Origins: Testament of the One

By Aaron Colbert

Humankind has inherited the repercussions of a crime it didn't commit—a crime that cannot be easily forgotten or forgiven. Origins – The Testament of the One is a redemptive saga that ignites humanity's flicker of evolution into eternity's light.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Mar 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781543958263

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Copyright © 2018 by Aaron Colbert

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Colbert, Aaron. Origins: Testament of the One / Aaron Colbert p. cm.

Print ISBN: 978-1-54395-825-6

eBook ISBN: 978-1-54395-826-3

Categories of work - Epic, Futuristic, Dystopian, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Spiritual, Ecological, Horror.

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Dedication

"To Jeff and Ken

And all like us. The brilliant Ones formed by the

Father of all Crucibles."

Epigraph

Jesus

Verily, verily. I say unto you. He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.

The Christ

John 14:12 King James Version (KJV)

Preface

I don’t know ... three simple words that have from the very beginning, clouded my mind from the dawn of my relationship with reason. They bind us like the chains of slavery, to ignorance and the less than, and all of its malignant rewards. I could never understand how humanity accepted those words as an answer.

Question from reason, Why did you think that?

Answer from destructive source, I don’t know.

Question from reason, Why did you say that?

Answer from destructive source, I don’t know.

Question from reason, Why did you do that?

Answer from destructive source, I don’t know.

Question from reason, Why do you believe that?

Answer from destructive source, I don’t know.

It was from this terrifying all too common answer that Origins was born. I firmly believe that we will all have to answer for our life’s contributions, or lack thereof, to the human equation.

Prior to the answering at the end of the experiment of Humanity’s success or otherwise, lies the life journey itself. And the LIGHT will never accept I don’t know.

Origins is the result of the I don’t know, a frightening and cautionary tale of actions, without consideration of consequence. So buckle up, because I DON’T KNOW.

AC

Acknowledgments

To Marcie, my beloved helpmate

And

The truest muse of the Devine Feminine.

To Susan, bright, faithful, and

funny.

To all those English teachers

Who saw, and believed.

Contents

Chapter 0

Night

Chapter 1

The Sand and the Line that Lies Therein

Chapter 2

Unleashed

Chapter 3

Martyrs

Chapter 4

Energy in the Dark

Chapter 5

You Know What I Mean

Chapter 6

I’m Here

Chapter 7

Spider to the flies

Chapter 8

Father Earth

Chapter 9

It’s all in the Numbers

Chapter 10

Behold the Dawn

Chapter 11

One Thing is Missing

Chapter 12

The Edge of a Blade

Chapter 13

Entitled

Chapter 14

Deceiver

Chapter 15

The Trace Becomes a Line

Chapter 16

Construct

Chapter 17

Brothers

Chapter 18

Gathering of the Tribes

Chapter 19

Woman with Life and Death Tattooed

Chapter 20

The President of the United States

Chapter 21

Food

Chapter 22

The Price of Freedom

Chapter 23

Hidden and Sought

Chapter 24

Baransu’s Path

Chapter 25

Clique, Clique, Clique

Chapter 26

Man’s Bain

Chapter 27

In Charge

Chapter 28

It Isn’t Done Yet

Chapter 29

Coming Together

Chapter 30

Earth’s Voice

Characters

The Colonies

Chapter 0

Night

H ow did it come to this? How could mother earth be in such bad shape?" She half whispered, deep in thought, as she slowly shook her slightly lowered head. Her cool gray eyes matched the smoggy filled sky, capped by a thick ozone, as she looked out into the Atlantic and then back at the man who sat in the sand beside her.

Watching the milk like sky grow darker gray with the advance of evening, they sat, some 40 meters from the roiling tide, without beach blanket, on the shore of a beach town in New Jersey.

Tonight, the beach was essentially deserted, as it was late in the season of fall. Not that fall really mattered anymore, because the season barely existed. Now, and for decades on earth, the summer months lingered on with lethal heat only to be met by fall’s lack of participation. Evidenced by fall’s span of only one month, typically being December. Soon, on the tail of fall’s brief appearance, an erratic violent winter would roar into life, as the earth would suddenly shift full on her rotational axis during that 31-day span of fall. Giving the hazy sky on certain days, a new shimmering appearance, accompanied by fierce weather events as earth’s atmosphere struggled not to be sloughed off into space by the rapidly shifting earth beneath.

