Page 16 of My Alien Angel (Supernova Casanovas #6)
Omni
As the days pass, we settle into a surprisingly comfortable routine.
I make food and coffee before Fin wakes up and we have breakfast together before Fin leaves for work.
She usually returns late afternoon, bringing boxes containing all kinds of food.
We eat together and talk about anything and everything—except for who I am and where I’m from—then I give her a massage while we watch TV.
It’s…homey. I never thought I’d use that word in a positive manner but, despite stressing over finding Garresh in time, I’ve been enjoying myself.
Fin is sweet and kind, not to mention painstakingly beautiful.
Do I jerk off thinking about her while I’m alone all day? You bet.
While I don’t enjoy being cooped up in her admittedly tiny apartment, I can’t exactly go gallivanting around the human town, so I keep busy by learning to read and expanding my vocabulary.
I also help out as much as I can, though the results vary.
I’ve figured out how to use the machine that dispenses coffee and even found a way to refill the water tank without Fin having to show me.
I’ve also mastered preparation of the two-flatbreads-with-fillings dish, though that one is difficult to screw up as humans seem to enjoy all kinds of fillings between their flat breads.
I finally figured out how to wash dishes without turning the sink into a foamy disaster, too.
With the help of the Internet, I have even mastered the washing machine and tumble dryer.
Mastering the Internet. That changed everything.
I knew straight away when Fin showed me how to access the human version of GalNet that this is what I’ve been looking for.
The answer to every question I could possibly have.
Literally. I was doubly grateful to that toothy bear from the reading app for pushing me into all of those reading exercises, even when some were downright frightening, like that story about the little girl who got swallowed by a giant hairy beast impersonating her grandmother.
Human kids must be tougher than I originally thought if they are taught to read using these kinds of stories.
Equipped with the toothy bear’s teachings, I had no trouble searching the Internet.
Okay, I had a little trouble, because English spelling still makes little sense to me, but I discovered a helpful AI that understood my queries even with the dozens of mistakes I made.
Unlike the snarky, gossip-loving, partially sentient AI that runs our ship, this AI is just a soulless computer program, but it proved invaluable to my quest. Quest that I immediately set aside when I realized that, just like GalNet, the Internet is full of explicit mating videos.
Naturally, I started by searching “how to disguise my online presence” so that Fin wouldn’t see what I’ve been watching when she‘s at work all day.
Once I figured out how to use private browsing mode on my datapad…
sorry, tablet. Humans call them tablets.
Anyways, once the tablet privacy mode was enabled, I searched for sex. I was not disappointed.
I guess it just goes to show how like-minded intelligent life actually is.
Everyone tends to evolve in a similar way.
There are theories about it, why beings evolved on different worlds look and function almost the same, but I’ve never been into science stuff.
I just know that every information network of every culture in the galaxy contains porn. It’s like an unwritten rule.
Earth porn is similar to what anyone would find on GalNet.
I’ve extensively studied both, so I’m confident in this claim.
There are variations in the numbers of participants along with mixed genders joining together in mutually pleasurable activities.
The only thing different about human porn is that it’s restricted to Earth species with a few digitally generated “aliens”, some of which bear a striking resemblance to actual alien species out in the galaxy.
For the most part, however, there are no tails or wings or other fun appendages.
Unsurprisingly, all human penises look the same shape, though they seem to vary in size. None have ridges like mine.
Yeah, Fin would definitely notice something is different if we had sex.
Which I’ve been desperately craving all week and, unless I’m mistaken, so has Fin.
I might not be able to smell her arousal due to poor olfactory senses, but I do have better eyesight and hearing than the average human and I definitely haven’t missed the way her cheeks always flush whenever we’re in close proximity, let alone if I touch her.
Sometimes in the mornings, I hear ragged breathing from her room.
She might be having a nightmare, but the way she emerges flushed afterwards, avoiding my eyes in clear embarrassment, gives me a pretty good indication of what she’s been up to. Not that I am any better.
The rest of my findings, the ones that didn’t involve sex, are less than promising.
None of the satellites orbiting the planet, and there are thousands of them, are accessible to the public.
Yes, people can access some of the services they provide, like the Internet, television or navigation, and see the results of their scanning, like weather patterns, maps or deep space images, but there is no way for an individual that doesn’t possess substantial wealth or hacking skills to actively reprogram a satellite.
D’Aakh might have been able to bypass their security measures, but I have no idea where to even start.
Even on a so-called primitive planet, programming is totally out of my scope.
I went through various news outlets to see if anyone had reported an alien spaceship landing in the mountains, but there’s been no mention of it so far.
Either no one has noticed the ship yet or someone is suppressing the news.
Whether that someone is the UGC or an Earth authority is irrelevant as both would mean I’m screwed.
There has also been no mention of mass disappearances of young, attractive people, so Garresh likely hasn’t fixed the ship yet.
He will leave the human gathering until after he’s certain he can promptly leave the planet.
I hate to admit it, but I’m stumped. Other than attempting to contact the UGC, I don’t see how I’m going to find Garresh before he fixes the ship and leaves with his new slaves.
Fin’s arrival interrupts my grim thoughts.
She’s earlier than usual. I hope that’s a good sign and not that she’s lost her job.
Considering everything she’s told me about her boss and his attitude toward his employees, perhaps losing her job wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen.
However, since I’m just a mouth to feed here and cannot contribute to any expenses, I’ll keep my opinions to myself.
“Welcome home, Infinity,” I greet cheerfully, emphasizing her name.
She claims to hate it because it’s unusual and her human peers made fun of her for it during her formative years, but she seems to like when I say Infinity, so I keep using it.
“Hello, Ka’Omnireth,” she chirps back at me.
She often retaliates by using my full name in return. To my surprise, I don’t hate it either, even if it reminds me of what I left behind. “How did go work?”
“Ugh,” Fin grunts, kicking off her shoes. She sets the bag she’s carrying down on the floor and shuffles over to my bed, falling face first onto it. “TGIF.”
My nodes don’t offer any meaningful translation, so I assume it must be some colloquial expression that hasn’t been updated in the database yet. I’m finding human language to be trickier than I first expected.
Tilting her head to peek at me with one eye, Fin chuckles. “It means thank god it’s Friday.”
“Okay.” I still don’t quite follow her meaning but don’t want to bother her with silly questions.
Instead, I pick up the bag she dropped and bring it into the kitchen.
A glance inside one of the boxes reveals the infuriating noodles we had a few days ago, this time in a white-ish sauce instead of a red one.
Spaghetti. I loved the taste but they were annoyingly difficult to pick up.
There are other shapes of the same food type that are much easier to consume.
Still sprawled on the couch, Fin giggles. “Got an extra serving of your favorite pasta.”
“Thank you,” I reply primly, determined not to be defeated by some stupid noodles. “Why Friday important?” I’ve heard the name mentioned several times and know it’s a name for one of the days, but was too busy to research its significance.
“You know, sometimes I wonder if you really did come from outer space,” she grumbles. Smothering my chuckle I think, If only she knew. “Friday is the last workday of the week. Tomorrow and the day after, I don’t have to go to work.”
“Ah. Very good. TGIF.” I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m excited to spend more time with her.
“That’s right. You know…” she starts, propping herself up on her elbows. She looks hesitantly at me. “My friends usually come over on Saturday afternoon and we spend some time together. Would that be okay?”
Fin’s friends mean a lot to her. Even a blind person could see that. “Yes, of course. You want I leave?”
“No! I just thought that you don’t want anyone to see you, since you didn’t want me to take a photo of you. Which is okay, by the way. I absolutely respect that about you.”