The Perennial Migration by D. M. Kirtaime

The Perennial Migration a Science Fiction-Fantasy

The Perennial Migration

The Perennial Migration

After five minutes Larsst said “Ssorry, nothing negative sshowed when we tessted. Iss ssomething wrong with the chipss we ssupply?”
Careful not to insult his guest over the product his company supplied, Kern explained “No, no, the chips are fine. It is just that we received a report that hospital patients complained of a rash which later enlarged pores around the part of skin above the implanted wrist chip.”
After a short pause, Larsst said “You now our chipss are producced under exsstreme control. Sstandardss are of the highesst quality. The contract iss to ssupply wrisst chipss – which we do. We cannot be held ressponssible for problemss after chip implantation. Do you undersstand Kern? Did you exsstract a chip for me to insspect?”
“Yes.” Kern confirmed and opening the box containing the chip he continued “I have a chip which we extracted from a patient. I took the precaution to seal the hospital dome for quarantine measures.”
And in a sorrowful tone added “I hope no other cases are reported elsewhere within the dome network.”
Larsst’s slit olive coloured eyes widened, and his tongue was visible again and slithered from side to side; as he inspected the chip and listened to Kern. The reptilian race had always seen humans as being of lower esteem and serving either the purpose as servant or food source.
Larsst commented “Of coursse conccernss of humanss are alsso conccernss of ourss. I will have the chip analyssed. May I offer to organisse the… um… cleanssing of the hosspital dome – of coursse we rissk infection oursselvess, but may develop the chip technology further for detecting ssuch illnesssess.”
Kern guessed that Larsst seen the sealed dome as a food source. But as it solved a problem he might otherwise have to tackle again, he consented. And contemplated his reply before speaking “Larsst, we appreciate the kind offer to cleanse Hospital Dome Ninety Seven.”
With reptilians not being known as a sociable species, it came as no surprise to Kern that Larsst wasted no time in thanking him for the splendid meal. Reptilians meant such pleasantries in a sarcastic sense, due to them classing themselves as the most elite species and never grateful to humans. Larsst extracted the morphing device from his cloak pocket and as he turned the dial, his reptilian shape shifted; and within minutes left Kern’s quarters as the black-haired man who had arrived earlier that evening.
He filled his glass again with whiskey and went over and slouched on his soft blue couch. Considering the reptilian’s offer, he reckoned that things had turned out well. The hospital dome was soon to be cleared of citizens and he expected that entry to the dome came from an underground reptilian network. At last one negative thought sprang to mind, the threat the virus posed – that the same might spread elsewhere. But although he had not found a solution to the virus problem, his suspicion may soon be confirmed.

About the Author

D. M. KirtaimeKirtaime grew up in the country outskirts of Bristol. After his military career he settled with his family in Germany. Wanting to write fantasy-fiction books was a childhood dream which he only decided to make come true in 2013 with his first book ‘The Perennial Migration’.
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