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  Jalicia laughed at what he was saying. “Yeah, maybe,” she said. “Still, I wish he would come back. Why don’t you throw away that thing?” she asked Ned.

  “Are you crazy? Discard alien technology? There might be something here I can patent,” he said and grinned.

  “I guess you could,” she said.

  “Not a bad idea,” they heard someone say behind them.

  Jalicia turned and almost fell as she saw the face of the most handsome alien she could ever imagine seeing. “Antash,” she said as she bounded from the ground and rushed into his arms.

  “Easy there,” he said as he laughed.

  She didn’t hesitate to kiss him, hungrily and longingly, and Ned was forced to turn his head away from the show they were putting on.

  “What took you so long?” she asked.

  “The Brocoy tricked us. When we got back there was already a war on Solaris, but we managed to defeat them again. Then we had to rebuild and, well, you understand right?”

  “Of course I do. How is Santina?” she asked.

  “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” he asked as he moved away and she saw the girl, who had the body of a woman, standing there.

  “Hello,” she smiled. “I’ve wanted to meet you,” she said as she came around Antash.

  “And I you,” Jalicia said. “My, you are big for a little one,” Jalicia said.

  Santina laughed. “So my brother keeps telling me.” Then she walked away and looked about her. “So, this is earth? It looks a lot like Solaris, except there is more grass.” Antash and Jalicia looked at each other and laughed. Santina looked back at them. “What?” she asked with an amused look on her face.

  “That was the same thing he said when he first saw here. I was quick to tell him there are many other places that don’t have this much grass. And then there is the beach...”

  “The beach. How I’d love to go there,” she said. “Oh, please Antash, can’t we stay a while longer so we can go to the beach?”

  Antash looked at Jalicia who in turn looked at Ned. “Well I can use the truck,” he said. “It’s my day off,” he said and smiled.

  “Oh, I’ve forgotten my manners; Santina this is Ned. He was the one who fixed my communicator.”

  “Thank you Ned,” she said.

  “No problem. But first things first; Santina, you have to change form. You can’t go to the beach looking like that.

  We can head to the house and I can loan you a bathing suit,” Jalicia said.

  “Great,” she said as she clapped her hands and skipped around. “Let’s go; I’m excited.”

  All four of them walked off to Jalicia’s house-Ned and Santina in the front, and her and Antash in the back. Their hands were locked and he leaned over to kiss her on her ear. “I told you I would be back,” he whispered.

  “I never doubted you,” she said and smiled at him. “I became a doctor,” she said proudly. “Thanks for giving me the faith to.”

  “No Jalicia, you had it all along. You just couldn’t see it yet.”

  They stole kisses as they walked, their fingers locked together, and for the first time in a very long time, Jalicia felt happy and complete.

  The end.

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  An alien romance story for adults.

  It's been 300 years since first stepping foot on the moon, and the human race is on a mission:

  To find another planet capable of sustaining human life.

  Katrina is one of the crew tasked with this important expedition, but when they find a habitable planet to set up base, she finds she is treated as no more than a glorified slave.

  Having lived her entire life under the thumb of those with power, she decides to run away. And as she does, she meets Da'al, a native alien male with gold skin and green hair...

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  Katrina can't help but be attracted to this well built alien, and soon the two form a bond tighter than she's ever shared with any human.

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  Can Katrina and Da'al find love and happiness in a world where death threatens them at every turn?

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  In the almost three hundred years since human beings had first stepped foot on the surface of the moon, growth had followed a predictable, if not wholly beneficial, pattern. After the initial excitement of actually "going there" wore off, extra terrestrial exploration and growth faltered until it became economically necessary for man to step beyond his home planet. Much like the Agricultural Revolution, the Industrial Revolution, and any other sizable economic shift in history, it was often done piecemeal and sloppily, with a lot of wasted effort and resources.

  It wasn't long before the solar system was seemingly tapped out, as comets were harnessed for their water, and Europa was drained. Mars was terraformed, and the asteroid belt was mined. Even cold, rocky Ganymede in orbit around the king Jupiter was colonized. Seemingly massive amounts of real estate quickly became packed to capacity, with the total system wide population nearing thirty billion.

  It was then that man once again turned to a long marginalized area of astronomy, the search for extra solar planets capable of sustaining human life. After aborted attempts in the early twenty first century could find nothing more than a collection of "Super-Earths" that would crush most humans with their gravitational field, science focused on the immediate problem of sustaining human life on nearby planets. Funding for finding extra solar planets was slashed, and humankind focused on developing their own neighborhood for close to two hundred years.

