“Yes. They have created a being; and blown the breath of life into it. It is, according to Bethany, a sentient being able to think, function, make decisions, and reproduce.”
“Louis, this is wrong. This is very wrong.”
Louis had a condo in Uruguay. He also had a farm in Uruguay. He went to an auction, of a government research facility, and bid on an entire room of equipment, that nobody else wanted. He won, and with much expense, took it all back to Orlando to his old partner’s laboratory. This is a cut from book III, of Longue Durée, Extending Life.
Martin walked around the array of parts and wires, analyzing all the ingredients.
“So, do you know what it is?” I asked, humbly.
“Got an idea, but I’m not sure, yet. Help me move this over there, and this over there.” He pointed.
We spent the next forty-eight hours plugging things in, reading directions, checking parts to internet specs and bolting things to the walls and floors with anchor bolts. The screen came on when we plugged in the regular wall current, but we had held back on turning on the switch to the little reactor.
“I suspect that there is an overthruster here someplace?” asked Doc.
“What does it look like?” I asked.
“It’s usually triangular, with a transducer module on each point. The signals mix and create a…….”
“I FOUND IT!”
“Yes, you did! Plug it into this cradle, and we should be ready to see what the big voltage does.” We were both excited like a couple kids with their daddy’s Playboy collection.
“WAIT!” yelled Martin.
“What?”“I don’t want to die in another lab explosion. Let’s go to the hardware store.”
We went down to Ace and bought a big roll of 10 ga. wire, and a big fused switch. We interfaced the wire into the switch of the reactor and basically bypassed it to the roll of wire. We unrolled it across the floor and out onto the loading dock. We connected the switch to the end, and now, we could turn the thing on from outside. We spent another hour checking our work, and then went out on the dock.
“You flip it.” Martin said.
“No, It’s your lab!”
“It’s your fuck’n reactor!”
“Okay, SHIT!” I reached down and picked up the box. With my right hand on the lever, I stepped behind the wall. I looked into Martin’s eyes and he gave me a big smile, like we were about to die in style. I flipped the switch.
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Book three just got back from the editor, and went live on Amazon. While she edits, we email back and forth constantly. One night about 9PM, I received this one.
“David, One thing that really bugs me when I am editing, is when the story is SO COMPELLING, that I end up reading and reading to see what is going to happen, and then after going ahead 40-50 pages, I realize “Oh drat! I didn’t edit those pages, I just READ them!” and then have to backtrack. You, sir, are one of those authors that make me do that.” (Exact quote from my editor)
After about a half hour, and other patients getting angry from the delay, another doctor came in and went directly to Nicole’s room. She was moved to a surgical room in the back of the building, and Margie looked at me, worried.
Two hours later, an hour past quitting time, the other patients had been rescheduled for tomorrow. I sat alone in the waiting room, doing what I never do. I prayed.
Doc Dabney came through the door and sat down beside me. He was thinking of what he was about to say, and choosing his words carefully.
“Did we lose the baby, doc?” I said it to save him the stress.
“And Nicole, too.”
I broke into tears, as Doc patiently waited for me to get control. I got dizzy and felt like I may pass out.
“What happened, Doc?” I forced the words.
“She began bleeding. Something was wrong with the baby. It wasn’t normal. It aged to a point, and then just stopped. It wasn’t developing as it should have been. Her body must have sensed it somehow; and tried to reject it. The uterus had been torn from the muscle spasms; and would not coagulate. I even tried a dry pack, and it still wouldn’t stop. Her symptoms were like an abortion drug called Cytotec. She hasn’t taken anything but vitamins, has she?”
I thought of the Longue Durée. It has never been tested for childbirth. The color drained from my face, as I felt responsible for their deaths.
“No, Doc. Just the vitamins.”
“LOUIS! I’m going to have to fire Jennifer!”
“I gave her a raise.”
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?
Jennifer, was one of many unusual, and crazy, characters in the Longue Durée books. The download on Amazon is cheap… or free!
Celia Judel brought in a 46′ sailboat to Barbados, alone, after her husband died of a heart attack at sea. Everyone, including Louis, pitied her and praised her for her survival skills. Louis even volunteered to help her sail her yacht back to Hilton head. They anchored in a small island on the way where she scattered Donald’s ashes. “I think Donald would have liked it here.”