3201
Venus
“Good morning Princess.”
The sun streamed through the
immense stained glass window, and onto the equally immense quilted blanket
covering the princess’s bed.
“Good morning, child.” She
replied, airily.
She stood, and the servant
approached her. His tiny hands undid the claps of her peignoir, and slid the
covering off. The princess approached the window nude, and stared out over the
domed capital of Venus. The cream minarets and arches of the city reflected the
suns warm glow effortlessly, as the gilded screens atop the cities dome opened
slowly.
“Pleasure to you, this
morning.” The child’s voice was quiet, barely louder than the sounds of the
princess’s feet as she glided towards her mirror, slender, and pale skinned.
She wound a lock of her perfect white hair around her finger, and sighed.
“Would the Princess like to
wear a darker shade today?” The youth opened a draw, and with difficulty pulled
out a long robe, and offered it to the princess. She waved a hand approvingly,
and the child begun to dress her, occasionally asking her to move an arm or a
leg.
“Is the Logistician from
Revere in the city?” The princess asked suddenly, as she fixed her hair with a
collection of black beads. The boy did not reply. The Princess sighed again.
“Pleasure being to you,
Princess.” The child begun, worryingly “But your father has expressed his
wishes to the entire servitude, that the Revere Palace Logistician is not to
see you again.”
The princes, now clothed,
walked away from the mirror and back towards the window. She kneeled, as the
servant attached her mantle, fastening the billowing epaulettes with special
care. He walked to a counter, and picked up the royal pendant. It was entirely
silver, a perfectly moulded star of innumerable points, attached to a minute
thin silver chain of tiny links. The child clasped the pendent behind her neck,
treating the ornament as tenderly as a new born.
When she stood, the princess
was even more beautiful than when she was nude. She was the very image of
spiritual and bodily exquisiteness, the wishful thoughts of a benevolent god
made reality.
“When did my father tell you
this?” The princess turned back to the child, and her face took on an
expression of sad disappointment. “I had quite longed for the Logistician’s
return.”
The youth squirmed. “The
morning, when I rose princess. My teacher told me not to tell you, but-” His
voice faded away, and the princess smiled.
“Child, it is no fault of yours. My father’s wishes are as important as mine after all. I will not tell your teacher what you have said, let us simply assume I never mentioned the Logistician.” She checked her mantle once more, and floated towards the door.
“Yes princess, pleasure to
you. Thank you, princess.” The child said hurriedly, as he opened the door for
her, bowing deeply as she moved past him into the corridor.
“I will see you this evening.”
She said to him absentmindedly as she descended down the polished marble
stairs. He muttered a respectful farewell, and shut the doors behind her.
As she finished the last step,
a low hum begun to fill the corridor. A panel bearing the mural of a vortex
moved aside, and a tall man stepped out. The princess did not respond to his
appearance, as he bowed deeply and saluted as he stood up again.
“Pleasure to you this morning,
princess.” She nodded curtly at him, as he fell in behind her down the corridor
to the courtyard. The guard was dressed appropriately, the ceremonial curved
club fastened to his hip swayed with his steps, but the small pistol clipped to
his thigh did not. The buttons flowing down his breast jangled slightly as he walked,
harmonising with the gentle swish of the princesses gown as she emerged into
the courtyard.
Molten silver flowed hot from
the top of an elegant fountain, and as it flowed downwards, it hugged the
shapes and curves of a great hand pointed upwards. The princess deliberately
moved around the heat of the fountain, passing a row of sharp dark bushes which
followed the path out of the courtyard. She entered a lift adjacent to the
path, and the guard followed her in.
“Where to princess?” He asked,
his hand hovering over the tablet on his forearm.
“I would quite like to visit
the libraries today. But first I would like to take a walk along the docks
before my breakfast I think.” The guard frowned, and looked down at his tablet.
“Princess, your wish is mine,
but why the docks?” He had obeyed the order, as the lift descended to the level
of the palace where it joined the royal dockyard.
“I would like to see if the
Logistician from Revere is docked.” She turned to the guardsman, whose
apprehensive eyes flew away from hers as she sought eye contact with him. He
stared nervously at the line where the wall of the lift joined the ceiling.
“Princess” He said “I have had orders from my superior, your father has-”.
“No, sir.” The princess cut in
sharply, as she continued to try and draw the man’s eye. “My father has merely advised
me against meeting with the Logistician.” The lie came quick and easily for one
so used to them. “We spoke yesterday over our supper. His advice has been
received and I wish to continue to meet the dear Revere minister.
The guard squirmed. He was
new, and his this was the first shift he’d drawn to guard the princess. She
knew this well, but didn’t let on. He lowered his eyes to hers, and the
warmness and sincerity that met him couldn’t not convince him. “As you wish
then, princess. Pleasure to you.”
The lifts doors swung open,
revealing the docks of the palace. It bottomed out onto the immeasurable
airship the Venusian capital floated upon. The balloon was huge, larger than
most meteoroids. It was not the first airship to float in the Venusian
atmosphere, but it was undoubtedly the greatest. They were made of a material
unlike any found in the Solsystem, and it was a miracle of engineering. It was
the most advanced technological feat on Venus, and conveniently left out of the
sermons and speeches about the dangers of technological advancement. A living
fibrous sheet of bacteria and nanoparticles, engineered to respire and reduce
the harsh atmosphere of Venus into breathable gases for the inhabitants of Venusian
cities, while maintaining a low internal pressure to keep them floating. The
balloon could also bud and yield mitosis, like a vast cells creating smaller
airships for transport around Venus. These smaller daughter balloons could not
last long without their parents, but were enough for most journeys.
As the princess began her walk
along the wide gangway overlooking the docks themselves, she could see through
the window beneath her several small airships coming and going. One that had just
returned was fusing its balloon with the capitals, and masked men hurried to
pull the raft they had been standing on back onto solid ground. The princess
stopped at a lookout, and surveyed the docks. A majority of rafts were tiny
vessels, mainly used for maintenance and repair work, but a few large ships
were present. The princess smiled as she saw the curved spine of the
Logisticians barge poke out from behind a battery craft.
“Princess, I must urge you to
hurry” said the guard anxiously, “If my captain or any of my more zealous
brothers see us, I would be in terrible trouble.” The princess turned, and
without comment quickly made her way back to the lift.
“Of course sir. I would hate for you to become inconvenienced” she
announced, as she stopped in front of the lift. “And likewise I assume you will
not mention this?” He agreed submissively, resting his shoulder against a rack of dark red dockhand robes by the
lift. He stood back to attention immediately however, as the lift pinged its
arrival. Following the princess in, he directed the elevator to the palace
hall. A minute later, the lift slower, and the doors slid open.
“Goodbye, loyal guardsman” the
princess murmured, as she stepped out into the hall, and walked towards her
family.