Omega Seed

OMEGA SEED

Ross Richdale

ISBN 978-1-877438-19-6

The search of a millennium is over. Computers aboard Intergalactic Starship Omega find a planet with water and oxygen in usable quantities to sustain humanoid life. It is over populated, polluted and has one social problem; forty eight percent of the human population are males, well beyond the one in a thousand necessary on Planet Delta to maintain the sperm banks.

However, the humanoids aboard cannot be kept alive for the estimated two hundred years required to find another solar system so the journey must end. Minor alterations are needed in the humanoids' metabolism. The women need to understand English for a landing in Australia, the most unpolluted continent the computers can find. Sensations and emotions are changed back to natural; after all, a bearer needs emotions more than the neuter that these females were on the home planet.

It is time to arouse Pazz and prepare her for life on Earth while cloned younger sister Kylina, now 22 not 12 as remembered by Pazz, can be kept in reserve. There is also Lunol, from a primitive preindustrial planet and Kylina's partner but he is male and doesn't count.

Alone, with only an armlet computer for company, Pazz lands in the West Australian desert. She catches the Indian Pacific Express for Sydney, three days journey away but catches the flu virus. With no immunity she becomes seriously ill and is taken off the train at Adelaide. Doctor Duncan Bourne a linguist from The University Of Adelaide is contacted when nobody can understand her delirious speech. Duncan finds her speaking an ancient dead Greek language that he can understand. After she recovers, they become friends. Pazz adapts to life on Earth and, by having her qualifications entered into Earth computers, becomes Doctor Pazz D'rose, a mathematician and biochemist.

How does this affect Pazz, Kylina and her partner? Is Lunol rescued and how do the military on Earth react to having the alien humans in their midst?

PROLOGUE

Except in size, Omega could have been a 1960s vintage NASA probe placed in an orbit around the planet below. The spherical intergalactic starship, though, was too large, being four hundred meters in diameter, too old and too advanced to have been manufactured on Earth.

The journey from the outer solar system to Earth took one week; this comparatively slow pace caused by rapid deceleration from ninety nine percent of light speed that had brought the craft across the galaxy. Computers board Omega homed in on what it had been searching for over the past millennium, a planet with water and oxygen in usable quantities to sustain life.

Cloaking devices made the craft's approach undetected as the vehicle swung into an orbit. The world below was penetrated with sophisticated data gathering probes, a hundred, three centimetre flying craft released into the stratosphere. These mechanical bugs plummeted into the planet's dense lower atmosphere until they reached a thousand meters altitude. At that point, tiny moving wings swung out like those of a dragonfly and minute motors propelled the craft towards predetermined targets.

The aim though was not to destroy but to observe and study everything about the planet, from its chemical makeup to signs of civilization. Languages were recorded and television monitored, photographs taken and the inhabitants studied. Within three days, ten million pieces of data were transmitted back to the mothership's three onboard computers before a signal pulsed out and the mechanical bugs self-destructed into nothingness. During the whole process, nobody below realized that their planet had been scrutinized by an alien life force, or that the spacecraft was still in orbit above. Everything worked as designed a thousand years before.

COMPUTER BETA ANALYSED the data against the categories retained in memory banks. The planet was over populated, polluted but could sustain life quite comfortably in the less populated temperate zones; all the large land masses in the northern hemisphere were to be avoided but several to the south showed promise. 

The humanoid population was similar to their own; in fact data gathered showed it was a home seeded planet from a previous visit, three thousand years before. Even a variation of the home alphabet was still in use in what was the cradle of civilization at the time, but Greek culture had long been superseded throughout the next three millennia. After being helped to climb the first step of a collective civilization by interbreeding with the local inhabitants; humans, for a reason lost in antiquity, were left to develop on their own.

There, however, was one problem that made Computer Beta reject the planet below. Roughly forty eight percent of the human population was seeders, or males as the dominant Earth language called them. This was completely outside the guidelines of no more than five percent seeders and well beyond the one in a thousand permitted at home. Furthermore, it appeared that none of the females of adult age were neuters so all were capable of bearing offspring, once again well beyond the guidelines of ten percent females necessary to maintain population size.

To balance this to some extent, was the knowledge that the inhabitants had not yet learnt to control DNA aging mechanisms, so the inhabitants had a limited lifespan, something like eighty years, less than half that of humanoid's lifespan at home. All the data on human development led Computer Beta to recommend that this planet be bypassed.

