Futuristic 3 Heart of Warrior

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"I didn't get asked if I want to be his lifemate," Brittany said in a small, resentful voice.
"Warriors never ask. On Sha-Ka'an, it's a male decision that females have no say in. But just out of
curiosity, what would your answer have been if you were asked?"
"Before all the rest of this was revealed to me, or right now?"
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"Never mind. I'll ask that question again someday, but right now, you'll just say something emotional that
has no bearing on your real feelings. Humans tend to do that a lot. Silly of them, and half the time those
wrong answers cause even more hurt feelings, all of which could have been avoided with a little honesty
up front."
"You have no idea what I'm feeling. You couldn't even begin to-'
"Now there's where you're wrong," Martha interrupted in a purring I'm-ready-to-impress-you tone.
"You're not used to a computer of my caliber yet, but you'll find that it's pointless to argue or disagree
with me, simply because my forte is probabilities. So even if I don't have all available facts to work with,
I can still come up with the answers. Let's take yourself for an example."
"Let's not-"
"Too late. I'm proving a point, and I'm a bit hard-nosed when points need to be proven. You flipped
over the warrior when you first saw him. There was no getting around it, you were hooked.
Even thinking him 'foreign,' which was probably at the bottom of your list for acceptable mates, couldn't
detract from the kind of attraction you were in the grips of. You threw up all the standard roadblocks
your people favor for stalling the inevitable, but it took no more than a couple of intoxicants for you to
break down all barriers and jump in with both feet to a full commitment. And you did commit yourself, by
the way, which was all the 'yes' he needed to make his own decision to bind you to him for life."
"I'm not agreeing with you," Brittany said stiffly and with deliberate emphasis. "But what has any of that
to do with now, with this ship, with your ridiculous assertion that you're aliens from outer space?"
"it's off-worlders, doll. That's what we're called. We're no different from your own people from Asia or
India. You wouldn't understand their language until you learned it. You wouldn't take to their culture
because it's not yours and you naturally prefer your own. But you can visit them and get along with them
and might even like their countries and peoples well enough that you want to stay. The only difference
between them and us is, instead of hopping over an ocean for a visit, it takes a spaceship for us to do so
and vice versa. Besides, it's not that you don't believe any of this, it's that you don't want it to be true.
And it's time for the final proof, so you can get around to relaxing and seeing this as an adventure rather
than your worst nightmare."
"You want to rip my life to shreds and I'm supposed to find it adventurous?" Brittany snorted.
"You're going to be the first from your world to travel into deep space. You're going to see things that
will astound you. You should be excited by the prospect, not crying that you want it to all go away. The
facts I have assimilated from your planet show your species to be much more bold than what you're
showing me."
It was said in a derogatory tone. If the intention had been to insult, it worked wonders. "What final
proof?" she bit out.
"You might want to have a seat," Martha said, and one of the chairs in the room that were bound to the
floor turned in Brit
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tany's direction. "And keep an eye on that wall of observation screens that I'm going to turn on with brief
explanations for each. Biggest and center is our frontal view. I've been raising us from the ocean floor
while we spoke. No point in hanging around down there anymore when we have business to complete on
the other side of your moon. We'll be on the surface in a moment, and then high-speeded out of visual
range of the planet's surface, so sit."
Brittany bolted toward the indicated chair and dropped into it, gripped the arms for dear life. "There's no
seat belt!" she pointed out in a panic. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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