RIVERIN SHORT STORY " A new beginning "


    My name is Richard Riverin. I am a careered artist-painter living in Hilton Head Island, SC. I am 75 years old, five feet nine inches tall, handsome for my age, in
    good shape and still sharp mentally.

    It is the reward for working out every day and jog three to four times a week. I also play golf three times a week and work at my Hilton Head Island art gallery.
    My wife is still with me and I feel blessed to have a lifetime companion on my side at the autumn of my life.

    We moved to Hilton Head Island, SC from Naples Florida in 2004 shortly after my return from The Perpendicular World. I waited seven years to write about it,
    afraid of being ridiculed but finally, I thought it might influence some people to develop their ability to do astral trips. I developed my own ability to do those out of
    body trips much earlier when I spent some time at the Benedictine Monastery, Eastern Quebec province.

    That was in my early thirties and I had not done it again until that event in Naples that led me to the Perpendicular world. The reason I did not pursue it is that it is
    dangerous when you separate your soul from your body; there is a moment when your body might die and if you survive that moment and strengthen an invisible
    link between your soul and the body’s mind, you are free to go and fly everywhere at the speed of light. You can pass through the walls,
    observe people and even get into their mind. You can influence them once you get into their mind and that’s what, according to a book I once read, the
    Rosicrucians do to save the world from evil destruction. I read in that book that the Rosicrucians are led by an angel and try to protect the world as much as they
    can for a sixty years period every century.

    Shortly after I moved my art gallery to Naples, many years ago, I started to have problems; all kind of problems. My partner emptied the joint bank account and
    started to borrow paintings from our inventory. We ended up with two art galleries and him getting the best location. Then there were problems with my landlord
    that ended up in an aggression on me, an arrest of the Landlord and his wife and a lawsuit.

    Lise, my charming wife wanted to get back in Montreal and something, some kind of interior message was telling me to hang on, that better days were ahead. I
    did not want to lose her; I loved her dearly but my twins and oldest daughter were living in Montreal and I missed them too. To go through those hard times, I was
    taking long walks at 5:30AM following an old trail in the everglades close to Marco Island. It was dangerous; there were black bears there and
    Florida panthers and salt water crocodiles. It was one of two spots in Florida were you could find these crocodiles.  I was armed with a long knife and a
    quarterstaff. I never met anyone while taking those walks and I liked that. I had found a nice resting place to sit and think about my life and my values.
    I would just relax and abandoned myself to whatever come to my mind.

    In those meditating moments, I started to get images coming up at the corner of my left eye; they would not stay long enough for me to see what they were. I
    decided to try to immobilize one of those images; every day I tried to do it and one day I succeeded to catch the fast disappearing images and saw a strange
    world. At that time I wondered what would happen if I did an astral trip to that world; I relaxed every part of my body, eliminated all thoughts from my mind and
    then tried to turn over from right to left and back up out of my body; I succeeded, I went out and saw myself underneath and I could still see the strange world. I
    tried to move there and suddenly I was there, sitting on the ground, in a wheat field and in my body. I was there, trapped on another world, a dangerous world
    since I could hear from a distance the roars of a large predator.

    I was under shock; I should have thought about the danger of trying to do an astral trip to another world but no, I didn’t even think, I just did it. I often hate myself
    and regret the risks I took; all my life I put myself in trouble and by incredible luck and a strong sense of immediate danger did I survive. Now that was just the
    worse move I had ever done. There was a nearby forest of extremely tall trees with creepers coming down from the lowest branches. I ran to it and climb up the
    enormous trees and found all I needed to survive in the canopy.

    I spent many years there; I was alone for the first few years and I cried many times thinking about my wife and my children, my friends, all those people that I
    would never meet again. One day , I met the Birdies, an alien species that had evolve to a very high technological and philosophical level; they had built
    spaceships, visited a number of worlds before landing there and decided that here would be their home from now on. They were telepaths and they helped me
    develop some latent powers that we, humans, would be blessed with in millions of years more of evolution if we survive that long.

    I got younger on that world.

    One day, I started to get those fast disappearing images at the corner of my left eye and I found my way back to Earth; in the same spot and at the same time I
    had left. I realized that the time line on this strange world was perpendicular to our time line so I could go there and spend several years and come back at the
    same time I left. I called it “The Perpendicular World” and made many trips there over the years but not lately, though, I think I lost the ability to do it.
    My wife doesn’t know about my trips to the Perpendicular World and if I had told her, she would not have believed me and she would not have like it. Lise doesn’
    t want anything weird in her life and I respect that.

    Then, we moved to Hilton Head Island, South-Carolina where I became a member of the Palmetto Dunes Club. A fine group of people made that club and I felt
    welcome, I felt at home there.

    I lived a quiet life for a few years, playing golf three days per week and spending time at the gallery the rest of the week. Lise and I had a long walk every night or
    a long bike ride on the firm beach or through the streets of Palmetto Dunes community.

    One day, Lise saw an ad in the local newspaper about a drug dealer auction; the ad mentioned that there were some great masters’ paintings to be auctioned.
    We went to the auction and I found amongst the sculptures an alien artifact! I was a chemist and could tell that the metal it was made of could not be of Earth
    origin. That artifact was a door to Eden, an artificial world built by a highly advanced species to save some of us before extinction. It was a real Eden, a
    paradise where we don’t grow old and in fact get rejuvenated to some degree. There were beautiful villages, golf courses, beaches, food dispensers and robots
    taking care of everything. I wrote about it in my story “One Step to Eden”.

    I succeeded to convince my wife to step with me through the artifact field and come for a visit of Eden. We both love it but wouldn’t live there forever and we
    came back to our quiet and happy life in Hilton Head Island where I could pursue my career as an artist. There is a 16 million$ house on the beach that will
    belong to whoever find it and enter the gate. I gave the gate code in my story “One Step to Eden” and you can read it amongst others in my website. I wish you
    good luck if you try to find it since the house is not easy to find.

    My life was simple and I enjoyed it but events started to accumulate; I wrote two more short stories: “Dracula” and “Saint-Joseph Castle”. The first one is about
    the Balboars Earth invasion. I had to wake up Dracula who was sleeping for a thousand years in his hidden castle and convince him to help me fight the

    The other was about a Muslim terrorist group; again I used the powers I developed on the Perpendicular World to find their training camp. I was working directly
    under the President of the USA but I faced Satan the real leader of the Ayatollah Khardani terror group just before the camp was destroyed by a USA bomber
    and I was thrown away, far away, on an evil world from where I escaped to get to the Ring World and Saint-Joseph castle.  I found out that this is where our souls
    go when we die, carried there by some kind of light beams. I visited the reception office and Saint-Joseph answered kindly my questions about where come
    from and what the purpose of our lives is. I had so many questions and he answered all of them with infinite patience and kindness.

    But I came back; God returned me to my Hilton Head Island condo where I thought I would be able to live again the quiet life. I was wrong and everything was
    about to change.

                                                                                             Writing Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story

    It started with the writing of a trilogy. I wrote it in Naples Florida, I wrote the trilogy over a period of 4 years and I titled it “Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story”. I wasn’t
    prepared for writing. I never expected to write a novel one day. I was a chemist graduated from Sherbrooke University in Quebec, Canada that had turned into
    an artist-painter. Beside I grew up talking French only and I learned the rudiments of English when I moved to the USA in 1992.

    In that story, I was one of the main characters, I had strange dreams at night with images of another world and those dreams were different, they seemed
    real and I heard voices, many voices talking to me at the same time.

    I was contacted by the Guardians, immaterial voyagers; spirits of great power visiting our galaxy. They convinced me to recruit a number of people with special
    qualities for an afterworld odyssey, a mission that would possibly decide the fate of mankind.

    The Guardians had come from the future; they had just visited a very unique and strange world inhabited by many sentient species, amongst them was one that
    showed a rare quality: compassion. That species was mankind, two human colonies of our descendants lived happily on that world; they were the survivors’
    descendants of a spaceship crash landing.

    There was a crystal city on that world left there a million years before by Les Semeurs and that city contained enhancing devices that would transform a species
    into powerful wizards.

    Les Semeurs had left monuments on many life bearing worlds with messages about the crystal city and its enhancing devices and many technologically
    advanced civilizations had found their world but had not yet found the hidden and well protected Crystal City.

    The Guardians tried to communicate with the Humans living on that world but none of them were telepaths. They even tried to transport some of them to the
    Crystal city but a very powerful force prevented them to interfere. So they went backward in time and back to the world of origin, Earth, where they tried to find
    one human with telepathic power. They found none. They went through the centuries and finally found me. My body had been submerged in pulsating magnetic
    fields, three times a week for thirty years and had been changed. I was a telepath.

    They contacted me in my sleep, showing me images of that world and slowly explaining to me the importance of sending there a group of humans with the
    mission to find the crystal city. I would have to recruit special people and The Guardians would catch their souls as they die and take them to that world where
    they would give them a young adult body with additional powers.

    In my story, being one of the characters, I wrote that I thought that the best way to recruit those people was to write a trilogy about that gigantic world and I named
    it “Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story”. So in my trilogy, in my novels, I was one of the characters writing the trilogy. Strange right?

    The planet had a low gravity for its size; it was made of layers of worlds separated by miles of rock. There were hidden access to these underworlds and the
    surface of that gigantic world had been transformed into a beautiful park by that ancient species Les Semeurs before they disappeared millions of years ago
    leaving the crystal city and its enhancing devices that would transform a species unit into an immortal with the ability to fly or jump instantly onto other worlds light
    years apart.

    The crystal city was hidden in the Land of Magic and its access was protected by a number of deadly traps; the ancient species obviously wanted to leave the
    enhancing devices to an ingenious and morally sound younger species that once enhanced, would take over the control of the entire galaxy and allow other
    species to mature without fearing destruction or enslavement from more powerful and aggressive ones.

    You might wonder how come I could submerge my body in pulsating magnetic fields. I had bought many years before the contact with The Guardians a
    magnetopulse. I had read articles about its use as a therapeutic machine that could cure almost any kind of degenerative or inflammatory sickness. So I
    bought one for me and after trying it, I bought many more and started a biotherapy clinic and treated with the magnetopulses desperate sick people and I cured
    them, hundreds of them before the police showed up with representatives of the college of physicians, seize all the equipment and charged me with hundreds of
    illegal medicine acts.