However, Computer Gamma provided data that the humanoid aboard could not be kept alive for the estimated two hundred years required to find another solar system containing a planet harbouring life, as they knew it. A vote was taken and Computer Alpha sided with Gamma to outvote Beta so the decision was made to arouse the humanoid.

Their specimen was a meter seventy-eight tall with fair skin and blonde hair that floated in the vacuum to encircle the woman's body like a natural cloak. A life sustaining umbilical cord was connected to her navel. In many ways she appeared like a foetus with the body of a twenty-year-old, her natural age being a dozen years beyond that.

Once the decision to end the journey was made, minor alterations were needed and Computer Gamma set about performing them. The woman had her brain patterns transformed to understand English, the main Earth language in the territory designated for landing. All other memories and abilities remained unchanged. Computer Gamma, though, persuaded the others that the humanoid's sensations and emotions should be changed back to natural, rather than being suppressed fifty percent as was the unwritten rule back home. After all, a bearer needed emotions more than the neuter that this female used to be.

Now was the time to arouse the woman so she could prepare herself for landing and her future life ahead. It was a crude hostile planet, not a great deal superior to their first choice that had been such a disappointment nor the others unanimously rejected, but it would have to do. They could not return home and this was one small chance to continue the species. Communication with Delta had been lost over a century before so perhaps their humanoids were the last of the species.

CHAPTER 1

The woman floated in the shower of warm compressed air as it blew away the last of the jelly substance that had protected her skin. She used electronic scissors to clip her hair to a manageable shoulder length, let the two-meter hair strands be sucked away, turned the machine to fluff and relished as puffs of warm air engulfed her. Finally, she glided out of the cleansing chamber and wriggled into a protective one-piece coverall ready for a bank of medical tests.

'You must speak orally in your new language, Pazz,' Gamma's voice in English filled the small outer room.

'I know,' she mumbled. 'You've been through this at least three times.' Her blue eyes rolled. 'Why do I feel so lousy?'

'Your emotions are not now artificially suppressed, Pazz. It's a combination of nervous anticipation and the vibrations of your stomach caused by the pitch and twenty percent roll of this space capsule and is further aggravated by╔'

'Okay,' the woman interrupted. 'I understand.' She stared out the circular window at the blue and white planet below and sighed. 'Except for the continental shapes, it could be home.'

'But it isn't, Pazz,' cautioned Gamma. 'It's a primitive planet still controlled by males who make up half the population. I would advise you to research the history chips about our own gender wars. These have yet to happen on Earth.'

'Perhaps hey never will,' Pazz said. 'Anyhow, isn't that my reason for being here; to replenish our stock of seeders and return home.'

Gamma's neutral voice almost showed emotion as she spoke. 'That is not now possible, Pazz. You cannot return, either by yourself or with a cargo of seeders.'

'Why? Of course I can return home.'

'The journey took one thousand, three hundred and eighty six years, Pazz, not three.'

'What!' Pazz's face drained of colour as she stared at the tiny silver speaker on the wall. 'I was sentenced to do this job instead of the equivalent seven years incarceration.'

'You were considered a problem, Pazz; too independent. Your push for individual rights and an increase in the seeder's population did not go down well at your trial. The proctors, barred by the constitution from sentencing you to death invoked Choice 23, Sub clause 6.'

'Banishment!' Pazz hissed.

'The controls of Omega were set to infinity with only Computer Alpha and life support systems active. Beta and myself were reactivated three hundred and eighty two years ago.'

'Why?'

'At that stage, Alpha had put us in orbit around a planet. She needed our assistance to analyse it. The place was unsuitable so we moved on. Since then three other water planets were deemed unsuitable, as was this one.'

'So why am I awake?' The young woman's eyebrows contracted in anxiety.

'Your body could not be maintained for the time needed to find another suitable planet. We voted two to one to place you down here.'

'So what happens?' Pazz gasped and realized for the first time in her thirty-two years of natural life, she was trembling with emotion and her eyes blinked tears. 'I am alone. Even if I went back, twenty generations would have past. Wouldn't it have been kinder to just shut down life support systems?'

'Choice 1, Sub clause 16 will not allow females to be terminated unless it is at their own request and they are over one hundred years of age. This cannot apply to you. Only males can be disposed of if they fail in their basic function of seeding the community.'

