Adon shuffled forward as the barbecue
lineup moved a little. He was feeling quite unstable, these new sensations and
powerful feelings were arousing in ways he was having trouble controlling. Was
this some sort of new Lemurian sound technology? Were the Lunies pitching it to the New Empire? That was
the only logical conclusion he could summon, he had seen for himself the
disaster the Sound Program was, perhaps they had heard? He could see the
potential for success, immediately! He paused to take in the scene with
awakening eyes; the flowing, sparkling tresses were amazing too, he had never
seen such redness. The bouncy curls were fantastic... The skin colors dazzling…
Were they perhaps pitching their DNA for the Wig Culture program too?
The
only wrench in his business-pitch theory were the pregnant goddesses on stage,
surely they knew Atalon wouldn’t go for that, he knew that much already... Or
was Atalon reconsidering his
factory-bred society? Could this actually
be some sort of introduction?
He
found himself ogling... It was hard not to stare at the exotic looking
Lemurians, so many of them with Products by their side… Was that really it?
Atalon was actually reintroducing the Family Unit? Unlike the gods, he liked
the idea of families, he saw many potentials for the family based breeding model
that were being crushed in the name of conformity. Secretly, he had never been
a fan of Atalon's archaic ways... This was good
news... Passionate fantasies blossomed forth; perhaps Atalon was finally
realizing the potential for himself... Maybe he learned a lesson from the
Culloom Disaster…
The
line inched forward again. His theory was growing roots with every thought
processed, filling him with hope for the New Empire. But there was something
not right about the spontaneous event, in spite of his positive conclusions.
The truth was, it would be difficult to imagine the Aribu would still believe
they were from some barren wasteland called Hellias… Would they voice
that? Would they realize it obviously it wasn't the Hellias they knew it to be?
Would king Atalon actually let that idea
cross their minds? This wasn't just about introducing a new Empire, this
was about re-writing history, too!
The
Lunies were definitely more attractive than the gens, why was that? If Malodon
was perfecting races, wouldn't the gens be more beautiful? As he watched them
interact with the aribu from his place in line, he noticed they had more
resemblance to some of the gods, too. Why did Malodon change the formula? The
Origians were beautiful... So talented... So desirable… He caught a
glimpse of the Unicorn through the crowd... The
horn was gone?
Halios wandered out onto the balcony with a lunch plate, bland and boring in comparison to the exotic fare being served in the Grand Courtyard, he didn’t like their aromas at all. He noticed Atalon's plate, abandoned nearby; he wasn't eating at all. It wasn't good, there was a storm brewing, he could tell.
"Would
you like to try some of Hedena's cheese straws?" He offered his plate,
joining him at the rail.
"Where’s Bell?" Atalon snapped.
Dreading
to know himself, Halios scanned the scene below in case it was a rhetorical
question. "It's lunch time" he explained, unable to spot him,
wondering now if Atalon was having a change of heart. "He’ll be in the
Gourmet Chamber. Why?"
"We
need all hands on deck. It's time for the Dog Show!"
"The
Dog Show?" Halios frowned.
"But I thought the Dog Show was for the Opening Ceremonies?"
"It is!" Atalon snapped. "We're OPENING!"
"Now?" Halios couldn't believe what
he was hearing... This was way off
schedule... He glanced back at the Grand Courtyard… It was so packed...
"NOW!"
"YES,
YOUR HONOR!"
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