A new entry in The Omicron Matter – At Tau Ceti Station. Rachael Weiz has received her translator and is now waiting for the others to finish theirs. She is in the front room of the doctor’s office. She can now understand everything around her. Despite the strange appearances of people, the conversations all seem very familiar. Then she encounters a young boy and starts her own conversation.
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As a kid I found doctor’s offices imposing. I suppose it was not unlike my pets who hate the vet’s office…nothing good ever happens there. I also find kids remarkably curious if allowed. They ask the things we wish we could.
I am almost finished typing the next chapter. Which is a good thing because this chapter is nearly done. Unfortunately, that means I need to start writing the chapter after that.
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Rachael-Waiting for Others
There was an itch at the back of Rachael’s skull that defied scratching. Her hair remained intact by some miracle. But then the whole operation and outcome were a miracle. The tower of Babel was restored – a simultaneous translator to allow her to hear and understand all. People were now comprehensible. The receptionist was discussing payment with a man who looked like the prickly customs agent. The screen was showing some entertainment show involving people like the doctor and receptionist. Even the magazines seemed to be readable and that made little sense to her.
John and Felicity were resting in lounge chairs as they waited for the rest of the group to finish. Rachael was bored and moved over to observe the screen with the entertainment. A small being came over and pointed to her chair and asked, “Why are you riding in a chair?” Rachael closed her eyes and sighed. It did not matter if the child looked like her or looked like a hairy barrel, they all asked the same question. A being designated as female and seemed to be a mother hushed the child by saying, “Don’t bother the human.”
Rachael opened her eyes and looked to the large mother. She was about the same height as a human, but cylindrical with no obvious body curves. Clothing covered her body, but there was every indication that she was covered with hair. Rachael looked at the being in front of her that was a stubby version of the mother and holding a doll that matched its features. Rachael answered, “I fell rather badly. Afterwards, my legs stopped working.”
The large young eyes suddenly got bigger and said, “The doctor could not fix you?” The mother called out, “Gza’ah, hush…leave the human be.”
Rachael put a hand up that she hoped was recognized as a calming gesture and said, “I wasn’t near a doctor that could help me.” Rachael pursed her lips as the child stared at her. She said, “I suppose it could be worse. I move a lot faster than my friends now.” She leaned in and whispered .“ And if I get tired people push me around.” The suit designated the child as male – a young boy. The arm holding the doll was bandaged. She asked, “Why are you at the doctor?”
The boy squeaked and jumped back to his mother who held him protectively while glaring at Rachael. Rachael felt confused and pulled up information about the beings. The cylindrical bodies were Menanggung. In general they are very protective of children and distrustful of strangers. Except the children thought Rachael. They also were partial to sweets. Rachael rummaged through a side pocket and found a hard candy. She looked at the protective mother and then got out three. She looked at the boy and said, “Watch this!” She pressed a button and the arm of her chair changed to a table. The boy stared and the frightened look switched to curiosity. She said, “You would be surprised how few tables fit my chair.” She laid out three candies and said, “I have come a long way for a human. They aren’t much, but join me in a candy?” She unwrapped one and stuck it in her mouth and made “mmm” sounds she hoped translated right.
The mother picked up one up and unwrapped it with stubby fingers. She sniffed it and wrinkled her nose. Then she licked it and her eyes got wide. She handed it to the boy who licked it himself and then his eyes got wide as he tasted it. The mother bowed a little to Rachael. Rachael held up the third candy to the mother and said, “For you? Or for a brave boy after a visit to the doctor.”
The mother took the candy and said, “Thank you…” Rachael nodded in return and turned her chair to join John and Felicity. Behind her she heard, “I hurt my arm. The doctor is supposed to fix it.”
Rachael turned her chair and said, “Then you are really brave because I did not know your arm was hurt.” The boy got a bit braver and showed her the bandage which had blood showing through. Rachael whistled and said, “I’ll bet there is a story for that.”
The boy then began to explain. The mother looked distressed as he gave the details of a remarkably familiar incident involving horseplay and sharp edges. Rachael nodded and smiled briefly at the mother to let her know it was ok and returned her attention to the boy who had moved from the incident to explaining something about his doll.
Liam, Jason and Michael came out followed by Millicent. The receptionist called out “Gza’ah”.
The mother came over and said, “That is us…thank you…for distracting him. He was very nervous.”
Rachael said, “He was no bother. And I need to learn how to meet …people.” She nodded over to the gathering group and said, “and I had to wait for my friends.”
The mother bowed again and the boy waggled his hands which Rachael’s suit said was a wave of friendship. He whispered loudly, “They are not nearly as scary as the stories.” The mother hushed him again as they walked into a room.
 Genesis 11:5,6. “And the Lord said, ‘Behold, they are all one people, and they all have one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do; and nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them.”