An Entropic Journey

Arch-Manifester Vellasynaria was in the ultimate state of concentration. Sitting cross legged in the center of her meditation chamber all her thoughts were focused on the pulsating, vibrating psicrystal in her lap. A priceless treasure, the largest and most powerful she had ever found. With closed eyes she directed her psionic probes along its surface until she found the nodes of contact, establishing a highly complex pattern of links. The slightest misstep could be fatal, but she had practiced her craft for a very long time and her execution was flawless. Finally the barriers were unlocked, and she could feel the crystal’s contents flooding into her, coursing through her, amplifying her. She would come out of the ritual noticeably strengthened, cementing her as the prime psion of Antheria.

From the outside all the transfer of those powerful energies appeared decidedly unspectacular. No light show, no ominous sounds, just a decidedly pretty woman, apparently no more than twenty years old, cradling a jagged, translucent object. It was an eye catcher still as Vellasynaria was an extremely beautiful woman, slightly below average height of a slender build, long, shapely legs folded underneath her, a slim waist and large, heavy breasts. A dark black mane framed her face, her large eyes currently closed to shout out outside distractions. And as she had grown accustomed to in such rituals she wore no garments, nothing to disturb the flow.

At long last the transfer was complete. The crystal pulsed one last time and then went quiet, only a dead piece of matter now. Opening her eyes she exhaled and placed it onto the ground, stretching herself clearly exhausted by the ordeal, but also relieved and thrilled at the new insights she had gained. A smile began to form on her lips and she was about to raise when she noticed a flicker at the corner of her enhanced perception. The crystal, what?

It flared with power again, pulsating wildly and uncontrolled now. But it had been completely drained. Or … a second reservoir! Another, smaller node encapsulated and now unlocked. Suddenly the crystal disintegrated, generating a ripple in space in its place that was rapidly expanding. There was not much Vellasynaria could do was she was engulfed. She barely was able to erect a basic shield before she was dragged into a contour less chaotic swirl, pulled outside her plane of existence and hurled at a breakneck pace through space and time, drifting, falling, until finally after what seemed an eternity she was ejected, kicked back to some form of reality. With a thud she hit some hard ground. She had completely lost her orientation and knew not where she was. When she was. Pushing herself upwards she opened her eyes and began to look around.

Pete looked again in the mirror to make sure he was presentable. The very short cropped dark hair looked neat, he was clean shaven and his pressed uniform with the high collar was spotless. He was ready for work and took a step towards the door but then he felt a jolt of uncertainty hit him.

He went back to his desktop, switched it on and checked again those secret files and programs he had developed. He made sure they where still there, had not been tampered with and where secure against detection. It would be his death is someone from the Bureau if Internal Security found out what he was doing and all his plans would be for naught. To much hinged on his success.

Satisfied that everything was secure and in order he switched off his Desktop, grabbed his suitcase and took a step towards the door... he couldn't finish the step. A tiny light appeared between him and the door and grew very fast into a bright light that forced him to look away. A swooshing sound started and he could see out of the corner of his eyes that the lights moved around, swirling and dancing and finally a loud thud ended all that. He opened his eyes to see a gorgerous young woman, completely nude sit between him and the door.

Pete started to scream!

Finally, slowly the world came back into focus. Vellasynaria had gotten up into a sitting position, and as thehaze lifted off her eyes she began to look around. She had ended up in a strange place indeed. A room of sorts it seemed, but the whole interior was so geometric, clean cut surfaces and edges created with extremely precise craftsmanship. The furniture, despite its accurate shape, was very spares, lacking any sort of ornamentation. A truly alien land she had landed in.

And then there was the scream that drew her attention to the man that stood in front of her. His garments were as alien and unfamiliar as everything else inside the room, and one of his hands was clutched around ... was it an exotic weapon, or an unusually shaped bag? She eyed the man warily as she edged away from him.

She was moving ... away from him? And she seemed to be wary as well but not really afraid. He regained his composure and stopped his screaming. He but his suitcase against the table and eyes her curiously.

If she was not one of the Overladys, what was she? Did she come from another seczone? How did she arrive here? Pete hadn't hear anything about all the research into teleportation beeing successful but perhaps this was an example of a trial gone wrong.

He had to hurry now or else he would be missed at work and then the overseers would come and search for him. But first he had to make sure that this wasn't any kind of test.

"Hello, I am Peter Two-Four-Six-Seven, who are you?" he asked, still keeping his distance and eyeing her suspiciously.

Why was that Peter suddenly counting, and all wrong to boot? Was he mentally damaged?

