Saturn (Grand Tour Series #6)

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"Earth groans under the rule of fundamentalist political regimes. Crisis after crisis has given authoritarians the upper hand. Freedom and opportunity exist in space, for those with the nerve and skill to run the risks." "Now the governments of Earth are encouraging many of their most incorrigible dissidents to join a great ark on a one-way expedition, twice Jupiter's distance from the Sun, to Saturn, the ringed planet that baffled Galileo and has fascinated astronomers ever since." But humans will be human, on Earth or in the heavens - so amid
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"Earth groans under the rule of fundamentalist political regimes. Crisis after crisis has given authoritarians the upper hand. Freedom and opportunity exist in space, for those with the nerve and skill to run the risks." "Now the governments of Earth are encouraging many of their most incorrigible dissidents to join a great ark on a one-way expedition, twice Jupiter's distance from the Sun, to Saturn, the ringed planet that baffled Galileo and has fascinated astronomers ever since." But humans will be human, on Earth or in the heavens - so amid the idealism permeating Space Habitat Goddard are many individuals with long-term schemes, each awaiting the right moment. And hidden from them is the greatest secret of all, the real purpose of this expedition, known to only a few....
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Saturn is another installment in Ben Bova's epic Grand Tour saga, a set of loosely connected novels that examine the human race's expansion through the solar system. Here, 10,000 political dissidents travel to Saturn in a colossal man-made habitat to study the mysterious ringed planet and its largest moon, Titan.

The undertaking isn't so much a scientific mission as a sociological study. The ship's chief administrator, James Colerane Wilmot, is an anthropologist at heart and considers the two-year journey as a long-term experiment to analyze the ability of a self-contained community to survive and develop a viable social system. But among the ship's population are a small, powerful group who are scheming to systematically gain the support of the populace and create a new order in which they are the supreme rulers -- and they are prepared to kill anyone who stands in their way.

Fans of Bova's previous Grand Tour novels (Moonrise, Moonwar, Mars, Return to Mars, Venus, Jupiter, The Precipice, The Rock Rats) are guaranteed to enjoy this one. Not only does it further ongoing plotlines (specifically that of Pancho Lane's cryogenically frozen sister, Susan) but also plants the seeds for a whole new series of stories. And as is typical with Bova books, I was practically tearing through the last chapters to find out what happens to those aboard the habitat. After reading Saturn (Bova's 62nd novel!), I am reminded once again why he has been a leader in the genre for five decades. Paul Goat Allen