Unpredictable heat or cold came at the conclusion of this 31-day shift, that would last for five months, until an equally rapid shift of earth’s axis took place in the opposite direction during the 30 days in the month of June. Summer’s extreme blast would once again re-exert itself without spring’s consent.

Called the Cauldron Months, one could easily see a change in temperature of 100 degrees in December and June. These two months brought treacherous tsunami like tides in both hemispheres. Massive hurricanes and typhoons kept swimmers out, and Kamikaze surfer types in, the unpredictable and violent tides.

In short, for the last 30 years, earth moved through its orbital seasons like a terminally ill patient becoming more efficient in the art of dying, unable to control its most rudimentary and normal life functions, such as the gradual change in seasons we enjoy today.

Given the danger of any shore location during the Cauldron Months, the beach was still the couple’s favorite place. Almost alone on this expanse of deserted beach they reclined, ate finger sandwiches, drank hot herbal tea, and talked. They had been coming here for years without count. The couple always held hands, and always had the most interesting and intense conversations here in their favorite spot. This evening’s spirited tête-à-tête seemed in line with the rest, when the attractive elderly couple took pause to note and listen to three children attempting to play a game of tag in the sand some 30 meters away. The children’s eyes nervously danced from their group to the strangely attractive couple that sat nearby. The children’s eyes also darted oceanward and skyward with concern as it was Christmas Eve and late in the Cauldron Month of December. Winter could come crashing down any minute, leaving them no option but to run in an effort to escape treacherous lightning, torrential rains, deadly winds, and a violent surf that would most certainly snatch them into death from the ocean’s embrace.

No ships traveled the seas during the Cauldron Months, for the fear of instant destruction. Global warming had finally come to a point of not being denied or ignored.

It came to this because we allowed it to be. The man said with his head bowed in equal burden to the woman.

Yesterday we played amongst the stars. So many of us, all different yet the same, such a beautiful structure of family and friends, we could not count the number. She said.

Yes, but we sensed fear’s presence, gave it audience, spoke its verses, and performed its actions, without the thought of consequence, not only to ourselves, but to those that would follow, those that relied upon us, looked up to us, and needed us. He said

We are undone. She said. Finished. The earth itself confirms this now Dear Heart.

No…we are not. For there is The One" we cast away in fear and misguided rage for what he did. And in that most vile estrangement, he did not partake in our sin. Their form is the evidenced results of promised redemption; a diminished hope touching all of us, and yet we and our progeny still look upon them as freaks and things of lesser grace, just as we did to The One so long ago," said the handsome seemingly ageless man.

Then we must find Him, as the earth can bear our sin no longer, the extraordinarily beautiful woman replied, her gray eyes fierce with determination.

I pray that none has ever loved him. He said.

I don’t believe it to be so, as his form is still accepted as less by society. She replied.

The Lovers moved even closer together, providing one to the other more physical intimacy, and with that increased seclusion, instinctually and without further conversation, they closed their eyes. Lifting their heads heavenward, they listened to their environment, and felt the rhythmic breath of each other. Initially, their breaths came at slightly different moments, but within the span of three inhalations their breathing was in unison. Each had a smile as they together took in the cool air of autumn’s final moments. In peace, found only in true faith, they slipped themselves away from any thought of harm sitting so close to water’s edge during the very end of a Cauldron Month.

The couple began to feel the warmth of the other’s body through layers of gypsy clothing. They embraced this way for how long, they did not know, as time and the physical world yielded gracefully to the essence of them. Through the texture of many fabrics, he could feel the outline and softness of her breasts, the thickness of her raven colored hair, and the heat from the nape of her neck. Through his equally textured array of clothing, she could feel the strength of his thighs, his arms, and the fullness of his chest with each breath taken. After some time, they opened their eyes in unison to the gentle touch of raindrops that kissed their faces. Blinking, they looked upward into the darkening hazy sky as night approached.

They were alone now, as the children had gone, the sun’s final ray of light fading far in the west below the hazy horizon. The westerly wind had picked up in the last hour with gusts approaching 60 mph and the temperature had already dropped some 40 degrees since they had arrived this afternoon. Rain began to fall more heavily, and was now accompanied with flashes of lightning and roars of thunder between the sound of agitated surf, turning the ocean white and almost obscuring the horizon line between ocean and sky. The strengthening of the threatening surf could be heard getting closer. The Lovers held each other without concern of the weather for another hour. The two raised themselves without the typical physical effort associated with folks of their apparent age. They slowly and without effort, left the beach holding hands as they strolled through the compacted sand, now under six inches of water.

