Gallop, gallop, gallop, Fuchur ran with all his might through the corridor shouting so as not to hurt anyone.

Hiiiiiiiii, he's here!

Tappapapapapapapa, a horde of girls were running through the corridors of the ship to catch Fuchur...

Fuchur, cornered, fell backwards and curled up in a ball with his wings as a tent for protection.

The girls and maidens had their heart-shaped eyes and fell in love with the poor creature.

Fuchur, in a ball, trembled and this made him even more attractive to the children and teenagers.

Then one girl pulled something terrible for Fuchur. The ultimate weapon any dragon could not resist. She came out of her case and the other girls started to mutter silently so as not to give Fuchur any clues.

Catherine: Fuchur, you are done! I have the ultimate weapon! Surrender!

Fuchur: "No, I'd rather die!"

Giihii, hahah, chick flick.

Catherine: "This is my last warning!"

Fuchur started crying and whimpering!

Madaaaammmm Tick! Madddaaaaaaaaaaamme, they're mean to me! All tears werehed down on his personal assistant;

TSSSSSSSS said Catherine pointing to a metal die! "See, you can't call anyone when I get this."

"Nooooo I want to pooooooooo " whimpering but, deep down, he was still amused by the situation. It was a bit like a mass flirting ritual, it was the same in the village except he was never stuck and always ended up splashing in the river.

Catherine: "You leave me no choice."

Fuchur: "Naaaaaann."

And Catherine took a feather out of the scabbard and quizzed the folds of Fuchur's wings, so he had to fold them down and show his pretty face.

He was covered with kisses on purpose plated with glass and lipstick that stood out superbly on his light blue skin.

They all wanted him to blow snow and make ice cream out of the hot chocolate and coffee cream machine.

But the problem came when the rumour was confirmed that dragons could have children with humans.

The girls' hormones exploded and they all looked at Fuchur as a beautiful, original partner and they all dreamed of having a muscular Wyvern baby with beautiful white hair who could fly, live in space and blow hot and cold and stay eternally young. Guys could go and get dressed. And also they thought guilty, long and fat guilty. And when they learned that Fuchur loved Vermithraxa and Auberone, why not ME?? A harem for two, why not for more??? while we're at it.

The toilets were scrawled with dragon drawings, vulgar scenes and the girls' personal numbers were even etched on the walls of the toilets used by Fuchur.

The repeated incident came to the commander's attention.

He remarked to Fuchur to stop doing the don juan and to keep himself exclusively in study, otherwise it was the fridge with the others.

Fuchur crawled to the commandant's office and asked for forgiveness.

But Major Perry knew it wasn't his fault but was relieved at the welcome the students gave to a real ALIEN. Fuchur was a real alien and also living proof of their existence. Humans had found life forms or semi-life forms in the form of microbes or fungi in space but here we had an intelligent, beloved, kind and hybridisable life form.

Perry's goals were not yet clear but this class was an experiment in itself.

Despite its monstrous inert horror film-like appearance - a dragon still looks like a toothed Xenormorph, tall and clawed like a super predator - the gesture, movement and living behaviour of this creature was ice-breaking, welcoming, accepted despite physiological differences and ultimately loved. Which is a very difficult thing, even for a human. To be loved.

Beauty, art, and love are inseparable.

The tests are positive and Fuchur, does not show over-intellectualism, but is within the norms with humans. There is no obvious biological threat to Fuchur and no significant intellectual difference. He's not going to crush chess players or make a technological revolution. But he is capable of work, discipline, and above all a sense of right and wrong. Which is a great thing. He will be able to integrate into a society and live in it without society being a threat to him or him.

Fuchur is therefore a good Lambda candidate for his future projects. He opened his retro computer, because his design is a piece of art and he likes to type the texts himself rather than have an assistant do it for him.

When the Computer Ai asked him his name for the security protocol he typed : World!

He had crazy plans and these dragons were going to be his leverage for the financial development of his new business.

These dragons were a gold mine for him and there was no way he was going to sell them or release them like that. They wanted a new life? Yes, but they would have to build it for him, Weyland Yutani Perry, the founder of this promising company.

Having seen the incredible abilities of dragons in a hostile environment and the dusty terraforming equipment and the cost in safety equipment. The dragons represented a strong, skilled and unexpected workforce for Perry and the strong family ties could serve as leverage and also the debt they owed him!

He rubbed his hands together and kept that angelic facade that characterized him and promised him a bright future.

An empire would be born from his hands and he now had his legionnaires in the fridge.

Every day he watched the evolution report of Vermithraxa for her lessons.

But one thing, a bit of a pity in his eyes was that the transformation into a human could not last too long.

Indeed, I was 1/4 human but that didn't mean that I could stay 1/4 of my time as a human. Even if I was 1/8 or 1/16 dragon, the dominant genes remained Dragons.

We had a chain of different chromosomes. We weren't exclusive like living beings but Inclusive beings. We could reproduce with almost anything technically. An eel could create a sea serpent or a snake dragon. The dragon gene didn't share, it incorporated the characteristic.

Let's say I was 1/16 dragon, I would still have the dragon shape but my intellect and my tendencies and madness would be human and my reproduction rate would be higher.

But the human form is actually a sexual trait. A 25-metre mastodon could not mate with a person who is 1.5 or even 2 metres tall.

So the transformation takes place in a heat where estrogen is active. Basically every time I have sex with a human, I can get pregnant for sure.

The pill, it prevents the transformation, which is unheard of.

The humanized body retains the resistance and characteristics of the dragon form.

But you can transform at will. But at the end of a lunar cycle, the transformation into a dragon begins again. It takes a few days to recover before attempting another transformation, because the body still needs to regain its strength and the transformation is often painful and exhausting.

So I was taking courses in hyper chemistry, astronautics, safety, visual arts, singing, music and unified art, and the basics of intelligent art which is an evolution of computer science and artificial intelligence. It was very, very important and marked a clear behavioural difference between people of the 21st century and those of the 23rd century. 200 years is the difference between a grumpy Napoleon living in a hovel and a computer scientist living in a home automation house. These are two separate worlds.

But I was afraid to reveal the magic that could make the difference between life and death and slavery or freedom.

I was questioned and I passed these powers off as being from Arcadia and that with distance, it would disappear and what was left was psychometric and telekinesis, an energy of the soul that animated our breaths and gave them their capacities of heat, cold, poison.

But my goal was: TO SURVIVE, even as slaves. We all accepted the price.

We were all willing to pay the price for the young and the eggs at the end of our legs.

The children were our greatest treasure and Weyland knew it.

When your ship sinks, we even climb aboard the devil's bark.