his own body heat to warm me up! She felt strange
and blushed. She turned and looked at him. Celi said he was male. I wonder
if the males of my race looked like him. Seles was lost in thought as she
stared at him.
“What are you looking at?” Brian asked as he opened
his right eye. He cracked a smile. Embarrassed, Seles turned away.
“I was just…looking at you,” Seles said.
“Am I really that interesting?” he asked.
“I didn’t think Terrans would look so much like us.
You’re also the first male similar to Kalaidians I’ve ever seen.”
He laughed. “Where’ve you been all your life to never
see a man?”
Seles looked at him again. “The males of my species
died out over a century ago due to disease. The only Kalaidians left are
female.”
“So you’re saying I’m the first man you’ve ever seen?
No wonder I look so different to you.” Brian’s stomach growled. “I just
realized I haven’t eaten anything in two days.”
She crawled out from his embrace and started sifting
through their emergency supplies. “I’m hungry as well. I don’t know what your people
eat, but I have some dry rations and water.” She pulled a pair of metal
canteens and what looked wrapped bars. She handed Brian one of each. “Hopefully
these suit your constitution.”
He took a slug of water and felt refreshed. He opened
the wrapper, seeing a granola bar. Seles did likewise, taking a bite of the dry
ration. Brian sniffed it before taking a bite; it tasted like a granola bar.
“Is it edible?” she asked.
He laughed. “It’s just like a granola bar from where I
come from. With all your advanced technology you’re still eating things like
this?” Seles sat next to the heated rock, enjoying the heat.
“So what about me, do I look strange?” she asked as
she stared at the glowing rock. Her purple eyes and long silver blue hair
reflected the light coming from the stone.
She’s really pretty. He thought as he looked at her. “Yes, but not a lot. Your hair and eye
color are quite exotic, and your small size is a little odd. The pointed ears
are definitely different; it makes you look almost like an elf.”
“Is that an offshoot of your race?” she asked.
He smiled and shook his head. “No, elves are beings of
myth, not reality. But if I was to base the myth on any race, it would
definitely be yours.”
“Are you average size for your species? Or are you
much larger than normal?” she asked, looking at him intently.
“No, I’m actually a little shorter than average and
not particularly athletic. I’m decent when it comes to intelligence, but
otherwise I’m average. What about you Seles? I’ve only seen you and the blue haired
girl, Celi.”
“I’m about average size for an adult Kalaidian,” she
answered as she gazed at the stone.
He slid forward, kneeling next to the heated stone. “I
have a strange question for you.”
She looked up. “What would that be?”
“When I carried you in here I noticed I could see in
pitch black. I’ve never been able to do that before.”
“Remember when Celi ordered the arm to inject you with
nanomachines?”
“Yeah,” Brian said.
“Well, nanomachines do more than simply act as
universal translators. They enhance a being’s whole system. Your immune system,
vision, hearing; all your natural senses are enhanced.”
“Does everyone have the same kind of enhancements?”
She nodded. “Yes. It’s normal for those living within
Confederation territory to have nanomachine enhancement shortly after birth.”
“Nanomachines, such technology may only be a few
decades away for humans. I wonder what everyone will think when I return.”
Seles shook her head. “You can’t return to Earth.”
“Why can’t I go back?” he asked. “It’s not like I have
a place to go.”
“The Confederation has laws against visiting
undeveloped worlds. This law extends to all member races. Because you’re
enhanced by nanomachines there’s no way they’d