“Lindsey, would you like to start the Longue Durée program? You are only 34.” “And in six years I will be forty.” She answered. “I already have wrinkles on my face, my hips are getting wider, and I noticed a little tummy right here.” She put her hand on her navel. “I take that as a yes?” “Yes! You and Father have done it. You haven’t had any side effects, have you?”
“No, but it does have a downside. All your friends, bridesmaids, everyone you knew before, will all grow old and die. You will find yourself wanting to share our secret with them, but you cannot. You will remember things that happened eighty years ago, and say something about it, while people look at you at thirty years old, as if you have lost your mind.
It also affects a baby. It develops wrong and will abort before the full term. That is what killed Nicole. And, you can never go back to where someone may recognize you, and wonder why you look so young and youthful, while their bones ache, their skin wrinkles, and their hair turns white. Can you handle that responsibility?”
The three books of Longue Durée follow the crazy life of Louis Bautista. While serving as a delivery captain for a redhead widow, he receives a small package before the carrier is murdered in an alley on the island of St. Croix. The package was addressed to a research lab in Orlando, Florida where Louis becomes part owner of the age reversing drug that he now possesses.
Production of the drug made them both billionaires, and almost got them killed. The drug was expensive to produce, and only the elite wealthy could afford it. Politicians, investors, sports figures, and famous musicians, fought for a date for their treatment, while the rest of the world, suffer through existing illnesses, and die at their normal time.
In book II, Louis Bautista, became Louis Montgomery, and bought a home and residency on Nevis Island. Nevis is a sovereign island and becomes his sanctuary through all of the books. After the loss of his company, his best friend, and his American citizenship, he returns to Orlando, at much cost, and creates MRI, Montgomery Research Inc.
Louis is again a billionaire, CEO, a convict, and a scientific research leader. His by-product sales are rivaled only by QVC and Amazon. The original Longue Durée has never been recreated, for the public. Only Louis has the recipe.
In book III, Louis marries a religious girl. Louis has created his new life, and all of his products, with science. He feels even God used science. It was only a matter of figuring out how he did it.
Sandra, a preacher’s daughter, is constantly trying to correct Louis, but he fights a good fight, even creating life! Sandra and Louis eventually have a son, and a daughter, but the son is born dead, and brought back to life by more of Louis’s scientific research. With far reaching complications, his son will extend research far beyond his father and effect the world, and beyond. Even with Michael’s genius status, he still wants to… just be a teenager.
The problems we were about to unleash, had bit me before. My impulse was to create a new identity, and use the new residence in St. Kitts as my home base.
I felt the anxiety, remembering how the greed of the world would pay any price for youth and extended life. Longue Durée made me the billionaire that I am. I didn’t need any more money, but it has become a mental disease.
What would they do now, that anyone could have a perfect body, or cure any biological imperfection?
She catches things, and brings them in the house to show me.
I have had a Pomeranian for about fifteen years. She has been a great companion and is trained to my rules, quirks, and hand signals. Her nose has turned from black to grey, her tail often hangs down instead of resting over her hips, and I have to rub her shoulders in the mornings so she doesn’t limp.
I decided to buy a Pom puppy so the training and personality could be passed on. The new puppy, Zenzi, is now nine months old, and has mastered most of Koko’s training. My timing was perfect. I have noticed that Koko would often sit in the floor and stare at me. She watched my face, what I was doing, and my hand gestures. After a few tests, I discovered that Koko is losing her hearing. When Zenzi barks at the door, Koko chimes in with her and doesn’t really know why. Zenzi quits barking when I address the problem, but Koko continues until she makes optical recognition with me. On the good side, having Zenzi in the house, has encouraged Koko to become more active. She runs and plays now, almost as active as Zenzi. When she becomes tired, she goes to a large piece of pottery, (the toybox), picks out something she thinks I will like, and brings it to me. It’s payment for what we call a butt-lift. I pick her up and she lays against my leg on the couch.
The latest challenge, is a very large hawk. I saw it swoop across Zenzi’s six-pound body and land on a branch, ten feet in front of her. I ran toward it, and threw a piece of wood at it. It just sat and looked at me and then at Zenzi. I grabbed the garden hose and blasted the bird with water. Each time it comes back I squirt it again. Birds don’t fly well with wet feathers. I bought the big plastic owls with the rotating heads, the mylar holographic tape, fishing line, and old CD’s that rotate and reflect the sun. The birds here are just too smart.
