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Sacrifice 250
by The Technician

Sci-Fi / Fantasy / Mind Control / Sacrifice / Public Nudity / Public
orgasm / Public Sex / Exhibitionism

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Will Olivia be fertility sacrifice two hundred fifty?

Over the course of the 1000 years of existence for Colony Seven, there
have been 249 fertility sacrifices offered to the gods. The time for
the 250th fertility festival approaches. Who will be chose as
Sacrifice 250?

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
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Olivia didn't think that she would be chosen. There were well over a
million women in the colony now and only one was chosen at each
festival. With odds of one million to one, no woman actually thought
that they would ever be The Chosen One... but every four years, as the
festival approached, every woman prepared herself, just in case.

Olivia had properly prepared herself. There was no hair on her body
below her neck. She had given herself seven enemas, the last two with
olive oil so that she was totally clean and permanently lubricated
there- at least for the Day of the Choosing. She also had a special
festival vibrator in her cunt, quietly keeping her aroused so that she
was also well lubricated in front.

On her nipples were two moderate-sized butterfly clamps. They were
just snug enough to keep them from falling off. Their looseness
allowed them to droop so that they were not quite as obvious through
her thin black robe. If she were chosen, the clamps would be tightened
and seven fine chains of gold would be connected to act as a leash as
she was paraded through the streets of the colony by the seven
prophetesses in the long, ritual procession to the temple.

The chance of her being chosen was less than one in a million, but if
she were chosen, these preparations would show her willingness- and
the willingness of all of women of the colony- to be a sacrifice to
the gods in return for the gods' continued gift of fertility. If she
were The Chosen One, when the clothing was torn from her body and the
clamps and vibrator were displayed to the people, it would be proof to
the people and to the gods that all of the women of the colony were
prepared to be The Chosen One.

Every woman knew that it was vital to the survival of the colony that
she show herself willing to be the one chosen as the fertility
sacrifice for the entire planet. Besides, once the ritual orgy began,
everyone's preparations would become obvious. Once all clothing was
discarded, everyone would know who had- and had not- properly prepared
themselves. So, as Olivia had so carefully prepared herself, she knew
that, after the sacrifice was chosen and it was NOT her, her
preparations would still be known to the gods... and to the other
women of the colony. Woe to the woman who had not truly prepared
herself.

Many of the men of the colony also prepared themselves in case they
might be chosen. In the thousand years since the colony was founded,
only eleven men had been chosen, but the possibility still existed.
Nine of the eleven had been fertility priests, who, despite their
name, were actually self-made eunuchs who served as prostitutes on the
Table of Fertility in the Temple of Jarleena's Mother.

It was assumed that the other two men chosen had also been men who
secretly enjoyed receiving instead of- or as well as- giving the seeds
of fertility. Evidently, only male "receivers" were considered for the
sacrifice. Thus, not all men needed to show themselves as willing, and
those that did were, in effect, declaring their sexual preferences by
"getting up on the table."

The preparations for a man were very similar to those done by a woman.
There was the same number and type of enemas. All hair was removed
from the neck down- some men removed all hair.  The difference was
that the men did not use the nipple clamps, and the vibrator, of
necessity was inserted anally.

It is almost impossible for nipple clamps to be secured to a man such
that they would not pull off if used to lead him through the streets
of town. So instead, much smaller butterfly clamps were used for
symbolic purposes, and a thin, golden chain, or a large, permanent,
cock ring, encircled the base of the man's penis. If the man were
chosen, it would be there that the 7 chains of the leash would be
connected... unless, of course, the man were a temple priest. For the
eunuch-priests, there was a belt of silver chain and a silver
vibrating anal hook which came between the eunuch's legs to attach to
the chain-belt in the front.

***

This year would be the two hundred-fiftieth fertility sacrifice. It
had been a thousand years since Jarleena first spoke the words of the
gods and began the ritual. This day was not something which the
colonists brought to the planet from home world. When the colony first
came to the planet, they did not build a fertility temple. There was
no table of fertility. They held no fertility festival. But then,
again, when the colony first came to the planet, there was no
fertility.

