WOMEN AGES 50+FOR MAY 2024

Moon of Kevrit
Prologue

The Space Station Intelligence Agency was currently circling the moon of the magnesium farming colony Kevrit. The head of the colony, Elphen, was reported missing by one of the residents. This colony also provides tourist with tours of the farms. It is a remote area with only a few hundred residents. The rest are tourists or here for business. People are scared but not surprised. Elphen was known for his inter-galactic property development and questionable investments. People are being brought to the SSIA for questioning.
Characters:

Whiz-bang (arch enemy) I am an Anglo-galactic whiz-kid turned space tourist. I get called on for all the major inter-galactic problems. When I was young, my main hobby was blasting small meteors with sound waves from my intergalactic pellet gun. I used my computer to calculate where I should aim my gun. Most of the time now I spend just cruising around.

Bytes (Computer) I am Elphen’s computer. I might look middle-aged and self-righteous but I am not psychologically unbalanced like some of my computer predecessors. I enjoy being a computer. To me, tricky calculations and parallel computations are fun rather than a chore. But I don’t just do calculations, I am also the backbone of all his other house and transport devices. They all turn to me for advice. It’s me that tells the lights to turn on when it’s dark and when Elphen sensed entering a room. Elphen bought me over ten years ago via a storm on the Galactanet. He argued with them over the price a bit. But he was happy with me. He said I had the facilities he wanted.

Data Foot—(business woman)I am a very intelligent creature from an outer galaxy. I run a floating help desk and am a technological savior. Shortly after I was born, they tested me for my intelligence quota and I scored 499 out of 500. They discovered that most of my intelligence cells are in my feet, so they nicknamed me Data Foot. Growing up was difficult. My parents wanted me to learn everything I possibly could so I spent all my time studying. My large feet seem to put people off so I don’t have a partner. I concentrate on making money instead.

Plant—-(Magnesium farmer) When I was young, my dad took me to an intergalactic convention on magnesium. I was so excited. There were people there from all over the universe — people like us that lived on moons and mining magnesium. He died when I was young and so I had to take over the business. I do my best to make the farm profitable but it’s a meager living. My mom runs a tour business on the moon. There are about sixty inhabitants on this moon. Mom matched me up with one of her tourists a purple Sheoate from the bands of Titanus. Our only problem was with me being green and she being purple. But nonetheless, we love each other.

Star—-(Elphen’s Girlfriend) I am an attractive female apparition. When I was born on the farming planet of Endo, the galactic suns must have been shining extra brightly, because I turned out to be exceptionally beautiful. My mother entered me in every intergalactic baby and infant contest ever held and I won tons of prize money. I even beat those cuties from the Beauty Galaxy. We were poor, so she tried to make as much money out of me as she could. Now I work as an acting model for the Gala Spacecraft Company. Basically I act in a soapie and they film us in there latest spaceship. I live off this and money accrued from previous now dead husbands. I am a Black Widow.

Iodine - (Elphen’s Towel, female) I was manufactured over twenty years ago. I am designed to last at least fifty years. I am self-cleaning and I can change color to match the decor on on demand by pressing one of my color tags. I was manufactured to the specifications of my owner, Elphen. He wanted a large luxurious soft towel like myself. I am one of the top of the range towels. I have an instant ability to feel warm when it’s cold and cool when it’s warm. I never become smelly and moldy like some lesser quality towels. I am always dry and soft. Being a towel is a very intimate job. You become very acquainted with your client’s body and sometimes their friends body. I am an intelligent towel and contain memory chips of all I care for. My memory is uploaded to Bytes once a day.

Tears - (activist) They call me Tears but it’s not my fault if I’m always teary. Because of some genetic stuff, I don’t have any eyelashes, so I have to cry all the time to keep my eyes lubricated and cleaned. I was born in the middle of a protest where my parents were both killed when I was still a baby. The intergalactic parent club adopted me and they took care of me. When I grew up, I became a crusader for the downtrodden and started my own activist group. I set up rules to forbid us from helping bad people. We only work on the side of goodness.


