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“Yes; and they asked me if there are any belongings you want specifically” Fenton added as Humerus
entered the bridge.

“Meorr, I have managed to find a distant relation of yours in the Osir database. She is Catrah of
Venarr out of Leon of Meniss” Hermes said having trouble with the Lemurr genealogy. “She is at a
colony in the Venarr system about thirty light years from the galactic rim” he continued

“Meniss was a great, great nephew, as you would say. His line is an old and noble one. His line were
gene techs, they gave all my people the gift of long lives. I myself am, physically, only eighteen
thousand of your Earth years, but I suppose, technically I am many millions of years old because of
the stasis. She, Catrah sounds like she would be an interesting choice of re-contact” she offered in
response.

“18,000!” Fenton and Humerus stammered together. That bombshell had them completely
flummoxed. Over the next few days many communiqués passed back and forth around the Hive-Net
and Terra Edo. At one point it was decided that the sphere should be moved to Lunaris colony for
further research in a safer environment so Terraforming could continue. The Sphere’s computer,
now fully functional and in control, agreed as the Sphere’s presence in the upper atmosphere was
having a dissatisfactory effect upon the crust formation in the tropical region of the planet below.
Fenton was being recalled and his replacement in command, one Alicia Thrung, part Untharan, part
Genovan, and would arrive in three days to continue the terraforming. He and Meorr were to go to
Terra Prime on the next available transport.

When Meorr heard of this she insisted on going to the Sphere to retrieve some personal files from
her “den”. Fenton accompanied her. He had found himself completely taken by this cat-woman,
despite the massive age difference, he found himself drawn to her in a way he could not explain, and
in a way that he had never had with any woman in the past. He was totally smitten by this feline
beauty. Meorrs’ “den” was larger than he had imagined, measuring some twelve, by fifteen, by ten
feet. The walls were lined with various printed fabrics; a strange heady scent filled the air. Lighting,
apart from isolated spots, was low, but still allowed for easy viewing. One of the highlighted areas
was a desk in one corner of the room. On this was a low flat console with some kind of flat panel
input tablet and a large oval flat display. Meorr went over to the desk opened a draw and retrieved a
crystal rod about 6 cm long. She placed this in a receptacle on the console, and proceeded to type on
the input tablet. Strange glyphs appeared in columns on the display as she typed a command
sequence.

When she finished; she pressed a button on the console and the display showed a graphic of
two columns, one filled in solid the other as an outline. As they watched the first column slowly
changed filled level as the other column gradually filled in.

“It’s going to take a while” Meorr said as she searched a recessed cupboard. She pulled out a small
box like object. Two cables and a long trench style overcoat. “Thank Leva; they’re still here” and
fished out some plastic looking cards. “My family records” she said. While they waited, Meorr put a
card into a slot on the box. She hooked one of the cables to a head band and plugged it into the box.
The other cable she did the same to and offered it to Fenton. He took it and put the head band on.
She touched a recess on the side of the box and…

Fenton was suddenly transported to an alien landscape. Everything around him seemed real,
and yet, somehow strangely familiar. Meorr was beside him in this frozen landscape, she seemed to
be almost ready to cry.