With calm composure, the woman looked back occasionally. The dangerously tumultuous greedy surf and the ocean beyond acted like a displeased child in a full tantrum about the couple’s departure. The man, looked only ahead through thickening sheets of rain and flashes of treacherous lightning with intense eyes of determination.

Chapter 1

The Sand and the Line that Lies Therein

There he sat, furrowed brow, and as usual, alone deep in thought.

Alone. He spoke softly.

This world that he now walked upon, never seemed to fit. It always felt just a slight bit off center to him. Although he was in it most times, he was not of it. Every night he meditated for hours on end, for sleep avoided him completely. He heard words in whole or in part—words like Aberash, Sampa, Tawil, Xoa, TiliK or Kubwa, Anguuthee, Lěng or Kō Rudo, and Agua or Caudal. All of the words he understood as he was well spoken in all languages of the world, but the context of them were shrouded in disjointed views of unrecognizable or forgotten places. Although the words true context remained a mystery to him, they somehow seemed strangely familiar which only added to his curiosity. Now, for the last four decades, with the words came other types of visions with sounds and smells familiar, but out of context. Longer fragments of some shrouded past, intermingled with snapshots of a disjointed future accompanied painful inhumane events of the present. These foretastes came fiercely to him with much dread, elation, and hope.

What is this all about? He thought.

There was a time when he knew a hard day’s work followed by peaceful inactivity. Now he knew only long stretches of consciousness and sparse moments of strange visions, sounds, smells, and words that had haunted away a thing he used to call repose.

He had many friends in his past, or at least relationships that approximated the faintest reflection of what he heard many people throughout his long life refer to as friends. But the concept of friendship was alien to him. All the temporary acquaintances he had formed in his years beyond count were always based from an unquenchable spiritual, mental, and physical desire; or a curiosity of his difference on the other person’s part, which in a long period of his vast life he called the Dark Years.

Since near his beginning he had been called powerful, peaceful, happy, strange, unnatural, and arrogant more times than not. From those whispered librettos, bad things from society toward him always grew into his fragile relationships, like the healthiest of unwanted thorny vines in nature. Those heavy protuberance lianas caused thousands of points of distress in his tenuous friendships as the vines of enmity twisted and turned their way into every aspect of a short-lived relationship. He learned that it was best not to shine, to avoid the thorns and thistles of any relationship, especially during the Dark Years.

Now, well beyond the Dark Years, his world was much better. He now felt more whole than he had been in a very long time. He had grown to know without doubt that this world could never spoil him.

I would be forever elevated above it, he thought.

This feeling not so long lived, gave him an equal sense of familiar comfort amongst the unending attraction of others, coupled with an aching loneliness derived from his invulnerability. Separated by something so deep within him that the world itself seemed to recognize the inevitability of singleness for this outlier. This creature would never truly live a normal life.

Even throughout and among the current generations of his own physical likeness, he stood starkly apart, outside, and beyond. Time after time in his travels, he reached out to individuals with this particular mutation he carried in hopes that his likeness would embrace him. Standing among those of his familiar ilk, he listened and watched, and above all knew that here too he was different. The others of his familiar look formed an idem tenuous sort of friendship with him that the rest of the world seemed to have formed. Except these vine-like relationships formed from a standpoint of a thornless curiosity. Making these friendships more palatable. Labeled an extreme deviant by all descriptions of humanity, to this very moment he walks alone.

His spirit, old as time’s beginning, derives power from the SOURCE. His mind, always focused, as clear as the morning air. His body, forged from the fires found in the hottest stars. When seen, his extreme alabaster skin appears to radiate light as a star itself rather than absorb it. Simply put, he was and is utterly hypnotic to others in his life force and physical beauty. The first being with Albinism, his spiritual, mental, and physical nature is composed of all the virtuous elements in their purest form.

