Matt exhaled a breath he had been unaware he was holding, and began snapping orders to his executive officer, Commander Epstein."All hands to general ...uarters. All hands to battlesuits. That includes the concubines." Aye, Sir," Epstein responded, turning to the ship's intercom. "All hands to general quarters, all hands to battlesuits. This is no drill. This is no drill."Klaxons sounded as throughout the ship the lighting switched to the eerie red glow of night adaptation and the well-drilled. "Autumn giggled as he shook her hand, and said, "You're silly. Where are my pancakes?"Ted smiled down at her, and led her into a room labeled M-79, he asked, "How many can you eat, and what kind of syrup?"Autumn looked around for a stove and did not see one, and said, "I am really hungry, and blueberry syrup what else? Oh, and whipped cream. But where's the kitchen?"Ted smiled, and said as he walked up to the replicator, "Four blueberry pancakes, with blueberry syrup with whipped cream on them.. As I got up you asked me to put some sun-cream on your back. No problem there, until my hands began to catch the bikini top strap. "You can undo it for me if you like Daddy, I'd rather not have a white line on my suntan anyway," you said it in a dreamy way as you just laid there and let me undo the clasp. I finished oiling you and stood up, saying "Right baby, going for a shower, shouldn't be long then I'll make us both a nice cool drink." In the bathroom I sorted out my towel and stripped out. The only reason I didn’t throw up at the implication was the lack of food in my stomach. Which reminded me, I was hungry.I’d killed them, and I felt nothing. The Nature of Men, my favourite philosophical treatise, claimed morality was something inherent to the human soul. Shared between men and women of all places. If that was the truth, then I was not human. There was a distinct possibly that morality was not shared among all humans, or maybe killing was not an immoral act. Gods, great kings,.