I Only Have Eyes For You Written by B.L. Smith Copyright  ©  March 2, 2004  B.L. Smith All Rights Reserved

Credits: Thanks Darl, Crystal, Suz, Jan for all your help and encouragement.  A very special thanks to my beta?s, Evelyn and Ilene, if it were not for the both of you and your courageous editing this story would never have been finished.   Rated: NC17 for sexual content Violence: None Sexual Violence: None Subtext: None it is all main text. All feedback is welcome BLSmith3@hotmail.com 0800 Hours Monday 05.19.3515 Corneas The Internal Communications Core (ICC) on sub-level 56b was ablaze with activity. Seven terminal chairs were occupied by seven bodies, all busily monitoring different levels of interplanetary communications. Tom2036 explained the details of the position as he and Alex ambled around the circular room. Tom2036 is a short, rotund man who walked with a rolling gait. He is the (SAC) Section Administrative Chief for all three shifts of the CORE communications room on Corneas. ?It?s usually very busy during the day but it will be much quieter on your 2300 to 0700 graveyard shift, Alex.? The SAC said as he waved his hand across the sensor, opening the door to the Crew Chief?s sublet. The Crew Chief?s sublet is a basic 10? by 8' box.  In the center of the Command Console is an Ardulian black leather COM chair with AVRS (automated voice retractable system).  The Command Console has a built in DSC (digital selective controller) for full-duplex front line technology transmitter/receiver voice recognition operation. It's all operated by the independent Atlas12 Computer with Fortran77 interfaces, efficient in lateral and bilateral implementation and automatic tuned nonlinear, massively paralleled fourier detection system. Harsh overhead fluorescents automatically dimmed when the COM chair is activated.  On the south wall is the TFT 5? by 4? plasma 3-D screen with voice activation. ?As you can see, the sublet has an independent Atlas12 with a direct link to the mainframe.?  Exhaling loudly, Tom wrinkled his brow and rubbed his pink gorilla-sized hand across his chin as though in deep thought. ?Our main concern at present ? ? he trailed off. He stared into space as though distracted, apparently finding it difficult to choose the right words. In an almost inaudible whisper he continued, ?Your main priority will be looking for unregistered communications.  We?ve had some illegal transmissions in the past and we are trying to find the Mole.? ?A mole, sir??  Alex asked, puzzled by the name. ?Yes, it?s the official code given for these situations,? Tom explained. His dark eyes hardened like stone chips. ?You must report any unauthorized transmissions immediately.  Do you understand, Alex??  drilled Tom, as he made direct eye contact with her.   Alex nodded, trying not to look at her boss?s shiny, bald head reflecting the different colored blinking lights from the CORE?s main terminal. ?Mary3999 will bring you up to speed when you report tonight?, Tom informed her in a commanding voice.  His manner had changed from informal to the stoic personage of a Section Administrative Chief.  Alex noticed the difference and said, ?Yes, sir.? After shaking hands, her boss gave her a security communication badge and led her out of the ICC. The ICC main door soundlessly slid shut behind Alex as she chuckled with relief.  She was going to enjoy her new duty station. She would still have her privacy in her personal sublet. It was a promotion made in heaven; solitude and a pay raise. With the added bonus of the graveyard differential,  what else could she ask for. As she walked the corridors of sub-level 56b, Alex smiled to herself.  She would spend the rest of her allotment credits for the month at the REC  room.  With the huge pay increase, she could now afford to go kayaking on a weekly basis.  She also thought the orange colored walls and carpet on this level were a definite improvement from Level 30b?s slime-green. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1113 Hours Monday 05.19.3515 Corneas The REC room on 56b was packed, with almost the entire crew from the swing shift and possibly some late day shift stragglers on their lunch breaks. Alex inquired at the scheduling desk if a Halo-Room was available.  The attendant told her they were all filled for the day and that she needed to book a few days in advance to reserve a room. She reserved a room for Saturday morning after her shift would end and then headed over to the juice bar that was located in the center of the room.  56b?s REC room was a domed room fitted with polished steel and suspended black cement support beams, approximately 50 feet in circumference. The juice bar was constructed of molded black polyurethane that had the appearance and function of glass, and the durability of steel. The carpet was dark mustard with a wine colored trim.  She ordered a juice-stimulant and eyed the faces in the room to get a feel for her new home. ?Hey!  You?re new... my name is Steve, do you mind if I sit next to you??  A  tall, dark, curly haired man in his mid twenties, dressed in orange dungarees asked.  Not waiting for a reply, he climbed onto the stool next to Alex. ?How?d you guess that I'm new?? Alex queried with a smile as she took a sip of her drink.  She wasn?t in the mood for conversation but decided to be polite considering this was her first day on level 56b.