Now, many thousands of centuries later, this ancient creature moves with stealth about the earth not knowing his true purpose, but in search of it. Income is not a concern to him, as he has amassed vast sums of unique and priceless items of worth, some fashioned by his own hand and other items given to him as gifts. His network of acquaintances although less tenuous than in the Dark Years, is comprehensive from the very rich to the poorest. However, people still prove too untrustworthy in actions and so to this day he has very few true friends and is most at peace with nature. Women have always loved him, and desire to touch him in the most intimate fashion. Everywhere he went the fairer sex always surrounded him in throngs, their eyes of multiple colors and shapes from all ethnicities, burning with the truest essence of woman’s life force. This immediate and consuming passionate phenomenon from the opposite sex was natural to him as he understood the curious nature that is woman.

They simply want and need to know, he always thought as he peacefully smiled.

Men were equally attracted to him from a standpoint of power, wisdom, and peace. The most violent of men found themselves weeping with joy and harmony in his presence. Those men that are presupposed to other men, were moved as women, with an unquenchable desire to have him, or his attention, even for the briefest of moments.

For the last 40 years, a blink in this being’s life, he continued to be a modern day nomad. Words danced in his mind, Ground, Aberash, Sampa, Tawil, Xoa, TiliK or Kubwa, Anguuthee, Lěng or Kō Rudo, and, Agua or Caudal, as he traveled the arid earth, in an attempt to see, smell, hear, or taste something remotely like the veiled things his mind revealed. He turned his attention to Washington, D.C. for the new President’s Inauguration. For some reason, this man filled him with a sense of caution and dread not for himself, but for the young beings called mankind that populate and rule this world. The feeling of dread about the new incoming president was enough to halt his nomadic movement and some would say, obsessive travel in search for the answer behind the words.

Up… up… habibi, his mind thought.

He effortlessly rose to his feet from a crossed legged seated position on a single white cushion, which rested on his onyx stone floor. In response to his immense speed and strength, his red under robe and black and white outer robes swirled and snapped as a whip at the hem. He quickly, yet calmly spoke with his sweet baritone voice into his Virtual Autobiographer (VA) in his Hover Drone (HD), new scenes witnessed in his mind as the same words found a place front and center in his time of meditation. Aberash, Sampa, Ground, Tawil, Xoa, TiliK or Kubwa, Anguuthee, Lěng or Kō Rudo, and, Agua or Caudal, nestled into a peaceful place of remembrance, as the day and its activities took his attention.

By U.S. law, everyone—rich and indigent alike—were assigned and used a HD with VA. It was mandatory to record at least an hour of one’s day from the time that one could speak. These e-recordings were instantaneously uploaded and kept by the U.S. Library of Congress under the section called Voices of the Common Man. They were used to accurately measure present day society’s priorities and viewpoints, as well as serve as an unbiased source for earth’s history. No subject matter was off limits and no editing was done to the daily recordings. Incarceration for three missed recordings was the penalty for those healthy members of society that chose to neglect this task of providing daily e-recordings. Twenty years ago, the now President elect revitalized the concept of the World’s Fair, and during that initial World’s Fair a segment of the full sensory e-recording by the HD company ManMachine Industries (MMI), the pre-emanate HD provider, was presented in a continuous loop. Distinguished dignitaries from other global regions observed the recorded loop of e-recordings from the ManMachine HD. A ManMachine HD is a levitating disk that resembles and measures the shape of a U.S. silver dollar. The dignitaries were intrigued with the little silver levitating HD and the true imagery of the United States found in that single slice of looped e- recording. An accurate sensory record of thousands of people from various societal stations in the U.S. After each recorded speech from a different person, a smooth segued narration by HD’s lilting female voice gave information on the next speaker, such as their age, sex, and domicile area. It was not long after that demonstration that other countries quickly followed suit with the e-recording requirement. Now, the entire world’s population is in active participation of the e-recordings and to accomplish this momentous task of daily codification, each individual is paired with a small ManMachine HD. It is universal law that each infant is paired to a ManMachine HD at birth before leaving the birthing room. Watching the pairing process at birth is a sacred ceremony, as both the ManMachine HD and the infant are born at the same time, for as the infant comes into the world a drop of the infant’s blood is administered simultaneously by the physician who activates the ManMachine HD.

Just two years ago, Mrs. Samantha Thoups, an executive assistant at the prestigious law firm, The Lexington Law Group, rose early as usual while her husband peacefully slept. She went to the bathroom to prepare for her day at work and as she looked into the mirror she was shocked to see that there were two ManMachine HDs floating beside her.

