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Biota Book 3

Get to know your boss

Chris dialed Vraalson's number right as he left is neighborhood. At this time Feminists were still going door to door forcing male households to quarter their soldiers.

Vraalson (over the phone): Hello? Chris? I assume you have a question?

Chris: Yeah...uh...can I sleep at your place? Does your home have a guest room?

Vraalson (over the phone): My lab is my home; I don't sleep so I have no need for a bedroom. Why do you need to sleep at my lab?

Chris: Uh...Feminists kicked me out of my house for the night, they said I could pay off my tribute this way...

Vraalson (over the phone): Figures, after their failure they had to fallback to this town.

Chris: Hm?

Vraalson (over the phone): You are aware there is a major city of Solbots about a 5 hour drive from here? After Feminists failed multiple times to nuke it they tried to invade on foot and well...it did not turn out well for them. Since there are no Feminist strongholds near here I guess they were forced to regroup and quarter here.

Chris: Oh my! I had no idea, remember I'm new to this area, I was born up North and lived there up until now.

Vraalson (over the phone): It's fine, and yes you can spend the night. I'll try to make it as comfortable as possible.

Chris: Thank you! I'm so glad I can trust someone around here...

Vraalson (over the phone): Better me than anyone else kiddo, anyway see you in a bit.

After Vraalson hung up Chris sighed a big sigh of relief but then was saddened as other men were not so lucky. He saw multiple men going under the boardwalk for shelter; he even saw a man and his husband along with 2 crying kids take shelter under the boardwalk. "Damn" Chris thought to himself. "Can't they go to a hotel?" But then he realized that Feminists probably quartered hotels first and then tried the civilian homes. He almost wanted to ask Vraalson if he could let the family stay at his lab, but Chris did not want to push it. As he walked he saw a familiar face...Tony, as he was being beaten by the two Feminist scouts.

Tony: Ouch! FUCK! NOT THE FACE.

Scout: Bonk! Keep crying manpig! This is what you get for defying Feminism! Now you must pay your tribute in blood!

Tony: What the fuck! I thought you cunts hate men! The second I saw you I ran so you would not have to deal with my manliness!

Scout: Well we needed something from you! You should have been obedient and await orders!

Chris just walked on by, he was not noticed by the scouts or Tony, but he could see Tony was all bloody from being beaten by the scout's batons. They just kept laughing at him as he cried in pain. Chris felt really bad for him...Tony was a pervert and a brute but he did not deserve this. Chris made it to the lab just as the sun began to set over the sea. It was quite beautiful, all the orange rays of light shining through some clouds, it made him feel better even with the darkness now surrounding him. The lab's garage was now closed but there was a door to the side of it so he approached and knocked. The door opened vertically very quickly as Vraalson stood on the other side in the shadows. He was still quite visible with all the blue and green lights on his body still glowing and his digital eye shining and peering at Chris.

Vraalson: Sorry if it's a little dark...my eye can see perfectly in low light so I have no need for that many lights.

Chris: That's fine I'm a cat after all, once my eyes adjust I'll be just fine!

Vraalson: Good, good.

As Chris stepped inside he realized the door was just a smaller entrance to the garage, but now there was what looked like a pile of blankets in the center of the floor.

Vraalson: Again, I have nothing like a bed here, for humanoids anyway. I hope this will suffice, if not please let me know.

Chris jumped on the pile of blankets and squirmed around making small cat sounds.

Chris: Yeah it's fine, I'll manage.

Vraalson: Good, good. Now move it into the corner for now, I still have work to do.

Chris moved it to the side and continued to lay on it. Vraalson sat down at the large computer in the room and began working on stuff in programs he has never seen before, it was all in binary as well, but he could tell that whatever he was working on it had something to do with DNA structures. As Chris watched Vraalson his feline curiosity began to kick in.

Chris: Um...Dr. Vraalson?

Vraalson: Yes?

Chris: If you have one eye you lack depth perception correct?

Vraalson: (makes a metallic laugh) Quite the curious and clever one you are! My eye is no ordinary eye, just like bats use echo location to sense objects in front of them I do the same with an invisible, to your eyes anyway, infrared pulse. Small photons bounce all around the room and I can read them as they hit objects. For example, if you have a large box and place a small box behind it, I won't be able to see the small box but I will be able to sense that it's there. This also counts as my depth perception.

Chris: Wow that's cool! Are all Solbots like this?