The stark and bitter reality, discovered shortly after arrival, was
that the planet- and everything on it- was barren. No children were
born. Nothing would grow in the ground. The four-year turnover mark
was approaching and supplies were not being replenished.

Four years was supposed to be the make-it or break-it decision point.
Each colony planting is slightly different, but for this colony, the
master plan stated that if the colony was not self-sufficient at the
end of four years, the colonists should re-board the colony ship and
jump to the alternate colony site.

There was only a twelve-year supply of food and other necessities on
the ship. The colony planet was two years from home planet using the
highest speed drives available. The secondary planet was an additional
two years away. Admitting defeat at four years allowed for the
possibility of a second attempt... a second two-year jump through
space... a second four-year time to make the colony self-sufficient. 

But regardless of sustainability on this planet, the trip to the
alternate colony planet would never occur. The landing spot, found by
long- range robotic scouts, had appeared to be perfect. It was hard,
flat, and higher than all the surrounding terrain. The robot craft had
made several test landings on the high plateau before marking the
planet as a high-level probability for colonization.

The next set of robot scout ships brought back soil, water, and air
samples. The decision was made. Planet X47G32B would be the primary
colony site for Colony 7. X91G73K would be the alternate. The massive
colony ship was built in orbit around the home planet. More than four
thousand colonists of all ages were placed in stasis chambers aboard
the ship and, with great fanfare, it departed into the darkness of
interstellar space.

The scientists designing and using the scout ships, however, hadn't
properly accounted for the weight of such a massive ship. Of
necessity, the colony ship itself had to descend to the planet's
surface. It was theoretically possible for it to launch itself back
into space, if necessary, using the thermonuclear engines which had
propelled them at such high speeds through space. The unfortunate
reality of TN engines, however, was that although setting them off at
ground level would theoretically propel you into space, the nuclear
backblast would leave a scorched and barren planet behind you.

These highly-destructive engines could never be used on home planet.
And they could not be used on an active colony planet. They would only
be used for lift-off if the first colony had failed completely and was
being totally abandoned.

The colony was failing. But the giant TN engines would never blast the
colony ship off X47G32B. And report rockets carried by the colony ship
would never be launched to report their dilemma back to home planet. A
report rocket was sent back toward home planet the day following
arrival. But exactly 43 days after touching down, giant tremors shook
the ground and the ship slowly began to sink.

Frantic, `round-the-clock, work emptied the ship of all necessary
supplies, but everything was unloaded by priority, and report rockets
were a much lower priority than food and water. The rest of the report
rockets were among those supplies still on board when the ship sank
forever beneath the rock and sand of the high plateau. Even if the
report rockets had been salvaged, it would take the much, much slower
rockets almost a century to return to home planet. They could not be
used to call for aid. The colony, like all deep space colonies, was
totally on its own.

***

How did that tragic series of events lead to this quadrennial festival
of debauchery?
 It is recorded in the archives of the colony that in the sixth year
after launch... after four years on planet... on the very night in
which the Council of Sixteen met to discuss Contingency Plan Gamma X,
a prophetess arose among the colonists. Jarleena, daughter of Abmola,
suddenly stood among the gathered leaders and began speaking in a
voice that was not her own. 

"This planet has forgotten how to be fertile," she said. "Every fourth
year, on this day, you must choose a woman willing to be a public
showing of fertility for the planet. The planet must be able to watch
her in the throes of passion so that it remembers what it is to be
fertile. She must be filled with seed and with life. Her passion must
be the strongest bearable so that the planet can feel the energy of
fertility and awaken from its barren sleep. And finally, the woman
must be given to the planet through the mouth created by the great
ship."

At that point, Jarleena, still in an apparent trance, began to take
off her clothing. The voice that was not hers continued from her
mouth, "I have chosen this woman as the first of the fertility
offerings. Each of you- male and female- must use her severely before
the night is through. Then in the morning, bind her and throw her into
the abyss created by the sinking ship."

Four years earlier, these fifteen men and women would have spoken as
one with a resounding "No!" But the six years since launch had changed
these leaders. Two years in the darkness of space and four years of
total crop failures had changed their perspective on life. The life of
one person- or even the lives of the majority of the colony- had a
different meaning now. Survival of any life on this planet was at
stake.

