The Tao of Vampires
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The Tao of Vampires
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The dhamphyres sat in the darkness staring at the holographic representation of the Necropolis of Lust. Since they were wearing only their undergarments, their heavy built muscles shined with the application of an oil that dampened their preternatural signature. As the women settled into their seats and talked amongst themselves, Arvo stared at them. He never perceived them as being sexually beautiful. He was simply incapable of such a response. Yet their physical beauty was something he found remarkable. Many times, he would look upon them and truly believe that they were exemplars of nature’s beauty. Are all female dhamphyres such flawless form and visage? Look here. What marvelous bodies. World-class athletic physiques. Yes, their bodies are miraculous; exceptional biological specimens, right down to their genetic code. Their breasts seem a bit in the way but I never noticed the vestiges impairing their movements. Although, they did receive their share of lustful stares from humans and VIRVs alike, and these glaring creatures fantasized of having his companions on their backs or knees, with foreign objects pushed inside them, but he knew that would never happen. By flaw or design, lust simply was not an instinctual or socialized desire they experienced. Sex was, as Mbili once remarked two centuries ago, a human preoccupation that will eventually be their undoing. If it was not for the retrovirus and filovirus vaccines, Arvo created, Mbili would have been right. If only the VIRV disease was so easy to cure. VIRV was a cunning genius. It’s killer-replicator modus operandi set it apart from all viruses of Earth. Among human virologists, case fatality rates were always a topic of debate. Arvo never argued. He knew the VIRV mortality rate was one hundred percent. An extremely amplified VIRV infected host was not human anymore. In fact, the host had been completely destroyed and replicated to assume the identical appearance of its victim. Yet humans were so preoccupied with the concept of body count that they ignored the threat of VIRV for decades, focusing most of their attention on viruses that were trapped among carcasses of amplified corpses. Or possibly they knew the danger but VIRV hosts do not lay down and die like AIDS or Ebola victims. VIRVs can do virtually anything humans can do, for the exception of getting a sun tan. They can hold a job, fill out census forms, have human friends, anything that would give the impression that the dead human is alive and well. A Shakespearean quote came to mind was an appropriate coda for VIRVs: I am not what I am. So very true. Enough of this pondering. Time for the briefing. “Yes, enough of this pondering.” Moja playfully squeezed her breasts. “We perfect biological specimens are becoming impatient.” Arvo began the briefing. “Our expedition is simple. We will infiltrate enter Necropolis of Lust, sabotage the escape shuttles and detonate the nuclear power station consequently disintegrating the VIRV resort.” “Simple?” Tatu responded. “We have a dozen long-range nuclear missiles with nothing to do. I would like to suggest that we launch a long-range missile strike.” “I would agree but, to my surprise, the Necropolis of Lust is built like a fortress, defended by military class shielding and anti-spacecraft weapons systems. In addition, we must achieve positive contact with Apollo for the purpose of extracting information on the whereabouts of the original VIRV strain. Therefore infiltration is unavoidable.” “Fine.” Tatu transmitted. “Moja will be responsible for planting wafer-bombs in the control deck, main operations buildings and administration offices. We need to make certain that they are completely blind if we are not able to detonate the thermodrives.” Arvo turned to Mbili. “Mbili, you will be responsible for planting wafer-bombs on all of the EEV lifepods on the lower dorsal section of the station. Tatu and Nne will meet you midway, following their plant of the plate-bombs in the thermodrive engine room.” He stared at his companions. “This expedition is extremely critical. The chances of all of us returning is doubtful. Since our opposition out numbers us by hundreds of thousands, we will not have the opportunity to search and rescue anyone who becomes separated from the team. We must assure closure of this expedition. At least one of us will have to survive. Is that understood?” They nodded. Moja sent, “How many VIRVs are we expected to destroy?” “Approximately five hundred thousand. That does not include the one thousand security patrol cyborgs.” Nne looked at Tatu: “Weapons? Ammunition?” “We will be equipped with the standard Curtis hand cannons and two of the 1020, multiple round rifles. They will be loaded with the military issue armor piercing bullets and exploding rounds with uranium depleted core element. I have improved the affective kill-radius of our ultraviolet grenades.” Tatu inquired: “TAS and ECM upgrade.” Mbili responded. “Yes. Our target acquisition systems and electronic counter measures have been upgraded. The minor bugs in the previous version have been removed. Our ECM system is now capable of disabling enemy targeting systems. In addition, I informed the designer of our security uniforms to reinforce our body armor. It added another seven pounds to the uniform but is obviously worth the sacrifice.” Moja inquired: “Time, Arvo.” “In and out in two hours or time minus ten minutes if we are detected beforehand. Are there any other inquiries?” Marty asked. “Is this gonna be a come and go for me, or do I sit tight until the deeds are done.” “Sit tight unless you’re detected. If you they detect you’re a treat, then shield-up and clean-out the landing bay and we’ll find another orifice for extraction.” “Sounds cool.” Arvo continued. “Concise data interface and download will follow uniform installation and weapons check. ETA is ninety-six hours. That will give us enough time to complete all the necessary tactical training and weapons training necessary for an all-in-all-out possibility.” One hundred hours later, Arvo and the quartet were prepped and ready to enter the shuttle. They were dressed in matte-black security uniforms that resembled arthropod gladiators from an insect world. There would be no need for concealment of their weaponry. Marty asked, “Anyone want to hear a blonde dhamphyre joke before we go?” “Do we have a choice?” “No.” “Proceed.” “There was once this blonde vampire that decided to get a sun tan.” “And?” “She got one. In Madagascar.”
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