An Alien Love: Sex And Space (Book 1)

A New Home.

*Chapter 7*

Keltrix's room was a sea of silk blankets.

As Murry entered behind the alien, he passed a low table that was the same as his cell. When he strolled next to the metal coffee table, Kel nodded to the piece of furniture.

"I will give you clear information about your new living area, Murry-cat. If you do not understand, you can ask me or use our mental connection to ask. For me, it is easier if you use a mental picture. The image is easier than the words. The translation is not always accurate."

"I can talk to you in my mind?"

"As long as I wish it. My mind is stronger than yours. If you connect and I do not want to communicate, you must wait until I permit you."

Permit sounded too close to slave and servant, but Murry refrained from commenting. Instead, he nodded at the table.

"This is where I pick up my daily green goop?" He thought about the food bowls humans left out for their cats. As long as he didn't have to crap in a litter box, he would be okay.

Around the silver metal coffee table sat pillows, but Murry couldn't tell how many there were. Everything was covered by multicolor silk. Briefly, he wondered if Keltrix had a fetish for the cloth. He'd read somewhere people got into latex. Maybe silk was Kel's kink.

"You do not have to ingest the green goop." Kel's sentence brought Murry back to the table. He grinned. Any way to dodge the yucky drink, and Murry was all about it. "I created that liquid," Kel continued as he placed his tentacle on the corner of the table and let it stay there. "The table reads what I want and what is good for me. It is examining me for what needs to be replenished in my system."

A square door in the middle of the table opened, and a glass of green yuck appeared. Murry's nose wrinkled. It smelled like grass clippings and molding nachos.

"What if I don't want what the table wants me to eat?" Murry paused. "I think that's the weirdest sentence anyone has ever said."

"You can negotiate with the table."

"Okay. That is the weirdest sentence ever." Murry laughed. "Gee, fighting with the dining table sounds like fun."

"You can show the table a clear image of what you want, but the table will always work to give you the proper nutrients."

After Kel picked up the glass, Murry set his palm on the corner of the metal surface. He left his hand there and could feel a vibration. It reminded him of when a cell phone was silent, buzzed, and no one answered.

While the table hummed, Murry closed his eyes and pictured a hamburger, French fries, and a strawberry milkshake. He vacillated on his drink being chocolate or strawberry. He could almost feel the table disliking his request, but Murry held the image stubbornly. If he were going to get a decent meal today, it damn well would be a burger and fries.

The table's center opened, and a hamburger, fries, and a large glass of milky water mystery liquid appeared. He didn't even care if the milkshake looked wrong.

"Yes! Human one, table zero."

Keltrix laughed. "Before you celebrate your victory, try the food. Table is particularly good at deceptions."

Murry picked up the burger. It didn't smell right, but he took a bite—a veggie burger. Murry chewed and swallowed. Okay, it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't a green goop. He ate the fries and was reasonably sure they weren't potatoes, but by the time he was done, he started to like the food. He drank the milkshake that wasn't milk and then wiped his mouth.