Vraalson: Nope, I am unique. Most Solbots have eyes no different than a camera, I have made lots of money doing what I do and I have made many upgrades to myself. This is my third robot body my mind has occupied...would you like to see my old bodies?

Chris: That would be cool!

Vraalson: I might as well put work away, I have a guest after all, follow me.

Chris hopped up and followed Vraalson's loud metallic footsteps through the rightmost door on the back wall. It opened to a hallway with another door on the end and two doors on the side walls. On the walls were posters that were framed, they were not posters of music bands or anything but they looked like research posters Vraalson had made to summarize past projects. Vraalson was in many of the pictures but the writing was all in binary. Vraalson opened the left door and made a hand jester that welcomed Chris in. In the study was a desk with a small computer and multiple papers with drawings of organic chemical structures. On the back wall were two large glass cases.

Vraalson: Here I am! Or was.

One glass case had a robot that looked like the model of the common Solbot, it emulated the human body, albeit it was more edged and all gray. But the face looked unique.

Vraalson: This is what my face looked like when I was human, we Solbots modeled our heads to be similar to our human ones to make us feel...well more human. I even got it to have my beard! A fine Norwegian beard it was! Made my homeland proud!

The head was still edged, gray, and robotic looking but it did look lumberjack like. Chris has only seen humans in pictures in books so he knows very little of what Norwegians look like, or even what a Norwegian was. The other body looked nothing like the first one; it was large and bulky with metal and rubber parts and a big round head.

Vraalson: (Pointing at the second body) I call this one the "Big Daddy," it looks like a monster from an ancient video game.

Chris: Why do you keep these in here? And why is the second body so...monstrous?

Vraalson: Nostalgia and if anything happens to this body I have two more. As to why the Big Daddy body is the way it looks is I did a project in a very deep part of the ocean. The pressure would crush my first one flat. The second body could withstand such pressure. Switching bodies was interesting, I felt really cool at first but after you live decades at the bottom of the dark ocean where the only light is from flashlights and you're in that hulking body...you begin to feel like a monster and it began to get a little depressing...Then a new metal was created, Nickel (II) Ununseptium-289, it could have a more humanoid form and withstand the pressure. My current body is made of that metal (he bangs on his chest with a loud clang) and my eye is the way it is to see in such a dark environment. Needless to say going back to this humanoid body was very...uplifting.

Chris: What were you doing at the bottom of the ocean?

Vraalson: Building Rapture!

Chris: What?

Vraalson: (Laughs) Just kidding! I was bioengineering life that could survive down there. And that's all I can legally tell you.

Chris: Also while putting on the gloves earlier today I noticed the glove and your hand have five fingers! Did humans have five fingers or is that just an upgrade?

Vraalson: Technically a thumb is not a finger so I have four fingers and a thumb and you have three and a thumb. Yes, humans have 5 digits, I don't know why your god made you with 4 digits.

Chris: What finger am I missing?

Vraalson picks up a pen from off the desk and holds it in front of Chris. See how I hold this? My thumb and fist two fingers manipulate and move it around, my extra two fingers are used for grip. Now you hold it.

As Chris held the pen he did the same thing as Vraalson, his thumb and fist two fingers were used to examine the pen with his last third finder was just for grip.

Vraalson: What do you call your last finger?

Chris: The pinky!

Vraalson: As do I, humans called our 4rth digit the ring finger, we wore rings there. I'd say your third finger is a combination of a pinky and a ring finger. Again I don't know why your god made you with only one grip finger, it makes you Gaians inferior on griping objects.

Chris: Well we seem to be doing just fine with the amount we have...

Vraalson laughs and pats Chris on the head.

Vraalson: Let me show you my library.

He opens the door on the other side of the hall and welcomes Chris in. This room much larger than his study. Two walls were covered in books, all of them scientific or non-fiction in some way, many were textbooks.

Chris: Got any romance novels? (Giggles) I kid! I don't take you as the romantic type.

Vraalson: Not anymore anyway...

Chris notices one of the walls has computers on desks, they looked very old.

Vraalson: I love old _Windows_computers. These are not authentic, they were recreated for nostalgia.

Chris: There is a program on this computer called Doom.

Vraalson: That is the first video game I ever played! When I was just five years old I would play it when my father was not home, such nostalgia. Here want to see it?

Vraalson sits down in front of the old Windows 98 PC and begins plying Doom. It was a little too violent for Chris's tastes.

