Preamble: This the first chapter of a serialized science-fiction short story concerning animal control and an exterminator. (See also: Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 and Chapter 5 and Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 and Chapter 9 and Chapter 10 and Chapter 11 and Chapter 12)
by Cheeseburger Brown
The special telephone rang. I cocked my head. "Ahoy-hoy?"
My date was disappointed but protocols aren't ignorable. Nobody argues with a well-flagged argument. The dutiful are duty-bound. She tucked away her reproductive organs and kissed me on my gleaming brow. Our eyes exchanged intimate transmissions, which was popular among her generation. It made me feel vital, if a little silly.
"Is it ancestors again?" she asked.
I nodded. "The hoary germs."
"It must be, or they wouldn't have used the special telephone." I tapped the side of my head significantly. "Only the ministry has this line."
I shrugged. "No details given. I'm to seek immediate transit. Arrangements have been made. I'll be briefed on the way."
She smiled, showing me a row of mathematically perfect iridescent little teeth. "Print me back a souvenir?"
"What would please you?"
"How about sand from a foreign beach?"
"Consider it transmitted."
We kissed, our lips briefly fluorescing as they suffused with ichor.