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The Master Race, Chapter 40



The Boy from Ipanema plays softly in the background …

Dame Chillingsworth and Sam are sunning themselves poolside. Jack is off in the distance consoling himself with Lady Glenda [who has been recently released from hospital]. Dwayne is doing laps in the pool. They’re at The Motel, the first edifice that God created. Sam undoes her bikini top and rolls onto her stomach.

“Would you mind doing my back?” Sam asks, handing the Dame a bottle of suntan lotion. The Dame likes it when they play this game—the game of two sexually normal girls sunbathing. Of course, Sam isn’t sexually normal and she enjoys burning in the sun and she equally enjoys seeing the Dame likewise burning.

“Of course not.”


“Who’d ever imagine that paring?” The Dame asks as she rubs the soothing lotion onto Sam and stares at the cooing couple.

“Opposites often attract. Not to mention the fact that Jack is a hopeless romantic and a Presbyterian realist. So, no, it’s not hard to imagine that he’d end up with someone who reminds him so much of his beloved, deceased wife. Now, without more ado, let’s have at it—that’s what you’ve been itching for.”

“You used me.”

“You used yourself. You let your emotions get the better of you. Then, in the light of day, after the dust had cleared, you thought better—skeptical—cool, detached, professional. The summation is the trial lawyer’s final and perhaps most devastating, weapon. It is a time to persuade and a time to inspire. It is the opportunity to ‘tie it all together’, and to engender among the jurors an emotional reaction to the case. A close case may be won or lost in summation. Although the courts permit attorneys wide latitude to determine the content of their summations, it is not blank check. In an effort to paint the appropriate picture, counsel must be extraordinarily careful not to cross certain lines which could result in reversal of a favorable verdict.”

“You’re not a trial lawyer and that wasn’t just some ‘ordinary’ case that was tried. It was ROE.”

“Same principle.”

“Then along those lines, whether it was true or not is NOT irrelevant. Since it was a summation in an adjudication of ROE, the truth matters. Your flippancy is a real sticking point with me.”

“You’ll get over it. My tongue will help you.”

“Besides the mind fuck part, how much else of your yarn in the queen’s boudoir was true?”

“Who’s to say any of it was false? I’ve yet to see any evidence presented in rebuttal. Then again, with spies involved, who’d believe ‘em if they did.”

“You’re dodging the issue at hand.”

“That’s your opinion. And … Technically, contrivance and innuendo are legit usages in a summation. Furthermore … I can hanky-panky all I want as long as I don’t tell a lie or get caught doing so in the process. I was well within my rights …”

“The post mortem, if you please.”

“Well, let’s start from the beginning.”


“One of their Confessors confessed me, confirming not only that I had been mind-fucked and by whom but also what the Federation had done to me—you’ll were able to experience what I had experienced, humans and inhumans alike, and it was unimpeachable. For painfully obvious reasons, i.e. the reveal at the police station, they [the Havenites] believed my accusation of coercion, but understandably with me [the accusatory] being supernatural, the accused being mortal, and them [the aggrieved] being mortal, I needed notarized corroboration for my story, and my confession provided that. The rest was easy.”

“We rekall, humans cannot, nor can they share in ours, and they would hardly take our word [since we’re supernaturals] for what had been done to you on the Enterprise. The Havenites’ Confessor allowed everybody concerned to see, hear, feel, etc, exactly what happened to you on that Federation starship. But, since you didn’t know what Bene Gesserits’ motives were, and this confession just like if it was your rekall was from your point of view, it’s pure conjecture as to what Bene Gesserits were trying to coerce you into doing. You gave a plausible explanation as to why they did what they did to you in your summation. Of course their superiors know what they were up to but cannot say without admitting their own involvement. Plausible deniability proved to be a double-edged sword for the accused.”

“I did get the strong impression that whatever they wanted me to do, once I did it, they were gonna do away with me.”

“The harnesses were a plant, weren’t they?”

“Who’s to say? Maybe they were and maybe they weren’t. A girl’s gotta have her secrets, doesn’t she? Besides, when did I ever have the time to fab them? Shit! Toy is a perfect alibi. It had me sequestered for how long?”

“But anyone could have concocted those things.”

