Kac'hin Conversion

in the nanorealm

On this page (below) is part 3 of the science fiction story "Hierion Writers Club". When Grean the Kac'hin takes control of Eternity, the residents of Nanoville suddenly find themselves undergoing a conversion. Formerly the tools of R. Gohrlay, now they must either work with Grean or join R. Nyrtia's resistance forces.

 

"Hierion Writers Club" is an account of Mary's teleportation duplicate and her life in the Hierion Domain where she is known as 'Yira'. Yira becomes involved with the creation of the Writers Block. Incidentally, "Hierion Writers Club" is also an origins story for Wendy. How were some of the positronic robots of Earth re-programmed and utilized as operatives by Grean?

  ⎯ Hierion Writers Club ؄

 

3. Greans's Arrival. (read parts 1 and 2) 

Wendy's aircar was taking Wendy and Yira across Nanoville towards the home of Charlotte Burke. Yira was trying to remember the details of Charlotte's life and her writing career. Yira mused, "If Charlotte was brought here fifty years ago, she must have been about my age at that time."

"Yes, and she was not yet married when I made her teleportation duplicate." Wendy had perfect recall of the events surrounding Charlotte's duplication process and how difficult it had been for Charlotte's replicoid to adjust to life in the nanorealm. "You think of her as Charlotte Burke, but the copy of Charlotte who lives here calls herself Charlotte Turner."

"And so this Charlotte Turner never wrote the books by Charlotte Burke that I know and love."

"Well, Charlotte is like you and has some ability to use the Bimanoid Interface. However, back in those days, I had to carry the story ideas to Earth in the form of infites. So, our Charlotte did influenced the writings of Charlotte Burke. However, Nyrtia wanted to exploit Charlotte's telepathic abilities for another purpose, not transmitting futuristic ideas to her copy on Earth."

 

The aircar was slowing for approach to Charlotte's house, which appeared similar to a conventional home on Earth if you ignored the fact that it had no doors or windows. Wendy brought Yira into the house and Charlotte was there, working at a desk, her back to Wendy and Yira as they approached. 

 

The walls were decorated with many paintings and also framed bits of poetry. Yira read one of the snippets:

 

With the gold chains of hymeneal love,

bind the fair wreath on virgin-beauty's brow.

Thy wild spirit from this bed roves,

spreading joy for distant minds to know.

 

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Charlotte turned off the equipment she had been using and turned her swiveling chair towards Yira and crossed her arms. Wendy performed the introductions and Charlotte nodded to Yira.

 

Wendy gestured to a sofa and then Yira and Wendy sat down. Yira wanted to shake hands with Charlotte, but there was no opportunity to even approach the woman.

Yira did not simply feel like she might be interrupting some routine chore, but she also had the distinct feeling that Charlotte was very busy and greatly resented the interruption of her work. In the growing silence, not really knowing what to say, Yira stammered, "I'm slowly learning about Nanoville... and I'm not sure how I'm going to adapt..."

Charlotte pierced Wendy with dagger-like eyes. "It is no fun struggling to accommodate one's self to being used. For all their technical wizardry, the probots never seem to understand the raw emotion of human resentment."

Yira was surprised to hear Charlotte's confrontational tone. Wendy suggested, "Let's not get into an argument about my short-comings, Charlotte. My hope is that you will help Yira adjust to the nanorealm. If you are too busy, then maybe you can delegate the task."

Charlotte shrugged. "I'm no busier than usual, although I'm finding it hard to resist the growing avalanche of anxiety over the pending Change."

Yira could sense that there was some unspoken source of tension between Charlotte and Wendy. The only references to "Change" in Yira's infites seemed to be a topic fundamental to how the probots made use of time travel technology. When they altered the timeline of Earth, the probots caused Reality Changes. Another silence began to grow. Yira told Charlotte, "One of my big challenges at this moment is adjusting my thinking so as to fit in the consequences of time travel."

Earth's Reality Chain

Charlotte tried to smile but managed to bring only a look of grim, tight-lipped patience to her face. "The rumor is that the probots are losing control of Eternity. So, Yira, it might be useless for you to even try to understand the intricacies of time travel and what Wendy has planned for you."

Yira asked Wendy, "Who is trying to take control of Eternity?"

Wendy explained, "Before positronic robots began serving Humanity, the fate of Earth and the human species was in the hands of aliens... creatures known as the pek. There is a never-ending struggle to keep the pek at bay so that humans can have a future..." Her voice tailed off, "...with..."