Publishers Weekly
Too many characters with too many agendas vie for prestige and power en route to Saturn aboard the Space Habitat Goddard in Hugo winner Bova's middling follow-up to Jupiter (2001) and Venus (2002). Ten thousand intellectuals and scientists, mostly people who don't agree with the authoritarian regimes controlled by the religious fundamentalists who've taken over Earth's governments, have volunteered, been asked or been forced to leave on the long one-way journey. Among them are Malcolm Eberly, recruited by the Holy Disciples from a prison in Vienna with strict instructions to ensure the population chooses the path of righteousness. Eberly agrees to his covert task, confident he can impose his own rule, but he finds that gaining control is harder than he thought. Holy Disciple spies continually get in his way, while one of his subordinates murders for a promotion. Blackmail, subterfuge and another planned murder pile on top of Eberly's machinations to rig an election. Though Bova thoroughly explores human motivation and desires, readers will have a hard time figuring out who to root for-is Eberly a good guy or a bad guy?-and an even harder time caring about characters insufficiently fleshed out. Most memorable is the setting, the Goddard, with its echoes of the sailing ships that transported convicts to Botany Bay. (June 9) FYI: Bova is a past president of the National Space Society and the Science Fiction Writers of America. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
When Earth's leadership decides to "encourage" its dissidents to leave the planet aboard an interstellar habitat destined for Saturn, Susan Lane joins the expedition, eager to begin a new life. Attracted to Malcolm Eberly, the charismatic director of the habitat, Susan (now calling herself Holly) dedicates herself to the task of helping Malcolm organize life aboard the habitat, remaining blissfully unaware of the sinister politics going on among the habitat's leaders and blinding herself to Malcolm's real agenda. Continuing his planetary novels (Venus; Jupiter), Bova expands his vision of a future where conservative followers of the New Morality struggle against scientists and freethinkers for control of the hearts and minds of the human race. Bova's message is sometimes strident, but his storytelling skills and scientific expertise make this sf adventure a good choice for most collections. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Another in Bova's series about humanity's expansion into the farthest reaches of the solar system. The giant space habitat Goddard blasts off for Saturn; aboard are ten thousand assorted scientists, pioneers, and criminals--the latter mostly people who ran afoul of the repressive, fundamentalist New Morality, which dominates Earth, and now have a chance to make a fresh start far, far away. Chief executive James Wilmot, however, has a secret agenda. Astro Corporation boss Pancho Lane's sister Holly, cryogenically frozen, revived, cured of cancer, has a new personality, a photographic memory--and a painful crush on swindler Malcolm Eberly, who plans to rule the habitat along with New Morality fanatic Ruth Morgenthau and ruthless security chief Leo Kanaga. Soon, Eberly has everyone under surveillance and is plotting to declare a state of emergency and rule by fiat once elections are disposed of. All he needs is a way to impose his will on Wilmot. Meanwhile, stuntman Manuel Gaeta unwittingly distracts the scientists: he intends to be the first man to walk on Saturn's huge moon Titan--but Titan, you see, has native life-forms that must not be endangered or contaminated. Also, unknown to Holly, Pancho has ordered Gaeta to keep an eye on her. As Eberly’s influence grows, though, he finds it more and more difficult to restrain the sometimes-lethal ambitions of his associates. Bova (Jupiter, 2001, etc.) keeps things ticking over with professional skill, but overall there aren't enough surprises to raise this adventure much above routine.
From the Publisher
"Loud and prolonged applause." —-Booklist

"With Isaac Asimov and Robert Heinlein gone, Bova, author of more than 70 books, is one of the last deans of traditional science fiction. And he hasn't lost his touch." -Kansas City Star

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812579420
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 9/1/2004
  • Series: Grand Tour Series , #6
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 1,362,811
  • Product dimensions: 4.29 (w) x 6.68 (h) x 1.28 (d)

Meet the Author

Born in Philadelphia, Ben Bova worked as a newspaper reporter, a technical editor for Project Vanguard (the first American satellite program), and a science writer and marketing manager for Avco Everett Research Laboratory, before being appointed editor of Analog, one of the leading science fiction magazines, in 1971. After leaving Analog in 1978, he continued his editorial work in science fiction, serving as fiction editor of Omni for several years and editing a number of anthologies and lines of books, including the "Ben Bova Presents" series for Tor. He has won science fiction's Hugo Award for Best Editor six times.

A published SF author from the late 1950s onward, Bova is one of the field's leading writers of "hard SF," science fiction based on plausible science and engineering. Among his dozens of novels are Millennium, The Kinsman Saga, Colony, Orion, Peacekeepers, Privateers, and the Voyagers series. Much of his recent work, including Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, The Precipice, and The Rock Rats, falls into the continuity he calls "The Grand Tour," a large-scale saga of the near-future exploration and development of our solar system.

A President Emeritus of the National Space Society and a past president of Science-fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, in 2001 Dr. Bova was elected a Fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science (AAAS). He lives in Naples, Florida, with his wife, the well-known literary agent Barbara Bova.

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A Novel of the Ringed Planet
By Bova, Ben

Tor Science Fiction

Copyright © 2004 Bova, Ben
All right reserved.

