Tales from the Stream
Comfort to the Masses
by Davina Lee
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To Brian, a dear friend, and wonderful storyteller.
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Author's Note
Since this is a story based on an ongoing series, here's one of those "previously on" things to get you caught up...
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LĂșcia stirred her soup in lazy circles.
"How long were you a slave?" Amaliya asked.
Conversation at that end of the table became hushed.
"I saw your bar code," said Amaliya. "On your wrist."
"LĂșcia is a free woman," said Mother Bertilda, "We do not engage in such activity."
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"That's Megacomf Brian," said Jade.
Amaliya stared.
"Megacomf Brian? You've never heard of Megacomf Brian? 'You haven't made it, until you've made it on a Megacomf.'" Jade gave a little thrust of her hips to punctuate the tag line.
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LĂșcia pulled the Megacomf Thank You card from her pocket and opened it. A tiny, lo-res holographic bust of Megacomf Brian appeared. "You haven't made it, until you've made it on a Megacomf," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"You brought the card with you?" said Amaliya.
"For strength and guidance," said LĂșcia.
"You really think he's a saint? Megacomf Brian?"
"It is not for me to decide. But anyone who can offer such consistent comfort at low, low, two for one prices must surely be in the running."
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"I understand your struggle, Emily. I was born into it." LĂșcia held out her hand and turned it so the bar code tattoo on her wrist was facing up. "This is not a childhood I would wish upon anyone. With God's help, I have learned to forgive, and perhaps I can help you in that respect... but I have not yet learned to forget."
Emily, her lip quivering, looked into LĂșcia's eyes. She held her arms wide. LĂșcia stepped forward and laid her head on Emily's shoulder. "Sisters," whispered Emily.
"Sisters." LĂșcia sniffled once.
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The triplets spoke again, one after another.
"I am one person."Fashioned as three by science."Choice of my parents."
"Aidoru explained it to me while you were busy in the conn, ensuring our safety, Captain," said LĂșcia. "Three bodies, sharing one consciousness."
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Three Aidoru rolled over simultaneously, eyes puffy and red-rimmed.
"It's always Haiku," said Aidoru."The only way I can speak.A freak of nature."
LĂșcia leaned forward onto the bed, covering the Aidoru closest to her with her body and spreading her arm over the other two. "Is that what's been bothering you? You're not a freak," said LĂșcia. "You're my girl. Je t'aime."
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And now...
Tales from the Stream: Comfort to the Masses
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Comfort to the Masses, Part I
Onboard The Black Prince
Stretched out over one of the two Megacomf sofas occupying the lounge, Amaliya lay staring at the ceiling. Her legs were spread wide and she gulped at the air in front of her face every now and again. Jade was parked with her face between Amaliya's thighs and her hands resting on Amaliya's knees. She was head down in deep concentration.
Amaliya's eyelids fluttered. She arched her back. Something akin to a squeak let loose from behind her lips and she shuddered violently.
Captain Jade, grinning, took a final swipe with her tongue. Amaliya jerked once, lifting her buttocks from the cushions and nearly rendering Jade toothless in the process. Amaliya settled back down into the Megacomf sofa. And while Amaliya let out a deep sigh, Jade peered up.
"Mmm," said Amaliya, touching her index finger to her right nipple to draw a lazy circle. "Touch me in the morning and just walk away!" she proclaimed. "Mm-hmm."
Jade chuckled as she disentangled herself from Amaliya's legs and scooted up beside her. "That good, huh?"
Amaliya turned her head to shift her unfocused gaze on Jade. "Really? You have to ask?"
Jade grinned once more, wiped the glistening moisture from her chin with the back of her hand, and rested her head on Amaliya's breast. "Baby," said Jade, throwing an arm over Amaliya.
"Mama's got you," sighed Amaliya, weaving her fingers into Jade's close cropped hair and pressing Jade into her bosom.
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Onboard Mia's station
In the middle of a patch of wildflowers, Sister LĂșcia rolled onto her back and contemplated three growing shadows in the red field that was her vision through still-closed eyelids. There was a rustling of the tallgrass as three individual shadows converged to become one large dark spot in the center.
"LĂșcia, chĂ©rie,"I see you are awake now."I brought you breakfast."
Sister LĂșcia opened her eyes to the smiling faces of three Aidoru hovering over her. Between herselves, Aidoru held four rice balls wrapped in nori, with the center Aidoru holding two, one in each hand.
Extending her right hand, the middle Aidoru offered LĂșcia a rice ball.
"Some
onigiri
?"I thought you might be hungry"Since you slept so late."
"Non, merci," said LĂșcia, shaking her head.
In front of LĂșcia, three Aidoru let their mouths slacken and their shoulders slump. The Aidoru in the center kept her grip on the rice ball, but dropped her right hand to her side.
"It is not that I do not enjoy what you have created ma petite," said LĂșcia. "It was a most delicious and satisfying taste sensation."
Three Aidoru looked to LĂșcia with mouths turning up at the corners. The center Aidoru raised her right hand slightly, presenting the
onigiri
to LĂșcia again.
"Mais, non," said LĂșcia.
Three Aidoru shrugged as one and raised three
onigiri
to their mouths to take a bite. As Aidoru stood chewing, LĂșcia rolled onto her side and raised herself to sitting.
"I think it may have been an allergic reaction," said LĂșcia, rubbing her temples with her index and middle fingers. "Is there anything in the ingredients that could cause hallucinations? The fermentation process for the pickled