 

Charlotte looked intently at Wendy to determine if the robot was done speaking. Charlotte told Yira, "And while this struggle over the fate of Humanity goes on, I'm supposed to knit the residents of Nanoville into a coherent and stable community..." Charlotte did not even try to hide her sense of futility.

 

Wendy was having trouble saying what she wanted to say. Thinking that cognitive hesitation was an indication that either R. Gohrlay or R. Nyrtia was trying to take control of the conversation, Wendy relaxed and stopped trying to resist. She suggested, "Charlotte, this might be a good time for you to take a break from your work. Spend some time helping get Yira adjusted to the Hierion Domain... I would be personally grateful."

 

"It is nice of you to ask rather than just order me to do as you say." Charlotte chuckled. "Sorry to say, however Wendy, but I feel no personal loyalty to you. I'm devoted to my 'work' and I don't have the patience to deal with another newbie. Why should I help you hoodwink another poor girl that you abducted from Earth?" Charlotte turned her eyes to Yira and said, "I'm sympathetic to your struggle to adjust to the nanorealm, but I'm busy with my own affairs."

 

Yira was amused by the feisty Charlotte. She could not restrain her curiosity. She felt a growing sense of physical, even sexual attraction to Charlotte that she tried to ignore. "What is it that you do to help the community?"

 

Due to her fame in Nanoville, and the source of that fame, Charlotte was not very comfortable having to explain her work to new arrivals from Earth. "I think of myself as an emotion engineer."

 

the Hierion Domain

  Yira giggled in surprise. "What does that mean?"

 

Wendy told Yira, "Almost everyone here in the nanorealm is like you Yira, telepathically sensitive to the emotions of other people."

 

Yira admitted, "I'm feeling a telepathic link to Charlotte. My esteem for her writing -the work of Charlotte Burke on Earth- seems to be shifting into a strong attraction, a feeling of... lust." Yira was uneasy discussing what she was experiencing.

 

Charlotte nodded. "That's my job. I try to link thousands of people into a coherent and cooperative social network, by means of emotional manipulation. My thought pattern is a very powerful guiding force... I can bring people to sexual climax just by flooding their mind with my emotions."

 

Wendy added, "So you can imagine that Charlotte is very popular and her services are in demand."

Yira was struggling to understand. "Wait, now. Are you telling me that you have sex with thousands of..." Her imagination failed.

Charlotte sighed. "I don't have to touch people. In fact, it can be dangerous for me to have physical contact with others. I do a daily... sexual performance... and thousands of people join in telepathically."

Wendy described those 'performances' as being a kind of telepathic orgy. "There are about a dozen such performers who satisfy 90% of the demand for this kind of community sexual experience here in Nanoville. Eventually we hope to achieve a type of universal feeling of unity and love among everyone..."

Yira proclaimed, "How bizarre!"

the pek

"Well, of course, some folks prefer to get their orgasms the old fashioned way. Most people make love to their partner while they tune in to my performance, so they get a mixture of sensory and telepathic stimulation. They are addicted to those daily telepathic linkups." Charlotte added, "And I must invent an exciting new imaginary sexual experience each day to keep my fans entertained."

Wendy told Yira, "The service provided by Charlotte and the other Masters of Sex is more than simple entertainment. Thousands of minds are regularly linked and united in loving unity and bliss. That gives Nanoville a central focus of community stability, a foundation for the great effort that we are engaged in."

Yira tried to state her understanding of the 'great effort': "All this community sex as a way of resisting the pek?"

Charlotte told Yira, "A major problem is that some people here in Nanoville regard the pek as nothing more than a fictional invention of the probots. Nobody here has ever met a pek, so there is a credibility problem."

Yira had grown up on Earth as Mary, a skeptic, doubting the existence of the fairies, witches and gods that other people professed to fear and worship. She told Charlotte, "I'm struggling to find a good motivation and reason to fall in line with Wendy's desire that I now devote my life to helping my copy on Earth write fiction. I have to wonder: is this really the way to create a future for Humanity?"

Wendy nodded. "This is our strategy... we positronic robots are trying to push the Earthlings towards development of a technological society. If Humanity is going to successfully resist the pek, we need to spread telepathic humans through the entire galaxy. In our estimation, that is the path towards a glorious future of human adventure and fulfillment."

