Descending Road - START HIM UP AGAIN by Dana W. Paxson

START HIM UP AGAIN

1562 4D

“Young poet and seducer, I will now begin to teach you how I feel about the cock who fucks my lover.” Arlen removed the needle from Tariall‘s neck, and in a burst of fury fueled with KPX, lifted and flung the young man at the great steel doors.

Lying on Arlen‘s sward of pile carpet, his frail body twisted and broken, Tariall looked up with soft eyes and a faint, wavering smile that infuriated Arlen further. “Indrio‘s not your lover, Arlen.” He winced; a trace of blood rose a the corner of his mouth. “Please treat her well. I loved her enough to die for her.” His mouth slackened, his eyes closed, his body jerked once and settled. Arlen fumed. How could Indrio have taken someone so weak?

He smoothed the many vertical folds of his jumpsuit of rich, dark-blue furskin, raised one hand to inspect its thick fingers, and checked his long curved nails tinted a brown darker than his golden-umber skin. The nails were strong. Good.

He called, “Resuss team to my center. Start him up again and take him to Progarnes.”

A gray-coveralled crew of four burst in, hauled Tariall‘s body onto a panel, and jacked tubes and cables into the sides of his neck. A high humming signaled the entry of synthetic blood into Tariall‘s system, two breaks in the hum marked the restarting of his heart. The team carted the panel out through Arlen‘s great metal doors, off to the Analysis Chambers where Doctor Progarnes did his exacting work.

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USER SURVEY	PUZZLE ME	MAKE ELM MARK

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HOVER Palatino Linotype FULL	HOVER Times New Roman BARE	HOVER Times New Roman FULL
PAD Arial BARE	PAD Arial FULL	PAD Lucida Bright BARE
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	START HIM UP AGAIN 1562 4D “Young poet and seducer, I will now begin to teach you how I feel about the cock who fucks my lover.” Arlen removed the needle from Tariall‘s neck, and in a burst of fury fueled with KPX, lifted and flung the young man at the great steel doors. Lying on Arlen‘s sward of pile carpet, his frail body twisted and broken, Tariall looked up with soft eyes and a faint, wavering smile that infuriated Arlen further. “Indrio‘s not your lover, Arlen.” He winced; a trace of blood rose a the corner of his mouth. “Please treat her well. I loved her enough to die for her.” His mouth slackened, his eyes closed, his body jerked once and settled. Arlen fumed. How could Indrio have taken someone so weak? He smoothed the many vertical folds of his jumpsuit of rich, dark-blue furskin, raised one hand to inspect its thick fingers, and checked his long curved nails tinted a brown darker than his golden-umber skin. The nails were strong. Good. He called, “Resuss team to my center. Start him up again and take him to Progarnes.” A gray-coveralled crew of four burst in, hauled Tariall‘s body onto a panel, and jacked tubes and cables into the sides of his neck. A high humming signaled the entry of synthetic blood into Tariall‘s system, two breaks in the hum marked the restarting of his heart. The team carted the panel out through Arlen‘s great metal doors, off to the Analysis Chambers where Doctor Progarnes did his exacting work.