Pancho Lane frowned at her sister. "His name isn't even Malcolm Eberly. He changed it."
Susan smiled knowingly. "Oh, what diff's that make?"
"He was born Max Erlenmeyer, in Omaha, Nebraska," Pancho said sternly. "He was arrested in Linz, Austria, for fraud in 'eighty-four, tried to flee the country and--"
"I don't care about that! It's ancient! He's changed. He's not the same man he was then."
"You're not going."
"Yes I am," Susan insisted, the beginnings of a frown of her own creasing her brow. "I'm going and you can't stop me!"
"I'm your legal guardian, Susie."
"Poosh! What's that got to do with spit? I'm almost fifty years old, f'real."
Susan Lane did not look much more than twenty. She had died when she'd been a teenager, killed by a lethal injection that Pancho herself had shot into her emaciated arm. Once clinically dead she had been frozen in liquid nitrogen to await the day when medical science could cure the carcinoma that was raging through her young body. Pancho had brought her cryonic sarcophagus to the Moon when she began working as an astronaut for Astro Manufacturing Corporation. Eventually Pancho became a member of Astro's board of directors, and finally its chairman. Still Susan waited, entombed in her bath of liquid nitrogen, waiting until Pancho was certain that she could be reborn to a newlife.
It took more than twenty years. And once Susan was revived and cured of the cancer that had been killing her, her mind was almost a total blank. Pancho had expected that; cryonics reborns usually lost most of the neural connections in the cerebral cortex. Even Saito Yamagata, the powerful founder of Yamagata Corporation, had come out of his cryonic sleep with a mind as blank as a newborn baby's.
So Pancho fed and bathed and toilet trained her sister, an infant in a teenager's body. Taught her to walk, to speak again. And brought the best neurophysiologists to Selene to treat her sister's brain with injections of memory enzymes and RNA. She even considered nanotherapy but decided against it; nanotechnology was allowed in Selene, but only under stringent controls, and the experts admitted that they didn't think nanomachines could help Susan to recover her lost memories.
Those years were difficult, but gradually a young adult emerged, a woman who looked like the Susie that Pancho remembered, but whose personality, whose attitudes, whose mind were disturbingly different. Susan remembered nothing of her earlier life, but thanks to the neuroboosters she had received her memory now was almost eidetic: if she saw or heard something once, she never forgot it. She could recall details with a precision that made Pancho's head swim.
Now the sisters sat glaring at each other: Pancho on the plush burgundy pseudoleather couch in the corner of her sumptuous office, Susan sitting tensely on the edge of the low slingchair on the other side of the curving lunar glass coffee table, her elbows on her knees.
They looked enough alike to be immediately recognized as sisters. Both were tall and rangy, long lean legs and arms, slim athletic bodies. Pancho's skin was little darker than a well-tanned Caucasian's; Susan's a shade richer. Pancho kept her hair trimmed down to a skullcap of tightly-curled fuzz that was flecked with spots of fashionable gray. Susan had taken treatments to make her dark-brown hair long and luxurious; she wore it in the latest pageboy fashion, spilling down to her shoulders. Her clothing was latest mod, too: a floor-length faux silk gown with weights in its hem to keep the skirt hanging right in the low lunar gravity. Pancho was in a no-nonsense business suit of powder gray: a tailored cardigan jacket and flared slacks over her comfortable lunar softboots. She wore sensible accents of jewelry at her earlobes and wrists. Susan was unadorned, except for the decal across her forehead: a miniature of Saturn, the ringed planet.
Susan broke the lengthening silence. "Panch, you can't stop me. I'm going."
"But...all the way out to Saturn? With a flock of political exiles?"
"They're not exiles!"
"C'm on, Soose, half the governments back Earthside are cleaning out their detention camps."
Susan's back stiffened. "Those fundamentalist regimes you're always complaining about are encouraging their nonbelievers and dissidents to sign on for the Saturn expedition. Encouraging, not deporting."
"They're getting rid of their troublemakers," Pancho said.
"Not troublemakers! Free thinkers. Idealists. Men and women who're ticked with the way things are on Earth and willing to warp off, zip out, and start new lives."
"Misfits and malcontents," Pancho muttered. "Square pegs in round holes."
"The habitat will be populated by the best and brightest people of Earth," Susan retorted.
"Yeah, you wish."
"I know. And I'm going to be one of them."
