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The original biological copy of Tyhry remains on Earth, but she now has a set of Nyrtia's memory-altering nanites in her femtobot endosymbiont. With her memories and thought processes now under Nyrtia's control, Tyhry is like her father, unable to contemplate the possibility that ancient aliens are watching over Humanity.
The Hierozyme Intervention Chapter 5 - Exile (Chap. 1)(Chap. 2)(Chap. 3)(Chap. 4)
The Sunday evening routine at Casanay revolved around the playing of a complex stock trading game that Zeta had created and continued to continually modify. The only reason Eddy continued to play was because Zeta had, over the previous decade, incorporated science fiction elements into her game. The goal was to control the economies of the majority of the planets (the game had expanded to include all 112 inhabited planets that Eddy had included in his published science fiction stories).
Starting a gaming session was delayed for two reasons. First, Tyhry made a strange speech immediately after dinner during which she thanked her parents for allowing Marda to sleep over that weekend. She then thanked Marda for "the best weekend ever". Then Tyhry thanked her parents for "the best life ever".Puzzled, Zeta had jokingly asked, "Will we be getting this kind of 'thank you' at regular twelve year intervals?"
Eddy had then muttered, "What's going on?"
Rylla had suggested, "I recognize a pattern. Marda becomes very polite when she has done something forbidden."
Marda had laughed and said, "You can blame me for any trouble Tyhry finds herself in." Then she changed the subject and asked, "Zeta, tell me about the high finance game you invented."
The second delay was created by the guests. It took Zeta half an hour to explain to Rylla and Marda the workings of the Galactic Stock Market that was the core of the game. Finally, because Marda was now continually telepathically linked to Tyhry, she told Zeta, "Okay, I get it."
Rylla laughed and said, "Maybe I should go to business school for a few years."
Tyhry said, "Here's how we'll do this: teams. Rylla, you work with Zeta. Marda, you are with me." She pointed at Anthony who was picking up empty glasses and ice cream bowls, "And Anthony and dad are the third team."
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Tyhry and Marda went to Tyhry's suite of rooms. Tyhry told Marda, "We'll be continuing the game that I've been playing with my parents for the past three months."
Back in the dining room, Anthony asked Eddy, "Do you really need me?"
"No, but you are welcome to try to help my lost cause." Eddy was in control of the economies of only seven planets and had been hopelessly behind both Zeta and Tyhry for months. Eddy contented himself by continually developing a version of the Galactic Stock Market game that was on his website for the enjoyment of his fans who had several years previously organized a series of online tournaments for players of the game.
Anthony was expecting Nyrtia to arrive at any moment. Just before dinner, Tyhry had completed the programming of zeptites so that now a continual stream of hierozymes was being assembled from hierions that were collected every time Casanay's gas-burning water heaters were used. It was clear that Tyhry was going ahead with mass production of methane-destroying hierozymes. Anthony took the dishes to the kitchen and discovered that both Nyrtia and Manny were there. Anthony could not see them: they had not instantiated in human-scale bodies. Nyrtia was inside Pepper the cat's body and Manny was there, inside Trib the cat. When Anthony entered the kitchen, he was linked into the on-going telepathic conversation between Nyrtia and Manny. Nyrtia said: You can handle the memory wipe, Anthony.
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Pepper hissed at Trib. Nyrtia said: I've always been very kind to Tyhry. It is you who have brought this upon Tyhry.
Anthony put a popcorn bag in the microwave oven then began loading the dishwasher. He said: I don't mind doing it. I think it will actually give the poor girl a more normal personality if she is robbed of her obsession with programming zeptites. Anthony had for years been uncomfortable knowing that a human on Earth was being allowed to use bumpha zeptite technology. It would be a relief to put an end to that and get back to normal.
Manny told Nyrtia: You don't have to do this. It won't be until next winter that natural gas usage will increase and then a significant number of hierozymes will be released.
Nyrtia was uneasy. It had been absurdly easy for Anthony to notice what was going on when Tyhry started making hierozymes. I don't know what your game is, Manny. I'm nipping this hierozyme nonsense in the bud before you get the idea that this kind of deployment of advanced bumpha technology will be tolerated on Earth.
