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The Soaring Seahorse

 

THE SOARING SEAHORSE

 

An Atlantis Novel

 

 

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Shakespir Edition Copyright 2017 Pamela Joan Barlow Shakespir Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Shakespir.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

 

 

Present day and place

 

 

Monday June 8th

 

 

2:35 p.m.

City of Birmingham within the US State of Alabama

Hot sizzling temperatures with bright sunshine

Home location of dead and deceased Mrs. Weiss

Interior kitchen setting

 

 

A tall and slim female possessed a head of dark brown hair, a pair of blue eyeballs, a tone of pale tinted skin and was named Cassium Piston. She was twenty-nine years old with a doctoral in the field of genetics, recently unemployed from her new job at Birmingham University, wearing a dirty and blood stained red tinted sundress and a pair of matching flat ballerina shoes that is covered in dirt, sand, and grass.

A tall male with a permanent misshaped nose bridge from a childhood accident possessed a head of cropped black colored hair and a set of black tinted facial whiskers that covered a dark-skinned complexion, and a pair of gray eyeballs. He displayed a muscular body type with a permanent ugly scar over a right eyebrow. And he was called Armus Harmon Deme and thirty something years old. He wore a dirty black tinted T-shirt underneath an extremely dirty white tinted laboratory coat with his embroidered name in rich black threads on the front pocket with a pair of dirty ripped and faded blue jeans, his favorite pair of polished black and tan colored cowboy boots.

Cassium and Armus cuddled together in the bright sunshine and slowly moved away from the ground of dead cats and the public grassy park in silence, entering the house that belonged to dead and deceased Mrs. Weiss. They slowly moved ahead through the empty shelves inside the library, the wall of individual cubby holes, and then strolled ahead back into an empty kitchen.

Armus released Cassium and stopped, standing and leaned down in front of dirty kitchen counter, grabbing a small paper brown bag. He ripped a portion and looked down at a piece of torn brown paper. He reached up and grabbed the broken ink pen from the laboratory pocket, posing the ink pen with a stern face on top of the piece of paper. “Tell me! What was the first day’s letter sequence?”

Cassium moved ahead and stopped, standing behind his back spine with a stern face, talking with both of her hands near the jaw line. “Mrs. Weiss and I wrote down in the red dirt the alphabetic letters of A, B, C, D.”

He wrote down the new letter on the piece of paper. “The next alphabetic letter is E. Tell me! What was the second day’s letter sequence?”

“Then, she and I wrote out in the red dirt the alphabetic letters of G, H, I, J.”

He wrote down the new letter on the piece of paper. “The next alphabetic letter is K. Tell me! What was the third day’s letter sequence?”

She continued to wipe the tears with a sigh. “Mrs. Weiss re-started and re-wrote the first day’s letter sequence which consisted of the letters A, B, C, D.”

He wrote down the new letter on the piece of paper with a stern face. “The next alphabetic letter is E.”

She exhaled. “On the fourth day, the letter of X appeared in the soil.”

He wrote down the new letter on the piece of paper. “The next alphabetic letter is Y,” Armus stood upright with a puzzled brow and read out loud the written message on top of the paper. “E, K, E, Y. It spells out the word, e-key. There is an electronic key within her computer desktop for another silent message for us to decry or decrypt or de-do-de-da,” he spun around with a stern face and dashed through the room, stopping and stood inside the living room, shaking a skull. “The living room is empty. Granth took her computer and the e-key. Ugh! We need that computer to decrypt the message from the De-creep. Maybe, we should invade and raid his hotel and find that computer. There’s a message in there for us. O rats! Cassium, the e-key has all the geographical locations and names of each hidden Atlantian. I would bet my best pair of cowboy boots too.”

Cassium followed Armus into the living room and shook the curls, moving around the empty space. “Mrs. Weiss didn’t have a mobile telephone. Everyone keeps their cell phone near their body hundred percent of the time. I sleep on top of mine, so one hundred and ten percent of the time. When I met Mrs. Weiss for the first time, she did not have or reached or located a personal mobile telephone either. Therefore, she didn’t have a computer or a laptop either. So, based on the indentation of her furniture legs, the west wall held a long sofa, a pair of two end tables, and a book case,” she turned and moved towards the opposite wall. “There are indentations for a coffee table in front of the long sofa. So, across from the long sofa, I see that the carpet held a low table for a television, maybe a plasma television or an older model. Besides the television console, there are remnants of green alive and healthy plant leaves. There were pods of large plants, not a side table here either.” She turned and moved to the side wall. “This is the entrance way into the large living room. The side of each wall is dark and narrow, holding a set of tree plants too. I see more fallen green leaves down here.”

Armus moved around the room and stopped, standing at one of the side walls, pointing down towards the carpet. “The computer would be here on the southern wall near the plug outlet. Yeah, I see indentations of a loveseat and two more side tables down here. I don’t see a computer or a computer table or a computer chair inside her living room setting.”

Cassium spun around from the living room and returned back into kitchen, looking down towards the floor and up to each wall and halted in place. Armus pulled up beside her nose profile and pointed down at the wall corner. “This is the only open spot that might house a square table with a laptop for a wireless system or a regular dial-up modem. I do not see any evidence of cable rubs on the floor or scratches on the side wall coming from a computer modem or a wireless router.”

She turned with a frown to see Armus. “So, there was not a computer here inside the kitchen, either.”

Armus spun around from Cassium and jogged away from the kitchen, dashing upstairs to inspect the upper bedrooms for a second time. He was searching for a carpet indentation of four table legs and a chair tap coming from her elderly body weight.

Inside the kitchen, Cassium moved ahead and stopped at the kitchen counter, staring down at the torn piece paper, reading out loud the letters, which had been written by Armus, “E.K.E.Y. You are not an e-key. What are you?” She exhaled with a puff of frustration without solving the mystery.

Armus moved back down the staircase while making lots of noise and advanced inside the kitchen, stopping and stood beside Cassium with a frown. “There is no evidence of cable rubs or modem scratches on any of the old painted walls. There is no evidence of a set of desk-type table legs or a set of single chair taps of four carpet indentations inside any bedroom either.”

She exhaled with a puff of frustration and turning with a nod to see his nose profile. “This is the good news. Granth must been thinking like us. Or we are thinking like him. What is ekey?”

He shook a skull and stared down at the torn piece of paper. “Mrs. Weiss was one of the Atlantians. Maybe, within their country of ancient times, the phase is two words of the letter of A, and the word, key. Or maybe it is the word, a key.”

She clapped with a smile. “Good guess, darling! Okay. Within the genetics laboratory, the wall of tiny boxes had a wall of keys for opening each box of specimen samples. There must a wall here too with a single key like she has left within the weird message. And the key must open another compartment hidden which is hidden away from Granth.” He looked up with a smile and scanned the room in silence. Cassium turned and smiled into his nose profile. “Granth has done us a favor. He moved all the furniture away from each wall. That’s it. He thinks there is a key hidden here too for a surprise of something. Okay. Scout out and look at every wall inside each bathrooms and laundry room too.” Armus spun around from Cassium and the kitchen, slowly moving ahead, looking up and down the floor and each wall in silence.

 

 

3:33 p.m.

Kitchen setting

 

 

Cassium finished her search without finding a key or a hidden secret wall compartment, standing back inside the kitchen, holding the tear paper inside a hand. Armus appeared inside the archway and moved ahead, standing next to her in silence. She rattled the paper in the air with a confused brow. “Ekey! I’ve searched high and low of every exposed spot. I’m tall. I didn’t miss a dirty or a dusty spot either.”

He leaned over and looked down at the torn piece of paper, exhaling with a huff of confusion, “Me, either! I don’t understand the secret message. Maybe, if we show the paper to the first Atlantian that we visit in the country of England, then he or she can interpret the phrase or all the alphabetic letters.”

She shook the curls and turned to see each wall. “Ekey is here. I feel it. I know it. Where would Mrs. Weiss hide it away from Granth? Where would I hide me away from Granth?” She back stepped from the counter and spun around with a stern face, moving back inside and stood in the middle of the hallway between the two walls of empty cubby holes.

Armus spun around and scooted around Cassium, stopping, touching the sideways door on top of the two sawhorses. “I need to take down my sawhorse exhibition, before Granth comes back and finds it. I don’t want him to figure out it was us…”

“…that stole all of the artifacts,” she laughed out loud. “Granth is too late. Only four people on planet Earth knows that the island of Atlantis really existed and currently has her natives scattered around the globe in secret hiding,” Cassium leaned over with a confused brow and touched the interior cubby hole while feeling it both clean and smooth. “No dust.” She side stepped towards the next cubby hole and reached inside touching the shelf. “There are no dust bunnies here either.” She examined the lower shelves of wall of cubby holes. “There is no dust accumulation inside any of these cubby holes.”

He parted the lips and turned to see the interior cubby hole. “That’s weird.”

She looked up and down the wall of cubby holes. “No. It’s another clean and clear message. Ekey must be here inside one of the cubby holes. My mom was a pretty good housekeeper at home, but dust was always everywhere. Mrs. Weiss has cleaned and polished each of one of these cubby holes immaculately, because she wants someone to notice something.”

He spun around with a grin and leaned over, kissing her lips, pulling back with a wink. “And she did. You noticed it. Help me move the sideways house door and the two sawhorses!” They worked together and shuffled the make-shift platform around the hallway. Each one squatted down and examined each bottom cubby hole, touching and tapping on the fake wood, standing upright, touching the upper shelves also for a secret compartment.

Cassium worked on the southern wall and stood upright on her tippy toes, pointing up at the tallest shelf with a sour frown. “I can’t reach the top row.”

He spun around with a smile and pointed down at the object. “Move the sawhorses back against the wall.” They shifted the set of heavy sawhorses and the house door against the northern wall first and looked up to see the top row of empty cubby holes. He looked down with a smile to see Cassium. “You climb up on top of the door. Wait! Take the hammer and whack the wood on the northern wall first!” He leaned down and opened the tool box, extracting the hammer, standing upright and extended the tool to her with a smile.

She looked down with a worried brow to the see the hammer. “I’ll destroy the wood and harm the book shelf.”

He shook a skull with a smile, handing her the hammer. “Darling, we’re saving the lives of all the Atlantians. I think they’d understand.”

She accepted the hammer with a nod and smile, “Yeah, right!” She climbed up and carefully stood upright on top of the house door and both sawhorses in front of the northern wall. She hit each side of the first squared shaped cubby hole and slammed into the rear wood panel, hearing a heavy thud. “Nothing is in number one. I am moving over to the next cubby hole. Hold the door steady!” She continued to shuffle over and hit the interior of the other remaining cubby holes, hearing a heavy thud of solid wall. She squatted down and climbed down off the door while exhaling with a puff of frustration into his face. “I really thought one of the cubby holes would yield the mysterious e-key.”

He pointed with a smile to the southern wall. “There are six more cubby holes on the top row of the southern wall. That must be the hot spot. That’s the only dust, we haven’t stirred up yet,” he sneezed out loud and wiped his nose with the shirt tail. They worked together and shuffled the house door and two sawhorses towards the northern wall.

Cassium carefully climbed back up onto the two sawhorses and slowly stood upright on top of the house door, reaching out and hit the interior wood within each cubby hole, hearing a heavy thud of solid wood. She slowly side stepped towards the last cubby hole seeing the name plate: KEYE. She smiled. “The word keye has been engraved on a name plate up here. The work is spelled out as keye. There is a name plate up here. I missed it the first time, because the name plate is glued on the inside wood of the cubby hole rather than the vertical section for a visual presentation. It’s here, Armus.”

He leaned down and grabbed, lifting the screwdriver towards her kneecap with a smile. “Okay. Remove the name plate first, sweetheart. We don’t want Granth to find that one either.”

She leaned down and accepted the screwdriver, standing upright and leaned over, flinging the name plate into a hand, looking down and dropping the plate down to Armus. “Catch the name plate!”

“Okay. I got it.”

Cassium looked up to see the interior of cubby hole with a gasp. “O my gosh! There is a small object here within the dark black colored wall corner. There is no light up here either. I missed it too. I can’t reach it,” she used the tip of the screwdriver, scraping and catching the object as it rolled and stopped inside the middle of the wood. She scraped the side of the object as it moved a little closer into the bright light. “O my gosh! This is beautiful, Armus,” she gently lifted and examined the object. “It is about eight inches in length, made of smooth baby blue glittering porcelain. The shape is a hollow tube with a rounded tip which is made of baby blue glittering porcelain on one end. The other end is a smooth flat finish like you could insert something down into the hollow tube. This is one big keye for one big something,” she looked down with a smile to see Armus, lowering it down towards the floor “Catch it.” He stood next to Cassium and lifted up both hands, capturing the object, lowering the arms and twirled it around to study. She lowered the hammer down towards his hair roots. “I finished up here. I’m dropping the hammer next.”

He looked up with a smile to see Cassium, “Naw! Whack the wood around the cubby hole. There must be something that’s goes inside this hollow tube.”

She smiled, “O my gosh! Yeah, that’s a good idea,” she swung back to see the cubby hole and examined an empty hole, leaning over and hit the rear panel, hearing a faint ting. She gasped, “O my gosh. There is something behind the rear door, Armus.” She arched back a bicep and held the hammer.

“Naw!” He shouted out loud and held the door with her weight. “Don’t smash it, Cassium! There could be a nest of spiders or snakes with the something for the keye. This house is really old. This community is one of the oldest within Birmingham.”

She lowered the hammer with a puff of worry, “Yeah!”

He smiled. “Climb down to me! Let me do that! I want you to open the rear door for me and then I want you to go and stay safe inside the front door’s foyer, away from the hallway, because if you have awoken a nest of spiders, I’m leaping off the sawhorse exhibition and running out into the patio. Then, our expedition trip is done. Granth can fight off the spiders retrieving the prize, because we’re smarter than him and then we’ll steal it back,” chuckling. She slid down from the door and into his arms with a laugh also. He leaned over and kissed her lips, pulling back with a smile and released their hug. She scooted around Armus and disappeared around the corner, running towards the foyer while waiting with both excitement and fear. Armus climbed up onto the sideways door and slid back down onto the floor, “Dang.” He climbed up from the other side as the door tilted upwards, “Dang.” He pulled his body upward and tried to land on top of the sideways door like a cat as the door shimmered upwards again, “Dang. I’m too heavy. Cassium!”

She yelled out loud from behind the solid wall. “Is it clear? Are there spiders? Can I come in there?”

He yelled out loud to her. “I can’t climb up and onto the flat door that stands on of the two sawhorses. I’m too heavy, darling.”

She moved ahead and stopped, standing inside the archway, shaking the curls, looking up with a worried brow to see the dark mysterious cubby hole near the ceiling. “You’re too heavy. O my gosh! I gotta smash the wood then,” Cassium looked down with a worried brow to see Armus.

He lifted both arms with a stern face. “We can forget it and go. We got all the artifacts and the matching geographical locations. Now, we go to England with the keye-thing too. We have almost ninety-nine percent of the puzzle, babe.”

She moved ahead with a puff of determination and stopped, climbing up on top of the sideways door and the two sawhorses. “We need one hundred percent of the puzzle to save the Atlantians, Armus. We breathe hundred percent of air. We eat one hundred percent of food. We drink one hundred percent of water. We need one hundred percent of the puzzle,” she slowly stood upright and looked inside the dark cubby hole, exhaling with a puff of worry, holding the hammer even with the eyebrows.

He stood behind her fanny. “Cassium, I want you to cover your eyes. Wait!” He back stepped from the sawhorse exhibition and turned to face the door, running out the rear door into the night air. A few minutes later, Armus returned back into the cubby hole with two objects and stopped next to her leg, lifting up the two objects towards her kneecaps. “Here! Slip on my blue jean jacket, in case, a spider gets onto your shoulder and you can rip off the jacket. Okay?”

“Okay,” She said with a nervous tone, accepting and slipping on his oversized jacket over her shoulders.

He lifted up the baseball cap towards her kneecaps. “And wear the baseball cap backwards over your pretty waist length hair, in case, a clinging second spider attack. You need to see what’s happening to the wood and not harm your hand, darling.”

“Okay,” she said with more nervousness, accepting and posing the baseball cap over the hair roots and exhaled with a puff of fright, fidgeting on the top of the sideways door.

He leaned over and hugged her legs, standing behind Cassium, preventing a falling forward or backward. He exhaled. “Use your free hand to cover your eyebrows! Then, if something flings out, it’ll hit your hand, not your face, darling. I’ll right behind your cute fanny. If something spits into your face, then fall right into my arms. I’ll catch, babe. Do you believe me?”

“I believe you, Armus. Okay!” She exhaled with a puff of fear. “I’m arching my bicep. I’ve covered my eyes. I’m flinging my…” She smashed the rear panel with all of her mighty, girly force. The wood broke with a deep thud and sounded with numerous sharp pings. Cassium removed the arm. A set of numerous objects hit her face and as she screamed out loud in fright, back stepping from the cubby hole. “Ah!”

He caught her body and as they both fell backwards. He hit the opposite wall with a loud grunt of pain, sliding down the wall while hugging Cassium. “I got you. Are you harmed? Are you bleeding? Are there spiders or snake babies? Calm down! Breathe in air, baby! There’re no bugs on you or me.”

She exhaled with a puff of relieve while panting with fear, catching a breath from the fall. “I…I…”

The numerous objects rolled over the edge and then dropped down coming from the cubby hole, landing on top of the sideways door with a sound of sharp pings. Each object bounced up and then fell down onto the tiles or inside her lap. She looked down with a smile at each object. “The object is a pearl, a glittering pretty pearl. The rear panel contains only a set of pearls,” she reached down and picked up the pearl. “This one is black colored,” she stood upright from floor getting off Armus.

