XX3
“Are you ok?” Rah asks me.
He looks over at
me. Rahmell stares at me as we ready to get off of the hovercraft.
My sisters are behind me. Nerves are in my stomach and I think he
realizes that. He stands tall and attractive, very attractive.
Rahmell has a brush in one hand and it's clear he's readying himself,
brushing the fade on his head. Little does he know his haircut is
already laid impeccably, with precise geometric precision. He's
dressed now in a fine gray suit, white shirt and black tie. His eyes
are incredibly bright as they stare into my soul.
“I'm fine,”
I respond.
“You sure buddy?” he asks me, “You
seem like something is a little off.”
Maybe it is the fact that Rahmell is referring to me as his 'buddy' while I was in love with him. I'd always been in love with him and me acting like I wasn't was lying to myself. The fact that my sister was also in love with him wasn't really making this any easier. The fact that he was planning on having her baby blew my mind.
“Just
nervous,” I tell him.
Rahmell throws his arms over me. His muscular bicep presses against me pulling me close restraining me. I watch from the sideeye as my sisters are walking up. They are about to open the doors and luckily they seem nervous enough not to worry about what's going on between Rahmell and I.
Rahmell lean's over
to me. He's so close that I can almost feel the hairs on his lips
press against the side of my cheek. He whispers, “Welcome to
Geneva Convention.”
A hologram pulls up as we leave the
ship. There is a welcome committee as the doors are opening. I see
a flashes of cameras as we arrive. Overhead I see a huge dome
building that trumpets over the city. The Convention building is
huge. All around us there are lights beaming down. I watch guards
flying around with jetpacks. There are robots circulating the
streets. The media is there as well.
“What is all this?” I ask.
“All the
ambassadors are arriving to represent different countries,”
Rahmell explains to me, “Ignore the media. Don't say anything
to them. They're all trying to get perspective on why everyone what
all the ambassadors are trying to get out of trading.”
That was good to know because honestly I didn't even know why my grandmother really sent me here. It was all so strange. She said that I was to rendesvous with someone here. Just then I see Rahmell walking away. He's being led off by a bunch of security.
“Wait...Rah
where are you going?”
Rah laughs as he looks back at me
with a bright smile, “I'm a host for the Convention. I have
some stuff I have to handle. Don't worry. Your assigned host will
come get you and I'll come visit you as soon as I can.”
Before
I can argue with him about this Rah is turned around and pulled away
by. It becomes increasingly clear that everything is busy with all
the hovercrafts coming down. The shining lights shine over the dome
like a concert. The flying vehicles are descending from every
direction. This is more than just a Convention. Flags from
different countries are being flown across on the descending
hovercrafts. This is like some sort of national battleground.
My sisters look at me and I look back at my sisters.
We each felt
like Dorothy.
And we weren't in Kansas anymore.
“Bitch if anything in my bag is missing I'll skin you,” Beryl tells our host.
I believe her. Our host is one of the bright District ladies with the white teeth and white dresses. Beryl wipes her bright smile and stops her from waving at us as though she's on drugs. She is a heavy set lady with red cheeks. She's plump and Beryl is referring to the fact that our suitcases were taken before we walked into the building. There is chaos all around us. Diplomats are being escorted to their rooms. Holograms are populating as we walk letting us know the history of Geneva Convention.
“It's just
security procedure that we take your bags ma'am,” the hostess
tells us, “My name is Gladys and if you have any questions let
us know.”
“We need our room,” Beryl explains.
The other two sisters who always follow Beryl stay close to her. The stingers are traveling in a pack like lionesses in unfamiliar territory.
“This
place is huge,” Opal notices.
“We aren't here for sightseeing. We are here for business,” Beryl barks at her. The other stingers give Opal a look that makes me feel a little bad for her. They still haven't gotten over her turning on them back home. They still didn't trust her and they weren't going to just try to get a long with her for this trip. A part of me knew Opal was a bitch but I'd felt the sting of the stingers at one point in my life as well. It was no fun.
“We can
still appreciate this. It looks like we stepped into a time machine.
I mean look at the sliding walls,” I notice.
The walls are
transforming. It was like all the walls on the main floor of the
convention were transforming into futuristic billboards. Many of the
billboards were political billboards. Women's rights, Semen
investment, education and other political ideas from opposing
political parties.