Charlotte was sympathetic to Yira's doubts. "Some folks here in Nanoville can't sustain any faith in the myth of the pek. They simply drop out of the struggle for the future and devote themselves to simple pleasures."

positronic robot

Yira's infites provided her with a clear explanation of how billions of stars were arranged in the galaxy. She had a brief vision of Humanity in the future spreading out from Earth to colonize the galaxy. "Well, of course I want my life to have meaning, I want to do important work... but not at the expense of living in a fantasy world where I imagine myself in a vast struggle for the fate of the galaxy."

The comunit beside Charlotte was insistently signalling. She said, "I need to take this call." She opened the connection and spoke to the caller, "Hello, Pols."

 

Wendy spoke to Yira, "Of course, you are going to have to reach your own conclusion about the pek and the threat they represent to Humanity."

 

Charlotte said, "No, I don't understand that either."

 

Yira was trying to listen to Charlotte and Wendy at the same time. She told Wendy, "Why don't you just use your infites to make me believe in these invisible pek?"

 

Wendy replied, "They are not invisible... although they can alter their form and appearance. The pek just don't bother having many direct contacts with humans. You could say that such mingling is against their religion."

 

Charlotte was saying, "Well, then do drop by. I'm busy, but you might be amused... there is a newbie here just arrived from Earth-"

Yira asked Wendy, "Pek religion? I'm not finding anything about that in my infites..."

Galaxia

Wendy explained, "I'm trying to describe a complex situation in terms that you can understand. The pek would probably say it is a matter of ethics. Or rituals. You see, the pek think of humans as being unclean, unholy... unworthy of their attention."

 

Charlotte said, "Yes, Pols. That will be fine."

Yira tried to understand what Wendy was telling her about the pek. "Well, maybe the pek are so advanced, so far developed beyond we humans..."

Charlotte said, "Good. See you soon." Now done using the comunit, Charlotte turned back towards Yira.

Wendy was saying, "The pek have existed for a few billion years. Yira, I ask you to think about some unpleasant creature on Earth, like a slug in your vegetable garden."

 

Charlotte asked Wendy, "Why a slug? You probots claim that the pek created we humans... would they make a slug?"

 

Wendy nodded, "Think of the possibilities that could be worse... what if you had to deal with, oh, say, a fire-breathing dragon in your garden? The pek make sure that slugs evolve, not dragons. They've done their job, but don't expect the pek to spend time with the slug."

 

Yira laughed, "Directed evolution?"

 

Charlotte waved her hand dismissively, "Wendy can invent a thousand reasons for why you should believe in the pek, Yira. She won't stop needling you until you cave in and adopt the probot view of reality. Allow me to change the subject. I was just chatting with my great-grand daughter, Pols. She's on her way here. Wendy suggested that I delegate and since Pols has nothing better to do..." Charlotte glared at Wendy and shrugged. "Now maybe I can get back to work". She turned her chair and glanced at her desk.

 

Wendy said, "Oh, good! Thank you, Charlotte." Wendy got to her feet. "We'll get out of your way and let you get back to work." Wendy imagined that maybe she had discovered the reason why Pols had been brought to Nanoville, although there was no real point in trying to understand R. Nyrtia's special projects. If Pols could help Yira adjust to Nanoville, that was good enough for Wendy.

 

Nanites

 Yira stood up and now finally Charlotte came across the room and shook Yira's hand. Yira felt a hot flush ignite in her skin, then Charlotte quickly pulled away and dropped her hand. Charlotte was there in Yira's mind, stimulating her lustful desires. Wendy guided Yira out of the house and they walked towards Wendy's aircar. Wendy told Yira, "A word of warning. Pols is from the future."

 

Yira was not listening to Wendy, she was trying to control her breathing. With each heaving breath she could feel her erect nipples rubbing against the silky fabric that her clothing nanites had dressed her in. She told Wendy, "I almost had an orgasm when Charlotte touched me."

"Charlotte is good at her work, but she can become a major distraction... some people become obsessed with her erotic powers of suggestion." Wendy tried to imagine a reason why Pols had been brought to Nanoville from the future, but she did not find that datum accessible, which suggested Pols was involved in some secret project involving Nyrtia, possibly something that Nyrtia did not want Wendy to know about. 

