[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
split from the other two. Those who possess the Z chromosome are muscular and
grim and women but with a difference.
The Sacred Diagram of the Mendelian Triangle demonstrates this. When X and Z
cross there is dominant and recessive and since women are dominant more women
are born, and of course a few feeble men, which is all we need. But a Z
chromosome is dominant and when these cross only women with Z
chromosomes are born. Do you understand the significance of this?"
Rambette, who had been listening in stupefied awe, had not an inkling of what
Drekk was talking about.
She gurgled dashingly, shook her head, then nodded.
"I know it is difficult," Drekk intoned. "But in time you will learn all.
Page 19
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
Suffice to say now that only females with Z chromosomes are born of women with
Z chromosomes. And in this fact lies the unhappy history of our fair world. It
is written that there was a Battle of the Sexes between those of the Y and
those of the Z. It was fierce and deadly and in the end the Outsiders, as
those with the Z chromosome came to be called, were driven from this land,
angry and manless, doomed to die away at last since none were born to replace
them.
"But, oh, the muscular grim Outsiders also had an Unholy intelligence. Driven
though they were into the
Great Swamps they persevered. With great ingenuity they felled trees and bound
them with vines until they constructed a Great Seagoing Raft. They built an
earthen dike around the edge of this raft to prevent the waves from washing
over and swamping it, and launched it into the sea, and thus escaped certain
death at our hands. Nor does the story end there! The currents in the ocean
are such that although this
Dikeworld circles far from land, every twenty years it is pushed back ashore.
Then hideous battle is joined as we fight to hold onto our feeble men, and
these battling warriors fight to steal them from us. For endless years we lost
these battles. Many of our men were stolen. The Outsiders prospered whilst our
numbers waned. Then the first Giant Bats were found in caverns by the sea.
Girls like you with high-
pitched voices and keen hearing were trained to ride those bats in battle.
Thus were the Batriders born!"
Rambette stopped the story when she felt Bill pull his hand from hers.
"Time to work," he said. "Break's over. You can tell me the rest of the story
later."
"Story!" she frothed. "Here I am revealing my true nature, my secrets and
you say story
!" Sharp knives were suddenly in her hands, instant death in her eyes.
"I didn't mean that!" Bill squealed. "I meant we should be working, but what
you have told me is so important that I want to hear more."
"That's better." The knives vanished. "I will tell you all, in greatest
detail, when we are alone again. Tell you of the years of Battraining,
learning to speak to those great hairy, tick-ridden creatures. Learning how to
heal their wounds, comfort their young. How to hang upside down when mounting
them. Then, oh how we fought, flapping and squeaking into battle. The red bats
were vampire bats and were trained to swoop down and suck the blood of the
Outsiders. The black bats were carnivorous and flapped furiously into
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Ha...%20The%20Planet%20of%20Zombie%2
0Vampires.htm (19 of 85) [10/16/2004 2:07:42 AM]
Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Zombie Vampires battle, snatching
dismembered arms out of the air when their Batgirl riders hacked them off with
swords.
But the most feared of all were the green bats, terrifying dive bombers. Those
I rode proudly. Before the attack they would be fed on Tingleberries, great
fruit filled with giant seeds. Then I would fly to the attack, holding a berry
on a pole out ahead of my bat. Once over the enemy I would let the bat eat the
berry. Bats' digestive systems are constructed so that when a bat eats fruit
its sphincters open to make room. The old seeds are ejected and fall with
killing force. My poo-bomber helped us win the war. But the enemy always
managed to steal some of our men. Always more were born to carry on their
race. Until the spaceship came."
"Spaceship?"
"Yes, an Imperial Scoutship. Bringing both good news to my race and bad news
to me. They detected our settlement and what appeared to be an offshore
island. They landed on it and Dikeworld sank and was no more. The Scoutship
lifted off and landed on the beach. I was the closest one when the port
opened. And there was a man I mean a Man! After the puny, crummy men on my
Page 20
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
world this broad-shouldered
Trooper made me swoon with anticipation. He approached me and smiled. I
simpered in return. He reached into his trousers and took something out.
"'Do you know what this is?' he asked in a deep-timbered voice.
"'I I think I do,' I quavered.
"'Do you want to hold it?'
"'Oh yes!' I said stupidly. I took the fountain pen, thinking it was a
present. Oh, how young and foolish I
was! Under his guidance I wrote SWAK, sealed with a kiss in our language, and
made a big X on the paper. Only when he had explained to the other Troopers
who emerged from the craft that I had just enlisted did I realize how he had
betrayed me. In a fit of temper I killed him on the spot, and the Troopers
were more than happy to help me bury a Recruiting Sergeant. But alas! the
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]