My neighbor informed me that the mother had a young one in a nest in their yard, and sure enough, she was teaching the baby how to hunt Pomeranians. They were both in my yard. They both got a shower. I was told that hawks return to the same place to nest each year, and we DO have many other large predatory birds here in Florida, so I went to level two. I traded my driveway Miata for something more useful.
I have been working on, what I call, Trust Exercises. It involves letting her go with me outside of the fenced in yard, and stay with me. I am on a slow road that is lightly traveled and try to do this when everyone is home. She was doing so good that we went farther around the other side of the house. Today, I was working in the back yard and left the garage door open. The overhead was open too, so Zenzi stealthily went through and across my neighbor’s lawn. As I worked in the back yard, I heard a small dog barking. No… Zenzi’s in the house. I saw her run into another fenced in back yard with a woman from the third house trying to catch her and rescue her. Zenzi was scared and had run into a fenced in corner. I started yelling for her, stooped down, and she ran, jumped in the air, and I caught her as usual. We just did Trust, again. This time she was never more then ten feet from me at any time.
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Pg. 217 I waddled through the line at Customs and Immigration. Today it was extremely slow. There was a Puerto Rican family in front of me. They were a young couple with a new baby that was carried by the mother, and a young boy about six years old. The boy kept looking at my beard, and how tall I was compared to his father.
I started waddling back and forth with exaggerated waddles. The boy smiled and sometimes laughed. The line finally moved another six feet. I looked at him and looked at his little brother. I looked at him and looked at his little brother again. The boy was catching on and smiling ear to ear waiting for me.
“mmmmMMMMMMmoooooo!” I said. The baby’s eyes got huge. It looked like it’s head may explode. Suddenly, it’s face turned bright red and, “WWWHHHAAAA!”
The boy blew his gum two rows away. I just stood there acting innocent as the boy could not stop laughing.
Jennifer, is only one of many unusual, and crazy, characters in the Longue Durée books.
Jennifer played by her own rules. I needed a person I could trust and depend on at the front desk of M.R.I., my pharmaceutical research corporation, and gave her a chance. She kept track of everything going on in my business and alerted me when it got suspicious. In scientific research, you don’t have a lot of walk-in customers, so her choice of attire, didn’t really matter.
There were a few times that she pushed it. The Nun outfit with thigh-high’s comes to mind, followed by a sexy cop uniform, with a very real looking gun and badge. She not only alerted me when my presence was necessary to resolve departmental wars, but called me about suspicious customers regularly visiting my high security research and development department. Thanks to her, the Feds busted an espionage group that cost me millions.
Jeniffer got married and moved to Chicago. After years of service, she told us that her boyfriend here in Orlando, managed a playhouse, and together, they had just bought one in Chicago. Who knew?
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Many of you know me from a diversity of social media sites, so you probably know that I lost my 15-year Pomeranian, Koko. I’m over the loss now.
A year, or so, before she died of kidney failure, I bought Zenzi, a wolf-sable Pomeranian. She learned fast, and inherited all of Koko’s tricks and habits. That was a good thing. My wife is a great trainer and has a lot more patience than myself. (She’s married to me.)
Zenzi graduated… and has become the perfect companion. When Koko died, Zenzi became depressed and there was no way to explain death to a dog. I did, but those words were not in her vocabulary. She laid around a lot, and stared at me, wanting to know when I was going to go get Koko, or wondering what Koko did that made me so mad, to get rid of her. No way to explain. Zenzi was about a year old, and no longer in that puppy stage. After much thought, I decided that another puppy was the answer. Pomeranians aren’t happy when they are alone.
In my latest books, Louis Bautista had a Pomeranian in book 1 and 2.
I flew to North Carolina to buy a little black and tan Pom. I researched taking a dog on a plane, and… I think I can do it. (That story is on my blog), but the bottom line is that a weird bonding happened because of the airport experience. Now in Florida, Athena follows me everywhere. I haven’t been to the bathroom alone in months. Normally, my wife is the trainer, and I don’t interfere with her years of experience. Like I said, more patience than me.
