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Chapter 11

Before any more embarrassment could reach the ears of those present, there was another knock at the door.

This time, however, this interruption was not perceived as an annoying disturbance, but as an almost longed-for rescue.

"Come in, if it isn't a tailor," the Anubis Taur fluted.

"Hello, you had called for a doctor?" a casually dressed young rat lady introduced herself.

"Indeed," Camilla began, "enter first. We actually have a patient of sorts."

"Where is he?" she asked, looking around.

Camilla pointed to the Anubis Tauren robot.

"A robot?" the rat girl asked incredulously.

"He was a robot. He is undergoing transformation."

"You can't do something like that," she affirmed.

"Yes it can, with the help of non-earthly influence," Camilla cautiously countered.

"What's it supposed to look like? With all due respect, Miss Queen, but in all non-terrestrial civilizations, in not one case have we discovered an ability that can transform artificial substances into biological ones, and even nanotechnology doesn't manage to trigger something similar."

"Yes, it does, and I am the proof," Anubis replied, tapping his nose, which almost completely resembled that of a real canid.

The rat stepped closer and eyed the nose more closely, finally whistling appreciatively. "How is that possible?"

"Can they be silent?" echoed Camilla.

"Only if I'm allowed to join in and learn everything. I've always been waiting for such an opportunity. Finally experience something and not vegetate as a doctor's assistant on a cruise ship."

"Well, check out Anubis first," Camilla demanded.

"Anubis? Did they just say the robot's name is Anubis?" the rat asked, starting to laugh. "Who names a robot like an Egyptian god?"

"Just like my name isn't Isodora, it's Isis," the human-looking woman interjected.

"Ah, yes. The consort of Osiris himself. Now you're exaggerating."

In response, Isis spread her wings, filling the room.

"Ooooookay," the rat girl started. "That convinces me. I'm going to take a look at Anubis now. What exactly is it about?"

"He's hungry," Camilla gave a brief statement.

"Hungry? That means that internally he should have formed at least rudimentary digestive organs or something similar. - What are your systems doing?" she inquired.

"My systems are reporting some oddities, conditions are not stable."

"Interesting." She retrieved some instruments from her suitcase and began examining them. After 10 minutes, she gave an initial explanation. "He is hungry and has developed a simple first digestive tract. He urgently needs to eat small amounts of food rich in carbohydrates, proteins are good too, especially enough fluids. No matter how you did it, but the internal transformation is rapid. If you are not careful, he will hypoglycemic or dehydrated. So my expertise: off to the dining room, no matter how wild and mangled he seems right now. He needs nourishment."

"Let's go, then," Camilla announced, grabbing Anubis by the hand and pulling him along behind her.

The dining hall proved to be just too deserted. The group was virtually alone.

"Here," the rater began, "you eat this and this." She packed wheat bread, animal butter, and some animal meat on his plate, along with a bowl of cereal and mare's milk. "That should do for now, and cover your initial protein and carbohydrate needs. Oh yeah. Take him a bottle of isotonic drink. That will boost his energy again. With the first intake of food, the transformation of his digestive system should now be even faster, as well as the growth of cells such as flesh, skin and fur will be extremely accelerated from now on. Does he have some kind of sex drive?"

"You bet he does!" confirmed Camilla.

"Have fun with him. This should become a permanent condition very quickly."

"Even more so than now?"

"Oh, is he that libidinous already?"

"He's permanently horny, and the fact that he's not standing here with a hard-on right now is just due to outside circumstances."

"If you can't handle him, then call me. I can fill in," the rat girl said, starting to giggle.

"I'll be fine with it. What's your name, anyway?"

"I'm Greta Pint," she answered dutifully.

"I'll call you if it gets to be too much, but I think I'll be able to handle it."

"Good luck, I'm off again now. Call for me if the air burns."

The rat left the room, leaving a few perplexed faces behind.

"Now what was that?" mused Stephen.

"An undersexed rat," Isis stated.

"I have no need, but now I'm going to eat something."

"Get ready for something new. You don't know anything like taste yet."

"Yes, I do, with you, but you're not a food, you're a treat."

"Thank you for the praise," Camilla replied, growing embarrassed.

Arriving at the table, the Anubis Taur bit carefully into the wheat bread and began chewing automatically.

"Pretty dry," he mumbled with his mouth full.

"You don't talk with your mouth full," Camilla admonished him.

"Excellent, Miss Queen!" praised Frank Simson, "your education seems to be paying off."

"My dear Frank, did you ever doubt it?"

"Miss Queen, if I may speak freely, then ..."

"... Fire away ..." the fox-wolf interrupted him.

"... I must admit that because of certain word choices and phrases, I have really had doubts lately."

"That's life. Everything changes and evolves."

"And some things in unexpected ways," Stephen added, looking to Isis.

"You can't complain, my dear," the pale human goddess rebuked him.

"I didn't mean it that way," the wolf justified himself.

"That's right," Isis teased.

"Anubis darling. You're supposed to spread the butter on the bread, that's what you have the knife for, and then you put the sausage on top. Then the whole thing won't be dry," Camilla directed her Taur.

