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Demon Consort

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The Android’s Bride

“When she spoke of her inability to breed
with the soldier robot you frowned,” C-Raptin said in his electronic
voice.  “Know this:  you can breed with Eisler.  You can—and it will be
expected of you to do so.”

Karin’s mouth grew dry.  “How could we possibly…?”

Karin
is a dedicated administrator in her once prosperous country of Red
Scale.  When their militant neighbors begin a merciless war, Karin and
her Governor father contact the isolated country of Lohocke for help.
All they know of this mysterious neighbor is a legend about metal men.

They
not only make contact, but are promised the help they need.  The price?
 Karin must go to Lohocke and become the bride of the Alpha Lord Eisler
Durant.

Karin has been tied to Lohocke in an intricate way since
her birth.  She’s ready to accept her destiny at the Alpha Lord’s
side—even if he’s not the man she expected.

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Governor
Jol-Hassik leaned close to bulbous microphone attached to a communicator
station as big as an armoire.

“Hello,
hello?”  He glanced back at his two
daughters with his bushy silver brows brought together, then refocused on the
microphone.  “Can anyone from Lohocke
hear me?”  He wet his lips and glanced
back again.  His tallest and eldest daughter,
Nina, wrung her pale hands together.
Karin, his youngest at 25, merely stared.  Her expression was one of stony determination.

“Your
communication is being received.  This is
C-Raptin from Lohocke.”

All
three started in unison.  The voice that
boomed from dual speakers sounded electronic.

Jol-Hassik’s
lips trembled.  “Oh, um, this is, um…”

Karin
darted forward to claim the microphone.
“This is Red Scale calling.  Our districts
are under attack from the Haradan.”

Jol-Hassik
began to wring his hands in the same way as his eldest.  Karin stayed
focused on the microphone.  Her lips moved as if she had more words to
add, but none came out.  This had been
her idea: reaching out to their distant neighbors.  She felt
responsible.

“Is
this Karin Hassik-Ten?”

Karin
blinked a few times.  “Yes.  Yes it is.”
The sound of her name gave her an instance of panic, but then she
realized they likely monitored their news broadcasts.

“The
war between Red Scale and the Haradan is well known to us.  There is no alliance between our lands.”

Karin
exchanged a glance with her father.  He
reclaimed the microphone.

“This
is Governor Jol-Hassik speaking.  We’re
asking for help.”  Pain now weighed down
his voice.  “The Haradan won’t negotiate
for peace.  We just offered them our unconditional
surrender but their response was their most violent raid to date.  They
aren’t interested in conquering us.  They merely want to pillage our
resources.  The mountain reservoirs, the
crop terraces, our two refineries.
They—they’re out to survive by making us extinct.  I don’t know what we
can do anymore.  They’re killing our soldiers by the hundreds.”  He
paused to swallow.  “Now, we don’t have white-coal to spare right
now, but next year we could allocate half the mine’s take as payment.
Not just coal.  We’ve grain and timber too—that we could give
you right off.  The timber I mean.”

“Lohocke
has no need for any of this.”

Jol-Hassik
face grew scrunched.  Karin pulled the
microphone toward her.  

“What
do you need then?  All we’re asking for
is a thousand of your metal men to repel the Haradan.  We’d give you
anything for that.  We’re desperate—surely there’s something,
something that you—“

“We
will provide one thousand soldier robots in exchange for you.”

Karin
and her father froze in the silence that followed.

“In
exchange for what?” Jol-Hassik said.

“In
exchange for Karin Hassik-Ten.”

Karin’s
stomach felt as if it descended from her.
She scarcely noticed her father’s shaky hands gathering around the
microphone.

“What…just
what are you saying?  You want my
daughter?”

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

The
electronic voice said everything in rapid high-pitched monotone.  Karin stared agape at the console, as if a
demon stood before her.  

“Wait
now—what do you want with her?”

“Karin
Hassik-Ten will be taken as a bride for Alpha Leader Eisler Durant.”

Nina
let out an expansive breath of air and dropped into a wooden seat.  “Thank God—they’re going to help us.”

Karin
shot her sister an incredulous glower.

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

Jol-Hassik
frowned.  “Oh…well, this Eisler fellow, I
mean…”

Karin
wrenched the microphone from him.  “Yes,
yes!  It’s agreed!  Sunset tomorrow!”

“This
commitment is irrevocable.”

The
line went dead.  A loud humming noise
filled the small station until Jol-Hassik pushed down the lever to end the
call.  Deep lines formed in jagged
tributaries beside his eyes.  He
swallowed a lump formidable enough for Karin to hear his gulp.

“Oh,
Karin.”

She
crossed her arms.  “What choice did we
have?”  She intended to show
determination.  Heat built in her chest
and then pressure behind her eyes.  She
drew up one slender hand to wipe away a rebellious tear.

The
head of the royal guard (a metal worker who’d been compelled to take the post
after the true guard was maimed) peeked his head into the one-room
station.  

“If
you’re done, governor, we’d best be getting down.  It’s not safe.”

Jol-Hassik
lifted his head to sigh.  “He’s
right.  Come, girls.”  

He
ushered both of them out to the waiting six-wheeled mountain car.  As fate would have it, the station sat on the
peak of their tallest mountain, Mother Dragon.
It was the only place high enough where a signal with far neighboring
lands could be established.  They began
down the winding dirt road.  The mountain
car hugged its surface with splayed wheels like some kind of insect.  The wheels bounced, but the cabin was still—a
great feat for their engineers back at a time when riding up and down the numerous
mountains was a major concern of the country.

Outside
the clear membrane windows were fields of tight red grass, which grew in scale
shaped clusters and glistened in the sunlight.
From the distance the mountain truly looked like the body of a glittering
red-scaled dragon.

Karin
stared, but took in none of this.  She’d
drifted to a numb void where the implications of her fate could not reach her.

“Oh,
Karin,” said her father again, while wiping his tears on a handkerchief.

“He
called them robots,” she said, without emotion.
“I saw that word on the diplomatic files before we rode up here.  I should have called them that instead of
metal men.”

Jol-Hassik
sighed again.  “That’s what the merchant who
went to their land described them to us as.
That’s about all we’ve ever had to go on.  They never did let the diplomat visit.  There was nothing of interest to them in Red
Scale.  Nothing, well, until now.”  His voice broke in the last sentence.

Karin
deplored having used an improper term.
The new land she was entering would already be prejudiced against her
for her ignorance.  

Nina
sat leg to leg with her on the cab’s furred bench.  She focused on her
cuticles.  “I don’t see what the tragedy is.  She’s got to be getting a
better husband than
what our wasted land has to offer.”

Once
back in the manor house Nina flitted away to make wire calls to her
friends.  Karin followed her father into
his cluttered office and sat before his desk.

“I
never could have expected this.  Oh,
Karin.”

She
stared without focus to the side of her.
“I expected not to get a connection, for the call to be ignored, or, if
we did reach them, to simply be turned down.”

“What
shall I do without you?” Jol-Hassik’s voice grew heavy.  “Why couldn’t
they have asked for Nina?  Oh, of course, it breaks my heart to lose
either of you, but you’re such a help to me.
Particularly in these times.
You’ve such a mind for governance.”

“Your
biggest problem is the Haradan.  If these
robots get rid of them then you’ll be running things as they were in peace-time
again, when I still lived with my birth mother.”

“What
glorious times those were.  You could
trust your neighbors.”  His chest rose
and fell.  

Karin
grew contemplative.  “This is the best
outcome.  If you have an army, I don’t
have to worry about you.  About our
country.  This will make everything
right.  Isn’t this the best thing I can
do for our people?  It would be paying my
debt back to you in the greatest way I can.”

He
glanced at her solemnly.  “These are good
thoughts, Karin.”

A
bald soldier, recently promoted to major, knocked on the open door.  They both turned to him.

“It’s
all quiet, governor.  The valley
watchtower says they went back to Jadellor with their loot.  Probably going to be gorging for a while.”

Jol-Hassik
nodded.  “Leave the lightest complement
of men at the boundary.  And tell the
others…tell them this war shall be over soon.”

Karin
had an inclination to lift her head high, but could not.   Instead
she chewed her bottom lip and tried to return to the numbness that would keep
her from a breakdown.  

“We
should…”  She began to speak without a
clear idea on what to say.  Her old habit
of catching the loose ends her father missed came to fore.  “We should open the rice rations for the
three districts that were hit the worst.”

“Oh
yes,” Jol-Hassik said.  “We should do
that.”

Karin
stood.  “I’ll see to it.”

Her
father made a sound, as if to protest, but didn’t let his voice rise before
she’d left.

Making
busy with the task allowed her mind to wander over the many things she had to
put in order before she left.  She had
the mechanic’s daughter Jaxma stay at her elbow to jot down notes for her.  The most pressing matter, finding a new
minister of finance to replace her, was the simplest for her.

“Humbridge
Elator should be given my post.  His
sister is old enough to take his place goat herding.  Humbridge must put his keen mind to our
books.  I know he’ll do just as well as I
did.”

“You’re
on good terms with him?” Jaxma said.

“Yes,
our break-up was amicable.  It just has
to be him.  I taught him almost all I
know.”  They were at the east side of the
manor which looked down into a twisting vine forest.  The foliage was too dense for her to make out
any of Humbridge’s goats, but she knew they were there.  “Pity he’s not around.  I could get that settled.”  

Jaxma
stared out with her, as though trying to spot him.  The moment’s quiet made her wonder if her
skills would be of any use in Lohocke.
Would the ‘Alpha Lord’ share his responsibilities with her?  There was likely a reason they made metal men
and not metal women.  It was significant
that they felt the male form to be the standard, unlike in Red Mount, where
there were as many scarecrows in women’s smocks as men’s trousers.  She feared the Lohocke might regard women as
chattel, the way the Haradan did.  They’d
certainly claimed her as though she were an item up for barter.