The purpose of tonight's meeting was to discuss the necessity of
implementing Contingency Plan Gamma X to add to the available survival
time for the colony. Gamma X was a plan of last resort which called
for the introduction of a virus into the air that would be fatal for
up to nine out of ten colonists. Of course, essential scientists and
leaders would be vaccinated in advance.

If sacrificing Jarleena- one woman- to whatever power it was that
currently possessed her would put off the Gamma X contingency, then
what did they have to lose? What is the life of one compared to the
lives of many thousands? The decision was made before it was even
considered. Besides, hers was not the first sacrifice for the good of
the colony. Her name would join the list of those who were lost when
they stayed at their duty stations helping stabilize the colony ship
as it slowly descended beneath the crust of the planet.

The council members would later say that the decision was taken away
from them that night. It was as if something had taken them over and
they were merely within their bodies watching while someone else did
whatever was done. In reality, most of the council had very little
true memory of the rest of that night.

From what little was recorded, it was apparent that the remainder of
the meeting that night was nothing less than a massive orgy with
Jarleena spread out on the council table. But she was not the only
woman on the table. Whatever it was affected all the female members of
the council. They tore off their own clothing and attacked Jarleena in
frenzied passion or joined her on the table on their backs with their
legs spread wide, yelling for the men in the room to fuck them. Even
Evonae, who was in a mate relationship with another woman, was on her
back begging to be fucked.

There is no visual record of what happened in the council chambers
that night. It is known that the meeting continued on until morning,
but no one noticed. Because they had been expecting to invoke the
Gamma X contingency plan, the Council of Sixteen had declared the
meeting to be special and confidential. The cameras which normally
broadcast all meetings were turned off. The public galleries were
closed. The members of the council had even told their families that
they might not be home until very, very late the next morning.

What happened the next morning, however, is clearly known. It was
witnessed by most of the colony and video records of what occurred are
still in the archives. Shortly after dawn, the doors to the council
chamber opened and the entire council marched out chanting something
which no one understood. Even the men and women chanting had no idea
what they were saying.

They were walking three abreast, packed very closely together. Their
arms were above their heads. Supported by their hands high above them
was the bound, naked body of Jarleena.

Cries of "What is going on?" came from the crowd which quickly
assembled.

Others cried out, "Someone stop them! They've gone mad!"

But the five rows of three marched onward through the colony, across
the barren fields, and up to the plateau through which the doomed ship
had sunk shortly after they had arrived on the planet.

The chant changed as the fifteen members of the council turned and
stood alongside the gaping hole which went deep into the soil. It
almost sounded like numbers as together they grunted, "Brou!  Droh!
Kai!" No one recognized the words or the language but on "Kai!"
everyone gave a sudden jumping push and Jarleena's body arced over the
side and into the deep hole. As her bound form plummeted head first
into the bottomless abyss, a sudden flash of light and flame
illuminated the hole as if the planet were welcoming her into its
fiery core.

A few moments later the council men and women were staring at each
other wondering how they had gotten there and asking themselves why
they were naked.

Initially, the security forces arrested them all on suspicion of...
of... of... of what no one was sure, but something definitely wasn't
right and the head of security effectively declared martial law until
things could be sorted out.

Argument about legal responses to the events of that night were heard
in every gathering place in the colony for many days. Those arguments
were suddenly silenced when, two weeks later, seeds long-forgotten as
lost began to push up through the ground in the dusty fields. A month
later several of the women of the colony reported to the medics that
their periods were late. People watched in amazement as the strange
withered posts which dotted the landscape suddenly put forth leaves
and new branches. Some even began to bear fruit. 

The barren planet had awakened.

Now the whispered word in the gathering places was, "The sacrifice was
accepted."

Shortly thereafter, public discussion changed from legal repercussions
for the remaining fifteen members of the council, to how- and when- to
plan for next sacrifice. 

***

That was one thousand years ago. The sacrifices have been offered
every four years since then. Tonight would be sacrifice 250.