He kneeled with a puzzled brow, reaching out, touching each object on the tiles, “Pearls! The rear panel is hiding a set of pearls. What good are pearls to Granth? I don’t get it. This one is pink colored. I see yellow, blue, cream, lots of different colors. But, the size is big. I think these particular ones could be very valuable. They are both lustrous and fully rounded within a diameter of a US dime. These are some big suckers, too.”

She continued to kneel down over the tile and gather up some of the fallen objects, studying each different color. “Remember, Armus? In the Key West briefing, the anthropology team said that pearls came from the tongue of millions and millions of trashed oyster shells that they tossed out onto the tan colored sands to create a protective wind ridge. Pearls gleam in colors of white, cream, pink, yellow, rose, blue, gray and black. I saw through Mrs. Weiss’ daydream that the Atlantians decorated the apex over their individual doorway of their individual sand castle with rows and rows and rows of colored pearls, not just one specific tint for both greeting and meeting other Atlantians. These are truly ancient pearls maybe, thousands and thousands of centuries old, Armus. The pearls are very valuable, Armus. We can convert the pearls into cash money for our travels throughout the world and carry the Atlantis artifacts to each secretly hidden Atlantian. We can do this,” she smiled with a nod of both excitement and adventure.

Armus continued to gather the pearls within his arms with a grin and a nod. “We need more bags.”

She scooted the pearls against the wall and stood upright from the floor, climbing back up on top of the sideways door, examining the cubby hole with a puff of frustration. “We need more than plastic and paper bags. There are literally thousands and thousands and thousands of pearls here, Armus. We need a big suitcase or two big suitcases or two big plastic bins. Do you have a portal tool bin inside your truck bed?”

He looked down to see both hands with all the gathered pearls and shifted them all towards the wall corner, standing upright with a smile, snapping the fingers with a smile. “I got something better inside my truck. Stay there, Cassium! I’ll be right back.” Armus swung around to face the hallway and exited the house again.

She reached out and slowly scooped up more of the colorful pearls coming from the broken wood panel, gathering them in a thick pile inside the cubby hole. “Armus, forget the suitcases and the bins. We’re going to need a small sized dump truck. There are thousands and thousands and thousands of pearls here. Can you drive your pickup truck around to the patio floor? We can load the pearls down into your truck bed and then go to your house and stuff them into a suitcase and a duffel bag and a gym bag and a backpack. Do you have a set of carrying totes and bags also?”

A few minutes later, he appeared and shuffled sideways through the open archway, holding a tall ladder, sitting it on top of the floor. He spun around with a chuckle and left Cassium inside the cubby hole room for a second time. A few minutes later, Armus appeared in the archway and toted a set of two round-shaped containers through the archway, placing them on the floor too, spinning around and left the room for a third time. A few minutes later, he returned into the room and rolled a dolly cart through the archway, holding a squat cylinder machine with a long hose that was attached to a circular funnel.

She looked down with a puzzled brow see the objects on the floor. He looked up with a grin and a chuckle, waving the funnel tip towards her face. “This is my great big inside and outside portable dry-wet vacuum cleaner. It’ll suck Lake Martin dry to the bone. You’re going to vacuum up all the pearls, so we can get them all while leaving nothing for Granth.” He looked down with a smile at the equipment pieces over the floor. “Okay.” He scooted and positioned the tall ladder beside the arm of Cassium, slapping both hands down to the legs fun with a chuckle. He squatted down and grabbed the tool box, placing the heavy item in the middle of the sideways door for proper balance, so Cassium did not lean far to the right or to the left for working and sucking up all the precious pearls.

He climbed the ladder and held the vacuum cleaner while balancing a body on top of the flat metal surface of the ladder next to her upright body while turning with a smile and a chuckle to see her face. “You suck up all the pearls while I hold the dry-wet canister container. When the canister container is half-way full, I’ll pour out all of the vacuumed pearls down into one of the rounded storage containers on the floor. When the storage container is full, I’ll roll it to the rear of my truck bed on the dolly kart. My truck has a small platform for lifting a heavy container up and down onto the bed. We keep sucking and pouring the pearls until the hidden cubby hole is completely bone dry and then we leave outta of here,” he looked down to see the open rear door. “And it will be getting dark pretty soon. I’m afraid that Granth and Horton might show up here next trying to puzzle out the artifact theory, once they figure Bothea’s allele program doesn’t yield any more Atlantian candidates here within Birmingham, Alabama for Granth’s continued existence.”

She reached down and accepted the funnel and the hose, lifting up, positioning the rounded end in the air and on top of the scattered colorful pearls. “Maybe, we only take half the pearls for our travels. Pearls are just pretty pearls.”

“And all the pretty pearls are pretty money for us too. We can cash them out around all the different pawn shops here in Birmingham for getting us two paid one-way-international first class airplane tickets to Sussex, England,” he chuckled. “Honestly, I have a very small bank account which we’ll use for an emergency. We’ll keep trekking and taking it one day at a time, until all the Atlantian artifacts are delivered. Get sucking, baby!”

She leaned the hose into the cubby hole at the wall of glittering pearls with a smile, “Yeehaw!” He powered on the vacuum switch with a chuckle.

 

 

Wednesday June 10th

 

 

1:07 p.m.

Battle of Hasting theme park setting

Village of East Sussex within the country of England

(4,268 miles northeast from Birmingham, Alabama)

Warm temperatures and parted clouds with dull sunshine

 

 

The weather held a bright electric blue sky with some scattered white tinted clouds. The air temperature was seventy-seven degrees of Fahrenheit with a ten percent chance of rain and fifty-six humidity factor. The wind blew at eight miles per hour from the east.

The male wearing a court jester costume stood underneath the shaded veranda of the squat two-story building of white limestone shouting into the microphone for all eardrums. “Thank you for coming to the Battle of Hasting re-enactment! Please marvel at our noble knights in the exciting and fun medieval tournament. Their swords wield at the speed of light. Their archery skills whiz through the air. And listen with your smiles to the happy laughter of our silly jesters. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha…”

The manicured green lawn was kept clean and clear from harmful items in front of a row of dark brown tinted wooden bleachers which stood six levels high, where a female was dressed in a colorful ankle-length gown or a set of modern street clothes. Each male wore a set of fake-looking plastic neon colored knight armor around the two biceps and on the chest cavity or a set of modern street clothes. The middle soil inside the theme park showed a lengthwise section of bare dirt with a long wooden rail, where the fun and harmless bout of a medieval jousting tournament would occur with a pair two brave knights on top of a real live horse.

The pair of colorful and silly looking court jesters led each single horse which held an upright armed knight on top of an English saddle. Each brave medieval knight waved to all the royal subjects including a fake king and queen. The fake well-dressed king and queen sat underneath the center shaded veranda, holding a red colored plastic cup of ale with a smile while waving a naked hand back to each knight and the horse.

Cassium slowly moved ahead over the walking path of gray stones and held his hand, turning with a sour frown to his choice of clothing. “Why are you dressed like a priest, sir non-knight? We’re at a vicious English competitive knight jousting tournament of 1066 AD,” she continued to elegantly stroll ahead in a long ankle-length yellow tinted off-the-shoulder formal gown. “I look the portrait of a lady-in-waiting for her whisking triumphant shiny knight of armor, carrying her off into the sunset towards his tall and cool castle, sir. You look like my great grandma from one of her family portraits, before she died in 1950s with your solid black ankle-length priest’s coat. What’s inside your cupped hand?”

Armus moved ahead and cuddled Cassium, leaning over, kissing her cheekbone and pulled back with a smile. “I’m not wearing a set of pinky-beige colored girly knickers or a pair of short royal blue pants with a pair of matching girly panties underneath or an entire set of plastic fake knight’s mint green armor stuff around my precious body. I don’t work out with a heavy set of free weights plus heated smelly sweat sex with you during the evening to look like an English tart. Neon plastic ain’t my chosen color, babe. I’m a US rebel with both a loaded gun and a loaded flask.”

She continued to stare with a stern face at the object inside his cupped hand. “What’s inside your silver flask?”

He lifted up and sipped, swallowing the beverage with a chuckle. “English weak beer, the Brits call ale. What want some, milady?”

She halted with a sour frown to see his smile. “How did you pay for that silver flask, honey? We don’t have any money or credit card, Armus. O my gosh! You beat up a drunken poor fool and then robbed him of his sour whiskey,” Cassium shook the hair bun with a stern face. Her hair had been pulled back from the cheekbone, raised up from the collar bone, shaped into a pretzel-like style that had been entwined and covered in a set of three necklaces of colored sea pearls, not matching the yellow pale ankle-length gown.

Armus sipped and swallowed the beverage with a smile, pulling her ahead towards a low garden of colorful flowers and green tinted plants. They continued to stroll over the gray tinted walkway while enjoying the new action. A group consisted of plain brown dresses of peasants and plastic fake armor chest of knights. A corral of knights with an individual horse was ready to entertain all the fake royal subjects in one of five fake jousting matches for the day’s event.

“Naw, my lassie!” He stopped with a smile and reached up, gently touching her hair bun. “You did a good job weaving all the pearls into those little tiny nets. I thought it was a waste of time, but your workmanship is beautiful like you, darling,” He pulled back and reached down, holding her hand with a nod.

She reached up and touched the hair bun, dropping down the same hand, feeling a long necklace of more sea pearls that swung side to side down from her swan neck with a sour frown. “Your golden touch won’t work here and now, sir. You have already complimented me eighteen times plus the hair bun with seven times. So, you have robbed the suitcase again for more sea pearls.”

He leaned over and hugged her, pulling back with a nod and grin. “I used a cupful…a teacupful…a teaspoonful of the pearls coming out of your backpack. And I selected this particular old English costume, so I can wear my black python cowboy boots, my ripped comfortable blue jeans, and my hand gun. I don’t like being here inside a foreign country without PPE, a personal protection equalizer,” chuckling. “We’re here inside merry old England. What do we do with the blood stained dagger, milady?” He turned with a stern face to scan the crowd of visitors.

Some people were dressed like a lady or a knight or a court joker or a peasant. The other peoples wore a set of regular street clothes. The best costumes were each paid employee of the park, who was hustling back and forth, maintaining the archery wheels, the row of food tables, and leading each horse around the grassy courtyard.

The horse contained an armed and armor suited real knight that was shown in array of bright neon kiddie color of lavender, mint green, baby blue, hot pink, or coral orange.

She frowned at his nose profile. “You mean to confess that you have stolen a handful more of Mrs. Weiss’ pearls. Don’t waste the assets, Armus! We might need every single pearl for some dang reason. I wished Mrs. Weiss had been a little more talkative during our capture at the hotel then I might be able to answer your query. I guess that I’m supposed to warn the Atlantian about evil billionaire Granth, since I carry his ancient dagger.”

Armus turned with a smile and leaned over, kissing her cheek, pulling back with a smile. “Did I tell you that your look so pretty? That dress brings out the blonde highlights in your hair strands. Let’s just stand here, showing you off! The Atlantian might find us instead, since he’s probably searching for his ancient dagger or Mrs. Weiss.”

She reached down and tenderly touched the ancient iron dagger which was tipped with a set of real dried red blood proteins coming from a real and dead ancient warrior within year 1066 AD. The dagger hung downward from the leather belt on her dress similar to a weapon for a lady from the medieval times and on purpose. She and Armus were hoping the Atlantian would recognize his personal property and then approach them with great care.

Yet, no one had noticed or bothered to mention that Cassium displayed death.

Cassium frowned. “We were clever for figuring out that weird puzzle from the wall of cubby holes there inside Mrs. Weiss’ home. I don’t understand. Why Granth didn’t fit the pieces together also? Why isn’t Mr. Horton chasing us around the Duchess of Cleveland’s rose garden? We were there in clear eyeball sight for fifteen minutes. I’m aware the Atlantian doesn’t know us, but our enemies do.”

Armus chuckled, “Because, he’s a dwarf, too. I bet he reacts really ugly to a single bumblebee sting also. If I hadn’t swatted that bee stinger away from your behindie, then you would be inside a British hospital too.”

She smiled. “O. That’s why you spanked me. I thought it was a love tap.”

“That’s tonight.”

She slowly pulled out the dagger from the belt loop and stared down with a stern face at the iron. “I was completed shocked when Mrs. Weiss told me that she was an Atlantian, who was a fictitious person from my English literature class at Burn U as an incoming freshman. I was completed stunned when she burst into a plume of red sparks and then a pile of gray ashes while falling down all over the wooden floor of the ballroom tile. And I felt sadness too. She told me that this dagger was a gift from an old friend when she had traveled here many years ago seeing the tournament event. She practically ordered me to visit here first. I wonder why. I think we’re to see something here first, before we visit the other foreign cities of ancient ruins while returning their personal property.”

He looked down with a frown to see the dagger. “What are we to see here in merry ole England first?”

She looked up and turned with a stern to see the crowd. “Maybe, a group of Atlantians is here also. Maybe, I should’ve brought all the ancient Atlantian relics here in this spot. That’s it,” she turned with a smile and a nod to Armus. “We’re to leave all the ancient relics here at this single historical site within this castle,” she pulled away from his cuddle and started to move towards the front entrance door of the castle.

He reached out and re-cuddled Cassium with a worried brow, “Naw.” Armus turned with a stern face to scan the grounds and the crowd. “That’s too dangerous and stupid. Mrs. Weiss knew Granth was seeking and searching for her hidden person. I can’t understand why she had exposed herself and then died without telling us or you her secret mission.”

She exhaled with a nod. “Mrs. Weiss said that her time had come. She died to save us. She popped into a plume of gray ashes to save us and then surprised Granth. Horton was completed dumbfounded and down on both kneecaps, searching through her pile of hot ashes for something. We snuck right passed his eyeballs, until you shot that poor tiger. Why did you shoot that poor tiger?”

He looked down and reached out, touching the dagger with a stern face. “One, Horton was reaching for his hand gun. Two, that tiger had chewed and eaten all of Bothea’s sawed off body parts,” Armus looked up with a stern face to see her. “A wild animal only kills for food. A starving wild animal only eats human meat for food. That tiger was slowly starving to death and trapped permanently inside Granth’s sick zoo-art-dancing ballroom. I wished I had had more time to nail a bullet into Granth’s spine. Maybe, next time…”

“Is he looking for us?”

“Naw. Granth is looking out and waiting for one of hidden and disguised Atlantian using that flavored allele program, compliments of a brilliant Bothea.”

“That is about the sixteenth time that you have complimented Bothea.”

He exhaled. “She was a vicious vamp, but a brightly brilliant woman.”

“She was an Atlantian too. Bothea was tall, pretty, and smart. Mrs. Weiss was tall, still nice looking, and clever. I’m generalizing. But, the species of Atlantians that we have encountered so far are supernaturally smart. I wonder, if they’re supernaturally gifted too.”

“Why would an Atlantian be supernaturally gifted with something?”

She exhaled with puff of frustration and looked down with a stern face, gently rubbing the dagger and then back to see Armus. “The species of Atlantians might possess a set of supernatural powers that would be Granth’s primary interest within a vanished ancient species that lived during the Bible Flood era, while trying to maintain his own personal immortality until 1,000 years of age.”

“Naw. We looked up his age on the cell phone. Granth is only in his seventies. There’re folks who are living in both the countries of Japan and Spain that are over hundred years old today. Modern day scientists have figured out that longevity is associated with chromosome number nine which isn’t magic that is genetics. These particular people have been documented possessing a healthy non-mutated chromosome number nine which isn’t magic either but a set of good old fashioned genes. And speaking of the genetic trait of longevity, we’ve been wandering around here for five hours, since morning time. What do you do wanna do with the dagger, Cassium?”

She smiled. “We can come back tomorrow morning and wait and scout around the event, a second time.”

He shook a skull with a worried brow. “Naw. We have lots and lots of ancient old artifacts to return back to a hidden Atlantian with no money or cash or credit card for our worldly travels. We only have the pearl stash which has serviced us good as a form of paying currency. A cupful of sea pearls has paid for each hotel room the room meals, and the taxi cab rides. We’ll run out fast of the pearls, if we have to linger around for days or weeks in one stationary place. And Granth has lots and lots of billions of dollars. He will both surely and accidentally run into us, if we continue to linger, not litter.”

She exhaled with worry and looked up with a stern face to see the gray sky. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He tapped on the dagger with a nod to her cheekbone. “Look! When I was in the war, a solider would leave their personal fighting weapon against a tree or a bush as a marking of their cold spot for their bedding campsite. No honorable warrior disturbed it. This was a dagger of war which belonged to another ancient warrior of the time. We plunge the dagger down into the ground and then leave it. I believe Mrs. Weiss’ fairy tale. The Atlantian is here spying on us. And based on Granth’s anti-social non-friendly behavior pattern, the Atlantian will not trust us even dressed in our fine English garb,” chuckling.

She reached back and removed a black tinted backpack from the collar bone, dropping it down on the ground, squatting down to the pavement with Armus. He handed the flask to Cassium as she extended the dagger to him. Then, her long home-make sea pearl necklace became entangled within their hand exchange, breaking away from her neck as Armus implanted the dagger tip down into the dirt soil. Then, the broken necklace of sea pearl dropped down, falling on top of the dirt and then around the Atlantian dagger.

Armus continued to stare with a smile down at the implanted dagger, “All done! Let’s go and get outta here now,” he frowned with a gasp down at the dirt. “Hey! Where’s the dagger? I had implanted down into the dirt. But now, I don’t see it.”

She reached down and touched the fallen necklace that rested on top of the implanted dagger with a smile. “I am so sorry. My necklace broke. Now, it covers the iron handle of the implanted dagger.”

He looked up with a smirk to her. “I am so sorry too. I didn’t mean to cut your throat and miss,” chuckling.

She laughed. “I promise not to miss cutting off one of your body parts tonight, sir.” Cassium lifted up the broken necklace from the implanted dagger.

He smirked. “That is a fair challenge, milady,” he looked down with a gasp to see the grass and the dagger. “Hey! I see the implanted dagger now.”