“He’s
probably bringing in the herd right now,” Jaxma said.  “It’s getting late.”

Karin
squared her chin.  “You’re right.  Let’s keep moving.”

She
tried to do her own packing early the next day.
Nina’s girlfriends descended onto her bedroom, with tears and words of
encouragement.  She was able to delegate
the chore to them.  There were just a few
books she had to take with her from the shelf in her father’s office.  Nina emerged to block her path with folded
arms.

“Father
says I have to help you dress in a bridal smock and do your hair for you.  You don’t need me to do this, do you?”

“Oh,
Nina, can’t you?”  She frowned.  “Father asked you to because you’re so good
at making your friends look pretty.”

She
fumed.  “I need to dress too, you
know.  When will I have time to see about
myself?”

Karin
shrugged past her.  “I don’t know.”  

Several other matters diverted her.  When dusk colors started to peek up from the
mountains she finally met Nina in her dressing room.

“Thank
God mom didn’t live to see this,” Karin said.
She sat before her dresser table while Nina wove sparkling pink flowers
into her hair.  It was the final touch to
a traditional bride costume of flowing layers of cloth.  

“You’re
talking about your mom?  The factory
worker who died?”  Nina pinned the
flowers in the crown of her long auburn tresses with brutal efficiency.

“You
know I’m talking about our mom, Nina.”  

“I
don’t see why you’re moping.  You’re
getting to marry a rich Lohocke.  Our
mom would have been thrilled.”

Karin
eyed her sister in her mirror.  The
pressure of tears had returned to the back of her eyes.  Her sister was without any worries, because,
as always, her only concern was for her own prosperity.  The thousand robot soldiers ensured
that.  

“You
aren’t going to miss me, Nina?”

Her
lanky sister rolled her eyes.  “Ugh,
don’t try to make me sad when we’re finally getting an end to the war.  You can really be selfish, you know?”

Maybe
it’s good that’s she’s incapable of empathy, Karin thought.  Father is
destroyed over my fate.  Wouldn’t it be
better if he didn’t suffer over it, like Nina?

“You’ll
be fine,” Nina said, and Karin knew the mantra would keep her from any further
thought about it.

***

Jol-Hassik
rode alone with her in the car to the mountain.
He took her hand in his.  “We
hardly spent any time together.  You were
so busy.”

“I
had to make sure everything was settled.”

His
lower lip began to quiver.  “I shall miss
you so dearly, my child.”

“But
I could get to visit, or at least call.”

“Oh,
that would be a great comfort to me.”

Karin
pursed her lips.  “But, if not, there’s a
lot I wanted to say to you.  More than we
have time for.”  She drew a letter from
the pocket of her multi-layered dress.
“Read this once I’m gone.”

Jol-Hassik
cradled it in both hands like a treasure.
She’d written of how grateful she was to be adopted by him and her
mother,
how he’d made her feel as loved as his own true child, and how grateful
she was
for the education and opportunities he’d given her.  This was the debt
she had spoken of.  The letter went on to describe a few matters
he had to see to in her absence, but ended with her assurance that she
would
thrive in most any situation thanks to his care in raising her.  

She
could visualize her father reading it later with tears falling.  If that was the last communication she had with
him she hoped he’d take comfort from it.

“Good
God, look!”  He pointed through the
membrane window beside them.

The
clear silhouette of an army of giants was rising into view.  Karin’s
stomach tightened.  The robots were behemoths, twice as tall as
any man from their cities.  Their heads were
shaped like upside-down buckets and had a single yellow glowing band
where eyes
should have been.  Their chests were
thick rectangles adorned with armor that imitated pectorals and
abdominals.  Black crescent shoulder plates protruded out
on either side with jointed metal tube arms as thick as most men’s
thighs.  For hands they had three long gun barrels
coming from their wrists.  A boxy pelvis
was below the abdomen.  From this came
not legs, but a hexagonal metal skirt with tank treads on either side.

Karin’s
heart raced.  Her father wept beside her.

“Oh,
they kept their word.  They’re honorable
people.  And these things…the Haradan
will run in terror from them.”

She
swallowed while still focused on the hideous army.  Rows of the beasts stretched further than she
could see, up a small side mountain and over its blunted peak.

Jol-Hassik
clasped her elbow and pointed.  “Look at
those ones.”

Grouped
in a cluster in front of the army were six smaller red oval-shaped robots who
would have matched Karin’s height, except that they hovered a foot above the
ground.  Large circular white eyes took
up most of the top third of their round forms.
Karin’s brow rose at the sight of them.
Not only were they less intimidating than the robots, the way they
bobbed up and down in the air made them endearing.  These were the robots to come to the car when
they parked.  

When
they exited Nina and her girlfriends were already gathered near the round
robots.

“They
said no people came,” Nina said.  “Just
metal men and—“

“Are
you Karin Hassik-Ten?” said an oval robot.
Its voice was electronic, but emotive and decidedly female.

Karin
had to clear a lump from her throat before speaking.  “Yes.”
(Her driver was depositing her trunks and suitcases behind her).

A
second round robot moved beside the first and spun so her glowing eyes were on
her peer.  “Pree-pree-longa.”

“Hmm?”
Karin said.

The
robot faced her.  “You’re pretty.  We didn’t know what you would look like.  I think the Alpha Lord will be happy.”

“Oh.”

Jol-Hassik
stepped forward.  “He’s not here?  Eisler Durant, I mean.”

Nina
stamped her foot.  “I told you no people
came.”

“No,”
a third floating robot said.  “You
expected him to come in person?”

He
wet his lips.  “Well I—I didn’t
know.  I presumed there would be some
type of ceremony.

The
same robot started to answer but another interrupted.  “You can have a
ceremony if you want.  Whatever you feel you need.  But we can’t turn
the soldiers over to you
until she’s been given to us.”

Karin
glanced at the imposing robots.  She noticed
one bristling as though growing impatient.
At the same time, four of the red robots extended out banded metal arms
with pinchers for hands from hidden compartments.  They used them to gather up her luggage.

“I
should go now.”

“Oh,
Karin!”  Her father drew her into his
arms with a new swell of tears.

Nina
looked at the robots agog.  “So that’s
it?  There’s no wedding?”

“We
couldn’t arrange something like that remotely,” a robot said with a touch of
irritation.  

“How
are you floating like that, anyway?”
Nina spat out the question with disdain, as though their drifting
annoyed her.  When none of the robots
answered she grumbled and headed back toward their car.  

Karin
reached out for her.  “Nina, give me a
hug goodbye.”

“Oh
forget it.”  She lifted open the car
door.  “Goodbye.”

Her
girlfriends gathered around Karin instead.

“Oh,
you must try to make contact,” Jol-Hassik said.
“Just let me know you’re well.
I’ll ache until I know it.”

“I’m
sure she’ll be able to call you,” a robot said.

Another
thumped her with its round body, almost dropping the trunk it held.
“You don’t know that.  Don’t make promises you might not be able to
keep.”

Karin
blinked a few times while watching them.
They’re just like people.  But
the voice that spoke to us in the station sounded so emotionless…

Loud
clanking started to the side of them.
They looked to see one of the metal behemoths breaking formation.  He rolled on his treads until he was near
Jol-Hassik.

“Are
you our commander?” the robot said with an electronic voice loud enough to
reverberate in Karin’s chest.  

Jol-Hassik
shrank back from it.  “Dear God.”

“Yes,”
Karin said.  “For now he is.  Our major will take command once you’re at
the boundary.”

“Let’s
move out, then,” the robot said.
“There’s a lot of men here wondering what’s in store for them.  They’re getting impatient.  Frankly, so am I.”

Even
these ones, Karin
thought.  They’re like people in metal
bodies.

She
gave her father a final hug.  “I’m sure
I’ll be fine.  They don’t sound
uncivilized.  I’ll send word just as soon
as I can.”

He
fretted as she pulled from him.

Karin
faced the flying robots.  “I’m ready to
go.”

“Are
you sure?  Don’t riddle-longa.”

Karin
made a look of consternation.

“No
slang!” another red robot said.  “Keep it
basic, remember?”

“Oh
right,” the first said.  “Don’t rush, I
mean.”

She
swallowed and nodded.  “I’m sure.”

The
capsule-shaped robot began to grow longer.
Karin’s eyes bulged.  It expanded
until a gap began to form in its center, and then further, until a cushioned
seat for one was revealed.  

“Climb
in, and buckle yourself,” the distorted robot said.  “There’s two buckles that go across you like
an X and another that goes across your lap.”

Karin’s
mouth went dry.  “Oh.”  

Jol-Hassik
and their driver came over to help her.
Karin’s hands trembled as she fastened the buckles.  The robot was still levitating inches from
the ground.  She felt as though she were
on a boat.

“Alright,”
the robot said.  Its voice was all around
her.  “So are you ready?  Hold on to the hand rests.  Close your eyes if you have to.”

Karin
squeezed her eyes closed.  “Oh God.”  She felt herself rising.

“Take
care of yourself, my daughter!  I love
you!  I’ll miss you!  Oh, do be careful with her!”

His
voice was growing distant.  She opened
her eyes to see that he’d become small beneath her.  Nina came out of the car to gape up at
her.  The rest of the red oval robots
were flying with her things in a scattered group about them.

“Goodbye!”
she managed to scream.

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“Remove your clothes,” I said when Jonah was next before me.  “You may not wear them in the presence of myself or Randell.”

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hesitation.  He exposed his exquisite manhood as easily as he had his
pale arms.  Randell and I smiled in unison.

“Now bow.  Bow as deeply as you did yesterday, and design an oath of fealty that you know will be most pleasing to me.”

