The symbiotic Travelers
The Mission
BADSAM
"We are not gathered here today to say good-bye to a brother and a sister. We are here to celebrate the entrance of Lilian and Satchel into God's kingdom, knowing that they will be eternally happy in their union with him." The elderly minister looked up and pursed her lips in a sad smile and then looked down at the two preteen children, clutching hands and lying side-by-side in their plexiglass enclosed bier. The children's parents are quietly crying, as are several onlookers. Others are just standing by in solemn respect. The clergywoman closed her eyes in sorrow and gently clasped her counterpart's hand; he lovingly squeezed hers in return.
Yaphet and Zlatex are among those watching and listening to the eulogy; she too has tears in her eyes. They are the Godparents of the two children. Yaphet loved helping Lilian with her homework. Together, they had just finished a social studies project about the birth and growth of their nation, the United Governments of Ameraland. She and Zlatex had hoped to watch the two preadolescent siblings grow and mature into adulthood.
Meanwhile, in another churchyard, in another part of the metropolis, a similar gathering of beings is saying good-bye and offering their prayers for another pair of symbiotic partner children.
The same scene is being repeated in several areas of Starman City on the planet Herth. A school bus with ten syngeneic equivalents plunged off a cliff the previous day, killing eight pairs of children along with the driver and his female consort. An investigation discovered that the driver lost control of the vehicle as it slid into a curve on a wet, slippery road and then plummeted 45 meters down to the rocky bottom.
After a few moments, Satchel and Lilian, as well as the other children, the bus driver and his lover in the various churchyards of Starman City, then dematerialized into a glowing display of colored lights. As soon as the light dispersed, one bloodred rose, and one white orchid momentarily appeared where each body lay. Next, after a brief pause, the flowers then dissolved into nothingness.
Yaphet quietly, solemnly approaches the children's parents to offer her condolences; Zlatex, standing behind her, nods respectfully. Then they leave the gathering; they have to prepare for their departure to Herth-II.
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Twelve years later.
As the spaceship approached its destination, SAM, the Simplified Automatic Mainframe onboard computer processor, sent electronic stimuli to the two sleeping pods. It was time to awaken the two alien symbiotic occupants from their deep hyper-sleep.
After several seconds, the clear plexiglass dome of each pod opened. A small cirrus cloud arose from each cubicle and then dissipated into the air.
When Yaphet opened her eyes a few moments later, the first thing she thought of was Zlatex, her male equivalent. She looked to her left. His pod was open too and she could see the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He was still in deep hyper-sleep. She breathed a sigh of relief. They both made the multiyear journey through space safely. But then, since they are syngeneic beings, the death of one of them would automatically bring about the death of the other in about an hour or two. In fact, even if one of them gets sick or hurt in any way, the other also feels that illness and that pain.
Like all symbiotic beings of the planet Herth, they cannot be physically too far away from each other in any fashion. If they do become separated by more than about ten meters or they are divided by a barrier with a density of more than ten grams per cubic centimeter, like lead, gold, uranium, silver or platinum, then all their bodily functions will soon begin to fail. If they remain disconnected for an extended length of time, they will both die when their hearts stop beating. What one physically experiences and feels, the other experiences and feels it too. Because of this, many conservative Herthians refuse to wear gold, silver or platinum jewelry.
However, like all Herthians, they are also different in many respects. They both have their own likes and dislikes, dreams and normalities, idiosyncrasies and impracticalities, needs and desires for their future.
Yaphet stretched her arms and legs and then arched her back. Her naked breasts, lightly covered with a gentle sprinkling of ice crystals, bounced like two golden gelatin spheres. Next, with a little effort, she sat up and yawned. She winced; a dozen years of hyper-sleep had caused her muscles to stiffen somewhat. She wasn't worried about that. She would be back to normal as soon as she got something to eat and exercised.