“Precisely … They could be Bene Gesserit in origin. They could be from a High School xenomorph lab. They could be anyone’s and anything’s manufacture. And, yes, I could have made them myself. But, if so, when did I have the opportunity to do so?”

“Toy mentioned time displacement when you two returned. You could have done it then, during the dilation.”

“I was very forthcoming about the TD. But … the Havenites didn’t pursue that line of questioning any further, which was their choice.”

“Spy craft aside … So, you didn’t lie?”

“Look, you know that Lady Justice is blindfolded.”

“Go on. And … Be specific.”

“This means that sometimes, you have to hide the truth and act as if it doesn’t exist.”

“Again you get cute and avoid answering a direct question. ROE is not something to be sidestepped when it proves inconvenient.”

“Stop trying to bust my balls. What’s key is that in front of eyewitnesses, that include Havenite police officers Hawk and Fisher whose reputations are beyond reproach, a maid at the Hilton who herself was undercover secret police reported seeing Xi and myself as having a parasite hooked into our backs. Too bad [for the Federation] that the maid is dead and thus she cannot be confessed to produce a far more comprehensive first-person testimony—so we’re left with the third-person perspective of eyewitness accounts of what happened. Had she lived, her confession might have refuted my evidence which could have led to their [the Federation’s] exoneration. Of course that assumes that if she had survived the Havenites would have chosen to confess her.”

“But … she saw you two harnessed. Correction, what she said that she saw is compatible with you two being harnessed. It’s not conclusive testimony, since it could have also been a select number of other controlling paranormals, but there was nothing inconsistent with that theory and furthermore …”

“To reiterate, she’s dead, and only she and God knows what she saw, and the last time that I checked neither of them is talking. So, we’re left with eyewitness accounts—admittedly hearsay about what she said that she saw. In other words, who the fuck knows what she really saw? Maybe she was a borderline schizophrenic who forgot to take her meds that day, had a psychotic episode, and was balls to the wall hallucinating. What matters is that the harnesses matched the description of what she said that she saw hooked into our backs and erupting through our clothes, and it reeks of premeditation—both the fore and the latter serve to cement my summation’s credibility in the eyes of an audience that was inclined to be sympathetic to it from the word go. Remember: I never said that those things were ever hooked into our backs; I said that they looked like the things that the maid said were hooked into our backs.”

“By ROE, with the Havenites being the alleged aggrieved party, they had say over how the inquiry went. They had the right to have you confessed about any salient point in your summation, and they chose to only confess you about the details of your shipboard coercion. They just assumed that the harnesses were legit, instead of confessing you to confirm or deny that assumption, and the accused were helpless to appeal.”

“What’s so incomprehensible? It was in their [the Havenites’] best interest to make the confessional choices that they made, considering their predilection for the culpability of the principals involved. Maybe it was a subconscious choice. And maybe it wasn’t. Maybe even they don’t know. Did the Federation try to coerce me? Yes. What did they intend to use to remote me with, once I had been brainwashed? Or more to the point … Was it a harness as alleged?  The Havenites didn’t confess me for the answer to that question.”

“Lose that condescending tone in your voice, young lady. I’m hardly a neophyte in matters of state. I’m well aware that …”

“BORING … You’re thinking way too deep and way too much about this. Geez Louise, I don’t know that this was going to turn into a filibuster; if I had I would have never brought it up. Game over. Change the subject. I’ve indulged your whim about this enough.”

“Whim?! I’m your elder!!!”

“Yes … Whim … I didn’t stutter. And … Yes … I’m well aware of the fact that you’re my elder. There’s no need to remind me. You can punish me later for my impertinence. Maybe a spanking? I’d like that a lot. You’re so good at administering corporal punishment.”

The Dame knows that it’s utterly useless to engage in further discussion about the matter at hand. And, it’s just as pointless to try and stay mad at the girl. So, she just changes the subject.

“Geez Louise, this sun is brutal. I just can’t seem to assimilate it, and neither can you. We’re burning like Food out here. I’m starting to peel.”

“Don’t worry; I’ve got plenty of lotion. When you’ve finished with me, I’ll do you next. And, by the way, I need to correct you about something.”


“That’s not the sun.”

“Sure looks like it to me.”

“It’s God …”


The End