Before I finished speaking he had thus bowed.  There was only I and
Randell in the throne room with him.  No one was behind him to behold
his exposed anus and testicles.  Pity there was no mirror.

“I wish for you to liberate yourself with this oath, Jonah.  Swear to
embrace all that makes you quiver with fear, so that when you do this
later you can take solace that such acts are in service to your sworn
oath.”

“I…I swear allegiance to my new king and master, to King Caine.”  He
strained to keep the words audible.  “I swear to become…all that he
wishes of me.  To obey him, in all regards, no matter how severe his
demands of me.”  He cleared his throat.  His final words came swifter.  
“I swear this with all my soul…for so long as it pleases my master.  By
Holy Helder, Amen.”

Jonah gasped and his face lifted enough for me to see he was
stricken.  I looked at him very sternly.  Randell smothered laughter
into his hand beside me.

“Did you just commend your oath to Helder?”

Jonah bowed low again.  His voice sounded panicked.  “Forgive me, please…it was…it wasn’t intentional.”

“It was quite a good oath before that,” Randell said.

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peek at me.

“Remain in that position.”

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scrotum at length.  Then I swung the paddle like a pendulum so that the
blade slapped against his ass.

“Ah!”

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The Android’s Bride

“When she spoke of her inability to breed
with the soldier robot you frowned,” C-Raptin said in his electronic
voice.  “Know this:  you can breed with Eisler.  You can—and it will be
expected of you to do so.”

Karin’s mouth grew dry.  “How could we possibly…?”

Karin
is a dedicated administrator in her once prosperous country of Red
Scale.  When their militant neighbors begin a merciless war, Karin and
her Governor father contact the isolated country of Lohocke for help.
All they know of this mysterious neighbor is a legend about metal men.

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not only make contact, but are promised the help they need.  The price?
 Karin must go to Lohocke and become the bride of the Alpha Lord Eisler
Durant.

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Governor
Jol-Hassik leaned close to bulbous microphone attached to a communicator
station as big as an armoire.

“Hello,
hello?”  He glanced back at his two
daughters with his bushy silver brows brought together, then refocused on the
microphone.  “Can anyone from Lohocke
hear me?”  He wet his lips and glanced
back again.  His tallest and eldest daughter,
Nina, wrung her pale hands together.
Karin, his youngest at 25, merely stared.  Her expression was one of stony determination.

“Your
communication is being received.  This is
C-Raptin from Lohocke.”

All
three started in unison.  The voice that
boomed from dual speakers sounded electronic.

Jol-Hassik’s
lips trembled.  “Oh, um, this is, um…”

Karin
darted forward to claim the microphone.
“This is Red Scale calling.  Our districts
are under attack from the Haradan.”

Jol-Hassik
began to wring his hands in the same way as his eldest.  Karin stayed
focused on the microphone.  Her lips moved as if she had more words to
add, but none came out.  This had been
her idea: reaching out to their distant neighbors.  She felt
responsible.

“Is
this Karin Hassik-Ten?”

Karin
blinked a few times.  “Yes.  Yes it is.”
The sound of her name gave her an instance of panic, but then she
realized they likely monitored their news broadcasts.

“The
war between Red Scale and the Haradan is well known to us.  There is no alliance between our lands.”

Karin
exchanged a glance with her father.  He
reclaimed the microphone.

“This
is Governor Jol-Hassik speaking.  We’re
asking for help.”  Pain now weighed down
his voice.  “The Haradan won’t negotiate
for peace.  We just offered them our unconditional
surrender but their response was their most violent raid to date.  They
aren’t interested in conquering us.  They merely want to pillage our
resources.  The mountain reservoirs, the
crop terraces, our two refineries.
They—they’re out to survive by making us extinct.  I don’t know what we
can do anymore.  They’re killing our soldiers by the hundreds.”  He
paused to swallow.  “Now, we don’t have white-coal to spare right
now, but next year we could allocate half the mine’s take as payment.
Not just coal.  We’ve grain and timber too—that we could give
you right off.  The timber I mean.”

“Lohocke
has no need for any of this.”

Jol-Hassik
face grew scrunched.  Karin pulled the
microphone toward her.  

“What
do you need then?  All we’re asking for
is a thousand of your metal men to repel the Haradan.  We’d give you
anything for that.  We’re desperate—surely there’s something,
something that you—“

“We
will provide one thousand soldier robots in exchange for you.”

Karin
and her father froze in the silence that followed.

“In
exchange for what?” Jol-Hassik said.

“In
exchange for Karin Hassik-Ten.”

Karin’s
stomach felt as if it descended from her.
She scarcely noticed her father’s shaky hands gathering around the
microphone.

“What…just
what are you saying?  You want my
daughter?”

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

The
electronic voice said everything in rapid high-pitched monotone.  Karin stared agape at the console, as if a
demon stood before her.  

“Wait
now—what do you want with her?”

“Karin
Hassik-Ten will be taken as a bride for Alpha Leader Eisler Durant.”

Nina
let out an expansive breath of air and dropped into a wooden seat.  “Thank God—they’re going to help us.”

Karin
shot her sister an incredulous glower.

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

Jol-Hassik
frowned.  “Oh…well, this Eisler fellow, I
mean…”

Karin
wrenched the microphone from him.  “Yes,
yes!  It’s agreed!  Sunset tomorrow!”

“This
commitment is irrevocable.”

The
line went dead.  A loud humming noise
filled the small station until Jol-Hassik pushed down the lever to end the
call.  Deep lines formed in jagged
tributaries beside his eyes.  He
swallowed a lump formidable enough for Karin to hear his gulp.

“Oh,
Karin.”

She
crossed her arms.  “What choice did we
have?”  She intended to show
determination.  Heat built in her chest
and then pressure behind her eyes.  She
drew up one slender hand to wipe away a rebellious tear.

The
head of the royal guard (a metal worker who’d been compelled to take the post
after the true guard was maimed) peeked his head into the one-room
station.  

“If
you’re done, governor, we’d best be getting down.  It’s not safe.”

Jol-Hassik
lifted his head to sigh.  “He’s
right.  Come, girls.”  

He
ushered both of them out to the waiting six-wheeled mountain car.  As fate would have it, the station sat on the
peak of their tallest mountain, Mother Dragon.
It was the only place high enough where a signal with far neighboring
lands could be established.  They began
down the winding dirt road.  The mountain
car hugged its surface with splayed wheels like some kind of insect.  The wheels bounced, but the cabin was still—a
great feat for their engineers back at a time when riding up and down the numerous
mountains was a major concern of the country.

Outside
the clear membrane windows were fields of tight red grass, which grew in scale
shaped clusters and glistened in the sunlight.
From the distance the mountain truly looked like the body of a glittering
red-scaled dragon.

Karin
stared, but took in none of this.  She’d
drifted to a numb void where the implications of her fate could not reach her.

“Oh,
Karin,” said her father again, while wiping his tears on a handkerchief.

“He
called them robots,” she said, without emotion.
“I saw that word on the diplomatic files before we rode up here.  I should have called them that instead of
metal men.”

Jol-Hassik
sighed again.  “That’s what the merchant who
went to their land described them to us as.
That’s about all we’ve ever had to go on.  They never did let the diplomat visit.  There was nothing of interest to them in Red
Scale.  Nothing, well, until now.”  His voice broke in the last sentence.

Karin
deplored having used an improper term.
The new land she was entering would already be prejudiced against her
for her ignorance.  

Nina
sat leg to leg with her on the cab’s furred bench.  She focused on her
cuticles.  “I don’t see what the tragedy is.  She’s got to be getting a
better husband than
what our wasted land has to offer.”

Once
back in the manor house Nina flitted away to make wire calls to her
friends.  Karin followed her father into
his cluttered office and sat before his desk.

“I
never could have expected this.  Oh,
Karin.”

She
stared without focus to the side of her.
“I expected not to get a connection, for the call to be ignored, or, if
we did reach them, to simply be turned down.”

“What
shall I do without you?” Jol-Hassik’s voice grew heavy.  “Why couldn’t
they have asked for Nina?  Oh, of course, it breaks my heart to lose
either of you, but you’re such a help to me.
Particularly in these times.
You’ve such a mind for governance.”

“Your
biggest problem is the Haradan.  If these
robots get rid of them then you’ll be running things as they were in peace-time
again, when I still lived with my birth mother.”

“What
glorious times those were.  You could
trust your neighbors.”  His chest rose
and fell.  

Karin
grew contemplative.  “This is the best
outcome.  If you have an army, I don’t
have to worry about you.  About our
country.  This will make everything
right.  Isn’t this the best thing I can
do for our people?  It would be paying my
debt back to you in the greatest way I can.”

He
glanced at her solemnly.  “These are good
thoughts, Karin.”

A
bald soldier, recently promoted to major, knocked on the open door.  They both turned to him.

“It’s
all quiet, governor.  The valley
watchtower says they went back to Jadellor with their loot.  Probably going to be gorging for a while.”

Jol-Hassik
nodded.  “Leave the lightest complement
of men at the boundary.  And tell the
others…tell them this war shall be over soon.”

Karin
had an inclination to lift her head high, but could not.   Instead
she chewed her bottom lip and tried to return to the numbness that would keep
her from a breakdown.  

“We
should…”  She began to speak without a
clear idea on what to say.  Her old habit
of catching the loose ends her father missed came to fore.  “We should open the rice rations for the
three districts that were hit the worst.”

“Oh
yes,” Jol-Hassik said.  “We should do
that.”

Karin
stood.  “I’ll see to it.”

Her
father made a sound, as if to protest, but didn’t let his voice rise before
she’d left.

Making
busy with the task allowed her mind to wander over the many things she had to
put in order before she left.  She had
the mechanic’s daughter Jaxma stay at her elbow to jot down notes for her.  The most pressing matter, finding a new
minister of finance to replace her, was the simplest for her.