Chris: Gross! You made that guy go splat! Gosh the graphics are ancient!

Vraalson: They sure are! Nowadays Solbot video games are played by plugging our brains into the console and playing the game virtual reality style. But games nowadays are like a second job, they're a major hobby and I'm too busy to deal with it, so I settle for nostalgic games from my past. Right now I'm still looking for a functioning Game boy with Pokemon Silver.

Chris: You seem to like nostalgia.

Vraalson: Makes me feel human...

Chris: Do Solbots have emotions?

Vraalson: (While turning off the game) Emotions are like drugs to Solbots. We used to have software that would allow us to have emotions but...people would crank it too high to the point it was all they wanted to do. So now emotional software has a limit to what they can feel. I don't have any software for emotions at all.

Chris: So you feel nothing?

Vraalson: Nope...my mind can still manufacture very small emotion; some Solbots are able to do this. Solbot psychologists have no idea how we do it, it is still going under research.

Chris: Well...what's the last door at the end of the hall?

Vraalson: (Walks over and opens it) Just my office, for money management, I do my paper science in the study.

Chris peers in the office and spots a door with a large lowercase "t" on it that was very gothic looking.

Chris: (points at it) Where does that lead?

Vraalson: (abruptly closes the office door) Nowhere you need to see. (And then pats Chris on the head)

Chris: Okay...uh...I'm really hungry.

Vraalson: Sorry kiddo I have no food for you unless you want to eat bugs. Even if I had meat I could not cook it, I don't have a stove. (And then he struck an idea) Wait! I can make this work!

Vraalson pulls a key from his cape and locks the office and rushes to his lab. He retrieved six Bunsen burners, a metal sheet, and a fish Chris has never seen.

Vraalson: This is Sciaenops ocellatus a popular local fish that is highly sought out for by fisherman. When I was human I ate these all the time.

Vraalson places the six Bunsen burners together on the table and turns them on and places the metal sheet on top. He fillets the fish and cooks it on his contraption.

Vraalson: Bunsen burners are used to heat chemicals in beakers but I think it will be enough to cook a fish.

The fish sizzled on the metal sheet as the smell of cooking meat filled the air and made Chris purr.

Vraalson: Its really cute how you purr like that, you remind me of my Russian blue I had when I was in my 30s.

Chris: (Becoming timid) Thanks! I can't control when I purr, it just happens.

Vraalson: Enough about me, tell me about yourself, Chris Floof.

Chris: Oh...I'm not interesting.

Vraalson: Bullshit! I find your curiosity interesting. What got you interested in science?

Chris: I don't know...I just liked learning about things.

Vraalson: Good, good. But why? What sparked your interest? Did your parents introduce you to science?

Chris: I don't have parents. Not many members of the Same Sex Union do. Whenever straight people are forced to breed, Druids use magic to see if the child is homosexual. With Gaians it's like 50/50, the ones that are homosexual are brought to orphanages and the straight one are then put into kennels, and when they are fit enough they are forced into slavery. I was never adopted, which is normal, not many are adopted. So I just grew up raised by employees that doubled as teachers, nurses and punishers...

Vraalson: Really? I know slave camps are the main source of your population, but I figured you had parents waiting to adopt you. Yet I have seen pregnant lesbians, always wondered how that worked with hetero sex being outlawed and all.

Chris: Yeah bisexuals hate that law. Lesbians get pregnant rarely, it's even considered taboo. They get sperm from sperm banks, yet that is expensive. So some will go to straight camps and rape men, and by rape I mean "surprise sex," Feminists made it so rape only applies to women.

Vraalson: That is horseshit! Is "surprise sex" even illegal?

Chris: Nope

Vraalson makes an angry metallic grunt and after a few moments checks to see if the fish was finished and it was.

Vraalson: Here let me cut it into little pieces so its finger food. It's still too hot to touch however. (And removes the metal sheet from the burners) So tell me more about how you grew up.

Chris: Surrounded by kids as lost as me. We tried not to grow attached to the employees, they would get moved around a lot. Ages 1-9 we had to sleep in a large room, 10-12, we had a smaller room with roommates. But once puberty struck we had our own rooms, not because we were becoming independent, but because it was one way to stop the teens from fucking all night. And even then snuck ins were common.

Vraalson: Did you have any friends?