"Cripes almighty, Soose, Saturn's ten times farther from the Sun than we are."
"What of it?" Susan said, with that irritating smile again. "You were the first to go as far as the Belt, weren't you?"
"Yeah, but--"
"You went out to the Jupiter station, di'n't you?"
Pancho could do nothing but nod.
"So I'm going out to Saturn. I won't be alone. There'll be ten thousand of us, f'real! That is, if Malcolm can weed out the real troublemakers and sign up good workers. I'm helping him do the interviews."
"Make sure that's all you're helping him with," Pancho groused.
Susan's smile turned slightly wicked. "He's been a perfect gentleman, dammit."
"Blister my butt on a goddam' Harley," Pancho grumbled. And she thought, Damned near thirty years I've been working my way up the corporation but ten minutes with Susie and she's got me talkin' West Texas again.
"It's a great thing, Panch," said Susan, earnest now. "It's a mission, really. We're going out on a five-year mission to study the Saturn system. Scientists, engineers, farmers, a whole self-sustaining community!"
Pancho saw that her sister was genuinely excited, like a kid on her way to a thrill park. Damn! she said to herself. Susie's got the body of an adult but the mind of a teenager. There'll be nothing but grief for her out there, without me to protect her.
"Say it clicks, Panch," Susan asked softly, through lowered lashes. "Tell me you're not ticked at me."
"I'm not sore," Pancho said truthfully. "I'm worried, though. You'll be all alone out there."
"With ten thousand others!"
"Without your big sister."
Susan said nothing for a heartbeat, then she reached across the coffee table and grasped Pancho's hand. "But Panch, don't you see? That's why I'm doing it! That's why I've got to do it! I've got to go out on my own. I can't live like some little kid with you doing everything for me! I've got to be free!"
Sagging back into the softly yielding sofa, Pancho murmured, "Yeah, I suppose you do. I guess I knew it all along. It's just that...I worry about you, Susie."
"I'll be fine, Panch. You'll see!"
"I sure hope so."
Elated, Susan hopped to her feet and headed for the door. "You'll see," she repeated. "It's gonna be great! Cosmic!"
Pancho sighed and got to her feet.
"Oh, by the way," Susan called over her shoulder as she opened the office door, "I'm changing my name. I'm not gonna be called Susan anymore. From now on, my name is Holly."
And she ducked through the door before Pancho could say a word more.
"Holly," Pancho muttered to the closed door. Where in the everlovin' blue-eyed world did she get that from? she wondered. Why's she want to change her name?
Shaking her head, Pancho told the phone to connect with her security chief. When his handsome, square-jawed face took shape in the air above her desk, she said:
"Wendell, I need somebody to ride that goddamned habitat out to Saturn and keep tabs on my sister, without her known' it."
"Right away," the security chief answered. He looked away for a moment, then said, "Um, about tonight, I--"
"Never mind about tonight," Pancho snapped. "You just get somebody onto that habitat. Somebody good! Get on it right now."
"Yes, ma'am!" said Pancho's security chief.
Malcolm Eberly tried to hide the panic that was still frothing like a storm-tossed sea inside him. Along with the fifteen other department leaders, he stood perfectly still at the main entrance to the habitat.
The ride up from Earth had been an agony for him. From the instant the Clippership had gone into Earth orbit and the feeling of gravity had dwindled to zero, Eberly had fought a death struggle against the terror of weightlessness. Strapped into his well-cushioned seat, he had exerted every effort of his willpower to fight back the horrible urge to vomit. I will not give in to this, he told himself through gritted teeth. Pale and soaked with cold sweat, he resolved that he would not make a fool of himself in front of the others.
Getting out of his seat once the Clippership had made rendezvous with the transfer rocket was sheer torture. Eberly kept his head rigidly unmoving, his fists clenched, his eyes squeezed down to slits. To the cheerful commands of the flight attendants, he followed the bobbing gray coveralls of the woman ahead of him and made his way along the aisle hand over hand from one seat back to the next until he glided through the hatch into the transfer vehicle, still in zero gravity, gagging as his insides floated up into his throat.
No one else seemed to be as ill as he. The rest of them--fifteen other men and women, all department leaders as he was--were chatting and laughing, even experimenting with allowing themselves to float up off the Velcro carpeting of the passenger compartment. The sight of it made Eberly's stomach turn inside out.