“Humbridge
Elator should be given my post.  His
sister is old enough to take his place goat herding.  Humbridge must put his keen mind to our
books.  I know he’ll do just as well as I
did.”

“You’re
on good terms with him?” Jaxma said.

“Yes,
our break-up was amicable.  It just has
to be him.  I taught him almost all I
know.”  They were at the east side of the
manor which looked down into a twisting vine forest.  The foliage was too dense for her to make out
any of Humbridge’s goats, but she knew they were there.  “Pity he’s not around.  I could get that settled.”  

Jaxma
stared out with her, as though trying to spot him.  The moment’s quiet made her wonder if her
skills would be of any use in Lohocke.
Would the ‘Alpha Lord’ share his responsibilities with her?  There was likely a reason they made metal men
and not metal women.  It was significant
that they felt the male form to be the standard, unlike in Red Mount, where
there were as many scarecrows in women’s smocks as men’s trousers.  She feared the Lohocke might regard women as
chattel, the way the Haradan did.  They’d
certainly claimed her as though she were an item up for barter.

“He’s
probably bringing in the herd right now,” Jaxma said.  “It’s getting late.”

Karin
squared her chin.  “You’re right.  Let’s keep moving.”

She
tried to do her own packing early the next day.
Nina’s girlfriends descended onto her bedroom, with tears and words of
encouragement.  She was able to delegate
the chore to them.  There were just a few
books she had to take with her from the shelf in her father’s office.  Nina emerged to block her path with folded
arms.

“Father
says I have to help you dress in a bridal smock and do your hair for you.  You don’t need me to do this, do you?”

“Oh,
Nina, can’t you?”  She frowned.  “Father asked you to because you’re so good
at making your friends look pretty.”

She
fumed.  “I need to dress too, you
know.  When will I have time to see about
myself?”

Karin
shrugged past her.  “I don’t know.”  

Several other matters diverted her.  When dusk colors started to peek up from the
mountains she finally met Nina in her dressing room.

“Thank
God mom didn’t live to see this,” Karin said.
She sat before her dresser table while Nina wove sparkling pink flowers
into her hair.  It was the final touch to
a traditional bride costume of flowing layers of cloth.  

“You’re
talking about your mom?  The factory
worker who died?”  Nina pinned the
flowers in the crown of her long auburn tresses with brutal efficiency.

“You
know I’m talking about our mom, Nina.”  

“I
don’t see why you’re moping.  You’re
getting to marry a rich Lohocke.  Our
mom would have been thrilled.”

Karin
eyed her sister in her mirror.  The
pressure of tears had returned to the back of her eyes.  Her sister was without any worries, because,
as always, her only concern was for her own prosperity.  The thousand robot soldiers ensured
that.  

“You
aren’t going to miss me, Nina?”

Her
lanky sister rolled her eyes.  “Ugh,
don’t try to make me sad when we’re finally getting an end to the war.  You can really be selfish, you know?”

Maybe
it’s good that’s she’s incapable of empathy, Karin thought.  Father is
destroyed over my fate.  Wouldn’t it be
better if he didn’t suffer over it, like Nina?

“You’ll
be fine,” Nina said, and Karin knew the mantra would keep her from any further
thought about it.

***

Jol-Hassik
rode alone with her in the car to the mountain.
He took her hand in his.  “We
hardly spent any time together.  You were
so busy.”

“I
had to make sure everything was settled.”

His
lower lip began to quiver.  “I shall miss
you so dearly, my child.”

“But
I could get to visit, or at least call.”

“Oh,
that would be a great comfort to me.”

Karin
pursed her lips.  “But, if not, there’s a
lot I wanted to say to you.  More than we
have time for.”  She drew a letter from
the pocket of her multi-layered dress.
“Read this once I’m gone.”

Jol-Hassik
cradled it in both hands like a treasure.
She’d written of how grateful she was to be adopted by him and her
mother,
how he’d made her feel as loved as his own true child, and how grateful
she was
for the education and opportunities he’d given her.  This was the debt
she had spoken of.  The letter went on to describe a few matters
he had to see to in her absence, but ended with her assurance that she
would
thrive in most any situation thanks to his care in raising her.  

She
could visualize her father reading it later with tears falling.  If that was the last communication she had with
him she hoped he’d take comfort from it.

“Good
God, look!”  He pointed through the
membrane window beside them.

The
clear silhouette of an army of giants was rising into view.  Karin’s
stomach tightened.  The robots were behemoths, twice as tall as
any man from their cities.  Their heads were
shaped like upside-down buckets and had a single yellow glowing band
where eyes
should have been.  Their chests were
thick rectangles adorned with armor that imitated pectorals and
abdominals.  Black crescent shoulder plates protruded out
on either side with jointed metal tube arms as thick as most men’s
thighs.  For hands they had three long gun barrels
coming from their wrists.  A boxy pelvis
was below the abdomen.  From this came
not legs, but a hexagonal metal skirt with tank treads on either side.

Karin’s
heart raced.  Her father wept beside her.

“Oh,
they kept their word.  They’re honorable
people.  And these things…the Haradan
will run in terror from them.”

She
swallowed while still focused on the hideous army.  Rows of the beasts stretched further than she
could see, up a small side mountain and over its blunted peak.

Jol-Hassik
clasped her elbow and pointed.  “Look at
those ones.”

Grouped
in a cluster in front of the army were six smaller red oval-shaped robots who
would have matched Karin’s height, except that they hovered a foot above the
ground.  Large circular white eyes took
up most of the top third of their round forms.
Karin’s brow rose at the sight of them.
Not only were they less intimidating than the robots, the way they
bobbed up and down in the air made them endearing.  These were the robots to come to the car when
they parked.  

When
they exited Nina and her girlfriends were already gathered near the round
robots.

“They
said no people came,” Nina said.  “Just
metal men and—“

“Are
you Karin Hassik-Ten?” said an oval robot.
Its voice was electronic, but emotive and decidedly female.

Karin
had to clear a lump from her throat before speaking.  “Yes.”
(Her driver was depositing her trunks and suitcases behind her).

A
second round robot moved beside the first and spun so her glowing eyes were on
her peer.  “Pree-pree-longa.”

“Hmm?”
Karin said.

The
robot faced her.  “You’re pretty.  We didn’t know what you would look like.  I think the Alpha Lord will be happy.”

“Oh.”

Jol-Hassik
stepped forward.  “He’s not here?  Eisler Durant, I mean.”

Nina
stamped her foot.  “I told you no people
came.”

“No,”
a third floating robot said.  “You
expected him to come in person?”

He
wet his lips.  “Well I—I didn’t
know.  I presumed there would be some
type of ceremony.

The
same robot started to answer but another interrupted.  “You can have a
ceremony if you want.  Whatever you feel you need.  But we can’t turn
the soldiers over to you
until she’s been given to us.”

Karin
glanced at the imposing robots.  She noticed
one bristling as though growing impatient.
At the same time, four of the red robots extended out banded metal arms
with pinchers for hands from hidden compartments.  They used them to gather up her luggage.

“I
should go now.”

“Oh,
Karin!”  Her father drew her into his
arms with a new swell of tears.

Nina
looked at the robots agog.  “So that’s
it?  There’s no wedding?”

“We
couldn’t arrange something like that remotely,” a robot said with a touch of
irritation.  

“How
are you floating like that, anyway?”
Nina spat out the question with disdain, as though their drifting
annoyed her.  When none of the robots
answered she grumbled and headed back toward their car.  

Karin
reached out for her.  “Nina, give me a
hug goodbye.”

“Oh
forget it.”  She lifted open the car
door.  “Goodbye.”

Her
girlfriends gathered around Karin instead.

“Oh,
you must try to make contact,” Jol-Hassik said.
“Just let me know you’re well.
I’ll ache until I know it.”

“I’m
sure she’ll be able to call you,” a robot said.

Another
thumped her with its round body, almost dropping the trunk it held.
“You don’t know that.  Don’t make promises you might not be able to
keep.”

Karin
blinked a few times while watching them.
They’re just like people.  But
the voice that spoke to us in the station sounded so emotionless…

Loud
clanking started to the side of them.
They looked to see one of the metal behemoths breaking formation.  He rolled on his treads until he was near
Jol-Hassik.

“Are
you our commander?” the robot said with an electronic voice loud enough to
reverberate in Karin’s chest.  

Jol-Hassik
shrank back from it.  “Dear God.”

“Yes,”
Karin said.  “For now he is.  Our major will take command once you’re at
the boundary.”

“Let’s
move out, then,” the robot said.
“There’s a lot of men here wondering what’s in store for them.  They’re getting impatient.  Frankly, so am I.”

Even
these ones, Karin
thought.  They’re like people in metal
bodies.

She
gave her father a final hug.  “I’m sure
I’ll be fine.  They don’t sound
uncivilized.  I’ll send word just as soon
as I can.”

He
fretted as she pulled from him.

Karin
faced the flying robots.  “I’m ready to
go.”

“Are
you sure?  Don’t riddle-longa.”

Karin
made a look of consternation.

“No
slang!” another red robot said.  “Keep it
basic, remember?”

“Oh
right,” the first said.  “Don’t rush, I
mean.”

She
swallowed and nodded.  “I’m sure.”

The
capsule-shaped robot began to grow longer.
Karin’s eyes bulged.  It expanded
until a gap began to form in its center, and then further, until a cushioned
seat for one was revealed.  

“Climb
in, and buckle yourself,” the distorted robot said.  “There’s two buckles that go across you like
an X and another that goes across your lap.”

Karin’s
mouth went dry.  “Oh.”  

Jol-Hassik
and their driver came over to help her.
Karin’s hands trembled as she fastened the buckles.  The robot was still levitating inches from
the ground.  She felt as though she were
on a boat.