Chris: Nah, I was always in the corner daydreaming about...anything. I grew to like my roommates but then we hit puberty and they got transferred, so yeah. My teens were mostly dealing with school and stuff, I liked it because it was something to do, and I guess that's why I like learning. When I was in high school the only thing anyone cared about was sex and parties and drugs and so forth. I had a few one night stands to see what it was all about, but the boys I did it with just wanted a fuckbuddy and I wanted a partner, so a relationship never formed. I joined my school's science club. We did little experiments that came from kits from department stores. It was fun, right when I felt comfortable with the people the club was canceled to make more funding for sports...

Vraalson: I'm sorry to hear that...

Chris: So then I would just hang out in the library and read books I swear the school did not care to find out what they were about.

Vraalson: What do you mean?

Chris: In school we are taught about how evil humans were and that they had no redeeming qualities. They were just a war-torn race and nothing else. But the books in the library, many were written by humans! Hell, they even still had a picture of them in the "about the author" section. Some books were about poetry and some were about science. The authors put so much love and passion into what they wrote about, and their small bio in the about the author section did not make them to be the monsters my school said they were. I knew there had to be more to humanity that the schools were not telling.

Vraalson: Right you are, my people made many mistakes, but we also made many triumphs. (Strokes his metal beard) now eat your fish before it gets cold.

Chris began nibbling the finger food.

Chris: This is good! I never had tropical fish before!

Vraalson: If my memory serves me right they don't taste all the different from temperate fish.

BANG BANG BANG

General Lockus: Open up metal manpig! We know you are in here!

Chris stops eating and his ears flop down.

Chris: That's the lady that forced me out of my home!

Vraalson (speaking over an intercom): Must we do this every time Lockus? For the last time I own this island. I merely allow the Same Sex Union to have a town here. It's not my problem they allow themselves to be hounded by Feminism.

General Lockus: I'm not trying to evict you like past times metal demon! I just want you to quarter 17 troops!

Vraalson: The SSU might let you walk over them but I bend to no Gaian. Plus I have the Solbot army a phone call away.

General Lockus: Can we compromise 9 troops?

Vraalson: Beat it lioness!

General Lockus: (Furious) I bend to no man! Flesh or metal! (And starts pounding the door)

Vraalson: Lockus I know what triggers you...

General Lockus: Oh goddess no please! Last time I had to watch 12 hours of puppy videos and bubbles blown in my face to recuperate from last time!

Vraalson: It's all one button press away, kitten.

General Lockus: FINE I BET YOUR LAB SUCKS ANYWAY!

The sound of groaning troops could be heard walking away from the building.

Chris: (with is mouth full) That was very entertaining! What triggers her so bad?

Vraalson: Last time I sicked a hive of bees on her, bees trigger her. Strange how she can see the horrors of war yet an insect immobilizes her in fear. But then again Feminists are not taught to face their fears; they just censor anything that would cause it.

Chris: Well I'm full now, I think I'm going to curl up with a good book and try to sleep.

Vraalson: No problem, I'll go back to working on my project on the main computer, I'll try to keep quiet.

Chris curls up like a cat on the pile of blankets and tries to read his favorite book_A King and His Jester._

Vraalson: Need a light? (and hands Chris a flash light.) What are you reading?

Chris: A romance novel, a real one! Not a smut-fest.

Vraalson: (Holds out his hand) May I?

Chris: Uhh...sure (and gives him the book)

Vraalson opens the book to a bookmarked page and scans the page with a light emanating from his eye.

Vraalson: The word penis, and other words for it, appears 22 times on these pages.

Chris: (Yanks the book from him) S-so! This is the raunchy part of the book...

Vraalson: Is that why it's bookmarked?

Chris: H-hey! You're lucky I did not bring my vibrater...

Vraalson: (makes a metallic laugh) I'm just pushing your buttons.

Chris: It's a really good book...it's about a couple who like to role play as a king being seduced by his jester. And-and the main character overcomes his fear of trusting people and...

Vraalson: It's okay Chris, I'm just trolling you!

Vraalson then pets him on the head as Chris begins to purr. Vraalson then sat down in front of his computer and pulls a large plug and cord from it. He then opens a hatch on his chest and plugs the cord in, and then begins working. Chris assumed that's how he charges himself. Chris did not feel like reading anymore, but the click clack of Vraalson's keyboard felt oddly relaxing and he fell asleep not too long after. Vraalson could hear Chris make cute cat noises in his sleep, he looks over his shoulder and looks at Chris and thinks to himself. "He reminds me of him...but it's impossible."