Still he held back the bile that was burning his throat. I will not give in to this, he told himself over and over. I will prevail. A man can accomplish anything he sets his mind to if he has the strength and the will.
Strapped down again in a seat inside the transfer rocket, he stared rigidly ahead as the ship lit off its engines to start its flight to lunar orbit. The thrust was gentle, but at least it provided some feeling of weight. Only for a few seconds, though. The rocket engines cut off and he felt again as if he were falling, endlessly falling. Everyone else was chattering away, several of them boasting about how many times they had been in space.
Of course! Eberly realized. They've all done this before. They've experienced this wretchedness before and now it doesn't bother them. They're all from wealthy families, rich, spoiled children who've never had a care in their lives. I'm the only one here who's never been off the Earth before, the only one who's had to fight and claw for a living, the only one who's known hunger and sickness and fear.
I've got to make good here. I've got to! Otherwise they'll send me back. I'll die in a filthy prison cell.
Through sheer mental exertion Eberly endured the hours of weightlessness. When the woman in the seat next to him tried to engage him in conversation he replied tersely to her inane remarks, desperately fighting to keep her from seeing how sick he was. He forced a smile, hoping that she would not notice the cold sweat beading his upper lip. He could feel it soaking the cheap, thin shirt he wore. After a while she stopped her chattering and turned her attention to the display screen built into the seat backs.
Eberly concentrated on the images, too. The screen showed the habitat, an ungainly cylinder hanging in the emptiness of space like a length of sewer pipe left behind by a vanished construction crew. As they approached it, though, the habitat grew bigger and bigger. Eberly could see that it was rotating slowly; he knew that the spin created a feeling of gravity inside the cylinder. Numbers ran through his mind: The habitat was twenty kilometers in length, four kilometers across. It rotated every forty-five seconds, which produced a centrifugal force equivalent to normal Earth gravity.
In his growing excitement he almost forgot the unease of his stomach. Now he could see the long windows running the length of the gigantic cylinder. And the Moon came into view, shining brightly. But seen this close, the Moon was ugly, scarred and pitted with countless craters. One of the biggest of them, Eberly knew, housed the city-state of Selene.
Swiftly the habitat grew to blot out everything else. For a moment Eberly feared they would crash into it, even though his rational mind told him that the ship's pilots had their flight under precise control. He could see the solar mirrors hugging the cylinder's curving sides. And bulbs and knobs dotting the habitat's skin, like bumps on a cucumber. Some of them were observation blisters, he knew. Others were docking ports, thruster pods, airlocks.
"This is your captain speaking," said a woman's voice from the speakers set above each display screen. "We have gone into a rendezvous orbit around the habitat. In three minutes we will be docking. You'll feel a bump or two: nothing to be alarmed about."
The thump jarred all the passengers. Eberly gripped his seat arms tightly and waited for more. But nothing else happened. Except--
His innards had settled down! He no longer felt sick. Gravity had returned and he felt normal again. No, better than normal. He turned to the woman sitting beside him and studied her face briefly. It was a round, almost chubby face with large dark almond eyes and curly black hair. Her skin was smooth, young, but swarthy. Eberly judged she was of Mediterranean descent, Greek or Spanish or perhaps Italian. He smiled broadly at her.
"Here we've been sitting next to each other for more than six hours and I haven't even told you my name. I'm Malcolm Eberly."
She smiled back. "Yes, I can see." Tapping the name badge pinned to her blouse, she said, "I'm Andrea Maronella. I'm with the agrotech team."
A farmer, Eberly thought. A stupid, grubbing farmer. But he smiled still wider and replied, "I'm in charge of the human resources department."
"How nice."
Before he could say more, the flight attendant asked them all to get up and head for the hatch. Eberly unstrapped and got to his feet, happy to feel solid weight again, eager to get his first glimpse of the habitat. The inner terror he had fought against dwindled almost to nothing. I won! he exulted to himself. I faced the terror and I beat it.