Athena says otherwise. I… am her human, and she rejects the authority of my wife. She whines when I go to work, sleeps between my knees at night, and has learned that if she stares at me long enough, I will give her a dog-biscuit. So, I have been doing her training. I am on lockdown with this Corona 19 thing, so the timing is good. She’s a lot smarter than I thought. I have learned that it is not that she can’t learn, she just doesn’t want to learn. She is the most, strong-willed, dog I have ever owned. She is finally surrendering to STAY, DROP, and NO. She learned COME fast enough, but just doesn’t always feel like doing it. I teach my dogs hand signals as they learn the commands. I also teach them that belching and farting, gets rewards. My wife just shakes her head at me.
The leash is my biggest challenge now. She just lies down, like, drag me human! You can’t use a collar like a regular dog. Poms have a trachea issue, so you have to use a harness. She hates the harness as well. I have several different styles, and she prefers the old original nylon straps. Due to the Florida heat, I believe she wants as little body contact as possible. She’s making progress. Wait until she discovers that I bought seat belts for the car.
Once again, my patience is a bit less than a dog trainer, and often she frustrates me, and I feel like she’s beating me. I have failed. She’s going to hate me for all of the abuse I’m inflicting on her. Sometimes I get so frustrated that I consider giving her to someone more qualified.
Then… I finish my latest page for my website, save it for tomorrows posting, and shut down the three 24” monitors in front of me. The cooling fans whine to a stop, I close my schedule book, and roll my chair away from my desk. It stops against something and I look back in the floor. Athena pushed her dog bed across the room, and against my chair. There is a sudden flow of emotion. I reach down, pick up her limp three pound body, and hold her against my chest. “Come on girl, it’s bed time.”
In my latest books, Louis Bautista had a Pomeranian in book 1 and 2.
I sat the cruise control at 80 mph as the car rolled up I-95. I remembered Celia, Nicole, Judy, and even Lindsey, with tears that made it to my chin. I remembered Cadi, and my sadness turned to laughter. Nicole’s mother was a blast. Arrested for racing a teenager after recovering from Alzheimer’s. So many lives I could have saved, and made their lives healthy and enjoyable, but vanity and wealth ruined it for the world.
I have a sister in Ohio that I haven’t seen in… a very long time. She should be about, seventy-two by now. I would love to give her the Durée but I know, that she would demand to give it to her kids, or someone in her life eventually, and there comes the problem again. Better for me to just remain like I am, dead to the world.
“But Martin, he is a seven-year-old kid. He needs to be a kid.” “Where did you read that crap? The population has an image of their rituals, and traditions. As long as society keeps replicating their parents, they will never be more than a carbon copy with flaws. Michael is breaking the mold, and creating a new future for his generation. When he comes out, I will ask him to show you the result of his experiments that he did since you left. He did it in two weeks! TWO FUCK’N WEEKS!”
Martin calmed down, landed his elbows on the table, and laced his fingers together. He supported his furry chin with his two thumbs and looked at Sandra. “I have been dreading this day.” He looked back and forth at us with watery eyes and stopped on Sandra “When Louis brought you to me, pregnant, and about to lose Michael, I didn’t know if I could save you both. I had been working on the bionites, and using my own DNA for the tests. I had a culture in the lab that had showed positive results and remained alive, so to speak. The objective of the test was to enhance the bionites with the knowledge of myself. Think how cool it would be if I could become an atomic sub-quark and go into the human body, the human cells, the human atomic particles, and repair or modify any damaged or dead ingredients.” He stopped and cleared his eyes.
“Michael was dead. That’s it! He was dead! I had Bethany get the culture, and we injected it intravenously. In two minutes, his heart started beating. In four minutes, his flesh showed good color. In ten minutes, all of his vitals were exactly where a newborn baby’s vitals should be.”
“You are telling me that you are as much of Michael’s father as I am?” “Basically.” He looked at the tears running down Sandra’s face. “So,” I said, “this would explain his increased intelligence and advancement of years?” “Yes and no. I was not as intelligent as Michael at his age. I launched model rockets and dissected a frog. I spent forty years getting to where he is. I never created a human organ at seven years old.” “What?” “We’ll get to that. My culture that I gave Michael had one flaw. I originally had planned to give the bionites an expiration date, at which time they would have the repairs done, and become inert in the human body. I hadn’t figured out how to do that yet.”
“So, Michael has your intelligence, with the bionites applying any modification to his brain and body parts, that they see as advantageous.” “Correct, BUT! They not only have that ability, but will increase exponentially with no cut off time.” “You really did create a mad scientist.” “Yes, the choice was to let him remain dead.” There was a long silence at the table.