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MU2 Madam Caesar

MU2 Madam Caesar

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Published by Lisa Arnopp
Buried at the bottom of the North Sea is the Mother Ship Museum built in the hull of the spacecraft that brought Martian Settlers to Earth over two thousand years ago. Madam Caesar, the most powerful Martian on Earth, lives nearby in Scotland. Suzette goes to learn about her ancestors and finds new friends and family in the process.

This is a sequel to MU Martian U.
Buried at the bottom of the North Sea is the Mother Ship Museum built in the hull of the spacecraft that brought Martian Settlers to Earth over two thousand years ago. Madam Caesar, the most powerful Martian on Earth, lives nearby in Scotland. Suzette goes to learn about her ancestors and finds new friends and family in the process.

This is a sequel to MU Martian U.

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Published by: Lisa Arnopp on Jan 14, 2011
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MU2: Madam Caesar
Lisa Marie Arnopp
 
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Missed Me by That Much
It’s great to be home with Dad and Artie. Sure I miss school and my boyfriend, but it’s easier with the two of them keeping me too busy to mope. Dad, or StanleyRussell as the rest of the world knows him, is the epitome of Martians. Comprehendingthis means he isn’t naturally loving, he and his friend built Artie to raise me. Artie isn’torganic. He’s like a robot manny (man nanny).Since last November I’ve been dating Jason, who has graciously agreed to beexclusive even over the next four months while I’m on vacation in Europe. For humansthat’s a pretty big deal but even more so when you consider that we’re Martians.Martians aren’t big on long courtships, so to have a commitment without being engagedis amazing. He’s ready to talk marriage, I am not. Actually, if he wanted to leave thingsopen it wouldn’t have been awful either. Not that I’ll have any chance to prowl. Martianmen are territorial and he was resolute that we would pick up where we left off in August.Still, a part of me feels it’s more than is needed. If we love each other, why put draw uprules?By the way, we aren’t from Mars. Our ancestors communicated mentally butadapted to audible language to assimilate to Earth. An unpredicted side affect was thatafter a few generations, we lost the ability to read minds. Without a native language,we’ve taken to picking and choosing earth terms. To refer to ourselves as Martian startedas a joke in the 1950’s and stuck. That’s the danger of joking.Whenever we talk, Jason tells me he misses me too. At times I’m sure he does but he has Blake. Blake is our friend and half-Martian. Well, so am I but no one knowsabout me except Dad, Artie and them. Everyone knows Blake is and the guys at MartianU are threatened and the girls are in love. One of them madly so. Karen tried to kill allother women in Blake’s life, including me. Looking back on how often someone tried tocrack the code to get into my dorm, she was hunting me the longest. Karen finally gotme, in the ribs, with a bullet. I’m better now, getting there anyhow.Artie, who is programmed for healthcare, has me on a regime to regain mystrength and flexibility; weights, cardio, yoga, tennis, swimming. It’s worse than MartianU. Swimming is my favorite now that the torpor of recovery has lessened. . Dadconstantly warns me to go slowly. He came home early after he wrapped up his work at
 
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Martian U a few weeks early. He’s going stir crazy at home. We see three movies aweek. Last week, I even got him to see a sci-fi. Martians aren’t big fans of sci-fi becauseearthlings are always the heroes and aliens are always villains seeking to harvest or overthrow. No wonder we keep our race secret.I’m swimming and getting some rays. The sun has done a good job tanning myskin and I look like a true Californian. Marin County is chilly but since I run cool, it’s perfect. Full Martians run even cooler than me but hey, they can’t stop time. Not allhalfers get a boost on an old trait but I did. Blake got one too. He can read minds, whichis beyond annoying. I’ve gone three weeks without it though and now I even miss that part of him.My cell rings and I doggie paddle to the side and answer. “Hi Jason. I was justthinking about you.”“Hi honey. What’re you up to?”“Laps.”“Are you wearing your bikini?” All boyfriends are probably one-track, but Jasonclaims that halfers are better than full Martians when things get physical. It’s flattering but a lot for a girl to live up to.“Jason, we can’t talk like that. Artie can hear.” I roll my eyes flustered. Artie’srobotic ears can hear me down the street. Plus, I wouldn’t mind some personal contact aswell. Talk is all talk – it’s a painful tease with little payout.“I’ll do the talking.” Jason’s met Artie a couple of times. Once for Christmas andonce after I was shot when Artie gave him an earful for wearing me out when I wasrecovering. The only reason Jason knows that Artie’s synthetic is because I warned him.Otherwise, no one can tell.“I can hear him.” Artie says with a tall glass of iced tea. Told you. Artie’smostly pro-Jason and anti-Blake. Not that there’s a competition or that Blake and I ever dated. We flirted and even kissed a couple of times, once mutually and once he surprisedme. Don’t ask. Per my manny, Blake’s a conqueror with women and I need to stayaway. This is a sore spot between the android and me.I take a drink and grin at him. “Can we have some privacy?”

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