    I had to close my biotherapy clinic but I kept one magneto pulse for myself and laid in it a few hours each week for many years and my body was altered by the
    pulsating magnetic fields; it had affected my brain too and made me more creative and energetic.

    One year after I started getting the pulsating magnetic field treatments, I began beating my neighbor who was a worldwide backgammon champion. I would call
    the dices and more often than not I was getting the ones I wanted. I also started to play better golf; I became the only human telepath and finally was contacted by
    the Guardians.

    I told them that I wanted to be one of the recruits; I told them that I didn’t want to go to Heaven and adore God for the rest of the eternity. I had never met him, didn’
    t know about His qualities so how could I like Him, love Him, adore Him…I thought that God being infinitely more intelligent than me would know if I lie so the only
    thing I could tell God was congratulation for your infinitely complex universe; there is so much beauty on Earth and beside thank you God for giving us the women
    and the sexual pleasure and the feelings of love;  yes I could find many things to thank Him for  but spending an eternity to tell Him how much I adore Him, no… I
    very much preferred to risk my life again and try to find that old city. They told me they were not sure that God exist; they never met Him even though they had
    traveled for millions of years and my idea of Heaven was quite amusing.

    They said we would not grow old in our new bodies but we could be killed either accidentally or by aliens or a variety of predators that roamed the surface of that
    world. They would give us some armament, swords, knives, bows, lances and the ability to get into speed under attack and they would give us a sense of
    direction to the crystal city.

    In my story, I kept thinking about it; about the different ways to recruit people without being put into a mental institution and my initial plan to write a trilogy on a
    group of people brought to that world by the Guardians seemed to be the best way to do it. I told the Guardians of my plans and I asked the Guardians to
    influence the ones that would be great candidates, to come to my art gallery. If they buy one of my paintings, I told them, and if I give them the novels, they would
    be recruited. I would be one of the characters in the book, an artist-painter living in Naples, FL.

    I wrote the trilogy over a period of 4 years and the business became real good. It happened in my real in my life and in the story; my real life seemed to be
    influenced by what my character in the story was writing. The Guardians were influencing a lot of people to come to my art gallery and I gave a lot of books.
    Why not use the Guardians help for a more comfortable and happier rest of my life…

    I wasn’t sure if I was sane though since I had no more contact with the Guardians and over the years, I started to wonder if these contacts truly happened. One
    thing though, I was very happy. My wife Lise didn’t like it when I was talking about Ghama-2 to a potential candidate. She thought I would be laughed at and she
    didn’t believe that I had been contacted by spirits. I was crazy perhaps all mixed up between what happened in my story and what was happening in my real life.

    It came to my mind that perhaps those characters that I created in my trilogy, John, Joan, Father O’Leary, Krishna and many more could actually exist in a
    parallel universe. I thought that God could actually make it real; that God would perhaps create the worlds and the characters of my novels.
    It was foolish right? But it was not so foolish since I met some of my characters on the evil world (read “Saint-Joseph castle”) and it was with their help that I
    escaped from that world and got to the ring world where I met Saint-Joseph and visited his castle and the Admission Office. But then again, I was lost, caught in
    my mind between the adventures I wrote, thinking they really happened. But did they? Was I in communication with a double of me from a parallel universe,
    sharing his adventures and thinking it really happened to me?

    When I wrote the trilogy, I never thought that writing it would change my life and man destiny forever.

                                                                                                                  A New Beginning

    I didn’t know why I was waking up with the intuition that something important just happened. I was waking up from the deepest sleep and that was rare for I
    didn’t sleep very much. I usually wake up four or five times a night to go to the bathroom and then I would walk a few minutes through the condo to prevent my
    night cramps. These inconveniences come with age and at 75 years old, I couldn’t complain. Old age little problems!

    My usual thirty minutes morning workout followed by fifteen minutes jogging weren’t enough to prevent aging. I didn’t want to but I was aging nevertheless. I could
    just slow down the degenerative process. I had not been to the Perpendicular World for a little more than five years; I lost the ability to go there and
    that’s where I have been rejuvenating my body from time to time. I have been aging faster since my last trip there; I hoped I still had an extra twenty years to live;
    that would be time enough to reach my summit as an artist-painter.

    As I was getting up, I looked for my back and legs pain and there was no pain, I felt great, strong with a zest of excitement. Amazingly, I felt 60 years younger.

    My God what was happening to me? I walked to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to prepare my usual tomato sandwich. That’s what I use to eat every
    morning to stay slim. But that morning, I was hungry, ravenous. Perhaps I thought, I could eat steak and eggs as breakfast today. Oh boy, I felt so young, so full of

    There was a note floating over the dining room table…. and, a very strange suitcase set against my chair.

    A note does not float over a table; it is against the law of gravity. I rubbed my eyes, pinched my arm and the note was still floating. I was awake, I knew it; I had
    just pinch my arm and felt some pain. I looked around for this had to be a hoax; somebody might be hiding, pulling on invisible strings to keep the note from
    falling on the table. But there was no one. I would have sensed a presence if there were one. Lise my sweetheart was still sleeping; perhaps I should wake her
    up to show her the impossible note, I thought.

    But she didn’t take weird events easily and she would be afraid. She always tried to forget or ignore them and there had been plenty of them in our life. She
    forgot them quickly, she didn’t want to remember them so it would be better, I thought, that I just take it, read it and hide it.

    What if the note or the case explodes in my face when I grab it? I thought.

    I always had a solid intuition of incoming danger and I didn’t feel threaten by these impossible objects. I seized the note and it came easily into my hand. It was
    weightless and it looked like a paper note but it didn’t feel like paper. Let’s read it, I thought.

    “Dear Richard, The universe is stranger than one could imagine. It is infinitely complex and even we, the enhanced, are fascinated as we discover some sides
    of it. You wrote the Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story trilogy and by doing so, you are responsible for our existence. We are the characters of your books. God might
    have like that story and made it happen in many of the parallel universes. We exist and we have been enhanced to powerful wizards. We are about to leave our
    galaxy for a very long discovery trip but before we do so we wanted to thank you for our existence. We went from one parallel Earth to another to find you. There
    are many copies of you that owe you their existence too and they are all artist-painters and writers so it wasn’t easy. We had to find a world where none of us
    were present and we found you.

    To thank you for our lives we did something to your body; we changed it. We enhanced it but the changes will be gradual. We thought it would be better that way.
    We thought it would suit you more to contribute personally to the development of your powers by the use of meditation, and the acquisition of knowledge and
    personal wisdom. We hope you will use your new talents for the good of everyone. We give you an ultimate spaceship. It is hidden on one of the ten thousands
    islands close to Everglade City. Hilda, an artificial intelligence inhabits its computer and will lay dormant until the day you will be ready to use it.
    We also went back into the time line and made some purchases in your name. You are now the main shareholder of very important companies. The case
    contains your titles. Haverty and Connell who also managed your important assets handled your income taxes. Your identity was kept confidential and we took
    your name out of the richest men on Earth listings. Farewell. Father O’Leary, Nancy, Joan, John, Tom, Laura, Garry, Thetis, Lazarus, Hilda, Richard,

    Wow! Wooooow! I thought. Unbelievable! My God! My God! That is awesome. That’s why I feel so good, so energetic right now. They enhanced me, not fully
    yet but they put the germ of it into my cells and I will slowly get enhanced to a superman level. Wow! Let’s take a better look at my body and my face.
    Perhaps some of the changes already took place.

    I went back to the bathroom and looked again. My face looked a little bit younger, the bags under my eyes had almost disappeared and my cheeks seemed
    rounder. I looked at my muscular body. There wasn’t much change there; I was already very muscular for my age due to the early morning workout. The skin
    though seemed to have shrunk tighter to my muscles and I looked healthier.

    I took my car keys and went back to the dining room where I grabbed the suitcase and the note and I brought them outside. I was in my pajamas, barefoot, but I
    didn’t want Lise to see them and I couldn’t care less about the neighbors; they were usually not up yet at 6:00AM. I went down the stairs, opened up the car and
    placed them behind the backseat, under a blanket. I didn’t know yet what I should do about the whole situation. There were so many considerations.

    I was very thrilled with my artist career, I was getting into more galleries and one of them, the most recent one was very important. They had just bought 100 of
    my paintings and I had signed an exclusivity contract with that gallery owner for London, Paris, Palm Beach and Hollywood. The owners had told me he would
    put my work in museums and would invest heavily in producing an art book and mailing it to thousands of their clients. I knew that these people were able to
    make an international star of me and I was excited.

    My own gallery was doing well too and I had repeated clients that were coming every year to buy some more of my paintings. I also had friendly relationships
    with a number of art gallery owners who were selling my art. Every year, one or two of those art galleries would do a show of my recent work and I would share
    with them the excitement or sorrow coming from a successful show or one that didn’t do so well.

    It was exciting. It was also exciting to move forward financially. There has been thrill and fun in doing things that slowly got me rich and secure. But what fun is
    there when you are suddenly immensely rich? Well, there are some pleasures that come with being rich; a beautiful house, a condo on the seacoast and a golf
    course on the other side of the yard; an expensive and beautiful car, the finest chocolate for nibbling when you look at the TV on the largest possible screen. I
    can add a few more luxuries like trips to Europe and so on. But you rapidly get use to that luxury and soon realize that it doesn’t bring you happiness.

    Happiness comes from the satisfaction of doing good things, from loving and being loved in return, from feeling energetic, from doing things outside of the
    house, like gardening, fishing, golfing, walking in the woods, sailing…I don’t do sailing, I don’t know how to do it; but I like to go fishing up north; on a quiet lake,
    far away from the rest of the world and in good company. Not that I do that often for I haven’t been fishing up north for more than 50 years but I would have like it if
    I would have done it again. I like to golf, and I play two to three times a week. I am not really good but good enough to enjoy it. I usually played in the low eighties.

