FCF - The Carnivorous Plant

What is the situation

This chapter is the first translation from Czech to English. You are welcome to rewrite it, if you make it better, I will send you 10 000 Gift Points.

Please note that I'm trying to write simplest way possible. The story is moved forwards mostly just by using various events.

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Later the expedition from Earth is in an abandoned building, where the visitors are allowed stay over night. The small hut isn’t completely repaired, as if it was an unfinished renovation.
All three members of the expedition were given some dried meat and water, if they got hungry overnight, a volume of fine leaves for the toilet and a large pile of hay is in the room.
Jerry is obviously concerned about the course of the evening.
"You should be careful about how you're talking, they're not used to your little quirks."
"Relax, they were obviously thrilled that we came." Sammy replies and wants to start a new topic: "It’s strange that people in prehistoric times already know how to behave so nicely to each other."
They both lie in the hay, John stands at the corner of the room and his detectors monitor the surroundings.
"When you can lose your life, you have to find mates.” Jerry replies.
Sammy feels uncomfortable, so he moves to a better spot in the hay, but even through his space suit, it’s still pinching him.
"I thought that these clothes were made from a tight material."
"Could you finally stop that? All I can hear is you and your swishing!"
"Just wait a minute. I'm not used to sleep on cattle food."
Jerry sighs to calm down and nervously rubs his hand over his face.
Sammy finally found the right position for sleeping and feels comfortable. He begins to think about their situation. He looks at John, as he stands in the corner of the room like a statue, but he has a flickering light in his ear. This android is discreet like a big fat bee on a blooming meadow, Sammy thinks.
"Can you guide us back to the ship in the morning, John?"
"Yes, I have kept every path in my database."
"We will simply go to the south, it's easy." Jerry joins in the conversation.
"No wonder you were doing so well with those villagers."
For a moment they are all quiet.
"You haven’t lost your sense of humour, have you?" Sammy concerns.
"No, I’m just thinking about what I found out about them. It's really weird. The intelligent Raali plant lives here, it killed almost the entire population of humanoids, but it suddenly stopped."
"This may explain why our super technological detectors didn’t find anything ten years ago." Sammy replies ironically.
"Also ground probes found nothing back then."
"What do you think, John?"
John turns to them for a while, watching them lying comfortably on the hay.
"I have no data regarding intelligent plants."
"And here we go again."
"However, I tried to apply a parallel adaptation for further understanding during my free time ... I've found out that dominant behaviour of a stronger type usually leads to the extinction of the weaker species." The android continues.
Sammy yawns.
"I don’t like to think, we have no sugar and I want to sleep."
"But we must prepare the message which we will send to Earth. It's our first mission, you forgot or what?" Jerry argues.
Sammy again starts to rustle and turn around on the hay, which is driving Jerry mad again and he regrets that he said anything. Then his annoying colleague gets up. He is approaching the end of the room where is John standing and then checks his face closely.
Suddenly he raises his hand up and gently pokes into the synthetic eye with his finger. John moves back without a word, as if he had an instinct.
"These new types of androids must be quite up-to-date. Parallel adaptation, did you say?"
"Yes, the first firmware with this tool was applied in version 16.20."
Suddenly Sammy figures something out.
"What if the plants come to the same conclusion as John? What if they have developed such a deep consciousness that forces them to think more deeply about their future, what will happen when their food runs out?"
"What?" Jerry asks with no signs of any interest in his voice.
"It's simple. There will be no animals, no people, which means no food. The plants must now try to deliberately prevent their extinction... don’t you get it?" Sammy continues triumphantly, but the look on his face appears as if he was hit on his head by something heavy.
"Yeah, even Jaffa said that the Raali wants them to be happy. It was kinda strange."
Sammy thinks over Jerry's remark, scratches his neck and obviously feels quite uncomfortable. Probably time to go to sleep.
"I will never stop wondering how you people managed to get to know space trips without cognitive learning. You're all so slow." Sammy shakes his head and continues: "Almost every woman here has like five children. Men don’t care about anything other than food and farming."
"It's ancient times, Sammy. What else should it be like?"
"I don’t know, a dance around a totem pole, to be mad at a neighbour, enjoyment with friend's wife? But these aliens are almost always so f***ing cultured, friendly and happy."
Jerry shakes his head disapprovingly thinking Sammy is somekind of freak.
"I think your cognitive head should be checked by doctors. Straight away in the morning after our arrival."
Sammy yawns and goes to sleep. It takes him a while to fall asleep. At night, a few horrors awake him and once he dreams about having sex with one alien woman. It takes ten minutes afterwards to clean his overall.

