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Subject: {ASSM} Journal Entry 287 / 00100  Geographic: Public Spaces (MS)
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Geographic: Public Spaces
Mettare 0100
Jack walked to the balcony and stood looking out over a plain that the
Pendorians had admitted had no name. Just a number. A location.
0,21x42,76. Jack had memorized it. It was important to know where one
was, after all. Where one stood.

Which was more than he could say about his relationship with the Human
girl they had given him as a guide. She was the most perplexing
creature, he had to admit. Lovely enough that he wasn't completely
comfortable talking to her. Such women never wanted to talk to him on
Earth. He had become a real adventurer, once, because he wanted to
attract women. Now he knew that he had become an adventurer to get away
from the world that had women in it. He preferred to be alone. He liked
it that way.

But the view here was magnificent. Plains like this did not exist on
much of Earth. One had to travel to Canada or perhaps some segments of
the Soviet Union to see untrammeled stretches of open land like this. He
had shot a single roll of film just to get a feel for this land. And to
think that there was so much of Pendor unseen by Human eyes. The
Pendorians had promised Geographic aid in visiting and representing the
surface of Io, Ganymede, Mars. Jack wanted to be a part of the future
where Geographic was taking pictures of every corner of the universe.
The Pendorians had given him that opportunity.

It was too bad that he didn't like them.

"Jack, Atalie would like to know if you're ready to go out."

Jack looked up at the ceiling, a gesture he had seen the Pendorians use
to address the AIs. The voice had come from somewhere to his left rather
than overhead, but still Jack looked up. "Yeah, I'm ready," he said
slowly. "Ready as I've ever been."

He walked to the door and shouldered his vest loaded only with the
electronic camera that the Pendorians had provided him with. No sense in
being limited by film when these things had clearer lenses, took better
pictures, had more effective zooms and never ran out of film. Part of
him missed the ritual of film care. But the better part of him knew not
to worry about it. The people back home would get the important stuff.
The pictures. That was his job. It was what he had been sent here to do.

The door opened to reveal Atalie. He was the only one among the Terrans
to get a Human guide. He wondered what he had done to deserve the
privilege. She was of average appearance as Pendorians go. As Humans go
she would get more than her fair share of attention. That was one of the
things he had noticed on Pendor. Ugly seemed to be as rare as unicorns.
More, even, since he had seen unicorns on Pendor.

"Where are we going today?" she asked.

"I am going for a hike in the Rocchodain. Lisanne is looking in the far
woods and Christiane is checking out the locals. I want pictures of
where you all live."

Atalie looked puzzled. "But I live here," she said, pointing down at the
floor. "Not in the High Inn, but you know what I mean."

"I suppose I do. Do you never go out into the woods? Walk around, take a
look at what there is to see?"

"I have people like you to do that for me," she said with a smile. Jack
frowned, and she returned the frown. "Something wrong?"

"I was just wondering where the Pendorian sense of curiosity went." He
stepped passed her and walked towards the SDisk. He felt some alarm at
being in a building with only one exit, a building that was dependent on
a steady supply of power, and one that would kill everyone inside if
that power failed. But the Pendorians assured him that Shardik's home
had been up for decades without a failure and that the levels of
redundancy built into any floating building were so great as to make
such fears absurd.

"Mine went into you, Jack," she replied with a grin. "Besides, don't you
like me?"

"I like you well enough," he said, reminding himself that he had come
here to keep his hands busy taking pictures rather than seducing the
natives. There was something in the Pendorian demeanor that made him
uneasy, something unhealthy about their acceptance of things the way
they were. "Anyway, I have my link," he said, holding up the small
device the size of a large calculator. "I'll call you if I need help."

She nodded, her own expression fallen as he walked away. Jack swore
under his breath. He was not obligated to her. She was doing her job
well enough. He stood on the SDisk, already comfortable with this
technology, and said, "Take me down."

The sun blazed bright overhead. Even with his wide-brim hat he winced at
the brightness of it. Such brightness early in the morning had to be
unhealthy for someone. He wasn't sure how the Pendorians had adapted.
But they had well enough. The sun at high noon all day long was one of
the worst things about Pendor.

