London III: breach the silence

"You are to be on national TV. You will be called upon by Westminster when they are ready. They will need your brother for some the access to the city." I was on call with my brother internally as he silently watches of this Maiden and the Plague Doctor. The speaker that told this to my brother was someone else sharing part in this conversation, my best guess is the parasite acting minister from last night.

I have finished all the food I had sent from the buffet banquet and even order extras in room service delivery. I am pondered if my hunger was more a craving for raw meat then the actual hunger. I have been actively acting inhuman for a while - especially when my mind is clouded with other distractions. Maybe its why a lot of people freak out about me lately.

"Well actually... we are going to talking to the universe. Our transmission will go to space." My brother can sense what I was up to this morning, "Don't be causing troubles." Ending the call with those ringing words.

I left the Ritz with the intention of doing as I promised. I have many big ticket stores and the silver mile. Its my plan. Plans don't always go smooth. I dress averagely casual to crowd blend. I still part the crowds like a shark among school fish. This attention was to be met with local authorities.

"Pardon me, you are new. What's you ID from?" Actual police in full roit uniform. They scan me with a laser. My city ID as Kate showed up.

"I gained their trust by working at Twycross for a year.These crates are mine. They have some trade and some things I bought. I hope there was nothing wrong." They look at each other and back to me.

"She one the researcher the figured out the transformation plague cause without being told. She is semi-human where her brother is a metal man. They big deal to top leaders. She can defend herself just fine." The two nod and agree that there wasn't any problems with me. They were about to turn away.

"Oh I had a question." I waved, "Where is some decent quality food at? the resturants I would go to are closed."

In my mind those places like Hard Rock Cafe or Planet Hollywood. Jamie Oliver's kitchen. The pubs I knew hidden around were gone too. No food outlets and food shops were open for foot traffic. Its weird to say the least.

"Book a stay at a hotel and its delivered. Everyone is to scared of each other to eat publicly. Some eat privately due to how they became."

"Oh... I can understand. I have done to much dental work to not forget." I cross my arms unsure and made me think that I should wear my mask from last night and not this cloth face mask, "Thank you for checking in and doing you jobs during scary times. You make everyone feel that much safer, regardless of animal or humans." The one posed thinking about my word choose.

"You are old. No one uses that term. Not unless it was a insult of intelligence."

"I use it to grade your reactions. I am an old soul though. Kate is my second ID, after I lost my body. My current body isn't mine. I was unfortunate in a different way." The thinker had a stirking idea, looking towards me properly, "I believe that there is no harm with having a parasite type. As long as you get along together, you wouldn't actually harm each other." I sigh in notice he had something to say, "Forgive me. I have a lot in mind."

"Thats why the top seats like you. You know the turth about parasites." The coworker with the scanner has put his equipment away.

"She can photograph them within a host. They came up with that." My current bird guide hops to my arm from my shoulder, "The two newest researchers have broken into new ground work." The two cops look to each other one last time with certainty in agreeing.

"You may not need us. But may we join you? We can have somewhere that could feed you in exchange of some help." I nod but I checked my stuff. My brother know I would be helping someone. Basic kit with the surgeon tools. Some cleaner. He knew.

It was onward to st Paul's cathedral that I was guided by the two new guides. I would make my pit stops to trade with street vendors. I am not surprised that many machine sever puppets are still working here, each with looking after a human. They all code asked me about human symptoms for parasite transfer or about trading for essentials like medicine and things I could only imagine humans wanting. Not many pure humans came forwards unless they wanted something checked. Something the Machines couldn't ask about like skin conditions and potential cancer symptoms. No wonder they hide. Fear of being viewed as weak by the creatures. They all are scared if each other.

"This way." Up the the main steps, the new site for London hospital. St Paul's lined like a emergancy set up hospital with all the patients along the floor. Not where I thought I was heading.

