“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?
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?
Jennifer, is only one of many unusual, and crazy, characters in the Longue Durée books. The download on Amazon is cheap… or free!
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.
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.