"Oh, I'll try that, then," Anubis announced, and he put on a surprisingly deft act.

He finally managed it, grabbed the sausage sandwich and bit into it heartily, began chewing repeatedly, and suddenly closed his eyes, snorted lightly, and a faint smile emerged. "This tastes wonderful."

"That's what I'm saying," Camilla agreed with him. "And don't forget something to drink."

"Camilla, you're my partner, not my mother."

"Uh oh. Careful sis, your prince charming is getting rebellious," Stephen quipped.

"Just shut up. He's just rediscovering himself," Camilla rebuffed.

"Or he's hitting puberty," Stephen continued to tease.

"No," Isis interjected, "he's long past that. Believe me, he's been difficult."

"I'm not difficult at all," Anubis intervened, smacking his lips.

"I have to agree with him there," Camilla confirmed, "he only becomes problematic when he's constantly interrupted."

"I feel the same way," Stephen blurted out and Isis started laughing. "It's not just you, sweetie."

"I think it's likely to happen to almost every living creature when they can't or aren't allowed to continue in the middle of the most beautiful moment," Camilla aptly summed up.

"Can we go back to the room?" asked Anubis. "I have a satisfied feeling in my body and I want to analyze it."

"Sure you can. There's not much we can do right now anyway. If anyone thinks of anything else - you know where to find us. But let us know by phone first and don't suddenly stand in the room," Camilla concluded the round and stood up.

"That's right," Anubis added. "There's nothing worse than a suppressed ejaculation."

"That's what I'm talking about, pipe ejaculator," Stephen finished the thought.

"Let's not let it get that far," Isis announced, tapping the male wolf on the left shoulder and gesturing for them to leave as well.

"See you later," the said goodbye and left the room with his goddess. A little later, Anubis and Camilla joined them, as did Frank Simson.

"How are you?" asked Camilla when both had entered their suite.

"I have slight problems with this kind of questioning. I'm not a hundred percent good with emotions and classifying feelings."

"That's a shame, because I tended to have a different impression when it came to sex."

"The sexual union with you and the physical and mental play of lust and desire, as well as love, are an extremely strong emotion, are deep feelings and not superficial ones. I'm talking more about simple things like momentary states of well-being, inner peace, or the like when classifying them."

"You're talking about fatigue, satiety, or hunger?"

"That too, though I don't know what real hunger feels like."

"As a god, did you not feel hunger in your original body?"

"Not comparable to living beings."

"Do you gods know such a thing as fear, or perhaps even fear of death?"

"I think so, at least to some extent. When I doused Seth with oils and set him on fire, I actually saw in his eyes something comparable to fear of passing away forever. Likewise when I had him flayed for his misdeeds and he stood before me with naked flesh."

"And yet he did not perish, regenerated."

"We know pain. Immortality does not mean we are indestructible. Osiris is the best example. His individual parts don't live in the conventional sense; putting them together resurrected him and triggered regeneration."

"That's how Horus came to be."

"Good example," praised Anubis.

"Tell me about Seth?"

"Why should I tell you about him?" marveled Anubis.

"If we should actually run into him on Sirius B, I'd like to know more about him."

"Know your enemy?" the Jackal Taur robot echoed.

"Sort of. I'm just curious what kind of guy he is and what's behind all the lore."

"Hmmm... where should I start?"

"Preferably where it really starts," Camilla asked her Anubis Tauren robot.

"It's not very simple and some of it from the lore, which likes to be called mythology, is incomplete or inconsistent in sequence."

"Just try."

"Have you ever thought about where all the translations of the hieroglyphs came from?" asked Anubis.

"They came from excavations way before our time. So, at the Earth time when humans were still the dominant species, before the Great Gau occurred and nature adapted faster than humans."

"That's right. More precisely, all the conclusions, all the translations derive from only one finding, the so-called Rosetta Stone. It is only a fragment of a long text and written in three languages, ancient Egyptian in hieroglyphics, in Demotic and ancient Greek.

But who should take the trouble to write such a text in these three languages in about 196 B.C., according to human reckoning, and then this fragment is found by a tremendous coincidence of all things? There is no trace of the rest."

"In history there are many such coincidences and mysteries. The Amber Room existed, but has not been found to this day," Camilla pointed out.

"I'm talking about a deliberately laid trail here, a trail that is supposed to point to a translation that is not quite correct. It's supposed to be mythology, and it's supposed to stay mythology."

"So shoot it out with the truth."

"Seth is not Osiris' brother, he is his son. It's always written that Isis, Nephtys, Osiris and Seth are siblings, which is supposed to simplify a lot of things, but only complicates the sequences."

"Oh," it escaped Camilla.

"Osiris did get into bed with Nephtys, yes, about that later, but that wasn't the first misstep on his part. He was quite a go-getter, which is something that likes to be kept quiet and isn't mentioned in all the translations."

"You mean like Zeus in Greek mythology?"