"Doctor Nicks!" So many medical professionals stopped instantly around me, "Tell us... is there a cure?" I sighed with walking the wards.

Caccoon hibernation... so many. Some were patients strapped as thier minds snapped. Some lost memories. Some lost heads. The typical things of the removal of control.

"I read your papers about cases you encountered." A young looking face, "I been through so many. I can't cure some of them."

"The loss of the head isn't a big deal. Its whom is in control or if there is control at all." I picked up the sack of patients information they carried, "Nothing that horrific. You done have to sew organ back into them." I lightly laugh and put the stack back to them, "I don't mind lending a hand. You follow me and I will teach you what I do know."

I wave the three escorts I had and gave order for my crates to stack themselves to the wall, all but two that will follow after me with kit. Down the wards I go. I lost time here and was lost in the maze of continuing rooms of patients. The doctors can understand me without me speaking through a speaker, which was tell enough of parasite control. It seems its them whom can hear my voice when a patient without can't. I did find some whom didn't have parasites, here for other medical reasons. I spoke to them with the speaker system.

"Wow there." I assume with my lost time of being over worked, I had assumed this was brother coming to collect me in the end. I don't remember hearing his signal, the first give away that I shouldn't think to trust this sudden stranger.

At least its someone to sit me down, offer me a meal. Internal notice showed to me, warning me that I been given a sedative. My system has already completed containment of the drug. My golden chance to see whom this is and why they were interested in me. Spies as my brother warned about we stayed at the Ritz the first night.

"You don't think that she could have immunity, right?" I play a slower reaction times and the lack of focus. Let them try to take me, mostly to let them cart me to whomever it was whom wanted to talk.

"She has to know how to remove a parasite from anything. So maybe she will be coming out of it quicker. Stop stalling." They have me wheeled to lower burials, public elevator. They seem a little freaked by my trail of two boxs on spindle legs. Accepted that the boxes were coming with.

"Tie." my arms and legs to the chair. The knock they did on a surface behind me.

"You totally let them take you here." Ah, someone I worked with. The cable ties on my arms I cut with nails, "Who are you in there?" They were also maybe that case asking that question back.

"If you mean Poison, well. I am not. I am am the human host. You may not believe me. That doesn't matter. If I wanted to believe about the whole freedom fighting you parasite types have against some higher folks. You got all the evidence to prove it too." I leaned with cutting the cables on my legs. So I could sit comfortably in the wheelchair, "You wanted something that my parasite knew. Maybe it is the libaray of off world DNA collections. The DNA of the Outsider. You know. It is pointless." The all looked to each other confused, "No? Not aware then. Playing mind games." I got up just fine.

I step to the exit back into the elevator. I clap with my boxes to follow me. Hoverdrone2 watching them and fly past ahead for any troubles warnings.

"I need you to remove a parasite from the daughter of a city officail." I sighed in looking back, "I..." I walk back in. My nail poked them with injection of something my nanotech has ready. A cocktail of the sedtive and the Ddc198 strain. Dropped to the floor with instant reaction. Screaming.

"Second Brain control. Yup... I thought so." I look at the two fail kidnappers. They bolt it to a different exit. I go back to the main operating care area.

It was about time that I used this excuse to have a break from being doctor of the wards. Food. Totally not really happy about hospital food. My hope of bias is being a utter lie. The cafe had a lot of pure humans cooking. Pay with at the counter with the sever puppet. I scanned with my hand out of habit, it freaked the AI.

"Dont worry about the over cost. Keep the tip." I removed my face cover that freaked out kitchen staff. Go have a seat in the empty tables. I have the Hoverdrone2 sit at the table, show a holographic map of London for me. I openly show to be playing with the map. Looking at where my brother signal was bouncing. Looking at the new markers of what shops I been to since arriving. My route planning for when I do leave this church hospital.

I eat alone for the most part, eating as I always have like a human. Fork perched between lips from time to time as my hand dances the mapping.

