Rebel Lexis
Book 1
REBEL LEXIS
RINGS OF POLARIS
S A G A
PAUL ALAN
“Digging deep in a Martian Desert men discovered an enormous brain. It suddenly started to think to them – So they covered it up again…”
Brian Aldiss
© 2015 by Paul Alan Gober. All rights reserved.
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Published by P. Rebog Production 09/03/2015
ISBN: (sc) 13-978-1517363758
ISBN: (sc) 10-978-1517363756
ASIN: (e) B014X9QHXM
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015915377
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Rebel Lexis is strictly a work of fiction and any characters within this book resembling any real persons is purely coincidental.
Dedicated to Carol
P ART 1 ENZYMATIC CONVERSION
GALACTIC TWIRL
“Are you unfolding me, Jason?”
“There may be a measure of intent with my objectives.”
“Opening your heart can be difficult but there are always times for love, Jason.”
“You say, ‘Love exists,’ but I tend to disagree. However, you make moments like this seem real.” Jason’s words smoothly pour from his lips as he caresses Lexis’s soft skin, and continues saying, “I am flush with desire…and you endlessly fill my head with emotional booby traps. They’re like tiny little explosive devices, preset to explode in demonstrative, mind-blowing, synaptic pleasures. Just touching your delicate layers, exposes me for the fraud I tend to be…”
“Why would you call yourself such a thing, Jason?” Lexis asked in a dismissive tone while gently running her fingers down the small of his muscular back.
“When I’m with you, nothing else matters, and I can throw all my fears in the ravine of malcontent, distrust, and bitterness. Maybe it’s your addictive nature that breaks down my walls turning my blood into a torrid fiery liquid, burning a hole in my chest…”
Lexis leans close into Jason’s neck, where she then subtly kisses the area below his ear, before whispering, “I find you irresistible… I love stripping away your rigidly rough, and hard exterior, it excites me almost as much as your sensual touch. And the feel of your warm hands on my skin… I am the one who folds under the pressure of your sensuous affect, revealing my most inner layers.”
Jason firmly pulls Lexis’s curvy body tight up against his, and the two begin to slowly spin in a romantic twirl. Held in orbit of one another’s embrace, the forces of the low gravitational remediation sleep chamber, cause them to drift. Amorously floating, they affectionately understand each other under the clear canopy display of the massive spiraling Galaxy.
Lexis and Jason erotically spin below the raging light show of the huge star formation blazing in absolute perfection. Rotating counter clockwise in the dark recess of space, the two passionately challenge the very depths of their sexuality, over-shadowing the immensity of the stellar beauty surrounding them. They get lost in each other’s eyes, becoming one.
“Jason, I love you…” Lexis passionately exclaimed between their heavy breathing, and after she firmly grabbed his gluts with both hands, she momentarily stopped his movement, and continued saying, “…tell me that you love me…say it, Jason!”
“You unfold me too, splaying out the remnants of a once broken heart, and for that, I do love you.”
Floating among the vastness of space, they kissed under the erotic dance of their bodies’ embrace. She squeezed her legs around his firm masculine frame, and became transfixed on her desire. She moaned in succession, tilting her waist rhythmically. Jason pivoted his pelvis in return, maximizing the pleasure. Minds filled with ecstasy, their naked physiques began encouraging each other for a simultaneous climactic ending.
“Jason!”
“Lexis!”
“Jason!”
“Oh, Lexis!”
“No, it’s Sofia!”
EIGHTEENTH PARALLEL
“What, Sofia? And why did you wake me?”
“Jason, we are approaching the Eighteenth Parallel.”
“I still have twenty-three minutes on my sleep program,” grumbled Jason as he rubbed away the eye matter.
“You did not really want to dream about that woman, anyways.”
“Yes, I did, Sofia, that’s why Rebel Lexis was programmed into my dream sequence… I get real unpleasant when I don’t get all my REM sleep.”
“Do you turn into Mister Grumpy Pants?”
“It’s Mister, Captain Grumpy Pants, Sofia,” Jason said with vexation after peeling the dream patch off his left shoulder, and tossing it into the garbage receptacle.
“God, I’ve a raging hard on…” Jason whispered quietly, thinking about the dream he was having.
“It is a very nice erection,” complimentarily Sofia added.
“Thank you, Sofia…however, some things are private.” Jason rolled his eyes, and stretched inside the Low Gravitational Remediation Sleep Chamber.
“Like what, Jason?”
“Like the size of my erection!”
“Your seven-inch erections are private?”
“Yes, Sofia.”
“How is that possible, Jason? I have seen many of your erections, and you have plenty when you sleep.”
“Change of subject,” he concluded, and then asked, “How are the Chameleon’s systems?”
“All systems are nominal, although we did have a wave spike in the tunnel but I calculated the differential thrust ratio levitation, and positive force acceleration; so I readjusted the energy output.”
“Very good, Sofia… I would like to listen to some ancient classical music this morning.”
