Insula
Part 2
John's eyes popped open with the startling realization he was alone. Rolling onto his side he pushed till he was sitting up. Looking around the empty white room the first thought that came to mind was of a lab rat. He glanced down, and his dull brain registered another fact- he was dressed in some kind of white jumper-suit. Frell!
Aeryn.the kids.his brain tried to latch onto the memory of that happened Climbing to his feet, he struggled to stand erect the detail the ceiling and floor blend into the walls didn't help his sense of balance. He succeeded in standing, and then when he moved he found that he had only one speed-slow.
"OK, what in the hell is going on?" He said aloud.
He wasn't surprise when no one answered him... Stopping he looked down at his bare feet. The floor felt like he was walking on rubber. Flexing his knees he pushed down and the next thing he knew he was laying flat on his back staring up at the ceiling.
All right that just proved someone had literally placed me in a rubber- room. John laughed sarcastically to himself.
Propping himself up, his mind once more locked onto Aeryn and the kids. He was finding it hard to stay focused onto that thought. Aeryn. yes focus. Aeryanna and Ian.yes focus. With that thought he climbed back to his feet. Balancing, he took a deep breath and shouted. "AAAAEEEEERRRRRYYYYYYNNNNNNN!"
Another fact he realized. No sound came back to him.
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Bojadi was a species best known for their intellect. Bojadi were also known for their disregard for other intelligent genera. They considered new, unknown genera fair game for study and research.
"O'najarah, report on this new subject?" A deep male voice demanded.
"He is a male, eight-two drinod in height, and one corsanod in weight. He is deficient in physical vigor. His intellectually deficient. I recommend we don't waste any more of our valuable time on him."
"I see." The male walked around O'najarah's workstation. "How long have you've been observing him?"
"Three arns."
"I see." The male leaned over her shoulder pressing a flashing square on her console. "I see the Observer thinks different."
"Com Z'mocka, I have scanned."
"Ah, but have you really studied the results, or have you just assumed?" Com Z'mocka asked her in a low voice.
The female tech grew quiet as she studied the symbols on her screen. She sucked in her breath and took another look at her subject.
"Yes, O'najarah. Never assume. Look beyond what standard you try to place them in. Have an open mind to every unique thing about them, whether it is above or below the scale of standard." Com Z'mocka nodded to the observation room. "This is the first of its kind we have ever seen. Remember you have been given a special gift of scrutinize this specimen."
"Sir, what of the male child?"
Com Z'mocka walked to stand of the screen. "Sebacean. Nothing special about him."
"Sir? Why would this creature have the Sebacean child?" The tech asked in confusion.
Com Z'mocka turned to face her. "A very interesting question. That is why we have not deposed of it yet." He faced the screen again. "Conform the area to accommodate our specimen. And make a new note that this specimen goes by a name of John Crichton."
"Yes, Com Z'mocka."
The Bojadi male turned to leave. "Keep me in formed."
"Sir."
Part 2
John's eyes popped open with the startling realization he was alone. Rolling onto his side he pushed till he was sitting up. Looking around the empty white room the first thought that came to mind was of a lab rat. He glanced down, and his dull brain registered another fact- he was dressed in some kind of white jumper-suit. Frell!
Aeryn.the kids.his brain tried to latch onto the memory of that happened Climbing to his feet, he struggled to stand erect the detail the ceiling and floor blend into the walls didn't help his sense of balance. He succeeded in standing, and then when he moved he found that he had only one speed-slow.
"OK, what in the hell is going on?" He said aloud.
He wasn't surprise when no one answered him... Stopping he looked down at his bare feet. The floor felt like he was walking on rubber. Flexing his knees he pushed down and the next thing he knew he was laying flat on his back staring up at the ceiling.
All right that just proved someone had literally placed me in a rubber- room. John laughed sarcastically to himself.
Propping himself up, his mind once more locked onto Aeryn and the kids. He was finding it hard to stay focused onto that thought. Aeryn. yes focus. Aeryanna and Ian.yes focus. With that thought he climbed back to his feet. Balancing, he took a deep breath and shouted. "AAAAEEEEERRRRRYYYYYYNNNNNNN!"
Another fact he realized. No sound came back to him.
##################
Bojadi was a species best known for their intellect. Bojadi were also known for their disregard for other intelligent genera. They considered new, unknown genera fair game for study and research.
"O'najarah, report on this new subject?" A deep male voice demanded.
"He is a male, eight-two drinod in height, and one corsanod in weight. He is deficient in physical vigor. His intellectually deficient. I recommend we don't waste any more of our valuable time on him."
"I see." The male walked around O'najarah's workstation. "How long have you've been observing him?"
"Three arns."
"I see." The male leaned over her shoulder pressing a flashing square on her console. "I see the Observer thinks different."
"Com Z'mocka, I have scanned."
"Ah, but have you really studied the results, or have you just assumed?" Com Z'mocka asked her in a low voice.
The female tech grew quiet as she studied the symbols on her screen. She sucked in her breath and took another look at her subject.
"Yes, O'najarah. Never assume. Look beyond what standard you try to place them in. Have an open mind to every unique thing about them, whether it is above or below the scale of standard." Com Z'mocka nodded to the observation room. "This is the first of its kind we have ever seen. Remember you have been given a special gift of scrutinize this specimen."
"Sir, what of the male child?"
Com Z'mocka walked to stand of the screen. "Sebacean. Nothing special about him."
"Sir? Why would this creature have the Sebacean child?" The tech asked in confusion.
Com Z'mocka turned to face her. "A very interesting question. That is why we have not deposed of it yet." He faced the screen again. "Conform the area to accommodate our specimen. And make a new note that this specimen goes by a name of John Crichton."
"Yes, Com Z'mocka."
The Bojadi male turned to leave. "Keep me in formed."
"Sir."