The stingers look at the advertisements like cavemen discovering fire.
“District deceit.”
Out of all my
sisters Opal seems to feel the most at home. The other girls seem
uncomfortable. They are out of their natural swampland. This isn't
what they are used to. This isn't what I'm used to either but I find
myself interested like Opal. I find myself looking around at the
building as we walk past individuals and feel this sense of
overwhelming businesses. There are men here. It seems like most of
the countries sent men. I'd never seen so many men in my life.
Gladys attempts to
force a smile on her face despite Beryl's threats as she walks us
through the hallway, “The convention building is 3 floors. The
meeting rooms, cafeteria and auditorium are all on the main floor.
The 2nd floor has bars and other recreational activities.
The 3rd floor are the ambassador suites where you'll be
staying. If you step the right you'll see the rainbow bridge. If
you enter the tube it'll take you up to the 3rd
floor.”
“I'm not getting on that,” Beryl
states.
The rainbow bridge
is a tube of light. There are other people in front of us. I watch
to see how one at a time people walk into the bridge there is a flash
of light and they are lifted almost as though by magic. They
disappear in through the tube into the upper floors until we can't
see them any longer.
Opal looks at Beryl.
“Is this going to take all day? Some of us have things to do,” a boy says behind us.
The boy is dressed in red. The boys with him are all dressed in red as well. I find myself getting embarrassed especially when I realize how attractive this guy is. All the men around him are as well. They are all men of different races and back grounds but they all have sleek slender faces. Their eyes cross at that moment watching us as thought they are annoyed. My face gets as red as their clothing. The boy who seems to be in charge is staring hard.
He is about 6'3”.
He has brown skin, black eyes and nice teeth. He has good hair
short and slick and has a full beard. He might be in his mid 20s or
maybe even early 30s. He's well built, toned and has a menacing
glare on his face that is irrestibly sexy as well.
“You'll
wait,” Beryl tells him.
“I've been
waiting...” the man states, “I know you people are
scared of everything.”
“You people?” Beryl
asks him.
“You
know...women.”
Fuck.
I look at this man wondering if he just wants to get that beautiful face of his fucked up. Big mistake. I watch as Beryl launches for him. She runs across the room with her fist. Beryl is a bigger woman. She's 6'0” with solid hands and I've had her hit me before. It's nothing sweet. Somehow I manage to block her! Screaming at her to calm down. I'm not shocked when Pearl follows up attempting to get at the man.
The beautiful man puts his hands up to block but luckily Opal gets to Pearl, literally tackling her to the ground and pinning her with all her strength.
That's when we
see it. It comes from no where.
Ruby.
Ruby comes out of no where and delivers a solid kick to the man's abdomen! The man falls to the ground and almost immediately a fight breaks out. The men go after Ruby and all I can see is a whip of hair as Ruby shows them exactly what Amazons are made out of.
Her bright light
brown hair flashes and a scream as one of the men attacking her takes
a knee to the gut. T he other man is flipped over Ruby's shoulder.
Two men come at Ruby and Ruby body slams them both like some sort of
professional wrestler before they can even lay a hand on her pretty
face.
“STOP!” I'm screaming.
It's useless.
Beryl is loose. Pearl is loose right after her. Opal and I aren't
able to maintain order. Within a matter of seconds the men are on
the ground being pounded into oblivion by fucking heels.
People are gathering around us at that moment. There are the uppity delegates clutching their pearls and gasping at the savage women beating the FUCK out of these men in the middle of the hallway.
Guards come. It
takes several to hold back the Stingers back. Gladys our host has
broken out into tears. They don't seem like they are used to this
kind of violence. Beryl and the stingers screaming out all types of
threats that I've never heard in my life. I didn't know it was
possible to kill someone with all of the crazy suggestions coming out
of their mouths at that moment.
“Do you
know who the fuck I am?” the handsome man asks.
Someone is
approaching us, “Ambassador Shaddius of the Carolinas.”
A woman walks over.
She is beautiful but older. She's a tall white woman with ginger
hair that is tied up into a bun. She wears a tight gown that
pronounces her slim waist line. She reminds of an actress from the
past Nicole Kidman. In fact for a minute I think it's Nicole Kidman
and immediately I get excited until she opens her mouth and her
accent is a strong New England accent.
