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Story 01: Memories

      I remember it like it was yesterday. I set down in my bench, waiting for my turn to speak in front of an full amphitheater about the importance of computers in our lives. I do not believe something else frightened me more than this. On the other hand it was a good thing, cause it saved the life of my friend. Just as i was getting ready to say my first words, and all the eyes were on me, a young woman entered in the amphitheater, with a knife and took hostage one of my friends.

      In that moment something changed in me. The pure fear and anxiety that until then had a very good grasp over me, suddenly dissipated.I looked into her eyes and thought to myself "no one threatens my friends and gets away with it!". And then something else wired happened. Normally when you look at someone you see how he looks like, right? Well, that used to be true for me also, until that point. I did not see her, i did not smell her, i did not acknowledge her presence. It was so strange i can barely describe it.

      You know when you are browsing the web? Well in that moment i was browsing through her emotions, her memories, her fears, her knowledge. Further more i could see through her eyes. I'm not going to tell you that this scared the hell out of me, cause i imagine you already figured that one out by now. But along side this fear, i was fascinated. The fascination however, dissipated quickly when i realized i had to do something. So like manipulating model clay to make pots, i began working on the way she saw things. After a few minutes of efforts i managed to impersonate her dead mother, that she looked up to.

    "Lavinia darlin' what in the world are you doing? Is this how i thought you to solve problems?" i said in a calm voice.

    "But mother, they are cold blooded killers! They killed you!"

    "How did they kill me girl? Who killed me? The boy you are holding hostage?"

With tears in her eyes she nodded a no, so i continued:

    "Did the children in this amphitheater killed me? Did your teachers come at our home and talked me into taking those pills ?"

The girl began to cry harder and harder. Letting go to the boy, she ran to me with the knife pointed in my direction.

    "Why? Why did you do it? Why did you leave me alone?"

I barely managed to create a image of myself a couple of feet in front of me, so she would stick her knife in thin air.

    "No child, i did not leave you alone. Are you alone now? You have friends, and a full life ahead of you, without you having to get a job to pay for my medicine and doctors. It was the only way i would not have been a burden to you my love. Forgive me.."

      And as i said those last words the police came in and took her away. Relieved i allowed my self to pass out. But as my body was falling to the floor, i caught a glimpse from my friend. If what i had seen in the girl had helped me save him, what i saw in him teared my soul apart... He regretted he did not listen to his heart, and took a chance with me. Now it was too late, as he was promised to someone else.

Days of my life - Chapter 2 -

Days of my life
- Chapter 2 -

“Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence.” Albert Einstein



Dare i may ask what would it become of a child that was different from all three categories of the society it was born in? Such a child is born every 10 or 20 generations, with the ability to perform well in all three environments. With both gentri and lory capacities, with the native intelligence of understanding how things work together, weather it is about people or machines, such a child would not be received with open arms by the masses.


Accident or not, i was born in the 21’st cycle of the third moon, from a gentri mother and a lory father. To start with, i did not come form an ordinary family. Usually gentri did not take as husbands from the lory class. Further more, usually 80% of the gentri population is composed out of males, and 80% of the lory composed out of females. Mother always told me i was special, and both my parents encouraged me to think on my own and try out everything before i would decide what i wished to do. And so my story begins....


Social indoctrination classes began, and i tried to do my best, as the teachers asked. As i grew older, i looked around me, fascinated by social interactions between my colleges. And as time passed by, and i got closer and closer to having to go through my first rite of passage, and it became clear to me that i was different. My colleges sensed that i was different, and scared of what they were not thought to understand, started making my life miserable. So i had a choice to make: act and become a norm having a normal and peaceful life or taking the high road, by giving all i had, and seeing where it would take me. Living a life of acceptance and peace, but in doubt and regret, did not sound well at all.


I passed the rite of passage, but apparently if something is done too well, it creates problems. Three cycles after the results were made public, the princess of Calladan, Cammile of Syria. Her name included her own, Cammile and that of the symbiont she carried, Syria. Normally the princess would not leave the castle unless the issue was so critical it required her presence.


