Transdem, Inc.

By Tim Conley

Martin Reiner, is sitting in his den one night when his daughter, Lesa, and her cat walk out of the wall. He is surprised but his mind snaps when the cat jumps on the arm of the sofa and speaks to him. He almost loses his mind and almost wishes he had as he and his family become the focal points of an intended invasion of Earth by an evil warlord, Dahrl, and his henchmen – the Omegans.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tim Conley
• Release date: Apr 6, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452425474

Tim Conley

Hi, my name is Tim Conley. I live in Philadelphia, MS with my beautiful wife, Carmela. My son,James (JD) is in the Air Force and has a son Joshua who is 21/2 with another boy on the way. Carmela's son - Enrik just graduated from Mississippi State University with a degree in Teaching.I have been writing for over twenty years and have published 67 books so far - two recently with Amazon/Kindle. I'm currently working on a fantasy anthology of 28 books called The Rhumgold Sagas.I have always been interested in publishing via eBook format but just haven't found the venue until now. I'm really looking forward to participating in the eBook experience. There are 22 e-books available now and 16 more that are being prepared for release in 2020. Read, explore and enjoy!

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TRANSDEM, INC.

by

Timothy J. Conley

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TRANSDEM, INC.

Copyright © 1989 by Timothy J. Conley

ISBN: 978-1-4524-2547-4

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DEDICATIONS

I would like to dedicate this book to my wife and best friend, Carmela, who has stuck with my writing and has provided encouragement for me to complete all the projects I've spent the past fifteen years working on.

This story began as a sweet little story written for my teenaged daughter, Tanitha. Somehow it grew teeth and became more adult oriented than originally planned. I would like to dedicate it to my daughter’s fierce approach to life – she never meets an obstacle that she considers insurmountable. Kind of like Lesa.

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Prologue

The Awakening

The cat was transdimensional. To his dismay Martin Reiner had never paid much attention to her. Pazee was companion to his wife and daughter. They tolerated each other. She being the more tolerant.

Its funny how dumb animals seem to notice things long before humans are even aware. Or maybe it isn't humans, per se, but adults. Pazee had spotted the men parked down the street, knew they had the Reiner family's habits charted and knew why they were there. Pazee was also aware that her own time was running short.

Cats are so independent and casual about their relationships that adults become lulled into thinking that they are perfect in everything they do. As kittens, they are so cute playing with the ball of yarn. Grown-up cats rule everything their eyes survey. So, thinking back on it, walking out of the tapestry in the den was probably a mistake. Believe it or not, cats do sometimes make mistakes – not often, but occasionally.

Haste was probably a big contributor to her mistake. It was never intended that Martin find out about her abilities in the manner in which it happened. Pazee planned to take him into her confidence when the time was right. She knew he had to be approached in just the right way.

She had better luck with Martin's ten-year-old daughter, Lesa, who on the other hand, knew about Pazee's habit of walking through walls a long time before her father became aware of it.

Lesa had known about it, and had made short trips into other dimensions. To her it was obvious. The cat could do it. She could do it. Why make a big deal about it? Obvious.

Martin's entire story deals with the obvious. To adults, the obvious is easy to ignore since it doesn't fit into the way they expect things to be. Events accepted by children no longer belong in the sphere of influence of an adult's life. Things are either black or white. In an adult's life there is no place for alternate universes or things that can't be proven.

But children, especially small children, accept things as fact that grownups attempt to refute, even though they play along with the game in the early years of a child's development. Grownups try to make kids understand that fairy tales are just that…fairy tales, stories that are, in fact, not true. Stories made up for a child's enjoyment.

I guess children can be classified as still believers. They still accept Santa Claus, at least until they reach the age when logical thinking is expected of them. Then they aren't sure, even though in their secret hearts they still want to believe. And even with all the conditioning, in a child's mind a Fairy God-Mother does exist. The Princess can sleep on a pea. A frog turns into a Prince once a beautiful Princess kisses him. Dragons do blow fire from their nostrils and castles wave their pennons over battlements in lands that are very far removed from everyday reality.

Parents, on the other hand, start down that lane into the pretend world, but get sidetracked because the road back is always too long with misunderstandings and misbegotten misconceptions that color their eyes with a film, that hides the obvious.

Oh, the obvious! How does one explain the obvious? One doesn't. It's there. Children accept it. Everyone, from time to time, yearns to return to their innocent days. Have you ever noticed how adults try to regain those days or their childhood when they were still believers?

The problem lies in the adult's desire to think logically. The curtain falls across the mind once they get to the age where they begin to have to logically think problems through to their conclusions. They no longer think with their hearts.

Everything must fit into some pre-determined mold defined by society, the church, next-door neighbors and family. Therefore, flights of fancy are just that…flights of fancy. Things better left in the dream state. Events that have no place in the normal everyday.

Occasions that can't be explained are not acceptable material in adult affairs, even though millions of dollars are spent every year by adults; for adults, on trying to create alternate ways of looking at our tiny portion of the universe.

But, validity had nothing to do with walking out of walls. Walking out a solid wall should suggest one thing to even the most lethargic of mind and imagination. Some other place has to exist alongside our world to make it possible. Alternate worlds exist…accept them.