    The first few years since I moved to Hilton Head Island, I played with new guys all the time.  They would come for a week or two and they were gone. Sometimes
    I played two games with the same guys but that was rare. It wasn’t very motivating and when I played a real good game, I had no one to know about it or
    remember it. It was lonely. So I became a member of the Palmetto Dunes Club and I really enjoyed it. Now twenty years have passed since I joined the Palmetto
    Dunes Club and most of the initial members have passed away but new ones joined in and I got attached to them too.

    My art gallery is in a good location and I am doing very well contrary to most artists who don’t own a gallery and have to depend on a few galleries to sell their
    art. The problem for those artists is that most galleries carry the work of a great number of artists so they don’t sell many pieces for each one. The galleries insist
    on the exclusivity. So an artist living in his hometown doesn’t get much money, thus the expression starving artists.

    To make up a better income he has to spread out into other cities, visit many galleries that aren’t interested in getting one more artist; it is frustrating, and many
    get discouraged. With much determination I built up my own success and now make a good income out of it.

    To keep my creative energy, I like to walk in the woods. I liked to rock under a starry night sky wondering about the universe. Wondering what kind of people
    might inhabit some of the life sustaining planets that gravitates around those stars. I like to read when I go to bed and I like to dream about the story I just read
    when I get asleep.

    Now, my life had just taken an abrupt change in direction. What will I do? First, I got to know how rich I am and I got to do something about where I live, where my
    children live. For if my name is listed in the next Richest Men on Earth listings, I will become an attractive prey; my wife too, my children, my relatives, we are all
    going to become potential victims for kidnappers. I had a quiet life until now but everything was going to change.

    My God, I am not going to die of old age! I might even live forever! That is if I stay out of danger for I am sure that I am still vulnerable, I am not fully
    enhanced yet. If somebody shoots me in the head or burns my body, or buries me alive, I am gone. I can’t imagine it; I am here on Earth for a very long
    time. I will witness the rise and fall of great countries; perhaps I will witness the ultimate destruction of man on Earth and I might find myself, one day, alone
    on a deserted world. With the thermonuclear bombs and the advance in virus warfare technology, with the Islamic terrorists working on, planning on the
    destruction of the free world; with the dictators running powerful and dangerous countries like China, Russia, Venezuela, North Korea and so many African
    and South American countries, how are we going to survive in a world that is worth living in it?
    Now that I have a chance to live forever, the world safety becomes extremely important to me; I would rather die than live alone on a deserted world until the
    end of time if there ever will be one. They said they left me a spaceship, an ultimate spaceship on an island close to Everglades City…I dreamed about a
    fascinating trip to the stars in a spaceship; so many times I dreamed about that; I read so many science-fiction books, sharing in my mind the adventures of
    fictitious heroes…and now I will have one. How big is it? What does it look like?

    “Good morning sweetheart.” I said as Lise came to the kitchen interrupting my daydreaming.

    She had taken the time to brush her hair and refresh her face and she was wearing a bathrobe over her pajamas. She was just impeccable as always.

    “Morning!” She replied looking at me. “What is happening? You look peculiar; your face looks younger; did you do your jogging already?”
    Not much escaped her; she noticed every little thing.

    “I just had a very good night, Lise; that’s why my face looks younger this morning.”

    “It was past midnight when I went to bed.” She said.

    There was a trace of accusation in her voice for she often felt lonely. She had those mood swings regularly; she missed her hometown, the children and the
    grandchildren. She didn’t like to live in Naples, and then Hilton Head Island so far from them. She was born for a routine life, a normal routine life and she was
    somewhat sore at me for having taken her away from Montreal to pursue my artist career in Florida where the money was and where I had a chance to build up
    some financial assets for our golden age.
    I understood that I had not given her the life she wanted but she had met a lot of people and she had been and felt very useful, managing the gallery while I was
    painting in the back studio, talking with the visitors and sometimes coming with me to their homes with a few paintings to try on their walls. We had work as a
    team and she had been a really good team mate. People loved her and trusted her and her excellent taste. She was always very well dressed and elegant and
    she was a very beautiful and a slim woman.

    “Would you like to come with me for a long walk on the beach after breakfast?” I asked.

    “I don’t know; we might not be back in time to open up the gallery.” She said hesitantly.

    I knew she was afraid we might lose some sales if we open up late. She was a worrier and she would still be insecure with two million dollars in bank, which we
    didn’t have until now. And now, according to that note, we were immensely rich but I felt it wasn’t time yet for her to find that out.

    “Not a problem, we have been doing very well these last few years and it is not one late morning opening that will make a difference to our future; beside, I feel
    so good today; I feel like celebrating, I would really like it.”

    “Ok then! I also feel that a long walk on the beach will be good.”

    After her breakfast, we drove to the nearest beach parking lot and started our walk. Lise is a fast walker and I usually have a hard time keeping pace with her but
    not today, I was bursting with energy. We walked companionably and in silence for half an hour.

    “Would you like to look for shark teeth? I asked her when we got midway between the Marriott hotel beach and the rocks. “I will jog in the mean time up to the
    rocks and I will be back in half an hour or so.”

    Those small black shark teeth were her prize item in her shell collection. They were hard to spot and finding one was quite a triumph. Beside looking for them
    was very relaxing to her; she loved to search for things. Sometimes we walked on early evenings on the golf course across the street when there were no more
    players and we looked for golf balls. She always found more of them than me and she walked back to the condo highly satisfied. She was happy to have saved
    us some money…little savings of no importance to me since I hit them all at the driving range but I didn’t tell her that I didn’t play with old balls. I didn’t want to
    break her fun.

    Once, in Naples, we almost walked on a huge alligator as we were trying to find some golf balls; had it wanted it, it would have caught Lise and pulled her into
    the pond. She hadn’t seen it; it laid on the other side of a bush. I told her to move slowly away. Once she did it and was out  of reach, I tried to touch it with
    my golf ball retriever; I never touched it; in a fraction of a second, it had turn its head, grab the retriever without breaking it in its jaws, looked at me and then
    released it. That was a warning. In doing so, it told me that it was aware of our presence and that we should not bother it anymore.

    I left Lise to her shark teeth search and jogged increasingly faster and when I was out of sight, I sprinted. I felt elated; I could not believe I was running at a speed
    that I judged faster than what the best Olympian sprinter could do. I checked my watch, I had long pass the rocks and already twenty minutes had gone by.  There
    was about eight miles of beach from where I had left Lise so I concluded that I averaged a speed of twenty-four miles per hour. To get back in the promised thirty
    minutes, I would have to do even better; I would have to run at thirty-six miles per hour. I wasn’t tired but I was very thirsty and hungry. There was a fountain
    nearby; I spotted it a few minutes before I stopped. I ran towards it, stopped to drink all I could and left at top speed.

    In the mean time, Lise had walk to the rocks instead of looking for the shark teeth; she was hidden when I approached her at a speed close to thirty-five miles an
    hour. It was too late when I saw her; she had already seen me coming at an impossible speed, jumped over the rocks and stop sliding into the sand. My jump
    was ten feet high and about twenty feet long. I walked towards her; she was looking at me, speechless.

    “I am in a terrific shape this morning,” I said with my most disarming smile.

    “Nobody can run that fast and jump 10 feet over the rocks.” She replied, her emotions balancing between fear and incredulity.

    “Don’t worry Lise; I will explain everything when we get back to the condo. But let’s go, I am so very hungry, I need to eat something as soon as possible.”

    We returned to the parking lot without a word. She didn’t know what to think but her intuition was that something real weird was about to happen and she didn’t
    like any of it. Half an hour later we were back at the car, she had the keys as always since she liked to drive; she opened up we sat in and she drove us back to
    the condo. She kept silent and I was wondering exactly what I was about to tell her. Should I tell her the whole thing or just a part of it?

    As soon as I walked inside the condo, I went to the kitchen and drank a few glass of water, and then I took six hamburger steaks from the freezer and put them in
    the microwave to thaw them. I went to take a shower, came back in my underwear and a t-shirt to grill my hamburger steaks. Then I came to the dining room with
    a huge plate loaded with six hamburgers, each one garnished with lettuce, onion and tomatoes’ slices. Lise was looking oddly at me waiting for me to tell her
    what was going on. I ate the six hamburgers and drank three cups of coffee.

    “Lise, our lives are about to change for a much better one.” I said as soon as I finished them. “You saw me running and jumping in an impossible way. Look at
    me, my t-shirt is too large, I am shrinking but my muscles are bulging; my body is changing. It all started last night.”

    “What is happening?” She asked worriedly.

    “Not right now,” I replied, “I have to make a phone call first, I need to get confirmation about something but what I can tell you is that I believe something incredibly
    good for us is about to happen.”

    “We should go to the clinic. What if you have a stroke or a heart attack? You just ate six hamburgers, your body is changing; I see it.”

    “Don’t worry about my health, Lise,” I replied, “I told you very often that I have a strong intuition of coming events and my intuition never lied to
    me. I feel great; there is no need to go to the clinic. I will be fine, I promise you.”

    “You know,” she said “that I had my share of unpredictable events with you. I wanted to live in Laval, close to the rest of the family, but you wanted a more
    adventurous life. I followed you in Florida, but I hated it, then to Hilton Head Island and I hate it too; I need to be with the children, I need to be in my house in

    She was crying and my heart was broken. I took her in my arms and hugged her.

    “We are returning soon; I promise you. I can’t tell you everything right now but I assure you, I am feeling wonderful, better than ever in my life. I am not about to
    die; on the contrary, I am getting younger. Would you mind opening the gallery this morning? I would like to go to bed and take a nap.”

    “No, I will stay here.”

    “All right Lise, it isn’t that important anymore, I will explain to you everything in a couple of days.”

    I went to bed, and laid down bare listening to my body. I intentionally forgot everything else as I plunge into a yoga trance, and I saw without really seeing, millions
    of tiny cells with multiple extremities working on my body cells. They were tiny organic robots, they had spread everywhere and they were transforming my cells. I
    saw some strange flows of energy, complicated transformations of my cells as these tiny organic robots were working in and out of the pulsating cellular
    membranes. There were whole areas where the cells had been transformed to a totally different structure. The flow of nutrients and oxygen to these cells had
    stop and the cells were luminescent. There were some electrical exchanges between them and these cells looked more crystalline than organic.
    The transformed cells were alive, bursting with life and infinitely more complex than the rest of untransformed ones. I saw a group of cells being transformed and
    shrunk to one third of their original size.