She had a light blue skin, the color of a child before the first rite of passage. Normally gentri were green, lory pink and the norms where orange. She looked at me, and started analyzing me, after finishing her skin began to emanate a fuzzy and warm radiance, and a crystal-like form appeared on the forehead. With a calm and high pitched voice, she started talking:

“My dear Tanita, you have put your self in great peril by the path you have chosen, but for this you have my full respect. Unfortunately there is not much time, soon others will realize that you are different, and will react driven by fear. You must undergo the second rite of passage right away. Cammile will take you.”

“I have chosen this path as it is the right one. I would not have been able to live a life of regret and doubt. Tell me what does this rite mean, and what will happen afterwards?”

“You will choose and be chosen by one of my kind. Of what happens afterwards we shall speak upon your return.” And with this words the fuzzy radiance disappeared, leaving Cammille to speak. “Come, time is an important factor!”.

Days of my life - Chapter 1 -

Days of my life
- Chapter 1 -

“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” Steve Jobs


Social interaction is a very interesting concept that tends to get really complicated if you take in account a society constructed based on genetic principles. This is the case of a small but full of life little planet called Calladan. Here the population, is primarily divided by genetics into 3 categories: norms, getri and lory. Let us take them one by one.

The term "lory" is derived from lords, thus indicating somehow their social status. The population that has lory genes, and thus is a lory, masters the art of negotiation. Further more the members of this category posses special capacities that come in their aid while negotiating, like telepathy, empathy, clairvoyance, and many more similar to this ones. The lory, due to their unique abilities and education are usually found in management positions due to their negotiating and leadership skills.

The term "gentri" comes from "gentile one", but rarely one is gentile in the line of duty we would encounter one. The gentry population is compoed from individuals with abilities like Bio-PK, telekenises, teleportation, generating electrical shields, etc. One could classify the gentri further more, by their primary ability, into elementals, moleculars and animalics. However despite the differences between them the main unifying characteristic is that when facing danger the first instinct of one is to protect the others and eliminate the threat. Thus the gentry are also called protectors, and usually work in the law enforcement branch or in medicine.

Now the norms. The law states that a norm is a person that did not qualify in either of the two categories by achieving a minimum score of 60% in the first rite of passage after completing the first period of life. About 70% of the total population is a norm. Being a norm does not imply a complete lack of special abilities. However it does imply that the norm does not manage to control it’s abilities and to use them. Norms are usually engineers, artists, researchers, having normal jobs, that do not imply having to take upon themselves the responsibility of looking after others.

Further more, to make things even more complicated, the planet is inhabited by two sentient races: the Calladians and the Cry’talinas. Now the Cry’tal are a parasitical race, meaning they require a host in order to make anything more than just lie there. However their presence aggravates the social discrepancy between the norms and the other two categories, due to the fact that a Cry’talian can only take on a host that has special lory or gentri genes. No matter, both the gentri and the lory must go thought a second ritual of passage, one in which they must choose and be chosen by a Cry’talian symbiont, that will expand their lives, enhancing their capacities, and sharing their knowledge with them. The cry’talian personality rarely surfaces, and only takes on control over the host it inhabits with his or her permission, and when that happens the signs are clear: a crystal-like form appears on the forehead, and the skin emanates a warm and fuzzy radiace. The voice becomes sharper with a higher tone, but never yelling, as they are always calm.

Intention of "Days of my life "

I have decided it is time for me to try something new. Well, actually it's something old, but under a new form... Let's call it Social writing, and we'll go on from there

The main idea is that every time i tried to write my Sf. story, i got stuck, and in the rage of the artist, always deleted everything. And this is what i want to change. I want that what i write to be read, and further more, other people to participate in the story, and help improve it.

I am not a native English speaker, so i might have certain mistakes. Please leave comments, underline my mistake, suggest changes and perhaps even how you see the story continuing. :)

It's a bit of an experiment, and would pretty much love it if pple would join :)