The hour of sacrifice was approaching. Olivia could feel herself being
guided to her prophetess position. She had been one of the seven
prophetesses for the past five sacrifices. Shortly after 11:30, the
seven women of the colony chosen to be voices for the gods, would feel
a compelling need to walk to the town square. Set around the square
were seven circles of metal. No one seemed to know why those circles
were there or when they were put in place, but on the night of
sacrifice, they would glow slightly and the seven women would be led
to stand in the center of each circle. From there they would act as
the voice of the gods to announce The Chosen One.

As midnight approached, all seven prophetesses would go into a trance.
At exactly midnight, they would speak in one voice and loudly
proclaim, "Shayomie- or whomever- is The Chosen One." Shayomie had
been Sacrifice 249.

Somehow, The Chosen One was always also present in the square at
midnight to hear the announcement of the prophetesses. Having
announced the name of The Chosen One, the seven would then descend on
her and rip the clothing from her body. After tightening her nipple
clamps, a seven-stranded golden chain would be attached to The Chosen
One's nipples, and she would be pulled around the town square-
actually a circle- and then through the town in an ever-widening
spiral outward until at last they reached the road which formed the
outer boundary of the circular city. 

On the last circuit, the procession would turn down the Avenue of
Plenty and The Chosen One would be pulled back to the center of town,
to the Temple of Jarleena's Mother and the Table of Fertility. 

The temple was built on the site of the original council building. The
table was a faithful reconstruction, except for size, of the original
table used at the council meetings in the first years of the colony.
It was now many times larger and made of highly polished igneous rock,
but Jarleena, herself, would still recognize it as the table around
which she had sat for so many meetings and on which she was defiled a
millennia past.

Olivia felt herself fading more deeply into her prophetic trance. Now
everything would become dream-like. When she spoke for the gods, she
was able to still see and feel and think, but her words and actions
were not her own. It was as if she were a guest in her own body.

She could feel herself swaying. The sacred chant was beginning within
her. The time of the announcement was almost here. The town clock made
that slight clicking sound it made just before it struck the hour and
the entire town... the entire planet... fell silent.

At exactly midnight, the clock chimed the hour. As soon as the deep
"bong" of the tower bell rang for the twelfth time... while the echo
of that sound was just beginning to fade... Olivia could hear her
voice crying out, "I... am... sacrifice... 250!"

That isn't what the other six screamed. They said, "Olivia is
sacrifice 250," but Olivia herself claimed her chosenness with the
words, "I am sacrifice 250."

Normally, her trance would continue until she and her sister
prophetesses had dragged The Chosen One to the Temple of Jarleena's
Mother, but tonight, Olivia felt the trance lift as soon as her words
left her mouth.

She had been chosen! She was sacrifice 250!

Olivia could see the other prophetesses converging on her from around
the square. Before they could arrive, her hands flew quickly to her
clothing and she stripped herself bare. Then standing proud and ready
with her hands behind her head in the proper posture of The Chosen
One, she thrust her breasts forward awaiting the attachment of the
chains.

The nipple clamps hurt for a moment as they were tightened, but soon
the sensation of pain was replaced by sensations of passion. Buleena,
chief of the prophetesses, tightened the clamps and attached the
golden chains. She looked confused for a moment as to what to do with
the seventh chain, so Olivia opened her mouth and Buleena set the end
of the chain between her teeth.

Buleena reached down and slowly massaged Olivia's cunt. The sensations
were so overwhelming that Olivia groaned loudly and nearly collapsed.
Obviously, something was greatly magnifying the sexual satisfaction
she was receiving as the chosen sacrifice.

"The gods have chosen well," said Buleena as she and her sisters began
pulling Olivia around the town square.

Olivia did not mean to resist them. She wanted to follow them. She was
going willingly. But for some reason, her body was resisting just
enough so that tension was needed on the chains to pull her forward
with each step that she took. That tension caused the butterfly clamps
to tighten further which sent waves of sensations through her body
causing her to hesitate in her step which required more tension to
pull her forward. It was a rapidly escalating spiral of pain and
pleasure.