    I felt hunger; I needed to eat again; I felt a craving for garlic, onions, green pepper, orange juice, meat; I was starved by the ongoing transformation. It came to my
    mind that when the transformation would be completed, I would have shrunk to a midget size if I did not sustain my body through the ingestion of an enormous
    amount of food. Moreover, I needed to exercise all the muscles of my body to ensure an harmonious physical appearance. Finally, I came to the conclusion that
    when the transformation would be over, the millions of organic robots would be integrated to the transformed cells.

    I knew intuitively that I could transfer millions of them to Lise with one intimate kiss or sexual discharge and I needed to do it now or I would find myself without a
    companion forever. I would see my sweetheart grow old and die and I would find myself alone. I got up and went back to the living room where Lise was reading.

    “Richard, you have been in bed for about three hours, how do you feel?”

    “I feel ravenous and I need to eat again and do some work-out. But first, we have to talk. Look at me; I lost all my body fat, look at my face…do you see any

    “You look younger, you got more hair, your hair is growing and the roots are brown…”

    “Now look at my gum.” I said as I pulled out my top denture.

    She looked at it and touched the bumps.

    “My teeth are growing back; that denture will be useless at the end of the day. Lise, I am getting younger. In a few days I will look just as young as Francis. I will
    have a life to live again; a very long life and I would like you to live it with me. I would like you to be young again. I don’t want to see you grow old and die. Would
    you be my companion and share that new life with me?”

    “How could that happen? How can you make me young? I know that it is impossible; everything that is happening now is impossible; I must be dreaming.”

    “No Lise, what is happening is God will. God wanted it to happen; otherwise it would not happen. I can give you the fountain of youth with one kiss, a sensual,
    tongue touching kiss.”

    She looked at me, wondering about the implication of getting young again.

    “You will never feel insecure again, you will feel confident, powerful, bright and intensely alive and beside that, I promise you, we will sell the gallery and return to
    Montreal inside of one month.”

    She came into my arms and we kissed and we felt the transfer of millions of microscopic organic robots from my body to hers.

    “I felt it, something came into me.” Lise said. “Are you sure it will be safe? That thing, whatever it is, that came from you might not work in me.”

    “No, no, don’t worry; in a day or two, perhaps much less, perhaps a few hours from now, you will start feeling much better, better than you can remember. Let’s
    eat now I am so hungry.”

    I went to the refrigerator and took out all the steaks, the hamburger steaks, the pork chops, the lamb chops, the breads and started to thaw some of it and eat it

    “Don’t you think it is dangerous to eat raw meat?” Lise asked, watching me.

    “I am loaded with microscopic organic robots,” I replied between mouthfuls, “they are transforming my body, eliminating the bacteria and viruses as they work on
    my cells, I am safe, I can eat anything; nothing wrong will happen to me.”

    I ate twenty pounds of meat, a dozen eggs, two loaves of bread, a dozen tomatoes, two green peppers, a bag of lettuce and drank a pint of orange juice. I
    finished my meal with two pounds of cheese and some more orange juice.

    My belly was so big that I looked pregnant.

    “All right,” I said finally, “I will make a phone call to get some numbers confirmed and we will plan our immediate future.”

    “Who do you want to call Richard?”

    “Haverty and Connel! It is an accounting and a finance consultant firm and a broker firm. They have managed my assets and did my income tax reports every
    year for the last thirty years. Apparently, we are rich and I want to find out how rich we are.”

    “I never heard about them,” Lise said, “I know how tough the last twenty five years were; Hilton Head Island lost most of its visitors as the Midwest was partially
    destroyed by Hurricanes and Tornados. Most of our clients were from Ohio, Kansas when we moved there ; we have been through tough years;  there were the
    wars, the stock market crashes, we had problems to make the ends meet; you don’t have any more assets than the ones I know of and you never had your
    assets managed by that firm.”

    “Let me make that phone call, darling and I will explain everything that is happening right now and we will make some plans.”

    I took my cell phone and asked the operator for their New York head office.

    “Hi, may I speak to the president, please and first would you tell me his name?”

    “His name is Donald Haverty; who is calling and why do you want to speak to Mr. Haverty?”

    “My name is Richard Riverin, and I believe I am your biggest client.”

    “Just a moment please.”

    “Mr. Riverin, how are you doing?” An elderly man in a sophisticated voice asked.

    “I am doing very well, how long has it been since we met?” I knew we had never met.

    “We met in March as we have been doing every year for the last thirty years or so.” Mr. Haverty replied.

    “All right, I would like to know the approximate value of my assets, just a ballpark figure.”

    “You are presently the second richest man on Earth with assets over one hundred billion dollars.”

    “Does anyone know about me?” I asked.

    “I kept your file in my office and nobody here knows about you; what surprises me though is that your name is in the IRS and Washington District files as well as
    all the income tax reports we have prepared for you and yet your name didn’t come out in the Fortune 500 and all the listings published every year. That is just

    “When are these listings produced usually?”

    “They usually come out in June or July.”

    “I guess that my name will be in the next issues and there will be a lot of talking about the best kept secret in the financial world. The journalists and reporters will
    be calling you and they will try to find out as much as they can about me. Please tell them that I just wanted to live a private life. I will move to a new location and I
    will be in touch with you shortly.”

    “We need to meet and discuss the 2018 tax report. We only have one month left before the filing date limit.” Mr. Haverty said.

    “All right, let’s meet in two weeks here in Hilton Head if possible.”

    “I will reserve a suite at the Marriott Hotel,” Mr. Haverty said, “and put Friday morning 8:00AM for a business breakfast. We will have a lot to cover up and we
    need three days to finish the filings. I will bring with me two of our consultants and three secretaries to prepare the filings and have you sign them on the spot.”

    “Excellent I will see you in two weeks then, good bye.” I said to end the exchange.

    “Good bye.”

    “Lise, we are rich!”

    “How rich? Shoot the numbers; you are bursting with the envy to tell me.”

    “We are so rich, we can buy anything we want, a castle in Spain or the most beautiful house in Montreal, anything you want Lise, you get it. We have assets in
    excess of one hundred billion dollars.”

    “That’s impossible, I have been with you all these years and more often than not, we had financial problems and if we had been rich at any time we would have
    pack our suitcases and return to live in Montreal.”

    I know”I said, “but somebody that could travel in time, purchased shares under my name over the last sixty years from rapidly growing companies; that person
    also hired an accounting firm to manage my assets and file the income tax return every year in the USA. He also got for you and me an American citizenship.
    This way, we have been kept legal in both countries.”

    “And who is that somebody?”

    “He is my exact copy, his name is also Richard Riverin but he came from an alternate Earth, he came from a parallel universe; he said that he is one of the
    characters in my "Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story" trilogy and when I wrote the story I gave life to him and the rest of the emissaries. Now they are about to leave
    their alternate galaxy and they wanted to thank me for creating them. So, they traveled from one parallel universe to another in search of the original writer.
    They found me and they gave me a parting gift.”

    “That is such a farfetched story Richard! You know that I don’t like anything related to Science fiction; how could you have created them? Do you now believe that
    you are God?”

    “No Lise; I don’t think that I am God; but apparently, God sometimes create the worlds or the universes a writer is dreaming of. Or perhaps, we are, all of us, tiny
    particles of God, part of his fabric and when we write about strange but interesting worlds and aliens, we are in fact creating them.”

    “So when did you meet that copy of you? And the rest of those Emissaries? The characters of your novels?”

    “I didn’t meet them,” I said, “they came here while we were asleep and they did something to me. They transformed my body or should I say they started the
    transformation process, injecting in me millions of very small organic robots that are working on my cells, the two billion or so of my cells, making them
    something else, each one of my cells is being turned into a complex unit of intelligent life. Each transformed cell is drawing its energy from the cosmos, each of
    the transformed ones is able to do things that I can’t yet imagine and is bound to the other ones, working with them as a team, to support and serve my soul.”

    “My God, I must still be dreaming, that is total nonsense.”

    “I got proof of it,” I said, “they left me a suitcase full of share certificates, bank checks and bank statements, visas, and a weightless note.”

    “And where did you put that suitcase?”

    “In the car, under the blanket. Wait for me; I will get it right now.”

    I went to the car to retrieve the big suitcase and brought it to the condo.

    “Look at the suitcase Lise; have you ever seen something like that?” I said proudly.

    “It looks very ancient,” Lise said, “and yet it is clean; the material looks like leather but when I touch it, it doesn’t feel like leather. The suitcase isn’t heavy, I can lift
    it easily.”

    “Open it; there is a weightless note inside.” I replied.

    Lise opened it and looked through a number of neatly organized files, the note, held in between two of the files, floated upward when she moved the files. She
    caught it and read it.

    “Wow! Unbelievable! You created the characters of your book and now these people found you, transformed you in a kind of an immortal superman, made you
    rich and left you with an ultimate spaceship hidden on one the nearby islands.”

    “Yes!  And now you will soon be an immortal superwoman Lise. You will never worry again about our financial insecurity or health problems; I will never have a
    stroke or a heart attack, neither will you and soon we will start discovering and improving our new powers.”

    “Can you imagine what will happen when people find out about us and about our spaceship?” She said.

    “I think we must hide our special abilities and immortality and nobody should know about the spaceship either. They will find out though that we are amongst the
    richest couples on Earth and that is also dangerous for us, our children and relatives. We could be trapped, buried alive forever, perhaps destroyed even when
    we will have completed our transformation and right now, with our incomplete transformation, we are still quite vulnerable.”

    “People will envy us, some will hate us and quite a few will want to kidnap us or our children, relatives and friends for a ransom.” Lise commented “We might
    have received a poisoned gift; now we will never live the easy normal life that I was hoping to live one day, for so long.”

    “You are right, we will not live that kind of easy, uneventful and secure life for the time being but it would have been a short one and you would have still felt
    insecure. We would have aged rapidly to a point when we would have become a burden for our children and we would have died.”

