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.
That evening, Sandra wanted to go to church. There was one little church on the other side of the island. It was similar to the one that she went to in Florida so she dressed conservatively and I wore a white shirt and a tie. I ran the air conditioner in the Miata and kept the windows closed to not mess up her hair. We parked in the sand lot beside the building and sat in the car watching the people go into the church. They were all carrying bibles, so we also carried ours. We walked to the door and were greeted with handshakes and smiles. “Good evening brother.” “Good evening. I shook the procession of hands and proceeded into the room. We were the only white people in the church. I looked around a little worried.
“God doesn’t see colors.” She smiled at the room full of faces watching us, took my hand, and found two seats about half way to the front. “Hello, I am reverend Thomas. I don’t think I have met you before.” I reached up and shook his hand while he and Sandra discussed histories, where we lived, and how her father was also a minister. I sat in a daze looking at the bleeding statues and wondered why they saw their savior as a tortured man with thorns piercing his head and a baby in a manger when to the best of my reading, he was a powerful and impressive archangel before he saved humankind, and would later be their global sovereign.
I snapped back to Sandra as the music started and the hands clapped in unison. There was no air conditioning in this building. It had metal louvers on two sides and a nice ocean breeze occasionally blew a paper from the benches of randomly placed books. The preacher spoke occasionally but mostly, everyone sang. Song after song with hands clapping and butts swinging.
In the end, a bowl was passed and we dropped a twenty in as we passed it on. We left the church with the rest of the group and drove slowly along the shoreline road. It was a full moon and there was no conversation in the car. Sandra was deep in thought, and so was I. I never planned to have a family. I still don’t want to have a family. I would be restricted in my travels and activities. I love spontaneous sex and now we will be dragging a baby everywhere. The thought of leaving Sandra crossed my mind, but was quickly dismissed. Then again, there will be a baby inside her contorting her tight body into a shape that may or may not be repairable. I then questioned if it could be someone else’s baby. I almost wished it was for a few reasons. One, I would have a justified exit plan, and two, it would dismiss the possibility that the Longue Duree, that resides in my body, may kill them both as it did Nicole. I realize I am being selfish, scared, groping for an exit, but deep down I know that Sandra’s morals are infinitely higher than mine, and she would not have cheated on me. “Deal with it Louis.” I said aloud.
“I loved writing these. Each book got crazier.” David Alexander
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In book 3, Michael steals his fathers Jaguar, and totals it on I-95.
Longue Durée, Extending Life, by David Alexander
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 man 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.
“Great. Bethany, I have another lab. It is doing research off the grid. Would you be interested in helping us, off the record? Think about what you could do if the government didn’t set your limits.”
“And I still get paid?”
“Yes. I brought them back to life. I took a sample of their DNA, broke it down on the spectral analyzer, and cataloged the atomic structure of each creature. Then I created the atoms and elements to regenerate it. I sort of mapped an atomic cocktail, and let the machine create it inside the mouse carcass. Within twenty-four hours, the mouse was standing and breathing. In three days, they were as you see them, now.”
“Do you realize what you have done?”
“Yes, he does, Bethany. That’s why I brought you here.”
“What are these? Ohhhhhh!” Bethany stepped into a side room and looked at several containers of human organs, one hand, and a bearded man’s head.
“More tests,” said Martin, “reach into the liquid and squeeze the hand.” He elbowed me on the arm to watch.
“AAAAAHHHH! IT SQUEEZED ME BACK!” We laughed.
I threw her a towel, and she dried her hand.
“And what does the head do? Sing Beatles songs?”
She stroked her fingernail from the head’s chin up into the temple. His eyes suddenly opened, and he smiled, showing his grey teeth.“AAAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAHHH!”
I grabbed her. She was clearly upset. “DON’T TOUCH ME! AAAHH!” She pulled away from me.
Bethany rushed out to the loading dock, and I found her with her face against the concrete block wall.
“Should I take you back to MRI?”
“No way! You guys are breaking all the laws. Man, and God.”
“Yes, we are. What’s your decision?”
“Count me in.”
This is the book that started it. Each one kept getting crazier.
“Yello! Louis Bautista.”
“Louis… this is Celia…mom just called me. She said that she got you to help her get her driver’s license. Do you think she can deal with that?”
“Oh yeah! She hot rodded my beemer like an Indy driver.”
“So where are you? “Asked Celia.
“I just got on I-95 south. I should be home in a couple hours. Probably about noon.”
“Okay… see you soon… bye.”
Celia rolled over, naked in the bed, and looked into Anthony’s eyes.
“Where did Josh go?” She asked.
“He just ran to the restroom. He’ll be right back.” Said Anthony.
“I have to go home. I enjoyed our night together.” She kissed him and started to get out of the bed. He pulled her back as she giggled and he got on top of her, one more time. Josh appeared beside them and waited for a break to join in.
We have all become so dependant on the internet. Right now, being isolated in our homes, it is keeping us all from being a domestic violence statistic. My lawn has never been so manicured. My Pomeranians have never had so much attention, and my vehicles have never sat idle for so long.
Can you imagine… do it for a minute… if they shut off the internet. I read that the dark web had already been shut down, so this crossed my mind. Even now, I order my groceries, stay in touch with my family, send my latest manuscript to my editor, and do all of my advertising, ON THE INTERNET. We literally do almost everything on the internet now. We can Google the answer or location of anything, compare prices globally, and learn how to do anything on YouTube. Even school, church, and working from home, requires, internet. There are people reading this, that have never been without the internet or their cell phone.
I live on the east coast of Florida, and we held out on home confinement longer then most. I am only on my ninth day of the thirty day restriction. I have logged many hours in my home office shopping, exploring, and editing.
Today, I am going to get out of here. “I’M GOING TO ESCAPE!”
I did adjustments and cleaned the dust off the bike. I fastened an old milk crate behind the seat, and I am taking my face mask, and hand wipes shopping. We have a few pawn shops, dollar stores, and a pharmacy, within riding distance. Maybe the hardware store is selling tomato plants, and I will try to grow one? HA HA!
My next book, Insomniacs, is ready for my editor, and I was, (Operative word, WAS ), 167 pages into, The Repeater, before I was hit head-on with writers block. Maybe I can pedal into some inspiration?
Inside an abandoned warehouse in Orlando, with weeds, a rusted semi-truck, and two stopped up loading dock drains, is the most high-tech research facility in the world. Here, they have learned how to reverse aging.
We are born, imperfect humans. Louis was definately no exception, and while persueing the company of a wealthy widow in Barbados, was handed the ingredients for eternal life. Longue Durée, can not only reverse your mind and body to a younger age, but also cures many issues like Osteoporosis and Alzheimer’s.
There is only one catch! It’s expensive.
How would the world respond to such a miracle drug? What would they pay to have all of their pain and imperfections removed? Sounds good, but… what about social security and pension plans. If people didn’t die from age, cancer, or a heart attack, the pharmaceutical and medical empires would go bankrupt. The wealthy and famous will still want Longue Durée, but surely it cannot be available to, everyone?