Robot Adept

“And glad I be that thou didst rescue me,” she responded. Then she tickled him on a rib.  They rolled and laughed and made explosively tender love, then sought a fruit tree for food. This island, however magically crafted and maintained, was a paradise, with many bearing trees. It was always moderately bright by day, with the sunlight coming down as if diffused by beneficial clouds, and moderately cool by night, for comfortable sleeping. There was a house on it, but they hardly used this, because Fleta had no need of it and Mach had no desire for what she did not share.  But as time passed, their satisfaction waned. “No offense to you,” Mach said cautiously, “but I find myself increasingly restive. Maybe it is because I am not accustomed to being alive.”

“Dost miss those naked girls o’ thy frame?” she inquired teasingly. She was naked herself, having no use for clothing, here. She could appear in girlform clothed or unclothed, as she chose. Her equine coat translated into a black cape, her socks to stockings, and her hooves to shoes. What happened to these items when she appeared naked, Mach had never ascertained; and she, teasingly, had never explained.

“No, that means nothing in Proton, only that they are serfs. But with you—“

“Have I not done my best to please thee, thy way?” she asked. “To have sex with thee when I be not in heat?” For she, being a unicorn mare, normally sought such interaction only when the breeding cycle demanded, and then with such intensity as to wear out any man. Her shape might be completely human, for this, but her underlying nature remained equine. The unicorns owed more to animal lineage than to human.

“Indeed you have!” he agreed. “But I want more.”

She frowned. “Mayhap another filly? Be thou eager to start a herd?”

He laughed. “No, of course not! You are all I want, and all I love! But—“

“Thou dost want me in other shape? I thought—“

“No, Fleta!” he exclaimed. “I want to marry you!”

She considered. “As the humans marry? Mating restricted one to the other, for all o’ their lives?”

“Yes.”

“But this be not the animal way, Mach. We have no need o’ such a covenant.”

“I think I do. I think of you as human.”

“I be not human,” she said firmly. “That be why thy folk—Bane’s folk—oppose our association o’ this manner. And my dam, Neysa—ne’er will she accept our union.”

He sighed. “I know it. And I think we cannot have a valid marriage without the approval of your kind or mine. So we are forced to cooperate with the Adverse Adepts, whose policies I think I should oppose.”

“I tried to free thee from this choice,” she reminded him.

“By suiciding!” he exclaimed. “You almost freed me from the need to exist!”

“Aye, I know that now,” she said contritely.

“So here we are in paradise, with no future.”

“Mayhap we could have a future, o’ a kind, if—“

He glanced sharply at her. “You know a way to per suade our relatives?”

“Mayhap. If we could but breed.”

“Breed? You mean, have offspring? That’s impossible.”

“Be it so?” she asked wistfully. “Not for aught would I dismay thee, Mach, but how nice it would be to have a foal o’ our own. Then might the relatives have to accept our union.”

“But human stock and animal stock—you may assume human form, but as you said, that doesn’t make you human. The genes know! They deal with the reality.”

“Yet must it have happened before. Surely the harpies derive from bird and human, and the vampires from bats and human, and the facility with which we unicorns learn the human semblance and speech suggests we share ancestry.”

“And the werewolves,” he agreed, intrigued. “If it happened before, perhaps it is possible again.”

“I really want thy foal,” she said.

“There must be magic that can make it feasible,” he said, the idea growing on him. “Perhaps Bane would be able to—“

“Not Bane!” she protested. “I want thine!”

“Uh, yes, of course. But I am no Adept. I’m a fledgling at magic. I don’t know whether—“

“Thou didst make the floating boat,” she pointed out.  “Thou didst null the spell the Red Adept put on me. That be no minor magic.”

“In extremes, I may have done some good magic,” he admitted. “But I was lucky. For offspring I would need competence as well as luck.”

“Then make thyself a full Adept, as Bane is growing to be,” she urged. “Enchant thyself and me, that we may be fertile together. Success in that would make up for all else we lack.”

“You’re right!” he said with sudden conviction. “I must become Adept in my own right!” But almost immediately his doubt returned. “If only I knew how!”

“My Rovot Adept,” she said fondly. “Canst thou not practice?”

“Surely I can. But there are problems. No spell works more than once, so I cannot perfect any particular technique of magic without eliminating it for future use.  That makes practice chancy; if I found the perfect spell, it might be too late to use it.”

“Yet if thou didst seek advice—“