  It was only when the terraforming of Venus failed for the fifth time that some in the system wide government looked around and realized that once again, humanity had wasted most of the bountiful resources presented to it by nature and was on the brink of crisis again. Using the best estimates, man had only a century at most, unless drastic cultural changes were made, or new options for expansion were discovered. Since the last thing humans often want is to make changes to the way they live, resources were poured once again into discovering habitable planets in at least somewhat nearby star systems.

  For Professor Ravid Karrlson, it was unknowingly the way he would write his name in the history books. Born in New Tokyo and educated in Berlin, he had accepted the research position on Luna because it gave him the best chance to do what he wanted to do, look at the stars. Growing up, he had thrilled as he thought of Copernicus and Galileo using the first optical telescopes to look out into the solar system, and realize that some of the blobs of light in the sky were more than just random glowing motes in the curtain of the night.

  Unfortunately f
or Ravid, optical telescopes were far too weak to do any of the sky gazing he had to do. Instead, modern telescopes were composed of dozens of complicated sensors that sometimes took up dozens of square kilometers of space, along with computers that, even with isolinear chips and molecular data storage capacity, took up a large room. He even had three artificial intelligences working for him, poring over the data at speeds thousands of human workers couldn't, before he even looked at a single data display.

  With close to one trillion stars in the Milky Way however, even the most advanced systems took time. Ravid could show the politicians and those in control of the money all the data he wanted, but after five years, all he had was a list of solar systems that didn't pan out. The list was long, and the data took up teraflops of memory, but that didn't matter to the government.

  Munching on synthesized coconut ice cream, Ravid was going over the day's reports, wondering if he could somehow spin the latest sets of figures for the budgetary committee meeting next month when his moment in history came, not with a clash of sirens or bells, but with a simple beep, and the flash of a happy face in the upper right corner of his data screen.

  When he saw the face pop up, Ravid's spoon, which had been halfway to his mouth, froze in place before tumbling from his nerveless fingers. Hurriedly wiping his sticky fingers on his jumpsuit, he tapped the screen, his ice cream and spoon forgotten. Eyes flickering from side to side, he felt sweat break out on his forehead, and his stomach balled up tight. Later, when interviewed by the Solar Broadcasting Company, he stated that the only experience he could compare it to was when he was eighteen, and had a naked girl in bed with him for the first time. "Sure, I'd practiced what I was going to do thousands of times in both instances, but when it came to go time, terror was mixed with excitement pretty equally. I'm just glad I handled it better at thirty seven than I did at eighteen."

  "Oh? And what happened at eighteen?" the interviewer, a perky brunette with a photogenic face, supermodel body, and morals of a pit viper, asked with a grin. "Anything for our listeners?"

  "Nothing to brag about," Ravid replied with a sheepish grin, his cheeks turning slightly pink. The image made him even more famous, and within a year he had gotten marriage proposals from over one million women, including a famous porn starlet who swore she could turn him into an expert lover regardless.

  Ravid's discovery was simple and profound. First classified as YT-X7-4B, then renamed Karrlson's Rock before the government stepped in, the planet was as close to Earth as had ever been found before. Orbiting a star both younger and larger than Sol, it still was within the so-called "Goldilocks zone." A perfect nitrogen/oxygen atmosphere combined with a mass only ten percent heavier than Earth's. Almost eighty percent of the surface was covered in water, and by all initial readings the planet was perfect for human life. It even had two moons, which provided tides and protected the planet from meteor strikes. In fact, the only major difference between Karrlson's Rock and Earth was the length of its year, which was nearly three times that of Earth. Dying at thirty 'years' old would be commonplace.

  Once his discovery was confirmed, Ravid Karrlson became more of a public figure than a scientist, and his work was taken over by engineers and scientists in other fields. Knowing about Iðavöllr (as it had been renamed) was only part of the problem. Getting people there was the bigger issue. While faster than light communication had been conquered early in the twenty second century, FTL drives for physical matter had been a much more difficult challenge. Despite development of warp bubble theory, the largest object yet sent through warp space and confirmed to have survived were barely larger than the typical office desk. A few pundits cracked jokes about building a billion "space coffins" for the mission, before the censors stepped in and shut them up.

  Another concern by the Solar government was support. With resources already stretched, any colonization attempt would have to be a self sufficient mission, able to survive years without exterior support. There was no way they could build two ships at a time, even if they could figure out just how the hell to get them to Iðavöllr. The facilities and resources just didn't exist.