About that time, triggered by another glance of his to her ample chest, she became aware of the fact that indeed she wore the same garment she had worn in the meditation chamber - nothing at all - in front of a male. Well, he had had enough time to scrutinze her already, and what was done could not be helped, so there was no point in panicking or displaying inappropriate inhibitions. He would get to watch her nude form for a bit longer.

Finally pushing herself up she got to her feet, slightly wobbly at first, and returned his introduction. "I am Ar ..." wait, her title would likely mean nothing where she was now. She started anew "I am Vellasynaria. Nice to make your acquaintance, Peter." Did this room have any windows that would help her to orient herself?

Pete was torn. What should he do now? He was not ready yet for his "revolution", to many pieces where missing and the prudent course of action would be to simply report her to the BIS and then the Overseers would come and taker her away and he was save. Or was he? This was a really strange occurance and so it could be that they searched his livingbox and then they would find all those things he had prepared.

She didn't seemed like an Overlady at all, but he couldn't be sure, he only had seen one Overlady in his live and that had been 10 years again when he still was a youth ... and she had worn clothes.

"Vellasynaria," he tried the name she had given him. A very strange name and without and ID attached to it. So perhaps she really was from another seczone, or perhaps even from above?

Above was primarly a myth, a zone that was lost after the great war, but some claimed that it still existed and was just waiting for those who where willing to search for it. It was was rumored to be without walls and without a ceiling, but that concept was to strange even for Pete.

"Where are you from Vellasynaria?" he asked, "how did you just appear in my livingbox?"

He looked at the chrono on his desk, silently calculating when he would be considered missed so he was ready to start up his desktop and run the right programs.

Vellasynaria's search was to no avail, that room had no windows. That livingbox, as he had called it. A strangely diminishig name for ones home. Sighing slightly she turned towards Peter, wondering for a moment what to tell him. She could not come up with a compelling reason to withhold the truth, so that was what he got.

"I am from Myrnhall, capitol of Antheria, and I came here through a transdimensional rift created by an ovrsight of mine ..." She slightly lowered her head, as it was difficult for her to admit her failure in an area she considered herself without peer.

"But tell me" she continued "Where exactly am I?"

What she said didn't made any sense. He starred at her for several seconds dumbfounded and this was when he realized that apparently his body was somehow reacting to her or the fact that she was nude. There was a certain stiffness between his legs, which was not really uncomfortable but his uniform was confining and it was very strange for him. He suspected some genetic trigger or something like that and since he didn't know what to do he reached behind him to handle her a blanket from his bunk.

He had understand "oversight" and tried to pick up from there, still one eye at the chrono.

"So you made a mistake and teleportet here? Do you have any Overladys where you are from? Any overseers? Are you perhaps an Overlady?"

Before his eyes he saw all his plans of a revolution dwindle. How could he explain a woman in his livingbox? A woman from somewhere he didn't know.

Then he recognized that she asked him a question herself.

"You are in seczone Alpha Indigo, subsector 12, corridor A9, livingbox 523." he suspected that this was not something that would be helpful to her.

Vellasynaria took the blanket, looking at it for a moment, unsure what to do, until she noticed the slight bulge in his groin region and the uncomfortable sub tones in his expression. "So you like what you are seeing, but still want me to hide it away?" Her ego was a bit offended at that notion, she was used to the fact that every male she came across longed for her, even drooled over her, and would do anything to bed her, even without her exercising her telepathic powers. So she just let her arm drop back to her hip, holding on to the sheet, but not yet wrapping it around her.

His other words made less sense, though. Especially the numbers he had rattled off at the end. "Yes, of course we have overseers for our slaves. But what is an overlady?"

She was apparently clueless as to the proper way of things. First of all she was not using the blanket he had given her, which didn't help the growing discomfort in his pants, and then she didn't know anything about the rules and laws.

"Slaves?" he exclaimed, "slavery is absolutely forbidden," he nodded as if to confirm this sentence to himself.

He took a step towards his desktop but still looked at her.

"Apparently you don't know anything," he said, not able to keep a certain disdain from his voice, "let me show you".

He switched the desktop on and put it on project. Then he called up a simple schematic for seczone Alpha Indigo. A roughly block shaped wireframe was projected against one wall with some color coding.

Pete pointed at the display and explained, "This is roughly where we are now and these are the boundaries to other seczones." He took another look at the chrono and finally made a decision. With some keystrokes he started up a program that would change what the cameras in his livingbox would she and a info would be posted that he was ill. This would buy them some more time, perhaps even a whole day, but he still was unsure of what to do with her.

He highlighted the top of the block and looked at her, "this is where the Overladys reside. They are the rulers and lawgivers. Overseers are just here to enforce the law, to make sure all males are productive and everthing else is in order."