He looked around. The town of Rocchodain was, in their own words, one of
the most modern. It had brick-lined roads and brick-finished buildings.
The brick came in multiple hues of red and brown, giving the town a
festive appearance. A fountain, a simple geometric fountain that would
not have been out of place somewhere in Rome splashed water
promiscuously in the middle of the town. The town square was actually
circular with the road extending for about a half-mile in either
direction. There were no power lines. It could have been a set out of a
picture book and Jack mused that that may well have been from where the
town's designers took their cues. A motorcycle hummed by slowly, its
electric motor making almost no sound at all. The rider waved
peacefully.

Jack waved in response and turned about, heading towards the sea. It was
a day's walk if one stuck to the road. He had no intention of doing so.
He was going to walk to Incorporation Field, as the Pendorians called
it, and keep going. The link, he had learned, would lead him to the
nearest SDisk if he asked it to and there seemed to be SDisks hidden in
odd places within the territory.

He followed the footpath along level ground for six miles or so, not far
at all, through absolutely sylvan woods of beautiful, tall stands of oak
and pine that must have grown without Human intervention for centuries.
He nibbled on a handful of the trail mix he had picked up yesterday,
still feeling odd after these months that he didn't have to pay for
anything. He understood how it worked, at least somewhat, but there was
something wrong with the lack of exchange or at least the inequity of
it. Still, as Lisanne had pointed out to him, "Why would anyone want
green slips of paper in exchange for food?"

The path was well-maintained by a loving hand and was wide enough for
two Centaurs to walk side-by-side but was clearly not meant for
vehicular traffic. He broke out into a wide, rectangular field that
showed few signs of recent use although he had been assured by Atalie
that the field had never been busier. There had been several releases
just recently although one of them, the Dolphins, had not been conducted
here, obviously.

There was a whirl of grass in one corner which Jack took as a sign of
recent vehicular traffic. The hill sloped gently at an angle and Jack
could see twelve large posts at the highest corner. He took out his
camera and started taking pictures. This was what the people back home
wanted to see, he thought with a grin. There's nothing here to see but
this is the place where Pendorians are made. Or 'decanted,' as they say.
He was sure that Xing would get pictures of the actual factory. Maybe he
could get a copy of the warranty?

He chuckled to himself. After a few hundred clicks of the camera he put
it away and continued on his journey spinward. There was a trail here,
too, although it was smaller and less distinct; a foot trail used only
by the locals, not by the people who did the decanting.

He walked on for several hours more taking more pictures as he went
along. The trail was well-tended if not well-used. It started to go up
and he crossed several streams, stopping at each one to take a drink. He
had been assured by the Pendorians that there were no local equivalents
to cryptosporidia to give him a surprise. He could drink the water
without fear.

He crossed over a low ridge that was part of what the Pendorians
referred to as "The Rocchodain Mountains," although here they were
little more than a collection of hefty hills. He had seen the map
though, where they ran in two parallel ridges for tens of thousands of
miles. One the far side of the second ridge from where Jack stood lay
the ocean, and on that side there was a segment hundreds of miles long
that was as flat as a tabletop. That quality gave it its name,
"Marbletop Ridge."

As far as he knew there was nothing to stop him from getting there in
one day. He had planned on climbing up to the Marbletop and getting some
picture of the Great Ocean.

The air was crisp and cool. It wasn't quite what he was used to but it
was comfortable.

Realizing that it had been a few hours since he had taken his last
picture he unlumbered the camera and aimed it down into the vale that
separated the two ridges. It couldn't have been more than five
kilometers in width but it was filled with open spaces and meadows. From
where he stood her could clearly see a single, straight cut in the
treeline running parallel to his course. The Spinward March, the
Pendorians called it, although nobody quite knew what the name referred
to. It went all the way from Shardik Castle at one end, past Rocchodain,
on through a vast mix of wildernesses and climates until it reached the
Tangent Arcology.

But he was here at this end of the road to take pictures. He panned the
camera across the terrain before him, watching for anything that might
be interesting to the people back home. Panoramas were all fine and good
but he knew that he had to find something more. Not necessarily today,
but soon. He wondered how the editors back on Earth were taking all the
data they were being sent.