She looked down and examined her broken sea pearl necklace. “I see the damage, irreparable,” she pointed down with a sad face at her broken necklace. “Can you fix this?”

He looked up to see the necklace, picking at the loose pearls with a stern face. “No.”

She cuddled the broken necklace and looked down with a smile to see piles of scattered pearls over the brown tinted dirt. “We should leave some of the sea pearls with the implanted dagger like a silent communication that Mrs. Weiss was here, but not really here, but we came and then conquered instead,” she looked up with a laugh and a nod to see Armus.

He looked up with a smile and a nod at her. “That’s a very good idea,” he looked down with a smile and scooted the loose pearls around the implanted dagger with a confused frown. “Hey, now! The dagger has disappeared again.”

She looked down with a smile at the implanted dagger. “No,” she pointed down at the dagger blade which was surrounded by a ring of colored pearls. The pearls glittered within the dull sunlight of an English skyline. “It is right there, where you hurt the dirt, darling.”

He shook a skull and continued to stare with a confused brow down at the plot of naked dirt without a dagger. “I don’t see it, babe.”

“It is right there, sugar,” she pointed down with a smile at the dagger handle.

“I don’t see anything, honey.”

She reached out and removed two of the sea pearls around the dagger blade. “See it?”

“Naw.”

She removed four of the sea pearls around the dagger blade. “See it, now?”

“Naw.”

She scooted all the sea pearls away from the implanted dagger blade but left the tip inside the dirt. “See it there, sweetheart?”

He smiled down at the dagger, “Yeah, I see the implanted dagger now, sweetie.”

“The sunlight is dull in England.” she replaced all the loose sea pearls around the dagger blade and the dirt.

He pointed down with a gasp and a confused brow at the naked dirt without a dagger. “Hey, now! The dagger has disappeared again.”

She continued to stare down with a smile at the implanted dagger. The bloody tip was hidden down inside the dirt. The dagger handle was surrounded by a circle of pink, blue, white, and black tinted sea pearls. She whispered for her eardrums, only. “An Atlantian dagger and a circle of Atlantis pearls that both came from Mrs. Weiss, and then she poofed into ashes. Armus…” A strange sound echoed throughout the theme park with a loud whamp, whamp…

Armus swiftly leaned over with a gasp and fell down on top of Cassium, wrapping both around her body, shoving them down into the flower bed and the grass. Her face smashed down into his arm sleeve. He whispered to her eardrum. “Guns, the whamp sounds are gun fire. Stay put! Don’t move! I’ll cover ya, darling.”

The male was next to Armus protectively rested over his wife also while shouting out loud into the tears of his wife. “A terrorist attack! Stay down!”

Armus climbed over Cassium protecting her body and fiddled with the priestly robes, locating his hand gun. A set of more sounds of loud whamp, whamp came from gun fire and as the loud screams of people echoed throughout the theme park. People dropped down and rested on top of the dirt, the flowers, and the grass wiggling side to side in both fear and pain.

An array of flying blood proteins spurted out from numerous human chest cavities. Each live horse dropped down and fall onto the grass dead or thrusting out a set of wiggling legs and hoofs into the air while dying. A set of loud whistles and sirens echoed throughout the air waves coming from a fleet of approaching emergency vehicles.

A set of footsteps sounded with a soft swish within the grass blades as an array of loud screams of people echoed within the air.

A constable of the bobbie (English police) yelled out loud into the bullhorn for all eardrums. “Stay down! Everyone, stay in place! The gunman has been captured. Please remind calm! The park will be closing for the rest of the afternoon and the evening hours. We will open the set of iron gates for everyone to leave, as soon as possible. Please stay down, until we come and collect you. Thank you for your patience!”

Armus whispered into her eardrum. “Do what he says! Are you okay? Are you harmed? I’ll okay. My heart is racing coming from the loud sound of the gunfire. Did you faint, Cassium? I love you, sweetheart.”

She sounded with a lady grunt and scooted ahead in the grass and away from his heavy body onto top of her back spine while breathing a set of fresh air molecules, whispering down to the grass. “I love you good, Armus. I’m fine and afraid,” Cassium saw the rows of strolling police bobbies as each one squatted down and checked on the medical condition of each person, who ate the grass blades. Some people did not move. Some of the police bobbies stood upright and then whistled for a portal metal gurney to the fallen person.

Armus whispered down into the grass. “I love you greater. Do not get up from the ground! The anxious row of English bobbies might get antsy and shoot who ever moves in the wrong direction. I think it was a terrorist attack.”

She slid backwards over the flowers and stopped next to his nose profile exhaling with a puff of worry and a whisper. “I’m ready to leave here, right now, Armus. We have implanted the dagger. The Atlantian can come and find it on his own time, not ours. I wanna get out of England for our next major city of Ireland.”

Armus exhaled with worry. “We just stay put until one of the English bobbies gives us permission to stand, since we are arrogant Americans.”

The police bobbie male squatted down and grabbed the arm of Armus, saying in a British accent. “Give ya a hand, mate!” Then he saw the ripped priest costume and the exposed gun, shouting out loud, snatching up the hand gun from Armus. “He’s got a weapon. He’s armed. He’s one of the terrorists.”

Armus struggled to stand upright with a stern face from the rows of flowers as the same police bobbie stomped down with a sneer and a foot sole on the back spine of Armus, penning Deme down to the ground, pointing the short English club at the rear skull of Armus.

Cassium reached out and grabbed up the backpack, opening the flap, snatching out the two passports, standing upright from the flowers, weaving the items in the air with a worried brow and a shout out loud for all eardrums. “We’re Americans. We traveled from the USA to visit here. We’re enjoying the tournament, when the terrorist attacked the crowds. Get off of him! We…are…Americans. See and look my USA passport? Look here at his and mine passport!”

A second police bobbie female swiftly dashed ahead and stopped, reaching out, snatching up the two American passports from Cassium in silence, examining the items with a British stern face.

A third police bobbie female swiftly dashed ahead and stopped, reaching out, grabbing each waving arm of Cassium. She flung both of the arms behind the back spine of Cassium while saying with a British stern face and monotone into the eardrum of Cassium. “They are a pair of terrorists who are disguised as a pair of friendly tourists that wear a set of original English garb. I like your noble lady dress, duckie. Did you steal it from one of the young lassies, aye?”

Cassium frowned with fury and stared down with worry at the rear skull of Armus “Naw! This is my dress. That is my boyfriend. This is my vacation. I demand that you release us. We are Americans.”

A fourth bobbie male swiftly moved ahead and stopped, standing beside the nose profile of Cassium with a calm tone. “What is here, please?”

The first police bobbie male pointed down with a stern face to Armus. “He possesses a hand gun, sir.”

The fourth police bobbie male slowly extended out and opened a palm for the hand gun as the gun was settled down into the hand. He looked down with a stern face and examined the gun. “This hand gun is cold, not being fired. There are no bullets inside the chamber either. Does he possess a valid gun permit?” Armus lifted up the wallet into the air while eating the grass with a face in silence. The first police bobbie male reached down and snatched up, handing the wallet to his supervisor in silence. The supervisor police bobbie flipped through the wallet and found the gun permit, reading out loud the tiny sliver of paper with a stern face, “Armus Harmon Deme. Alabama. USA. He is an American. Are you currently a military solider, sir?”

Armus mumbled down into the grass, “Veteran.”

The supervisor police bobbie nodded to his employee with a stern face. “He is a man of warfare. Please, allow him to raise and return his personal hand gun and both their valid USA passports. I am truly sorry for this affair, young miss. And we do respect other military chaps, too.” The first police bobbie male squatted down and reached out, assisting Armus to stand upright with a stern face and a nod in silence.

Armus silently nodded and graciously accepted back his hand gun and his wallet while stuffing the gun and the wallet back down into a pocket of the blue jeans, brushing off the grass and the flower petals. He understood the seriousness and deadliness of a terrorist attack on innocent people.

Cassium squatted down and grabbed up the backpack, stuffing back down both American passports inside the darkness while verifying the numerous tied plastic bags of colored sea pearls. She stood upright with a sour frown from the flower and moved ahead towards Armus, stopping beside his side. He did not smile or speak to Cassium but watched the rows of police bobbies and the other action. She frowned into his cheekbone. “You didn’t beat…”

Sh!” He leaned over and cuddled her with a stern face while watching the action. The row of police bobbies and the British emergency personnel were not able to save some of the dead people or some of the dead horses. A single gunshot rang out with a loud bang within the air waves. One of the police bobbies had shot and then killed one of the injured horses.

The constable of the police bobbies shouted out loud into the bull horn and stood in front of the jousting railing in the middle of the theme park. “Pipe down! This was a terrorist attack. All foreigners, including any arrogant Americans, are detained. We are escorting you to one of the dance halls inside the medieval castle. Please move forward!” A single gunshot sounded with a loud bang throughout the air waves. Another injured horse had been killed also. The constable shouted out loud into the bull horn, pointing towards the entrance of the castle. “Please remind calm! No one will get harmed.” A single gunshot sounded out loud with a bang again as another injured horse had been killed too.

 

 

1:31 p.m.

Hastings Castle location

Grass and grounds setting

 

 

The row of police bobbies slowly corralled the crowd of people into the interior space of a long and wide ballroom dance hall which was inside the inner castle floor. Armus slowly moved ahead and cuddled with Cassium, shuffling through the open entrance archway of the dance hall with all the other guests that came today to visit the fun theme park castle.

The constable of the police bobbies stood inside the open archway and shouted out loud into a microphone. “Listen up! You are being detained. You will be questioned. You will answer the questions. Or you will be escorted to one of many official police stations for further interviewing. Thank you for your cooperation!” He moved ahead with a stern face and left the archway of the ballroom. The set of double ballroom doors slammed shut with a set of two loud booms.

Armus continued to shuffle with Cassium through the crowd and stopped, standing inside one of the four wall corners among an overcrowded and smelly room of foreigners. He spun around to see the faces and back spines of each person and cuddled her while whispering with a stern face into her cheekbone. “We must escape before the question and answer session with the English bobbie constable. I don’t like this convenience accidental setup. We’re Americans with a set of valid passports, but I hold a gun with a permit. And you hold a backpack of colorful sea pearls without a receipt of purchase. And we’re standing on top of a wooden floor inside an English castle within the foreign country of England in the midst of a surprise terrorist attack. Bull shit! There’s something more happening here right now beside a terrorist attack.”

Cassium stared with a worried brow at each unfamiliar face or back spine also. “Do you think we’ll being followed?”

“Yes. After we fled a supernatural murder of Mrs. Weiss, a vicious murder of Bothea and a kill death of an endangered jungle cat, Granth is hunting us down right now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t believe Granth missed out on grabbing the art collection of Mrs. Weiss. Now, I am truly convinced that he purposefully told Horton to avoid packing up all the old relics. Then, we accidentally swept in and stole them…”

“Returning them…”

Armus exhaled with a huff of worry. “Whatever! Gimme an idea to escape!” She continued to scan the room with a worried brow while hearing a set of American accents around her body.

 

 

1:43 p.m.

Interior banquet room setting of the constable

 

 

The constable of the police bobbies sat inside the fake Queen Victoria dining room chair and held a cup of steaming tea with a British stern face to the uninvited guests. “I cannot simply collect each passport of an American citizen and then ransom the document back to each one while waiting for your visual confirmation of each US citizen. I have no police authority or justification to warrant a search and seizure of an American individual here at the historical castle of the Battle of the Hastings. I have taken great caution in rounding up the Americans, after the vicious show of weapons, mostly for their safety, while they currently reside inside the ballroom dance hall. And we have determined the gun attack was simply a disgruntled worker, who had lost their job here at the entertainment park. You Yanks, witness a set of disgruntled workers all the time that enjoy a shoot-them-up in cowboy style at their place of previous employment. Aye! The Brit murderer has been apprehended. He will be trialed and then most likely convicted with the crimes of murder of both man and beasts. I truly appreciate your USA military intelligence for reporting mechanism of the terrorist, but I wished your information had been more forthcoming, before he killed all those people plus the herd of innocent horses. I hate seeing an innocent fine Morgan stallion downed. However, the nasty deed is done. What else can I do for the US military office, Major Cutny or Dr. Slivin?”

Cutny was a short male with a head of brown buzz cut, a tint of pale colored skin with a clean shaven face and a set of bulky muscles over his body. He grinned with a nod to the constable. “I understand your delicate diplomatic position, constable. I would like for you to separate the families and the elderly couples from the paired middle-age and young adult couples. The families and the elderly couple have my permission to leave the Battle of Hastings castle grounds.”

The constable sipped and swallowed the tea with a stern face at Cutny. “I can obligate you with that request.”

Slivin was a short and petite woman with a prominent black widow’s peak on a forehead of a black colored pixie hairstyle on a pale colored face with a muscular built. She smirked without the teeth to the constable. “Ahem. After the families and the elderly couples have been cleared away from the castle grounds, I would like for you to divide and separate the crowd into the category of costumed and non-costumed guests.”

The constable sipped and swallowed the tea with a stern face at Cutny. “I can obligate you with that request.”

Slivin smirked. “Ahem. After the non-costumed visitors have left the grounds, I would like for you to issue a small medical emergency warning, declaring an escaped bacterium from one of the dead horses.”

The constable sipped and swallowed the tea with a stern face at Cutny. “I can obligate you with that request.”

Slivin said. “Ahem. Then, we will enter into the locked down ballroom setting in a set of scary but pretend yellow colored environmental hazard bubble suits and matching helmets. We will search each American citizen and verify their US passport. When we have identified our two marks, we will escort them out of the ballroom and off the castle grounds and out of your hair. You can clear the small medical emergency and then release the rest of the costumed visitors.”

The constable exhaled with a stern face at Slivin and then to see Cutny. “The set of individuals that you are seeking, who are dressed as a pair of English nobles on these castle grounds, are they wanted as a pair of US terrorists within the soil of America?”

Cutny said. “No.”

“Are they from a US terrorist cell?”

“No.”

“Are the on a US terrorist watch list?”

“No.”

“Are they a pair of US fugitives from the law?”

“No.”

“Are they cold-blooded murderers in any size, shape or format, sir?”

“No.”

“Do you have two US federal warrants for their arrest? Then, we can stop them at the Brit airport, before they board the airplane to their next destination.”

“No.”

The constable exhaled with a huff and a stern face. “Who are these US citizens?”

Cutny smiled. “They have eye witnessed a vicious cold blooded murder and then suddenly have jetted off the USA continent for a summer trip through Europe.”

The constable exhaled. “They have eye witnessed a crime, not committed a crime. Why are you harassing your own US citizens on their summertime vacation in Europe?”

Slivin smirked. “Ahem. They want to know and understand and comprehend the eye witnessed vicious cold blooded murder.”

 

 

2:01 p.m.

Interior ballroom setting of Armus and Cassium

 

 

Cassium continued to hug his chest and stare at each unfamiliar face or back spine without a mental thought of an escape plan. Each costumed English lord of plastic fake armor, each lady of elegant gown, or each person in a set of street clothes expressed a sour frown of anger or a crying sob or a loud shout, especially coming from a loose group of arrogant American citizens.

Some of the bigger male bullies had rammed and then attacked the set of thick and closed double doors without success for exiting out from the ballroom dance hall.

Armus whispered with a worried brow into the cheekbone of Cassium, scanning the room of unfamiliar faces. “Even an American bully is controlled here in jolly ole England. For once, I didn’t applaud that action, since those set of big guys could move a US military tank, while we escape free and clear from the gang of non-terrorists.”

She whispered back. “Granth has found us.”

“I believe so. It is totally not coincidental that we are located here in the village of Sussex within the country of England, where there has been a terror attack here located in in the village of Sussex within the country of England too.”

“How do we fight him?”

“We run away like a pair of chicken shits. We drop off the rest of the Atlantian artifacts quickly like today. We go into each foreign major city and drop off the relic into a crowded park or a busy street or a fun time party train and then we leave. Now, I understand why Mrs. Weiss did not venture upon this global trip. At her advanced age of years, she would have exploded in front of thousands of people, making it look like she was a demon or a witch. The world news cast would run off the already shy and frighten race of Atlantians right back underground for both fear and safety. She was a wise old bird handing off her worldly duty to a young cute chick like you, Cassium. I love you more knowing that you’ve taken on this major responsibility for another innocent species of mankind on planet Earth. You’re going to be a great mama and I’m going to be a great daddy, too.”

She exhaled with a puff of worry. “I know. What about Granth’s pursue? He’ll never leave us alone.”

“After we finish our tasks around the world, we run back to the local police authorities and confess your kidnapping jaunt. They’ll find evidence of Bothea’s red blood stains all over Granth’s ballroom dance floor and the iron bars of the tiger’s cage. I bet Bothea is not the first innocent life which has been taken by Granth. Matter isn’t destroyed, it only changes format. The wooden flooring has lovingly sucked up Bothea’s blood cells. Your testimony of her kidnapping and your eyewitness account of Bothea’s murder will clear you and then we live happily after ever. The end!”

“Granth could’ve replaced the wood flooring and the iron cages by now.”

“Naw! One, he’s arrogant. Two, he’s stupid. Three, he’s a billionaire. Four, he’s trying to capture or scare us. Thus, the anonymous purchase of your family homestead in the city of Birmingham went far above the full market price value. Granth is sending a clear message to you: Get out of his town. Your parents are safe. You called them last night with the white fib, traveling to England and throughout Europe for an intense genetics research training conference which was paid by Burn U. And Burn U has to release the names of the deaths to each family unit or closest blood-relative but your parents are too busy to notice or care. Actually, the entire world of people doesn’t care about nothing but themselves today. So, your parents are happily living their average daily life in the city of Huntsville within the US State of Alabama, without harm or worry. And they’re very happy that you’re fully employed and working to pay back your one hundred-thousand-dollar student loans.”