Pazz glared. 'That was a millennium ago. Our planet may not even exist any more, let alone still have the constitution.'

'It is in my program.'

'Yes, I forgot you're just a machine,' Pazz retorted and another suppressed emotion rose inside her, the feeling of loneliness. She thought back to her one sister, only twelve when she left, and her mother both smiling and relieved after her trial and light sentence. When the average lifespan was a hundred and twenty years, seven was only a minor sentence.

Pazz grimaced and switched her thoughts into the native language; English didn't have the vocabulary to represent the memories she had in her mind.

'One other item,' interrupted the computer. 'You are a bearer now, like your mother. Our collective decision was to make you one so you'd fit into Earth society. There are no neuters on Earth. For better or for worse, that is also the reason your emotions were fully restored'

'Thank you,' Pazz said. 'That is an honour I would never have reached back home; not with my sentence.' 

'You are now one of billions of Earth women, the same in every way except you will have access to modern technology.

Pazz nodded. 'Not that that matters now, anyway. Is there anything else you failed to tell me?'

'Food and energy resources held within you will last fifteen Earth days after your arrival. When they are depleted, you will have to eat, breathe and exercise normally to maintain your body.'

Pazz smiled for the first time. 'That's a relief,' she added. 'I never liked the artificial food and muscle energizers anyway.'

' According to╔'

'I know! I know! The constitution did not allow these to be withheld from me.'

'One last item. Males have equal rights on Earth and are predatory creatures. Beware when you meet them.'

'I know that too,' Pazz retorted.

'You have never met one in real life,' the computer warned. 'Just be warned. They are not the docile creatures you learned about at home. They can be recognized by their facial hair though in most cases this is shaved off and deep voices. Clothes always cover their bodies. Unlike bearers at home, who were genetically selected to be of small stature, they are powerfully built. Most of them will be taller and heavier than yourself while the females will tend to be shorter than you are.'

The girl grimaced and once again stared out at the planet below. 'When do I land?' she asked.

'The site is selected and the landing will be during the night hours in three Earth days time, three point zero six Planet Delta days. The landing pod will put down in a lightly populated area so the chance of the landing being seen is minimal. It is a risk we have to take.'

'I have to take,' Pazz corrected. 'It is my life.'

'Yes,' Gamma replied. 'Sorry for the mistake.'

IT WAS TWO IN THE MORNING when the 4X4 Landcruiser screeched to a stop in a cloud of red dust off the highway that was really just a strip of bitumen through rolling desert in the driest continent in the world; Australia.

'Oh hell!' gasped Greg Blackburn and dug his sleeping companion in the ribs.

Stan Saunders woke up, grunted and stared out over the saltbushes reflected in the vehicle's headlights. A silver cylinder was flying about twenty meters above the highway. That was it!  There were no wings or tail, just this object like a drainage pipe with closed ends. Under it, two rows of small blue flames showed. As the men watched, four landing skids unfolded from the craft, it wobbled to a hover before landing in a cloud of red dust a few meters to the side of the road.

'Kill your lights,' Stan gasped and reached over to where a hunter's rifle lay across the back seat. With shaking hands he fumbled in the glove box, found a carton of bullets and loaded the weapon.

'What is it?' Greg stuttered.

'How the hell would I know?'

Greg wound down the window and clapped hands over his ears. A high-pitched scream hit his eardrums with such velocity that his head rung, air swished around him and the vehicle shook. The craft was on the ground in swirling dust that pelted the Landcruiser like a dust storm. The blue flamed engines cut and the screaming whine groaned to a stop. Silence descended on the lonely highway as the swirling dust settled.

The man stared, wide eyed at his companion, nodded and slid outside. With Stan panting beside him, he bent low and ran along the roadside toward a small cutting. He flung himself down and crawled up the bank, parted the brush and fixed his eyes on the strange craft that now stood silently on tripod legs.

'That's no aircraft,' Stan whispered.

'No, it looks like an emergency escape vehicle. Perhaps it's something from that secret military base over in South Australia.'

The men studied the object in question. Except for protruding landing skids it was a perfect cylinder with no outward signs of windows or doors. It glistened in the dull moonlight like stainless steel but had a sort of intrinsic glow radiating out, like those cats' eyes that mark the centre of the road. For several moments the men lay and stared. Stan gripped the rifle and aimed it up at the craft.