    “We got to do something about protecting our children and our relatives.” Lise said. “But what should we do?” She went on. “They have a life to live; we can’t just
    tell them, stop living your life, you are rich now, just enjoy it. They need to go through some hardship and realize some projects, they need to build their self-
    esteem and also become worthy of heaven.”

    “Yes, you are right about that Lise. Why don’t we go back as soon as our transformation seems to be completed? We can buy a land on a golf course near
    Hudson City about fifteen miles from Montreal, and build on it a group of beautiful houses for our children, our relatives and us. There would be a fence all around
    and a private entrance for that grouping of houses so that no ill intentioned strangers would be able to break in one of the houses. We would put bulletproof
    windows, metal doors, and a sophisticated alarm system. The houses would be bought by one of my companies and everyone would have their mail delivered
    to a postal box. None of us would have a traceable address.

    We would buy an art gallery for Francis downtown Hudson and spend enough money on publicity to keep it busy. That’s his dream you know. He would work
    there under another name; your family name instead of mine should do it. We would also open a fitness and sport therapy center for Veronique right beside
    Francis gallery. We would ask Genevieve what she would like to do; if she wants to keep her actual work at the software firm that’s fine but we would buy the firm
    so that she would own it.”

    “That might be a good plan,” commented my sweetheart, “yet, we will have to discuss it with them. But what about us? What will we do?” Lise asked.

    “Well, let’s find out what kind of super human we will evolve to; we might become geniuses but even if our intelligence doesn’t improve to that level, I am sure that
    we will have a younger brain and we will have a great learning ability. I believe I would like to go back to university and learn as much as I can about how things
    work. We don’t have to work for a living anymore so we might as well learn. I would like to visit the world and be able to talk the language of the countries I will be
    visiting. Perhaps we can help people somehow, be useful…we will find something… and we have all the time, we have eternity.”

    Lise is five feet four inches tall and weight one hundred and ten pounds; she doesn’t carry a pound of fat in that beautiful body. She is seventy years old; she
    grew up in a small city up north of Montreal with one sister and three brothers. Her father was a locksmith and made just enough money to raise them. They were
    poor but they manage. Her mother was cultured and a devoted Christian. Lise went to college and got a nursing certificate. She was still in college when I met
    her. I had just graduated from Sherbrooke University with a BSC in Chemistry and found a job as a chemist for Laurentide Paints in the small town of
    Shawinigan. At that time, I was five foot nine inches high and weighted one hundred and forty pounds. I was good looking and cultured. I had already read
    everything I could about Yoga, philosophy, psychology, astronomy, sciences and I was practicing judo and martial arts two nights a week in a judo school
    downtown Shawinigan.

    It was love at first sight for me; I met her and I knew she was the one for me. I met her in a dancing bar where she was sitting with her aunt. I invited her for a
    dance then sat with them for a while. The aunt left us alone and I walked her back to her parents’ apartment. It was a long walk, we talked and I told her I had
    serious intentions towards her and I already had decided to marry her. Ridiculous isn’t it? She looked at me in the eyes and realized I was serious. The
    courtship lasted two years and I married her as soon as she turned twenty-one years old.

    Lise had been a very good mother for my children and a faithful and most comforting companion for me. She always attached much importance for the way she
    looks and she was always perfectly dressed and presentable, even at home. The house was tidy and perfectly clean at all time. She was a devoted mother and
    wife and I was sure that if there was a Heaven, she would have a good place there waiting for her.

    She had quite a temper at times but she was never violent or mean. She was a worrier and sometimes quite depressed but I loved her presence, her weakness
    and her strength; in fact I loved everything about her.

    For my part I was an imperfect man but I don’t like to speak about my imperfections; I rather enjoy boasting about my good sides. I wasn’t a drunk and I had
    been a good father, who spent endless hours playing with my children and taking them everywhere they would have a good time. I also taught them to ski, to
    skate and to play games. I had and still have a good relationship with all three of them and I love them very much.

    “Let’s go to the grocery Lise, we got to buy a lot of food.” I proposed.

    “If you don’t mind,” she said, “I would rather go back to bed. I feel strange and I need to think things over.”

    She went to bed and I started to do some workout. My belly was protruding but not impairing it. I did all possible exercises and went back to the beach for
    another hour of jogging. When I came back to the condo, Lise was sound asleep so I laid down on the sofa and a moment later I was asleep too.
    When I woke up, I was ravenous and my belly was flat. It was eight PM and I had slept since mid-morning. I felt very energetic and Lise was standing by the
    dining room window looking at the lake.

    “Richard, how do you feel?” Lise asked.

    “I feel very energetic and very hungry.”

    “And so do I.” She retorted. “Take a shower and let’s celebrate, let’s have dinner in the best restaurant around.”

    “That will be at the Santa Fe and I will be ready in a moment. So how do you feel, Lise, do you sense any change in your body?” I asked her as I came out
    showered and well dressed for our evening.

    “Oh yes, it is working. I don’t remember having felt so happy, comfortable, confident and optimistic. I feel great and so much younger.”

    “All right! I was afraid I would be the only one of my kind but I doubted that the Emissaries would do that to me. Perhaps we will find ourselves able to rejuvenate
    older people or cure the sick ones, healing might well be one of our powers later on.”

    “I wouldn’t be surprised about that since a number of people have that power without any enhancement.” She replied.

    “You are more beautiful.  The pockets under your eyes are gone and it is true, you look twenty years younger.” I finished taking her in my arms. I hugged her and
    kiss her with some renewed sexual attraction. It had been a few years since we had mated for the last time.

    She looked at me and she knew that a new fire was burning in me and I sensed her answer.

    “When we come back from dinner, we are going to reacquaint ourselves.” She said.

    We walked to the restaurant; it was only fifteen minutes away. We were brought to a table, on an exterior balcony with a view on a marsh and a part of the golf

    “What will it be for you? Asked the waiter in a most distinguish tone after the few minutes he had left us go through the menu.

    “My wife will have a salmon; not a salmon steak; she wants the full salmon or what is left of it. She will have four baked potatoes to go with it and a full Cesar
    salad. I will take your 16 ounces steak, four of them, rare, with four baked potatoes and a full Cesar salad. Also, please bring two bottles of your finest red wine.”

    “Let me check what we have,” replied the waiter, “and I will be right back.”

    “What is left of the salmon is about twelve pounds and our best wine is one thousand dollars a bottle.” The old waiter said hesitantly when he came back.

    “That will do.” I said with a smile.

    Later on he came back with a small table on which he put the whole salmon plate and my four steaks plate, a large bowl of baked potatoes and a large bowl of
    Cesar salad. He opened up one of the wine bottle with great care, had me taste it and approved it and then filled up the glasses. Then he cut a piece of the
    salmon and set it on Alicia’s plate; he then proceeded to transfer one of the four steaks on my plate, took a look at us, noticed our flat bellies and left wishing us
    a good meal.

    We took our time, enjoying every bite of it. My steak was served with a sauce au poivre on the side; the bread was just out of the oven; it was delicious. Yet when
    I finished it, I was still hungry; so I started to help Alicia with the salmon. We noticed that our huge serving had attracted the attention of all the servers and the
    people sitting within sight of our table.

    None of them could understand the quantity of food we were eating; without even looking fat in addition. But the microscopic robots working all over our bodies,
    were transforming the food into cells as we were eating it, so we never felt saturated. Once we had cleaned out our plates, the server came back.

    “Would you like anything else? Anymore wine?” He asked uncertainly.

    At a thousand dollars a bottle, he could visualize how much fifteen per cent tip was going to end up to. But the wine had no effect on us; it was delicious though.

    “No, but we would like your famous dessert, the chocolate profiteroles, 5 desserts for each of us with coffee, regular coffee, a lot of coffee.”

    We cleaned that up too and the waiter came back with the addition. I threw a look at it, two thousand eight hundred forty dollars; the bulk of it being the two
    bottles of wine. I added ten thousand dollars tip and the elderly waiter look at the zeros twice…

    “Oooh my God! Thank you so much.” He said offering me his hand. I shook it, wishing him comfort silently and something happened…I felt it; some kind of
    energy flew from my body to his. The elderly waiter sensed an incredible amount of energy being transferred to him. I waited a moment and then freed his hand.
    The elderly waiter looked at me in awe.

    “Thank you for the tip and what you just did to me. May I ask you a question?”

    “Yes go ahead.”

    “Are you guys, angels, or aliens? Your hand is hard as stone; you ate so much and it doesn’t show; and now you gave me some weird energy…and you look so

    “Yesterday, we were still humans.” I replied. “We are now being changed into some kind of super beings; it is a long story. Please keep what you saw and what I
    said confidential.”

    “I will.” He promised as we left the restaurant.

    “That spaceship,” Lise commented as she was driving us back, “you must be dying of curiosity to find it and have a look at it. And I do too. Any idea how we will
    find it?”

    “I have no clue yet but something tells me that once we are ready, once we have reached most of our powers, we will find it easily. I also have a foreboding
    thought that it might well be dangerous to find it now.”

    “Then, let’s take our time; let’s not rush anything for now.”

    We returned to the condo, took a shower and went to bed where we made love eagerly, and it was good; it had been years since last time for we had both lost
    interest in it but now we felt young again and the hormones or what was replacing them was there.

    “I wonder,” I said, “if we will retain any sexual urge once our cells will be totally transformed. What we had tonight might have been a last call.”

    “You know what?” Lise said, “I have the intuition that the Emissaries planned this urge to mate. What if they set me up so that I get pregnant one last time before
    our cells get totally transformed?”

    “Wow! That would be fantastic I would love to have a baby in the house again and this intuition of yours might have been enhanced already to an ability to
    foresee the future.”

    “The idea just fleeted in my mind,” she replied, “just like a message from someone or from those organic robots that are working on our cells.”

    “Now that you spoke about it, I have this weird intuition too. I believe you might be right and I would not be surprised a bit if the baby comes out in record time;”
    I commented “let’s make a bet…I would say one month at the most.”