She exhaled with a puff of worry and a nod. “I’m good at lying. I’m learning how the real business world really works. I didn’t come up our travel plans alone. I wanna thank Mrs. Weiss, Granth, the Atlantians, and you, and your cell phone. Yeah. I’m happy that my parents aren’t worried about me, as long as, I am make-believe employed. Ha! And I’m trying to pay back my outstanding debt. Will we each have a job when we return to Bama?”

Armus smiled. “Yes. You and I will have employment at Burn U or Bam U. Therefore, we must escape away from here in England, before Granth’s spies find and identify us. Most likely, they don’t know our faces, height, weight, or body frame types. I don’t possess a social media internet page or a web site. I bet that you don’t either, since you’ve spent the last ten years, studying genetic textbooks.”

“So true!”

The middle aged woman stood beside the nose profile of Cassium with a smile into her mobile telephone. “We’re alright, Mom. Yes. It was a real terrorist attack here in Sussex, England. I can’t believe that I just eye witnessed one. I can’t wait to present the scary real event of my true brave and bold international adventures to my Book Club meeting, next week.”

The elderly male stood a few people away from the middle-aged woman, saying with a grin and a nod into his mobile telephone. “We are coming back home on Sunday, son. There was plenty of excitement here at the old English castle. We’ll plan a family reunion here for next year. Your grandma has pics on her cell…”

The young male adult grinned into his mobile telephone. “Yeah, grandpa! All them rednecks carrying a concealed hand gun just went and jerked out a weapon shooting the shit out of the pretty flower petals, the old wrinkled tree barks, and a couple of old goats. They missed the herd of quarter horses, thou. I shore wished that I had packed my shotgun too. I will be shore to come back here to the village of Sussex for my summertime vacation next year and fully automatic…”

The young teen male bounced up and down next to his sister, saying with a grin into his mobile telephone, “This place rocks. We just had a real terrorist attack with real guns. And folks died with real blood too. It’s so cool here in England. I wanna come next year too for our family vacation…”

The young teen female chatted on her mobile telephone, looking around the room with a smile and a nod. “I’m so excited. We’re in jail now. Someone fired a gun. Boom! It was so loud. My ears are still ringing. So, speak louder into the phone, sugar! Our vacation’s been awesome here. My only regret, Dad wouldn’t let me get a princess dress. Yeah! I begged and cried, to boot. Dad still said no. I even said that I’d use the princess dress for my junior prom…”

The teen male disconnected the mobile telephone and pushed it down into pair of ripped blue jeans, exhaling with a puff of boredom, crossing both arms and slouched against the wall, saying to no certain person. “I am bored and thirsty.”

Armus released Cassium with a grin and slammed a back spine against the wall too while accidentally shoving an elbow into the teen male, turning with a smirk to the teen. “Sorry, kid! It’s crowded.”

The teen male turned with a smile to see Armus. “No problem, sir! The room is heavily bodied.”

“Yeah, the room is heavily bodied while making me heavily bored too, but not thirsty,” Armus reached down into the pocket of the priest robe and lifted up the flask near the edge of the pocket with a smile to the young teen. “Do you wanna swig, young sir?” He removed the flask with a grin and shoved it near the nostrils of the teen.

The teen sniffed up the familiar odor, parting both lips, flicking out tongue out with a gasp. “Is that what, I think it is?”

Armus grinned with a nod. “It is what, you think it is.”

The teen turned to see his back spine of both parents on the crowded side wall and then looked back to Armus with a smile and a nod. “Nothing comes for free, sir. Do you wanna trade me for something good? I got some cool Roman coins and ten bucks.”

Armus leaned over with a smile and whisper into the cheekbone of the teen male. “You’re a smart rebel, kid. I wanna trade you for the pair of flip-flops and your old baseball hat. My old lady made me where this get-up for some silly English fun, looking like an English tart for the tournament.”

“What’s that mean, sir?”

Armus softly chuckled. “I’ll trade you my whiskey flask and the old long priest’s coat for your baseball cap and your pair of flip-flops. My feet are hot.”

“Why do I wanna take the old black ladies gown?”

Armus grinned. “It possesses a second flask inside the inner pocket which is filled with you know what too. And the two flasks are made from the element of pure silver. You can go to any money exchange booth and then trade both silver tinted flasks for some English pounds. You know cash money. Then, you can convert the English pounds with the Queen’s face into a set of ugly George Washington US dollars, probably get about two hundred bucks.” The teen turned with a smile to see the back spine of his parents still standing on the side wall and returned back to see Armus, reaching up, touching his baseball cap with a grin. Armus reached up and slapped the hand of the teen down to the floor, shaking a skull with a stern face. “Don’t do it in front of your parents, kid! I remembered that my daddy would beat my butthole until I bleed leeches.”

The teen nodded with a worried brow. “Yeah, my dad would do the same to me.”

Armus nodded toward the other side wall with a smile. “Let’s do this wardrobe exchange inside the Men’s Bathroom over on the far side of the room. Ya go in a boy, ya come out a man,” chuckling.

The teen frowned. “If I get caught with, you know…”

“Naw. The drinking laws are not strict here in England. Your parents are strict here in England. So, just chug it here inside the fancy ballroom dance floor, before you leave out of here for your boring hotel,” he turned with a laugh to see the set of closed entrance doors. “We’ve been captured here a while due to some stupid silly American ambassador with no balls.”

The teen moved away from Armus with a laugh towards the side wall, where the Men’s Bathroom was located. A young teen female reached out with a sour frown and grabbed onto the arm of the teen male with a lady sneer into his cheekbone, “Where are you going, Bad Breath?”

The teen male pointed towards the wall with a sneer. “I’m going to the bathroom, Bad Hairdo. I gotta piss.” He jerked the arm free with a snarl and slowly shuffled ahead through the crowd, moving towards the side wall in silence. Armus moved ahead and veered a direction from the young teen while watching the closed doors, the crowd of people, and the windows for trouble, heading towards the Men’s Bathroom for the clothing exchange in silence.

The teen female leaned against the wall with a huff and crossed both arms out of boredom. Cassium slowly side stepped over the wall to the rescue. The young teenage was about the same height and weight as mature Cassium. She leaned against the wall, turning with a smile and a nod to the young teen girl, “Hey, there!”

The teen female frowned into the crowd of people. “Hello.” She turned with a smile to see Cassium and then smiled down at the long yellow tinted dress. “Wow! I like…love your English princess dress. The yellow color is pretty. The color highlights your blonde highlights in your dark hair. Is that really real? Are those colored pearls really real too in your hair?”

Cassium leaned over with a sad pout and a sissy whine into the nose profile of the young teen girl. “You know my mean daddy made me wear this stupid thing, to this stupid turkey shoot, before the event got blasted into outer space. And my mama made me wear those silly pearls. I don’t like pearls. I like expensive gold. I bet this dress would look cute on you, girlfriend. I love your comfortable ripped jeans style,” she lifted up the dress hem with a sour frown making it swish around her pair of flip-flops.

The teen female turned with a grin to see the back spine of her parents, who were standing on the side wall. She returned back with a smirk and a nod to see Cassium. “You know, girlfriend, my mean daddy wouldn’t buy me a princess dress. And I even promised that I would wear it to the prom, next year.”

“Bummer!”

She frowned, “Bummer, twice! But I think I have grand idea that can make both of us happy,” smiling.

Cassium nodded with a silly grin. “What’s your grand idea, girlfriend?”

She turned with a smirk to see the back spine of her parents and then returned back to see Cassium. “Well, you hate that princess dress. Well, I hate my fashion jeans,” she slapped the ripped and torn pair of new blue jeans. “So well, why didn’t we swap our outfits for some annoying good fun to our annoying meanie parents?”

Cassium bounced up and like a silly teenager and reached over, fist bumping with the young teen female plus a tongue twirl for fun, “Thrill!”

She bounced up and down with a smile too. “Thrill, twice! There’s a Girl’s Bathroom across the room. We can privately undress and redress with our new English bootie.”

“Tally ho, milady! You lead first, so we didn’t look suspicious or something, ya know, girlfriend,” Cassium nodded with a smile.

“Right!” The young teen female turned with a smirk to see the back spine of her parents and returned back to see Cassium. “I’ll grab the biggest bathroom stall. And you park it right next to me and then toss the gown over the wall. I toss my shirt and jeans back at you.”

Cassium smiled with a whisper. “I like.” The teen female moved ahead with a grin and shuffled through the crowded room towards the bathroom on the same wall with the men’s bathroom. Cassium waited for the longest five seconds of her life and then followed the back spine of the teen female while waddling around the set of angry Americans.

 

 

2:35 p.m.

Bathroom entrance setting

 

 

Cassium moved away from the individual bathroom stall and stopped, standing inside the wide bathroom archway, brushing back the long hair around her face and the collar bone with both hands. The hair covered half of her face and as she wore a pair of ripped and tight fitting blue jeans and a big T-shirt. The young teen girl had a set of narrow hips and buttocks and a pair of bigger breasts when compared to an older and more mature Cassium. She slapped the backpack over a back spine with a puff of worry and fear while hoping to escape away from the Battle of Hasting castle structure, the group of English police bobbies, and the hidden spies of Granth Meath.

She had given away to the young girl the pearl hair ribbons which had completed the English noble lady ensemble. Cassium really didn’t want to give up the precious pearls, since she and Armus were visiting so many different foreign cities while returning back an individual Atlantian artifact. However, she could not visit a foreign country, if Cassium was locked up inside Granth’s hotel room or dead underneath six feet of manicured grass.

Cassium saw and then heard the words.

The set of closed doors slid open. The constable of the police bobbies appeared and stood inside the archway, yelling out loud into the microphone for all eardrums. “Please listen! I would like all non-costumed people to remove your person out from the ballroom dance hall. Please collect all your personal possessions and follow the escort police bobbie towards the grand iron exit gates. Please enter your vehicle or bus and then leave the castle grounds immediately. Thank you for your cooperation!”

Cassium side stepped away from the archway of the Women’s Bathroom while scanning the crowded room, finding Armus. She slowly strolled ahead and stopped, standing behind his back spine.

Armus wore a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans underneath a pair of worn flip flops standing next to the teen male. A ratty American baseball cap covered his skull. The shirt tails hung over the pair of jeans covering his hand gun. On the side wall, the teen male wore a black tinted ankle-length priestly coat over his own clothes, hiding an arm inside down into the inner pocket of the coat, touching the flask of whiskey with a smile. Armus leaned over with a stern face and a whisper into the teen male. “Look, buddy! Stay on this side of the wall with other English lords and ladies and finish drinking your ale!”

The teen male turned with a worried brow to see the less crowded room of Americans. “I don’t see my parents.”

Armus turned and scanned the thinning room of people with a laugh. “That’s a good sign, pal. They’re probably outside chatting with the police bobbies and showing off their USA passports. You know loving parents take care of their children,” he reached over with a laugh and slapped at the priestly coat on the kid. The teen nodded in silence. Armus grinned. “Well, it’s been fun, buddy. Enjoy the…you know,” smiling. The teen nodded with a grin and scooted into the wall corner, lifting up, slipping on the…you know. Armus turned with a smile to see Cassium.

She reached over and slapped his chest for attention with a smirk. “You know…is also ready to leave from…you know where.”

Armus nodded in silence without slapping or hugging on Cassium, since they appeared to be a sister-brother family relationship. He reached over and handed his mobile telephone to her. She accepted it. He whispered. “I wanna hug and kiss your face but later in our private taxi cab. You’re a teen female. Put the telephone up into your face, eating half your nose and sway her hips left to right, without a care in the world. We’re turkey strutting right out that open door, doll.”

She moved away from the wall and Armus and slapped the screen of his mobile telephone into an ear then over into an eyeball, nose, and mouth, talking out loud with a smile and a high pitched soprano, “Bummer, girlfriend! That boy is dumb. Dumb for her. You are smart and cute not for him, girlfriend. Drop him right into your mama’s chicken stew! Drop him right into your daddy’s ground pitted pig hole,” Cassium shifted up and down on her tiptoes and moved ahead towards the open archway, looking down with smile to see the floor, leaving out of the ballroom.

Armus pulled the baseball cap down low over the set of eyebrows, the eyelids, the nose, and finally stopping at the top lip while perform a slump of each shoulder blade forward down towards the floor, slowly trailing a few feet behind Cassium. He walked ahead with a lumpy-lump gait and played on the traded palm-sized video game with the young American kid. He did not view a group of police bobbies that were standing guarding on each side of the open archway without a hand gun, but each held a short thick wooden hand club. And he slowly left out of the ballroom also.

Cassium continued to stroll ahead towards a second guard post of police bobbies that stood on the exit archway of the castle. She continued to slowly move ahead and talked on the dead mobile telephone, exiting out from the open castle entrance doors underneath the dull gray sky, seeing another group of police bobbies that formed two lines on top of the pavement. Some of the English police bobbies were searching the green manicured grass for something. She stopped at the end of a long line of grumbling street-clothed visitors, loading inside a two-tiered double-decker travel bus. The bus was overcrowded, so she stood upright between a set of two smelly males.

Armus slowly strutted up the stairs of the bus next and shoved a body into one of males with a soft growl, standing with a smirk beside Cassium.

The bus engines roared in power and then forcefully jerked in a forward motion leaving the Battle of Hasting castle proper and the tournament grounds, flying through the open iron gates.

Armus lifted up the baseball cap with a smile and a wink at Cassium in silence. She giggled at him.

 

 

Tuesday June 23rd

 

 

2:24 p.m.

City of Lima with the country of Peru

(6,314 miles southwest from England)

Sidewalk setting

Cool temperatures and cloudy without sunshine

 

 

The weather showed a grey cloudy sky with three miles per hour winds and sixty-two degrees Fahrenheit. Cassium rode down a gray flat road inside a taxi cab, cuddling beside Armus. He continued to stare down at the mobile telephone. She continued to stare with a smile out the side window.

Tall dark yellow colored buildings with rows of rich black tinted windows and tons of skyscrapers of glass tinted apartment buildings they appeared like a set of high towers along the tan colored cliff in the city of Lima within the country of Peru.

“Stop here, man!” Armus looked up from the phone and leaned over the front seat, shoving the US twenty-dollar bill over the cushion and into the collar bone of the tax driver. The taxi cab driver swiftly pulled over and stopped beside a beige tinted sidewalk with a smile. Armus smiled. “We get out here and walk around for awhile.”

She wore a pair of dirty blue jeans, a pair of unpolished cowgirl boots, and a clean shirt, leaning over, opening the door. She slid out from the seat and stood upright on top of a busy sidewalk, pulling Armus’ blue jean jacket over the thin shirt, holding the travel guide booklet and leaned over with a whisper and a sour frown into his cheekbone. “Why didn’t you paid with the Atlantian pearls?”

Armus wore a pair of dirty blue jeans, a pair of polished cowboy boots, and a dirty T-shirt, turning with a stern face to scan each street, every building, and each sidewalk. “I don’t want any more attention drawn to us when we flash around the lustrous sea pearls. This is a seaside town, where pearls are recognized and highly stolen too,” he cuddled her and slowly strolled ahead down the sidewalk between a circular city street and the side row of tall pastel colored office and residential buildings.

She looked up with a sour frown to see dull skyline. “Cold. Clammy weather. High humidity. Grey skies. Low clouds. All components of wintertime in Lima, Peru,” she looked down and around to see the circular road street. “Non-stop flowing one-way traffic or two lines of beaten-up compact cars or luxury sedans or single pedaled bicycles or two-sitter bicycles…”

“This is Lima’s macho sprawl. Here, folks possess a laid-back style, as long as, you’re loaded both with money and guns,” he reached down with a grin and patted the hidden hand gun underneath the blue tinted sports jacket.

“We should travel off the beaten pathway of the noisy cars and the frantic craziness of Limians. That sounds like I’m calling back home a baby llama,” she smiled.

“Limenos.”

She turned with a smile to see his nose profile. “Have you visited here before?”

He turned with a stern face and scanned the crowds, “Naw. I read it on the cell while you slept on the four-hour plane ride. I need to get you a cell, too, babe.”

“You call me, babe and wanna purchase me, a mobile telephone.”

“So, I keep tabs on my girl,” he turned with a smile and leaned over, kissing the top of her hair roots as he was taller and pulled back with a smile, turning to scan the streets and the people again.

She looked down with a grin and examined the travel guide. “My girl, I like.”

“I like, too.”

She read out loud from the travel guide. “Lima is both the capital and largest city within the country of Peru. It was founded in the year 1535 by the Spanish conquistador. I like my conquistador, too.”

“Let’s hope your conquistador doesn’t have to do any conquestadoring on some dang dumb dorks! We plant our artifact and then quickly and quietly zoom outta of here and travel towards the next foreign city.” They slowly strolled down the crowded sidewalk, passing each tall and colorful building.

She continued to read out loud from the travel guide. “The Spanish conquistador was named Francisco Pizarro. It says here that Lima brims in both social fun culture and vicious bloody history. Lima is a desert city,” she looked up with a puzzled brow and scanned each ugly paved city street. “Where’s the desert? I see people and cars and bicycles. Where do we start or stop in Lima, babe?”

He pointed to a crowd of people that huddled around each street block. “We walk around looking for an activity or a party or an event. In the country of England, the medieval tournament was occurring and then we implanted down the dagger into the soil.”

She looked down with a smile and read the travel guide contents in silence. “You implanted the dagger down into the soil.”

He smiled. “We implanted the dagger down into the soil which was stroke of genius. We don’t know the Atlantian by name, person, hair color, or height. He or she could be directly behind us or ahead of us. But the Atlantian will recognize his or her ancient artifact. At least, that’s a good working theory with the weird art collection of Mrs. Weiss. What was her first name?”

“Don’t know! All southern belles call each elderly lady by their last name. My mama would slap my fanny, if I broke that southern belle rule.”

He continued to scan the crowds with a chuckle, “Yeah right!”

She looked up to see the sidewalk and then the rows of tall buildings. “Why are we in the middle district of Lima?”

