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Every Man's Fantasy part 1 of 6

Every Man's Fantasy part 1 of 6


Ezra's last night in Capelin Spaceport

Even in the twenty-sixth century of the Common Era, nearly five-hundred years after man's first space-flight, when the sexes were as equal as nature would allow, it was still every man's fantasy to be marooned on a planet wholly populated by lonely sex-starved women. This actually happened to Ezra Gold rick, a forty-year-old planetary prospector, who in the year 2554 crash-landed on Samothea, an apparently uninhabited world about two-thousand light-years from Earth.

Ezra Gold rick was a successful space explorer. Brave and resourceful, he had been part of a team that had so far found three new planets capable of being 'terraformed' (that is, made Earth-like for colonization). Now he wanted to set off on his own and make his fortune with one big venture.

Like every planetary prospector, Ezra knew the story of Samothea, the ideal planet for terraforming, apparently 'lost' about a century ago, after it had been prospected, terra formed and a first transport of settlers sent. Nothing had since been heard of either terra formars or settlers. Now Ezra had decided it was time to take a risk.

He sank his fortune into rediscovering Samothea. His friends, family and business backers sank in ten times more. The prize was well worth the risk and Ezra's bounty for proving it safe to colonize again would make him rich for life.

Before leaving Earth, Ezra put in a sealed bounty claim to the original Settler Company but did not bother to tell the Prospectors' Guild where he was going (as if they'd bother sending anyone to rescue him if he got in trouble!). Like all prospectors, who fear claim-jumpers more than anything, Ezra was secretive even with his closest family but he left a letter with his sister, asking her (as usual) not to open it for a month.

Then Ezra said goodbye to his friends, sister and his parents and spent a month in deep space thoroughly testing his new hyperspace engines on his way to Capelin Spaceport to start his journey.

In Capelin Space port, Ezra replenished his stores and finished his preparations for the series of hyperspace jumps that he hoped would take him near to the Samothean solar system, from where he could proceed cautiously. Taking every precaution, he even powered the batteries of his emergency escape pods and replaced their medical kits.

Now it was evening by Earth-standard time and Ezra was as ready as he would ever be, so he closed up his ship and took the moving walkway from the Southern Docks to the commercial district of the space-port, seeking a special kind of company for his last night before an unknown time away from civilization.

Forty-two light years from Earth, Capelin Spaceport was a relatively lawless intrepid, full of planetary prospectors, miners, adventurers, gamblers and 'entertainers' (that is to say, prostitutes). Its anarchy was kept in check by a battalion of military police stationed there, who occasionally came to the aid of the weak civic authorities. Besides the docks themselves, the most notorious bars were in the district known as The East Causeway, where a man could get a drink if he was thirsty, a woman if he was lonely, and drugs if he was stupid, a fight if he was brave and a loan if he was suicidal. Ezra was thirsty and lonely as he took his place on an unusually empty walkway.

Entering a bar where he had often met his favorite entertainer, a tall voluptuous red-head named Hestia; Ezra saw his quarry was not there. In fact, the place was empty except for a pretty young Asian girl in a very short skirt and a crop-top, occupying a stool at the bar, nursing a drink of an ugly yellow color with a foolish-looking umbrella in it. Assuming she was an entertainer, Ezra took a place at the bar next to her and ordered himself a beer. He addressed her directly, saying:

"Well, this is my last night on Capelin. Any ideas what people do for fun around here?"

The girl smiled up at him. If she recognized his words as a standard pickup line, she did not show it but answered politely.

"Besides the bars and the casino, I know there's a low-gravity gym and a public park with a small zoo. Of course, if you have money" - she used a word that Ezra thought was significant - "there are plenty of shops. I'm afraid I don't know much else yet. I'm new here myself."

Ezra could not make out the girl. The mention of money seemed to hint that she was an entertainer; but then why mention shopping? Any other entertainer would have added: "Show me your money and I'll take you to a really fun place."

The girl sounded educated and refined, which meant nothing in a place like Capelin Spaceport, unless she was holding out for a high price and a more attractive client. Even so, the girl interested Ezra.

"My name's Ezra," he said.

"I'm Yuima."

"What brings you to Capelin, Yuima?"

"I'm on holiday," she answered. "How about you"




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