    “Because we are still too vulnerable. We got to be transformed as quickly as possible. We are legacy, a legacy given to Earth by the Emissaries and they surely
    planned it to last.”

    “Then we got to be prudent in whatever we do,” Lise said, “We got to stay here until the transformation is complete. No airline flight for the moment or long
    distance driving; let’s just wait it out in maximum security.”

    “Yes, let’s do that but for now, I need to do some exercise; what about you?” I replied.

    “Yes Richard, let’s go jogging on the beach.”

    We put on our bathing suits and went to the beach. It was nighttime dark there but we already had a much better vision and we went jogging side by side at an
    easy twenty-five miles an hour speed. When we were back in front of the parking lot, we did all kind of workout in the sand and finally went back to the condo.
    We immediately went to bed and in moments only we were sound asleep.

    “My God, you have a little bulge already; your intuition was right, you are pregnant.” I said a few mornings later.

    “Only four days after we made love Richard; at that speed I will have them before the end of next week.”

    We had not mated since that last call, experiencing zero sexual urges; but we felt incredibly vital, bursting with energy. I had not opened the gallery since I found
    out I was a billionaire. We had spent most of our time, at the municipal library or at the condo reading and learning all we could about a great variety of subjects.
    I was reading and learning at an incredible speed remembering everything. I could rewrite an entire page of an 800 pages book on chemistry the following day
    and I would not miss a word.

    I started with Chemistry to catch up with the seventy years of new discoveries since I received my bachelor degree at Sherbrooke University. Beside, I had
    forgotten much of what I had learned. Now I didn’t need a teacher; I could understand everything I read; it all looked so simple. I just had to glance at a page and I
    could remember everything that was written on that page and I could understand all the complex formulas.

    Lise was reading about history, ancient and recent. She wanted to acquire the ability to forecast coming events since history has a way to repeat itself over and
    over again with slight changes, here and there. It took her just two days before she switched into political sciences. Now she was going through a number of Law

    We did not sleep, we did not need it anymore; so we worked out, we jogged, we ate a lot and we read all day long.

    We went to the driving range. I showed Lise the technique I had developed over the years that had helped me maintain a low handicap in spite of my back pain
    and old age. She caught it up quickly and we hit a few hundred balls with our irons. We were hitting our long irons over three hundred yards when we switched to
    our metal woods, ending the practice with our drivers. We didn’t know how far we were hitting them, for our balls were falling way past the last driving range flag.
    I estimated my longest drives to be about six hundred yards.

    Then we went to the first tee to play a game where the starter matched us with another twosome; two guys, businessmen, in their forties.

    “Hi, my name is Richard and this is Lise.” I said offering my hand.

    “Hi, I am Robert, nice to meet you.”

    “Hi, I am Charles, nice to meet you.”

    We shook hands with them making sure we were not squeezing it. They were both tall and seemed to me in top shape. In our case, it was hard to guess our
    age; Lise looked to be in her late thirties and seven to eight months pregnant. In my case, I still had a few lines in my face, very thick golden hair and the body of
    a young super athlete.

    “We are playing the blues, sixty eight hundred yards, what about you?” Charles asked.

    “We will play the back tees, the gold.” I replied, noticing his surprised expression.

    “What’s your handicap?” Robert asked suddenly very interested.

    “Lise doesn’t have an handicap since she never played more than a few holes and that was years ago. But we just practiced for a couple of hours so she should
    do well. In my case, I used to be a low handicap but I have the feeling that I will be hot today.”

    Lise went to the back tee and hit an incredibly long drive. It was a six hundred yards long par five and she hit it at fifty yards from the green. It was very funny to
    watch Charles and Robert expression as they witnessed the impossible. I followed up with a perfect drive on the green, a six hundred yards drive…

    Their facial expression was changing from incredulity to the beginning of fear. They were businessmen, down to Earth guys, who wouldn’t accept unexplainable
    and impossible events. I also guessed that these two guys were atheists.

    “Don’t take it hard guys,” I said, “we aren’t ordinary people, I will admit that; but we were born from ordinary people like you. Besides that, we are very friendly
    and happy.”

    “But what you both did is impossible.” Charles said.

    “It was impossible until now, I will admit that,” I replied happily, “but things are changing, aren’t they? Many of the things we do today would have been considered
    as miracles two thousand years ago. Advanced technology was used to improve our bodies; that’s all. We are guinea pigs, the first ones ever
    enhanced through that advanced technology.”

    I didn’t mention that the people that enhanced our bodies were the characters of my fiction novels though.

    “Astounding!”  “Incredible!” “Awesome!” Were the comments of our two golf partners as the game went through. We finished the game with respective scores of
    51 and 60.

    “You have played an awesome game Lise, 60, 12 under par, and this was your first eighteen holes ever.” I commented.

    “You did even better, Richard! It was a very pleasant experience we ought to do it again.”

    We shook hands again with our golf partners and wished them the best of luck. They had played in the seventies both of them and they were very happy of their
    own performances. They were also relishing in advance the golf story they were going to tell to all their friends.

    Three weeks have passed now since I found the floating note telling me that I had been given the fountain of youth. My body had changed every day, getting
    firmer, then heavier and stronger. My teeth had grown back in the first three days. It took less than twenty-four hours for my hair to form a very dense golden
    brown mane. I asked Lise to give me a haircut but the scissors would not cut the hair. She tried our two scissors and the electric clipper but she could not cut
    even one hair. So I had to make a ponytail in the back of my neck. Fortunately the hair stop growing and the length was just right to give me an artist look.

    I was looking like a very handsome Hollywood actor in his twenties. My body was thin, perfectly shaped without the bulging masses of a weight lifter and yet I
    looked extremely strong and fit. All those pounds of meat and vegetable had been transformed into whatever the organic robots were transforming my cells to.

    One day, I checked my weight with our bathroom scale and the needle went right off the limit. I took it again on a bigger scale at the grocery store; it also went
    right off the six hundred pounds limit. On an impulse, I tried to weigh less and I saw the needle go down. I kept trying and it went right down to zero. My God! I
    thought as I started to levitate over the scale. I checked if there was anyone seeing me, there was no one. I went a little higher and then I tried to induce some
    weight and I fell down hard on the scale.

    “So now you are about to tell me that you can fly?” Lise asked half seriously.

    She had been waiting for me when she saw me going for the scale.

    “You know what?” I replied, “I might be able to when I get the knack of it. But for now, I just wanted to find out how come I ate about six hundred pounds of meat
    and vegetables in the past three weeks and nothing came out. The organic robots must have transformed all of it and that’s why I am so heavy. Why don’t you try
    it too?”

    She went on the scale and found out that she was five hundred and sixty pounds heavy; she weighted less than I; she tried to be lighter to no avail.

    “I guess, I am a little behind you in my transformation.” She said, “Perhaps the organic robots are waiting for me to give birth before final transformation.”

    “It makes sense and I wouldn’t be surprised if you give birth in the next two or three days, judging by the speed at which your belly got to the present size.”

    “What name will we give them?” She asked with a smile.

    “Them? You mean you have twins? A boy and a girl?”

    “Yes, a boy and a girl and I sense their presences right now.” She replied.

    “Wow! Twins! Just like last time. That is incredible and marvelous. I am so anxious to have them. Now about the name, let’s see…what about Emiss and Arries?
    After all the Emissaries gave them to us. This way if we call them, Emiss, Arries come here…we will be calling for our unmet friends.”

    “Richard, you are so brilliant and yet so crazy; I wonder how you managed to write this trilogy.”My sweetheart replied.

    “The trilogy was crazy, I will admit that. It would have never won a literary award but God liked it and he created this parallel universe where my characters live.
    The whole situation is the craziest we could ever imagine. Could you ever imagine we were to become superman and superwoman and now
    we will have a legacy, our children will most probably be transformed into super beings in turn and if I follow the logic of those emissaries, their true
    transformation will not happen before our boy get a woman pregnant and our girl gets pregnant. Many generations later, there will be thousands of us protecting
    Earth people from self-destruction or alien invasion. That’s the legacy the Emissaries gave us sweetheart.”

    “All right” Lise concluded, “Emiss and Aries (Harry’s); that’s rather cute and unique; that will be their name then.”

    We walked into the grocery and bought a few hundred pounds of meat and vegetable but I didn’t select anything for myself. I wasn’t hungry, neither was I thirsty, I
    just felt extremely energetic and comfortable. We came back home where I prepared and served a huge meal to Alicia. I ate nothing nor drank anything that
    night. We watched the news and then went back to our intensive reading. We had a thirst for knowledge, a newly discovered passion that could be only
    explained by the fact that we understood everything we read; even the most complicated mathematical or chemical reactions and we remembered everything
    we read. It was like we suddenly had a computer in our body with unlimited memory bank. Lise went on eating every two hours, filling herself with huge amount of
    food. As for myself, I did not eat anything and didn’t feel any hunger.

    “I think I will have the babies now.” Lise said next morning. “Shouldn’t we go to the hospital so that our babies get birth certificates and American citizenship?”

    “You are right, let’s go.”

    We went to the nearest hospital and once there, Lise was taken to her room. A short time later a female doctor came for an examination and Lise let go at that
    moment. The doctor didn’t have much to do; the first baby came out; the doctor pulled her out, the baby took her first breath and smiled with all her teeth flashing.
    Then came Aries, he also took a deep breath and smiled happily. The doctor called a nurse and moments later the umbilical ropes had been cut and the babies
    were in Alicia’s arm.

    “I have never seen babies coming out so easily, taking their first breath without a slap, their eyes wide open and smiling to the world. Besides that, I have never
    seen babies with teeth.” Said the good doctor.

    “Thank you doctor,” Lise said, “if you could just fill up the birth certificates, we would like to return to the condo immediately.”

    “But this is not the normal procedure, “the good doctor replied, “We always keep the babies for observation for a few days and the mother for a minimum of
    twenty-four hours in case of any complication.”

    “I will be more than happy to sign a discharge of any responsibility to you and the hospital and Richard will hand you a check of $20,000.00 for your good
    services as well as another check of the same amount to the hospital for our one hour stay.”

    I pulled out the checkbook from my suitcase, filled the checks up and handed them over to the good doctor.

