"Prologue: Classmates"
15th Buri, 26 U.R.
Zhao Qing Lung
Food Court J, Orion Commonwealth Advanced Studies Institute
I coil on a foam puff in the food court with my tray.
It still makes me smile, watching people here. To make things more efficient, the OCASI is the only place in the Commonwealth that does this kind of study. Students from more than fifty species attend, and The Holocron likes to operate student-facing elements in a way that demonstrates his people-first philosophy.
Feeding me and other herbivores is easy; we get a selection of fruits. nuts and vegetables that are designed to be specifically nutrious for each species - the Holocron has designed entirely new genera of food plants that are grown aeroponically under UV light from recycled waste. They even do meat-plants for carnivores.
But, take Xenaya.
Xenaya have a physiological need for the chase-kill hunting behaviour, cooped up too long without a hunt and they start getting weirdly anxious and naseated. Naomi resigned herself to thinking Xenaya would never form traditional societies because of it.
The Holocron?
Designed NeoGen prey animals that can be eaten alive, don't suffer pain and treat being hunted as a game. Coiled in my utility foam chair in the food courts, and about twenty metres away a pack of Xenaya are chasing these undying food things around; whenever one detects that it's edible flesh is eaten, they make a bleating sound. The Xenaya then puts them down, and then they run back into the kitchens to be fattened back up again.
"It is amusing to watch." I recognise the voice; Hypatia Of Hephaistos.
I look at her. "Miss Hamaadimi."
The bronzed elven woman sits next to me, the floor rising to meet her as a chair. She tucks her auburn hair behind her pointed ears. "Please, it's Hypatia." She flicks a glance at a nearby food dispenser, then turns back to me as it starts whirring away. She sighs. "Do you feel like they are propagandising us, a little? You know, with all this." She waves her off-hand around her head.
I skewer a fruit on a claw. "Of course, and we are supposed to realise that. And then contemplate it." I smile. "Have you not talked to your aunt about it?"
She laughs. "Please; my aunt is many things, but everywhere at once is not one of them." The foam bends with her as she leans back. "Tomorrow's lecture is actually the first time I'll see her face to face this year."
"Your parents then?"
She shakes her head, eyes sparkling. "Nope. They left to go do their tour of all the crazy stuff my father got up to before he arrived at Unity that they've been meaning to do since before I was conceived, stole Loveboat One from the Unity Defence Fleet."
"Stole?"
"Yeah. Thando could have asked, but he wanted to steal a ship." She sighs. "He said it had been too long since the last time."
The Kyaese that Grepp had face off against a Xenaya alights on a perch. "May I join you?"
Hypatia smiles at him. "Sure. Datnaq, right?"
"Nope, Kataag." He chirps his amusement. "People always mix us up."
I look at him. "I heard Tryykad is retiring this year from the post of Star Marshall? Is it true?"
He preens his feathers. "Yes, father is stopping. After fifteen years, he's ready to stand down. The Guardian Council are in deliberations as to who will follow him, but the candidates are a secret."
A table forms to catch a Human-sized bag of books as a Xenaya flops on a foam puff. "Hey, it's the table of kids of heads of state. Mind if the one who actually is a head of state joins?"
Hypatia laughs. "Hey Livi. Bored of the Olinbari yet?"
Livi stares, smiling. "I am an Olibar. Just with a bit more fur."
I look at her. She stands a little over two metres before her horns, wearing a white toga with purple detailing. "And horns. Gone classical?"
"Yeah. It's quite nice actually, feels authentic." She sighs, then yawns with a low growl. "It's hard being a Consul. I picked up our course to top up my understanding, but... Well, I am glad I have just got this year of it."
As the dispenser beeps it's arrival, a table forms beside Hypatia for her food. All she has to do is take the plate from it.
Livi looks at the dispenser. "Stake, very rare." She pauses. "Thank you." It starts whirring.
Hypatia smiles. "Not used to saying please and thank you to food dispensers Livi?"
Livi shrugs. "I forgot these ones are sophont." The dispenser moves to Livi as it beeps. Livi stares at the floor. "Excuse me, where's my table?"
I look at the other Xenaya.
None have got tables.
A table forms for Livi. "Thank you. May I have some cutlery too? Please?"
Kataag chirps, watching a Xenaya pounce on an undying food thing. "It's used to Xenaya eating from the floor."
Livi growls. "Not all of us are savages."
The Xenaya looks up, his meal in his jaws, and stares at Livi as she uses a knife and fork.
Livi sighs. "Maybe that was a little too loud."
I look at her. "How long are you here for?"
"Until grandmother leaves. It's why I have physical books to read, being Consul means I get special dispensation to learn from home on Brigantia."
I check the time. Ah. "Well guys, I've got my next class, see you soon."
The dispener offers a bag for the remaining fruit and nuts as the others say goodbye.