“Alright,”
the robot said.  Its voice was all around
her.  “So are you ready?  Hold on to the hand rests.  Close your eyes if you have to.”

Karin
squeezed her eyes closed.  “Oh God.”  She felt herself rising.

“Take
care of yourself, my daughter!  I love
you!  I’ll miss you!  Oh, do be careful with her!”

His
voice was growing distant.  She opened
her eyes to see that he’d become small beneath her.  Nina came out of the car to gape up at
her.  The rest of the red oval robots
were flying with her things in a scattered group about them.

“Goodbye!”
she managed to scream.

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“When she spoke of her inability to breed
with the soldier robot you frowned,” C-Raptin said in his electronic
voice.  “Know this:  you can breed with Eisler.  You can—and it will be
expected of you to do so.”

Karin’s mouth grew dry.  “How could we possibly…?”

Karin
is a dedicated administrator in her once prosperous country of Red
Scale.  When their militant neighbors begin a merciless war, Karin and
her Governor father contact the isolated country of Lohocke for help.
All they know of this mysterious neighbor is a legend about metal men.

They
not only make contact, but are promised the help they need.  The price?
 Karin must go to Lohocke and become the bride of the Alpha Lord Eisler
Durant.

Karin has been tied to Lohocke in an intricate way since
her birth.  She’s ready to accept her destiny at the Alpha Lord’s
side—even if he’s not the man she expected.

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Governor
Jol-Hassik leaned close to bulbous microphone attached to a communicator
station as big as an armoire.

“Hello,
hello?”  He glanced back at his two
daughters with his bushy silver brows brought together, then refocused on the
microphone.  “Can anyone from Lohocke
hear me?”  He wet his lips and glanced
back again.  His tallest and eldest daughter,
Nina, wrung her pale hands together.
Karin, his youngest at 25, merely stared.  Her expression was one of stony determination.

“Your
communication is being received.  This is
C-Raptin from Lohocke.”

All
three started in unison.  The voice that
boomed from dual speakers sounded electronic.

Jol-Hassik’s
lips trembled.  “Oh, um, this is, um…”

Karin
darted forward to claim the microphone.
“This is Red Scale calling.  Our districts
are under attack from the Haradan.”

Jol-Hassik
began to wring his hands in the same way as his eldest.  Karin stayed
focused on the microphone.  Her lips moved as if she had more words to
add, but none came out.  This had been
her idea: reaching out to their distant neighbors.  She felt
responsible.

“Is
this Karin Hassik-Ten?”

Karin
blinked a few times.  “Yes.  Yes it is.”
The sound of her name gave her an instance of panic, but then she
realized they likely monitored their news broadcasts.

“The
war between Red Scale and the Haradan is well known to us.  There is no alliance between our lands.”

Karin
exchanged a glance with her father.  He
reclaimed the microphone.

“This
is Governor Jol-Hassik speaking.  We’re
asking for help.”  Pain now weighed down
his voice.  “The Haradan won’t negotiate
for peace.  We just offered them our unconditional
surrender but their response was their most violent raid to date.  They
aren’t interested in conquering us.  They merely want to pillage our
resources.  The mountain reservoirs, the
crop terraces, our two refineries.
They—they’re out to survive by making us extinct.  I don’t know what we
can do anymore.  They’re killing our soldiers by the hundreds.”  He
paused to swallow.  “Now, we don’t have white-coal to spare right
now, but next year we could allocate half the mine’s take as payment.
Not just coal.  We’ve grain and timber too—that we could give
you right off.  The timber I mean.”

“Lohocke
has no need for any of this.”

Jol-Hassik
face grew scrunched.  Karin pulled the
microphone toward her.  

“What
do you need then?  All we’re asking for
is a thousand of your metal men to repel the Haradan.  We’d give you
anything for that.  We’re desperate—surely there’s something,
something that you—“

“We
will provide one thousand soldier robots in exchange for you.”

Karin
and her father froze in the silence that followed.

“In
exchange for what?” Jol-Hassik said.

“In
exchange for Karin Hassik-Ten.”

Karin’s
stomach felt as if it descended from her.
She scarcely noticed her father’s shaky hands gathering around the
microphone.

“What…just
what are you saying?  You want my
daughter?”

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

The
electronic voice said everything in rapid high-pitched monotone.  Karin stared agape at the console, as if a
demon stood before her.  

“Wait
now—what do you want with her?”

“Karin
Hassik-Ten will be taken as a bride for Alpha Leader Eisler Durant.”

Nina
let out an expansive breath of air and dropped into a wooden seat.  “Thank God—they’re going to help us.”

Karin
shot her sister an incredulous glower.

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

Jol-Hassik
frowned.  “Oh…well, this Eisler fellow, I
mean…”

Karin
wrenched the microphone from him.  “Yes,
yes!  It’s agreed!  Sunset tomorrow!”

“This
commitment is irrevocable.”

The
line went dead.  A loud humming noise
filled the small station until Jol-Hassik pushed down the lever to end the
call.  Deep lines formed in jagged
tributaries beside his eyes.  He
swallowed a lump formidable enough for Karin to hear his gulp.

“Oh,
Karin.”

She
crossed her arms.  “What choice did we
have?”  She intended to show
determination.  Heat built in her chest
and then pressure behind her eyes.  She
drew up one slender hand to wipe away a rebellious tear.

The
head of the royal guard (a metal worker who’d been compelled to take the post
after the true guard was maimed) peeked his head into the one-room
station.  

“If
you’re done, governor, we’d best be getting down.  It’s not safe.”

Jol-Hassik
lifted his head to sigh.  “He’s
right.  Come, girls.”  

He
ushered both of them out to the waiting six-wheeled mountain car.  As fate would have it, the station sat on the
peak of their tallest mountain, Mother Dragon.
It was the only place high enough where a signal with far neighboring
lands could be established.  They began
down the winding dirt road.  The mountain
car hugged its surface with splayed wheels like some kind of insect.  The wheels bounced, but the cabin was still—a
great feat for their engineers back at a time when riding up and down the numerous
mountains was a major concern of the country.

Outside
the clear membrane windows were fields of tight red grass, which grew in scale
shaped clusters and glistened in the sunlight.
From the distance the mountain truly looked like the body of a glittering
red-scaled dragon.

Karin
stared, but took in none of this.  She’d
drifted to a numb void where the implications of her fate could not reach her.

“Oh,
Karin,” said her father again, while wiping his tears on a handkerchief.

“He
called them robots,” she said, without emotion.
“I saw that word on the diplomatic files before we rode up here.  I should have called them that instead of
metal men.”

Jol-Hassik
sighed again.  “That’s what the merchant who
went to their land described them to us as.
That’s about all we’ve ever had to go on.  They never did let the diplomat visit.  There was nothing of interest to them in Red
Scale.  Nothing, well, until now.”  His voice broke in the last sentence.

Karin
deplored having used an improper term.
The new land she was entering would already be prejudiced against her
for her ignorance.  

Nina
sat leg to leg with her on the cab’s furred bench.  She focused on her
cuticles.  “I don’t see what the tragedy is.  She’s got to be getting a
better husband than
what our wasted land has to offer.”

Once
back in the manor house Nina flitted away to make wire calls to her
friends.  Karin followed her father into
his cluttered office and sat before his desk.

“I
never could have expected this.  Oh,
Karin.”

She
stared without focus to the side of her.
“I expected not to get a connection, for the call to be ignored, or, if
we did reach them, to simply be turned down.”

“What
shall I do without you?” Jol-Hassik’s voice grew heavy.  “Why couldn’t
they have asked for Nina?  Oh, of course, it breaks my heart to lose
either of you, but you’re such a help to me.
Particularly in these times.
You’ve such a mind for governance.”

“Your
biggest problem is the Haradan.  If these
robots get rid of them then you’ll be running things as they were in peace-time
again, when I still lived with my birth mother.”

“What
glorious times those were.  You could
trust your neighbors.”  His chest rose
and fell.  

Karin
grew contemplative.  “This is the best
outcome.  If you have an army, I don’t
have to worry about you.  About our
country.  This will make everything
right.  Isn’t this the best thing I can
do for our people?  It would be paying my
debt back to you in the greatest way I can.”

He
glanced at her solemnly.  “These are good
thoughts, Karin.”

A
bald soldier, recently promoted to major, knocked on the open door.  They both turned to him.

“It’s
all quiet, governor.  The valley
watchtower says they went back to Jadellor with their loot.  Probably going to be gorging for a while.”

Jol-Hassik
nodded.  “Leave the lightest complement
of men at the boundary.  And tell the
others…tell them this war shall be over soon.”

Karin
had an inclination to lift her head high, but could not.   Instead
she chewed her bottom lip and tried to return to the numbness that would keep
her from a breakdown.  

“We
should…”  She began to speak without a
clear idea on what to say.  Her old habit
of catching the loose ends her father missed came to fore.  “We should open the rice rations for the
three districts that were hit the worst.”

“Oh
yes,” Jol-Hassik said.  “We should do
that.”

Karin
stood.  “I’ll see to it.”

Her
father made a sound, as if to protest, but didn’t let his voice rise before
she’d left.

Making
busy with the task allowed her mind to wander over the many things she had to
put in order before she left.  She had
the mechanic’s daughter Jaxma stay at her elbow to jot down notes for her.  The most pressing matter, finding a new
minister of finance to replace her, was the simplest for her.

“Humbridge
Elator should be given my post.  His
sister is old enough to take his place goat herding.  Humbridge must put his keen mind to our
books.  I know he’ll do just as well as I
did.”

“You’re
on good terms with him?” Jaxma said.

