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Freya
Anar, Yavar 14, 0339
"You're really going to go to this?" P'nyssa asked, the shock in her
voice as apparent and as painful as my decisions.

"Yes," I snarled back at her. "I'm going."

"Ken," she said, softly, walking up behind me, her mitt on my shoulder,
"It's just going to tear you up inside. Please don't."

"Nyss," I said, trying hard to contain my anger, waiting for it to
dissipate like it always does, "I have to. Maybe... maybe I can talk her
out of it. I mean, she called me yesterday to tell me. Why didn't anyone
else tell me? Goddammit, Nyss, it's not fucking fair!" I leaned against
the dresser ledge, supporting myself by my arms; nor for the first time
I felt like I was going to cry.

"They are your rules," she said.

"Just because they're fair doesn't mean I have to fucking like them,
does it? Or is that too much to conceive of? Are all my rules, are all
the rules the universe puts before us fair? Can't win, can't break even,
can't get out of the goddamned game. *That's* what's not fair, P'nyssa.
I don't like that. I fight it with everything I've got- that's what life
is for." I sighed, wiped a tear from my eye.

"Some people are not that strong."

"But not Freya, you don't understand. Freya is one of the strongest,
most self-determined people I've ever met. I can't believe she's opting
out."

"Then don't go. This is going to sound callous, but you haven't seen her
for nearly thirty years... let that time go to tomorrow, then just keep
extending it. It's not... it's not that hard."

"Is that how you handle it?"

"Sometimes," she send gently. Her mitt slid up along my throat, gently
caressing me the way she knows will soothe me. "Sometimes."

"I have to go," I said, turning to face her. Looking at her, at the hurt
visible in her solid, yellow eyes, in her blue-furred face, I wondered
how I would react to her tomorrow. After I watched Freya die.

            *            *            *

I arrived on the SDisk at 15:20 just as scheduled. There were a few
friends there, mingling about; the room was small and decorated in
white. Gentle music played from gravspeakers arranged in the corners.
And there was Freya, standing in the middle of it all, looking composed
if a little tired.

I avoided her, but instead wandered over to the table with the
champagne, drinking down two glasses in quick succession before carrying
my third with me.

I nursed it slowly; my stomach doesn't like alcohol, and in it's opinion
I'd just dumped far too much down there. It wasn't my night. I waited
for my stomach to settle, for the hours to grind slowly by, for the
night to just be over.

And my inebriation helped, a little, to dull the pain, but increase the
sadness, of tonight. There was a little celebration going on, some
people toasting to Freya's past and her hopefully interesting future. As
if she had a future.

I was gritting my teeth. I wanted to be drunk, drunker than possible, to
be so out of my mind I would be useless for a day, a week, a month, a
year.

"Ken," the voice behind me registered just as I had resolved to make my
way back to the table and something stronger than my ninth glass of
champagne. I looked around; the party was winding down already. How much
time had gone by? I'd lost track; there were only a few people here.

"Hello, Freya," I said, making no effort to hide my anger or my sadness.
"I must be going."

"Please stay," she said. "There isn't much left to say between us, but I
want to say it."

"Freya, it was a mistake for me to come here. I'd like to leave."

"And I'd like you to stay." I looked into her human face, the
barely-apparent ruffs of orange fur along her jawbone and trailing down
her throat.

I bit my lip and said, "Okay, I'll stay. For now."

"It's not going to be a long time anyway."

"And I refuse to hate you for it; hating the dead does the living no
good."

"Come on," she said, holding out her hand. I took it; it was warm and
comfortable, just the way it had always been. She led me through the
doors back into a hallway, then into another room. "I reserved this
room; I've already given my house away. Besides, Cutters will know what
to do with me in the morning."

"Freya..."

"You can't talk me out of it."

"Can you blame an old man for trying?" I asked, gently. "Especially a
father?"

"I thought you hated that word."

I tried to force a smile. "Not when using it's to my advantage."

She shook her head quietly, sitting down on the bed.

I sat down next to her, feeling the tightness in my chest, the sadness.
"Dammit, Freya, why are you killing yourself?"

She shrugged. "Because I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing."

"What about your children? What about... Oh, Hell, Freya, there's a
million things you could be doing."

"Instead of dying?"

"Instead of dying. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to," she said. "You... you look at life and say 'Well, I
haven't done this, or I haven't done that,' and I can't say that. I look
at all these things and I see 'Somebody else will do that eventually,'
or 'I don't think I want to do that.' I don't feel attached to anything.
Not to Pendor, not to you, not to my children."

There was a long silence. An old thought came unbidden, and I said, "You
know, I thought I was going to die once."

"You did? What happened?" she asked, almost perfunctorily; there was no
curiosity in her voice.

"I thought I had a disease, and the test results would take two weeks.
All the symptoms pointed to cancer, engwurth, you know?" She nodded.
"You know what I found? I was very jealous of the living.