She could also feel drops of liquid hitting her body. The crowd surged
and pulsed around her as they walked. Ornate honey-dippers, held high
above the heads of the crowd, were flicked in her direction.

There was very little actual honey in the slots of these elongated
dippers. Unlike a ball honey dipper, whose design was optimized for
drizzling honey on various pastries, these vaguely penis-shaped
devices were primarily symbolic of impregnation. They held, and spewed
forth, only a drop or two of honey. But one or two drops of honey,
drizzled through the air from thousands of these phallic substitutes,
soon had Olivia's skin glistening with sticky sweetness.

If you were located somewhere high above the crowd and watched
Olivia's slow progress through the packed throng, you might think that
she was a magical, mystical being of some sort. In front of her were
the packed crowds jostling to be close to her as she passed. Around
her were screaming men and women reaching out to touch her or to cast
honey on her body. And behind her in an ever-widening spiral, was a
naked sea of copulation.

From the time the sacrifice passed you on the night of choosing, until
The Chosen One was cast into the planet's mouth, it was the duty of
every adult member of the colony to demonstrate to the gods the act of
fertility. All of that sexual energy would be channeled into the
Temple of Jarleena's Mother. The sacrifice, lying on the Table of
Fertility throughout the night, would absorb that energy. When The
Chosen One could stand no more, she would be bound and cast into the
mouth of the planet to take that sexual energy directly to the gods so
that fertility may continue to exist within the colony for another
four years.

The final walk down the Avenue of Plenty was much more raucous and
more overtly raunchy and sexual than had been the long walk along the
spider web design of city streets which had brought Olivia to the
outer walls of the colony. The time of fertility had now begun for
everyone in the city. The crowds were still yelling and still casting
honey on her, but many in the crowd were also coupled together,
screaming out their passion to her as if the energy of their orgasm
could somehow be transferred to her.

Olivia had never fully believed all of the myths which surrounded the
sacrifice. She was especially skeptical of the accumulation of sexual
energy by The Chosen One. But as she walked down the Avenue of Plenty,
she could feel power of some sort filling her. It was the power of
pleasure. She could feel herself pulling back against the golden
chains. She could hear herself calling out in sexual passion. This was
more than just an intense, extended orgasm. This was the raw power of
fertility.

Lost in her own pleasure, she didn't realize that they had arrived at
the temple until Buleena gently pushed her back over the edge of the
Table of Fertility. Buleena and the other five prophetesses climbed
onto the table with her. Someone loosened and removed the nipple
clamps by which she had been led to this spot. Then with all of the
prophetesses chanting one of the sacred songs, they began licking the
honey from her body. Olivia gasped in pleasure. Six mouths roamed her
body. Her breasts... her clit... her fingers... her toes... every
place which could feel pleasure was being subjected to an onslaught of
tongues.

Around the Table, many other women and men stood waiting. No one else
could mount the table until the prophetesses completed their ritual.
Finally, their ritual approached its climax. The six women, now all
just as covered in honey as Olivia had once been, rolled off of her to
lie on the table alongside her with their legs held widely spread.
Again, the prophetesses spoke as one in the voice of the gods as they
cried out, "Fill us with the power of fertility!" 

Many things happened all at once. Men pushed and shoved to be the
first to penetrate one of the prophetesses, or perhaps even The Chosen
One herself. Some women knelt to worship the wombs that would receive
the offerings of fertility. Other women scrambled up onto the table
and mimicked the posture of The Chosen One and her court of
prophetesses. 

Some women bent over the edge of the table so as to give any man who
came up behind them the choice of either opening in which to deposit
their seed. Still other women lay on the table on their backs with
their heads toward the outer circle of the table so that they could
offer their third opening to receive the seed.

Olivia could feel herself being positioned so that all three of her
openings were available at the same time. Five times before, she had
lain on the table alongside the sacrifice and wondered if it was
really different for The Chosen One.

Tonight, she had her answer, "Yes! It was different!" 

The sex she experienced as a prophetess was almost unbearably
pleasurable. She had thought those nights to have been the most
pleasure she could possibly withstand, and yet it was orders of
magnitude less than the ecstacy which was now coursing through her
body. She was on fire. She was being consumed by pleasure. Her body
was becoming light. She was fertility itself.