Manny told Nyrtia: Think of it this way, Nyrtia. If atmospheric methane levels start to drop, it will be a morale boost for humans. They'll see that endlessly rising greenhouse gas levels is not inevitable. They'll buckle down and solve the carbon dioxide problem.
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Anthony pulled the popcorn out of the oven and put it into a bowl. Wish me luck. He exited from the kitchen and headed for Tyhry's suite. Anthony always worried when editing memories; there was simply no way to avoid unintended damage to the neural circuits. Anthony knocked and entered. Marda and Tyhry were only paying minimal attention to the on-going game. In fact, Anthony had interrupted them in the middle of a long hot kiss. Anthony announced, "Popcorn. Who wants salt or butter?"
Tyhry was a bit irked at Anthony for barging in. "Just set it on the table." She pulled a hand off of Marda to point at the table.
Anthony returned to the hallway and closed the door, but he now had his memory-editing infites inside of Tyhry's femtobot endosymbiont. Ignoring the enticing aroma of popped corn and butter, Tyhry and Marda returned to their deep breathing and kissing. When Tyhry finally went to the popcorn bowl, Eddy was speaking through her phone and describing his next move in the galactic finance game. As he described a complex stock swap that might flip control of the planet Sermyth, Marda said, "I wonder how he came up with the name Sermyth for a planet?"
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Marda popped a piece of corn in her mouth and said, "But it is an important planet. How many billions of years ago did the Hua arise? That started it all!"
Tyhry started to undress Marda. "You started it all. It will be my pleasure to finish it."
Marda laughed, but began re-buttoning as fast as Tyhry was unbuttoning. She telepathically said: Cool it, Tyhry. My mom's gonna get tired of the game soon and want to take me home. We'll be alone first thing tomorrow when you fly me to school. Remember, we need to get the other gas well producing hierozymes... we need to get in and out before the workmen arrive.
But Tyhry was not desisting in her efforts to undress Marda. Ylyndra told Marda: Tyhry can't hear you. Anthony edited her memories and I think he damaged her telepathic ability.
Marda asked, "You can't hear me?"
"I hear you fine."
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Tyhry laughed. "You should not take may father's stories so seriously. Telepathy is fun in science fiction, but really... how could it possibly work?"
Marda felt a sinking feeling. She told Tyhry, "It is worse than I thought. Nyrtia took your memory of us being tryp'At."
Tyhry giggled, "You can pretend to be tryp'At when you are on Eddy's website, but don't expect me to play that game. Now that I have you in my arms I have better games to play."
Marda jumped to her feet. "Tyhry! You are not yourself. Nyrtia must have edited your memories."
Tyhry looked up at Marda and rubbed her forehead. "Nyrtia?"
"You don't remember? This morning... Nyrtia warned you..."
Tyhry stood up and put her arms around Marda. Tyhry's phone now squawked with Zeta coaching Rylla on how to announce their next move in the game. "Oh, bother. It is our turn next."
Marda spoke to Ylyndra: This is terrible! Tyhry's mind had been cleansed of more than just the tricks of zeptite programming.
But there was no reply from Ylyndra who had gone to the kitchen. Arriving right behind Anthony, Ylyndra tuned into Nyrtia's commentary on Anthony's work: Good, Tyhry has no memory of what she did."
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Ylyndra told Manny: I'll be heading out.
Anthony asked Ylyndra: Did you really think that I'd let you use Tyhry to make your hierozymes?
Ylyndra replied: You did let Tyhry make a few hierozymes. Why not a few more? What would be the harm?
Nyrtia cut in: Don't whine, Ylyndra. We left Tyhry with her memories of Marda. They will be happy together.
Manny asked: What about the other copy of Tyhry at Observer Base?
Nyrtia had already instantiated a replicoid copy of Tyhry at Observer Base. Yes, I better attend to that Tyhry. Nyrtia returned to Observer base.
Ylyndra told Anthony: I hope you can live with yourself. You destroyed Tyhry's free will and agency.
