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"Weird." That's all that was on Chel's mind. She wasn't actually bored. Lexx had said something which she found interesting. "They aren't afraid of your being here 'contaminating' us?" It was a logical question. Wasn't there some sort of law in every science fiction series that stated you don't make contact at all with any undeveloped races.
"We are supposed to keep out of sight for our own safety." Lexx grinned, more than happy to keep talking about something that didn't involve his personal feelings in any way. "But truthfully, our technology would not be useful to your kind. It would take many life times for humans to figure out how a littan dataplate works. They could make their own in less time."
Lexx trailed off, turning again to look at Chel. She was really going to leave. It would only be for a short time, but she was going and now, he realized something. 'It hurts.' He let the words he wished he could say run around in his head. 'I've grown used to your presence in such a short time. I've got to get back to the game and win as soon as I can. I want you. I don't want to let you go, but I will not force you. Your choice. Please, come back to me, Chel. Don't leave me alone. I've had enough of alone. Until the end of the game,.. just have to wait until the end of the game. I cannot say -IT- again, until then. I must not,… but I know you feel for me.'
Another moment of silence. He just had to open his mouth. That was it. His jaw locked firmly, set against the desire to speak.
"Lexx?" Chel looked up at him, wondering what was on his mind.
3 thoughts on “August 27, 2003”
Groggy1
It’s called a Kindle!
Refugnic
Now wouldn’t that have been hilarious, if he would have thought on the ‘wrong’ line (the relay) and Chel would’ve gotten to ‘hear’ every single word 😀
KM
I was thinking that the whole time.
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