He continued to scan each city street and each building. “This is the best stop for leaving an artifact instead of the outer cliff shores of the beach or inside the busy shopping mall.”

Cassium halted with a gasp and turned with a sour frown to see his nose profile. “We ain’t visiting the shopping mall here in Lima. The Larcomar Mall is built on top of a tan colored sandstone cliff which overlooks the massive blue colored Pacific Ocean, one of the most scenic malls in the entire world. Suddenly, I have the most urgent need for a glass of water.”

He turned with a smile to see her frowns. “Shopping’s a girly thing.”

“I carry a girly thing. This is a girly earring ornament. Girls love to shop. Our Atlantian might be a female, looking for us there at the Larcomar Mall, too.”

He turned with a stern face to scan the crowd, “Naw! The shopping mall is too busy and too crowded. It smells good here.”

She sniffed the air with a sour face. “It smells bad here.”

He turned with a smile and leaned over, kissing her forehead, sniffing her hair and pulled back with a smile. “You smell good here,” chuckling.

She looked down a sour frown and read the travel guide contents in silence. “What in the heck doesn’t that mean?”

He held her arm with a smile and slowly strolled ahead, turning to scan each street, every building, and the crowd of people, “There is too much smog, too much traffic, and bad transportations for a few spaces for a group of moving cyclists. There is a big gap between the poor and rich money folks, which is called Lima, Peru. The mega capital city of Lima is a flat valley that is surrounded by the range of tall and brown looking Andre Mountains and the rough and deep blue Pacific Ocean water. Each roadway is flat and very busy with different modes of transportation. There are forty-three districts with nine million people and one lost Atlantian. Let’s keep walking ahead! We’ll find it and then know it immediately.”

She moved with Armus and looked up with a smile to see the street. “I see a comely neighborhood of bars and restaurants along the pretty stone lined walkway, leading towards a beautiful colorful flower garden. I see a long veranda porch which is shaded by a grove of towering shade trees.”

“Comely? What does comely mean?”

She giggled. “Come to me! Comely! I just read it here inside the travel guide.”

He turned with a stern face to see the side of row of buildings, “An orange building.”

She looked down with a smile and read out loud from the travel guide. “That’s orange building is the Aliaga House, where it displays all types of Peruvian art and artifacts, including the sword of Jerónimo de Aliaga which was used in the conquest of the lands of Peru.”

“When in Rome…”

“We’re in Lima.”

He stared at the next building. “That sounds like a sick virus! A yellow colored church is next door to a white castle with a set of tall iron gates and no moat,” chuckling.

“The white castle is called Government Palace.”

He stared at the next building, “A white church.”

“We could leave the small artifact inside the one of the tunnels of the catacombs underneath that white church we just passed. The catacombs are part of original Lima grave cemetery underneath that white colored Catholic Church. This travel guide says 75,000 bodies are buried underneath that hard concrete foundation with an array of exposed bone parts which are stacked in a strange pattern, inside a circular stone pit.”

“We’ve seen too many exposed bone parts for the rest of the century making me both squeamish and scared, honey bunny. Another white building,” he stared at the next building.

She continued to read out loud from the travel guide. “That white building is a former mansion which is called now the Larco Museum. The museum displays ceramics coming from the pre-Incan Moche civilization. O my gosh! These ancient clay figures are positively pornographic. The monkey rides on top of monkey. That look likes…”

He looked down to see the picture with a laugh, “Yup. That’s porn, ancient porn. The old farts have some sweet fun in their young time before trotting all of those virgin girls towards the temple and cutting the females up some human sacrifices. No wonder, the female all died. But, I like your porn show best. There is another yellow church. Man! You can’t walk more than a few blocks without stumbling into Brother Jesus.”

She continued to read out loud from the travel guide. “The Catholic people were given an allotted piece of land, within the early settlement days of Lima. So, they erected numerous monasteries and churches in honor of all the patron heavenly saints plus Brother Jesus.”

“Amen!” Armus led Cassium towards the edge of a grass park and then halted, releasing her arm, extending an arm with a grin and a nod. “This is it.”

She looked up from the travel guide to see a row of food tables. “What is it?”

He pointed to the row of food tables with a grin and a nod. “The Annual Food Festival of Lima, this is the most important event of the entire year here in South America. We’re some lucky ducks, darling. Do you see all the folks and the foods?”

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance and turned with a sour frown to see his nose profile. “You’re supposed to think with your brain, not your stomach,” she returned back to see the row of food tables which was located underneath an array of overhanging trees that shaded each food platter.

He reached out and grabbed her forearm, swiftly moving them to stand last in the long food line with a grin and a nod. “I can do both search for a lost Atlantian and eat a plate of Peruvian food.”

In the center of the grassy park, a flat concrete build fountains shot numerous streams of fresh water in the air and as a tune of soft music played coming from a musical band on the opposite side of the food table. A set of rotating colorful lights hit and missed the streams of flying water creating a pretty sight within the air waves and underneath a dull skyline.

Armus clapped with a laugh and a smile of happiness. “A delightful tour of dancing water and pretty neon light for our ears, while our eyes enjoy the pretty fried food stuffs. A comely meal, I like. When the drink is served first, I can wet my mouth with more food.”

“My mama wouldn’t let me drink my milk until I ate all of my food.”

He slowly moved in the line towards the first food table and continued to scan the dancing water, the food tables, and the children dances, “Poor thing!”

She moved beside Armus with a deep sigh of worry. “Armus, we should leave the…you know at one of the other historical buildings that we just passed, before we pig out on a plate of fried food and a cup of frothy drink. Then, we can leave here and board the next airplane flight to Sweden.”

He moved closer to the first food table and reached out, grabbing a red colored plastic cup, swinging around, offering Cassium the cup with a smile, “Naw. Here, try this! A drinking mixture of purple maize sweetened with sugar which is called chica-morada.”

She accepted and then replaced back the plastic cup on top of the table surface. “No!”

He leaned over with a whisper and a frown into her cheekbone. “Everything that you’ve named has an admission price tag, honey. We don’t have Peruvian dollars, only the dang pearls. Mrs. Weiss knew that. That’s why she hid the pearls from Granth. And that’s why she picked you, a poor unemployed PhD of genetics for this monumental VIP task. You ain’t rich like me. You’re an innocent traveler from the USA having fun and touring a foreign country. So, you would stick out like a beaten and bloody sore thumb, when I hit trying to hang up a non-hanged picture frames inside my apartment,” he moved ahead with a chuckle towards the food platters.

She looked down with a sour frown to see the travel guide. “No,” she re-read the contents inside the travel guide. Each historical site required any entry fee of Peruvian money or US dollars. She exhaled with a puff of frustration and looked up with a stern face to see Armus. He reached out and grabbed a food platter, adding more meat from the steaming skillet on top of the food pile with a smile. She shook the curls as and a growling stomach and a sniffing set of nostrils agreed with both the good smelling food and a hungry Armus. She frowned. “We need to pay.”

He held the plate of food with a smile, “Naw! The food is free. It’s a city event, a free food festival. Hold my platter! We can share the food, darling,” she accepted and held the plate with a frown. He reached over and loaded one of every food item onto the same food plate with a grin. “Stuffed avocado. White rice. Mincemeat with raisins and spices. Yummy! Chicharron is fried pork and thick slices of steamed sweet potato chips,” he reached out and grabbed, lifting up the plastic cup. He sipped and swallowed the beverage with a smile. “Wow! This is good too. Hold my drink please!” She accepted the plastic cup with a sour frown and held the same plate of growing food. He reached over and grabbed a piece of food from the plate, chewing and mouthing spitting the used food particles over the grass. “This is ceviche broth like a soup,” he reached over and grabbed, placing the soup cup on top of the same food platter while chewing the used food, swallowing with a smile at the next food table. He reached out and grabbed the food item. “Ceviche is five different kinds of fish like shellfish and swordfish cubes which is caught right here off Peru’s northern coast. Open your mouth!” He swung around with a smile and held the food item in the air. She dropped open a jaw line. He popped the food item with a smile inside her mouth. “I love marinated seafood. Can you cook?”

She chewed and swallowed the food with a sour frown. “No.”

He chuckled. “That’s okay. I love you good. We can eat out, a lot.” He grabbed and lifted up, sipped and swallowing the beverage with a smile. “Pisco is a grape brandy, the national drink of Peru. The Pisco-sour is dry with just the right amount of white foamy froth. Don’t be fooled by the cute purple color, thou! This alcoholic drink packs a powerful fist punch,” he sipped and swallowed more of the purple drink, reaching out, lifting up a second plastic cup, turning with a smile to see her and offered the second cup. “You can drink the Chica-morada, non-alcoholic. See? Look around. All the young kids drink it and love it, a purple maize corn sweetened with cane sugar, kinda like soda within the USA.”

She turned with a stern face and scanned the children that were consuming a smaller plastic cup, slammed into his shifting arm. Her plastic cup and his arm wrecked. She released and dropped the plastic cup from the wet collision with a gasp. The slight breeze blew the thin plastic underneath the food table as an elderly woman turned with a sour frown to stare at Cassium in silence.

He leaned backwards from the elderly woman with a smile and reached back, grabbing a new purple drink from the food table, handing it back to Cassium again. She accepted and then held both the Chica-morada drink and the food platter with a fake smile.

They slowly strolled down the line food table. Armus continued to pick up one item from each steaming pot with an entertaining laugh. She grinned at his silly behavior. “Have you finished your ancient hunting and gathering for food for the evening, babe?” They moved away from the last foot table and into the grassy park. He turned with a smile and grabbed the platter of food from her, eating the food first and then feeding her some food next. She chewed and swallowed the food with a sour frown while holding both purple colored beverages.

He moved ahead further into the grassy park and chewed, swallowing the food with a smile. “Yes, my darling. Let’s go into the courtyard and set our tired bones down on a bench as we enjoy the last two slices of the mango cheesecake,” Armus moved ahead with a smile and spun around, sitting down on top of the long bench.

Cassium sat with him and reached down, placing her purple drink on top of the gray brick, without spilling it. She sat upright with a smile and used both my hands to steal more Peruvian food than Armus. He continued to eat both swift and plenty while hand feeding Cassium, sometimes. She looked around the food festival, the busy streets, and the crowd of people while chewing on the good food also.

Armus looked around to see the courtyard of people and platters, chewing and swallowed the food with a smile. “This park is rounded.”

“Yeah,” she chewed the food.

He smiled at the courtyard. “This park has rows of yellow flowers inside the interior gardens and is surrounded by a series of gray brick looking like a circle.”

She swallowed the food with a smile, stealing another handful of food, “Yeah.” She ate the food.

“This park design looks too familiar within my eyeballs.”

She chewed and swallowed the food with a frown, “Naw.”

He reached with a smile and nudged her elbow, “Yeah! Take out the ornament. Look at it. Its rounded too with gold in the middle too and surrounded with silver like this gray brick too.”

She wiped the dirty hands on top of the dirty blue jeans and exhaled with a puff of annoyance, pulling off the backpack from the back spine, sitting it down into the lap and rummaged around inside the darkness and found the Wari queen earring ornament. She stared down at the golden design of the winged creature which was surrounded by silver with a gasped and a whisper. “This is it.”

He chewed and swallowed the food with a chuckle. “I said that, doll.”

She replaced the earring ornament back inside the backpack with a smile. “This is the spot to drop off the ornament. But, where do we drop it?” She looked up to see row of yellow flowers and grove of tall trees.

He chewed and swallowed the food, looking down to see the grass with a smile. “We leave it under this park bench. It’s grass here too. Grass loses and hides all sorts of stuff, including a small piece of jewelry. But, we do it really causal.”

She turned with a sour frown to see his nose profile. “How am I supposed to do it really causal?”

He turned with a smile of chewed food particles within his teeth. “I don’t know. I found the spot. You figure out the method of storage,” he reached up and lifted up, sipping and swallowing the purple drink with a loud burp of glee.

She kicked out a cowgirl boot with a sour frown in frustration and then spilled her purple drink for a second time, seeing the purple stain the green grass, “O my gosh! I spilled my Chica-more drink, again.”

Armus stood upright from the bench with a chuckle and dashed forward to food table for a new drink cup, moving backwards with a smile, sitting back down on the bench and turned with a smirk to see Cassium. “I got an idea. Look around! All the young Peruvian teens are making out and kissing their lips on top of the park bench. We are young too.”

She turned with a gasp to see each young teen couple on top of long bench with a giggle and a grin. “Okay. Just for showing off in front of Granth’s lonely non-happy spy. I’m climb on top of you, kissing and slobbering in your face with my pink tongue. How’s that, darling?”

“Naw,” he reached out and grabbed the backpack from her lap, rummaging down into the darkness, finding the Atlantian earring. He pulled it out and closed up the flap of the backpack, handing the backpack of sea pearls back to Cassium. He extended an arm into the air with a pair of wiggling eyebrows and a smirk to Cassium. “Lay down on top of the naked park bench. I’m on top of you. My arm is longer. I can implant the Wari queen ear ornament much deeper underneath the park bench into the grass while ensuring the Atlantian finds and gets it, before that damn spy stalks us again.” She shifted around with a giggle and settled back down on the back spine over the naked bench with a grin. Armus shifted around and gently rested on top of her rib cage and between her legs with a chuckle.

She placed the backpack underneath a chin for him to access a set of sea pearls that went around the Atlantian artifact which hid the item from a pair of human eyeballs. He held the item inside the outside hand. They tenderly kissed and giggled for both danger and fun.

He reached down and swung the outside arm underneath the bench, gently lowering the earring ornament down and lost inside the soft grass. He flung back the arm and touched her cheekbone with a pair of dirty fingers. She giggled. He reached down between her breasts, gently pulling out two sea pearls from the backpack, swinging the same arm underneath the bench while leaning down and kissed, biting her lips. She sounded with a moan.

He reached down underneath the bench and decorated the ear ornament with two more pearls, completing the circle.

Cassium could not see the Atlantian ornament which was hidden underneath the park bench, but she and Armus had figured out that a circle of the Atlantians pearls made the artifact disappear both magically and mysteriously without a pair of human eyeballs for some strange reason.

Armus rose up on both elbows between her arms with a smirk and a sigh. “I’m done. Whew, girl! I think we need a bedroom after this implantation,” he leaned over and kissed her lips, pulling back with a goofy grin.

She rose up on both elbows with a smile. “Let’s go and find a room for the night! Then we can leave for the country of Sweden tomorrow.”

He pressed a body down in her breasts, kissing her lips and pulled back with a smile. “I think that I need to place one more sea pearl over the Wari queen earring ornament and then we leave outta of here.” He swung an arm down underneath the bench with a frown. “You know my fingers have found a rock right next to the earring thingy. I think this big rock might interfere with the magnetic flow of the magical sea pearls. I didn’t want it just sitting there, because the Atlantian might just miss it. And Granth might get it instead. Would you agree with me?” He flung a hand into her face with a chuckle and a nod. “Whoa! That’s one big gigantic shiny rock.”

Cassium sat upright and looked down with a gasp at the object. Armus sat upright and leaned over, cuddling Cassium while holding a four-carat sparking diamond solitaire on top of a platinum ring band. She dropped open a mouth with a gasp. “That…that is a diamond ring…”

“…for my love,” Armus slid down from the park bench onto one knee in front of her kneecaps while holding both her dirty hands with a smile into her face. “I give you this ring of our shared devoted love and happiness for the rest of our lives. Please accept me and marry me, Cassium! I love you, darling.” She squealed out loud and leaned down kissing his face with a set of happy tears, holding out her ring hand into his chest. Armus looked down with a smile and gently slid the diamond ring on the correct finger.

She smiled. “I love you, Armus. I accept our shared devoted love and happiness for the rest of our lives,” she leaned down and kissed him again. He pulled back from the kiss with a grin and reached over, grabbing and handed her the purple drink of chica-morada, lifting up his purple drink of Pisco near a smile. They slowly reached out and gently touched with a light clink each soft plastic cup.

A single ear piercing scream drew each pair of eyeballs towards the row of food tables. People were bouncing up and down on top of the concrete foundation, the concrete sidewalk, and the grass park while pointing with a scared brow at each fallen body or each falling body down onto the soil. Each person screamed while running away, signaling for rescue help.

Armus stood upright from the bench and narrowing the eyelids, scanning each fallen body. Cassium slowly stood upright with a gasp and examined each fallen body also. He pointed down at the wiggling fallen bodies with a worried brow, “Watch that! Are the people vomiting up neon colored green puke from eating all the food stuff?”

She frowned at each body that continued to vomit up green puke. “People are folding down at a waist and then puking up their food plate on top of the grass, the top of the city street, the row of pretty flowers and some on top of their shoes,” she reached down and patted a stomach, turning with a grin to see Armus. “I feel fine.”

Armus reached down and slammed the stomach gut, turning with a smirk to see her. “I feel fine too,” he stared down at her drink with a gasp and then looked up, swinging a face around, seeing a smaller drink cup near each fallen child. Armus twisted back to Cassium and reached out, knocking the drink from her hand with a worried brow. “The Chica-morada is laced with a type of throw up drug.”

She looked down with a sour frown to see the fallen drink. “What?”

Armus reached out and grabbed her hand, running ahead, scooting through with the crowd with a worried brow and a shout out loud. “Let’s get outta here now! Run towards one of the taxi cab. We’ve implanted the earring ornament. It’s time to go.”

Armus and Cassium jumped over each fallen person on the grass, on top of the sidewalk, and around the water fountain. The pretty sprays of fresh water continued to shoot up into the skyline. The soft music stopped playing as the loud screams overtook the new musical chant of fear underneath the low gray clouds of a late afternoon within Lima, Peru.

The last taxi cab pulled away from the sidewalk and Armus. He released her hand and reached out, slamming the rooftop of the moving taxi cab, “Stop! I can pay too. Stop now!” The taxi cab sped away from Armus and steered into the crowded roadway. He turned with a worried brow and scanned each city street still holding her hand again and ran forward and stopped at the two-sitter bicycle. “Hop on!”