Darn it, my husband’s MMHD is floating next to me, he is forever playing with that thing, she thought.

Samantha gently swatted at her husband’s MMHD and it gently moved away from her to a safe distance riding on the current of wind her hand produced. She rolled her eyes and prepared herself for work, made and had breakfast. As she left the house she yelled up the stairs of their Manhattan Brownstone to her husband, that his breakfast had been prepared, to which he groggily responded, Thanks, hone!

Throughout the day, she calmly worked with the two MMHDs quietly floating around her head. As Samantha lightly attempted to shoo the MMHD away on countless occasions, she casually joked with her peers that her husband had no personality, and that was why his MMHD left him this morning and was with her. Her comment was met with laughter by the other women. The men only smirked and shook their heads as they walked by the group of women. Arriving home, she prepared dinner, and had just sat on the couch when her husband, Mr. Alden Thoups opened the front door and exclaimed, Honey I’m home!!

As Alden rounded the corner to the living room, he saw his Samantha with two MMHDs floating around her. Waving at the second MMHD, she began to complain to her husband about his malfunctioning MMHD when she stopped mid-sentence. There by his side, floated Alden’s MMHD. He stared back at her and the two MMHDs, his mouth open with equal shock. He quickly voiced a command for diagnostics, and all three complied and successfully completed the diagnostic process. All three devices were in good working condition. The Thoups then engaged the ManMachine Industries Tech Center for assistance and were told to immediately bring the additional MMHD to the ManMachine Technical Center downtown. Without eating dinner, the Thoups traveled to the massive Manhattan ManMachine Technical Center, a building that took three full New York blocks. The MMHD mechanical technicians, located on floors 95th through 99th, ran diagnostics on the mysterious third MMHD. After several hours of tests, the third device seemed to be in working order. The MMHD accurately recorded and continued to record Samantha’s rapid heartbeat. However, all speech recorded by the third MMHD was muffled.

This must be elevated to the engineers, one of the technicians with a strange ear piece said.

Forty technicians stood around and looked at each other and the mysterious third MMHD, dumbfounded. A call was made to the 100th floor, the Engineering Department. Samantha and Alden looked at each other with growing concern. Samantha began to cry as Alden held her.

Ma’am, you really must calm down, the same technician said to a crying Mrs. Thoups, as the engineers walked into the room.

The last engineer to enter the room was Machine Department Head and Chief Engineer Shequaan Bowman, a quiet unassuming man. Rather than confronting the Thorps directly, Dr. Bowman walked to the right corner of the room and gently leaned against the back wall. He folded his arms and raised his left hand to his chin, imitating the statue of The Thinker.

Begin. He said in a barely audible tone.

The team of some 20 engineers, without permission or without even asking the Lead Technician Mr. Ian Flock, took over the evaluation in a whirlwind of precision. Their strange, and more sophisticated trouble shooting equipment jumped into life displaying tables, graphs, live system flows, and streaming data of the 3rd MMHD. The amount of technology imaged on the various displays was astounding to Mr. Thoups, who always wanted to work for ManMachine Industries. The holographic data displays were equally frightening to Mrs. Thoups because she never realized how much technology her husband was screwing around with, when he tinkered with his MMHD at home.

The engineers were one hour into their more detailed evaluation when the same technician with the strange ear piece, stood in the back of the room next to Dr. Bowman and asked Samantha to once again calm down as her steady elevated heart rate was not good. Dr. Bowman slowly raised his head and asked in his quiet unassuming voice to hear Mrs. Thoups’ heart rate. The extra MMHD began to play the woman’s heartbeat

Thow, thow, thow, thow, thow, thow, thow, thow.

That is the heart beat of an embryo. Ma’am you are pregnant. Dr. Bowman quietly spoke.

All the persons in the room stood in shocked silence.

Dr. Bowman voice commanded the building’s communications system for the Chief Medical Doctor, Pham Nugyen. Moments later, she arrived with her staff of ten doctors of various disciplines in tow. With equal quiet demeanor Dr. Nugyen asked if she could examine Mrs. Thoups.

