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Brie and Sookie
The winds scream like a cacophony of lost souls today, racing across the ocean’s surface with untamed ferocity. Both suns blaze in the sky, their relentless rays piercing through the air, a harsh glare that bites back with an icy chill carried on the gusts. Brie clutches the helm of her small craft, The Dual67, slicing through the waves like a silver arrow while Sookie sprawls lazily on the front deck, his eyes half-closed and blissfully unaware of the brewing storm around them.It’s not the worst day at sea for Brie; she knows better than to succumb to slumber like her brother. If she did, they might be tossed about like vermin caught in nature’s wrath.
The Dual67 measures just fifteen feet long, its narrow hull sleek and aerodynamic—crafted for speed over comfort. The cockpit sits centrally located, housing nothing but a steering wheel and a minimalist control panel adorned with flickering lights and faded symbols from years of use. A single chair is tucked into the floor—retracted for now—allowing Brie to stand as she navigates through choppy waters. Just seven feet ahead lies Sookie’s sunlit perch where he enjoys his nap under the unrelenting glare, unaware of their vessel’s rhythmic rise and fall.
Behind her stretches another seven feet—a stark reminder of their cramped quarters. The propeller churns beneath them effortlessly; its once-vibrant hum has faded into an echo against Telgo’s boundless seas. An iridescent electromagnetic barrier surrounds The Dual67, glimmering like a fragile shield against crashing waves and salty spray. Yet this gossamer veil offers scant protection; it would buckle under any serious pressure from above or below.As they glide over an endless expanse of blue with no land in sight, dodging towering swells that loom ominously overhead, Brie feels ensnared in a delicate bubble adrift on an infinite ocean rather than aboard a sturdy vessel meant for exploration. Though enthusiasts rave about its versatility and futuristic design, Brie scoffs at its shoddy construction—a painful reminder that beauty often conceals lurking flaws beneath its shiny exterior.
Her black hair bounces in a ponytail framing her light brown skin that glows under the sun’s warm presence. Deep brown eyes, brimming with determination, scan the distant horizon. Smooth, high cheekbones accentuate thin, pink lips dotted with freckles. Though of average height, she radiates an unwavering confidence that commands attention. Clad in a vibrant red shirt emblazoned with her business logo—a striking white spiral reminiscent of a tornado from above—she pairs it with fitted black pants tucked into sturdy, well-worn boots. Synthetic gloves grip tightly around her hands, ensuring she maintains control as she navigates the violent sea.
Sookie is a lofty dog. Around his neck, he wears an electronic collar with a light green digital face, reminiscent of an over sized wristwatch, glowing softly against his thick fur. He’s a robust and fluffy breed, designed by nature to thrive in frigid climates. His coat is a deep, rich brown, accentuated by seven distinct, medium-sized spots that add character and charm to his appearance. These spots are artfully scattered across his body—one graces his tail, two adorn his belly, another rests on his neck, and three are aligned on his broad chest.
Brie and Sookie are brother and sister. Brie is a meta-human, while Sookie is a meta-dog. How can that be? Two different species, yet they share the same blood? Back on Telgo in Sector 203, Brie’s father, Professor Mormus, traveled from one of the many moons to harness the power of the water on Telgo—just like many others did. The water is the source of all power and technology on Telgo; that’s too much to delve into right now.
Professor Mormus was a scientist, and of course, his experiments were frowned upon on his home moon, prompting him to leave for Telgo. His work involved transferring souls from one being to another. He experimented with animals and creatures but never attempted it on adavnced species like meta humans. With dogs, he found actual success because their souls seemed more willing to accept another presence; after all, a dog is a true companion—at least that was his theory.
Mormus met her mother, Gwendolin, who had also moved to Telgo from another moon to assist with agriculture. She was a scientist as well. Together, they discovered that plants possess souls and managed to transfer these souls from plants successfully. Their work gained attention and led them to establish a business allowing people to transfer their sick pets’ souls into plants so they could continue living on—a venture that flourished and funded further research.
Gwendolin became pregnant with Brie and Sookie. For their Meta Human species, twins were unheard of; this had never happened before. Mormus conducted extensive research into the very few rare reports of twins—most often resulting in maternal death during childbirth along with one twin’s demise as well. This drove Professor Mormus to intensify his efforts even more. Gwendolin urged him not to worry about her but instead focus on ensuring both children would survive; he refused to allow anything else. He wanted all three of them safe.
Mormus had only ever experimented with small creatures—the largest being meta-dogs—and though he had never attempted a sould transfer where the sould was going insde the dog only out of the dog, he felt confident it would work due to their inherent companionship; they would willingly share their bodies with someone else.