“Please, specify.”
“You know, Mozart, Bach, and such?”
“Yes, I do know, Johann Sebastian Bach, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,” Sofia replied after searching her music catalog.
Classical music began playing over the ship’s sound system as Jason climbed out of the sleep chamber, and into the confined area of his living quarters. Standing in the constricted space, he looked down at his throbbing member in frustration, and after stripping out of his skintight synthetic bio-underwear, he felt like finishing for himself what his dream sequence was supposed to do. However, he was too conscious of Sofia’s all encompassing presence and could not. Anyhow, he would do anything to avoid a long discussion with Sofia, especially about why he was masturbating.
The appropriate ambient light turned on when he stepped into the compact but functional lavatory. Mirror lined walls subdued the Skin’s constant broadcast of news, weather, and commercials. Jason tilted his erection downward, pressed hard, and urinated in the toilet bowel. The ship’s system instantly analyzed the collection of his urine, and populated the information on the mirror before he could shake dry.
“Your potassium, and vitamin D levels are slightly low, Jason,” Sofia said in a motherly tone. Next to the sink, a self-adhesive vitamin patch automatically dispensed from a slot in the wall.
“Yes, I see that on the heads-up display, Sofia…thank you,” Jason said sardonically.
Th
e bathroom lights automatically intensified, meting out higher amounts of ultra violet rays. This would help Jason’s body with enzymatic conversion of vitamin D. Not only did the ship’s computer analyze his bodily fluids but also his vital signs, and biorhythmic patterns.
“Sofia, program shower… I would like the shampoo to be slightly fragranced with a fresh botanical smell, and for the body wash…make it minty with a hint of rosehip.”
“What about the disinfectant rinse?” Sofia caringly asked.
“Give me a tea tree base, lined with a masculine hormone attractant.”
“Are you going to have sex with the twins when we reach Fissure Point?”
“Sofia, how do you know about two Colony girls?” Jason asked scathingly while he stepped into the warm shower.
“I extrapolated all data, history, and video recordings from the ship’s log when I was installed into the Chameleon last week.”
“What I do at Fissure Point is my own business, Sofia…and yes, I always visit the Dronski Twins; they’re like family,” said Jason while stepping under the sprinkling showerhead.
“Family you have sex with?”
“Sofia, what do you know about having sex? You’re just a computer program.”
“That hurts my feelings, Jason. I am so much more than a program… and what do you really know about sex yourself? You run the same sex computer simulation every night, and have an encounter with two girls every six months; girls you can hardly stand to be with.”
“You are confused, having sex with the twins is not just about sex, it’s about relationships.”
“They are brainless bimbos, Jason. I know you are very unsatisfied…”
“Sofia, change of subject!” he evasively snapped, cutting her off in mid-sentence.
“Is the hormone attractant for enticing women to have sex with?”
“Sofia! I wish to take my shower in privacy…no more communications unless there’s an emergency,” he frustratingly demanded while lathering soap across his abs.
“Yes, Jason,” compliantly replied Sofia.
TEMPEST
Studying the weather report on the heads-up display, Jason watched the giant dust storm carefully. From harmless dry dirt devils, to F6 strength twisters, could arise from these storms. He was absolutely terrified of getting caught in one of the red hurricanes because of the tornadic signatures associated with this type of meteorological activity. Although frightened of the less predictable sandstorms, he was truly amazed by the Giant Red Tempest that continually circled near the Earth’s equator. The Pipe ran deep at the equatorial regions, so he didn’t have to worry about traveling the surface in this area.
“Amazing wind speeds inside them…” Jason spoke openly while focusing on the furiously swirling red spot projected from the satellite imagery.
“Inside the giant anti-cyclonic storm circling the Earth, located at 23 degrees south latitude, and 90 degrees longitude?” Sofia asked for more specificity.
“Yes, Sofia, and as usual, you are precisely right.”
“Top wind speeds have been measured near three hundred miles an hour,” Sofia replied. “We are crossing the Milwaukee deep, and departing the Pipe in twelve minutes; and we will be Offing just west of the Puerto Rican Plateau.”
“Thank you, Sofia…” Jason said while touching the heads-up display with his index finger and thumb. Spreading them apart he zoomed in on the satellite image, and continued saying, “What is the information lag time on the imagery, and weather reports broadcasted from the Pipe Information System?”
“Approximately fifteen minutes, Jason.”
“Sofia, run a Weather Simulation for the next twenty hours.”
“Please specify location, Jason.”
“From our Pipe Off Point, across the Texican Salt Flats, all the way to our Pipe reentry point near the mouth of the Mississippi Basin.”
“I calculate ninety-six viable possibilities for the weather forecast.”
“Give me your top three projections, Sofia.”
“Be my pleasure, Jason.”
With close attention, Jason studied the simulated imagery before saying, “Sofia, I’d like to stay in front this high pressure ridge moving through the area…so the minute we leave the Pipe, do a current Terrain Survey, and calculate our fastest speed across the Texican Salt Flats.”
