A Mother’s Dream

NEOTERRA

I guess it could have been easy for me to follow my mother’s path and give myself to the care of plants and others, but my calling was a different one. I wanted to defend what it had given so much happiness and peace to my mother, and that was this city. Here we had everything we couldn’t have in the outer citadels. Now this was our place in the world. A paradise made of metal, cold and perfect.

As the years passed I saw my mother receive her white high rank uniform, a symbol of recognition among the Symbians. She managed to improve productivity by 33.3% in the crops under her supervision. Each plant was pampered and listened to, something that plants could not measure. She was even summoned into the White Tower by the AI ​​several times to consult about protocol improvements.

At my current age I had already defended the city from some rebel attacks, and even saved the lives of some colonists and symbians in the failed experimental cultivation fields on the outskirts of the citadel. By now, according to the statistics, I had enough skills now to face a raptor face to face and emerge victorious; at least in the simulator.

And today finally happened. I got the notification of a training in the outposts. This was all I had been training for, yet a doubt came across my mind for a second. I wasn’t afraid about my safety but for the possibility of leaving my mother alone. Now we wouldn’t see each other for several days.

Strangely that night she didn’t come home. She left a voice message in my IDpx; something about a project of major interest. That only could refer to direct tasks with AIs, which was already a common thing because she was brilliant. “Who would have known? My mother, a woman from one of the Trade cities, now helping the Great AIs to improve systems and making Atlantis a better place for everyone.”

I requested special permission through my ID to visit her. I wanted to tell her about my progress and see her before leaving. Two training cycles at the borders of the outer walls was a long time. And even though I could command a mixed troop, and I would go under the supervision of one of the symbian captains with the most successful missions on track, I wanted to see her.