Future Fighters III

Here are the links to the two previous parts:
http://padawansofwriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/future-fighters.html#comment-form
http://padawansofwriting.blogspot.com/2013/01/future-fighters-ii.html#comment-form

            “Mother, MOTHER!” yelled the little girl, whose eyes burned like the stars. She led J. Adonai into her family’s home, the Stone Palace.  The front hall was as large as throne rooms, inky marble, furniture shaped like spirits, hallucinations of a controlled mad man.

            “What is it my dear?” Her mother beamed as her daughter caught her reading on the furniture. “Why does the servant look so disheveled?”

            “He is not a servant, mother. He fell from the stars.” The little girl clutched J. Adonai. He wondered at the appearance of the mother. The mother seemed to be in her early twenties, but that was impossible since the child was between eight and ten. Snowy tresses, warm rounded face, eyes more poignant than her daughters, she was the idealization of every man’s desire. Her face morphed with fear.

            “My dearest daughter, you must return him from wence he came.”

            “Mother, he came to me!” The mother leaned into J. Adonai.

            END MEMORY COLLECTION

            All the wires breaching J. Adonai’s head burned out. Steam rolled off from the infusion points. A woman and her robot took out the wires one by one.

            “I do not know what happened, memories usually do not stop in the middle.” Doomra faced a table, both sides full of dignitaries, in front of a display screen where J. Adonai’s memories once were.

            “Thank you Doomra” Said Ms. Veger, “Please rewrite J. Adonai’s memories and return him to his post.”

            Doomra wheeled the slack J. Adonai out of the room.

            “What exactly was on the screen Ms. Veger?” Stated a dignitary, long beard sweeping his cup, on the left side of the table.

            “It was the only part of his memory they forgot to clear. As you can see we got our first good luck of the inside of one of their palaces. We need to inspect the images more, but it seems their building materials are not from this dimension.”

            “Who were those people?” Stated a female dignitary, sinking with age, on the right side.

            “We believe they are part of the royal family of that planet. The woman is the Queen of Stone and her daughter Sapphire. They are from the highest ranking Stone family, the Stones.”

            The room ruptured into discussion. Much of the discussion surrounded the ridiculousness of the family names. What family would be named after elements from the dirt? Ms. Veger ingurged much of their grief. The discussion was turning against her and much of her theory.

            “Ms. Veger, you are one of our greatest investigators. We have tolerated your theories for years, but the fact is that we felt you have gone too far. Stones? People from other dimensions? My planet and the people I represent will not stand with this!” The bearded dignitary rushed out of the room, followed by two others.

            As the door closed, the elder woman interjected “We believe that these people are just weirdos on the edge of the universe. Just make sure they are not using illegal science.”

            Mutely everyone else left the room, Ms. Veger was all alone to look at the floor.

            “You believe me don’t you Doomra?” Ms Veger stood aside from Doomra as she worked on creating new memories for J. Adonai.

            “Not the craziest idea ever.”

            “Then why will they not accept it?”

            “You have been going on about it for a decade with only a stitch of evidence.” Doomra held up a disc “This is the most evidence you have ever found and all you may have discovered is a bunch of weirdos.”

            Ms. Veger watched as Doomra created a boring memory of him falling asleep on the job. A nice dream about naked women dancing then turning into his mother, something that he will forever want to forget.

            “Then how do they have the technology to do this? I still say they have abilities that are beyond our comprehension. They are unlike magic folks.”

            “We exiled all those people to the Magic Planet, they are weak. Maybe all these happenings are the results of some illegals on the edge of the universe.”

            Ms. Veger slid the disc into her hand, stomping out of Doomra’s laboratory. Sliding out of the door, she made sure the hallway was empty even though it was late at night. She rushed to her room down the hallway before she was faced with what she was avoiding.

            “Why do you always have to stir the shit Veger?” Tonson, a man’s whose arms were larger than baby’s heads, confronted her.