“I demand these
SAVAGE FEMALES get arrested...” Ambassador Shaddius
states.
“Savages?”
I ask approaching.
Shaddius looks at me. I don't think the others really paid much attention to me. I was the only boy among a gang of crazy women who were still finding it hard to be managed.
“Let's all calm down,” the strange women states, “My name is Anastasia Tailor.”
My mouth drops a little bit. This is the woman that my mother told me I needed to meet. What was she doing here? As soon as Shaddius and his entourage hear Anastasia's name they back down. They seem to calm down almost immediately.
“First
lady...” Shaddius states, “I apologize for the
inconvenience.”
First lady?
Anastasia smiles at
that moment, “Tensions are high. Ambassador Shaddius, why
don't we just all calm down and forget this ever happened.”
The
handsome Ambassador looks at my wild sisters. He looks at me. He
nods at that moment. I can tell he's still pissed but for some
reason the name of Anastasia Tailor has brought the fear of God in
his eyes. I watch as him and his men walk past at that moment. The
last man has a Carolina flag in his hand. I can recognize the
Carolina flag anywhere.
The people of
Carolina were our closest neighbors and our biggest enemies. I'm
surprised I didn't recognize the Carolina red sooner.
I watch as Anastasia pulls me in and whispers something in my ear in passing.
It's strange.
All she says is “Midnight.”
“Is this how
we are going to act?” Opal is screaming at the top of the lungs
once we get to our rooms, “Did you see how people were looking
at us! Like we are some wild animals! This is unreasonable. Gem!
Say something to them! GEM!”
I was probably as mad as
Opal but when we get to the room things have changed. The suite
is...beautiful. There is a common area in the Ambassador suites. My
mouth drops open as I walk around the room and I can hardly pay
attention to Opal.
The room looks like something straight out of one of the Sci-Fi movies that Rahmell and I used to watch back when we were kids. The walls in the room are changing. One wall looks like a beautiful garden. The other wall looks like a tall mountain. The furthest wall in the common area reminds me of home. The dark swamp lands with dangerous gators lurking around.
“Don't touch them!” I hear Ruby screaming at me.
She's referring
to the fact that I'm walking up to the wall at that moment. It's
annoying to see how primitive my sisters are.
“It's not real,” I find myself saying looking at the moving walls.
Beryl shakes her
head, “I don't like this. I don't like this place at all. And
the Carolinians are here. We need weapons.”
“We
need YOU to act civilized,” Opal screams back at my sister.
Opal starts arguing with the Stingers but I don't really care too much about that at this moment. I'm walking around the Ambassador suites. The living area is ridiculous. There is a television that slides down on a projector. There is a hologram of a woman who welcomes us into our living. She is one of those well mannered women like Gladys.
After looking at
the living room I realize there is a kitchen. All you have to do is
type out the kind of food you would like and it magically appears in
their box. I'm shocked at it. As I move to the bedrooms I realize
there are multiple ones. There are enough for me and all my sisters.
The blanks are self-warming and the pillows fluff themselves. There
is a tiny robot who is flying around the room cleaning up as I walk
in.
I am blown away by everything around me.
And instead of dealing with my sisters I find myself using the next couple of hours just exploring everything.
Hours later I am dragged out of my room by Opal who needs some back up with my sisters. It's still going on. The Stingers don't back down from an argument. I knew this firsthand when they used to argue with Diamond all the time. This was no different. Opal was smarter than they were and if I didn't break this up now she'd end up getting jumped by them once they realized they probably couldn't outsmart her.
“Gem---you're
the ambassador here,” Opal explains, “You need to explain
to them that we will get kicked out of this place if we use violence.
We haven't even been here a day yet and we've already gotten
physical.”
“Opal you need to loosen up your bra
straps,” Beryl argues with her.
“Well
maybe the three of you need to wear Bras. Real ones at least.
Or wear more clothing. You're walking around here basically naked.
People are staring.”
“Opal has a point. You guys
need to wear more clothing,” I explain to them.
