
The crew of the Sunda Tiger is stranded on Research Colony 227C. They have no ship. No comms. And no choice but to work with their android hosts despite all their lingering doubts.
Shaula wants to focus on the androids’ missing memories, but she is instead assigned to the salvage of the Sunda Tiger. Can she succeed in this group project? Of all androids, she is the least likely to get along with people, particularly chatty, upbeat humans…
Faolán, also assigned to the salvage crew as security, is trying his best to buoy the spirits of the group. Though even he’s finding it hard as interpersonal conflicts arise, and he has his own worries about medical care. It doesn’t help when certain grumpy androids start making his life more complicated…
Just when they all think things couldn’t get any worse, tragedy strikes in the form of murder. Shaula and Faolán must work together to identify the murderer in the salvage crew and bring them to justice. Who wants the salvage to fail, and why? What is the murderer trying to hide? With the androids’ memories compromised, any one of them could have been used as the murder weapon.
Even Shaula herself.
Mysteries of Planet Android is a sci fi romance murder mystery with a grumpy x sunshine pairing in a forced proximity green flag romance.
Shaula grabbed his arm. “Hurry. I need you.” She began dragging him further into the building. She had a strong enough grip on his arm that he hadn’t a hope of resisting her.
Needed? “Uh, what? What for?” he managed to utter.
“In here.” She dragged him through a door he knew didn’t lead to her lab. Instead, it was the android familiar facility.
The wall of sleeping animals was creepy. They just laid there in little cubbies, waiting to be needed. Each android had one, and also Marcie had been given one during their first mission here, before the ship had crashed. Faolán didn’t think many of his crew mates would want a small animal android following all their movements.
Shaula let go of his arm and strode over to the wall. She opened one of the largest cubbies and bent over, then stood up, carrying a…
READ MORE…that’s a wolf. A full-sized wolf.
It was nearly as big as she was, and was a dead weight as it was asleep, but she carried it over to the workbench as if it weighed nothing. Faolán imagined her picking him up with ease, maybe giving him a squeeze to crack his back, that horrible tangle that kept knotting up in there that he had trouble getting out on his own. It was a silly mental picture, but he could almost imagine how good the click would be. A real satisfying crunch. Maybe if he asked nicely…
“Over here,” she interrupted his inappropriate thought train.
He approached the workbench. “What’s all this about?”
“This is preparation for the trip,” she said as she fiddled with a handheld device. “We are uncertain whether the familiars are safe and unhacked. But they will be our communications.”
“For sure. It’s a security flaw, but one I don’t know how to mitigate. I mean, we just don’t have that much in the way of…”
“This is the mitigation,” she interrupted him. “Your name has something to do with wolves?”
He blinked at the sudden non sequitur. “Yeah, why?”
“We match familiars to names where applicable.”
He looked down at the sleeping wolf on the workbench. “Oh. No, I’m not sure…”
“Yes,” she said, still hard at work. “I have decided to allocate an undocumented familiar to a member of our team.”
Faolán was having trouble keeping up. “Why? You want to get in trouble with Bellatrix?”
“I get in trouble with others no matter what. I may as well put the tendency to good use.” She looked at him, and his belly flopped. He was not at all prepared for being roped into hijinks.
“You think I’m the kind to go along with crazy plans?”
“I had already decided this wolf was a useful familiar. It is not a bird, but it will have the range to run messages between the wreck and the settlement. Then your name was the deciding factor. But as a bonus, you are a security officer, so you ought to understand what I am doing.”
That was a surprising amount of faith she was putting in him. “You want to make sure that no one knows this familiar will be with us until we’re on the way.”
She looked back at the device. “No one but you. I will wipe my own memories so the knowledge cannot be hacked out of me. I will program the wolf to stay in the cubby overnight and then catch up with us tomorrow.”
For the first time, Faolán noticed she didn’t have her scary scorpion crown on. Shaula looked up and noted his line of sight. “Charm is charging. I logged this meeting as a discussion about the safety of the mobile engineering lab. We need to talk about that afterwards, so that when I wipe this event from my own memories, it makes sense to me why I invited you here.”
Faolán wouldn’t have described it as an invitation, but whatever. “Ok.” He sighed. “You’re going to be all confused and angry with me tomorrow, aren’t you? I’m going to have a devil of a time convincing you that you organised this yourself and I’m not hoodwinking you.”
Shaula paused and stood upright, staring at the wall. “Slip the word ‘diadem’ into the conversation. It will be a password of sorts.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“It is another word for crown.”
“Grand. That’s just… grand.” He gulped. She was sure asking a lot of him.
Shaula pushed a few more buttons, and the dark grey wolf sat up, its bright apple-green eyes glowing. Now he could get a good look at the creature, he could see the grey of its fur looked unnatural. It was far too monochrome, too blue-tinted, to look like a natural wolf’s pelt.
Shaula pressed a button on the device. “Bonding protocol engaged. Please state your full name,” she said, then looked at him expectantly.
“Faolán Michael O’Donoghue.”
“Please state a designation for your familiar.”
Faolán’s eyes widened. He didn’t like being put on the spot like this. He took in a deep breath, let it out. Tapped his fingers on his thigh. But then he remembered his granddad’s old dog, the one he’d had when Faolán was a boy. “Madigan,” he said.
“Bonding protocol finished. Calibration protocol engaged. Your familiar will now say a series of words. Please repeat each one. Your familiar will also look at you from several angles.”
The wolf, now called Madigan, stood up on the bench and began pacing back and forth, staring all the while at him. It was so large it had to look down at him, and the hairs stood up on the back of Faolán’s neck at being looked at like that by an apparent predator.
“Perturbed,” said the wolf in a low growl of a voice.
He sure was. “Perturbed,” Faolán parroted.
“Terrestrial.”
“Terrestrial.”
“Donut.”
Faolán smirked. “Donut.” Where had this word set come from?
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All up, he repeated a dozen words back to Madigan. Then the wolf jumped down from the work bench and stood by Faolán’s hip.
“May I pet you?” asked Faolán, not sure what else to do with the wolf.
“Petting protocol engaged.”
Faolán sat down on his haunches and stroked Madigan’s thick neck ruff. The fur was as soft and pleasant as a real dog’s. Er, wolf’s. Madigan’s tongue lolled out, so Faolán rubbed a bit more vigorously, giving the wolf a bit of a scratch, and got that sweet spot between the ears. Would an android animal enjoy this the way a real animal would? Or was this ‘petting protocol’ for Faolán’s benefit alone?
Shaula had moved over to a terminal and was typing what looked like code.
“Those the instructions?” he asked her.
“Yes. I am coding Madigan in for the electrofilm window in the meeting room so he may leave the building without assistance, and directing him to chase down our expedition and find you. Once you have reminded me of all of this, I will assist you further in the bonding process during our journey to the wreck.”
Goodness only knew what the others would think when a large grey wolf chased him down. But that was a problem for tomorrow. “I look forward to working with you, Madigan,” said Faolán as if greeting a new coworker.
“Likewise,” said Madigan. “Please indicate to me what information you would like conveyed to you upon first meeting in a day.”
“Uh, I’ll let you know tomorrow when I’ve had time to think.”
Shaula led Madigan back into its cubby, then walked across the hall to a meeting room. Faolán followed. It was time for him to pretend he’d just arrived. “What can I do for you?”
He then had a normal meeting with Shaula, all the while wondering how well their reunion with Madigan would go the next day. It would be a huge hassle, surely. Yep, beyond a doubt.
What an inauspicious start to the trip.
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