'And a lot of bloody good that'll do you,' snapped Greg. 'Keep your head out of sight, will you?'

'So what do you suggest?' Stan argued.

'Just watch!'

The men riveted their eyes on the craft and gasped in surprise as a hatch on the top lifted like on a jet fighter and a small ladder unfolded out over the fuselage to hinge down to the ground.

'Oh hell!' muttered Greg for a second time. 'Look!'

A light flickered on in the emergency escape jet, or whatever it was, and a girl rose behind the hatchway. She was, though, not dressed in flying clothes or wore a helmet, as one would expect. Instead, she was dressed in a suede jacket, tank top, jeans and brown calf length boots. A backpack was slung across her shoulders. For a second she stood and gazed around before stepping onto the ladder and descending to the ground.  The men goggled in the darkness as her silhouette turned and she walked towards the road where the Landcruiser was parked.

When she reached the bitumen, the girl turned and stood with her hands by her side and watched the craft she'd just left. The ladder retracted, hatch closed and there was a whine as the engines started. The noise increased to the ear-shattering howl that had both men clamping hands over their ears again. The scream became louder and louder but the girl, seemly unaffected by the noise, just stood watching.

The skids folded up to be replaced by spurts of blue flames from beneath the craft. It lifted straight up like a helicopter, hovered for a few seconds, the screaming motors reached a still higher pitch, there was a slight clunk, a whoosh and it accelerated away faster than a skyrocket.

'Oh, my God!' gasped Stan.

One minute it was hovering above them, seconds later the aircraft was smaller than a white glowing tennis ball hundreds of meters up before the scream became a clap of thunder and it disappeared amongst the million stars overhead.

During the whole ascent, the only movement from the girl was her blonde hair wavering in the downdraft. Finally she turned and stared directly at the two hidden men behind the bank.

'I know you're there so you might as well come out,' she called in an unaccented Australian voice.

A flashlight flickered on and she bathed the area in light. Both men stood sheepishly up and Stan clicked a bullet up into rifle's barrel ready to fire.

The girl's eyes flickered for a moment when she saw the weapon. 'That rifle is hardly needed,' she said, 'I need a ride. Can you help?'

Greg grinned. She was a local girl, bloody good looker too.  Probably that was some secret machine and she was an air force woman on manoeuvres. He'd heard of them. They had twenty-four hours to get back to camp without being caught or spending any money.

'Put the rifle away, Stan,' he snapped. 'Come on. The poor girl needs a ride. That's why she landed near us. Let's go.' He gave Stan a knowing glance. 'You drive. Okay!'

'Sure!' Stan said.

PAZZ SWALLOWED BILE as the new emotions surged through her body; fear, terror, loneliness, feelings akin to those she'd only felt before her trial back home. The landing craft lifted, slowly at first then accelerated into night air to self-destruct twenty thousand meters up.  But the alien visitor wasn't completely alone. She fingered the gold armlet through the thin jacket and immediately Epsilon, the mobile computer responded.

'We are not alone,' the thoughts flashed into Pazz's mind in her home language. 'My sensors register two humans watching us from beyond that bank, not in that wheeled vehicle.'

Pazz stared out in to the darkness and focused her eyes. The darkness shimmered as her infrared eyesight activated and she could see the lighter shimmer of body heat behind the bushes.

'I know you're there,' she called in her new language and turned the flashlight on. 'So you might as well come out.'

'Caution,' warned Epsilon in her mind. 'They are seeders.  '

'So what?' Pazz thought while she spoke orally about the rifle.

'We do not know if they can be trusted. That's all,' Epsilon replied. 'On this planet males are the stronger gender; they were on ours too before we won the gender wars.'

By now Pazz had reached the Landcruiser, a strange craft that still used wheels to propel it along. She'd seen one in a museum at home.

'What say we sit in the back while Stan drives,' Greg stated in a soft voice. He held the rear door open.

'No thank you!' Pazz replied. 'The front will do.' She opened the door herself and slid into the dark interior that stunk of a strange smoke and liquid. Greg shrugged and squeezed beside her.

'Take her away, Stan,' he grunted and the girl beside him noticed his sideways glance as the Landcruiser headed towards the settlement an hour's drive ahead.

'In the air force are you?' he asked casually enough. Pazz could sense his primitive emotions but jumped when a hand squeezed her leg.

'Epsilon,' she thought. 'I'm scared.'

