A Love Story
By Eolake Stobblehouse
Zxmtsk was one of the most beautiful females of her people. Built like a tank and strong like a tank, her bright blue hide and hundreds of stump tentacles became the focus of every male who encountered her. The scent of her powerful chemical makeup, which helped her survive on her harsh home world, was a natural aphrodisiac to her suitors.
She didn't have much time for romance, though. Being an eminent specimen of a species built for battle, she was busy carving a career as a mercenary in turbulent parts of the galaxy, and she loved her job.
One day romance caught up with her. Among the smoking ruins of the once-gleaming towers of the capital of Heeeerooiys, she found herself perceptive-organs-to-perceptive-organs with a huge green male, even bigger and stronger than herself, and handsome as a god, his skin oozing and his scent dominating the formerly idyllic city square.
Being an alien from the TiiiLx2II people of +iii9, he was nevertheless an instant revelation to Zxmtsk, she felt like she had found her soul mate. And oh! so beautiful he was!
The male, named E=MC3, was not immune to the female charms of Zxmtsk either. They feel instantly and hopelessly in love. They both felt that the fact that they were of different species was a technicality which should not stand in the way of true love.
At the earliest R&R they managed to arrange, they got married and sped off to their honeymoon.
Among the peaceful seas and mountains of one of the not-too-touristy vacation planets, they celebrated their love. They danced and they laughed, oh how they laughed and danced.
E=MC3 was a gentle and patient being, and he did not rush the physical relationship. In fact Zxmtsk found that in the end it was up to herself to take initiative. So one morning they ordered room service in the splendid seaside hotel, and stayed in to consummate their marriage.
It was a cool morning, but soon the room heated up from their love, and it was fortunate that the hotel was built to house guest even bigger and stronger than our dear lovers, because it quickly got a bit wild. Their huge bodies bounded around the room in the throes of love and passion.
Soon, amidst all the joy, Zxmtsk started to feel that her physiological changes were different than was normal, and it looked like E=MC3 was having trouble too.
And then there was the way they suddenly stuck together, and the temperature started rising alarmingly. It soon became clear that their passion had stirred an incompatibility between their bodies’ individual molecular makeup, and a big reaction was coming fast.
The resulting explosion laid waste to most of the hotel, killed 345 sentients and 987 robot servants, and left the site uninhabitable for decades. Zxmtsk and E=MC3 were both dazed and seriously bruised, and very disappointed.
Later in her old age, Zxmtsk would tell her grandchildren, in a hushed voice, how she had once met her soul mate, and he was not their grandfather. He had been a prince amongst warriors, and handsome like a dream. But they had decided to go their separate ways, it was a love not to be. The chemistry simply had not been right.
END
15 comments:
Kinda reminds me of my experience with my ex-wife who was always battle-ready.
lovely! :-)
That was just wonderful, Eolake! Pure, well-written enjoyment.
You have got to stop eating the ergot on your rye.
*sniff* Well it made me cry. To find ones soul mate and then discover that it was all for nought? Oh how awful.
Perhaps I am far too romantic but this really got to me.
Thanks for it all the same. When a writer touches a heart...he/she has written well.
Well done Eolake.
With regards
mi
Its a very well-written story. Even though there were funny names included it was still very touching. However, this can make many readers conclude that interracial or mixed marraiges are not good. Sure wouldn't it be? So, is mixed-marraiges is acceptable or not?
Eolake - you really should lay off the acid. LSD isn't the thing anymore, and since we welcomed you to our planet recently - we understand that you have come from a land far away and really F low on oxygen. Write a blog on something - anything.
But don't ramble and foam like you're F insane.
Anurag... yes. Mixed marriages are definitely acceptable these days. In these times of when nobody cares anymore - since most humans will DO IT with anything else living on the planet - the outcome will be for our study and research. Only. As they say - Mexicans are living proof that white men slept with apes.
Fin lille historie. Det er godt jeg er kommet af med min russiske kone.
Hilsen Allan
Thanks for all the diverse comments.
It was nice to see the romantic aspect being touched upon. Myself I had focused more on the humorous aspect.
The names are part of that too. It's sort of an in-joke, I guess, for SF readers. In the old days of hard science fiction, aliens would often be burdened with unpronounceable names just to show how alien they were.
Enjoyable, surprising, touching, funny, sad.
All in one short tale. Wondrous, Thanks
Anurag,
I suppose if your honeymoon hotel doesn't explode killing 345 sentients and 987 robot servants, with radioactive fallout leaving the site uninhabitable for decades, then your mixed marriage isn't really a problem. Some sweet sweat smell sure shouldn't count so much. :-)
Unless you try to say it 5 times fast!
The moral of this story could be: "When making love causes more damage than making war, it's time to reconsider."
I blame it all on the three. I'm convinced it was the "E=MC3" that caused an imbalance in the whole matter/energy equation and a core meltdown of the two enamored tanks. Maybe Zxmtsk should have paid more attention in Cosmo-Quantum Physics class...
"As they say - Mexicans are living proof that white men slept with apes."
I think you're confusing Mexicans and Talibans. Although I might be mortally insulting apes by saying this. I've never seen a mountain gorilla behave anything remotely like a Taliban. White men, on the other hand...
Perhaps the apes only provided the genes of hairiness, thick eyebrows and rough semantics?
"MONKEY BATH : A bath so hot, that when lowering yourself in, you go: `Oo! Oo! Oo! Aa! Aa! Aa!`."
Speaking of which, I think they sent Muhammad Al-Baradei to investigate on that tourism resort incident. The good man is still hesitant as to how to phrase his conclusions in a politically correct manner. I hear he asked some Danish bloke in Lancashire for pointers to avoid shocking the Saudi delegation with... "anti-islamic verbal images".
"AUSSIE KISS : Similar to a French Kiss, but given down under."
I just saw one of those in an all-female video.
In both Sydney and Auckland. It was very stimulating.
I guess the second one would be a "kiwi kiss". Better leave the subject there.
Dang, somebody already thought of that!! (According to Urban Dic.)
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