Coming Of The Overman I give you power to create life out of lifelessness. From the Earth's clay, manufacture a woman, she who shall be Eve to a new humanity, and become mother of Stormangels! --- Iblis Jinn, The Shaitan [November 9, 2030. Dukedom Of Saxe-Coburg Germany] A grand command chair rested on a central platform -- a throne! From the forward part of the circular operations deck, she shouted orders in a dialect she had never heard before, a language that hinted at being influenced by both German and Sanskrit, though it contained guttural “K's” and “T's”, sounds that were not heard in any known human language. Those in the work pit of the vessel who managed the helm and other systems of the monstrous predatory golden bird-serpent starship obeyed her and set a course toward her selected targets. Over in a corkscrew rolled the large vessel, a smooth elegant rotation that swooped around in the vast dimensions of deep wide-open space, unencumbered by right, left or up and down to bring its weapons to bear upon its prey.