 

Wendy noticed the turmoil in Yira's mind that had been triggered by Charlotte. She told Yira, "Charlotte can be a wee bit intense and overbearing. You'll be more comfortable with Pols, who is just about your age. She grew up on Earth in the 20th century and will be able to explain to you the coming technological revolution that will encompass Earth. Maybe you'll get some good story ideas from Pols that you can pass along to Mary." Wendy pointed to an aircar that was approaching. "Pols witnessed the start of Earth's Space Age."

Yira watched the aircar as it settled in for a landing and suggested, "Maybe I could visit the future."

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Wendy gave her head a small shake. "Due to the danger of creating a Time Paradox, trips through time are kept to a minimum. You have important work to do here in this time. Sadly, you may never get to experience time travel."

Pols got out of her aircar and waved to Wendy who she had met once soon after her arrival in Nanoville. Wendy made a small gesture of farewell with her hand and told Yira, "I'll leave you with Pols." Wendy got into her car. Yira opened the passenger side door of Wendy's car and grabbed The Prob Visitation. Yira closed the door and Wendy flew away.

Yira walked over to Pols and said, "Hi, I'm Ma... Yira." Yira saw that Pols was only wearing a short skirt. Her small breasts were decorated with a few colorful flowers that had been painted on her skin.

The two young women shook hands and Pols said, "Jump in, Yira." Soon the two young women were cruising off across Nanoville. Pols activated the autopilot and turned to Yira, glancing at Yira's nipples where they pushed out against her blouse. "Looks like you got the treatment from grams."

infites

 Noticing that Pols' little nipples were also stiffening, Yira giggled, "I'm still tingling and dripping. You did not inherit the gift of giving telepathic orgasms from your grandmother?"

"No, I lack her high-octane sex skills and I have to work for my all of my orgasms. I suppose I would not have been allowed to live on Earth as long as I was if I'd had Charlotte's telepathic abilities."

Yira asked, "What is octane?" There was nothing about 'octane' in her Hierion Domain orientation infites.

"In the future, there will be mechanical carriages powered by combustible liquid fuel called... I think you Brits will call it petrol. The higher octane fuel is good for race cars."

 

For a minute Yira watched the passing scenery of Nanoville and thought about Charlotte's high-octane sexuality. She glance at Pols, carefully examining her pretty face. "I hope you can tell me all about the future." Yira had been listening carefully to Pols' odd accent and trying to guess where she had lived on Earth. "Where did you grow up?"

"In America. Tell me Yira, when are you from? I can't place your accent."

"I just arrived from the 19th century. Wendy teleported me to Nanoville earlier today."

"Well, welcome to the nanorealm. Let me know if there is something special you want to see or do... otherwise, I'll just go about my usual routine... I've spent the past week exploring and tracking down relatives such as Charlotte." Pols reflected for a moment on her past life on Earth and then said, "I grew up during the sexual revolution and was what became known as a flower child... in San Francisco."

"San Francisco... is that in New Spain?"

"Yes, that part of North America that you might have heard described as Alta California."

"Ah, as mentioned in Charlotte's novel, Calafia in Brittany."

Pols laughed. "You can blame my grandmother Isabella for Calafia in Brittany. Her replicoid copy is also here in Nanoville. Isabella worked with Charlotte to develop the original idea that grew into that crazy Calafia story." Pols thought about her lineage of ancestors. "Actually, without a copy of the family tree in front of me, I can't keep it all straight. That literary Isabella was also one of my great-grand parents and there was another Isabella in the family, too." Pols did not bother to mention that she was descended from Charlotte by way of an illegitimate son of a soldier, born about 1890. "Now that I think about it, Charlotte had a grandmother named Mary."

 

The aircar slowed and landed near the largest building that Yira had seen in Nanoville. Pols told Yira, "This is a dormitory for folks who have not yet built and moved to their own home." 

 

Pols pulled a framed painting from the back cargo space of the aircar and then walked towards the dormitory entrance. Yira brought along her copy of The Prob Visitation. The painting that Pols carried depicted a gloriously green and rustic farm scene.

 

Pols led Yira inside to an office where she spoke to an automated system, "This is Yira, newly arrived from Earth. Assign her a suite. I suggest the available one next to mine."

Yira meets the great³-grand-daughter of Charlotte

The artificial intelligence system spoke as a disembodied voice, "Confirmed. Welcome, Yira. Let me know if you need anything."

Pols took Yira down a long corridor towards her suite of rooms. She pulled the copy of The Prob Visitation from Yira's hand. "Did you write this?"

