<b>Title: </b>The Swimmer and the Green-Skinned Babe<br/><b>The Players: </b>Wendium & Blueflame451<br/><i>Note: This piece was ported from another site, each post shall be replicated verbatim until the partner continues at the bottom.</i><br/><br/><br/>Another week, another computer nerd. While the city had a budding engineering department in its University and had several top-notch engineering firms within the city limits working on any number of fantastic technologies, from practical applications of nanogoo, to AI development, to developing the next generation of spacecraft. It was well documented that Pacifica was sitting on a stockpile of technologies that would reinvent the planet: bio-technology that can change a body on a whim, teleportation tech, advanced cybernetics, the list went on. There were even rumors of beings who could bend the laws of physics to their will. Not to mention the verified presence of an omnisexual, nearly-nymphomaniacal and definitely submissive race of what some called green-skinned space babes.<br/><br/>Well, they weren’t all submissive.<br/><br/>Most of Pacifica’s Four million and counting Dryads, the all-female race that gave them their legendary ‘every day, an orgy’ reputation, were what the locals called ‘Gamma’ Dryads. Short, incredibly voluptuous, able to read the emotions of those around them through an empathic link and a singular mind for ensuring the happiness of those in their midst, through whatever means, their innate intelligence focused on matters of hospitality and keeping the city running. That said nothing of a handful of ‘sexual superpowers’, the most obvious being the aphrodisiac pheromone they emitted in the scent of various flowers.<br/><br/>A rarer few, maybe one in a thousand, were Alphas. Tall, athletic and possessing razor-sharp wits, they lacked their sister’s omni-empathic skill, instead only reading other Dryads. They were stronger, more aggressive and much more able to handle the harder sciences.<br/><br/>Most common, however, were the ‘Deltas’, these were Dryads not born to the green skin and genetic memory of their sisters. They were human girls who ‘took the green’, trading an average life for one with the same powers as the Dryads, minus the empathic skill. Most chose the form of the Alphas, and it was they who could appear human, reasserting their original skin tone at will.<br/><br/>Vanessa ‘Nessa’ Markham, was one such girl, and she’d gone six years since graduating high school and ‘taking the green’, through a college degree in computer science to where she was without a hint of anything more. Until both she and her twin sister (they were hardly twins, not for the last six years, anyway) received a summons.<br/><br/>She smiled at the dossier in front of her, ‘Jake Barrett’ it read, yet another computer nerd. It wasn’t the fact he was a Computer Science major that was noteworthy, but that he was, well, a<i>he</i>. The Dryads, an all-female race, measured a full 40% of the local population. With the rest of the city’s ten million and the nation’s 15 million split roughly 55/45 in favor of women, men were outnumbered three to one. Even the most lopsided recruitment efforts the ministry could muster without running afoul of the outside world thinking they excluded women had trouble changing that balance. Nessa was glad they had one, for a change. Even if it was unusual for a girl like her to get paired up with a newcomer, she wasn’t one to judge the ministry’s matchmaking prowess.<br/><br/><b>Three days later…</b><br/><br/>The last Monday afternoon train of the month was special, it was the one the new recruits came in on. They were rallied at the airport some distance out of town and shuttled in together to meet their guides and roommates at the main transfer platform. Nessa remembered her day, or rather, her father’s, when her single father and his two then-preteen twin daughters arrived in town and they met Crysta and later the green-skinned Dryad, Violet, the women who became, for all intents and purposes, the mothers the sisters never had and for Nessa, inspiration to take the green upon her 18th birthday.<br/><br/>The great city shined like a titanium and sapphire glass jewel in the early summer light behind her, not a cloud in the sky. She waited with a dozen others, the tablet she held in front of her reading ”Jake Barrett”.<br/><br/>Nessa stood six feet even, with an almost-muscular athletic figure (a gift of the green). Wavy black hair with green-tinted highlights and, for today’s occasion, rose blossoms, framed a face of rich, grass-green skin and shimmering emerald eyes. Her voluptuous figure, with breasts a significant fraction of her head’s size were contained in a black tank top above a washboard-flat stomach. Long toned legs and the broad, fertile hips of her adopted race clad in low-riding jeans finished her figure off.<br/><br/>The airport train glided to a halt and its doors hissed open.<br/><br/><br/><i>Jake has been sponsored by someone in the city who, to this point, remained anonymous. Even the ‘psych eval’ performed by an empathic seductress one-night stand he’d never forget escaped his notice as to how he was just that lucky to snag a job opportunity fresh out of one of New York City’s more mundane colleges. He’d accepted a job with CyberWaters, Inc, developing autonomous marine exploration craft and the computers that went with them. </i>