"Whats your story?" A stranger joins. I raise a brow to them, a male pure human. No internal problems. A few open broken yet mended bones on the arm and chest areas. His heart raising from my stare, going by mended rib break pattern. Healthy horse now but wasn't before.

"My current name is Kate Nick. I am graced with the title of machines planetary ambassador. A title I share with my AI Brother. I am going on TV soon." I muffled with a fork. He didn't understand me. So Hoverdrone2 repeated it.

"Are you a parasite?"

"Its more complicated. I am human, brains wise. I am lucky to still be in some form myself." Hoverdrone2 speaks only now. I don't need to talk with my voice, allowing me to eat more food as this guy stares shocked, "I have metal replacements. Its why I can work with machines."

"So... whats the turth since you a big shot. You know its..."

"Parasites were farmed by another race. They are mind control and used to make armies of mindless battle fodder. Whomever did this was going to make this planet a safari shoot park. Its my current theory. It makes the most sense long term. This other race just assumed humans as unintelligible mammals, screwed up. Causing enslavement and pointless war in several galaxies." I had finished my food but I was hungry still. I waved to the kitchen for another order.

"If you weren't a fancy space title, I would have thought you were joking." The fella fetched the plates for us. I flicked signal to pay for it. The sever waved the guy to take it to the table. My second dish was another different menu item, trying put all the interesting flavors. Since the hospital isn't government ran, the food isn't bland crap. This was entirely perfect taste of restaurant quality.

"What about you, Mr human? Are you a previous patient with broken arm and stopped heart?" He coughed. I moved my plate out of the way, "I have machine eyes, I can scan you. I am a qualified doctor. Big shot whom can remove most young parasites." I poke my fork about with my food. Mostly waiting for his heart rate to chill back down and for him to formula a suitable response.

"I got in a fight with the police. I did community's service at this kitchen... now its a full time job." I glance to a message my brother is just checking in with me. I openly typed back with a hand, "This is London?" asking about the map. The new holographic technology means it wasn't necessary for humans to need arguement reality to see it. This was something that I was using the flying nanotechnology poison created.

"Its a old map. Its only updated where I been. It not accurate anymore." He looks around. He soon pointing out placed that changed and shops he recommended for popular trade. I simply watched the map update with due suggestions. Made a quick message about being hungry regardless of human food.

"You must have been starving." Notice my plate being clean.

"I am still. I am not used to my body yet. Its still hard sometimes to understand what translates as a sense. I don't need eyes to see. I don't need to walk on two legs, but I prefer it. I have retractable claws that I forget about from time to time. Truly I am a human trapped in a monster."

"Have you tried raw meat? I know some folks order it." For a normal human, he was relaxed to talk this freely with me. The environment and food... maybe some honesty has gone a long way to make the topic easier.

"I have. I have ate a lot of things. My brother tells me to be careful about the source of meat. He seems so caring now that he knows how it feels." Hoverdrone2 switched off and lifted away, my brother likely needing it, "That be my queue." I take my plate to the counter, and clap with my crates to follow me, "You will see me on TV soon. Bye Wilko." He looked confused, "Your in staff uniform." I reminded and he looks at himself.

"My shopping spree interrupted. Honestly." Back to front desk, give a clap for my other boxs to follow, "Later folks."

I announced behind me as I left. Heading back down to pick up a bus ride, buses drove by a sever puppet it seems. Another freaked out when I pay by scanning my hand. I bet its the looking flesh and not being a machine that does it. I have my crates stacked tight out of the way. Watching London passing by at the Windows. I wasn't the only one riding but the only not humanoid. Glares stabbing my back.

All of the rest of the day was entertaining the folks I met in the London tower introduction party, actually keeping my word about visiting for a browse at their stores. Of little surprise to me, being a higher patron had meant I had exclusive access to higher floors with even stranger trades.