Rone Sonéz enters his office. He works in SODP, in the so-called Group for Supervisory Over Discovered Planets. As an analyst he together with his colleague is Mimzy responsible for data evaluation and monitoring the compliance of the rules within various missions.
His girlfriend Susan almost cheated on him with agent Sammy and Rone can’t stop think about it. Such a loser and my Susan!
"Our plan is working, Mimzy. I told you it would turn out great."
"As you say, you're the boss." Mimzy replies uncertainly and quietly sips his lemonade.
Rone is convinced that he has the situation under control. Although at this moment they are risking their careers.
"Don’t be such a milksop. We would have to get rid of those two anyway. With the results they have they could become new heroes!"
"I know."
"The bastards would be just telling you, what to do ... we aren’t their servants, right?"
Mimzy in silence once again sips his lemonade. This isn’t a good situation. Rone, however, had no idea that the stress will knock his colleague down, well maybe the thought did cross his mind a little.
"Look, they’ll certainly die on that planet and if not, nobody can prove we falsified the data!"
"But why are we risking so much, Rone?"
"You want to be promoted, right? Look at this."
Rone creates a virtual display with statistics with a wave of his hand in front of Mimzy.
"Over the last two years the failure rate of data from planets has increased by about 2%. I’ll go tomorrow morning to see the general committee and propose new security measures to them to ensure something like that will never happen again."
Mimzy is interested.
„So the two astronauts will actually die for a good reason.“
„Precisely.“
Both analysts let out another meaningful giggle.


It’s early morning. Everything smells of the fresh forest. Jerry in a hurry, runs out of the building where they spent the night, holding the toilet leaves.
He quickly checks the nearest bush for carnivorous leaves, red berries or the antennas that move against the wind, so that he could hunker down and relieve his need.
At this very moment Sammy calls him via the silent communicator.
"Don’t panic, Jerry. Now be quiet and listen, I gotta tell you something very important before it's too late."
"Could you at least wait a second?"
"I just woke up, where are you?"
Jerry is not responding. Sammy comes out to check out the situation and sees Jerry squatting behind a bush.
"Oh I'm sorry."
"It's not very cool, but the result is just the same."
"Ah, good to know. But don’t go anywhere, we have to decide what to do." Sammy replies with a grin and rolls his eyes.
Jerry is finally alone, so he can do the necessary.
After a while Sammy stands inside next to John. The hay remained with two dips where they had been sleeping. John looks busy. With a minimum of information and updates that he received before they set off on the expedition, it must be difficult to get some orientation in a reality for synthetic brain.
"Why's the retard so long?" Sammy states impatiently.
Then his attention focuses on John and he continues via the silent communicator.
"How many times have you used your weapons here, John?"
"Once in the jungle after landing and then Jerry decided to forbid me from using my weapons."
Sammy is lightly kicking the hay nearby, while spinning his pulse pistol on his finger.
"Check everything that we have said, every dialogue, every mention of anything from the moment we landed on Zebra. Has anybody mentioned that we can call a remote module that transports us back to the ship?"
„No, Sammy.“ John answers within a few seconds.
Jerry is coming back to the house, he is relaxed and feels fine.
"What was it about?"
"I have to eat something quickly or I’ll die." Sammy exhales.
"That's why you needed to talk to me so badly? I can offer you a little help over there behind that bush."
Sammy doesn’t accept the notion with much satisfaction.
"Sometimes I wonder how the hell you managed to get any kind of social status on Earth with this sense of humour."