Others in white jackets were frantically pushing the bed-ridden humans. A last lone human wept off to the side. The scent of the human was odd; its smell was strange and unreadable. If the human was female Taz scented no organ to differentiate. But it couldn’t have been male. In the recess of his mind a thought struck and held about females and why he could scent them better. This female was missing something internal.
They remove a female’s babe organ?
Taz shook his head. Humans removed the organ designed for a babe when the Tonans were hot and bothered for females with the organ. The universe had gone insane. When Taz pulled back the cover to glimpse the female he recoiled. The human had a shock of white hair. Pale skin sported sunken eyes that leaked until she saw him, and she smiled a sweet smile. A lined face where wrinkles joined to create new wrinkles was an oddity. Small brown spots dotted her skin. Her pale lips were thin, she had no teeth.
A tube of clear liquid went into the back of it’s, the female’s, hand. Overwhelming frailty assaulted his senses. The human was near death. How could anyone torture anything like this? Taz was appalled, he hated the emotion but it stuck. She was so young; Taz sensed only ninety five or more. The poor thing was shriveled to child size. She wore a small covering and a diaper. She shivered and Taz grabbed a blanket to tuck around her, then another. Was this punishment for giving up her babe organ? Were the humans wise to the Tonans and what they were after?
“Female?” he whispered. “What’s been done to you?” Did Krish have other experiments Taz knew nothing about? This was horrid.
“My son,” she croaked and lifted her shaky hand to touch his cheek and she smiled.
The touch was soft and Taz knew she was a female for certain. She would be dead soon and the thought saddened him, though he hated himself for yet another stupid emotion.
“What happened to you, little human female? Who did this to you? I never knew females would be injured in this fashion. Even I’m not that cruel.” He settled his hand onto her forehead, she was too warm.
“Hurry up, damn it,” a voice snapped at him. “Why are you standing here? Get this bed into the basement. Her frail old bones will snap like twigs if the doors blow open and the wind tosses the gurney.”
Taz was surprised when a younger female grabbed the bed and began to push it towards a hallway. Her momentum increased and she was trotting while the bed swayed.
“ Old ?” Taz whispered. “The female is old?”
His shield flickered with thoughts. Humans, like female Tonans and Castians must grow old and wither and die. The room stunk of age, imminent death. Taz had never experienced old, aging. A thought flickered. Females aged when they refused to mate. Had all these humans refused to mate? But Taz was certain he smelled males in the beds as well. The idea was too much. He had to get out of here. The smell of death dripped from the walls, it was in the urine on the floors, the scent of fluid from empty beds.
How do humans stand it?
Taz ripped off the coat and foot coverings and smashed through the door where the gust of wind that hit him made his shield go up. He glanced back but the bed and females were gone. Into the storm he raced at a furious pace until the wind died down. He needed to think. Earth was so different. Humans aged, they had little protection. Wind knocked them down. They were a race of toys for Krish to play with. A place evil could destroy with violent games. What was the sense and why did Taz care?
Taz hated Earth. He hated the smell; he hated the humans and their pathetic weakness. They were all going to die. Tonans were too rough, too cruel. None would at least have to worry about dying of old age. The offspring of these creatures were tiny, helpless. Krish would turn them into toys and before long they would be broken. Like the tiny girl child he cured and tiny girl child he saved. Why
They remove a female’s babe organ?
Taz shook his head. Humans removed the organ designed for a babe when the Tonans were hot and bothered for females with the organ. The universe had gone insane. When Taz pulled back the cover to glimpse the female he recoiled. The human had a shock of white hair. Pale skin sported sunken eyes that leaked until she saw him, and she smiled a sweet smile. A lined face where wrinkles joined to create new wrinkles was an oddity. Small brown spots dotted her skin. Her pale lips were thin, she had no teeth.
A tube of clear liquid went into the back of it’s, the female’s, hand. Overwhelming frailty assaulted his senses. The human was near death. How could anyone torture anything like this? Taz was appalled, he hated the emotion but it stuck. She was so young; Taz sensed only ninety five or more. The poor thing was shriveled to child size. She wore a small covering and a diaper. She shivered and Taz grabbed a blanket to tuck around her, then another. Was this punishment for giving up her babe organ? Were the humans wise to the Tonans and what they were after?
“Female?” he whispered. “What’s been done to you?” Did Krish have other experiments Taz knew nothing about? This was horrid.
“My son,” she croaked and lifted her shaky hand to touch his cheek and she smiled.
The touch was soft and Taz knew she was a female for certain. She would be dead soon and the thought saddened him, though he hated himself for yet another stupid emotion.
“What happened to you, little human female? Who did this to you? I never knew females would be injured in this fashion. Even I’m not that cruel.” He settled his hand onto her forehead, she was too warm.
“Hurry up, damn it,” a voice snapped at him. “Why are you standing here? Get this bed into the basement. Her frail old bones will snap like twigs if the doors blow open and the wind tosses the gurney.”
Taz was surprised when a younger female grabbed the bed and began to push it towards a hallway. Her momentum increased and she was trotting while the bed swayed.
“ Old ?” Taz whispered. “The female is old?”
His shield flickered with thoughts. Humans, like female Tonans and Castians must grow old and wither and die. The room stunk of age, imminent death. Taz had never experienced old, aging. A thought flickered. Females aged when they refused to mate. Had all these humans refused to mate? But Taz was certain he smelled males in the beds as well. The idea was too much. He had to get out of here. The smell of death dripped from the walls, it was in the urine on the floors, the scent of fluid from empty beds.
How do humans stand it?
Taz ripped off the coat and foot coverings and smashed through the door where the gust of wind that hit him made his shield go up. He glanced back but the bed and females were gone. Into the storm he raced at a furious pace until the wind died down. He needed to think. Earth was so different. Humans aged, they had little protection. Wind knocked them down. They were a race of toys for Krish to play with. A place evil could destroy with violent games. What was the sense and why did Taz care?
Taz hated Earth. He hated the smell; he hated the humans and their pathetic weakness. They were all going to die. Tonans were too rough, too cruel. None would at least have to worry about dying of old age. The offspring of these creatures were tiny, helpless. Krish would turn them into toys and before long they would be broken. Like the tiny girl child he cured and tiny girl child he saved. Why
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