The Voice

[Nomad]

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Slowly but surely, Melissa Fletcher's hand reached and inserted a disk into the slot of the computer. Images began to flash before her. But while her eyes stared blankly into the lights, it read the information quickly. It would soon be time.

It had only been a few weeks, yet it was mastering its understanding of the human race. Creatures hell-bent on forging a future out of the present, regardless of the shadows the past cast over them. Their languages were slow and hard to understand, yet it had already obtained a basic idea of word ordering and grammar. It learned to coordinate physical actions, something that really was never needed before.

It was an out-of-the-mind experience for it. At first, typing was most difficult. But soon, it became better, and when it did, it began to push the limits of its vessel.

It really did not care. The sooner it was free of sapien drudgery, the better. The sooner it could return, the better it would be.

Melissa, the vessel, soon found herself in the middle of nowhere.

The human database called it Omicron Kappa. It called it M'kar-nak. Melissa was totally oblivious to it.

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Voices in the Dark