She stared down with a worried brow at the bicycle and shaking the curls. “No!”

He sung with nervous energy and assisted her onto the rear bike seat, “Daisy, Daisy, a bicycle built for two. Don’t make me crazy for getting you safe too, too,” he leaned down and quickly kissed her hair roots, pulling back with qa worried brow and spun around, climbing up onto the first seat, settling down into the leather seat. He slapped both hands onto the bars with a worried brow. “Okay. On three, we start pedaling the bike together. We take the bike around the edge of the city and escape outta this crazy weird mess.”

She shook the curls and posed both boot toes on each thick bike pedal. “I rather take the crazy three hour drive up the 15,000 feet remote mountain of wildernesses, full of breathtaking treks that I read about inside the Peruvian travel guide. Armus! No! Get us another taxi cab!”

“One. Two. Three.” Armus pushed the two-sitter bicycle away from the brick wall with a hand. They started pedaling into the crowd of people that were blocking the street sidewalk. A single gunshot rang in the air. The other people screamed and scattered in different direction. A set of sirens and horns blew coming from a fleet of emergency vehicles. Armus slammed the brakes of bike. Cassium fell forward and hit down into his back spine. He slid the bike to the side and hit the solid wall, standing upright from the seat, sliding off the bicycle with a worried brow. He reached down and grabbed her arm, dragging Cassium in-between the dark space of two buildings. He cuddled her into a chest and then covered her mouth, whispering with a worried brow into her eardrum. “We need another exit point. Our spy has gotten bold in this round.” He turned to see the uncontrolled commotion. “There’s a line of empty taxi cabs on the other side of the courtyard and the grassy park without a line of panicked people, since the screaming peoples are shuffling and shifting in the other direction. We jog in that direction towards the last taxi car over yonder. Stay next to me! We’ll make it,” he removed the hand from her mouth.

She whispered with fear, “Do you think this is one of Granth’s calling card?”

He cuddled her and then bent down at the waistline with a worried brow in silence. They swiftly raced through the panicked crowd, each fallen body, each crying child, and around each overturned food tables. Armus whispered into her cheekbone. “Yes. He recognized us, but he can’t tell who the Atlantian is. He’s been tracking us, since Sussex, England. We have been lucky enough to catch the last airplane flight out of each foreign country, before he figured out that we left the shared playground, because he’s too busy searching for that Atlantian artifact. I think he’s mad at himself for not finding one,” chuckling.

They continued to swiftly scoot and race ahead in a crouched pose through the thinning crowd, dashing beside a row of upright table without a person.

Underneath the last upright food table, a pair of black tinted gloved hands reached out and grabbed, permanently hugging the boot ankle of Armus. Cassium stumbled down and dropped down towards a face with a gasp while jerking Armus by the hand, preventing an imminent impact onto the grass.

Armus stumbled down onto the grass with Cassium, landing on a face instead.

A short male leaped out from underneath the last upright food table and landed on the back spine of Armus, punching down with both gloved fists on the rear skull of Armus. Armus yelled out loud in fury and slowly stood upright on both palms and the kneecaps, bucking a pair of legs into the air, tossing off the short male, who sailed over the top of the rear skull of Armus.

The short male fell down towards the grass and then buried a face into the grass.

Cassium slowly stood upright and watched in fear and horror, reaching out, grabbed one of the purple chica-morada drinks, flinging the drink over the buzz cut of the short male, watching the purple liquid cover his head.

Armus slowly stood upright with a puff from the grass and then wobbled side to side with dizziness inside the head. Cassium moved ahead with a gasp and stopped, cuddling him into her shoulder. They swiftly dashed ahead towards one of the parked taxi cabs on the other side of the courtyard. She looked back behind a collar bone with a worried brow to see the action.

The short male slowly stood upright from the grass and flung the purple liquid from a wet face, rubbing both closed eyelids, wobbling side to side while feeling the effect of drug. He leaned down and opened a mouth vomiting up the plate of food over his shoes and the grass.

She spun around with a heavy breathing to face a line of parked taxi cabs and stopped, entering into the last taxi car with Armus. The taxi cab sped away quickly from the crazy food festival. Armus and Cassium left for the airport and then exited Lima, Peru.

 

 

Monday June 29th

 

 

4:45 p.m.

City of Shanghai within the country of China

(10,666 miles northeast from Peru)

Sidewalk setting

Scorching hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

The day was bright sunny and hot with a clear blue sky with five miles per hour winds and an air temperature of eighty-eight degrees of Fahrenheit. Cassium continued to sit and stare out a clean side window inside the taxi cab. Numerous red and yellow colored vertical tall paper lanterns were bolted onto every street lamp, every window store, and every hand of a person and as each item bounced up and down within the slight breeze of a heated day. She sat inside a non-moving taxi cab and turned with a sour frown to see the rear skull of the driver. “Hey, driver! We’re getting out here please. How much for the taxi cab ride, driver?”

The Chinese taxi driver turned with a grin and spoke in the English language with a nod, “Five dollars, USA, please.”

She leaned over the front seat cushion and guided a handful of colored pearls over the seat. He looked down with a confused brow at her cupped hand without the American dollars. She flipped up the cupped hand with a smile and opened the folded fingers. He smiled down at the sea pearls with a nod and formed a cup with both hands. Cassium released the fingers and dumped the handful of sea pearls into his hands with a giggle.

Armus wore a pair of torn and stained blue jeans, a dirty shirt, and a pair of unpolished cowboy boots without a sporting jacket, reaching down and opened the door, sliding out of the taxi and stood upright on top of the sideway. He leaned down and pulled out a long and heavy duffle bag, sitting it between the boot toes, leaning down and assisted Cassium to stand upright from the taxi seat. He whispered into her face, “That’s a low price for a taxi ride. Why did you pay the driver in sea pearls? I thought we agreed to use cash money.” He reached down and lifted up with a stern face, rattling the duffle bag which contained broken bags of loose colored pearls that had come from the house of Mrs. Weiss. They leaned over and cuddled slowly moving down a crowded gray colored sidewalk.

She wore a pair of torn and stained blue jeans, a pair of warped and wet cowgirl boots, a dirty shirt, whispering into his eardrum. “I know. The cash is all gone, honey. We only have left for currency the sea pearls for our one-way trip back home to good ole USA. Yeehaw! I’m eating a cheeseburger, a sack of fries, and a tall chocolate milkshake and then napping for two whole days plus nights,” she turned with a stern face and scanned each city street, each sidewalk, each skyscraper hotel, and the squat building of every merchandise shop. “The city road streets are too crowded with people, bikes, and red lanterns and standing children, who dress better than me. They look American, except I’m taller…”

“And you’re mine.” He leaned down and kissed her hair roots, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips, pulling back with a grin. “We can walk. The hotel is very close.”

She continued to stare at each city street with a puzzled brow. “Why are there little children standing and lining the empty city streets? I don’t see any moving cars but still it’s very dangerous. Where are their parents? What did you do with the airport rental keys?”

He whispered into her face, since the street sideway was too loud for normal conversation. “We have arrived at the Chinese Lantern Festival today. It is a time of family reunions watching pretty fireworks, performing traditional folk dances, and eating yummy rice balls. And there’s going to be a full moon for some hot romance tonight,” he reached down and tickled her rib cage as she giggled. He grinned. “We didn’t rental a locker or some lockers at the Chinese airport, love. I’m carrying the reminder of the Atlantian sea pearls inside this dang heavy duffle bag. I didn’t think pretty could be so annoying. And remember? We figured out the best technique was to invade a public social event inside each foreign country, then the spying Atlantian can spot us, while the stalking predictor can get lost within the crowds.”

She grinned at each store window display. “That didn’t work in Perth, Australia, darling. I’m still dropping down a set of dried sand out of my semi-wet cowgirl boots, when we jumped off from that steady concrete bridge into the deep blue sea. What was the name of that ocean?”

He pointed up with a smile to each wavering flag. “My plan worked. We’re here in Shanghai. That’s the China flag hanging off every street light with the five stars of red color. I wished that the USA would hang an American flag every five feet reminding a groups of lazy citizens that our ancient and dead forefathers fought for their worn sofa seat inside their living room setting while watching on their seventy-inched plasma television for fun entertaining with a case of cold beers and bowl of salty fresh pretzels.”

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance at each window display. “This is our last dropout pick with the last artifact. Then, we go back home to Birmingham. How long have we been traveling the world, sweetie?”

“Since the ninth of June on Tuesday at five am, that is almost three weeks, twenty days. Today is the twenty-eighth day of June here in the country of China,” he pointed down to the children with a grin. “It’s a Chinese tradition for the blood-uncle to buy his blood nephew and niece each a lantern to ensure a lifetime of both happiness and health.”

She turned and smiled down at the children, who obediently stood still but fidgeted in line row on the edge of the city street. “O my gosh! That’s so nice. My uncle only gave my toys or clothes or money at Christmas, because my mama told him. We’ve managed to delivery and deposit thirty-two different Atlantian artifacts within thirty-two different countries in nineteen days, since the ninth day of June, USA time. I feel like a tornado wind storm and look it too. My clothes are stained and ripped at my kneecap bones, my ankle bones, and my elbow bones,” she reached down and rubbed the ugly bruise on the naked elbow with a puff of exhaustion.

Armus looked down to see her hand and her elbow movement with a worried brow. “Your elbows are not clothed. Ah naw! You got a bad looking boo-boo on your elbow, too, honey. Our Chinese hotel is on our right. I’ll take good care of you, darling,” he leaned down and kissed her hair roots, pulling back with a smile of love.

She stared with a sour frown at the hotel, “It looks like a tall and big black and tan cigarette slender box with rows of red tinted warning distress lights up and down the sides of the building. This is not a good sign.”

He moved ahead towards the entrance doors with a smile and a nod. “Naw!”

 

 

5:14 p.m.

Chinese Hotel lobby setting

 

 

They slowly strolled into the lobby with a fake smile like a pair of visiting tourist towards the registration desk. Cassium looked up with a smile to see high ceiling. “Is that made of real stained colored glass like inside my church in Bama?”

He looked up with a smile to see the high ceiling too, “Yeah. This hotel has a western style atmosphere for my western stylish girl,” he stopped in front of the registration desk and looked down to see the clerk with a smile and a nod. “Two adults for one night within the super royal penthouse suit, please. I wanna see the full moon from a China skyline.”

The hotel clerk looked down and typed on the computer keyboard and returned back with a smile and a nod to see Armus. “The penthouse suite rental is 4,356.87 dollars, USA, please.”

Armus lifted up and extended a handful of colored sea pearls over the registration counter with a smile and stopped in front of the nose bridge of the hotel clerk. “How much is this worth in non-dollars, USA, please?”

The hotel clerk looked down with a frown at the cupped hand of Armus. Armus flipped the cupped hand upright and opened all the fingers, revealing a set of gleaming sea pearls inside the palm. The hotel clerk dropped open his mouth with a gasp and reached out, quickly scooping up all the pearls from the hand of Armus, dumping them down into the office drawer, without looking at Armus. The clerk slid the key over the counter to Armus while staring down with a smile at the sea pearls. “Your royal penthouse suite is both reserved and paid, sir. Do you have any luggage for your penthouse suite?”

Armus shook a skull and accepted the penthouse key, “Thanks, buddy!” He and Cassium back stepped with a soft chuckle from the registration desk and spun around, moving ahead towards one of the open elevator doors, entering the carriage alone.

Inside the elevator carriage, he whispered into her face. “We lay low and out of eyesight until nighttime and then sneak out during the highlight of the Lantern Festival Parade. There are numerous Chinese Gardens of palaces and temples, twelve blocks from this hotel. I don’t wanna take a taxi cab. That’ll draw attention to the cute couple of foreigners, who ain’t watching the Chinese parade. And I suspect that the Chinese Gardens will be in very low attendance during the parade and at the nighttime.” She nodded in silence. The elevator doors slid open. They exited the carriage and moved ahead towards the rental penthouse suite.

 

 

5:26 p.m.

Penthouse suite setting of Armus and Cassium

Hot temperatures and partly cloudy

 

 

The penthouse door slid open. Cassium entered into the room first and halted in the middle of the room with a gasp, scanning the width and length of the suite. “This is very, very nice for four thousand dollars in the colors of rich dark black and shiny gold which is fit for a king with his queen. There’s a king-sized bed. a king-sized closet, a king-sized wall of windows,” she ahead towards the bathroom and halted with a yell to Armus. “There’s a sunken king-sized bathtub and a king-sized shower stall, one for each of us. I’m taking a long hot bubble bath, before our final delivery of the last Atlantian artifact tonight. O my gosh! There’re even bubble bath crystals.” She dropped down the pair of dirty blue jeans and the girly panties, sitting down on top of the toilet and then leaped up into the air from the toilet seat. “Ouch! The toilet is warm with heat and hotness, babe,” she chuckled, reaching out, touching the seat with a finger and felt the heat. She reached up to the towel rack and dropped down two bathing wash cloths over the rounded edge of the warmth of the toilet seat, sitting back down, peeing with a smile.

Armus slowly moved ahead and typed on the mobile telephone, stopping and stood in front of the wall of windows with a grin and a chuckle. “It’s called a Japanese toilet here in Chinese.” Then, he finished typed with a grin and shoved the phone down into the pocket of the ripped and torn pair of blue jeans.

She moved away from the bathroom and entered back into the bedroom suite with a smile at Armus. “I love you good,” she dashed ahead towards the wall of glass windows, hugging onto the back spine of Armus while looking over his collar bone at the landscape in the far distance with a smile. “O my gosh! We’re touching heaven’s door step. I can see the location of the train station, the grove of tall trees inside numerous gardens, the tower airport, and miles and miles of deep blue ocean water. The penthouse suite holds an awe of breathtaking beauty.”

He reached down and rubbed both of her cupped hands around his fit waist with a grin. “This is an old Chinese with new city style. At midnight with the moon shining, it will be the most beauty like you.”

She continued to scan the city landscape with a worried brow. “We should leave and take the last airplane ride outta China. It boards at 11:42 pm tonight. We can be inside your tiny apartment and your big king-sized bed by afternoon today in USA time. Since, the day time in America is really yesterday here. We can actually be in two geographical places at once. That’ll be so cool to tattle to our new set of friends. Do you have any set of social friends or professional co-workers or solider friendlies?”

“Naw and naw and naw,” He swung around with a laugh and stood in front of her, leaning down, kissing her hair roots as he was taller and pulled back with a wink. “This is our last night in a foreign country. We should enjoy it, since it is the last time before little Alele comes.”

She reached up and slapped his chest with a sour frown. “I am not preg…nancy. I am not sick. I am not bloated. I am not feeling any single effect of a fetus inside my stomach. My mama whined and tattled to me and my daddy continuous about when she was nausea and vomiting and morning sick and afternoon sick. I am not exhibiting any of those symptoms, Armus.”

He leaned down and kissed her lips, pulling back with a smirk. “Then, we will keep trying then. I wanna a child. I’m thirty-four years old and growing older by the minute. I wanna a family and…”

“A job…”

He smiled. “We got a job, each one of us. Eugene has probably figured out that Bothea has left Burn U for Granth. Granth is a billionaire. Man! I noticed. You noticed. Everyone noticed. They were giggling and elbowing each other at the Key West presentation of the lost city of Atlantis in southern Florida that day.”

“I think Granth was totally surprised that he had found the lost city of Atlantis while plotting to murder everyone inside that lecture hall.”

He exhaled. “We can’t change the past, only the future, honey. And I hope that we have changed some futures for some bodies. So, we did and we won. We deliver the last Atlantian artifact tonight. Then, we are done,” he leaned down and kissed her lips, pulling back with a smile, spinning around to see the window.

She back stepped with a smile from Armus and swung around to see bed, moving ahead, stopping and tossed back the bedcovers. She stripped down to her dirty nakedness and leaned, landing on top of the clean bed linens with a smile and reached out, patting the linens with a giggle. “These are pure soft and cool Egyptian cotton sheets, babe. Hop in with me, sir! I’m really for a short tango and then a long fiesta, until we eat supper later this afternoon.”

Armus spun around from the window with a stern face and shook a skull, strutting ahead towards the duffle bag on the floor. He stopped and leaned down, lifting the bag and sat it inside sitting chair, since the cloth fabric made the bag wiggle side to side on a flat surface. He opened the bag and then rummaged around inside the darkness with a stern face in silence.

She frowned at his back spine. “What are you doing, honey? Where are you going, darling?”

He grabbed and then filled up each pocket on the blue jean with a set of medium-sized plastic bags of shimmery sea pearls in silence while ignoring her question.

Armus and Cassium had created hundreds of tied and wrapped clear plastic bags that held thousands and thousands of colored sea pearls that came from the hidden cabinets inside the home of dead Mrs. Weiss. Then, they had stored each sealed bag inside numerous big leather trunks on Monday evening until midnight. A set of individual traveling trunks had been sent by an international express delivery service company to every foreign country which was represented by the Atlantian artifact on early Tuesday morning, while we had flown out of Birmingham, Alabama and landed at Sussex, England for the first Atlantian artifact drop off mission.

The designated traveling trunk had arrived before Armus and Cassium at the final destination and had been housed and stored inside a pre-paid secure and secret footlocker at that particular airport for retrieval by Armus and Cassium upon arrival into the foreign country. The airport locker clerk had issued an individual locker key, so Armus and Cassium didn’t have to tote around thousands of pearls plus hundreds of pounds to accomplish the final artifact delivery within the selected geographical location that had been secretly listed on the cubby wall at the home of dead Mrs. Weiss.