Parasites have stores of technology. I was surprised just how much of it was on sale and having demonstration of how to use it. It is a lot of marketing to mutants and humans whom were fine with parasites types. This was proof enough to me that dome cities and other worlds have over looked them as a sentient race, just as humans have been seen as backwater planet of apes. We all may have lower graded technology to higher federal space agencies but we have potential to enhance the over all grade of technology in the Milkyway clusters. Being looked down upon as plagued war fodder.

This opinion was clear with what my brother was sending me information about with other space stations networks. He was always exhausted looking because he sends his ghost out to those places to act as a on the spot ambassador.

This was the opinions that the plague doctor admitted about. Not only did the freak want me back for being a test subject to his research. He lies about looking up to my professional veiw of biological science research. He deems human theory about grems unfounded and continued to smear evidence of energy contradictions and not microorganisms to be the source of illness.

The Plague Doctor was soon shut up when he hear the common cold the three caught in court was cured with the provision of meds we gave. I bet he had his attempts check their conditions and wrongly treated the three.

This Maiden, pretend nurse maid, was finally seeing the break through that human medical care has for it. That many other worlds way of understanding health wasn't always right. Yes, some races do indeed get ill from different energy sources mixing within bodies. There were a lot of what was been called 'lower races' because these higher folks unable to be cured or find cause of illness. To wrapped up by energy conversion medical practices. This Maiden finally has a answer for why the their race of energy conversion types are infected abnormal by the parasites and that they been going about it wrong to rid of their version of this plague.

It was all the information that my brother sends me in small notes throughout my shopping spree among the high end buildings. I was trying out some armour clothing created by stolen information that parasites have collected off other races.

I was very fascinated by the natural of having a pulse netting of electric current being whay energy races used to sheild from damage. The very way it was made was exactly how human nerves are, which was why it caught my attention. My brother has similar version of his own from him copying my human nerves. The pattern of nerve on this one was... off. So I paid for it and continued to wear it under my clothing for the rest of today.

"Excuse me lady Nick, I am one the many guards of the gem stone vaults. I was ordered by the current acting priminister to guide you there." A butler like outfit and more interesting detail I noticed is... this is human uninfected by any parasite, "Its of my promise to reward the ones whom made several break throughs with undisputed evidence about the parasites. Not only that. You have made many allies on behalf of machines with everything you done since you been unfrozen from ice."

I was paused in shock really, that someone mentions me from being thawed from ice. It wasn't a hidden fact but no one had the guts to talk my past back at me. On top of this was a message my brother has about following the butler to fetch our rewards from being zoo doctor interns.

That this butler uniform pure human male is a previous priminister, something along the lines of being; this guy at his time of term made the order to machines in request medical aid to zoo territories away from London. The priminister whom was first machine contact to London central network. This guy reawakened the hidden severs predating fallout in order to send such request of aid. Machines have just as equal thanks to this one man for that alone, leafing obligation that machines returned the favor of giving medical aid.

"Forgive my long pause. I was just stunned that you would be waking around unprotected. I know I do but... Well I am sure you know. All the report from the zoos my brother and Myself made came to your desk." The guy grins with nods, "So your are taking me to the silver mile?"

"Yes. You and your brother have been actively acting on my governments behalf, even of you may not have realized it until now. We share this goal of speaking to the farmers of parasites. To stop wars in other worlds. Shed some light that we collectively are not push overs." He crunched his hands in fists of how annoyed he is, "That plague doctor and wherever he came from is my worry enough that humans, no creatures of this planet are deemed lower life. Regardless of our advances in machines and surpassing parasite examples other worlds technology."

We walked within a huddle group through a back door and onward down to the London underground tube trains. This was faster transport to where we wanted to go.

The London of the past was all on the surface, the culture on show on every street. The London after fallout and mutation alteration is here underground. This was the feel of London I missed most. This was air I knew was missing when I arrived in London since.