“Jason, Off Piping in five minutes…please, buckle-up your seat restraint.”
“I love entering the outside world,” Jason commented sarcastically.
“Readjusting hover pads for Energy Wave Spikes,” Sofia warned Jason.
The Chameleon slightly buckled at the sudden but gradual deceleration when the synchronous oscillations of the Pipe’s Electromagnetic Waves began to react inversely different.
“Slowing from six hundred miles per hour, and coming to a complete stop, in an enclosed tunnel, what an outrageous proposition,” Jason thought to himself as he pulled the spider harness down over his shoulder, he then clasped it together across his chest.
“Are you sweating?”
“No, Sofia,” Jason nervously replied
“Would you like me to adjust the air-conditioner?”
“No thank…” Jason re-evaluated his perspiration, and changed his tune in midsentence, “…yeah, would you please make it cooler in here?”
“My pleasure, Jason,” replied Sofia. “Entering Off Pipe Section in…three, two, one,” Sofia said as the Chameleon smoothly swung to the right.
“Nice transition, I hardly felt the shift.”
“Thank you, Jason.”
“We will be at the Reverse Pressure Gate in less than thirty seconds.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Sofia,” sardonically, Jason responded.
“Do I sense a bit of sarcasm in your voice?”
“Do you think?”
“Yes, I think you are patronizing me.”
“Sorry, Sofia, and I do appreciate the information. Keep up the good work.”
“Then why the contemptuous attitude, Jason?”
“Well honestly, I could see the information tabulated on the heads-up, and I just felt the verbal information was a little redundant… Don’t take it personal, Sofia.”
“My program enforcement is designed to inform you of all changes.”
“Yes, and again, thank you for the hard work you’ve been doing, Sofia,” Jason answered trying to end the debate.
“If you wish me to change my logic algorithms, I can schedule an appointment with SYNTECH.”
“That won’t be necessary, Sofia,” Jason rolled his eyes, and continued, “Change of subject.”
“My pleasure, Jason.”
“Boy, she sure is sensitive…” he thought to himself as the ship precipitously jerked to a complete stop. He then spoke, “Give me a visual of the doors.”
The heads-up display blinked, and the tunnel popped in view, giving Jason nearly a one hundred and eighty-degree view. Immediately, Jason noticed the scrolling communication on the Membrane above the Pressure Chamber’s doors, it read, “THANK YOU FOR USING THE POLARIS PIPE… WE HOPE YOUR TRAVEL WAS SMOOTH AND ENJOYABLE… HAVE A SAFE JOURNEY, JASON BJORN…”
T EXICAN SALT FLATS
Bulky yellow safety lights flashed next to the two large doors; and an emergency horn blared a warning. The large metal hulks, began to open from the middle, revealing the Pressure Chamber. Inside, negative air pressure is reversed, and positive airflow keeps dust or any foreign contaminate from entering the Pipe.
“The Chameleon occurs to be fully autonomous from the Polaris Pipe,” Sofia notified, Jason.
“Slowly push into the PAC, Sofia.”
“Autonomous movement commencing,” Sofia responded, and by wireless network, she increased power and tilt to the hover pads.
After the independently controlled, three-level Land-Ship was put forward, the Polaris Pipe Chamber shut behind them.
“External Pipe doors unlocking,” monotonously, Sofia informed.
“Dim
the heads-up display,” pleaded Jason while squinting from the bright flash of light emitting between the two exterior Chamber doors. “Feels like my eyeballs are burning!”
“I detect no cellular damage to your ocular structures… Assessing medically, I do detect hypochondriacism,” coldly, Sofia responded.
“Just a little sarcastic small talk, Sofia…don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“Bunching is impossible for the reason, I am not wearing panties, Jason.”
“It’s just a figure of speech, Sofia,” he said reproachfully.
“Please explain?”
Jason sighed before saying in a tiresome tone, “It means, don’t worry about the small stuff in life.”
“I will log, said ‘Figure of speech,’ into my Neural Reminiscence Bank.”
Caused by the reversal in air direction, a howling wind roared past the Chameleon. The glowing hover pads growled at a fevered pitch, carrying the vessel out of the tunnel’s opening, and into the parched Texican Salt Flat.
“I’m a little hungry…think I’ll head to up to the galley. Oh, Sofia, keep an eye on that High Pressure Front.”
“My pleasure, Jason,” she harmoniously replied.
After swiveling out of his chair, he stepped to the cabin’s bulkhead, and touched the Skin. Designed for maximum efficiency and room, the bulkhead unfolded inward, and where a flat bulkhead full of utilitarian draws once existed, now a narrow staircase ascended to the Second Deck. Besides the galley, the Second Deck contained three sleeping pods, and one bathroom. Unlike, Low Gravitational Remediation Sleep Chambers, the pods only offered basic sleeping arrangements for any passengers the Chameleon transported.