Terror From Deep Space 9 (standard:science fiction, 9825 words)
Author: Waldo Pepper	Added: Apr 08 2006	Views/Reads: 3601/2449	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A security agent and her robot investigate the strange silence of a space station in deep space.

The Terror From Deep Space 9 

By Waldo Pepper ronk@axion.net 

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Space, the last frontier, an airless waterless wasteland stretching for
millions of light years and its only inhabitants a myriad of twinkling 
stars. It was into this vast ocean that Deep  Space 9 was     
constructed and now lay over a light year away from the dead planet 
Pluto the last outpost in the exploration of space. The space station 
was one of many that were built between the years of 2030 and 2050 by 
the National Space Association on the planet Earth. Their mission to 
search and seek out alien life. 

Miss Jessica Towns sat at her desk in the offices of the Space
Association and dictated the last few words of a report on her previous 
assignment into her computer. She has head of the Association's new 
elite security task force that monitored the crews of each space 
station. Most of the work was routine checking facilities for adequate 
relaxation programs and settling any minor squabble that may occur in 
crew living in such cramp quarters for such a long period of time. 
Suddenly Jessica's computer screen flashed and the image of her 
supervisor Commander Red Harris appeared. 

"Would you come into my office Miss Towns,"  he said in a soft  but
assertive voice. "I would like to go over a few things with     you." 

"Certainly sir," she replied. "I shall be right in." 

Jessica left her office and made her way down a short hallway and
knocked on the first door that she came to. The door was opened by an 
attractive secretarial robot that was a little taller and much more 
endowed then the young girl. The robot was 

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attractively dressed, had long blond hair, and almost human features.
ÔIt is amazing what modern science can do  with a little plastic and 
silicon,' she thought following the robot through the door and into the 
office. 

"Commander Harris will see you now," she said in a soft perky voice.
"You go right through the door marked private." 

Letting herself in through the door that was indicated Jessica found
herself in another well lit office. Behind a large oak desk looking 
through some papers sat Commander Red Harris. Harris was a middle aged 
man of about fifty his once flaming red hair now thinning and streaked 
with gray. The dark circles under his eyes indicated he was over worked 
and h    ad spent many a long hour at this desk. 

"Ah Jessica, do have a seat for a moment  would you," he said a faint
smile slowly spreading over his distinguished face. "Damn new secretary 
the Association has given me is still new and just being broken in and 
I can't find a Damn thing." 

"Yes Sir," she replied taking a  seat. "I thought that she was new." 

"Yes, well my lost correspondence or my new secretary are not why I
called you into my office Miss Towns," he said. "Have you ever heard of 
Dr. Cameron Mitchell or the Deep Space 9 Project?" 

"Only some vague media reports on the Deep Space 9 Project Sir," she
replied. "I believe it was a fully automated space station that we had 
built a long way from the planet Pluto. As for that chap Dr. Cameron 
Mitchell I am completely in the dark. What has he been up to?" 

"Nothing any good I am afraid," he replied opening a file and rubbing


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