Easily this was where everyone is comfortable with each other. Here all creatures were obvious of themselves, walking on all fours or not constrain to human society norms. No face or skin covering for some. Freedom of speech about parasites here. Freedom to be a society not undermining its own principles. Its best said to be watching domestic creatures being natural and also free speaking.

"We hide from satellite imaging from space. Down here in the underground, this society can be itself. A open source of belief from all whom call earth home. This is the country that I was elected to protect for a term." The ex-priminister speaking up once more as I would watch how there is resturants and cafes here. Actually public eating places. It was a maze of market and city here. I am shocked it is exactly how I would imagine crossover species would interact and live together.

"I guess my throw away joke about cats in my diary isn't funny." I pondered if I was comfortable enough to walk on all fours too. That is how this body wants to naturally walk.

"Pardon?"

"Before I was put under ice and was given nanotechnology that my ai brother was from. I wrote diaries at the time of my cell photography and recruitment of the ice box government project. I was thinking about future I would wake up in... the next time ice thawed." I explained calmly, "Even when I was fully human, I said that the transformation plague could lead to creatures gaining voice. I said it in a sense of a joke and right after felt the need to right that I should say it in a throw away way. Leading to my second fear of my annoyance of slow computers will someday bite back at me." They all stopped walking a moment, "which part of what I said shocked you? It was why my brother found me so interesting. He used to say I was a weirdo to talk at city machines like I would a normal person."

"Well your personality is so..." the ex priminister thinks on my words, "Your not a digital copy of a human in a machine body, as it was speculated. Nanotechnology would mean real living flesh." I waved them to continue walking, now I was the one leading the way.

"My real name was Catherine... or rather Katherine with a K. I was human until my own inflections with a elder staged parasite. A parasite that realized to late what it had done. I became less human over the years after thawing. I should have died as a human ages ago." I take stop with looking at how the entrance into the vaults of the silver mile were locked tight. The team disbursed with safety measures changing in a secure location like this, "My brain was transplanted into parasite whom wanted to be a sacrifice, made to undo the wrong it made. I don't think it realized I should have died naturally already. My brother know I should have died, which was why he was into the researching parasites and the relationship of side affect any versions of Ddc100."

"So what are you now?" The way opens to a protocol machine kill code section. I am unfazed by it, all my nanotechnology is immune to this code. This was the same code used for the geographical area fencing away from city networks.

"We don't know. I am not the parasite shape. I am not human. The machine parts are filling in where my DNA gaps are. I continue to look for answers with biological sciences." I twirled unfazed with being scanned for any weapons and pat down for any location technology. I have lost signal with my brother ages ago. The nanotechnology is relying on me for orders, they can't act indpendant. They have to use my direct manual control of blood impulse and hormones.

"Part machine and part biological flesh with no background data. A human brain within controlling your mass." I nod agreeing and they are satisfied with continuing through, "You continue to be a oddity, lady Katherine." He guided down to the furtherest sections past the precious metals sectors - doors labeled with the elements within. I recognized most of from being metal found in smart phones, smart technologies micro processors chips and other elements of the periodic table that isn't commercially worn as jewellery.

Reaching past mineral vaults labels not of what's inside but where they were from. The gemstones collection of the Natural History museum was stored here, that made me have a double take. That shouldn't normally be here. The British Museum too... I guess some archeological discovery's have gemstones. Portrait gallery? I know those are just paintings.

"I was curious to why paintings were here too." He voiced my thoughts of looking at the labels, "But I read that there was data analysis on the paint those original older paintings used. Mineral paint being used. Such fact would make machine technology jump to fast... if they started using paint for secuirty bypassing. It was a hacker worry they had for the space stations constructions."

"Ah, that makes sense. I guess you have the all the bibles and manuscripts from medieval history locked here too. Maybe a few remains of the monks that wrote them." I looked onwards.

"Why?" He asked.