“Yes,
our break-up was amicable.  It just has
to be him.  I taught him almost all I
know.”  They were at the east side of the
manor which looked down into a twisting vine forest.  The foliage was too dense for her to make out
any of Humbridge’s goats, but she knew they were there.  “Pity he’s not around.  I could get that settled.”  

Jaxma
stared out with her, as though trying to spot him.  The moment’s quiet made her wonder if her
skills would be of any use in Lohocke.
Would the ‘Alpha Lord’ share his responsibilities with her?  There was likely a reason they made metal men
and not metal women.  It was significant
that they felt the male form to be the standard, unlike in Red Mount, where
there were as many scarecrows in women’s smocks as men’s trousers.  She feared the Lohocke might regard women as
chattel, the way the Haradan did.  They’d
certainly claimed her as though she were an item up for barter.

“He’s
probably bringing in the herd right now,” Jaxma said.  “It’s getting late.”

Karin
squared her chin.  “You’re right.  Let’s keep moving.”

She
tried to do her own packing early the next day.
Nina’s girlfriends descended onto her bedroom, with tears and words of
encouragement.  She was able to delegate
the chore to them.  There were just a few
books she had to take with her from the shelf in her father’s office.  Nina emerged to block her path with folded
arms.

“Father
says I have to help you dress in a bridal smock and do your hair for you.  You don’t need me to do this, do you?”

“Oh,
Nina, can’t you?”  She frowned.  “Father asked you to because you’re so good
at making your friends look pretty.”

She
fumed.  “I need to dress too, you
know.  When will I have time to see about
myself?”

Karin
shrugged past her.  “I don’t know.”  

Several other matters diverted her.  When dusk colors started to peek up from the
mountains she finally met Nina in her dressing room.

“Thank
God mom didn’t live to see this,” Karin said.
She sat before her dresser table while Nina wove sparkling pink flowers
into her hair.  It was the final touch to
a traditional bride costume of flowing layers of cloth.  

“You’re
talking about your mom?  The factory
worker who died?”  Nina pinned the
flowers in the crown of her long auburn tresses with brutal efficiency.

“You
know I’m talking about our mom, Nina.”  

“I
don’t see why you’re moping.  You’re
getting to marry a rich Lohocke.  Our
mom would have been thrilled.”

Karin
eyed her sister in her mirror.  The
pressure of tears had returned to the back of her eyes.  Her sister was without any worries, because,
as always, her only concern was for her own prosperity.  The thousand robot soldiers ensured
that.  

“You
aren’t going to miss me, Nina?”

Her
lanky sister rolled her eyes.  “Ugh,
don’t try to make me sad when we’re finally getting an end to the war.  You can really be selfish, you know?”

Maybe
it’s good that’s she’s incapable of empathy, Karin thought.  Father is
destroyed over my fate.  Wouldn’t it be
better if he didn’t suffer over it, like Nina?

“You’ll
be fine,” Nina said, and Karin knew the mantra would keep her from any further
thought about it.

***

Jol-Hassik
rode alone with her in the car to the mountain.
He took her hand in his.  “We
hardly spent any time together.  You were
so busy.”

“I
had to make sure everything was settled.”

His
lower lip began to quiver.  “I shall miss
you so dearly, my child.”

“But
I could get to visit, or at least call.”

“Oh,
that would be a great comfort to me.”

Karin
pursed her lips.  “But, if not, there’s a
lot I wanted to say to you.  More than we
have time for.”  She drew a letter from
the pocket of her multi-layered dress.
“Read this once I’m gone.”

Jol-Hassik
cradled it in both hands like a treasure.
She’d written of how grateful she was to be adopted by him and her
mother,
how he’d made her feel as loved as his own true child, and how grateful
she was
for the education and opportunities he’d given her.  This was the debt
she had spoken of.  The letter went on to describe a few matters
he had to see to in her absence, but ended with her assurance that she
would
thrive in most any situation thanks to his care in raising her.  

She
could visualize her father reading it later with tears falling.  If that was the last communication she had with
him she hoped he’d take comfort from it.

“Good
God, look!”  He pointed through the
membrane window beside them.

The
clear silhouette of an army of giants was rising into view.  Karin’s
stomach tightened.  The robots were behemoths, twice as tall as
any man from their cities.  Their heads were
shaped like upside-down buckets and had a single yellow glowing band
where eyes
should have been.  Their chests were
thick rectangles adorned with armor that imitated pectorals and
abdominals.  Black crescent shoulder plates protruded out
on either side with jointed metal tube arms as thick as most men’s
thighs.  For hands they had three long gun barrels
coming from their wrists.  A boxy pelvis
was below the abdomen.  From this came
not legs, but a hexagonal metal skirt with tank treads on either side.

Karin’s
heart raced.  Her father wept beside her.

“Oh,
they kept their word.  They’re honorable
people.  And these things…the Haradan
will run in terror from them.”

She
swallowed while still focused on the hideous army.  Rows of the beasts stretched further than she
could see, up a small side mountain and over its blunted peak.

Jol-Hassik
clasped her elbow and pointed.  “Look at
those ones.”

Grouped
in a cluster in front of the army were six smaller red oval-shaped robots who
would have matched Karin’s height, except that they hovered a foot above the
ground.  Large circular white eyes took
up most of the top third of their round forms.
Karin’s brow rose at the sight of them.
Not only were they less intimidating than the robots, the way they
bobbed up and down in the air made them endearing.  These were the robots to come to the car when
they parked.  

When
they exited Nina and her girlfriends were already gathered near the round
robots.

“They
said no people came,” Nina said.  “Just
metal men and—“

“Are
you Karin Hassik-Ten?” said an oval robot.
Its voice was electronic, but emotive and decidedly female.

Karin
had to clear a lump from her throat before speaking.  “Yes.”
(Her driver was depositing her trunks and suitcases behind her).

A
second round robot moved beside the first and spun so her glowing eyes were on
her peer.  “Pree-pree-longa.”

“Hmm?”
Karin said.

The
robot faced her.  “You’re pretty.  We didn’t know what you would look like.  I think the Alpha Lord will be happy.”

“Oh.”

Jol-Hassik
stepped forward.  “He’s not here?  Eisler Durant, I mean.”

Nina
stamped her foot.  “I told you no people
came.”

“No,”
a third floating robot said.  “You
expected him to come in person?”

He
wet his lips.  “Well I—I didn’t
know.  I presumed there would be some
type of ceremony.

The
same robot started to answer but another interrupted.  “You can have a
ceremony if you want.  Whatever you feel you need.  But we can’t turn
the soldiers over to you
until she’s been given to us.”

Karin
glanced at the imposing robots.  She noticed
one bristling as though growing impatient.
At the same time, four of the red robots extended out banded metal arms
with pinchers for hands from hidden compartments.  They used them to gather up her luggage.

“I
should go now.”

“Oh,
Karin!”  Her father drew her into his
arms with a new swell of tears.

Nina
looked at the robots agog.  “So that’s
it?  There’s no wedding?”

“We
couldn’t arrange something like that remotely,” a robot said with a touch of
irritation.  

“How
are you floating like that, anyway?”
Nina spat out the question with disdain, as though their drifting
annoyed her.  When none of the robots
answered she grumbled and headed back toward their car.  

Karin
reached out for her.  “Nina, give me a
hug goodbye.”

“Oh
forget it.”  She lifted open the car
door.  “Goodbye.”

Her
girlfriends gathered around Karin instead.

“Oh,
you must try to make contact,” Jol-Hassik said.
“Just let me know you’re well.
I’ll ache until I know it.”

“I’m
sure she’ll be able to call you,” a robot said.

Another
thumped her with its round body, almost dropping the trunk it held.
“You don’t know that.  Don’t make promises you might not be able to
keep.”

Karin
blinked a few times while watching them.
They’re just like people.  But
the voice that spoke to us in the station sounded so emotionless…

Loud
clanking started to the side of them.
They looked to see one of the metal behemoths breaking formation.  He rolled on his treads until he was near
Jol-Hassik.

“Are
you our commander?” the robot said with an electronic voice loud enough to
reverberate in Karin’s chest.  

Jol-Hassik
shrank back from it.  “Dear God.”

“Yes,”
Karin said.  “For now he is.  Our major will take command once you’re at
the boundary.”

“Let’s
move out, then,” the robot said.
“There’s a lot of men here wondering what’s in store for them.  They’re getting impatient.  Frankly, so am I.”

Even
these ones, Karin
thought.  They’re like people in metal
bodies.

She
gave her father a final hug.  “I’m sure
I’ll be fine.  They don’t sound
uncivilized.  I’ll send word just as soon
as I can.”

He
fretted as she pulled from him.

Karin
faced the flying robots.  “I’m ready to
go.”

“Are
you sure?  Don’t riddle-longa.”

Karin
made a look of consternation.

“No
slang!” another red robot said.  “Keep it
basic, remember?”

“Oh
right,” the first said.  “Don’t rush, I
mean.”

She
swallowed and nodded.  “I’m sure.”

The
capsule-shaped robot began to grow longer.
Karin’s eyes bulged.  It expanded
until a gap began to form in its center, and then further, until a cushioned
seat for one was revealed.  

“Climb
in, and buckle yourself,” the distorted robot said.  “There’s two buckles that go across you like
an X and another that goes across your lap.”

Karin’s
mouth went dry.  “Oh.”  

Jol-Hassik
and their driver came over to help her.
Karin’s hands trembled as she fastened the buckles.  The robot was still levitating inches from
the ground.  She felt as though she were
on a boat.

“Alright,”
the robot said.  Its voice was all around
her.  “So are you ready?  Hold on to the hand rests.  Close your eyes if you have to.”

Karin
squeezed her eyes closed.  “Oh God.”  She felt herself rising.

“Take
care of yourself, my daughter!  I love
you!  I’ll miss you!  Oh, do be careful with her!”