By now ManMachine Industries was a buzz with the news of this apparent instantaneous link made between a MMHD and an unborn child. This link was the first of its kind. Mr. Thoups asked in deference to his wife, that the audience of Technicians, Engineers, and Medical Doctors in the room be reduced down to 20 individuals. Dr. Bowman asked that each MMHD be placed on Symbiotic Mode only, which meant that everyone’s MMHD device would only monitor their host’s vital signs (heart, respiratory rates, etc.)

After the examination, which took about fifty minutes, the news of this miraculous instantaneous link between an embryo and a MMHD was announced to the world with great fanfare. Oh, and Mr. and Mrs. Alden Thoups’ pregnancy was announced as well.

Now, women around the world know that they are pregnant when an extra MMHD is found floating around them. There have been many cases of two or three MMHD’s showing up announcing the potential arrival of twins or triplets.

The world had turned into an interesting place, technologically speaking. Instantaneous information and convenience was king and queen of modern day society. And so, people breezed about in their self-absorbed busy lives, focused on the I, rather that the us; their dwellings, rather than the community; the city rather that the nation; and the nation rather than the world. In short, life became all about individual and nothing else. It was within this excessive self-absorbed amalgamated Ego / Id like state, that great and wondrous technologies were born and incubated with little regard to any consequences of their existence. But in this symphony of man’s enlightenment, and incredible achievements, a dreadful beat of impending doom from the greenhouse effect now boomed in the percussion section of man’s symphonic masterpiece of life on earth.

Three hundred years ago, this off rhythm beat of doom was merely evidenced by the single occasional annoying tap of a cymbal heard by the idiot masses, but not listened to. The beat was easily obscured by the Pied Piper’s beautiful melodies of egocentric technologies and industry advancement. Now, however, inhabitants of earth could not ignore the doomed booming rhythm, and the thought of simply evolving past it from the standpoint of industry, was no longer a guarantee. Earth’s sickness and disease was apparent, derived from maladies released from the earth which lingered liked sewer stench beneath all the so-called glorious things society had built. Self-evident, even to the rich and powerful, that earth itself labored to sustain man’s enlightenment and evolution. On the surface, and for a thousand years, this world rippled with the insatiable thirst for gossip, advancement of ease, and knowledge of the perverse. It was fueled with the instantaneous ability of technology advancement, with little regard to its consequences to the third planet. But no longer could the Pied Piper be found, and so amidst all that was desired and achieved stood the BOOM of death; evidenced by the growing equatorial band of desert, the acid seas, terrible air quality, violent storms, and the decline in healthy food.

The Holographic View Screen (HVS) feature in the Albino’s MMHD quietly whispered its cacophony of gently woven fabrics of truths and falsehoods on a three foot by four foot holographic screen. Each news story projected by the MMHD gave the viewer just enough fact to make it sensible, yet not enough to make it real. A woman abandons her child in her hover car in Arizona’s heat of 150 degrees; the child dies within seconds. The mother’s face, a twisted thing of witlessness and languor, as she tries to explain to the world, in an unreasonable snippet of time, a loss that she herself does not yet truly understand.

How could she be so careless? He thought.

Next story; a misguided soul kills because he cannot see beyond his wicked stereotypes of ethnicity. His lawyer standing upright and coiffed next to him amidst the flash of HD cameras on some state capital’s steps, tries to make sense of his client’s actions, in hopes to justify this miscreant’s behavior and rights.

Next story; evidence of aliens found in Russia. The anchor woman whispered in front of a cacophony of pictures taken by various types of cameras of this strange, yet intriguing UFO object. The levitating MMHD displaying the HVS follows the Albino from room to room in his hotel suite, like a friend in heated conversation.

Next story: China’s miraculous discovery of a revolutionary anti-aging pill, full body before and after pictures flashed across the HVS of those that were actually growing younger.

But last and foremost in this news segment, a panel of real talking heads argued how the earth is either on the mend, through some hypothetical planetary cycle that none could recall; or that earth is going to hell in a hand basket.

This panel of doyens, under the guidance of this seven plus decade-old body of experts known as the Scientific Consortium (SC), focused on the real concern facing humanity front and center; and without fanfare, the Albino thought.

This news segment, and only this segment brought the Albino’s effortless locomotion through his generous suite to a gentle halt. His golden eyes of fire calmly watched the various experts on the HVS, as he took pause in the expansive hallway of his suite. The Albino gave a quiet peaceful focused attention to this final story on the newscast.