"Yes, something like that. Osiris could also shape-shift and approached strangers in changing guises. Thus, although he was unfaithful to Isis, he approached the goddess Cyrene in the form of Apollo and begat Seth with her. However, Isis noticed the sacrilege still during the act, cursed the seed of her husband.

Thus Seth did not spring from his mother's womb in the normal way, but burst forth from her hip. By the curse Isis wanted to snatch all negative from her husband. The child of the two should be a misshapen hybrid, should receive a voice, which none endures, should be the bare chaos, should receive a character of the destruction and the umtriebigen sex drive should be transferred also all alone to the child."

"Now that turns everything upside down," Camilla stated.

"But you'll notice that it becomes logical in the end," Anubis countered, continuing, "Seth was born and indeed had all the characteristics Isis hated in Osiris. Seth had become a hybrid, he was made up of all sorts of attributes which included the ears of the aardvark, the head of a mule, the bit of a jackal, as well as the legs of the jackal, the torso and also the genitals of a mule. The drive comes from the stallion, which jumps on everything that is halfway attainable. However, in order to prevent Seth from causing lasting damage, Isis took away the sperm's fertility and thus prevented offspring.

Seth later found out who his father was, wandered from what would later become Libya to Egypt, confronted Osiris and demanded a place at his side.

The divine Nine was called together, deliberated, and proposed that Seth be given a throne so that Osiris would not lose face altogether.

Isis, gritting her teeth, agreed, but vowed to do everything she could to ensure that Seth failed and disappeared forever. Even Osiris did not feel comfortable in his skin and came up with the idea that he would hand over his sister Nephtys to Seth, knowing full well that she had an extreme dislike for him.

Thus the catastrophe was preprogrammed and the first step to ruin was taken."

"You mean that everything then happened as it had to happen?"

"Exactly. Seth is not necessarily the perpetrator, he is also the victim and the humiliated at the same time. Nephtys left no stone unturned to make Seth's marriage a living hell. She practically left him out in the cold whenever he was horny. That he penetrated her is only because he overpowered and raped her. In her distress, Nephtys finally confided in her brother Osiris, described the incident and asked for help.

For his part, the husband of Isis turned to the Nine and asked for the exclusion of Seth and the deprivation of the throne. Since Seth was already quite impetuous in advance and had besieged Anat and Astarte in bed, as well as raped Hathor on the river bank, the gods decided to throw him out. Osiris conveyed the decision to Nephtys, who was infinitely grateful, approached Osiris in a rapture of joy, and became pregnant."

"Which then gave birth to you," Camilla added.

"Right. I was conceived and after my birth was taken to Hathor, who was then to protect me from Seth's grasp. Seth himself was beside himself with rage, attacked Nephtys, was banished to the desert. He swore to take revenge and kill Osiris, which he later succeeded in doing. However, he was found in time, revived and was able to father the falcon Horus with Isis. This too was hidden from Seth."

"But Seth had his ears and eyes everywhere and learned about you and Horus."

"This is also true. However, he could not get to us. So he declared war on Osiris and Isis, moved in with an army coming from the desert, overpowered the guards, and overpowered Osiris repeatedly. This time he dismembered him, took his parts and scattered them. Never was Osiris to rise again.

Isis learned of the shameful deed, went to the field and crushed the army of Seth. Blind with rage, Seth turned into a bull and charged at Isis, but she turned into a bitch and escaped. Seth himself, however, did not want to kill Isis, he was in the mood for sex. He wanted to overpower Isis, rape her, cum his horniness and humiliate the goddess.

Anyway, Seth had to realize that he would not be able to get hold of Isis, broke off the pursuit, but was so aroused that he ejaculated his semen into the sand, which in turn was a humiliation that Isis intensified by turning around, seeing him sullying himself with his semen and laughing loudly, pointing at him, calling him a loser and an incompetent failure.

Later, when Horus was grown up, Isis sent her son to find the parts of Osiris and take revenge on Seth. So, in preparation for this, Isis invited the hybrid to a feast as a supposed sign of reconciliation. Seth himself loved salad and even had his own salad garden. Isis knew this and prepared a marvelous salad, however, let her son Horus ejaculate on it before. The seed of Horus was pure poison for Seth.

Seth ate the salad, did not die from it, but was so weakened that he retreated into the desert. Horus had an easy time with him. He surprised him, challenged him to a fight. In the course of this, Horus lost his left eye and Seth his testicles, then Horus forced him to his knees, thrust his penis into his mouth and masturbated orally, spurting his semen in full effect down Seth's throat, who then collapsed poisoned.

Isis, however, felt remorse and gave Seth an antidote at the last second, acting as a benefactor.

While Isis was busy with the recovery of Seth, Horus collected the body parts of Osiris, let them join by Maat, Thoth and me. The funeral service could begin."

"And now here we are, the parts of Osiris are scattered again, and we're starting this all over again?"

"Not quite. Horus had to search then, we have a good idea where they lie. Only Seth with his new army should be a surprise."

"And that's where you come in?"

"Among other things. I believe that Isis has prepared quite a bit there."

"I'll be surprised about that."