His
voice was growing distant.  She opened
her eyes to see that he’d become small beneath her.  Nina came out of the car to gape up at
her.  The rest of the red oval robots
were flying with her things in a scattered group about them.

“Goodbye!”
she managed to scream.

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The Android’s Bride

“When she spoke of her inability to breed
with the soldier robot you frowned,” C-Raptin said in his electronic
voice.  “Know this:  you can breed with Eisler.  You can—and it will be
expected of you to do so.”

Karin’s mouth grew dry.  “How could we possibly…?”

Karin
is a dedicated administrator in her once prosperous country of Red
Scale.  When their militant neighbors begin a merciless war, Karin and
her Governor father contact the isolated country of Lohocke for help.
All they know of this mysterious neighbor is a legend about metal men.

They
not only make contact, but are promised the help they need.  The price?
 Karin must go to Lohocke and become the bride of the Alpha Lord Eisler
Durant.

Karin has been tied to Lohocke in an intricate way since
her birth.  She’s ready to accept her destiny at the Alpha Lord’s
side—even if he’s not the man she expected.

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Governor
Jol-Hassik leaned close to bulbous microphone attached to a communicator
station as big as an armoire.

“Hello,
hello?”  He glanced back at his two
daughters with his bushy silver brows brought together, then refocused on the
microphone.  “Can anyone from Lohocke
hear me?”  He wet his lips and glanced
back again.  His tallest and eldest daughter,
Nina, wrung her pale hands together.
Karin, his youngest at 25, merely stared.  Her expression was one of stony determination.

“Your
communication is being received.  This is
C-Raptin from Lohocke.”

All
three started in unison.  The voice that
boomed from dual speakers sounded electronic.

Jol-Hassik’s
lips trembled.  “Oh, um, this is, um…”

Karin
darted forward to claim the microphone.
“This is Red Scale calling.  Our districts
are under attack from the Haradan.”

Jol-Hassik
began to wring his hands in the same way as his eldest.  Karin stayed
focused on the microphone.  Her lips moved as if she had more words to
add, but none came out.  This had been
her idea: reaching out to their distant neighbors.  She felt
responsible.

“Is
this Karin Hassik-Ten?”

Karin
blinked a few times.  “Yes.  Yes it is.”
The sound of her name gave her an instance of panic, but then she
realized they likely monitored their news broadcasts.

“The
war between Red Scale and the Haradan is well known to us.  There is no alliance between our lands.”

Karin
exchanged a glance with her father.  He
reclaimed the microphone.

“This
is Governor Jol-Hassik speaking.  We’re
asking for help.”  Pain now weighed down
his voice.  “The Haradan won’t negotiate
for peace.  We just offered them our unconditional
surrender but their response was their most violent raid to date.  They
aren’t interested in conquering us.  They merely want to pillage our
resources.  The mountain reservoirs, the
crop terraces, our two refineries.
They—they’re out to survive by making us extinct.  I don’t know what we
can do anymore.  They’re killing our soldiers by the hundreds.”  He
paused to swallow.  “Now, we don’t have white-coal to spare right
now, but next year we could allocate half the mine’s take as payment.
Not just coal.  We’ve grain and timber too—that we could give
you right off.  The timber I mean.”

“Lohocke
has no need for any of this.”

Jol-Hassik
face grew scrunched.  Karin pulled the
microphone toward her.  

“What
do you need then?  All we’re asking for
is a thousand of your metal men to repel the Haradan.  We’d give you
anything for that.  We’re desperate—surely there’s something,
something that you—“

“We
will provide one thousand soldier robots in exchange for you.”

Karin
and her father froze in the silence that followed.

“In
exchange for what?” Jol-Hassik said.

“In
exchange for Karin Hassik-Ten.”

Karin’s
stomach felt as if it descended from her.
She scarcely noticed her father’s shaky hands gathering around the
microphone.

“What…just
what are you saying?  You want my
daughter?”

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

The
electronic voice said everything in rapid high-pitched monotone.  Karin stared agape at the console, as if a
demon stood before her.  

“Wait
now—what do you want with her?”

“Karin
Hassik-Ten will be taken as a bride for Alpha Leader Eisler Durant.”

Nina
let out an expansive breath of air and dropped into a wooden seat.  “Thank God—they’re going to help us.”

Karin
shot her sister an incredulous glower.

“The
exchange shall be made at the western foot of your tallest scale-covered
mountain, sunset tomorrow.  Please
confirm.”

Jol-Hassik
frowned.  “Oh…well, this Eisler fellow, I
mean…”

Karin
wrenched the microphone from him.  “Yes,
yes!  It’s agreed!  Sunset tomorrow!”

“This
commitment is irrevocable.”

The
line went dead.  A loud humming noise
filled the small station until Jol-Hassik pushed down the lever to end the
call.  Deep lines formed in jagged
tributaries beside his eyes.  He
swallowed a lump formidable enough for Karin to hear his gulp.

“Oh,
Karin.”

She
crossed her arms.  “What choice did we
have?”  She intended to show
determination.  Heat built in her chest
and then pressure behind her eyes.  She
drew up one slender hand to wipe away a rebellious tear.

The
head of the royal guard (a metal worker who’d been compelled to take the post
after the true guard was maimed) peeked his head into the one-room
station.  

“If
you’re done, governor, we’d best be getting down.  It’s not safe.”

Jol-Hassik
lifted his head to sigh.  “He’s
right.  Come, girls.”  

He
ushered both of them out to the waiting six-wheeled mountain car.  As fate would have it, the station sat on the
peak of their tallest mountain, Mother Dragon.
It was the only place high enough where a signal with far neighboring
lands could be established.  They began
down the winding dirt road.  The mountain
car hugged its surface with splayed wheels like some kind of insect.  The wheels bounced, but the cabin was still—a
great feat for their engineers back at a time when riding up and down the numerous
mountains was a major concern of the country.

Outside
the clear membrane windows were fields of tight red grass, which grew in scale
shaped clusters and glistened in the sunlight.
From the distance the mountain truly looked like the body of a glittering
red-scaled dragon.

Karin
stared, but took in none of this.  She’d
drifted to a numb void where the implications of her fate could not reach her.

“Oh,
Karin,” said her father again, while wiping his tears on a handkerchief.

“He
called them robots,” she said, without emotion.
“I saw that word on the diplomatic files before we rode up here.  I should have called them that instead of
metal men.”

Jol-Hassik
sighed again.  “That’s what the merchant who
went to their land described them to us as.
That’s about all we’ve ever had to go on.  They never did let the diplomat visit.  There was nothing of interest to them in Red
Scale.  Nothing, well, until now.”  His voice broke in the last sentence.

Karin
deplored having used an improper term.
The new land she was entering would already be prejudiced against her
for her ignorance.  

Nina
sat leg to leg with her on the cab’s furred bench.  She focused on her
cuticles.  “I don’t see what the tragedy is.  She’s got to be getting a
better husband than
what our wasted land has to offer.”

Once
back in the manor house Nina flitted away to make wire calls to her
friends.  Karin followed her father into
his cluttered office and sat before his desk.

“I
never could have expected this.  Oh,
Karin.”

She
stared without focus to the side of her.
“I expected not to get a connection, for the call to be ignored, or, if
we did reach them, to simply be turned down.”

“What
shall I do without you?” Jol-Hassik’s voice grew heavy.  “Why couldn’t
they have asked for Nina?  Oh, of course, it breaks my heart to lose
either of you, but you’re such a help to me.
Particularly in these times.
You’ve such a mind for governance.”

“Your
biggest problem is the Haradan.  If these
robots get rid of them then you’ll be running things as they were in peace-time
again, when I still lived with my birth mother.”

“What
glorious times those were.  You could
trust your neighbors.”  His chest rose
and fell.  

Karin
grew contemplative.  “This is the best
outcome.  If you have an army, I don’t
have to worry about you.  About our
country.  This will make everything
right.  Isn’t this the best thing I can
do for our people?  It would be paying my
debt back to you in the greatest way I can.”

He
glanced at her solemnly.  “These are good
thoughts, Karin.”

A
bald soldier, recently promoted to major, knocked on the open door.  They both turned to him.

“It’s
all quiet, governor.  The valley
watchtower says they went back to Jadellor with their loot.  Probably going to be gorging for a while.”

Jol-Hassik
nodded.  “Leave the lightest complement
of men at the boundary.  And tell the
others…tell them this war shall be over soon.”

Karin
had an inclination to lift her head high, but could not.   Instead
she chewed her bottom lip and tried to return to the numbness that would keep
her from a breakdown.  

“We
should…”  She began to speak without a
clear idea on what to say.  Her old habit
of catching the loose ends her father missed came to fore.  “We should open the rice rations for the
three districts that were hit the worst.”

“Oh
yes,” Jol-Hassik said.  “We should do
that.”

Karin
stood.  “I’ll see to it.”

Her
father made a sound, as if to protest, but didn’t let his voice rise before
she’d left.

Making
busy with the task allowed her mind to wander over the many things she had to
put in order before she left.  She had
the mechanic’s daughter Jaxma stay at her elbow to jot down notes for her.  The most pressing matter, finding a new
minister of finance to replace her, was the simplest for her.

“Humbridge
Elator should be given my post.  His
sister is old enough to take his place goat herding.  Humbridge must put his keen mind to our
books.  I know he’ll do just as well as I
did.”

“You’re
on good terms with him?” Jaxma said.

“Yes,
our break-up was amicable.  It just has
to be him.  I taught him almost all I
know.”  They were at the east side of the
manor which looked down into a twisting vine forest.  The foliage was too dense for her to make out
any of Humbridge’s goats, but she knew they were there.  “Pity he’s not around.  I could get that settled.”  