There was no way for Olivia to know how much time had passed. From the
thickness of the layer of cum on her body, she knew that she had
received the offerings of thousands of men. And from the changes in
the noise around her she thought that morning was perhaps approaching.
As she tried to look around, she could feel herself being slid across
the shiny- and now slimey- table. Hands lifted her. Soft ropes
encircled her. She was being carried outside.

Olivia stared at the sky as it slowly changed from dark black to gray
to pale blue. She was definitely outside, and it was dawn. It was time
for her final journey to the mouth of the planet.

It seemed to her as if she were floating through the town as she rode,
flat on her back, on the fifteen hands of the council members. That is
how it had been that morning for Jarleena, the first Chosen, and how
it had been for the 237 women and 11 men who had been chosen in the
years since. On one side of town, the path they were now taking was
called The Avenue of Plenty. It led from the town square out to the
fertile fields. The same fields which had enticed the colony to settle
here. 

On the other side of town... on the other side of the town square...
the same road was called The Avenue of Need. At the edge of town, The
Avenue of Need became a dusty, rising path which wound its way to the
top of the plateau on which the colony ship had landed one thousand
years earlier, and through which the ship had descended into oblivion.

As they walked, the council members were chanting the sacred song.
Despite years of study by the priests of fertility, its meaning was
still unknown. The words- and tune- to the chant were known from the
video records of that first night.

If The Chosen One were not a member of council, then the chairperson
of council lead the procession through the town and out to the
plateau. If The Chosen One were from the council, then a
representative of The Chosen One's family would carry the sacred
torch, holding it high so everyone in the long procession which
followed would be able to see the head of the column. The torch was
intentionally made to have a bright, but smoky flame so that it could
be easily seen as the night gave way to dawn.

Olivia could feel the rhythmic swaying of the strange bier that bore
her to her grave. From the moment she was chosen, she knew that,
ultimately, she was chosen to die for the fertility of the planet.
Just before this final procession, she had been offered the bitter
cup, but refused. She was not afraid. There was no need for drugs to
immobilize her so that she did not disgrace herself.

The path was getting steeper. Olivia could feel herself slipping
slightly on the hands that held her. The wiggling of fingers working
to bring her back to proper position felt strange against her back and
legs. It was even slightly erotic as those fingers slipped slightly
against and between the flesh of her ass and legs... flesh which was
still slippery from her own, and many others', fluids.

The procession stopped. The crowd following began to spread out around
the edge of the crater... hole... mouth... created when the colony
ship sank. Soon the entire crowd was loudly chanting the sacred song.

Then the signal was given. The torch carried by the leader of the
procession was thrown in a high arc into the center of the planet's
mouth to illuminate her way. For a brief moment everything became
totally silent. Then Olivia felt herself bounce lightly as the crowd
shouted out "Brou!" And then, "Droh!" And finally, "Kai!" 

On "Kai!" she felt the hands beneath her bounce and then push upward
in unison. Suddenly she was flying forward through the air. She felt
her body turning so that she was pointed head down. The hole was
becoming darker and darker and darker as she continued to fall.

No one knew how deep the hole actually was. After the sinking, some
colonists had attempted to climb down to the ship. It was not
possible. No light could reach the bottom of the hole. No measuring
device could discern the ultimate depth of the shaft. Olivia took a
deep breath, waiting for that final instant when she would be crushed
against the rocks or ship or whatever made up the bottom of the shaft.

Then she stopped falling.

She didn't hit anything. She was still head down as though falling,
but all movement seemed to have stopped.

Hands were once again on her body. The hands were removing her bonds.
They were turning her so that she was upright. There was something
beneath her feet that felt like soft sand. A small amount of light
illuminated the ground beneath her. A soft voice said, "Follow me."

Soon Olivia found herself shielding her eyes as she stepped through a
hatch-like door into a brightly lit room. There were several dozen
women in the room, all of them naked. One stepped up to her and said,
"Welcome to the control room."

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END OF STORY... but there is more below.