My sisters are used to the New Florida weather. They are scantily clad. Ruby has on a short skirt and knowing her nothing underneath them. Pearl has on some booty shorts. Beryl did have some jeans on but the fucking girl had on this bondage corset thing that just screamed dominatrix. Back home this wasn't uncommon but here the women seemed to wear a lot of clothes.
“You would
agree with her,” Beryl explains and whispers, “Just like
a man...”
I'm know what Beryl is referring to. When you
grow up with all women it wasn't uncommon that they'd blame
everything I did on the fact that I was am an. Being a man was so
strange and uncommon in New Florida. There were millions of women
living in the country and only a handful of men.
“The
Carolinians are our enemies. We need to stay clear of them until I
know why Grandmother sent me here.”
The girls all seem
to snap into reality at that moment. We were here for a reason. I
knew more than they did about it.
“What did
Grandmother tell you?” Opal asks me.
“We have
to rendesvous with that woman.”
“The first
lady?” Opal asks, “She is the wife of District President
Tailor. She is the most powerful woman in this country.”
It
makes sense now looking back to think about how Ambassador Shaddius
calmed his ass down when she came around. She commanded respect.
She didn't have be forceful like the Stingers to do it either. There
was just something about her that made me think people knew who she
was and they respected her.
“She's still not as powerful as her husband...him being a man and all,” Beryl points out.
Opal shakes her head, “I don't trust her. Why are we here? Why didn't grandmother tell us exactly what the plan is?”
She does make a point. At that moment I'm glad I brought Opal. It's on all of our minds. My grandmother is being very secretive. For years the Amazons have not participated in the Geneva Convention. We don't even know why we're here. All we know is that my Grandmother had a plan and she was planning to get more men. How she was going to go about doing that I didn't now.
We are interrupted by a knock on the door at that moment. Opal looks at me and I look at Opal. Opal goes to get it while the rest of my sisters go to check out their rooms.
Seconds later
Opal returns.
“It's
Rahmell,” Opal explains, “He asking if you wanted to go
out for drinks with him.”
“Drinks.”
Opal
raises her eyebrows, “Drinks. You can't leave right now. We
need to figure out what we're supposed to be doing here.”
“I
think I have a time to meet with the first lady,” I explain,
“I'll be back before then.”
Opal leans in, “What
about them?”
She's talking about the Stingers.
They are already out of control and I know it. As I'm glad Opal came
on this trip I am beginning to regret the fact that Grandmother told
the Stingers to come along. They are aggressive to say the least and
uncontrollable to the point that I don't know what they are going to
do next.
“Watch them,” I explain to her.
Opal nods, “I'll do my best. How about you watch Rahmell. Be careful out there. This isn't home Gem.”
“How do you like it so far?” Rahmell asks me.
We've gone down the rainbow elevator. The flashing lights still leads me dizzy when we get to the floor that we are supposed to be on. The walls are changing. A theme at the Geneva Convention seemed to be lights. There are an excessive amount of lights everywhere. It makes me miss the natural lighting of New Florida. We may not have had the technology that the District had but we were happy.
“I feel a
little...out of place,” I explain, “My sisters got into a
fight within a matter of minutes. I am not sure why the fuck I'm
here. And I'm pretty sure my country's enemies are plotting to kill
me right now. Besides that...I'm fine.”
He laughs at
that moment, “That's exactly why I pulled you away. I came to
save you from all that estrogen. You need to be around some men for
once.”
“Men? I thought it was going to be just me
and you...”
He laughs, “Relax. I'm just
introducing you to a few Ambassador friends I made.”
My
stomach is turning a little bit. I don't want to meet anyone. I
don't trust people here. New Florida was so different from the
places that these people came from.
“Melly I dunno
about this...”
“You'll be fine. You guys can't
always isolate yourself from everyone. Not here. The Geneva
Convention is about trading and making peace with other countries.
This is why you're here...remember?”
Rahmell gives me a
smile. It's one of those famous smiles that he has that makes me
feel a little bit more comfortable. He puts his arm around me like
he usually does and pulls me close. There is something so calming
about the way he does it.
Little does he
know the reason I'm really here is a mystery to me.
