitations later, I came to find Da'an twitching over the stretched chair, he had spent conciderable time resting and was still on the shower.
''...Da'an...'' my hand came in contact with the energy shower which shut off trigging the mechanism that straighted up the chair. My parent sightly opened his eyes, his blushing furious. Something wrong was happening to him as I saw energy coming out of his body, the spill was coloring his chair a psychodelic spectrum shadow of yellow, green and purple. I already had tried to communicate with him using the psychic link, but failed.
{Help.}
The situation became... 'freaky' as I tried again to help him taking his hand and putting it over my own belly--I resolved I had to return the energy he gave me--but I couldn't find an opening. Then my hand came to brush his palm just softly, but Da'an's hand attacked me with a sudden burst of energy...! I cried out in fear, my frustrations about not knowing what to do to... 'fixhhhhhhhh' my beloved parent floded the Commonality. **...Help me!... It's Da'an!... I'm so afraid!... Help!...**
The sound of the datastream starting up caught my attention; on it a member of the Synod. I stood in utter fascination at the colors of his energy pathways. ''You... are,'' I only managed to say.
The Companion on the datastream greeted in the acostumed manner. ''Yes, Zo'or, I am Quo'on. The Synod has ruled T'than will resolute Da'an's Ka'atham; you will leave the premises and transport to Rhi'ha's living quarters in Sha'hama'r'athhhhh, efective now.'' Then he greeted again before cutting the transmition.
I felt myself exalted: a member of the Synod delivered a message to me! I was ready to obey... when I remembered Da'an. The Synod member actually asked me to leave Da'an... alone, to abandom him; I couldn't do that: he was the one I loved... then, a voice talked direct to my insides, **Da'an is going to be fine... Zo'or; it is better for you to leave now.**
{Da'an's Ka'atham. What.}
**LEAVE NOW.**
{Da'an's Ka'atham. What.}
The organic threshold to our private place openned wide to let a stranger in. It was really a stranger since I didn't know anything about him until that day as he communicated with me to convince me to get out of my place. He was also dressed, but not cloaked; he wore a blue jumpsuit and over it a sash... around his hips. Also he was on a solid state, showing a weird skin color. I became so scared at his presence... no matter if almost every member of the Commonality came to me trying to calm me down urging me to obey, the presence of that T'than was so crushing I stayed pinned to the floor I was standing upon, unable to move.
''Tell me, Zo'or, how do you spect me to believe you are... 'PERFECT' if you, apparently, are unable to follow a most simple order from the Synod?''
{Confusion.}
T'than's mind was really strong. I felt his words shaking the insides of me, making me dither, and stepping one foot foward instead of taking my leave.
''...aaahhhh...'' we both listened to Da'an's moaning, we both turned our eyes towards him; ''...please...T'than... please come...come...'' and then he extended one open shinning palm, quivering, breathing heavely, blushing.
He spoke his name. The name of the stranger... and not mine.
{Da'an. Mine. Me. You. T'than. Stranger.}
''Well, my... 'PERFECT' Zo'or: are you leaving...'' T'Than smirked, ''...or are you leaving?''
I started walking backwards very slowly towards the door, my eyes on Da'an. I saw T'than lose his patience as he sighed showing teeth and gave me his back walking towards my parent. He jumped over the chair, sitting on my parent's legs, and violently took his hand and stroke it, and pressed it to his own. Once outside, the organic threshold shut close before me after I saw T'than activating the energy shower and the chair's mechanism so they both could be laid, one on top of the other.
*********
Good? Bad? Fair?
...whatever...
Next: Sex talk over o-sake cups.