 

Yira gave her head a shake. "That book is from my future. Apparently I helped write it. I will help..."

Pols gave the book back to Yira and then she pointed down the hallway, "Your suite is the next door down." They went into Pols' suite of rooms. 

 

Yira glanced around. The entry parlor was a strange mixture of variously designed furnishings and decorations. Pols said, "Each transient who stays here adds their own knickknacks. I'll be moving out soon... I'm building my own home..." She took a brightly colored wall hanging down from its place on the wall and dropped it on the floor. She substituted the new pastoral painting. She bent down and scooped up the gaudy hanging from the floor. "I hate this thing." Yira could see that under her short skirt, Pols was nude.

 

They passed on from the entryway into a large living room.

 

Pols stopped, surprised to see a visitor inside her suite. 

The stranger said, "Hello ladies." She told Yira, "I'm Grean."

Pols had already met Grean previously. Now she asked, "Is it true? You are booting out the probots?"

temporal momentum

Grean grinned and showed her large pointed canine teeth, "Anyone who wants to cooperate with me is welcome to stay and help." Grean was dressed in a thin body suit. She lifted her dainty foot off the floor, "I don't have a boot."

Yira asked Pols, "What's going on?"

Pols had crammed the disliked wall hanging into an atomic disintegration disposal cabinet and now she explained, "Rumors have been spreading that aliens..." She pointed at Grean, "... are taking control of Eternity." She moved closer to Grean, looking closely at Grean's alien features, large eyes and long pointed ears. Pols could feel the telepathic touch of Grean's mind, and there was something she could almost see in Grean's thoughts. She place a hand on Grean, trying to strengthen her telepathic connection to the Kac'hin. Suddenly Pols felt confident that it was all true, that Grean was taking over. "Capturing Eternity must be a large undertaking. I'm surprised that you have time to pay personal attention to me... and Yira."

"Let's chat." Grean gestured to the furniture and they all sat down. "I am particularly interested in Nanoville residents such as you two who have not yet had a chance to fall under the sway of the positronic robots. However, Pols, don't imagine that you are all that special. I'll be speaking with everyone in Eternity. Each of you deserves individual attention during this transition of power."

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Pols was skeptical, "Everyone, all up and down the timeline? There must be millions of people who have in the past, are currently or will be living in Eternity during future times."

Grean nodded. "Yes, as you surmise it is a large task. However, I have no qualms about duplicating myself enough times to meet the demands of my job..." She waved her hand casually. "...but this is not about me. I'm particularly concerned about the residents of Nanoville... I can't escape the feeling that this place is a kind of abomination... not suited for human residents."

"Abomination?" Pols laughed. "Yes, my grandma Char lives in sin and I refuse to wear a bra, but what is the harm? Are you really going to lecture us about our religious failures?"

"Not at all!" Grean shook her head. "I am surprised by how many of you are framing this conversion process in religious terms. And by the way, I'm not disturbed by the sight of your cute breasts."

Yira asked, "Conversion?"

"I want to convert as many of you as possible away from support of the positronic robots and their plans. I'd like you to adopt a more direct loyalty to Humanity and human self-interest." Grean's hand gripped the armrest of her chair. She said emphatically, "You should not be the puppets of these telepathic robots!"

Pols guffawed. "We should be puppets of the pek, instead?"

Reality Changes

Grean shrugged and replied, "I think you have heard that the pek created the human species."

"And I've heard that they also planned to replace us, with a new, more advanced species, the Prelands."

Grean nodded. "Yes. All things change. Biological forms evolve. I ask you to adopt a wide perspective... what kind of future do you want for the Planet Earth, say, five million years from now? Do you imagine that there can be no higher form of life than the human species?"

Yira asked, "Tell us, Grean... are you human?"

"Almost so. I'm a modified human, designed by the pek to have access to the Sedronic Domain." She looked around the room. "I'm quite familiar with the Sedronic Domain, but I'll freely admit that I'm still struggling to understand the Hierion Domain and the labyrinth of space-time bubbles such as Nanoville that have been created by the positronic robots."

the Sedronic Domain

There was a knock at the door. Pols got up, went to the entry way and pulled open the front door. There was Wendy. Wendy quickly walked into the apartment, went directly towards Grean and demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Grean gave a mocking reply, "The usual." Grean intensified her telepathic probing of Wendy's positronic memory banks. "Busy day for you, Wendy?"

