An Alien Rescue by Gordon Mackay Page B

fiction book about a blonde woman from another planet?”
    “In a way, yes, we did know, but it wasn’t clear why or how. I know now.”
    Scott looked around the Control deck, but only briefly before he asked, “Do I have another daughter, or is that my imagination?” He really wanted to hear her say, yes, and hoped she would.
    “Yes. You do.”
    “Blimey, that’s fantastic. I honestly believed that was only part of the dream. I think I’ve seen a picture of her. Frell showed it to me. Does she have a name?”
    With a smile, Belinda proudly replied, “Her name is … Skye.”
    “My god, it’s perfect. What a lovely name and so meaningful. I would never have guessed. Who chose the name?”
    “Frell did, but it wasn’t easy for her,” added Belinda while recalling the bureaucratic struggle that took place.
    “Why wasn’t it easy? You make it sound as if there was something wrong with the name,” he said with confusion.
    “To make a link with the island, and of course the connection with yourself, is not found to be readily acceptable in our population. We prefer ancestry to be anonymous as much as possible. You see, we are a holistic society, where we are as one . We respond to events as one unit and not as separate individuals. We all share each other’s feelings and rejoice in the happiness we all have. To connect with an Earthly event can go against the group’s policy of being unique and separate from the destructive tendencies of Earth-bound humans. However, Frell did make it known her daughter was quite unique too and should be allowed a name of her choosing.”
    Scott found this little bit of information difficult to fully comprehend, but decided their population was much different to his own and he should accept what he was listening to.
    “Skye."  He sighed. “What a lovely name to give her.” Then his eyes opened wide as he asked, “Why unique? Why is, Skye, classed as unique? Is there something wrong with her?”
    He waited with baited breath for the reply to this question, hoping he wasn’t going to hear something he didn’t want to know.
    Belinda reached forward, taking him once more by the hand. Caressing it gently, she replied, “Your daughter is unique because your genes are the best we’ve ever had from any donor. Your extraordinary level of intelligence, combined with the highest ever rating for aptitude and adaptability to most or any kind of situation or environment makes you second to none. Your daughter is destined to become one of our leaders, someone who will understand and appreciate all there is to know when decisions are made concerning what is best for any given situation… but now we need another… another like… Skye. And this is where the problem begins, because your lover has not been contactable since you were last together, and until she is located the second child cannot be. Do you understand what I have said, Scott.”
    Belinda had to boldly ask him because his demure had turned a whiter shade of pale, to the point of appearing like plastic. His blood had evidently drained from his brain and his complexion now looked waxy and drawn. She felt real concern for him now. With his past comment concerning porky-pies and now this she was extremely worried. Had everything she said affected his mind, she wondered, hoping it was only tiredness that was affecting him.
    He stood still for a moment, looking like a slumped mannequin. His broad shoulders had sagged  slovenly and his eyelids seemed half-closed. He slowly regained his composure, loudly inhaling a breath of air. “It never really made any sense, at first; the reason why Frell and I were together. The child, or Skye, as I should now refer to her, was a plot I would never have really known about except for the intervention of the Greys. Oh yes, Belinda, I remember them too, before you ask; and now there should be a second child. I don’t suppose you have any more information than what you have already told me,