This is the end of Sacrifice 250 after my final edit. Originally I had
several more sections which gave the sci-fi-technical explanation of
the events in the story. I decided to remove these sections for two
reasons. One, they aren't at all sexy. And two, they are boring unless
you are a sci-fi geek-type person.

However, since many of my readers ARE sci-fi geek-type people, I am
including these segments as an epilogue. Read if you want to. Ignore
if you want to. But don't judge the story negatively if you think the
epilogue sucks. I warned you what it is... and is not.     The
Technician.

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Epilogue - Disaster Buoy, Colony Seven

273 years following the launch of Colony Ship Seven- more than two
centuries after it was assumed lost- a faint signal was detected from
its disaster buoy.

A disaster buoy is a message of last resort which is launched
automatically if a ship breaks up in space for any reason. It can also
be launched manually if a catastrophe overtakes the ship and there is
no other way to report back to home planet. 

Eight years after the first, faint signals were detected, the buoy was
within range of a deep space station and the information it contained
was able to be retrieved. What follows is the report  carried by that
buoy.

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Colony Seven has failed in the worst possible way. This planet cannot
support life and we are unable to lift off and relocate to the
alternate location.

Only days after planet fall, the colony ship began slowly sinking into
the ground. Emergency, `round-the-clock efforts were able to remove
almost all essential materials. Lost with the ship however, were all
report rockets, the disaster buoy, various repair and maintenance
parts, a significant amount of food supplies, and 73 members of the
crew, including myself, Captain Harriet Maazman.

As we descended into the depths of the planet, we each accepted our
fate and hoped that our sacrifice had enabled the others to offload
sufficient supplies for the colony to be successful.

Then the ship gradually slowed and we quit falling. It was as if we
were on some sort of giant elevator, which we later learned was
exactly what was occurring. Looking out of the port holes of the ship
after we stopped, it was obvious that we were in the center of what
appeared to be an artificial planet.

The engineers among us were ecstatic to see a technology that could
create or modify or move a planet into that thin orbital distance that
supports life. Finding a planet with the necessary metals, minerals,
and fluids to support life isn't the hard part of selecting colony
planets. It is finding a planet which has all that and is also the
proper distance from a proper-sized sun so that life as we know it can
exist.

It took a few months to figure out how to gain entrance to the
planetary control rooms. Once we were inside it took many more months
to be able to read the instruments and understand the manuals and
procedures. After a while, we were even able to use the surface
monitors, though we had no idea how they truly worked.

We could then see that something was terribly wrong up top. Nothing
was growing. We knew that plants aboard the ship were dying off, but
attributed that to being in the center of the planet. It was after the
crops again refused to grow in the second planting season that the
cause of the problem became known to us.

Raoul Tobin, one of the chief engineers, was attempting to figure out
what a strange cabinet-like device was in one of the labs. Suddenly he
started screaming, "Shit! Scheive! Skat! Skit! Mut! Merde! Bok! ..."

Raoul knew over 194 different words for fecal material, and was known
to go through the entire list several times if he was really upset. I
got his attention with a loud, "Mister Tobin!" which I followed
immediately with an equally loud command, "Report!"

"The word we can't read in the manuals," he began, "the one that talks
about the planetary systems." Pointing to the controls on the cabinet,
he said, "That is the word and symbol right there." Looking up at me
he said excitedly, "And do you know what it does?" He pushed it. "It
puts everything in the unit into total stasis. This damn planet is in
standby mode."

The words and symbols on the equipment provided the needed keys to the
language. Over the next few months more of the manuals were
translated. The planet had indeed been placed on standby until the
arrival of a colony ship from its creators' home planet. Judging from
the dust, corrosion, and other indications of the passage of time, it
had been waiting for centuries, if not millennia. 

Hand-written notes indicated that an attempt to colonize had been made
at some point, but failed because the planet, for some reason, would
not come out of stasis. After six years, the remnants of the colony
were evacuated to another location and this marvelous piece of
technology was abandoned as sterile and uninhabitable.

As time passed, we figured out many other things. One was that objects
thrown down into the elevator shaft never crashed into the bottom.
They fell the thousands of feet down the hole gaining speed most of
the way, but then decelerated and came almost to a stop before
drifting slowly to the floor of the control level.