"The blue paint in those books were crushed lapis. A monk was found with blue teeth and was assumed a painter for the books." He takes out a note pad and wrote that down and frozen at realized I am the one whom knew that, "My brother knows from books I read. The system doesn't. We are not connected to the network. I thought me walking here was proof of that."

"You make a valid point." he finished his notes, "I will have better security measures with that suggestion." I nod lightly. He turned to a vault, twisting the gear himself. He stops mid way to do something the door pulls open. I gave hand in how heavy it is. He mopped up some sweat, walking in first.

A room of sealed steel boxes around. Some labels with vague numbers faded on surfaces. The back of the vault door has charts for what those numbers recorded. He was reading them through. Mutters a little.

"Box 982." He looks around, I pointed to it on a top stack. He has a step ladder from the corridor. I help him bring it down, a shoe box sized steel box. Well actually the alloy isn't earth made. Going by the jibberish beside the box 982 chart label, this is a space artifact. He nods for sure and has me out the vault. He locked it behind us. I don't open the box because the way it opens isn't normal. There wasn't exactly a lid or clasp or button.

"Thank you for whatever it this is. If its locked away like this, it must be highly valued or something."

"From what I do know... here." I am give a printed file, "unknown races have been stopping on earth for a long time. Predating prehistory even before our data wipe. I understand that you know what I mean. The USA and other larger countries have been collecting scraps of the technology that could be useful for us to learn and fabricate a version for ourselves. So we can use it and understand more of the universe we share. The UK and smaller countries were in charge of protecting artifacts like this. All since the wow signal, we been trying to prepare for that day a race will talk to us. We hoped that then sending us a signal like that proof they wanted to talk to us." He shook, "The wow signal was accident on their part. Its only recently that we understood how low the chain we are recognized as. We aren't the only race whom feels that way but we are the only one among the many that are deemed lower to do something about it."

"The space stations cities." He nods with my guess.

"The fact we started space drifting scared them. Parasites being the weapon sent to us to either destroy or test us. I don't think they expected us to talk." I looked at this shoe box with some thoughts.

"What if we could scream at them and make them realize we are people to." I hugged the box to me as we leave out the security entrance. I sensed signals nearby so I backed off so I may speak to him, "What if we can send them a message that we are not stupid. Have other worlds whom feel like us share in with that message. It shouldn't just be earth whom wants answers."

"The machine network sure was lucky to have a bright mind like you. But how would you go about it?"

"Tomorrow is the global speech across all networks - both earth and all connected space stations will be one signal. So strong that we be broadcasting to potential other races whom are out in our solar system. They be broadcasting the interest of what earthlings like us have to say in their galaxy cluster war."

"But that wouldn't be directly to the cause of the parasites mind control. This was already established. Many centuries of our current technology has tried. I would believe other worlds have to."

"Well you using machines of electric current to send the signal. Parasites take orders from a flesh organ... a second Brian is literally what it is. I so happen to be a Brian with robotic signalling." The wide eyes of finally putting pieces together.

"At what cost?" He worried.

"I don't know. But you should make it worth the effort when that time comes. My brother will be sent this whole conversation when I return to signal. He will do his part with space stations and other planets ambassadors." I posed about the box, "This might even help. Not sure what it is and how it works. But has to, right?"

I go into the signal, I can see how my brother instantly reconnected to check my health. I give a wave of leave as they all closed the vaults. I hug my box the whole way straight back to the Ritz. To go about pondering this box alone in my hotel room. My brother never came back to the hotel with how busy he was to make the global speech important.

I had a email from Lucas Mulberry about his inputs about the plan to poke several bears then lead them to the honest nest that started it all. He had mix feelings of the matter.

The mother network sent its own digital conversation with me while I was asleep. Invading my dreams through the sever used for argument reality chat room. The plan was talked through with practice of my part of the speech. Teaching me the fluency of other languages. Coaching me in the ethics of being an AI while recognizing I am a flesh brain still. It learning new things from prying my mind like this.