He politely allowed Maronella to slide out into the aisle ahead of him and then followed her to the hatch. The sixteen men and women filed through the hatch, into an austere metal-walled chamber. An older man stood by the inner hatch, tall and heavyset; his thick head of hair was iron gray and he had a bushy gray moustache. His face looked rugged, weather-beaten, the corners of his eyes creased by long years of squinting in the open sun. He wore a comfortable suede pullover and rumpled tan jeans. Two younger men stood slightly behind him, clad in coveralls; obviously underlings of some sort.
"Welcome to habitat Goddard," he said, with a warm smile. "I'm Professor James Wilmot. Most of you have already met me, and for those of you who haven't, I look forward to meeting you and discussing our future. But for now, let's take a look at the world we'll be inhabiting for at least the next five years."
With that, one of the young men behind him tapped the keyboard on the wall beside the hatch, and the massive steel door swung slowly inward. Eberly felt a puff of warm air touch his face, like the light touch of his mother's faintly remembered caress.
The group of sixteen department leaders started through the hatch. This is it, Eberly thought, feeling a new dread rising inside his guts. There's no turning back now. This is the new world they want me to live in. This huge cylinder, this machine. I'm being exiled. All the way out to Saturn, that's where they're sending me. As far away as they can. I'll never see Earth again.
He was almost the last one in line; he heard the others oohing and aahing by the time he got to the open hatch and stepped through. Then he saw why.
Stretching out in all directions around him was a green landscape, shining in warm sunlight. Gently rolling grassy hills, clumps of trees, little meandering streams spread out into the hazy distance. The group was standing on an elevated knoll, with a clear view of the habitat's broad interior. Bushes thick with vivid red hibiscus and pale lavender oleanders lined both sides of a curving path that led down to a group of low buildings, white and gleaming in the sunlight that streamed in through the long windows. A Mediterranean village, Eberly thought, set on the gentle slope of a grassy hill, overlooking a shimmering blue lake.
This is some travel brochure vision of what a perfect Mediterranean countryside would look like. Far in the distance he made out what looked like farmlands, square little fields that appeared to be recently plowed, and more clusters of whitewashed buildings. There was no horizon. Instead, the land simply curved up and up, hills and grass and trees and more little villages with their paved roads and sparkling streams, up and up on both sides until he was craning his neck looking straight overhead at still more of the carefully, lovingly landscaped greenery.
"It's breathtaking," Maronella whispered.
"Awesome," said one of the others.
Eberly thought, A virgin world, untouched by war or famine or hatred. Untouched by human emotions of any kind. Waiting to be shaped, controlled. Maybe it won't be so bad here after all.
"This must have cost a bloody fortune," a young man said in a strong, matter-of-fact voice. "How could the consortium afford it?"
Professor Wilmot smiled and touched his moustache with a fingertip. "We got it in a bankruptcy sale, actually. The previous owners went broke trying to turn this into a retirement center."
"Who retires nowadays?"
"That's why they went bankrupt," Wilmot replied.
"Still...the cost..."
"The International Consortium of Universities is not without resources," said Wilmot. "And we have many alumni who can be very generous when properly approached."
"You mean when you twist their arms hard enough," a woman joked. The others laughed; even Wilmot smiled good-naturedly.
"Well," the professor said. "This is it. This will be your home for the next five years, and even longer, for many of you."
"When do the others start coming up?"
"As the personnel board approves applicants and they pass their final physical and psychological tests they will come aboard. We have about two-thirds of the available positions already filled, and more people are signing up at quite a brisk pace."
The others asked more questions and Wilmot patiently answered them. Eberly filtered their nattering out of his conscious attention. He peered intently at the vast expanse of the habitat, savoring this moment of discovery, his arrival into a new world. Ten thousand people, that's all they're going to permit to join us. But this habitat could hold a hundred thousand easily. A million, even!
He thought of the squalor of his childhood days: eight, ten, twelve people to a room. And then the merciless discipline of the monastery schools. And prison.
Ten thousand people, he mused. They will live in luxury here. They will live like kings!
He smiled. No, he told himself. There will be only one king here. One master. This will be my kingdom, and everyone in it will bend to my will.
Copyright 2003 by Ben Bova


