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Judicious reward and implacable punishment ...
Her left leg evaporated in a sheet of fire.
unfailing service...
The biology lab vanished as her remaining eye was plucked out.
...and win enforce both your dominion and your superiority.
The pain increased as the tutor exerted her will on nerve endings and receptors. She could feel the pressure of that terrible regard, as her thoughts skittered and scrambled. She tried to hide from the pain, all her perceptions obscured by it, so that she was blind in truth, and the pain, the pain...
We have taken away much, as is our right, according to our ability.
She was ablaze; the skin crisping on her bones; her reason spiraling toward chaos. Just like
We shall now bestow a small reward.
Just like her poor creature, which had done so well, for a lower order, built to be dominated, manipulated andЧMonitor the thni ot the emotion 'gratitude.'
She was not a base construct. She was not. She would fight. She would
She would dominate.
Atom by atom, she scraped together her shattered will and focused on the roaring source of energy obscuring her perceptions. Pain. Pain could be used.
Beyond the inferno, she felt the weight of her tutor's regard increase.
She thrust her will into the howling depth of the pain
The tutor's regard altered, sparked
Using raw power and no finesse whatsoever, she created shields and threw them into place.
There was an orange and yellow detonation as the tutors will slammed into her barriersЧbut she had no time for that, now. The tutor launched another assault, but her protections held. Of course they held. Had she not survived the First Doom? Her shields had withstood the stare of one of the Iloheen; they would hold against a mere dramhza.
For a time.
Working with rapid care, she bled off the pain, sublimating it into working energy, using it to rebuild her depleted strength. As she dominated the pain, her focus returned and she was able to survey the wreckage of her envelope.
Tentatively at first, then more swiftly as she began to integrate the fine points of the interrupted lesson, she rebuilt her body.
Arms, legs, eyes, ears, nerves, dermis... As she worked, she considered making alterationsЧand regretfully decided not to do so. Alterations made in haste and in unstable conditions might later be revealed as errors. Best to wait.
She did, however, strengthen her shields.
Then, she opened her eyes.
Carefully, cocooned in total silence on all perceptual levels, she came to her feet, and raised her eyes to the instructor's dies. Lower your protections. The characteristic bright orange thought was shading toward a dangerously bland beige, and the taste of manganese was very strong.
Bith all respect, she answeredЧno.
You may lower them or An o win destroy them.
She looked to the submissive, and found his pale eyes open and focused on her face, with ...interest...
I win not, she made answer to the dominant. And Ano shall not.
Upon what order do you undertake this action?
Upon my own initiative.
Ah. The dominant extended her will to the submissiveЧand froze in time and space as a long Shadow fell across the room and the perceptions of all within.
The air grew chill and the tile took on a glaze of ice before the Iloheen deigned to speak.
Discipline has been meted and met. It goes no further.
Edonai the Anjo Valee dominant answered, her thought warm against the Shadow's chill. On the dais, the dramhza bowed low. Those who yet knelt before their lab dishes threw themselves upon their faces on the ice-slicked floor.
SheЧshe bowed until her head touched her knees, and held it, as the Shadow fell full upon her
And was gone.
Abruptly, the room warmed. Behind her, she heard small noises as her cohort straightened and stilled. She unbent slowly, and looked up to the dais. The dominant did not meet her eyes.
You ma return the specimen to As original state, the tutor ordered the class entire. When that is done, you nun wait upon the philosophy tutor.

THE DOWNLOAD WAS about to take place.
She, with those of her cohort who had survived the Second Doom, watched from a distance, thought stilled and vital energies shielded, to insure that the tumzahat would not perceive, and thus seek to attach, their essences.
In the birthing room, the vessel was readied. Its arms were spread, held thus by chains woven of alternating links of metal and force, the ends melded with the smooth tile floor. Similar chains around each ankle pulled the legs wide. Its head was gripped in a metal claw; a metal staple over its waist held it firm and flat.
On the plane from which they observed, the vessel was nothing more than a smear of pink, which was the glow of the autonomous systems. The hopeful dominant showed not even as much as that, so closely did she hold herself.
Within the lesser aetherium, the tumzahat pursued their small, simple dances, which were so much less than the intricate movements of rebellion and abandon performed by their wild kin, the zahata. Those such as sheЧand the cadet preparing herself belowЧthey were fit only to exercise dominion over tumzahat and so forge a working dtamhza unit, to thereby accomplish the will of the Iloheen as it was expressed to them.
They were, after all, nothing more than embodiment of the vast wills of the Iloheen, without which they would have no existence. So the philosophy tutor taught.
In the birthing room, all was ready.
The cadet knelt beside the vessel and took the autonomous system under her control. This was necessary to prevent the tumzahat from sabotaging the vessel, or, as was more likely, damaging it through terror and ignorance.
Control established, the cadet entered the lesser aetherium, cloaked and dim against the brilliant broil of the tumzahat.
Cloaked and dim, the cadet drifted, while the heedless tumzahat frolicked, melding their energies and dashing off at angles that seemed random until one considered the ley lines that passed through the lesser aetherium. The tumzahat followed the ley lines, feeding on themЧperhaps. Seeking to influence them, certainly. But the Iloheen had constructed the aetheriums in such a way that the ley lines which intersected there were rendered sluggish. They could, so said the engineering tutor, be manipulated, though not by a mere tumzahat. Once downloaded, dominated, and fully integrated into a dtamhza unit, thenЧperhapsЧa tumzahat might have access to sufficient power and focus to manipulate the ley lines from within the aetherium.