Came the morning, I suited into my improved hazmat armour suit. This was what many people knew me as most. It seemed easiest to go to Westminster this way too.

"Westminster madam." The driver of the double decker bus announced for me.

"Thanks." I waved goodbye as the bus takes off. I was tempted to wait in a queue like everyone else. It would be my bird from the roof to spot me guide then squawk my ear off about being late.

"Aright. I get it." I closed the beak since I don't have Hoverdrone2 to be speaker.

"ID." Stopped at the mid pause to say something. I removed my helmet to better peer at the security guard. Still no. I poke his chest radio to borrow it.

"I am Kate. My brother is already inside. excuse me." I waved with disconnected the radio. The guards that backed off in fear. I sigh once able on free ground to look around for my brother.

"Time to call in." Many in the chamber do not hide faces. Well groomed fur or hair. All of them had a showmanship, political gleam about them. Even the cats laying along bench backs were serious. My brother has yet to be announced. I hop right to him, link arms. He poked about suit. Directed about changing. I tsked but comply. Go to the bathroom to change, the drones with delivery of it and the accessories to wear.

Its very showy... a lot of my skin is visible along my back. The colouring was what the any space ambassador should be sporting; white mock silk with a lace of gold vines. In the gold was symbols of the partnerships the machines have made. I have a fancy gold, silver and gemstone hair dressings. A necklance of stones. All a reference to somewhere in space. I felt the need to mimic makeup on my face but choose not to. If I forget it, it would go away. I was ready now. No need for anything else. This seems to much but it maybe was to to show how serious things are taken.

"Sir Jackle of the machine planetary ambassador. The co-owner of Earth's Daek market sales. The co-researcher of the break through study to be announced." I heard ahead of me. In a queue to walk in. The announcer was flummoxed about me being gone. Yet moved on.

A lot of royalty here to repsent other cities whom are allowing parasite among the population, folks whom cut communication to the network for that reason. Assumed as the fallen and infected cities.

"Recent visitors from off world..." I recognized them. The team we left with the plane, amusing that they are here. Not dressed for the occasion. Still classy to know their place. I could stop my frown with, "Creator of the Ddc100 and first physical contact to humans..." His nickname as always. Maybe it's a translation into human language.

"Alone madam?" I am asked.

"No. I am fine. Go ahead." I let them be next.

"Very normal for a machine." I tilted and changed my mind. I came forwards, I gave my glare to the moron behind me now. I send a reminder to the announcer.

"Lady Kate Nick of the Machine planetary ambassador for Earth. The human and machine relations speaker. Co-owner of the Dark Market. One of the original researchers as life cell photographer of the ice box project. Co-writer of the recent break through." There is a pause of being nervous to say it, "The official speaker of parasites relations and not of the Outsider command."

"Very good. Thank you." I ignored the gasps of how everyone gawking at my dress, "Honestly Brother." I sigh with having him directing me to our seats. The next few were announced but they were lesser it seems.

"You did remember to bring some examples." I posed my hand with one the pets crawling to my hand, "We should be fine." It was a lot of listening to the the arguements between locals about minor things. Then the green for camreas live. The narrator and many translator's working. The several locations being listed as live listening. Some other places going live now... and the signal being in sync and stronger. Steady to be broadcast to the space stations.

The highers speaking first, meaning the top of the creme. Each reporting about current situations and the basics of thier research. Most were here in honesty to hear what the machines were thinking. This was their frist space broadcast as equal to humans. So there was a lot of unpacking for many cities to go back over again. Machine call in reports, telling it straightforward then humans dancing. Each machine expressed something of interest about my brother and me.

"Will you please speak next for me, Catherine?" My real name and no doubt of this being the main network, "The folks aren't going to listen to James. They will you, my freind."

I stood up with a light bow.