    “Here they are,” I said, “please make it easy for us. As you can see the mother is in top shape, as well as the babies.”

    “Well, let me check first the babies pulse and blood pressure; I also have to take the placenta out and do a proper examination of the mother.”

    “Go ahead doctor; please do whatever you have to do.”

    The doctor took the babies pulse and their blood pressure; looked at their eyes and mouth.

    “The babies are in perfect condition.” She said.

    Then she looked at Lise intimate part.

    “You are hard as stone,” the good doctor said trying to get to the placenta. “There is no blood; the umbilical ropes I knotted are gone. What in the world is
    happening here?”

    “My body pulled the umbilical ropes back and transformed them as well as the placenta into useful cells,” Lise said, “there is nothing to worry about; we have
    been enhanced to superman level through the use of advanced technology and we would like you to keep that confidential.”

    The good doctor was silent not knowing what to do.

    “My body is firming up very rapidly now that the babies are safely out,”Lise said, “and if you would like an additional proof, please try to give me an injection.”

    The doctor did not move for a moment then took a syringe and tried to inject a calming drug in Alicia’s arm. The needle broke. The doctor took another one and
    tried again and the needle broke again.

    “You see, there is nothing you can do for me, since you can’t even perforate my skin and you don’t need to do anything; Richard can certainly take care of me if
    there would be a need to do something.”

    “All right, I will do the paperwork and be back in a few minutes.” The good doctor said as she left the room.

    Twenty minutes later we were back to the car with the two babies. We stopped at the grocery to buy some milk and baby food and quickly went back to the
    condo to feed them.

    The day after, I left for my meeting with Mr. Haverty at the Marriott hotel. I didn’t know what he looked like but I thought I would know when I get there. They were
    sitting in the restaurant and a look at them instantly told me which one was Haverty. I had been attentive to the people body language for many years and now
    with my perfect vision and an enhanced brain, it was much easier.

    “Hi Mr. Haverty.”

    “Hi Mr. Riverin.” He replied. “You have changed since last time but there is that unmistakable aura that identifies you.”

    We went through the agenda and I approved and signed all the already prepared documents.

    “So I am the main shareholder of that electric car company that owns the new Zion batteries technology.” I commented.

    “Yes and it is taking over the market that was lost by the big three car manufacturers when they went under. It will probably become the biggest and the richest
    company in the United States.” Mr. Haverty said with much enthusiasm.

    “Can I fire the president and replace him if I wish to?” I asked.

    “Certainly, you can do that at the annual shareholders meeting.” Mr. Haverty replied hesitantly.

    “Don’t worry, I don’t have such intention; I just wanted to know in case I decide to modify the company’s orientation or add a line of flying cars with antigravity

    “That technology doesn’t exist yet.” Mr. Haverty said. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if you bring it up. That might well change the world…”

    “I believe I can bring even more drastic changes to the world, like small fusion generators to power all the houses and manufactures of the world, eliminating the
    need for petroleum or coal combustion. I also intend to develop large-scale air purifiers to clean up the planet atmosphere and develop a technology that will
    allow us to control the weather, transforming deserts into prairies, eliminating famine. So I would like you to buy for me the controlling shares, voting shares of
    the companies that I could use to manufacture the fusion generators or very large airplanes.”

    “I will do that,” Mr. Haverty said, “but I have to warn you about the political problems you will be facing when you start changing the world. There might be wars…”

    “Don’t worry, I know. My wife and I have been studying history and politics the last few days. We went through the laws and we remember all of them. When we
    make the moves, we will be ready to face everything the corrupt leaders and politician will throw at us.”

    We parted on that note, shaking hands and I returned to the condo. The following week, I called the owner of a nearby art gallery with whom I had done good
    business many years ago; she had to close her Jacksonville art gallery but reopened a new one later on. We had kept doing business more recently. I wanted to
    offer her to buy my art gallery. She was quite hesitant and I realized that she was a little too old to manage two art galleries but seemed to be eager to make an
    additional income if she could. I asked her to come over and meet with my part time manager and talk about the whole deal. She accepted immediately and we
    made an appointment for the following day.

    “Hi Jennifer,” I said as she walked into the gallery.

    “Hi sir, forgive me if I don’t recognize you, I have an appointment with Richard.”

    “But I am Richard; I just turned younger and stronger.”

    I must have been convincing since she hesitated between her intuition that I was the 91 years old Richard she had met many times over and the impossibility of
    the situation.

    “Look at me in the eyes and listen to your heart,” I said, “do you think that I am who I claim to be? Do you need me to repeat some of our previous conversations
    or tell you about the phone call you once made from a restaurant to a client we had just left in Punta Gorda offering a deal on the other painting he and his wife

    “I believe you, what happened to you?”

    “I was enhanced by a powerful alien wizard, I was rejuvenated and made stronger but it is still me. I have many things to do now and I can’t manage the art
    gallery anymore so this is why I want to sell it.”

    “I would like to buy it but I am not rich, I would have to borrow some money from my bank…”

    “All right let me show you what I have and the sales we did over the last five years.”

    We did a visit of the gallery and then I showed her the inventory list.

    “So, Jennifer, we have here $1.5 million of inventory at retail price, 80% of the paintings being mine and 20% being consigned Jaugeys. We have accumulated
    a clientele, a faithful clientele that comes back every year to visit us and sometimes buy one more painting; we have several hundred clients. What do you think?
    What can you offer me?”

    “If I get the bank loan, I would offer you $100,000.00 for the lease transfer and your clientele and I would buy the inventory at 65% discount. I would not buy the
    consigned Jaugeys’ paintings but go on with the consignment and pay the artist as I sell his work.”

    “All right, this is a good deal. Will you keep Nova my manager?”

    “Oh yes, she would be very important to me.”

    “Here are the keys of the gallery and the $1 dollar transaction document I prepared for you. Just sign here and there. Trish will be your 50% partner though.”

    “What, you are not serious? You are giving me the entire inventory and the gallery as well?”

    “Yes, my decision was already taken. I just wanted to make sure you really wanted it.”

    At that she hugged me and again a transfer of energy occurred. She parted reluctantly from me and she looked very emotional and surprised.

    “Something happened when I hugged you and you are hard as stone and warmer than normal.”

    “Don’t worry about that Jen; it was just a transfer of energy. You will feel younger and stronger for a few years. As for being hard as stone and warm, it is the
    result of what that powerful alien wizard did to me; I was changed into a superman; but please keep that confidential. I will recommend you to triple the prices of
    my paintings right away and to keep many of them for a few years. I am just about to become very famous and later on you will be able to sell my paintings in
    auction houses like Joiner, Sotheby’s, Christy and get hundreds of thousands dollars, perhaps millions of dollars, for each of the best ones.”

    “Oh my God Richard, you are so kind and generous, I don’t know how to thank you. I have enjoyed promoting your work and I thought you were the best artist in
    my Jacksonville gallery.”

    “I know, you helped me as much as you could when I needed help and that’s why I am giving you my gallery and all my paintings. I don’t know if I will ever see you
    again but if I ever pass by I will stop to say hello. Now I have much to do, I have to change the world, for its future, our future doesn’t look good; we are heading
    towards extinction. There are many things I can do to change that and I intend to do all I can. Good bye then, it is your gallery now.” I said as I left.

    “How did it go?” Lise asked when I was back at the condo.

    “It went very well; I gave her and Trish the gallery and she was very happy. I also unintentionally transferred some energy into her when I hugged her. It is almost
    automatic like a discharge from an overloaded capacitor. I see that you can levitate now.”

                                                                                                A few weeks later

    The babies were sound asleep and Lise was levitating a few inches from the floor.

    “I practiced it and I believe we can fly now. I also tried to lift an object from a distance and look at that.” She added as she lifted a pillow from the sofa and made
    it fly around the living room.”

    I tried it too and could.

    - Perhaps we have other powers like throwing an electrical jolt to an enemy. Let’s take the babies with us and fly to an isolated island where we will practice a
    few things.

    - We will need to bring them something to eat for they need to eat every two hours.

    She went to fetch the backpacks; we filled them up with food and milk, diapers and towels and when we were ready, we woke up the babies.

    - What about you Lise? Are you are not bringing any food?

    - No Richard, I don’t eat nor drink anymore and I don’t even breathe; I have stopped breathing an hour ago.

    - My God! Now that you mention it; I don’t breathe either. I must have stop breathing some while ago and never felt the need and that’s why I didn’t notice it.

    - Richard, I believe our lungs are gone, as well as our digestive system.

    - All right, so we don’t eat, drink, breathe, go to the bathroom or even have sex and yet, I never felt so good, so wonderfully happy and energetic and I don’t miss
    any of it. But you know what, I feel very much in love with you and very comforted by your presence. Come here darling, I would love to hug you and kiss you.

    Our bodies hard as steel hit each other with a clapping sound and our stone hard lips touched. We kept them touching for a moment and Lise, being a woman
    and as all women do, she felt the desire to induce sexiness. Suddenly we were consumed by an incredible sexual pleasure that reach a peak and we
    experienced an orgasmic discharge. At that moment, our clothes suddenly burst in fire and our bodies produced an aura of high voltage static electricity.
    We jumped instantly away from the babies and went right through the ceiling, bursting into the second level condo. There was no one there at that moment and
    that was fortunate for the damages were extensive. We had gone through four inches of cement and the floor ceramic tiles. The walls had been damaged by the
    flying cement pieces and the large living room bay window was broken. It was like there had been an explosion.
    We jumped back through the hole and landed hard on our living room floor a few feet away from the babies. The babies were laughing at the unexpected show;
    they had seen everything and thought we had done something funny.

    “Oh my God, Lise,” I said under high emotion, “what you did is indescribable. This was for me the most intense sexual orgasm I could ever dream of; better than
    that, I would never have thought it could be so good and I am still shaking.”

    “For me too,” she replied, “and our clothes are still burning…” She said as she was tearing the burning clothes off her body, throwing them into the sink and
    turning on the tap water to extinguish them.

    I did the same, then turn on the large fan over the dining table and opened the doors to get the smoke out of the condo.