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    Posted November 21, 2012

    Serena's Heart Fire

    Saturn walked in the empty halls that filled the old side of Tech her right were many doors with numbers...counting each as she went..."6 7 8 9 10..." to her left was all a window,and she could see all of Electro City from were she was..."how Hiromatsu not remember me? We used to do everything together" she thought,confused. *Saturn lay in a hospital bed,clearly grumpy,wearing her silver necklace a a pink dress.. A scuttling sound came from the air vent. Then,a boy with messy black hair and faded jeans jumped out of the air vent. Saturn tired to scream,but he put a hand over her mouth. In the room was a table,a large window with a silll,a hospital bed,a sink,a mirror,and a tv. "Sh. I got bored in my room next door,wanna play? He said. He was about the age of six,like Saturn. Saturn liked that she now had a friend t play with. "Lets work on an excape plan!" He exclaimed. Saturn like that idea even better. Saturn claimed nothing was wrong with her,and that she was a robot that could fly,not a flying human. "Wonderful plan!" She yelped. He put a hand over her mouth. "Sshh! They'll hear us!" Said the boy. "'Orry!" He said through his hand. Then he with drew his hand. "They think im too luney to be out there." He said. "Why?" Saturn said. "Because i said that i have super powers." He said. Saturn giggle. "I have super powers!" She said. "Watch!" She said and rocketed around the room. "Coolio!" Said the boy. "I can fly!" He said jumping of the bed and floated to Saturn. "U can fly,i can float!" He said. Footsteps and chattering sounded from outside. "Oh crud." He muttered and grabbed Saturn's hand. "Let's make a break for!" He said and jumped out the window,he floated like a baloon and saturn zoomed around. They zoomed out of the window,over the parking lot,and into a tree. "Whats your name?!" Said said. "My name is Hiromatsu." He said. "Whats your name?" He said to saturn. "My name is Serena. Well....sorta...u a robot who was ment to...ment to replace a dead girl named Serena..." she said at first,but murmured the rest. "Then what is your real name?" He said. "Saturn!" She said. "Cool name!" He exclaimed. "Here," she said giving him the silver necklace around her neck,it was shaped like the planet saturn. "I want u to have it,we will be best friends forever!" she said. "Yeah!" He said happily. And held a thumbs up,but fell out of the tree. "Oi vaaay..." he said. Saturn giggled. "U ok?!" She said. He sprang up. "Good as ever!" Saturn got startle and fell out of the tree and landed next to him. They both burst out laughing.......*(that was a memory.) Saturn turned her head to the left,eyes close and burned fro the tears that silently fell,clenching the silver necklace in her hand. "58 59 60 61 62 63," she stoped at a damaged faded door on her right with the number 63 on it in bold red paint. It was pure titanium. She took a breath. "I think this is the room.." she murmured and trided to open the door. It was locked. She growled and kicked it down. She went inside the pure dark room...if were down this hall,u could hear a frightened and distressed scream,of Saturn,the one meant to replace Serena.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2012


    *he slices the rock in half with his sword* and wha ae you going to do ith that power?

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