Mr Master
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 26, 2009
He watched her react to his admission of what the sensations meant, and no doubt her mind was awhirl with realizations and speculations, which accounted for her comparatively blank expression. Then her brows furrowed and her face took on a cast of distaste. Not precisely what he had expected, honestly, although he couldn't have said what it was he HAD expected. "It is like an addiction? There are addicts among my people. They use substances to heighten pleasure. I think this is different."
"We have addicts too. You could say it's like an addiction, but it's not habit-forming in the same way as substances." He almost slipped into lecture mode again, but he was still jangled from the braingasm, and besides, she was still talking.
"There is no doubt that we can merge. Had you permitted, our thoughts could have combined as easily as the...orgasm was achieved." There was a thought! She turned, then paused. "Come, we need to get to Telkra, partner. There is much to accomplish. I think we can safely say your people are unique and valuable to mine." And then she began to laugh. He smiled at her laughter; he'd heard a kind of under-her-breath chuckle in the control room when she had been engaged in holo-communication with the warship captain, but that was more of a sly gesture of superiority, perhaps the pleasure of having an advantage. This, this was sheer enjoyment, and it was delightful. Her laugh was clear and joyous, and infectious.
And that's when it all went wrong.
Her step faltered, and she whirled back at him, her laugh cutting off like she'd flipped a switch, her face utterly serious, even a touch panicked. "What was that? It was not an orgasm, but it was pleasurable. Will it harm me?"
He also got concerned, not over what she had felt but over her reaction to it now. Had she really never laughed before? "That... that was laughter. You were happy, and you laughed! Perfectly harmless..." he managed to say before she flickered. It was like she was a holo image; she just started to fade suddenly out of focus, her physical form ghosting to insubstantiability randomly.
She reached out to him, almost reached through him, but firmed up just so her fingers could dig into his upper arms with surprising strength, enough to make him wince slightly, and he could see why; she was clearly terrified. "Dizzik? Something is wrong." It was, he suddenly realized, what he'd suspected; her human body was letting her experience human emotions, and that was confusing the hell out of her. His mind raced through possibilities, but he finally settled on a course of action. First thing to do would be to stabilize her, get her into a condition where she could be reasoned with, where he could explain what was going on without her being in the grip of panic.
He took hold of her arms, even as she grabbed his, and locked gazes with her. He made his voice powerful and calm and as reassuring as he could muster. "You are experiencing emotions," he said clearly, keeping his statements concise, at least at first. He got more into it as she seemed to be listening. "They are harmless. But they can interfere with thinking, sometimes. You are not accustomed to them. Part of it is the body; let go of your human form. Go to your native form, relax and calm down. Come back to being human when the strong emotions have passed."
He hoped it would be enough; emotions did have a physical component, as evidenced by tests where emotions were chemically induced or suppressed. The experience of the emotions would stick with her, but he hoped if she gave up the body, much of the emotional reaction would cease at its source. Then they could unpack what she'd felt and he could explain to her what it meant, what she could do about it. He'd been thinking of such a conversation at some back-of-the-brain level since she'd first told him Telkrans didn't feel more than pleasure and anger; he just didn't expect it to be so emphatic. Or so sudden. Or so quick on the heels of their first merging!
"We have addicts too. You could say it's like an addiction, but it's not habit-forming in the same way as substances." He almost slipped into lecture mode again, but he was still jangled from the braingasm, and besides, she was still talking.
"There is no doubt that we can merge. Had you permitted, our thoughts could have combined as easily as the...orgasm was achieved." There was a thought! She turned, then paused. "Come, we need to get to Telkra, partner. There is much to accomplish. I think we can safely say your people are unique and valuable to mine." And then she began to laugh. He smiled at her laughter; he'd heard a kind of under-her-breath chuckle in the control room when she had been engaged in holo-communication with the warship captain, but that was more of a sly gesture of superiority, perhaps the pleasure of having an advantage. This, this was sheer enjoyment, and it was delightful. Her laugh was clear and joyous, and infectious.
And that's when it all went wrong.
Her step faltered, and she whirled back at him, her laugh cutting off like she'd flipped a switch, her face utterly serious, even a touch panicked. "What was that? It was not an orgasm, but it was pleasurable. Will it harm me?"
He also got concerned, not over what she had felt but over her reaction to it now. Had she really never laughed before? "That... that was laughter. You were happy, and you laughed! Perfectly harmless..." he managed to say before she flickered. It was like she was a holo image; she just started to fade suddenly out of focus, her physical form ghosting to insubstantiability randomly.
She reached out to him, almost reached through him, but firmed up just so her fingers could dig into his upper arms with surprising strength, enough to make him wince slightly, and he could see why; she was clearly terrified. "Dizzik? Something is wrong." It was, he suddenly realized, what he'd suspected; her human body was letting her experience human emotions, and that was confusing the hell out of her. His mind raced through possibilities, but he finally settled on a course of action. First thing to do would be to stabilize her, get her into a condition where she could be reasoned with, where he could explain what was going on without her being in the grip of panic.
He took hold of her arms, even as she grabbed his, and locked gazes with her. He made his voice powerful and calm and as reassuring as he could muster. "You are experiencing emotions," he said clearly, keeping his statements concise, at least at first. He got more into it as she seemed to be listening. "They are harmless. But they can interfere with thinking, sometimes. You are not accustomed to them. Part of it is the body; let go of your human form. Go to your native form, relax and calm down. Come back to being human when the strong emotions have passed."
He hoped it would be enough; emotions did have a physical component, as evidenced by tests where emotions were chemically induced or suppressed. The experience of the emotions would stick with her, but he hoped if she gave up the body, much of the emotional reaction would cease at its source. Then they could unpack what she'd felt and he could explain to her what it meant, what she could do about it. He'd been thinking of such a conversation at some back-of-the-brain level since she'd first told him Telkrans didn't feel more than pleasure and anger; he just didn't expect it to be so emphatic. Or so sudden. Or so quick on the heels of their first merging!