During childbirth, Gwendolin lost her life while Sookie was born gravely ill—doomed to live perhaps only a week at most. In that desperate moment, Professor Mormus successfully transferred Sookie’s soul into a puppy’s body so both souls could coexist together.
However, mere hours after Gwendolin’s death, Mormus discovered that even though her body lay lifeless, her soul lingered nearby—perhaps watching over her son for safety. He managed to transfer her essence into a plant—a resilient specimen destined for thousands of years of life ahead. This act was highly unethical and likely illegal.
This endeavor became Professor Mormus’s lifelong obsession as he continually sought ways to transfer Gwendolin’s soul into various bodies: both synthetic beings and living hosts alike. Eventually resorting to kidnapping individuals in hopes of implanting the plant-soul of Brie’s mother into living bodies proved fruitless; word spread quickly about his failures which tarnished his reputation.
The law from his home moon began pursuing him for arresting him when Brie and Sookie were just nine years old; their father abandoned them then in pursuit of resurrecting their mother while laying low from authorities. Ever since that day, they have been alone together in an unforgiving world.
How did they end up here in the middle of the vast oceans on Telgo? Brie and Sookie run an underground business for transferring data. It’s the simplest way to communicate—through speech. Of course, there are numerous messaging systems and computers on Telgo to connect with. Some sectors even have underwater delivery services that can transport small to medium-sized items across oceans. There are also some teleportation devices, but everything is monitored; nothing can be kept secure. You never know who is listening or watching.
That’s why Brie meets with clients at either a water port or a sky port, where they provide her with messages to deliver—often on paper or verbally. Her clients range from criminal syndicates and corporate whistleblowers to political dissidents, scientists, researchers, and common citizens—essentially anyone needing to send a secret message.
The fact that this is an underground operation suits Brie and Sookie perfectly because they do not want to be found by their father. Not that they think he is actively searching for them. Brie holds onto hope that one day she can save her mother from her father’s experiments and finally find peace as a plant for thousands of years, or allowing her soul to travel wherever it may go. Of course, there’s the fear that her father could track them using the brain implant he placed in her and the electronic communication collar he built for Sookie so he could stay connected with Brie. She has encrypted both pieces of tech herself to ensure their father cannot trace them. One can only hope she acquired the tinkering skills just like her father did.
After delivering a message to a sky port across an ocean, the flight motor went out on the Dual67, so now they are forced to travel by sea.
Suddenly!
A fierce gust of wind lifts The Dual67 several feet into the air! Brie grips the steering wheel as her slender form floats horizontally for just an instant as if gravity itself had taken leave. Wide-eyed Sookie shoots up before landing hard on his back with an indignant grunt as a can of fish tumbles off the counter to thump him squarely atop his head.The boat crashes down onto water! Gravity reclaims its hold.
The impact dislodges part of their barrier momentarily as water splashes inside and drenches Sookie while pooling across the cockpit floor. The jolt sends Brie sprawling backward onto her rear amid all that wet chaos—the wheel jerks violently leftward as if deciding whether to capsize them entirely.
In less than a heartbeat after hitting that slick floorboard, Brie digitizes a holographic steering wheel right before her eyes using her brain implant that is synced to her augmented synthetic gloves and struggles to steer them back on course while still laid flat—not easy when visibility vanishes behind waves cresting high above them! She attempts to rise but must cling desperately to that virtual wheel instead; legs alone aren’t enough support as she slips again—this time landing hard upon her right knee.
With each struggle comes uncertainty about whether she can drive effectively from this awkward position while Sookie watches nervously with wide dog eyes filled with concern.“Auto,” she mutters quickly yet calmly under breath. The Dual67 shifts into autopilot mode; suddenly steadying itself along its path allows Brie to lift herself off that soaked floor using hands and good knee despite grimacing against pain shooting through her leg.But then she glances up just in time—the sight steals her breath away: an enormous wave surges toward them—something she could have navigated around had only seen it coming sooner! Never trust auto mode on a Dual67… She could digitize control again thanks to her brain implant syncing perfectly—but only once every hour!
Panic surges within as she races toward that steering wheel before it’s too late—but fresh injury slows her agonizingly down as she slips again upon that slick deck landing squarely back onto that throbbing knee… Lifting her head she sees the sea. It’s too late…
Aerial views reveal vast blue oceans, where giant waves crash with thunderous roars. The sound is hypnotizing and mesmerizing, yet it carries a weight of darkness and despair. Only water stretches as far as the eye can see—an endless expanse devoid of anything else.