We walk into something that looks like a bar but its not like the bars in New Florida. The bars in new Florida were saloons that Amazon women used to wrestle and beat each other's asses in. This bar seemed a lot more civilized. It's more like a lounge. There are swanky couches that line up the walls. There are contraptions on the tables that refill the drinks for you automatically without you having to order from a bartender.
Everyone seems
so...
Peaceful.
There is no big breasted chick threatening another girl. There are no girls killing each other because someone looked at the other one wrong. This is different. And more than anything...there are men here.
“Hey guys. I wanted you all to meet my best friend Gem,” Rahmell states.
I stand there and see the guys around the table. My eyes immediately get wide when I realize who one of them is. Shaddius! Shaddius of the Carolinians is here. He gives me a strong look.
“Rah---I---um...”
I'm looking for any excuse to run away from here but my mind
goes blank. I'm just standing there looking stupid when Rahmell is
smiling and beginning to introduce me.
Rahmell nods, “This
is Quincy from Last Vegas, Karington from the Midwest and Shaddius
from the Carolinas.”
I've never seen so many handsome
men before. I think Quincy raises his hand to speak to me at that
moment but I'm a little shocked and afraid. I don't know whether to
shake his hand or sniff it for poison. I don't trust men. I've
never really been around them.
“Cat go your tongue,” Quincy asks me.
Quincy is a light skin black boy that is about Rahmells complexion. He's not as attractive as Rahmell, at least not to me. He has a baby face and looks like Rahmell did back in the day before he really became a man and grew into his looks. Karington is a lot more attractive. He's a white boy with blonde hair that looks like he could be a movie star or something. Regardless of how awkward I'm being with the two boys they smile at me.
Shaddius is another story. He's looking at me like I'm some sort of disease.
“Cat may actually have his tongue. He has been around some unruly pussy,” Shaddius states at that moment.
“You two
know each other?” Karington asks.
Shaddius and I look at each other. There is a tension so hard that you can cut it with a knife.
“Our countries
have been at war for a while,” Shaddius explains, “Don't
worry. Gem's country waved the white flag.”
He smiles at that moment. The other boys look at each other as there is a clear tension that fills the fucking room. It is getting super fucking awkward at that moment.
Rahmell clearly
wants to change the subject, “What do you want to drink Gem?
Anything you order can be made.”
“You guys have
moonshine?” I ask.
Laughter breaks out at that moment. Shaddius and the other two boys are cracking up. Rahmell even has a smile on his face at that moment. I'm confused. Moonshine was the drink of choice in New Florida. I needed something strong if I was going to deal with a representative from my country sitting across the table from me.
“Actually in
the district we kind of drink other things,” Rahmell tells me
before patting me on the back, “I should have explained
that.”
“What kind of drinks I ask?”
I
hear Shaddius almost spit underneath his breath, “Civilized
drinks...”
I glare at him and struggle to hold my tongue. He's taking shots at me. It's clear he's trying to get at the fact that I'm uncivilized. The others don't seem to notice it but they didn't see him coming for my sisters earlier today.
I struggle to maintain myself at that moment.
“Melly. You can order anything that you think is good,” I tell him hoping to just ease things over and keep the peace here.
Melly orders me a drink. It's in some fancy ass glass. I'm not used to it. Alcohol like this didn't exist back home. The alcohol is more sweet then strong. It's strange to me. These were men and rare men at that. The women back home drank way harder drinks. It's almost as though the women back home were more masculine then the men here. It's almost like they traded places.
I guess I shouldn't be the one to talk. All my Stinger sisters could probably beat my ass in a one on one fight.
“It's good.
Fruity.”
“So this is your first time to the
convention. I've never met a New Florida Ambassador,”
Karington says.
“My country
tends to stay out of the politics,” I say smiling back at the
boys.
They seem curious about me. I can see the way they are all looking at me. It makes sense. We never participated in the Geneva Convention before. Why now were we all of a sudden here? I didn't know it and I wondered if they could read my face to realize that I'm just as confused on why I'm here as they are.
Quincy shakes his
head, “Really? How do you guys trade then?”
Shaddius
looks over at Quincy, “They don't trade. New Florida sticks to
themselves. All they do is fight and breed men hating women. Isn't
that right Gem? Look at your name. It's even feminine as
fuck...”
“Ok Shaddius that's enough,”
Rahmell states, “You promised me that you would be nice if I
brought him down here.”