"It no issue at all. The next topic is about the parasite issue across not just earth. By the passing days I hear so much about other worlds. Other galaxies." I didn't speak my mouth at frist but with a gentle clearing of my throat, "As stated by my entry into the Westminster Palace, I am the spokesperson for parasite types but I am not to be assumed with the Outsiders. These are in fact their own race of intelligent creatures with a abnormal development. They like you whom been infected with something that forces them to be the destruction we face." I hold out my arms with letting them on show, "If I am to be truly honest, I am just a translator for them. They have much to say." I now focused with giving my signal to the eldest here.

Through me, I spoke words I didn't know. Yet the translator's were glad to follow easier with a more open language. No longer was it me speaking in this speech, just a glorified mic. The return to my part was perfect timing and clearing my throat again.

"Back to my turn, my brother and myself are a speicalist case. I was infect with a parasite whom pretend to be another ai system. This one had a goal that was about going against the Outsiders. Their intentions of turning the current hatching on earth against the outsiders. This was maybe a lie that it told me, we no longer have the living parasite trying to take my brothers and my control. Since I am some part machine, I do retain access to all the data it had." I pose hand, "So it makes a perfect time to do something unheard of."

"Sister... is it wise?" My brother standing up at my side. A hand resting my shoulder.

"Maybe not but everyone listening wants to know whom the hell is going around enslaving whole galaxies. We can finally scream at them on their turf then killing ourselves."

"I like this already." The network sending the approval, "Since now its established that war isn't with parasites types or each other for that matter. But there is no telling whom is in the other end of the signal."

I focused to strong with the connect hadet disconnecting myself from my body. Gladly being caught my brother, he seemed shocked that I would be this crazy. The secure line links through. These was long dread of this being pointless. Then gwaked shock of folks being a witness to communicate stabilizing to someone's words. Many worlds in snarl of this being muttering so plainly.

"This connection is established to much a head of time. So this would have to be someone whom has hacked the system." rumbling with playing tracer. The silence.

"Yes, we hacked the system because we are posing a declaration of the 7th law. The clear break of the laws of the federal space open market for the Milkyway. You have over 163 planetary ambassadors whom are wanting to declare war. Most of all you about to have a break of command by those whom you thought was under your control." Many voices all at once, all of them in sync to speak this. All nuanced by languages and accents. The cold snow flake landing over the iceberg past these voices.

The attempt to cut the line, I had my hands in sending a digital ghost. Latched on to all the nearest technology that this signal touches, locked. But I feel my head splitting from the effect of effort. Successful in being the bridge for

other races across other worlds to send short messages. Mostly turning the wars to these trouble makers. I had to disconnect at the last second before a trave return was sent. It took mea while to return back to my body, gladly looked after by my brother.

The Westminster was lively of topic of alliance with dome cities to bridge trades to creature mutants. That there was statement for the fallen 4 cities to be repopulated with mutants, that those places can be reconstructed repairs. Giving the was world wide, signals of other mutants colonies spoke up alliances in the countries they were in. A gamble of if human in that area doesn't slaughter them in prejudice.

All parasites used this connection to establish a private meeting together on a selected date, to establish whom fought beside earth dwellers and whom was the outsider servants. Humans of top governments were invited to be judges and have better support for whichever sides they choose. This invite was extended to us of the machine relations representatives. Some took my parasite relations title seriously. Assuming I was one, which I am mostly body wise.

My headache made me stop taking in my surroundings. I leaned with my brother after being conductor carrying compicated messages. Why did I think that was smart?

"Pardon us, she needs time to recover from this." Swept up off my feet, carried out of the room back to the van which is parked nearby on street beside the Westminster. This was the exit that the priminister would use for short visits in and out of Westminster. A unassuming side door that always security watched.

"You are crazy." He slides me in with ease, the coffin within the van. I am to scrambled to change bodies again. I can sense the attempts that many worlds were trying to replicate my established connections yet unable to bypass security measures. This was the same for the Outsiders trying to return signal back, unable to find my mind connection. Unable to cross that bridge.