Page 40 of Monstrous Rampage
The BGR++’s roars shifted subtly, dropping to an even lower frequency. My teeth ached, my bones vibrating with intensity. The longer I listened, the more I could differentiate the sound waves he generated. His head and claws pounded and screeched on the walls. Another truly miraculous engineering feat. There wasn’t any record of other dyni holding their beasts inside atungsten cell. His alpha roars were deep and furious, a terrifying sound which would make creatures go still and silent for kilometers around if heard in the wild. More importantly, also bring any lesser dynos to heel beneath his command.
I had no problem whatsoever accepting him as alpha. Even if he killed me.
But there was something else. A thread so bass, so low frequency, even as a dynos bred to communicate with my own kind, I barely understood it.
“Connect me.”
I blinked rapidly several times, waiting for the skip in my heart rate to steady in case the agents were able to monitor my biological responses through the tungsten. I didn’t think that was possible, but I refused to take a chance. Allowing my shoulders to slump, my head drooping forward in defeat, I slowly moved to the far opposite wall from the BGR++ and slid to the floor, as if I needed to be as far away from him as possible.
Sound waves reverberated off the tungsten, making my temples throb in time with my heart. Which hopefully helped disguise my thoughts off the grid. I allowed the pain to fill my frontal cortex logs, while I focused on the problem at hand.
Connect him. To what?
The grid? How? I didn’t have a connection with him to plug him into the ship’s grid. Though I was surprised Snyder left me tapped into the grid. Again, a sign that despite his controllers’ wealth and power, they didn’t work with Dynosauros squads often, or they’d never have left me to my own devices with the ship’s network at my fingertips. I didn’t have to be a Comms specialist to delete crucial controls or turn off access before anyone noticed. Sure, they’d terminate me, but it’d take time for them to track and untangle the issue to me.
Without something to connect me to the BGR++, I couldn’t plug him into the grid.
Or could I? Because we did have something between us.
Holly.
If she’d been able to give me a small amount of mrions… They’d be able to connect to any of the BGR++’s. They were raw Sirian cells. They could interface with anything. Especially each other.
The agent hadn’t noted any contamination but that didn’t mean they weren’t there inside me. Closing my eyes, I rested my head against the wall. I pictured Holly in my mind. The indescribable taste of her skin, soft and delicate on my tongue. Her scent. Sweet blossoms I couldn’t identify, mixed with the brutal reek of her alpha.
Holding her in my head, I brought up her medical scans and submitted a projection request to estimate how long until her follicle matured. While my internal Sirian network churned through those calculations, I fired off a low priority query.
Are any of Holly’s mrions available?
A mrion pinged back almost immediately. One tiny, precious dot against the formidable Sirian universe. If I hadn’t been deliberately looking for its response, I wouldn’t have noticed it, even in my own internal network.
I fought down the urge to immediately connect to her. Linking with her mind would be as indescribably pleasurable as tasting her mouth, but I had to assume Snyder’s agents were monitoring her even closer than me. They might be scanning her this very moment, looking for anything unusual in her developing neural network.
But they wouldn’t be monitoring the BGR++. They couldn’t.
Connecting to him would be easy now. In fact, he could have connected to me first via these mrions. So there had to be a reason he wantedmeto make the connection…
The ship’s grid. Connecting to that single mrion would give him access to everything. But if the agents discovered it too quickly, we’d both be terminated before we could get to her.
Think.I growled to myself.You were selected for your intelligence!
I only knew medical solutions. Anatomy. Disease. Biological systems. The science of respiration, digestion, and reproduction. Not network capabilities.
But I had to admit that wasn’t true at all. I’d already been disguising my “curiosity” as Snyder threatened to terminate me with other queries.
Obfuscation. High calculation models would keep my frontal cortex busy—and the grid at the same time. If I could keep the network busy, no one would notice a new connection. As long as we were careful.
I fired off more queries.
For each of the remaining candidates, project probabilities of affinity with the human female based on emotional and mental needs, not just physical compatibility.
Begin calculation by hour of fertilization probabilities with the developing follicle noted in the last medical scan.
I wracked my brain, trying to come up with more queries that would consume high amounts of memory and resources.
Given what we know about the two human females with Mrym fragments, compute the probability there are other yet undetected mrion fragments in the human population on Earth.
Ha. That would certainly take a while to resolve given the size of Earth’s population.