Wendy had been alerted to the fact that thousands of copies of Grean had appeared in Nanoville. She had been ordered by R. Nyrtia to check on Yira. She asked Grean, "Just how many copies of you are there?"

"I'm not tracking the total number, but I was made as copy 894,902 about an hour ago." Grean looked from face to face. "I'm pleased to have all three of you here in one place. None of you is a very good match for the nanorealm and I can offer you a way out..."

Wendy seemed to speak with a slurred voice, "I feel strange..."

Grean explained, "I have inactivated your telepathic connection to R. Nyrtia. You are now free to think for yourself."

Wendy said wonderingly, "I could kill you!"

Grean giggled. "I advise against violence."

Pols asked Grean, "Killing amuses you?"

"No, it is just that for the first time, Wendy is not bound by the laws of robotics." She turned her attention to Yira. "Mary, or Yira, whatever you want to call yourself... I have a proposal for you. I want to take you out of Nanoville and provide you with a normal-sized human body. I want you to form a new community of writers here in the Hierion Domain that will help prepare Earthlings for the future."

Her voice now clearer, Wendy asked, "How does your plan differ from Nyrtia's?"

R. Nyrtia

"There are similarities, but I want to get sensitive writers like Yira out of this freakish nanorealm. I can't completely reverse the rapid technological and social change that you robots have ordained for Earth, but I hope to avoid some of the dangers that Humanity now faces." Grean took Wendy by the hand and said, "I need to consult with Wendy about plans for the new space-time bubble that I've made here in Eternity to house writers." She told Yira and Pols, "I'll see you two later." Grean and Wendy disappeared.

Pols began pacing back and forth across the room, thinking furiously. Finally she turned to Yira and said, "Well, all the swirling rumors turned out to be true." Pols was looking at Yira speculatively. "I can't help wondering if Grean waited until you had arrived in Nanoville before she..." Pols activated a comlink connection to one of her friends. "Have you had a visit from Grean?" Pols winked at Yira. "Yes, me too. Okay, see you later, Maggie."

 

Yira said, "I'm tempted to contact my grandmother, but I suspect everyone is having their own meeting with Grean."

 

Pols nodded. "Quite audacious for Grean to take advantage of teleportation technology to make a million copies of herself..." She flopped down on the sofa beside Yira. "I've always wondered why there are so few positronic robots. The probots seem comfortable copying humans, but not themselves."

Just then, there was a sound from the front door and in walked R. Nyrtia. Pols asked, "Another visitor? Who are you?"

 

Nyrtia replied, "I'm one of Wendy's friends, R. Nyrtia."

 

Pols seemed impressed and glanced at Yira then asked the robot, "Are you playing the duplication game too, trying to keep up with Grean?" Soon after arriving in the Hierion Domain, Pols had been told that R. Gohrlay and R. Nyrtia were the two most important positronic robots.

 

Bimanoid Interface

Nyrtia had a distaste for teleportation duplication. "I prefer to make use of time travel... it gives me plenty of time to get around Eternity and make visits such as this one." Nyrtia looked back and forth from Pols to Yira. "I'm here in order to appeal to both of you... I ask you to resist Grean's invasion of Eternity." 

 

Suddenly R. Nyrtia collapsed to the floor, then an instant later her body disappeared, apparently having been teleported away.

 

Rather dismayed by Nyrtia's sudden arrival and departure, Yira started to speak, "What was-"

 

Just then, Pols and Yira were themselves teleported and taken into the future by Grean. Pols and Yira materialized inside Grean's workshop. For a minute they were a bit dizzy and disoriented. Grean flooded their minds with infites and told them, "Sorry to so abruptly remove you from Nanoville. You are experiencing the disorienting effects of both teleportation and trans-incorporation. You are now in normal human-sized bodies once again."

 

Pols was flexing her finger and limb joints. Her new body felt odd. "What did you do to poor Nyrtia?"

 

"Nyrtia is useful." Grean explained, "She has secrets about hierions and the Hierion Domain... secrets that I hope to learn about. I'm not going to let her operate inside Eternity, but she has been allowed to go elsewhere. I brought you two here so that you can view the future." 

 

Next: part 4 of "Hierion Writers Club" - Yira helps create the Writers Block as a tool for developing the science fiction genre and helping to prepare Humanity for the future.

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