Jaxma
stared out with her, as though trying to spot him.  The moment’s quiet made her wonder if her
skills would be of any use in Lohocke.
Would the ‘Alpha Lord’ share his responsibilities with her?  There was likely a reason they made metal men
and not metal women.  It was significant
that they felt the male form to be the standard, unlike in Red Mount, where
there were as many scarecrows in women’s smocks as men’s trousers.  She feared the Lohocke might regard women as
chattel, the way the Haradan did.  They’d
certainly claimed her as though she were an item up for barter.

“He’s
probably bringing in the herd right now,” Jaxma said.  “It’s getting late.”

Karin
squared her chin.  “You’re right.  Let’s keep moving.”

She
tried to do her own packing early the next day.
Nina’s girlfriends descended onto her bedroom, with tears and words of
encouragement.  She was able to delegate
the chore to them.  There were just a few
books she had to take with her from the shelf in her father’s office.  Nina emerged to block her path with folded
arms.

“Father
says I have to help you dress in a bridal smock and do your hair for you.  You don’t need me to do this, do you?”

“Oh,
Nina, can’t you?”  She frowned.  “Father asked you to because you’re so good
at making your friends look pretty.”

She
fumed.  “I need to dress too, you
know.  When will I have time to see about
myself?”

Karin
shrugged past her.  “I don’t know.”  

Several other matters diverted her.  When dusk colors started to peek up from the
mountains she finally met Nina in her dressing room.

“Thank
God mom didn’t live to see this,” Karin said.
She sat before her dresser table while Nina wove sparkling pink flowers
into her hair.  It was the final touch to
a traditional bride costume of flowing layers of cloth.  

“You’re
talking about your mom?  The factory
worker who died?”  Nina pinned the
flowers in the crown of her long auburn tresses with brutal efficiency.

“You
know I’m talking about our mom, Nina.”  

“I
don’t see why you’re moping.  You’re
getting to marry a rich Lohocke.  Our
mom would have been thrilled.”

Karin
eyed her sister in her mirror.  The
pressure of tears had returned to the back of her eyes.  Her sister was without any worries, because,
as always, her only concern was for her own prosperity.  The thousand robot soldiers ensured
that.  

“You
aren’t going to miss me, Nina?”

Her
lanky sister rolled her eyes.  “Ugh,
don’t try to make me sad when we’re finally getting an end to the war.  You can really be selfish, you know?”

Maybe
it’s good that’s she’s incapable of empathy, Karin thought.  Father is
destroyed over my fate.  Wouldn’t it be
better if he didn’t suffer over it, like Nina?

“You’ll
be fine,” Nina said, and Karin knew the mantra would keep her from any further
thought about it.

***

Jol-Hassik
rode alone with her in the car to the mountain.
He took her hand in his.  “We
hardly spent any time together.  You were
so busy.”

“I
had to make sure everything was settled.”

His
lower lip began to quiver.  “I shall miss
you so dearly, my child.”

“But
I could get to visit, or at least call.”

“Oh,
that would be a great comfort to me.”

Karin
pursed her lips.  “But, if not, there’s a
lot I wanted to say to you.  More than we
have time for.”  She drew a letter from
the pocket of her multi-layered dress.
“Read this once I’m gone.”

Jol-Hassik
cradled it in both hands like a treasure.
She’d written of how grateful she was to be adopted by him and her
mother,
how he’d made her feel as loved as his own true child, and how grateful
she was
for the education and opportunities he’d given her.  This was the debt
she had spoken of.  The letter went on to describe a few matters
he had to see to in her absence, but ended with her assurance that she
would
thrive in most any situation thanks to his care in raising her.  

She
could visualize her father reading it later with tears falling.  If that was the last communication she had with
him she hoped he’d take comfort from it.

“Good
God, look!”  He pointed through the
membrane window beside them.

The
clear silhouette of an army of giants was rising into view.  Karin’s
stomach tightened.  The robots were behemoths, twice as tall as
any man from their cities.  Their heads were
shaped like upside-down buckets and had a single yellow glowing band
where eyes
should have been.  Their chests were
thick rectangles adorned with armor that imitated pectorals and
abdominals.  Black crescent shoulder plates protruded out
on either side with jointed metal tube arms as thick as most men’s
thighs.  For hands they had three long gun barrels
coming from their wrists.  A boxy pelvis
was below the abdomen.  From this came
not legs, but a hexagonal metal skirt with tank treads on either side.

Karin’s
heart raced.  Her father wept beside her.

“Oh,
they kept their word.  They’re honorable
people.  And these things…the Haradan
will run in terror from them.”

She
swallowed while still focused on the hideous army.  Rows of the beasts stretched further than she
could see, up a small side mountain and over its blunted peak.

Jol-Hassik
clasped her elbow and pointed.  “Look at
those ones.”

Grouped
in a cluster in front of the army were six smaller red oval-shaped robots who
would have matched Karin’s height, except that they hovered a foot above the
ground.  Large circular white eyes took
up most of the top third of their round forms.
Karin’s brow rose at the sight of them.
Not only were they less intimidating than the robots, the way they
bobbed up and down in the air made them endearing.  These were the robots to come to the car when
they parked.  

When
they exited Nina and her girlfriends were already gathered near the round
robots.

“They
said no people came,” Nina said.  “Just
metal men and—“

“Are
you Karin Hassik-Ten?” said an oval robot.
Its voice was electronic, but emotive and decidedly female.

Karin
had to clear a lump from her throat before speaking.  “Yes.”
(Her driver was depositing her trunks and suitcases behind her).

A
second round robot moved beside the first and spun so her glowing eyes were on
her peer.  “Pree-pree-longa.”

“Hmm?”
Karin said.

The
robot faced her.  “You’re pretty.  We didn’t know what you would look like.  I think the Alpha Lord will be happy.”

“Oh.”

Jol-Hassik
stepped forward.  “He’s not here?  Eisler Durant, I mean.”

Nina
stamped her foot.  “I told you no people
came.”

“No,”
a third floating robot said.  “You
expected him to come in person?”

He
wet his lips.  “Well I—I didn’t
know.  I presumed there would be some
type of ceremony.

The
same robot started to answer but another interrupted.  “You can have a
ceremony if you want.  Whatever you feel you need.  But we can’t turn
the soldiers over to you
until she’s been given to us.”

Karin
glanced at the imposing robots.  She noticed
one bristling as though growing impatient.
At the same time, four of the red robots extended out banded metal arms
with pinchers for hands from hidden compartments.  They used them to gather up her luggage.

“I
should go now.”

“Oh,
Karin!”  Her father drew her into his
arms with a new swell of tears.

Nina
looked at the robots agog.  “So that’s
it?  There’s no wedding?”

“We
couldn’t arrange something like that remotely,” a robot said with a touch of
irritation.  

“How
are you floating like that, anyway?”
Nina spat out the question with disdain, as though their drifting
annoyed her.  When none of the robots
answered she grumbled and headed back toward their car.  

Karin
reached out for her.  “Nina, give me a
hug goodbye.”

“Oh
forget it.”  She lifted open the car
door.  “Goodbye.”

Her
girlfriends gathered around Karin instead.

“Oh,
you must try to make contact,” Jol-Hassik said.
“Just let me know you’re well.
I’ll ache until I know it.”

“I’m
sure she’ll be able to call you,” a robot said.

Another
thumped her with its round body, almost dropping the trunk it held.
“You don’t know that.  Don’t make promises you might not be able to
keep.”

Karin
blinked a few times while watching them.
They’re just like people.  But
the voice that spoke to us in the station sounded so emotionless…

Loud
clanking started to the side of them.
They looked to see one of the metal behemoths breaking formation.  He rolled on his treads until he was near
Jol-Hassik.

“Are
you our commander?” the robot said with an electronic voice loud enough to
reverberate in Karin’s chest.  

Jol-Hassik
shrank back from it.  “Dear God.”

“Yes,”
Karin said.  “For now he is.  Our major will take command once you’re at
the boundary.”

“Let’s
move out, then,” the robot said.
“There’s a lot of men here wondering what’s in store for them.  They’re getting impatient.  Frankly, so am I.”

Even
these ones, Karin
thought.  They’re like people in metal
bodies.

She
gave her father a final hug.  “I’m sure
I’ll be fine.  They don’t sound
uncivilized.  I’ll send word just as soon
as I can.”

He
fretted as she pulled from him.

Karin
faced the flying robots.  “I’m ready to
go.”

“Are
you sure?  Don’t riddle-longa.”

Karin
made a look of consternation.

“No
slang!” another red robot said.  “Keep it
basic, remember?”

“Oh
right,” the first said.  “Don’t rush, I
mean.”

She
swallowed and nodded.  “I’m sure.”

The
capsule-shaped robot began to grow longer.
Karin’s eyes bulged.  It expanded
until a gap began to form in its center, and then further, until a cushioned
seat for one was revealed.  

“Climb
in, and buckle yourself,” the distorted robot said.  “There’s two buckles that go across you like
an X and another that goes across your lap.”

Karin’s
mouth went dry.  “Oh.”  

Jol-Hassik
and their driver came over to help her.
Karin’s hands trembled as she fastened the buckles.  The robot was still levitating inches from
the ground.  She felt as though she were
on a boat.

“Alright,”
the robot said.  Its voice was all around
her.  “So are you ready?  Hold on to the hand rests.  Close your eyes if you have to.”

Karin
squeezed her eyes closed.  “Oh God.”  She felt herself rising.

“Take
care of yourself, my daughter!  I love
you!  I’ll miss you!  Oh, do be careful with her!”

His
voice was growing distant.  She opened
her eyes to see that he’d become small beneath her.  Nina came out of the car to gape up at
her.  The rest of the red oval robots
were flying with her things in a scattered group about them.

“Goodbye!”
she managed to scream.

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