August 04, 2008

Let the Word Take Me p.4

worst possible time.

At the border of the village, a hand emerged from the speckled darkness and jerked him off the path into deep shadows.

"David, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

David caught his breath. "Father!"

"If Monroe finds out you've been trespassing...!"

"I know, Father, I'm sorry, I –" How stupid would he sound if he said he'd risked the colony listening for bedtime stories? It wouldn't win him the respect due to a fellow linguist, that's for sure, and Father would say he should have shipped him offworld to college on Erimyno Treaty Colony instead of giving in to all his begging to stay. "I'm sorry."

"Well, never mind."

"So how did it go? Did you get the extension?"

"Damned Systems functionary," Father grunted. "She doesn't care about the years of work we've put in; all she thinks about is Systems resources being wasted on maintaining us here at Garini Base."

David shook his head. "How can anyone say we're wasting resources? We hardly import anything." He shuddered, realizing that 'resources' must mean something else entirely. "Does she mean our defense ships? But she can't take them away – it would be like handing the Garini rainforests over to be shredded by pirates!" And,

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