It could be more profitable for a society hard pressed economically to accept entrance into a world where raw materials haven't all been consumed. It really is about reality, real events, both past and future, because there is danger in accepting alternate worlds.

One must be discrete or find oneself in an untenable situation. Insist too vigorously on their existence and you may not have to wait long for the men in the white coats to put in a room with padded corners. The only escape from there may be inside your head.

Where is here anyway? Ever consider that the life you lead might be considered a dream world for someone else? How you define reality may in turn define the boundaries of your own reality. It makes sense when you consider how hard you strive to set limits on your existence that the here, your reality, is really defined by your more common senses. By what you see, feel, hear, smell and touch.

Your world has been built to pose no threat. You hesitate to accept something that stretches the boundaries of the world that you have spend a lifetime building.

That could be the real reason why none of your friends believe in fairy tales anymore. Do they have to go to work with you - say in a carpool? Ever see anything as likely as a carpool to bring someone down to earth about the real existence of life?

Admit it. You never really wanted to be in the bathroom getting ready to face another day. Scraping your face in the morning is a drag, and seeing the gang really has a way of getting you down. You really hate seeing them, especially when Jane had over-tried a new perfume, Roger forgot to use deodorant again and Jack insisted on telling about his date last night and goes on about how those new backseats are so comfortable.

And on arriving at work you know the boss is going to yell again about the work that should have been on his desk about two days ago.

Reality becomes exactly that…REALITY. Your associates see it too. You end up taking a path that produces the least resistance to your way of life. The boss expects you to be at the desk, behind the drawing board as seven-thirty. The grind begins again and offers enormous amounts of resistance to escape from what we call reality.

But you spend your lives trying to escape. It doesn't really matter that you have no idea where escape is. Or for that matter, where escape is to. Far vistas are always the most inviting. And about three thousand light years removed. But it doesn't matter how may boats a man buys, he still must return to work Monday morning to face the boss and the daily grind of routine. So you begin dreaming again of getting a bigger boat so you can really get away from it all. No matter, you always wake up to reality.

So how does a cat figure into reality? Pazee probably contributes more to un-reality. She knows the entrance into those other realities, other worlds. Can you believe that? You aren't quite ready to be an adult if you can. Being faced with such a choice is hard. But Martin was faced with such a choice, almost lost his mind, family and a lot more besides. He had to make a major effort toward adapting, had to accept a truth that seemed ludicrous to him at the time.

Even now it seems ludicrous to him to think of accepting the idea that a cat can transfer itself from one dimension to another. He found that belief in the truth would not lend itself to you being accepted in polite society. But, and here again we get in to a child's belief of the unbelievable, Lesa's acceptance of Pazee paved the way for Martin's acceptance of a concept that severely stretched his imagination.

If you can believe, maybe just a little, the following narration will make sense to you. For your benefit - let's hope so.

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Chapter 1

The Beginning

The Reiner household was upset. The day had been incredibly messed up for the entire family. Martin Reiner was angry because his boss had been on his ass all day and the bozos in the carpool were intolerable. Mom was really unbearable because of the phone call she had received from the school principal telling her about Lesa's expulsion from school for a week.

Lesa knew her Dad dreaded coming home in a bad mood. Looking out the window from her bedroom Lesa saw the storm clouds over his head as he walked toward the house. She also was aware of how his head was going to spin after he opened the door and talked with Mom. She heard her mother moving in the kitchen as the front door opened. She didn't want to face anyone, especially her father in his present mood.

Martin hung his coat on the hall rack, went straight to his den, and sat in his favorite chair and tried to relax. Swiveling the chair to his right he turned the stereo on, then took the dustcover off his computer. His day at that drafting table had been a nightmare. Mr. Driscoll wanted so much from him, and wanted it now.

Lesa could hear him muttering to no one in particular, but fuming about it didn't help much. Why can't he just realize it takes longer than a day to do those drawings. He is such an idiot!

Amy also heard Martin talking to himself again. She wished he would just go in and talk to his boss in a civilized manner and get their differences settled. His dark mood made it hard for her to discuss what was on her mind.

The walls in the new house were thin and Lesa could hear her mother's every step as she walked over to the door leading from the kitchen into Martin's den. Honey, you need to talk with Lesa again. Martin glanced up from his CAD program. What has she done now?

An exasperated look crossed his wife's face. Martin was going to have to take this more seriously. She could see so much of Martin's attitude in their daughter.

She was sent home again for fighting on the playground. According to Ms. Spencer, she had Tommy Nichols on the ground and was pounding his head on a rock. Marty, she has to stop fighting!

Amy had his full attention and continued. Mrs. Nichols called and threatened to sue us. Amy was becoming distraught and was close to tears.

He crossed the room and placed his hands on Amy's shoulders, looking her in the eyes. Do you still want to move? Amy bowed her head and nodded. She had been ready to move for a couple months now. There had been too much trouble in the neighborhood and at school with Lesa. Lesa just wasn't fitting in. Martin hugged her close.

We can talk with the realtor tomorrow. They didn't expel her this time, did they? Amy nodded. "The principal called shortly after twelve to give me the news. He was gloating