It was in the middle of the fourth season that we came to understand
the true purpose of the sensors which were buried beneath the surface
of the planet. They were intended to detect life.

But they did more than that. If someone lived or spent a great deal of
time directly over one of the sensors, they somehow became linked to
the entire sensor network. We were able to talk to them... or more
exactly we were able to talk through them. Others could hear our
voices come from that person, or if they were alone, they would later
remember what was said. Unfortunately, those through whom we first
attempted to communicate were adjudged to be suffering from
hibernation sickness, so others would hide or ignore our attempts to
communicate.

The sensors appeared to be tuned to emotions in some way. When there
was significant activity- especially emotional activity- near one of
the sensors, it would register on the monitor panels in the control
room. Large family gatherings would cause the indicators to rise
slightly. Angry arguments would create an even larger rise in
readings. Sexual activity- especially a woman's orgasm- would create
the highest readings.

In fact, there was one woman, Jarleena, who evidently lived directly
over a sensor, and who was known to own an impressive collection of
personal sexual aides. Her almost nightly activities often caused the
level indicator to change colors from pale blue to bright yellow.

Three weeks ago, one of the engineers was finally able to translate
the section of the manual which dealt with the sensor monitor
displays. "Yellow means 80% of what it calls `trigger minimum,'" he
explained. "If we could just get her to go even higher, or perhaps to
have something else happening around her to elevate the background
levels, it should be enough to trigger the planet out of standby
mode."

Earlier tonight, the background levels from one sensor- the one
directly beneath the government building- began rising dramatically.
"That must be one hell of a meeting," I said aloud, "If we could only
get someone to orgasm on top of this, we would have the necessary
level."

Turning to the engineers in the room, I added, "But even if we can
communicate with someone in that room, how do we convince a bunch of
government leaders that they have to have an orgy so the planet will
come to life? Who is going to believe something that ridiculous and
unbelievable. It's not like I can just order them to offer up an
orgasm like a sacrifice to the gods."

"It's exactly that," Raoul shouted as he came into the room. "A
communication from the gods is the only thing people will believe
without proof. We need a believable prophet and we need a sacrifice to
the gods. Jarleena could be both at the same time... and she's already
there. She is a member of council; she's linked to the entire sensor
system; and she's insatiable sexually. We communicate through her and
tell them that the gods of the planet demand that they make her cum
like she's never cum before so that fertility can be restored. It
doesn't have to be real... or true... it only has to work."

"But she would know the truth of what had happened when she came back
to being herself, wouldn't she?" asked another of the engineers.

"Have them throw her down here to us," answered Raoul. 

Everyone looked over at him aghast, and he explained, "We will need to
eventually replace our numbers anyway. Someone has to run the control
room when we pass on. A sacrifice every couple of years will maintain
the necessary crew down here."

He picked up his well-read copy of the planet's manuals. "And from
what I can tell, we will have to repeat this peak reading every three
or four years anyway to keep the planet from going back into stasis."

So, three hours after nightfall last night, we began communicating
through the woman, Jarleena. Since then readings have continued to
rise. Additional computers and other equipment are starting to come on
line. I am unsure whether the power will remain functional after the
levels return to normal, so while power is at its peak, we will
attempt to launch our disaster buoy using what Raoul assures me is a
pulse cannon designed to shoot things into orbit around the planet.
Once the buoy is high enough into space, hopefully its internal
programming will take over and it will eventually find its way back to
our home planet.

The disaster buoy relies on cosmic winds and random interaction to
navigate through space, so it could take many, many years to reach the
home planet. If our plan works, there may still be people alive on
Colony Seven when you receive this message. If the plan fails, we all
will have become part of the dust of this barren planet, but you will
at least have the answer to why the colony failed. 

I am hopeful, but much depends on our actions here tonight, and the
actions of the people on the surface. Ultimately, however, the life of
the colony depends on the surface people, in some fashion, continuing
this strange, but necessary, ritual in future years. It is the only
way to insure the continuation of life on this planet.

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END OF STORY AND EPILOGUE
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