The Queen of Hearts
It was one of those things you see only once in a lifetime.
She was on a viewscreen, part of a conversation I wasn't part of.
The ambassador had learned to speak the queen's language, but I had not.
She had a pleasant voice, though, alien, but still feminine to a human male's ear.
She reminded me of my mother with her silver-flecked Afro puff piled high and proudly into the air – in the queen it seemed to be a kind of energy emanating in waves from what I took as her head.
This was not her image, actually – it was the best our computers could make of her appearance when she communicated with human visitors to the star system she ruled.
She did seem kind – a benevolent ruler. It seemed too that the ambassador was enjoying his conversation with her.
I was actually just bringing an engineering report to the captain, just passing through the bridge.
It was one of those things you see once in a lifetime.
My mother was ticked when I called home.
“Well, I guess I raised you to know a great lady when you see one!” she said. “Extra points for the queen's choice of energy-hair style!”
“Yes, Mom, for sure. Tell Dad I said hey, and let him know we're heading back toward home now.”
Another striking rendering and zoom out of the fractal of the week -- zooming back in for the last one ... with some double vision!