'NO,' SAID A STRANGELY metallic voice and Greg's wandering hand was gripped and squeezed so hard in return he let out a stifled gasp of agony as it was thrust away.

'Who are you?' he grumbled in embarrassment as Pazz glared at him.

'I am Epsilon,' replied the same metallic voice. 'You do not touch Pazz.'

The girl suddenly blinked and the stare softened. 'Thank you. I'm okay now,' she said as if talking to herself.

Who's Pazz?' the man grumbled but he was not physically touching her leg any more.

'I am,' Pazz said. 'Epsilon is my guardian angel, I guess you'd call her in English.' She kept her voice hard. 'There is a railway settlement a hundred kilometres or so ahead, I believe. Are you heading that far?'

'Yeah,' Stan replied. 'We can take you all the way.  The cattle station where we work is further on, still. '

'Thanks,' Pazz replied and began to chatter away as if nothing had happened.  Greg frowned for a moment before shrugging and joining in the conversation.

THE JOURNEY WAS COMPLETED in fifty minutes. When the Landcruiser pulled in beside a motel lit by a neon light almost bigger than the building itself, Stan glanced at a sleeping Greg.

'This is the railway settlement. I'm not sure when the train comes through,' he said. 'I guess you know where you're going. I'll let you out my side. Old Greg there is sleeping like a baby.'

'Pazz,' Epsilon said. 'You need to reach in Greg's pocket and take his wallet. It will help you.'

Pazz didn't reply but followed Epsilon's suggestion and extracted it from the sleeping man's pocket. Afterwards, she slid across behind the steering wheel and jumped to the ground. She thanked Stan and watched as he waved, clunked the 4X4 into gear and accelerated off with wheels screaming in the dust. She felt like a thief as she poked the wallet into her backpack.

'You're too honest, Pazz,' replied Epsilon. 'You can always return it to the man later. '

'Yes, I guess.' She glanced around and, because to her English implant, could read the sign on the door. Open 24 Hours. Please ring and enter.

'Here goes,' Pazz whispered and walked into the motel.

Five minutes later she was in her very first Earth living quarters, a pleasant motel room with beds similar to at home except they were designed for two, running water and a hygienic toilet that used water to flush. For the first time in a millennium, the young woman had a drink of milk from the refrigerator and began to feel human.

'Pazz, ' communicated Epsilon as she lay under the sheet on the bed. It was too hot for blankets. 'Alpha, Beta and Gamma changed their mind.'

'How?' Pazz said as sleep almost overtook her.

'I can stay with you as long as you wish, not just two weeks. When I remain on your arm I can help you. Just keep me uncovered at times so the sun can recharge my batteries.'

'I'm glad,' Pazz said. 'Thanks for taking over and stopping that man.' she sighed. 'He made me quite scared for a moment.'

'You're a bearer now, Pazz, a woman. My memory banks tell me bearers back home often mated naturally with seeders.'

'It was illegal!' Pazz gasped out loud.

'I know but that's how you were conceived.'

'You mean my mother╔' Pazz gasped.

'Yes. I was her computer too, remember.'

Pazz stared into the darkness. Thinking back, she realized it was only through her mother's determination that they had been allowed to live and grow up as a family; another Earth word that really had no corresponding one in their native tongue.

'I liked how the lady wrote your name on the register,' Epsilon interrupted and Pazz switched her thoughts back to her present situation.

Pazz picked up the invoice and grinned. 'I could hardly say my real name,' she said. 'It's unpronounceable in English and the literal translation of Fourth Flower would hardly fit so I picked an Earth flower and the fourth letter in the English alphabet. I worked it all out back on Omega.'

She read the woman's spelling, which came out as D'rose.

'Pazz D'rose has a nice ring to it,' she said. 'I think I'll keep it that way.'

'One other thing,' Epsilon transmitted. 'They call women Mrs., Miss or Ms and males just Mr. on Earth but don't ask me why.' 

Pazz sighed. She had so much to learn but guessed her first encounter with humans hadn't come out too badly. With one hand touching the golden armlet, she drifted asleep and dreamed of home. It seemed like only the week before she was in that courtroom, not a millennium ago. The intervening time period was just too much to grasp.

CHAPTER 2

It was after nine o'clock the following morning and the sun blazed in a cloudless sky when Pazz walked into the motel office with Greg's wallet in her hand. She assumed