“Yeah.
We're here to make peace Shad,” Quincy states patting him on
the back.
The way they are all talking makes me think they've been friends for quite a while. I have to admit that I'm a little bit jealous to see that Rahmell has other friends. It bothers me even more that one of his friends came from a country who was an enemy to New Florida.
Shaddius shrugs,
“I'm telling the truth. I mean everyone knows they are
primitive. Correct me if I'm lying. I heard they don't even have
electricity in New Florida.”
He's taking digs and I have
to say that it hurts. I'm proud of where I come from. He's right
that electricity when in and out often. He's right that New Florida
was probably struggling more than everyone else. We had a civil war
going on with Feminists attacking us. Then the Carolinians didn't
make it any better always threatening to invade us.
Rahmell looks at Shaddius, “Yo...Shaddius we've been friends for years but this here is my best friend. If you can't be cool with him you might just have to leave.”
“Wow Rah...really?” Shaddius asks.
“It's ok,”
I tell Rahmell, “I'll leave.”
Rahmell grabs me and
keeps me at the table, “No. I haven't been around you in
years. I don't want you to leave.”
Shaddius laughs at
that moment, “It's ok Rah. You know he's an Amazon princess.
He might need to go put a tampon in.”
That's it.
I
don't know what comes over me but swing off on Shaddius. I hit him
dead in his face. I don't know what comes over me. My fist just
slams into the side of his face. I feel like I just pulled something
Beryl would have done when I jump across the table.
It takes
Karington and Quincy to get me off of Shaddius as I start pummeling
into him with wild fists.
“GEM CALM DOWN!” Rahmell screams at me.
Rahmell's voice seems to pull me back into reality. I realize that people are looking at me. I'm not in New Florida anymore. New Florida I would have been met by cheers and laughter. This was different. People were looking at me like I was some sort of wild animal.
Quincy looks over at
me, “Oh my god. Look what he did to Shad?”
Shaddius
is bleeding from his nose. He's on the floor. He just is looking at
me scared as though he had no idea that I was going to do that to
him. This guy is looking up at me like I'm some sort of victim.
“I'll make sure to let the Carolinian President know their ambassador attacked me,” Shaddius states staring at the blood on his hand as though he is the victim in this situation.
My face is red.
I'm realizing that I lost control. I acted uncivilized...just like my sisters.
Karington stares at Rahmell, “Get that...thing...out of here.”
He's referring to me as a thing. It's almost like I'm not even human. Rahmell is looking around. I think he's looking to see if anyone called some officers or something like that. Luckily we are clear for now but Rahmell doesn't look happy when he grabs my hand and aggressively pulls me out of the bar.
Rahmell isn't talking to me as he escorts me back to my room like a child. The look on his face says it all. Here is this guy that I'm in love with and he's looking at me like I'm some sort of animal. I just feel sick to my stomach. I just feel like I let my whole entire country down.
This was just the first fucking day and chaos had broken out twice.
“Rah---say something,” I tell him.
“Say something? How about you say something. How about you open your fucking mouth and say something next time instead of hauling off an attacking someone like some sort of animal?” Rahmell explains.
It hurts. The
other people looking at me and seeing an animal was one thing but
Rahmell thinking the same thing was something completely different.
We have walked to my room. The other ambassadors ware walking around
the Geneva Convention peacefully. It's almost as though everything
here is so happy. So fake. Everything is so fucking peacful.
But me.
“Listen I'm
sorry,” I explain at that moment, “I just lost control.
He provoked me.”
Rahmell shakes his head, “Sorry
isn't good enough. You are so...”
He hesitates.
Rahmell looks to the ground. His hazel eyes search the ground
probably wanting to let something off his chest but not wanting to
sound so harsh. I can tell he cares but right now it seems like it's
difficult for him to even look at me.
I glare at him, “Say
it.”
“Primitive,” he responds, “You
don't belong here, Gem. You or your sisters.”
It's
clear now that Shaddius must have told him what happened with my
sisters earlier. After all they were 'friends'. He was clearly
taking up for Shaddius and leaving me out in the dust right now.
That shit hurt to. I never thought Rahmell of all people would be
taking someone else's side and looking at me like I was some
stranger.
