He is looking for her
Chapter 3
Tyr began to wonder about what Beka intended to do with the messages she got. Did she really only want to kill time or had she in mind to meet with one of the men?
He himself had checked through all the messages, he had received and he had found out that there was no Nietzchean woman writing him. Nothing else had interested him. And even if one of the women would have been from some Nietzchean pride, he doubted that he would have set up a date. A Nietzchean woman with good genes certainly wasn't in need to answer to a personal advertisement.
"You seem to be very amused. May I ask what's so funny?" Tyr wanted to know when he stepped to the couch and heard Beka's gentle snickers.
"Look at this picture", the young pilot invited him and gave him the reading device where she played her messages.
On the little screen, Tyr could see a being, which looked half about human. His face was very red and he had big chubby cheeks and quite protruding teeth.
"He is really thinking of himself as very good looking and attractive. He should have sent only a voice message or a written message. Then perhaps I would have believed half of what he said or wrote. But voice message also would have been impossible. He doesn't even speak common."
"Presumably his race has other beauty ideals than you", Tyr factually said, when he eyed the man.
"Do you really try to defend this adenomatous flabby monster? ", Beka asked unbelieving.
"I do not defend anybody. I am only querying your selection criteria. What is beautiful for a human can be ugly in the eyes of a being, which belongs to another race. And otherwise things can be attractive for other beings and at the same time be abhorrent for you."
"Well, then it is convenient if you are limiting yourself to Nietzchean females. So you don't have to struggle with the problem of beauty", Beka responded sharp. "You don't even have to think about the inner worth of a woman. It is enough if she is sending you a DNA analysis. "
"I dare to state, that this is a more accurate criteria than your bodily perfection. And on the hand I have never said, that I would limit myself on looking at some DNA analysis if I'm choosing a woman to pursue."
"Is that right? May I ask by which criteria the future Mrs. Anasazi is chosen?"
"Why are you interested? Are you going to propose for this position?"
Surprised by his words Beka had to catch for air before she could answer: "I wouldn't have a chance anyway. I am not Nietzchean and, even worse, my father was a flash addict. This affinity apparently was laid in my cradle. But when you are trying to avoid this topic then I won't insist on it. Presumably, you yourself don't know what your future woman should be like – or you future women."
Tyr took one of the message discs of Beka's pile, put it quite casually into the reading device and looked at the message before he said, "I don't avoid the topic. Why should I? I'm only curious, why you are interested in how I imagine my wife."
"Okay. I'm interested because I've never seen a being that you would have been completely crazy about, of course apart from the dreamy expression you showed in view of Ellsbeth Mossadim. But that look rather aimed at her genes and her position in Nietzchean society than at her person, if I am not mistaken. Well, it's your turn now. What are the women of your dreams looking like?"
Tyr put down the reading device, which showed a humanoid being with little horns and a broad grinning waving with a bundle of money, and sat down next to Beka.
"What is it with you and the way people look? That's not all that matters."
"And that out of your mouth? You, who are spending half of the day in the gym to define your muscles? You, who are always wearing shirts where you can see all those muscles down to you navel? You, who are wearing those tight pants where everyone has to notice your firm butt? You are telling me this?"
"Well, now I know at least, what you are staring at when you are miles away with your thoughts", Tyr said smiling.
Beka turned a little bit red, when she noticed, what she just had said. But she didn't let the words of the Nietzchean mislead her.
"Then tell me, what's important for you about your future wives", she demanded.
"Loyalty is important for me, likewise dependability, courage, mental fortitude and ambition. I have big plans for my future and I need a woman, which is supporting me to realize them. She also should be warmhearted und love children. I want children, a lot of children."
"There you are the same as every usual Nietzchean. "
"I'm not your usual Nietzchean!"
"Okay, if you are insisting. Perhaps you are looking a bit better; perhaps you are a bit stronger and a bit more clever than the usual Nietzchean. Agreed?"
"Out of your mouth this sounds more like an insult than a compliment."
"Take it like you wish. In any case now I know why you haven't found a proper wife until now: loyalty and being warmhearted, that's nothing you can find in a Nietzchean woman."
"You are thinking very badly of my race."
"Until now there is little cause to think better of your race."
"Then I should leave you to your search for a partner", Tyr murmured. You could hear clearly that he was disappointed, that for Beka all Nietzcheans were the same and that she found nothing good in them.