Ylyndra and Manny departed from Casanay. Anthony went to the great room and tried to be of assistance to Eddy in the game. He ended up helping Eddy debug some code for the online version of the game. Eventually, Rylla returned to the great room, announcing, "I've had enough. I'm not helping, I'm just getting in Zeta's way." And she was satisfied with that, since Zeta had just used her tongue to give Rylla a mind-altering orgasm. Rylla asked Anthony, "Where is Marda? We should be going."
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Nyrtia allowed the older replicoid to activate the new Tyhry replicoid at Observer Base. As the new replicoid copy of Tyhry began to realize what had happened to her, Nyrtia finished loading her orientation nanites into Tyhry. "Just take things slow." Nyrtia told her new guest at Observer Base, "This is a copy of you from a previous Reality... Tyhry2, meet Tyhry1."
Tyhry2 complained, "Why can't I be Tyhry1? I'm the real Tyhry from the current Reality." She told the other Tyhry, "You are just a ghost form a forgotten Reality."
Tyhry1 laughed. "You're not even Tyhry2. The real Tyhry2 has gone off to visit planet Tar'tron in the galactic core. And don't try to annoy me by calling my Reality a relic of the past. I'll show you a Simulation System that gives us access to all past Realities and also simulations of possible future Realities."
Tyhry2 asked, "Are you serious? You have access to a Simulator, just like in dad's fiction?"
"The alien technology that dad described in his novels is not fiction."
Nyrtia told Tyhry2, "You seem to be adjusting well to your new life. Remember, you are now a femtobot replicoid. Enjoy your artificial life and if you have any questions, just let me know." Nyrtia dissolved her nanite components and drifted away.
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Tyhry2 took Tyhry1 by the hand and led her towards the Fishbowl. "Different. First of all, you do not need to eat anymore. You can eat, but it is pointless. The best thing about not eating is that your new body makes no excrement."
Tyhry2 reached a hand inside her skirt. "I really am a tryp'At. So that's what an allzaurish feels like."
Tyhry1 yanked Tyhry2's arm, pulling her hand out of her skirt. "Don't play with your allzaurish. I'll introduce you to your new equipment when we get home."
Tyhry2 patted Tyhry1's crotch. "You have a penis?"
"You have a penis. Can't you feel it?"
"Yes, I think I can. I've never felt so... excited." She put her hand down inside the front of her skirt just as they were passing another resident of Observer Base who asked Tyhry1, "Another Tyhry?"
"Ya. Just in from Earth." Then she told Tyhry2, "Stop playing with your genitals."
Tyhry2 said, "The glans of my clitoris is huge and hard."
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Tyhry2 felt her sexual pleasure sky-rocketing. No longer able to tolerate her own finger tips on her clitoris nor able to keep walking, she stood still and closed her eyes. She asked telepathically: How old are you?
Tyhry1 replied: I've been here at Observer base for 87 physioyears. But I stopped this body from aging when I hit 30.
Both Tyhry's achieved telepathic orgasms and before Tyhry1 had recovered, Tyhry1 pulled Tyhry2 back to walking. When she could speak again, Tyhry2 asked, "Where are we going? I saw something in your mind... you are going to show me Casanay?"
"Yes, I want to see how your biocopy is doing."
Tyhry2 put her hand back inside her skirt. "My clitoris is growing!"
"Oh, bother. Didn't you read dad's stories. Don't..." But it was too late.
Tyhry2's penis had emerged from its abdominal storage compartment. Tyhry2 pulled down her skirt and looked at her penis. "Wow. I'm huge."
Tyhry1 pushed Tyhry2's penis back into its sheath. "Don't do that in public. I'll show how to use your penis when we get home." She pulled Tyhry2's skirt back into place.
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"You need to learn how to be a tryp'At. For the rest of your life your penis will be erect. You can ejaculate internally anytime you like. Try it." Tyhry1 telepathically showed Tyhry2 how to stimulate her penis without touching it.
Tyhry2 stopped walking again and when she ejaculated she gave a little scream. "Oh!"
Tyhry1 led Tyhry2 inside the Fishbowl and they sat at one of the consoles. Tyhry1 brought up a view of the biological Tyhry on Earth. "She's a horny little devil."