At this moment I was a stranger to Rahmell. I was someone that he didn't recognize. He had become this handsome, well spoken, civilized, educated person and I was just an animal as far as he was concerned.
“Is that how you really feel?” I ask him.
Rahmell nods
silently, “Maybe...you guys should leave. I'm not sure what
you're doing here. But after today it's clear. You don't belong
here.”
“Rah...”
The shit hurts.
Anyone else it wouldn't have mattered but right now I'm on the brink
of fucking tears. The disappointment in Rahmell's face makes him
seem like he is almost disgusted by me.
“Goodbye
Gem.”
With that Rahmell walks away, not looking back to
see if I was
ok.”
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“We're leaving,” I say at that moment walking into the common area.
Fuck the technology. Fuck the moving walls. Fuck the magic fridge or the flying cleaning robots. Fuck the District and them thinking they were so much further advanced than I was. I couldn't be around here anymore.
My sisters look
at me.
It's Opal is
approaches me and crosses her arm, “What the fuck
happened?”
Beryl shakes her head, “I told you. I
told you so. These men. They aren't like us. We can't relate to
men...”
Beryl is saying it as though I wasn't a man.
Maybe she was right. My grandmother had sent me here as the
Ambassador only because she didn't have any other options. Men were
respected and I was the only one born with a dick that could come.
She sent me by default. I was more female than male. I always had
been more female than male.
And not only was I more female. I was an unruly, uncivilized, aggressive Amazon.
“Pack your
bags.”
Opal stops me, “We have company Gem.”
I
stop in my tracks. I turn to the wall and realize that I'm not alone
in the common room with just my sisters. I was so angry that I
didn't even recognize that Anastasia Tailor is standing there. She
is leaning up against the wall. My sisters circle her.
“Are you just going to abandon us? You are our ambassador,” Anastasia states.
“Our?”
I ask confused.
Opal looks over at me, “Anastasia just let us know that she's an Amazon. She was sent here years ago by Grandmother as a spy.”
I'm confused. My grandmother had spies in the District. Not only did my Grandmother have spies but she also had a spy that just so happened to be the FIRST LADY of the District.
“You an
Amazon?”
“Our time is coming,” Anastasia
states, “I understand you are frustrated with the people. I've
been as frustrated. But we can't return to New Florida empty
handed.”
Looking at Anastasia I am blown away that she
is an Amazon. She is well spoken. She is dressed appropriately not
showing off too much skin like my sisters. She is a classy woman who
looks like she never been in a fight in her life. For a minute I
envy her. She was able to get out of New Florida and come here and
make a life for herself.
Why the fuck
would she still be loyal to New Florida?
“What does my
grandmother want?” I ask, “Why are we here
Anastasia?”
Anastasia smiles.
“Your
grandmother wants sperm. She wants to make a deal that will put New
Florida back on the map. One deal that will improve the life of our
country. I'm talking about electricity. I'm talking about
technology. One deal that will advance us and more civilized. We'll
finally be a real power.”
Technology.
I'm thinking about
Rahmell. I'm thinking about how he looked at me. He thought I was
so uncivilized. I would give everything to have the technology back
home that the District had. I would give anything to have Rahmell
look at me and my people and feel like we were his equal.
Opal
looks at me and I look at Opal. We are on the same page.
I
couldn't leave.
I had to stay. I had to work on this deal.
“What's
the deal?” I ask.
“There is a country who has a programmer. This programmer. This programmer is called the Hacker. We need the Hacker. He'll be able to design technology that we need to step into the New Age. Isn't that what we all want. Just a chance to be respected?” Anastasia asks me.
I look at
Anastasia. It's still strange that she cares so much. She's been
living as the First Lady for the most advanced country in what used
to the be the United States. She should have been happy.
She must have
been a real patron to care about what was happening back in New
Florida huh?
It doesn't matter. I was doing this for me.
I
was doing this to show Rahmell. I'm not an animal.
“I'll get
the deal done. Who do I have to make the deal with?”
Anastasia
crosses her arm, “That's the problem. The country that has the
programmer has an ambassador here. His name is Ambassador
Shaddius...of the Carolinas.”
My sisters and I look at
each other.
Fuck.
It would be the guy that we spent all day attacking.
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