An Essay on Learning and Cooperation

This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using MetaAI. 
Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world,

customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles.

Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman

A TALE of TWO KAJIRAE

In the bustling marketplace of a grand city within the Salarian Confederacy, two young kajirae were hard at work preparing for the city’s grand Jubilee Celebration. The city, known for its rich history and vibrant culture, was abuzz with excitement as its inhabitants eagerly expected the festivities.

One of the kajirae, named Alina, hailed from the lush Jungles of Schendi, south of Bazi. With her Latina features, sun-kissed skin, and dark, flowing hair, she brought a touch of exotic beauty to the marketplace. Her companion, Zara, was a slight-framed woman from the arid Tahari Desert, with long, black hair that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall. She had been collared and sent north from the port city of Ianda.

Their masters were kind and treated them well, and the two girls had quickly become friends despite their different backgrounds. Today, they were tasked with setting up displays and games that represented the city’s long history and success.

As they worked, they encountered an unexpected challenge: their native dialects of the common Gorean language. Alina’s accent was thick with the musical tones of the Schendi region, while the harsh, guttural sounds of the desert tribes influenced Zara’s speech.

“Pass me the ribbons, please,” Alina said, her words melodic.

Zara looked at her quizzically. “The what?”

“The ribbons,” Alina repeated, pointing to a bundle of colorful strips.

“Oh, you mean the ‘ribbans’,” Zara said, emphasizing the different pronunciation. She handed them over with a smile.

They both laughed at the minor misunderstanding and continued their work, each learning to adapt to the other’s way of speaking. As they decorated the stalls and set up games, they shared stories of their homelands.

“In the Jungles of Schendi, we have trees so tall they touch the sky,” Alina said, her eyes sparkling with pride. “And the fruits are so sweet, they taste like honey.”

Zara nodded, her own eyes filled with wonder. “In the Tahari, we have vast dunes of golden sand that stretch as far as the eye can see. And at night, the stars are so bright, it feels like you can reach out and touch them.”

Their bond grew stronger with each passing moment, and they worked in perfect harmony. When a gust of wind threatened to topple one of their displays, they quickly sprang into action, securing it with a teamwork that spoke of their growing friendship.

By the end of the day, the marketplace was a riot of color and activity, ready for the Jubilee Celebration. Alina and Zara stood back to admire their handiwork, their hearts filled with a sense of accomplishment.

“We did it,” Alina said, beaming at her friend.

“Yes, we did,” Zara agreed, her smile just as bright. “Together.”

As the sun set over the city, casting a golden glow over the marketplace, the two kajirae knew that they had not only prepared for a grand celebration but had also forged a lasting friendship that would endure long after the festivities were over.

The next day, Alina and Zara were assigned to prepare a grand tapestry that depicted the city’s founding. The tapestry was old and delicate, requiring careful handling. As they unrolled it, a section of the fabric tore slightly.

“Oh, no!” Alina exclaimed, her heart sinking.

“Don’t worry, we can fix it,” Zara said calmly. She fetched a needle and thread, and together they mended the tear. Their fingers worked deftly, and they whispered to each other, offering encouragement and sharing stories to pass the time.

Just as they finished repairing the tapestry, a group of children ran through the marketplace, knocking over a stack of clay pots that the girls had carefully arranged for a game. The pots shattered, and the girls looked at each other in dismay.

“We’ll have to start over,” Zara said with a sigh.

“Yes, but we can do it,” Alina replied, her voice filled with determination.

They gathered the broken pieces and cleaned up the mess. As they worked, they laughed and joked, their spirits undaunted by the setbacks. They found joy in each other’s company and took pride in their ability to overcome challenges together.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, the marketplace was once again ready for the Jubilee Celebration. The tapestry hung proudly, and the clay pots were replaced with new ones, each carefully arranged.

Alina and Zara stood back to admire their work, their faces glowing with satisfaction.

“We did it again,” Alina said, her eyes shining.

“Yes, we did,” Zara agreed, her smile warm and genuine. “Together.”

As the city prepared to celebrate its founding, the two kajirae knew that they had not only contributed to the festivities but had also strengthened their bond of friendship through patience, understanding, and mutual support.

I sat back at a distance watching the two kajirae working together. At first I watched with anticipation that one would lose her temper and scold or even strike the other. I had see such behavior often enough during my travels seeing work chains put to a task where one weaker slave on a chain could delay a task being completed and cause the entire chain to be whipped. But as I sat watching these two girls working through their assigned tasks, without supervision I felt a strange admiration for them despite them being in the collar. 

I came to realize that within a Gorean community, its that self-less desire to serve others that is the foundation of a successful Gorean city. Oh, each kajirae comes with different although sometimes similar challenges to face, both by themselves in adjusting to their new cities and their masters and mistresses, but yet it’s the kajirae and their various activities and services that bind the Goreans together and make their cities unique. Here at Port Olni, if is an unusual day to walk into our city and not be greeted by someone, be they merchant, low caste, or kajirae. We are unique in that regard. Maybe, just maybe, it’s why we are preparing to celebrate our 15th year since our founding.