Inside the penthouse suite in front of the chair, Armus finished stuffing each pocket with all the hard objects and spun around with a smile, strutting ahead towards the bed mattress with Cassium. She was outstretched in her fine nakedness across the whiteness of the bed linens. He stopped and leaned down with a smile, rubbing her breasts, kissing her lips and pulled back with a smile. “Tonight, during the full moon, it’s tradition and good luck to eat yuanxiao or a rice ball while staring up at the brightly lighted skyline. I’m going to buy a couple of rice balls hoping for us some great luck, warding off any more stalkers coming from Granth. Do you think it’ll work?” She shook the curls with a sour frown in silence. He chuckled. “I’m going to buy one of those red and yellow tinted paper lanterns and hide that petrified lotus flower.”

“It is freeze dried.”

“It is a worthless artifact. I can’t believe that we’re risking our lives delivering a fossilized piece of blue flower.”

“It is a symbol of honor for both peoples of the China and Atlantis.”

He smiled. “Take a nap! We’ll be really up late, tonight. The Chinese Gardens are very popular during the mornings and the afternoons. We’ll go later in the evening after supper during the Lantern Festival Parade. Okay?” Armus spun around with a smile and strolled towards the closed door.

“Okay,” she performed an ugly yawn, after a long airplane flight, watching Armus strut towards the door. Then, he back pedaled from the closed door and spun around with a smile, dashing back to her, whipping out the mobile telephone with a smile. She covered her nakedness with the bedcover with a sour frown and shook the curls, “Naw, babe! No nude me! No porn of me on your phone!”

He stopped with a chuckle and then moved backwards, pointing down at his mobile telephone on top of the chest of drawers with a smile. “Call your mama! Don’t use the hotel telephone again! Remember? Granth can trace a hotel telephone line quicker than the cell. So, your mama doesn’t get worried and start calling Burn U for some wrong information,” he moved ahead and stopped, leaning down and kissed her lips, standing upright with a smile. “I’ll be back. Then, we can have some dirty fun and get cleaned up and then have some more dirty fun, and get cleaned up…”

She pushed him away from her body with a chuckle. “Get going! So, we can have some dirty fun, later,” she looked down to see his mobile telephone while hearing the door slam shut, exhaling with a puff of frustration, and stood upright from the bed linens in her dirty nakedness which needed a hot bath of cleanliness.

Armus and Cassium had unexpectedly been chased out of the country of Australia by one of Granth’s spies and then mendaciously caught the boarding airplane flight, before it had left the terminal without bathing or eating.

Inside the penthouse suite, she reached down and grabbed his mobile telephone, squatting down, picking up all of her clothes into a wad. She moved ahead towards the side table and stopped, reaching out, lifting up the hotel telephone receiver with a smile. She heard the other voice, “Hi there! This is room number 4383. I have a set of dirty laundry that needs washing. Could you send up a gopher for a room pickup please?”

She paused and listened to the male voice on the other end of the telephone.

“Thank you!” She gently dropped down the telephone receiver with a smile and spun around to face the side wall, moving ahead towards the bathroom. She entered the bathroom and grabbing the provided bathroom robe, covering the nakedness from the eyeballs of the Chinese gopher.

The penthouse suite door sounded with a loud knock.

Cassium rushed out from the bathroom and stopped with smile, opening the door with a nod. “Hello!” She handed the hotel gopher a plastic bag of her dirty and torn clothing for cleaning inside the hotel laundry room. She wished the gopher could repair the torn clothing items also. She nodded with a smile. “Thank you so much!” The gopher back stepped with a grin and a nod in silence towards the opposite wall. She gently closed shut the door with a puff and spun around moving back towards the chest of drawers that held numerous empty drawers for her personal attire with a stern face. She lifted up and dialed the familiar telephone number on the tiny screen of the mobile telephone to her mother, stopping and stood in front of the high chest of drawers and opened the top one while waiting for the telephone connection, “Hi, Mama!”

Cassium paused and listened to the voice of her mother on the other end of the mobile telephone connection in silence.

“Fine!” Cassium spun around with a stern face and moved ahead towards the duffle bag that sat inside the sitting chair, stopping and reached down into the duffle bag, pulling out a plastic bag that contained several pairs of clean girly throngs which had been buried underneath the bags of pearls while listening to the voice of her mother. Her mother talked about the new house in the city of Huntsville, Alabama. Cassium spun around with a sour frown and continued to listen to her mother, strolling ahead towards the open drawer, stopping and tossed the bag of throngs down into the empty drawer. She would use one after bathing a stinky nakedness. Cassium wished that she had time to shop for some new clothes but breathing a set of oxygen molecules had been more important with a gang of Granth’s spies chasing after Armus and her while seeking the Atlantian artifact. She spun around and strolled back towards the duffle bag with a sour frown.

Pause.

“China,” she stopped and stood in front of the sitting chair, reaching down into the duffle bag, pulling out a wrinkled but clean shirt with only two ripped holes within the fabric, after running away from another dangerous escape with Granth’s spy while listening to her mother. Her mother talked about the row of new neighbors within the neighborhood beside the new house within Huntsville, Alabama. Cassium spun around with a sour frown and moved back towards the top drawer tossing down the ripped shirt into the opening which would be used to dress and then finish the implantation process of the last Atlantis artifact inside the Chinese Gardens tonight before midnight. Cassium wished that she had time to shop for a pretty gift for her parents in Huntsville but catching the next airplane had been more important while escaping from Granth’s spy, who continued to seek the next Atlantian artifact. She spun away from the drawer and strolled ahead towards the bed mattress with a stern face.

Pause.

“Tomorrow,” she stopped in front of the bed mattress and leaned down, picking up the boots into the air with a sour frown, standing upright from the floor with a stern face and moved ahead towards the patio door. She stopped and slid open the patio door while allowing the hot air into the room, leaning down a few inches beyond the archway, placing the wet boots in the sun. The semi-wet leather on each boot could dry out from the warm sunshine. She continued to listen to her mother. Her mother talked about her husband’s new job in Huntsville, Alabama. Cassium wished the she had time to shop for a pair of fresh and dry foot ware but safely hiding inside the hotel suite had been more important while escaping from Granth’s spy who continued to scoop around each foreign city for Armus while seeking the next Atlantian artifact.

Pause.

“I can’t come this weekend to Huntsville,” she stood upright and shoved the patio floor closed with a huff, spinning around with a stern face, strolling back towards the duffle bag and stopped, standing in front of the chair. She reached down into the bag and lifted up a handful of lustrous shiny sea pearls with a smile while listened to her mother. Her mother talked about the new job interview. Cassium wished that she had time to shop with the sea pearls, instead of spending the precious items on hotels, food trays, and airplane fares while traveling from city to city and from coast to coast to implant the next Atlantian artifact. But, the numerous spies of Granth had always been waiting and watching for Cassium and Armus to tour the foreign city, after the Atlantis artifact had been implanted alone and unprotected. She lowered the hand and spread out the fingers with a soft giggle as each pearl gently fell back down inside the duffle bag with a tiny sound of ting.

Pause.

“I have work the next day,” she reached down with a smile and rummaged through the sea of soft loose pearls, locating the baby blue tinted keye devise while listening to her mama. Her mother talked about her grandparents. The keye was a cylinder shape of eight inches in sparkling baby blue ceramic hue with a smooth rounded tip like a clown nose on one end and a sliced smooth edge on the opposite end. Cassium pondered the purpose of Atlantian keye. She lifted the keye near a smile while enjoying the array of glittering colors in the baby blue tint which also display tiny sprinkles of silver, gold, yellow, and pink hues. She aimed the keye at the wall of glass windows with a giggle and as no stream of color or power or water shot out from the rounded tip to harm the wall of glass or her.

The Atlantian keye was dead or inactive. Or maybe, the Atlantis artifact didn’t have a purpose, only beauty. Or maybe, the keye had been the personal Atlantis artifact of Mrs. Weiss, where Cassium was supposed to keep and cherish the short memory of her weird neighbor.

She lowered a hand and gently snuggled the keye between the sea of gleaming pearls, spinning around with a smile to see the mirror, waving a hand at her reflective with silliness while the gleaming sparkle of her big diamond ring twinkled in the natural sunlight. Cassium continued to hold dear her secret and her fiancé from the evil world and her strict parents.

When Cassium returned back to Birmingham, Armus and she will plan a visit to see her parents while sharing the good news. She was engaged to be married at Christmastime. Yeah, her parents would be both shocked and surprised. But, Cassium was excited in love and happy in life and joyous in heart. She was almost thirty years old, without a family unit or a career path.

Hopefully, Armus was correct.

Armus and Cassium both had a new employment job at Birmingham University on Monday morning, after invading the academic office of Eugene for a second time, since the eighth day within the month of June. When Eugene discovered that Rodan had not showed up for her work job and then the entire genetics department was both dead and burnt on the roadside of Key West, Eugene would have no other choice but to employ both Cassium and Armus or steal some of the seasoned professors coming from Birmingham State University. With several employment vacant positions within the genetics department at Bam U, then Armus and Cassium could get a working job there instead.

Pause.

Cassium frowned in the mirror while listening to her mother on the mobile telephone. “What Burn U travesty? The country of China doesn’t receive a daily newspaper from the city of Birmingham within the US State of Alabama, Mama. Burn U is a big post graduate institution with over 3,000 professors and 50,000 kids. That’s so nice, Mama. I’m happy that you set up a new bedroom with a set of new green colored bed covers and a pair of red colored new curtains for me to visit and spend the weekend. I promise I’ll come up another weekend but not this weekend. O my gosh! I gotta go right now, Mama. I miss you and Daddy. Love to both you and Daddy. Bye!” She dropped the phone from a frown and swished the screen with a worried brow, disconnecting the telephone signal, exhaling with a puff of annoyance. She shook the curls without pondering about poor dead and then eaten up each body part of Bothea Rodan by the two tigers while moving ahead towards the bed mattress and stopped, leaning down, stretching out onto the cool bed linens with a stern face.

Her life was too secretive and too busy while escaping from Granth’s spy, who was trying to snatch away the next Atlantis artifacts.

Tonight, the last one will be delivered within one of the Chinese Gardens.

Cassium flipped over onto a back spine and opened the bathrobe, reaching down, gently rubbing her tummy. If she was really pregnant, then she did not feel pregnant. She might not know, since Cassium had never been pregnant before.

Her life was joyous with Armus and happy about the upcoming wedding. Her mind busied with thousands and thousands of tasks, once she and Armus returned back to the USA.

They needed a house first. Maybe, their new work jobs could afford them that old antebellum house, which was located at the end of Springs Avenue within her old Birmingham neighborhood. She grew up there while recalling a happy childhood, a social teen, and a studious college student with a set of good memories.

The house had been on the market for years due to the tanked US economy.

Their second purchase would be setting of furniture pieces, since Cassium owned nothing but a pair of torn and stained blue jeans, a pair of semi-wet cowgirl boots, and two clean torn cotton shirts. She had a set of girly clothes inside the wardrobe close at the house of her parents in Huntsville consisting of more blue jeans, shirts and one dress that had been used Easter Sunday, every year.

A teen didn’t need much within Bama.

Armus owned a king-sized bed mattress, a king-sized living room lounge chair with a built-in foot stool, and king-sized plasma television screen. The rest of his studio apartment was empty, including the refrigerator, but the bathroom was clean, a typical American bachelor.

Cassium immediately planned to pay the first invoice on the total outstanding debt of one hundred thousand in student loans, before the US Federal Government locked her up for non-compliance, holding her first born child ransom too.

However, her future husband and the father of her child Armus wouldn’t allow that to happen ever.

Finally, Cassium needed to plan the Christmastime wedding. She hadn’t pondered one second about her wedding gown, her flower bouquet, her theme color, her wedding cake, her music selection or her wedding shoes. But, she was not taking a wedding honeymoon away from Birmingham, Alabama. She had traveled enough within the last three weeks, since the ninth day of June to last a life time of both fun and dangerous adventures.

Cassium turned to see the time clock on top of the night stand, viewing a few minutes after six o’clock, swinging to face the wall of glass windows. The yellow sun had sunk down into the blue ocean making the skyline pretty in pink, blue, orange, and purple tints. Armus was not back from his shopping spree. She wasn’t worried. He was being cautious and careful, since one of Granth’s spies was stalking them and the Lantern Festival crowds on the streets, on the sidewalks, and inside each retail shop.

She hoped that Armus brought back the supper meal, rolling onto a side, closing the eyelashes for a long catnap.

 

 

10:01 p.m.

Penthouse suite setting of Cassium and Armus

 

 

Cassium exhaled with a puff of delight and wiped off the smelly buttermilk bath from a body, after eating a delicious supper of fish inside the penthouse suite without her boyfriend. Armus entered into the bedroom with a smile, standing and staring at her nakedness. She turned red blush with embarrassment, but she liked when his eyes scanned over her body, since he did not scan another girl ever. She danced with a smile towards his stillness.

He gently dropped down a set of paper shopping bags and leaned over, kissing her lips while caressing both of his warm hands over her cool body, pulling back with a puzzled brow, sniffing the inflamed nostrils. “You smell, not bad, not good, in-between…”

“I took a buttermilk bath with a bottle of lavender perfume.”

“Yellow buttermilk and lavender perfume, that sounds so strange.” He reached down and caressed both of her arms, then her buttocks, and finally her breasts. “You feel soft and silky.”

She leaned over and kissed his lips, pulling back with a wink. “I do it just for you, cowboy!” He released the pair of warm hands from her body, reaching down, lifting one of the paper shopping bags, pulling out a pair of foot ware. She accepted her new gift with a smile. “A pair of red tinted cowgirl boots for me, honey!”

“I’m sorry that the other good pair of your cowgirl boots got all soaked in beach sand and the sea water. I thought you deserved a present today.”

She frowned. “Armus, I love my new cowgirl boots, but you used some more of the sea pearls for payment.”

He grinned. “We have a duffle bag full. Okay, we have a half-full duffle bag. There’re plenty of sea pearls. Anyways, this is the final delivery point of the last artifact. I don’t think the sea pearls will be as valuable within the US as in here. I find it strange that I can pay with a handful of sea pearls for any valuable item, without swishing my overcharged credit card.”

She frowned. “What valuable item did you pay for with a handful of sea pearls?” He lifted up a second object coming up from a second paper shopping bag with a smile. She dropped open a mouth with a gasp and reached out, touching the soft silk with a smile. “That is a white silk short dress.”

“I was looking for a red colored dress to match your red colored cowboy boots. Apparently, the color of red translates into something that I would be killing another China man over. So, I got the dress in a more neutral color per the store clerk. Is it your size? I kinda guessed and measured against another woman inside the clothing store. It’ll look good against your dark hair even though your hair is looking more on the light brown side now days.”

She held the dress up against her nakedness while measuring the length with a giggle. “Too much sunlight, my hair lightens within the sunlight from our running over the sandy beaches in Australia and Peru. My new dress is the correct size too,” she looked up with a wink to him. “You’re good.”

He pulled out more objects from the other shopping bags with a smile. “I was great yesterday and will be greater tonight too. Let’s get dressed and finish this thing! We got the hotel room for one night, so we can see the full moon. It’s supposed to be pretty, like my girl,” he scooted around her and then disappeared into the bathroom with one of the shopping bags, closing the door shut.

She spun around with a grin and moved ahead with a smile towards the furniture chest on the side wall that contained a few of her personal possessions, getting dressed for the finale of the last artifact delivery. She stopped and reached down, pulled out a nicely washed throng and bra set, back stepping while dressing on one foot away from the chest of drawers and sat down on top of the messy bed mattress with a puzzled brow at the pair of cowgirl boots. “I need a pair of socks for my pair of cowgirl boots.” She reached down and searched the interior dark hole inside one of the new boots, fishing out a new pair of socks, turning with a smile to see the closed bathroom door. “My man thinks of everything. That’s why I love him so much.” She slid the socks over a pair of clean and naked toe bones and then the new pair of cowgirl boots in red tint, standing upright from the bed mattress, jerking the silk dress over a slender body. The silk dress hugged her set of little curves around the breasts and the hips. The length of the hemline barely touched the top of the kneecaps. She swirled in a circle for fun with a grin and stopped to stare at the open archway of the bathroom.

Armus emerged with a smile from the bathroom wearing a shiny pair of new black snake skinned cowboy boots, a new pair of blue jeans, a white dress shirt with a blood red sleeveless vest and a matching bowtie. He spun around in a circle with a laugh for fun too and stopped in front of her, opening both arms.

She pranced ahead and stopped inside his chest, kissing his chin, pulling back with a smile. “You are so handsome, my cowboy.”

“Thank you! I confess that I spent lots of the sea pearls for some truly needed new clothing items. I do believe one of the missed bullets coming from Granth’s lousy gunman got my back pocket. I was feeling a light breeze back there,” he chuckled.

She grinned. “I approve. We gotta go back home to the USA in first class style. Did you get me some new blue jeans too?”

He reached down and caressed her body and her silk dress, “Naw. I like you and your silky dress, this evening.”

She looked down to see his hands and her dress, returning back to see his smile, “Me, too.” He leaned down and kissed her lips.

 

 

10:39 p.m.

External exit stairwell setting

 

 

Armus and Cassium slowly moved out from the penthouse suite, turning to face the hallway, standing in front of the exit sign door that led down a set of exit stairs. She frowned at the exit door. “We’re taking the exit stairs down to the ground floor. What for?”

“Yeah!” He reached over and tossed open the door. She entered into the narrow hallway first, holding the red and yellow lantern which contained the last Atlantis artifact. He shouldered the duffle bag of sea pearls, the baby blue keye, two passports but not a set of old stained and torn clothes. They had them the stained clothing items for one of Chinese hotel worker, if the person wanted the items.

She slowly descended down each step with hard jolt and a sour frown. “We’re on the forty-third floor, Armus.”

“Yeah!” He moved beside her and held her hand, slowly descending down to the next step.

She turned with a frown to see a wall of glass, reaching out, touching the window. “The exit stairwell has a set of glass windows on the side of the building. What for?” They slowly descended down to the next step.

