by Christine Mcdermott

Created on: June 26, 2009   Last Updated: June 28, 2009

She had to get outside. The oppressive stench from all the chemicals they had been working with all day in the lab were parching her throat making it ache. This was too much for her, she concluded, especially after Apollo started coughing uncontrollably. Even though Apollo was a Class A10 android, his built-in vetro-dominion chips allowed him to exhibit many human characteristics, not all of them pleasant.

Meridian chuckled to herself as she made her way to the fresh afternoon air. An A10 was the best. He was her companion, protector, and even more than that, her friend. All these years on this remote little planet called Earth, she would not have been able to get along without him, she decided. Earth provided the only source of prodium, a rare mineral, when treated with other chemicals, produced the metal used to create the Class A10 androids. As a Level VIII Chemiphysist she had been assigned to this planet to experiment with prodium to find a way to artificially produce it. Without Apollo, her existence would have been a lonely one, she definitely decided.

"I didn't think we would finish this soon," Apollo sputtered, still coughing and gasping for air.

Meridian softly chuckled again and said, "I'm going for a walk, go ahead and close up, we're finishing early."

"When I return, we can head over to the practice field for some rec-time; I still owe you for the last time you knocked me off my feet!" she exclaimed.

"You must remember the weight of your weapon after you decide which fighting technique you are going to use," Apollo yelled after her as she went out the door.

As the door quietly closed, Apollo thought to himself that he had never seen anyone so beautiful as Meridian. He had been her companion protector since she was very young, since that unforgettable day long ago. He had found her in the Blaham Forest on Callador, her head split wide open with death clouding in on her. He had forced life back into her, by nursing her after secretly implanting one of his own medu-pon chips in her head to repair the damage. When Callador was free of the Tyrrany, she had in turn saved him from the Masters who would have been happy to make a pile of metal shavings out of him.

Apollo knew that some day he would have to tell her of the implant, but for now he thought only of her temporal beauty as his mind wandered to thoughts of her dark brown hair alight with fiery red highlights that fell in thick abandon past her slender waist in unruly waves, covering

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