"I thought I was already dead; that even if I had one, two, maybe three
years to go, that it didn't matter. I was already dead. Nobody ever
survives throat cancer, ever... It's just a long, drowning painful
descent into death.

"I was jealous of the living. I hated them, their long lives, their
families, their friends. I had almost nothing and nobody, and I was
waiting to be told I was going to die. I was sure I had it; I was sure I
was on my way.

"I wanted to live. More than anything, I wanted the problem to be
something else, I didn't want to be told 'you have cancer,' yet I knew I
had cancer. It was a hellish two weeks, the problem got worse every day.
I hated it, every last minute of it.

"And the scariest thing was that when they told me I was going to live,
I took the information very calmly. I almost didn't want to believe it.
All the energy I had invested in being angry, in being jealous, was
wasted, and I resented wasting it. It took a few days for me to get
around to celebrating.

"It turned out it was something minor, a pulled muscle combining with
stress to give me a very psychosomatic pain."

She leaned over to hug me, and I returned the hug fiercely. "I don't
ever want to let you go, daughter. Please don't go."

She sighed gently and said, "I don't want to stay, father. I don't want
to stay attached to a life I don't believe in anymore. You said it
yourself, that death is a viable option for people who've grown tired.
Don't you ever get tired?"

"Never," I replied, quickly. "Not since Brieanna, not since Donna. I
don't want you to change that. There's always more, more to have. I
never get tired of the new touch; there's too much in life to ever get a
hold on, how can you ever want to let it all go?"

"But I do." She smiled and said, "I do have one last request, though. I
want an old touch."

"You want... what?"

"Make love to me, one last time, before I go."

"That's sick."

She turned away as if I had slapped her. "Is it, to ask one more
request, one last familiar friendship before I go? To have a hug, a kiss
with my father before I go?"

"Freya, dammit, I love you. You were Tleil Satryl number one, you aren't
supposed to be the one to opt out, you were supposed to be the strong
one."

She nodded, her human face and her bright red hair bobbing. "I know."
She reached over and kissed me. If I felt revulsion, it didn't show on
my face, knowing that in the morning she would be gone. "Think of it as
an adventure," she said. "The undiscovered country." Her hands reached
and undid my shirt.

"'From whose bourn no traveler returns.'" I replied. "Is it okay if I
tell you I want you to come home?"

"It is," she said, gently removing my shirt and tossing it aside,
working on my pants. "Undo me."

I reached over and slowly undid her blouse, throwing it aside as well.
She helped me out of my clothes, I helped her out of hers. Her body was
as taut and sexy as the day I had decanted her; her human torso with her
high, Scottish-descent face, were magnificent. Her pseudo- Feline legs
were equally beautiful, the light peppering of orange over an
almost-black grey caressing her fur, ethereal in the dim light of her
bedroom.

"I can't," I turned away. "I can't believe tomorrow such beauty will be
gone."

"There's always beauty in the world, father." She smiled gently and
said, "Make love to me, one last time."

I summoned all the resolve I had to lie next to her; her fingers
caressed my cock insistently. Part of me wanted to be out of there, and
part of me wanted to give her her last request. My sex had a mind of its
own; it hardened, and without a word I slid on top of her and into her.

She sighed, a gentle, warm sigh, her face easing into a warm smile as I
began to make love to her, to stroke against her. I could feel her belly
meet mine with every stroke, her furry legs wrapped around mine and held
me in place as we made love, slowly. "I love you," I said, feeling my
tears grow in my eyes, hot and painful. My whole body was wrapped up in
two emotions tearing me apart; and I was crying uncontrollably as I came
inside her, moaning softly, easing down next to her.

I cried for a long time; I bathed her naked breasts in my tears. Finally
I lifted my head and said, "Are you happy now?"

She smiled, trying to reassure me. "I'm going to go now."

"What?" I cried.

"The programs have been in place all day. I just have to think the right
thing and it all shuts down."

"Freya!"

"Good-bye, Father. Give my love to everybody when I'm gone. Hold me
while I go."

"Freya, please don't go. Oh, Gods, please don't. Please."

"Good-bye, Daddy." She closed her eyes.

I held her close to me, feeling her body. "Oh please," I whispered,
"please." But it didn't happen that way; her breathing stopped a few
seconds later. I felt her heartbeat get softer, softer, then it faded
and I couldn't hear it anymore. I held on to her body for a long time
thereafter, knowing she was gone forever.

Finally, I rose from the bed, wiping my eyes with the bedsheets. I
pulled my clothes back on and said, "Jean, please call... whoever it is
you would call for this. Can you SDisk me somewhere?"

"Where?" the AI asked. She should have denied my request; SDisking
requires ruinous amounts of energy anywhere but from a SDisk. But she
didn't even suggest it.

"The Rowan." I was there; it was night. I walked down the hill to
Donna's tomb, got down on my knees in front of the nameplate, and cried.

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The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik 
and Related Tales.

The entire archive of stories can be found at:
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Copyright 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.
Distributed under the Creative Commons License BY-ND-NC/1.0
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