Another distressing truth is that the world is continuously at war. The unyielding heat just seemed to bring out the worst in people, be it between races, businesses, and, or countries. It was no one person’s fault, it was society’s blame. As an example, the voice communications sector with their latest invention called OmniAir, created by the Yar’Adua Communications Group, an African firm that burst into the communications field like a juggernaut some twenty years ago, and has never looked back, now has relatively few global rivals in that niche, save themselves. The OmniAir communication invention allows the air itself to act as an enhanced communication medium requiring only a drop of special oil to be applied to the ear. OmniAir has all but decimated the need for phones of any sort. The system and its secret oil was about to be universally adopted when the lawyers of Yar’Adua Communications Group ensnared themselves in litigation with the countries of the world when they filed a claim that the air itself is a proprietary element of OmniAir. The resulting claim did not go over well for apparent reasons. The case, which has been ongoing for 2 years, snarled the revolutionary OmniAir invention under a mountain of litigation. Each and every country temporarily halted its use around the world, much to the phone company’s pleasure.

Ancient radio had lost the information dissemination race but still has its place as the emergency information transport backbone for mobile transports.

The world is finally technologically able to sustain itself, without further damage to the earth. But the earth has suffered much to get to this point, and it does not seem to be healing under the Green Initiatives instituted by the world leaders under the guidance of the SC.

The Albino thinks, if only the fools could see.

He quickly showered, shaved, dressed, and put on his coat, voices off the HVS function of the MMHD device, and marvels how quiet the hotel room is without HVS. Walking toward the exit he pauses and remains there for several minutes for some reason. The Albino feels his breath smoothly moving into his lungs and is acutely aware of the sensation of how good it is to be in perfect health and whole, especially in this age of quick fixes and medical concoctions presented by Skylar Frost, MD. Frost Enterprise is the number one health solution provider in the world. Frost Enterprise just awarded to a new group known as Intemix 6, a contract for one of its chief ingredients, Namixatol. Intemix 6, is led by CEO, Yakuza Thorn, aka King Addiction, who on the side peddles the latest and most dangerous addictive illicit drugs to a very large market.

There is another feeling however, that accompanies the pleasant one about the Albino’s health. It is a feeling of change that he has never felt in this place. He had rented this same hotel room for 5 years and has used it as a sort of second home base. The Albino loved the convenience that the Ritz Carlton D.C. had shown him. His behavior from his first arrival at the exclusive hotel was way out of the ordinary. Who reserves a room for five years straight, and pays for it upfront without ever seeing the room themselves or having an employee investigate first? But here at the Ritz, the entire staff behaved as though the act of securing the unseen room for 5 years, guaranteeing his abnormally extended stay and the prepayment of it, was absolutely normal. Even though he was always moving about, and absent from the largest suite in the hotel for months at a time.

The Albino had an unsettling sense that this would be the last time he would ever see this hotel in this pristine condition. Surveying the expansive suite with eyes of golden fire, he tapped his antiquated ring phone and voices the speed dial for the front desk, and as the ring is connecting, it occurs to him that he has never used the indigenous communication devices in the hotel’s most opulent suite.

Yes, Mr. Albus InnSaei, the voice at the front desk answered in a tone that was always professional, yet there was desire in it as well; it was concierge Lynn Moore.

Just Albus or InnSaei, Lynn, you may call me one or the other as I have no sire or last name. Albus knew that Lynn was not in a mental place to refer to him by either name without an accompanying Mr. Maybe someday perhaps, for now he would settle for Lynn’s reference to him with the mister designation.

Yes, Mr. InnSaei, Lynn responded her voice with even more silk in its tone.

How long have we known each other Lynn?

Five wonderful years to the day, Lynn responded very warmly.

Exactly… and you still call me Mr. InnSaei, why is that?

Because it is hotel policy Sir, and it just feels like the right thing to do with you. Lynn answered, her breath getting deeper.

Lynn, I have heard you call other patrons by their first names.

Yes, but that’s different, Lynn said her voice cracking.

How so? he asked.

I just always feel more comfortable with you in a more formal setting, I guess. If not on a formal basis, I can’t be accountable for any words I may say, Lynn said.

Not of this world, Albus thought.

Okay Lynn, you win, down to the business at hand. I am done with this place and this hotel, he spoke quietly. There was an awkward silence on the line that