"I get very horny. She gets horny. I am horny." Tyhry2 again slipped her hand inside her skirt and began fondling the swollen tip of her penis.
"Stop that. You can call your copy on Earth bioTyhry. Remember, she is no longer you. From today on, your two minds will diverge. I want to figure out how much she can remember." Tyhry1 brought up a view of Marda who was being questioned by Rylla.
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Rylla asked Marda, "Tyhry forgot all she knew about zeptites?"
"I think so." Marda slowly shook her head. "Anyhow, that's what Nyrtia said would happen. I did not want to believe it."
Rylla said, "At least you were not harmed.""Wasn't I? How do I know what memories I lost?"
"You seem fine."
"I'm not fine. I don't think Tyhry can even remember having been telepathically linked to me."
"I can tell she still loves you. "
"But she does not remember that she is tryp'At. And what does it matter. The hierozyme project is dead."
Rylla hugged Marda. "You'll be fine, darling. There are a hundred ways to fight climate change. Pick one and get on with your life. I'll be getting on with mine."
Marda asked, "What does that mean?"
"There's no point in me remaining here."
"You are going to abandon me?"
"Rylla will stay with you. But me, Systolina, there's nothing for me here, now."
"Systolina?"
"I'm Systolina, a positronic robot from Deep Time."
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Systolina held Marda tight. "Your mother died three years ago, along with your father. I stepped in and pretended to be your mother. And Rylla will stay with you even after I depart. So you'll have your mother. And Tyhry. Your life will go on."
Marda pulled back and looked at Rylla. Somehow, Marda knew it was all true and she was not even very surprised. "Systolina. Can you show me?"
Rylla allowed her physical form to shift and she took on the original form of Systolina, as described in Eddy's novel The Nanite Smuggler.
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Rylla and Marda continued to talk, but Tyhry1 was satisfied and told Tyhry2, "Wow, I totally missed that! Rylla is actually Systolina."
Tyhry2 asked, "What does she mean? Rylla will remain."
Tyhry1 explained, "Systolina is a replicoid copy of a positronic robot. She'll go back to the Hierion Domain, but a replicoid will remain to care for Marda."
"How weird."
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When Tyhry2 recovered from her orgasm and began trying to rub up another one, Tyhry1 pushed her penis back into her body, pulled up her skirt and led Tyhry2 out of the Fishbowl. Tyhry2 asked, "You know how to program zeptites?"
"Yes, of course."
"So I can can continue to learn about zeptite programming?"
"Yes, but don't expect to be babied by Manny. I've had to work hard to figure out how to use zeptites to improve my access to the Sedron Time Stream."
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Tyhry1 asked, "So you don't have visions of the future?"
Tyhry2 shook her head. "That's just in dad's stories."
"Well, we'll have to investigate what has been blocking you from accessing information about the future via the Sedron Time Stream. That mystery must be related to Manny's current Casanay Intervention. Why did Manny get you exiled to Observer Base for no apparent gain?"
Tyhry2 shrugged. "I didn't do anything. I thought I'd get to talk to Manny before being exiled."
Tyhry1 suggested, "There might be a way to crack this case. We can try telepathically linking and see if that improves my access to the Time Stream. So far I've been blocked from seeing your future... apparently there is a Temporal Paradox in play.
Tyhry1 led Tyhry2 into an underground monorail station. "I live out on the periphery." They boarded a rail car and were soon being transported out of the core of Observer Base. "We'll get to the bottom of these mysteries." Tyhry2 was again investigating her allzaurish. Tyhry1 added, "And I'll introduce you to the anatomy of your tryp'At bottom."
Tyhry2 said, "It is true... I have two vaginas." Then she lifted up her shirt and saw that she now had four nipples. She reached up had felt the tip of an ear, which was now pointed. "The tryp'At phenotype."
"Yes, Eddy described it in detail in his novels.""And dad is also tryp'At?"
"Your dad? I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no. I suspect it is different in each Reality, depending on what Manny is trying to accomplish. If he is, his tryp'At features are all hidden by developmental control nanites."
End Chapter 5
I had Claude help me with lyrics for a song titled "Literal Legal Fiction".Next: plans for Chapter 6 of "The Hierozyme Intervention".
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