  The big breakthrough came when the CyberGalactic Corporation partnered with ExpandedReality Ltd. The credit was claimed by both companies, and ended up going into litigation that stretched out until both companies were bankrupt. Not too many people were upset over it, since both were due to obtain enough money to bankrupt Mars at least.

  The biggest problem facing the designers was power supply. Geometry states that as a sphere expands, the surface area of the sphere increases not linearly, but by a cubic factor. If you double the size of your sphere, you create eight times the amount of surface area. Tripling the size requires twenty seven times the surface area, and so on and so forth. In the realm of warp bubble generation, surface area equated to power. There was no technology in human science that could create the power needed to generate a stable warp bubble large enough for a colony ship, it would take a fusion reactor the size of a medium sized apartment building, even before any sort of radiation shielding, fuel supply, or other necessities. The pure amount of size needed was stopping the colony ship.

  In the end, the solution was elegant, dangerous, and groundbreaking. By combining fusion technology with controlled anti-matter explosions, the ship would be able to generate enough power to run the ship, provided the ship stopped at regular intervals to collect interstellar fuel, in what the designers called a "lily pad" arrangement. By eliminating the huge fuel tanks, the ship could just squeeze inside the possible warp bubble when combined with the new power supply arrangement. Of course, there were plenty of dangers too. If the ship miscalculated any of their jumps by more than five percent, it would run out of fuel.

  With the major design flaws taken care of, the government turned its attention to the ship's crew. Debates raged among the various political factions, until once again economic and political expediency took over. Population was the biggest pressure in the colonization effort, and the powers that be wanted real estate that other people were living in. The problem was that, regardless of power, there were laws in place that were hard to circumvent. In setting up the colony program, the unspoken goal was to free up valuable areas for those who wanted it. As such, the use of the media was required.

  The media campaign was unprecedented, and carefully planned. The first wave of the campaign came through the political pundits and talking heads, who carefully crafted their commentary to stoke the twin goals of sowing economic discontent and the idea of new frontiers. A lot of it required subtle timing and juxtaposition, combined with data mining of social media commentary. Regardless of what privacy laws were put in place, the government could read every packet of data that crossed the solar system if they wished. Instead of taking out enemies however, they used this informational intelligence to instead steer the public opinion. It was much more effective than direct action anyway.

  After a year of stoking the fires of public discontent, the next phase of the plan was launched. With great fanfare, the existence of the new stardrive design was revealed, and plans were announced for a new government program for development of large scale interstellar ships. While the idea of a colony program was not specifically announced, the government let the people put together the ideas on their own. It wasn't long, hours in fact, before the first public petitions (electronically signed by eight million) reached the government's servers. By the end of the first week, over one hundred million people had signed various electronic petitions requesting colonial programs, deep space exploration, and various other ideas.

  The trickiest phase of the government's plan came next. With public pressure at a high, the government had to look inept and careless, or at least partially corrupt. Unleashing the media again, populist politicians and media personalities cast doubt on any unannounced governmental plans for picking colonists, making it seem as if the system was corrupt. "Only those who have ties to the power players in the government ar
e going to get this opportunity when it arises!" Takahiro O'Shea, one of the most popular media icons, blared one day. "This corrupt system of currying favor for your friends has got to stop! What are you supposed to do if you are what our leaders call Dirts? Stuck in your dead-end jobs, economically and politically bereft of any power or influence, you're stuck while the Quals march onto their shiny new colony ship to go off to the stars, and to a cleaner, better future. Perhaps it's time to raise a ruckus, and storm the new Bastille?"

  The results were predictable, especially among the Dirts. Outcry started, and tension ratcheted up in the Dirt enclaves. The police responded by increasing both the number and the severity of their patrols, until the inevitable happened. On Mars, a police arrest of a forty year old Dirt man who had been violating curfew due to working overtime at his job, ended in a police shooting. Within a week, another shooting in South America led to riots, and an outcry for justice. When the flames were high enough, the government stepped in, the President declaring he will be making a public statement at noon, Greenwhich time. The riots subsided momentarily, while the Solar System turned its attention to the President, who spoke from in front of the classic facade of Buckingham Palace.

  "Citizens of the Solar System, good afternoon, wherever and whenever you are.

  "Recently, we have watched as neighborhoods have burned, torn apart by social upheaval. Regardless of the reason behind the upheaval, businesses have closed, homes have been destroyed, and innocent men and women lie bleeding in the streets. Now, there are some in our society who claim that since these riots have been confined to the areas inhabited by those who are commonly called Dirts, that it doesn't matter. They're just Dirts, you say, let them destroy themselves.