Chapter 1
Iodine
Bytes, Whiz-bang, Star, Tears, Plant, Data Foot, Iodine, and Bytes all met in the space kitchen of the SSIA. Brought in by an SSIA law investigative robot, they are at a loss as to why. Iodine tried questioning the robot investigator as to why a mere hygienes robot towel would be brought in, however the investigator only told everyone to wait for further instructions. The dining area was full of patrons, however, they were all SSIA employees. The Moon’s residents look to each other for support and answers. They each take turns explaining who they are and how they could possibly be a suspect. Elphen has disappeared. These residents have no idea where he could be.
Iodine says “Why am I here? Tears, do you need me to wipe away your tears and keep your face dry? After all it is my duty to serve.”
“No thank you Iodine, I’m alright. I have my own means of drying off. The tears simply evaporate, see?”
Towel continues: “I am a robot made to care for the director, family and friends’ hygene. Custom made for Elphen, I tend to his personal needs, from providing drying, to water, steam, instant body heating or cooling as needed, cleaning solutions, smell reducers, and pleasant scents. I provide teeth cleaning, shaves, haircuts, manicures and pedicures as Elphen needs. Personal hygiene is my duty. I was manufactured over 20 years ago and am good for another 30. I am very close to Elphen and listen to his concerns. I am self cleaning, but have begun to falter as Elphen has not had me serviced as of yet. Temperatures, and scents lost their newness. I advised Elphen of this, and am awaiting an appointment. It has been several years since I asked for the appointment.”
“After 20 years of faithful service, I can’t understand why I need to answer these questions. Perhaps, they will download my memory for possible clues. I can’t imaging what they would find. I told the arresting SSIA officer everything I knew. I am a robot and cannot lie. Besides, I upload my memory once a day to Bytes. I was not made for long term memory storage, only daily chores.”
He turns to Tears, “How about you Tears, do you have any ideas as to why you or I would be here? By the way, how DO your tears dry so quickly? It is amazing to me? Do you use a Towel Robot like me? How often do all of you, if you have one, service your Towel Robots? I am curious as to the care I am missing out on.”
Nervously, Tears looks around the table at the others and begins. She starts by wiping her eyes with her arm to see more clearly. She is an activists but does not like being put on the spot.

Chapter 2
TearS
As you all know, my name is Tears. I do not have any eyelashes so my eyes tear constantly to lubricate my eyes. The tears instantly evaporate when they get to my cheeks. The heat of my face dry the tears instantly. I was born at a rally my parents were attending. My mother died giving me life, and my Father died trying to protect my mother and me from the SSIA who were trying to bread up the rally. I was adopted by the Intergalactic Parents Club and taught to always fight for rights. I was taught to defend my beliefs at any cost.
I met Elphen at a rally here on Kevrit. He was trying to inform people of the evils of Magnesium farming, while trying to drum up more tourism. I began as a tourist on this moon, but soon became an advocate for the downtrodden magnesium farmers. The farmers are not treated fairly on this moon and many others. Upon researching this, I found how badly they had been treated and took it upon myself to fight for them.
I argued with Elphen at the rally about the plight of the local farmers and how more tourism would destroy the farmer’s lives. He was all about bringing more money into the community and move everyone to a service economy rather than a farming economy. We parted angrily and I vowed to convert him over to my side. I have not seen him since the rally 3 weeks ago. When we parted, he was healthy and angry!
What about you Plant? I am on your side and want to hear what your ideas are on the debate between farming and tourism. Pant looked around the table at the other suspects then looked down at his drink and shyly began his story.
Chapter 3
The group was visited by a serving robot who presented them menus. They each ordered things from their own native cultures. Whiz-bang asked the robot “I see you have meteor balls with space carbs. I would like that if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.” He turned a bright orange in anticipation of a lunch he hadn’t had in years!
Star ordered a plate of vegetables from her home planet of Endo. The food she chose reminded her of the food her parents grew on her home world. She glowed with anticipation as she hadn’t had an old fashioned meal from her youth in years.
Iodine was bubbling over with pleasure when he found he could order towel scents and oils to boost his mood.
Bytes started flashing his lights once he found they had binary food.
Data-Foot was a bit aloof at all this excitement over food. She only ordered a dainty dish of brain food and a wash basin for her feet. When the server offered to wash her feet for her, she beamed and allowed it, feeling as if she deserved it. Since all her brain cells are in her feet, she basked in the foot soaking and massage from the server.
Plant ordered a sun bath, water, and a bowl of moon soil. His roots tingles and waved around at the thought of an old fashioned produce meal!
Tears reviewed the menu and chose organics for her meal. Her yellow color darkened when she found these. She knew they were very expensive where she was raised so asked the server how they would pay for their meals. “There is no charge. When on the SSIA, all necessities are free. No luxuries and no extras, only what is needed. Meeting the needs of our varied occupants, each meal is made to order. If anything else is needed, such as clothes or foods, our Fabricator makes to order as well.” The server went on, “I will get your orders and return quickly.”
The group stayed quiet nervously thinking to themselves until the server robot returned with their orders. They all tucked into their food as if starving. Everyone turned into satisfied colors as they ate. Once finished, Plant began her story.