    We heard the siren of a fire truck and quickly put on some clothes; a few minutes later, the firefighters were knocking at the door.

    “Hi,” I said as I opened the door, “there is no fire but some damages occur.”

    The firefighters’ leader walked through the condo and looked at everything and was soon joined by two policemen.

    “What happened here?” The policeman asked.

    “Nothing illegal officer.”  I replied. “What happened looks like an explosion but a weird one for the babies have not been hurt and we were standing just a few
    feet from them. Besides that, I don’t think you will find any trace of explosives. What happened can’t be explained. I read though about spontaneous combustion
    and who knows it might have been something like it.

    We were about to get the babies out for a walk. There was a kind of static electricity discharge and our clothes burst in fire and we were projected up, through
    the roof, and into the upper condo and we fell back right through the hole and landed on our feet. Our clothes were on fire; we tore them apart put them in the sink
    and extinguish them. Then we heard the siren and we put on some new clothes.”

    “How come you don’t have any bruises or burn marks?”The officer asked as he looked at our hands and faces. “Bursting through a cement floor should have
    killed you and you don’t even have a scratch.”

    “We were enveloped by a bubble of energy, our heads never touched anything.”

    “But you tore apart burning clothes and you have no burning marks on your hands nor anywhere on your skin.”

    “I know, it is weird and I have no explanation.” I said.

    The officer asked for our driving licenses, took note of our identities and called the FBI to report what happened and find out if we were on any of the wanted
    lists. Then He called for a team of CSI investigators to do some tests in the condo. A few hours later, we were cleared and they left totally puzzled by the
    impossibility of what I told them. I called my insurance and asked the agent to come over and do a survey of the damages; I told him I was leaving but the door
    would be left unlock. We left with our backpacks on our shoulders and the babies in our arms.

    “I didn’t expect to have such an effect on you Richard.” Lise said as she was driving us towards Everglade City.

    We had decided to show the alligator’s park to our babies and then leave the car there, walk out of sight and fly to a nearby deserted island where we would
    practice our powers. The babies were only three weeks old but they look like they were one year old. They were very much aware of everything happening
    around them; they were laughing out loud when we were doing something funny and they clearly understood the uncomplicated things we were telling them.  
    They were obviously geniuses and we had no doubt that the organic robots circulating all through their bodies were enhancing all of their organs development as
    well as their brain function.

    “When I met you Lise and started going out with you, you had a great stimulating effect on me. My God, what a wonderful moment it was when we made love for
    the first time and then it was great the first one hundred times, quite good the next one thousand times, but as it went on over the years, your effect on me
    gradually shrank to a loss of interest over the last few years. But now, I want you; I want to experience again what happened at the condo when we kissed. That
    was such a gift from the Emissaries. I had written in my books that they had sexual meshing once enhanced and that didn’t involve the sexual act, the
    penetration. And now they just returned the favor.”

    “It was incredible for me too Richard but next time we will have to do it bare and a good distance away from the children. We were almost arrested today and
    brought to the precinct. We really hit the roof…”

    “Yes, that’s a good way to describe it, we hit the roof.” I said laughing.

    We showed the babies the hundred alligators piling up on each other and watched as the guide fed them with chicken. Emiss and Arries soon lost interest
    though and we left walking towards the woods. Once were out of sight, we took the babies in our arms and moved quickly two thousand feet upward.  We were
    now too small for anyone to see us from the ground and there were no airplanes or helicopters in sight. We looked down and picked up an island with a nice
    sandy beach and flew to that beach where we landed softly.

    We fed the babies and brought them into the water and let them play for a while in the sand; after a while we set up a makeshift bed and canopy and put them to

    “You know Richard, I am catching some of the babies thoughts; perhaps we can try communicate telepathically with each other. Relax, concentrate on your inner
    self and try to read my mind, try to catch what I am thinking right now.”

    “All right, I see an image of a horse riding on the beach, you and me, side by side and you just said, great, you got it but I didn’t see your lips moving…”
    “I thought it and you just read my thoughts Lise.”

    We practiced for a while and soon we were conversing at much higher speed and depth than ever before for we could broadcast images from mind to mind to
    underline everything we said telepathically. There was total trust for it seemed to me that in such conversation, we would catch the smallest lack of sincerity.

    “We are telepaths now and we developed that power in no time, the power just came out as soon as I mentioned it.”

    “Yes Lise, perhaps we can try to lie now, to telepathically fool each other, thinking and broadcasting with maximum sincerity a lie and I would say the best way
    would be to believe the lie at the moment we think it.”

    “And why should we do that?”

    “In my books, the emissaries had to bluff their way out of tight situations with powerful aliens; perhaps these aliens had telepathic power right from birth and
    never even thought about lying. We humans might be the only sentient species that had developed con artists; that have practiced cheating and lying all the time.
    The ability to lie might save us or save our world one day.”

    “OK, I believe and trust your intuition; anything you say, after all that recently happened how could I doubt anymore? Let’s try but also, let’s try to go deeper to
    read each other’s mind like an open book and find a way of blocking it if one of us succeeds.”

    We tried that first for we needed to go much deeper before even trying to lie and soon, we were able to go real deep; I could see Lise’s images of the important
    moments of her life. I shared her emotions and approved them. I didn’t cry since my eyes would shed no water but when there was sorrow, my aura would take
    on sorrowful colors and when there were joyful souvenirs my aura would burst into multicolor, into a rainbow of moving colors and it was the same for Lise.
    Nothing was left hidden. Some of those souvenirs were shameful but sharing them was like a liberating confession.  

    “I still love you Richard; even after I saw how much more you loved several years ago that woman Ginette.”

    “Good, I feel liberated now that you know everything about me and I still love you too even if I just found out what really happened to the collapsible boat I was
    building in the living room sixty years ago. I thought somebody stole it after breaking in while we were away. I had work eight months on it…and you got rid of

    “Yes, eight months in the living room, our living room…”

    “I could have sold it; I mean the invention and we might have received a lot of money for it and would be rich now… I would have played more golf, made more
    trips instead of writing that crazy trilogy and we would have lived a nice routine life instead or turning into supermen and billionaires.”

    “So now you put all what is happening on my shoulders; I am now responsible for our gift? In such case then, the spaceship is going to be mine but I will let you
    sleep in it.”

    “You mentioned the spaceship again and I still have an apprehension; let’s try to lie to each other now; we may need the ability sooner than we expect.”

    We were soon able to close our mind and lie with great sincerity as we conversed in the telepathic mode.

    “All right Richard, now that we can fool any of your imaginary aliens, let’s try to develop some defense or attack powers. I will try to levitate that huge boulder and
    if I can’t, I will find the limit of that ability.”

    Initially, we could only lift small objects but as we kept on practicing, our powers improved. We could lift a heavy dead tree and even break its branches if we
    both tried together. I then tried to send an electrical jolt to the dead tree and realized that it was one of our powers. After some practice, we could throw a light
    bolt strong enough to break the tree in two pieces as it burst into flame.

    “Not bad Lise, we do have some incredible powers. There is another one that we may need very soon though and it is the ability to change our appearance. In
    my books, the Emissaries became changelings. They could transformed their faces and copy anyone’s face. They could also change themselves into
    werewolves or shark; let’s try to change one of our hands into a paw.”

    Another hour passed and we could transform parts of our bodies into anything we wanted. The babies had woken up hungry as always; we fed them and played
    with them for a while and then we packed up and flew back to Everglade City where we had left our car.

    The following days, we learned a number of languages. It was easy for us with our perfect memory and enhanced vocal ropes. We could even imitate the CD-
    ROM  teacher’s voice in such perfect way that no one would be able to guess that it was the voice of an imitator.

    We never slept, we never felt tired; we had an incredible vitality at all time and the comforting sensation that we had incredible powers to use whenever those
    powers would be needed. We learned Spanish, Italian, German, Russian, Chinese and Arabic in addition to the languages we already mastered: French and
    English. After a while, we found out that there was a similarity between all those languages and each one we learned helped us learn the next one.
    I had also gone through all the mathematics, physics, Chemistry, biology, medicine books I fetched at the Hilton Head Library from which I could learn
    something; I needed to pursue my goal at acquiring all the knowledge that would help me in the development of a new and useful technology. I realized then that I
    had to go to the best universities and research centers and talk with the greatest scientific minds of the time to go any further in my quest for knowledge.

    The babies were now talking and didn’t need diapers anymore. They were running around and it was time for us to move back to our hometown, meet the family
    and take care of the matters of protecting them against kidnappers.

    One evening I touched the matter with Lise and she was more than ready for that.

    “Should we take a flight or take the car Richard?” She asked.

    “Our babies are still vulnerable darling. We have to take minimum risk until they are grown up and mate which will take just a few more years. Perhaps we should
    fly there or use the spaceship, the ultimate spaceship and if it is as good as the one I described in my books, it would be almost indestructible when it protects
    itself with a field of space/time energy.

    It wouldn’t even be affected if it was hit squared by a nuclear head rocket and an invisible elastic field protects the passengers inside. If the spaceship hit the
    ground or a large size meteorite, the elastic field gets stronger and glues the passengers in place. Moreover, the ship activate instantly a gravity annihilator so
    that the final result is that if the ship impacts a planet at full speed, say at light speed or a multiple of the light speed, the passengers won’t feel a thing. If the ship
    goes fast enough, it will just go right through the planet, possibly pulverizing it and there will be no harm to the passengers.”

    “Wow! Maybe it is time now to find it. Can you do a telepathic call to that artificial intelligence, Hilda, that was her name in your trilogy, and tell her we are
    ready to meet her and take possession of the ship.”

    “I already tried Lise, and it doesn’t work. I got no reply and I still have that foreboding that tells me that we have to be careful in our search for it; we have to
    approach the island where it lies in an unnoticeable way.”

    “We just have to turn our skin black and search for it at night.” She said. “Nobody will see us.”

    “I know but that dangerous presence, that I sense when I think about the spaceship; that ghost, Demon or alien that lurked in proximity of the spaceship might be
    able to notice our arrival even if we are camouflaged by skin color or body transformation. Then there are the babies; we don’t want to leave them here or have
    them with us if we have to fight our way into the spaceship.”