He had the zoom turned down when a glint caught his eye. He turned the
camera back to it and tried to find it again. As he did, he found two
Pendorians, two Centaurs, one male and one female, walking through a
meadow unconcerned about anything. Walking just a few yards behind them
was a menacing, metallic lion done entirely in hues of polished silver
and gold which waved its head back and forth as if sniffing the air for
something. The presence of the robot, which he took to be a security
measure, made him wonder if he was in any danger. There were wolves and
similar creatures out here he had been told but so far he had seen
little sign of anything larger than a badger.

He watched them through the camera, occasionally snapping an illicit
photo, as they sat on the ground and ate lunch. He heard his own stomach
growl and fished out one of the sandwiches he had brought with him.
Momentarily putting the camera aside, he ate in silence.

It was, he reflected, a strange culture that allowed a man to walk out
of a city and in less than half a day be so far away from civilization
that there were no power lines to see, no airplanes to hear, no
factories to smell. He didn't know if there was any part of the Earth
where one could do just that. Maybe Siberia. Or Alaska.

He ate more of the trailmix and drank from his bottle. He needed to find
a stream soon to refill it. He picked up the camera and searched for the
couple he had been spying on earlier.

He found them. Kissing. The male, a blond fellow up front with a
white-haired horse's body, was fondling the female, his hand up her
blousy, open shirt. When he pulled back for some air Jack could see that
he was a black-haired beauty with a cream-white body, breasts like
grapefruit and a smile that could blind. They went back to their ardour.

Jack watched, fascinated, as they tossed aside their shirts and played
on the grass. He found himself breathing a little quicker as he watched
the male roll over in the grass, the fem with hands and forelegs pulling
herself over to his massive erection. She took it in both hands-- it
needed both hands-- and stroked it, kissed it, licked at it with her
tongue along its massive length. It was only slightly smaller than her
arm, and the head flared into a massive knob that Jack thought looked
surprisingly like a pale, fleshy gasline filter from an old car.

The mel Centaur was clearly enjoying what she was doing, because his
body writhed on the ground with every movement of her hands and every
kiss of her tongue. Jack clicked more photos as she rolled over onto her
belly, squat on the ground, and the mel took up position behind her.
They seemed to have trouble achieving penetration, but obviously he
managed to get inside her because his whole body sunk on top of hers.
Jack panned back to her face to see her eyes shut and a smile of need on
her lips.

The mel was a vigorous example of his species, and as he wrapped his
arms around her torso and humped away at her, Jack found his right hand
straying down to his own pants to hold the lump that had swollen there.
Without even thinking about it, he unzipped himself and pulled out his
painfully hard erection. As the Centaurs made love he stroked himself,
trying to keep the camera steady with the other hand even as he
approached climax. The two down in the valley were obviously enjoying
themselves; although they were too far away from him to hear, the desire
on their faces told him all he needed to know. They were close and so
was he.

He came first, leaving his seed on the ground, watching as the two down
below came as well. He snapped more pictures as the male withdrew his
massive shaft from within her. Even on a body as large as hers Jack
wondered where he could hide such a thing. He supposed that it didn't
matter much; apparently they had succeeded.

As he watched through the camera, he could see an odd expression of
regret on the fem's face and the male obviously trying to soothe her. It
wasn't guilt as far as Jack could see. He doubted that Pendorians
experienced post-coital guilt. He would probably never know what it was
about.

He shook himself and cleaned himself up. He knew that some of the
pictures stored in his camera would never see the light of day in
Geographic but he'd have them pressed into some kind of transportable
media to take home to Terra. He knew of at least one person who he could
sell them to and he assured himself it wasn't really bestiality if they
were both intelligent, thinking creatures.

A flash went off overhead. He looked up only to see a wide, straight
shadow progressing across the field. He hadn't thought he been out that
long but that had to have been the first flash of night from the shadow
ring.

He pulled out his link and opened the clamshell that covered the
display. "Take me to the nearest SDisk." The display lit up and an arrow
pointed in a direction back the way he had come. A distance of 625
meters was illustrated on the bottom.

He followed its directions to a large, flat stone no more than knee high
that sat in the middle of a clearing. He had been told Pendorians like
to hide their teleporters as natural formations and this was clearly one
of them. He stepped onto it. "Take me back to my hotel." The forest
vanished.

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The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik 
and Related Tales.

The entire archive of stories can be found at:
http://www.pendorwright.com/journals

Copyright 2000 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.
Distributed under the Creative Commons License BY-ND-NC/1.0
Some Rights Reserved. 

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