"Hey, Anasazi, don't be in a snit", Beka called after him, when Tyr stood up from the couch. "I admit that you sometimes stand out positively from the rest of the Nietzcheans. Perhaps … well, perhaps you would like to help me with my search for a partner? Well, not that I'm planning on really meeting one of these guys … but … it's fun to see how some make a fool of themselves here."
Tyr thought abut it for a second and then sat down again. It could be interesting to see, who Beka perhaps would choose.
"Hey, Trance", Harper called after the golden being that just disappeared in the hydroponics gardens. Seconds later Trance head appeared in the door to which Harper was running.
"What's up, Harper?"
Gasping the young engineer stopped in front of Trance. "Have … have you … have you …"
"Breath, Harper! You shouldn't forget to breath!" admonished Trance smiling.
Harper still gasped a little bit before he finally managed to say: "Have you heard? "
"Heard what?"
"We are going on shore leave."
"Yes, Dylan told me", Trance said pulling the young man with her into the gardens and pushing him down on a bench. "Sit down. You already turned red. That's not good for your cardiovascular system.
"I already nearly got a mix of heart attack and laughing fit, when I heard it."
"When you heard that we are going on shore leave? What's so special about it? We do that regularly."
"Then you don't know it?"
"Perhaps you should tell me what I should know or not."
"The cause of our shore leave."
"Because we earned a little bit of recreation? The last weeks were no bed of roses with this evacuation of the Grapadiens. "
"No, no, no! That's only a pretense invented by Dylan. "
"Why has Dylan to invent a pretense?" Trance asked, now being really perplexed why Harper was all excited.
"Dylan has a date!" Harper finally sputtered.
"A date? With whom? With Rommie? Or did he ask Beka?"
"Rommie. Beka. They are unimportant. Dylan has a blind date. He sent a message to one of the women who answered to his advertisement."
Trance astonished flopped down on the bench next to Harper.
"Well, I wouldn't have thought that."
"Me, too! Me, too!" Harper babbled excitedly. "Now I'm thinking all the time about how to hide a wire in Dylan's clothes. I really want to know how Mr. "All women want to kiss me" is behaving at such a blind date."
"Harper", Trance said strictly. "What Dylan does at his date is nothing to you! That's his private concern and you won't interfere!"
"Oh, Trance, come on! Don't be a spoilsport. You certainly are curious, too."
"Even if I would be curious, I would accept Dylan's private life. Why do you know at all that he has a date? Did he tell you that?"
"Well …" Harper hemmed and hawed, "he … he didn't really tell me. I did … I did some security controls at the data transfer in Andromeda's matrix … well … and there I saw … really accidentally saw a message, which our good captain sent this woman."
"And you read it really accidentally, didn't you?" Trance wanted to know. Her voice told what she thought about Harper's spying.
"That was a really funny accident. When I saw this message, it just opened itself. And there I saw a little glimpse of the content."
"Harper! Be ashamed of yourself! You shouldn't do that! You wouldn't like it if somebody read your messages."
"For you everything sounds so easy, Trance", Harper meant. "All the women are after Dylan. But you are talking here to the man who has no love life at all. I only thought that I could learn something."
Trance shook her head.
"If it comforts you, then look at Dylan's relationships since we got him out of that black hole. Nothing of long duration.
"I would be even glad for something of short duration, even very short duration."
"What's about all those answers to your personal advertisement? ", Trance asked. "No answer from a woman you would like to meet?"
"And what shall I do, if they see me? They are all waiting for a mix of Dylan, Tyr and a nabob. And what will they get? A weedy mouse with health problems!"
"Come on, Harper. Don't make yourself smaller than you are. You should have thought about that before you wrote this advertisement. If you are writing a lot of overstatements every woman must be disappointed if not even half of that is true. Why didn't you write that you are a nice, humorous enthusiastic surfer with a great brain for being technical? You would have got a lot of nice answers."
"Really? Do you think so? Woman every time only want guys with muscles and money. Brain doesn't count. Or would you voluntarily go out with me? Well, I mean, if you wouldn't know me."
"Of course, I like nice men with humor."
Harper looked at Trance for a moment before he looked down at his hands and quietly asked: "Would you … well perhaps … may I … will you go out with me?"
TBC