Armus turned with a smile to see the commotion below the ground through the wall of glass on the side of the building. “There’re lots of earthquakes here within the country of China. The outside windows can be smashed out for a quick ‘save the day fireman rescue.’”

She looked down with a smile at the commotion on the city street. “O my gosh! I can see the colorful lights of the city, the colorful lights of a parade. I can see a great big horizontal long gigantic yellow dragon. It glows with some type of yellow light…”

“There are non-flaming candles which are located inside the silky beast.”

“I hear and see streams of colorful firecrackers. Are these trumpets of music that I hear?”

He chuckled. “This is one of the reasons we are watching the parade above all the skulls and underneath a full moon. The Chinese culture invented the firecracker, but Almighty God invented my good hearing. I didn’t like a set of loud claps of fire and heat mixed together.” She continued to move beside Armus down to the next step while smiling down at the rolling Chinese parade on the forty first floor. Armus smiled down at the parade also. “The trumpet sounds are really a musical instrument called a suona which is kinda like a horn but shaped like a medieval king heralding trumpet. They play them all night long. I wished it was roll and rock music instead. I really miss the USA,” he exhaled with a huff of homesickness, descending down to the next step with Cassium as she continued to stare with a smile at the loud and pretty lighted rolling parade.

 

 

11:13 p.m.

Chinese Garden location

Walking trail setting

Scorching hot temperatures and full moon with bright stars

 

 

Armus and Cassium had exited the hotel and arrived at the Chinese Garden exhibition by moonlight and taxi cab.

She stood in front of the open entrance gates and turned with a smile to admire the beauty of the gardens underneath the artificial light fixtures. “I see groves of tall green pine trees, rows of beautiful ancient green weeping willow trees, scattered black bamboo temples with a yellow tinted tile rooftop, array of limestone gray rocks, a long red and white concrete wall, planted yellow tinted potted flowers, red, pink, and orange vine flowers inside the garden of China, a truly harmonious well-lighted perfect picture. Do not whip out your cell, boy!” She turned and performed an evil eye on Armus. He cuddles her with a chuckle. She looked up to see a hand carved wooden board that contained hand carved names exhaling with a puff of frustration. “The electricity invoice must be very expensive with zillions of bright artificial light bulbs burning the tree tops. I can’t believe there are some many Chinese Gardens within a 5,000 square feet area. Which one do we pick to place the…”

“Don’t know.”

She read out loud some of the names of the gardens on the posted sign, “Lingering Garden. Orchid Garden. Yuyuan Garden. Garden of Autumn Vapors. You’re good at picking the right spot. What does your gut take you tonight?”

“I like the name, Garden of Autumn Vapors. It sounds mystic and magical, since we tote around some magical pearls and magical artifacts too,” he shuffled her towards the walkway for the garden tour. She slowly stomped over the walkway in the new pair of red colored cowgirl boots with an echoing sound throughout the night air, since they were only two on the sideway. They slowly strolled along the gardens in the middle of the night in the warm weather of China to deliver the last Atlantian artifact, a fossilized flower.

He moved down the bricked foot path and leaned over with a smile into her cheekbone. “The China Gardens have existed for 3,000 years. There are palace gardens, temple gardens…”

She admired the beauty of nature with a smile. “How do you know all this historical stuff?” He halted with a laugh and reached down, whipped out the mobile telephone. She stopped with him and exhaled with a puff of annoyance.

Armus shuffled around and posed their bodies in front of a tall weeping willow trees and a patch of yellow potted flowers, holding the mobile telephone camera in front of their faces with a smile. “Smile!” She faked a smile and heard the tiny click of the camera snap. He stored the mobile telephone down in the pocket of his new red vest with a smile, cuddling her, moving forward towards the standing temple. “Let’s drop this sucker off! I wanna eat our rice balls inside a tiny red rosy flower courtyard which is up ahead at the temple. There is a two-seater long bench which is perfect for viewing the bright full moon and another perfect pic with my perfect girl,” laughing. They slowly strolled down the gray tinted brick footpath.

She looked back over a collar bone with a worried brow and then back to see his nose profile while darting a pair of eyelashes to the left and then to the right for any swift movement of spies and whispered. “I hear a set of footfalls.”

“Naw.”

She slowly strolled with Armus and closed the eyelashes, leaning into his chest, hearing the same sound and whispered into his nose profile. “Yes, I hear a set of footfalls. There is someone stalking us.”

“Naw, it is your vivid imagination, darling.”

She looked down with a worried brow to see the rows of colorful flowers, up to the tall groves of tree while hearing a set of footfalls which were coming up behind her back spine. “No, I hear something.”

He flipped up and down a hand into the air with a smirk. “Okay! We must have conjured up some ancient Chinese spirit, when we entered through the gate forgetting to bow or fart or something. Boo, spirit! Go away now! There! I shooed it away honey,” laughing.

“No.” She stopped and spun around with a worried brow narrowing the eyelashes into the darkness in front of a face. “I definitely hear a set of footfalls.”

He reached over with a chuckle and wrapped both arms around her body, spinning Cassium around to face the temple building with a smile. “We’re almost at the first black tinted bamboo wooden temple. Let’s drop the thing there and leave before the spirit steals my fancy red bowtie!” He chuckled. “I’ve never owned a bowtie before. It kinda tickles my chin whiskers. Actually, I’m never owned a necktie before. I always borrowed one from my dad during church service. Neck wear is important for a fancy social occasion. Do you think so, too, Cassium?” he turned with a smile to see her nose profile.

She halted with a worried brow and spun around from the temple, parking both hands on the hips, scanning the darkness. “Be serious here, Armus! I definitely hear another set of footfalls which is coming up behind us. I think that we should circle the pavement for the next Chinese temple. This one is extremely bright. The rows of light bulbs are burning my retinas with too much heat and power.”

He leaned over with a smile and spun her around to see the temple, “Naw! This one will do nicely for our last task.” He swiftly advanced with Cassium towards the front step of the temple, where a flora garden of pink, red, orange, and yellow flowers surrounded each side of the squat one story building. He stopped and squatted down, sitting the red and yellow paper lantern on top of the gray concrete, gently lifting up the freeze dried blue orchid from the center opening and placed it inside the dirt of the flower garden. She squatted down and sprinkled an array of colored sea pearls around the base of the orchid. He whispered with a grin and grabbed the lantern with the rice balls. “Yeah, it disappeared from my eyesight.” She could still see the blue tinted orchid, not informing Armus about her weird mutation or blessed gift. He assisted Cassium to stand upright while holding the lantern leaning over, kissing her cheekbone and pulled back with a smile.

Her eardrums heard a set of footfalls in the close distance and as she spun around to see the far away hidden entrance gate of the garden, narrowing the eyelashes with a gasp at the sight of a solo figure. Armus spun around with a smile and leaned down, hugging Cassium.

The solo figure was advancing towards them. Cassium struggled to escape his captured hug, flinging both arms into the air without success, turning with a worried brow to see his smirk. “I see the stalker. You see the stalker, too. The stalker is coming for us. I told you the temple lightning was too bright. The stalker has IDed us too quickly, this round. Let me go! We need to run away and catch the next airplane right now,” she reached out and slapped at his arms with both her hands and a lady growl.

He cuddled her closer and watched with a smirk the solo figure, “Naw.”

She wiggled side to side inside his manly hold while whining with fear. “Armus, we must leave right now! I see the stalker in front of us. He is coming out from the dark shadows of the overstory trees. Armus, let me go right now!” He continued to hug her with a chuckle. She continued to wiggle with a sissy whine. “What? Why? What is this?”

Armus watched the solo figure come closer towards them. “I know the stalker, because I personally invited the person here to be with us tonight.” Cassium froze in fear and then struggled by slapping both his arms inside the cuddle. He leaned down with a whisper into her eardrum. “Stay calm! This will take about two minutes or less. I promise. No harm! But, if you struggle thou, I might have to hold and squeeze you tighter. I really don’t wanna harm you, sugar,” he continued to stare and smirk at the solo figure.

Cassium kicked one boot toe at a time at his leg with a hiss. If she had used both feet, then she would have fallen deeper into his chest. She wanted to scream out loud for help but feared that the stalker would shoot her body before she could pull out her handy girly pen knife to harm and cut on nasty Armus.

Armus cuddled her tighter with a chuckle while staring at the solo stalker. “Calm down, darling! This is not going to hurt. I told you that before you started wiggling side to side.” A petite female emerged out from the darkness.

Cassium stopped the wiggle with a gasp and a confused brow. “She’s the stalker that has come to kill us.”

“She’s the priestess that has come to marry us. This is our marriage ceremony, the future Dr. Cassium Deme.”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of annoyance and fell down into his chest, sobbing with tears of relief. “I was so scared and frighten, Armus.”

He released her and pulled out a tiny bridal bouquet of red rosebuds out from the lantern, handing the item to Cassium with a smile, gently placing the lantern on top of sidewalk. She accepted the bouquet with a sour frown and reached down, touching the fresh flowers with a smile. He pinned a white rosebud onto the sleeveless vest, turning with a smile to her frown. “Why are you frowning on our happiest day, precious?” He leaned down and kissed her cheekbone, wiping away her tears of both fright and happiness with both hands, whispering with a smile into her face. “I’ve been dragging your pretty sometimes naked ass all over Africa, South America, Australia, Europe, and Asia. We’re done with our task. Now, we’re getting hitched, before the baby arrives, so we can start our family immediately with both happiness and love.”

Cassium turned with a sour frown of confusion and annoyance to see the priestess. The woman stood in a petite statue with a head of long black hair which contained silver strands at the temples, wearing a long black colored gown, holding a book and a smile at the young bride. Cassium exhaled with a puff of relief.

Armus posed Cassium to face his bowtie and his smile, reaching down, holding both of her hands with a chuckle of happiness. He turned with a nod to see the priestess and then returned back to see Cassium. “I am marrying for both the harmony and the happiness that you bring into my world, Cassium. I want us to be together and forever. I love you good. I will take care of you and our little mini-gene-mutation forever.”

She returned back with a giggle and a smile to see Armus. “I love, my big-gene-mutation too plus our own little mini-gene-mutation, when the time comes. I love you, greater, Armus Harmon Deme, PhD.”

The Chinese priestess grinned to Cassium and Armus. “You and you are married by the ancient gods. Congratulations, young couple!” She bowed a chin and back stepped away from the young couple, swinging away from the temple, silently moving back into the darkness of the night.

He leaned down kissed Cassium, pulling back with a smile. “You can become Mrs. Armus Harmon Deme, PhD. Or I could be Mr. Cassium Piston, PhD. I can live with it, either way.”

She looked up with a grin to see moonlight then down to the see row of colorful flowers, and up to see him with a smile. “I’m a tradition girl. I’m Dr. Cassium Deme.”

He leaned down and kissed her, pulling back with a chuckle, swinging them to face the temple. “I like that we’re married now. The little courtyard is passed this big ugly black temple around the corner on the left. I was here this afternoon arranging our surprise wedding ceremony. That particular priestess was so nice and helpful. She showed me around the entire array of the gardens and suggested this temple with the best lightning.” She cuddled into the chest of my new husband on their first captured moment of a newly married life. They moved ahead and stopped in front of the black colored temple. He posed them in front of the temple and the flower garden, whipping out the mobile telephone, curving an arm around her body and snapped a series of digital photographs in a row with a chuckle. “My mama will be pissed that she missed our wedding ceremony. But, she’ll been happy with all of these colorful pics. I’ll download and then send them to her computer for an explosion of sixteen by twenty sized pictures.”

She gasped. “Your mother will print out a set of sixteen by twenty sized photographs of you and me on our wedding night.”

He shoved the mobile telephone back in the vest pocket with a smile. “Just wait! When little Alele comes along, the pics will be much, much bigger. This will be my mama’s first grandchild. I’m an only child.”

“Me, too!”

He leaned down and kissed her lips and as a pair of eyeballs darted to the side object. He pulled back with a frown at the object. “I gotta piss, before we break into the rice dumpling balls. I understand each ball carries a surprise filling of sugar, rose petals, sesame seeds or green pookie paste for some silly fun.”

She exhaled with a puff of adventure on her newly wedding night with a laugh and a smile. “I could use the little powder room break too. I almost wet my girly panties from your wonderful but shocking surprise of a quicksilver wedding ceremony, without your hand gun in my bangs.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, pulling back with a wink. “I like to surprise ya’ll, babe. But you ain’t allowed to do the same to me ever.” They spun around and moved ahead towards a new building that displayed a sign: Public Restroom.

She formed a wicked smirk with her evil thought, “Really? You don’t like a sudden surprise.”

“Really! I do not like a sudden surprise,” he stopped in front of the bathroom building and leaned over, kissing her lips, pulling back with a smile and lifting up the paper lantern near the cheekbone. “This holds our two rice balls and a mini-bottle of champagne for the new Mrs. and Mr. Armus Deme. We celebrate the rest of the night both our new freedom and new start of life, before we leave for the plane, on the plane ride, and after we arrive within the USA. I love you, Cassium,” he leaned down and kissed her, pulling back with a smile, releasing her and dashed ahead into the men’s bathroom with a chuckle.

“I love you, Armus,” she turned with a smile and a shout out loud, slowly strolling towards the women’s bathroom with a soft giggle of love.

 

 

11:43 p.m.

Men’s Bathroom setting

 

 

Armus entered into the building and moved ahead towards one of the stall, slamming the door shut. He unzipped the blue jeans and held out the penis over the toilet bowl, pissing down into the clean water, sniffing the musty smell within the air waves. He exhaled with a huff of annoyance and yelled out loud with a sour frown towards the next bathroom stall. “Hey, buddy over there in the next bathroom stall! Piss into the clean toilet water, not on the damn clean wall. Don’t be a rude jackass here,” chuckling.

The next door bathroom stall opened with a squeak and closed with a slam. A set of footfalls coming from the bathroom stranger moved ahead and stopped, standing in front of the washing sink, where the water was running down into the water drain. Armus flicked the penis of the urine and then zipped up the blue jeans with a sour frown. The set of footfalls from the bathroom strange left the bathroom. Armus moved out of the bathroom stall towards the wash sink, cleaning the hands while scanning the bathroom counter for the red and yellow lantern. The bathroom jackass had stolen the lantern with the two rice balls and champagne bottle. He back stepped from the wash sink while flinging both wet hands in the air, drying the limbs like a country redneck, yelling at the closed door of the men’s bathroom, “Hey, jackass! Come back here! You stole…”

“…all the Atlantian artifacts, Dr. Deme,” Horton appeared in front of the closed door of the bathroom with a sneer and swiftly advanced toward Deme, rearing back, slamming a gloved fist into the gut of Armus as he was a shorter male when compared to a taller Deme. Deme sounded with a grunt and then doubled over in pain, bowing down at a fit waistline. Horton reared back and punched a gloved fist into the face of Armus. Deme sounded with a soft moan and dropped down, falling on top of the clean floor into darkness.

 

 

Monday June 29th (USA)

 

 

8:07 a.m.

City of Birmingham with the US State of Alabama

(7,601 miles southeast from China)

Meath Hotel location

2nd level floor

Ballroom setting of Granth Meath

Warm temperatures with light rain

 

 

Cassium exhaled with a puff of pain and opened the eyelashes to see a white ceiling while sniffing the smell of a stinky animal, wiggling upright from the wooden floor at waistline as Armus grunted behind the back spine of Cassium.

They were resting together on top of a hospital medical bed in front of the three iron bar cages inside the ballroom dance floor of the Meath Hotel within downtown Birmingham in the US State of Alabama. She slid down from the bed of clean linens and spun around from the bed frame with a gasp at Armus. He was unconscious with a blacken eye socket. She reached down and shook his sleepy body side to side with panic. He slowly stirred and opened one eyelid at a time with a goofy grin at Cassium. She shook his arm and his chest leaning down with a worried brow and a whisper into his face. “Get up, Armus! Wake up, Armus! I can’t drag your unconscious body out of here. You’ll too big for me to carry. We’re back in the ballroom inside the Meath Hotel here in Alabama. Granth has both drugged and kidnapped us from the Chinese Gardens within Shanghai and brought us back here to the States. We gotta go, darling!” She wore her dirty white wedding dress and her pair of new red leather cowgirl boots.

Armus was dressed in his new pair of blue jeans, his red jacket vest with a dirty red blood stained white shirt, and his red bowtie coming from their impromptu wedding ceremony within the foreign country of China.

She back stepped from the table and jerked on his arm with a meek tone. “Armus, get up now! Leave now! Escape now! Please wake up, darling!” She continued to jerk on his arm and turned to scan the ballroom. The ballroom was empty and did not contain a smelly wild animal or short Granth or short Horton.

Armus reached up with a soft moan and touched a bruised eye socket and then the vest, missing the hand gun with a worried whisper, “Not good!” He struggled to stand upright from the hospital bed as Cassium assisted him off the bed linens and into her arms. He was slightly dizzy with a painful throbbing sensation around the eye socket and the nose bridge coming from short Horton, saying with a soft growl. “I owe that short little snot-nosed runt an early Christmas present.”

“Forget it! Be a bad Santa Clause, this year!” She continued to tug on his arm with a worried brow and back stepped with him towards the closed entrance doors as he leaned into her collar bone for strength from the swollen injuries and dizziness. They slowly moved away from the hospital bed towards the other side of the room. Then Armus stumbled down and fell onto the floor, landing on both kneecaps with a loud grunt.

“O my gosh!” Cassium released his arm and squatted down onto the floor, reaching out, roaming a pair of hands over his body for the new wound and then screamed out. Amus had been chained to the hospital bed leg with a set of round rusty iron rings. She cupped his injured face with sobs of whispers. “You…you have a single rusty set of chains around your boot and ankle bone, Armus.”

He back scooted and sat down on the floor, bending the kneecaps, using both hands to jerk on the rusty chain with a shout out loud. “Shit! The chain doesn’t budge.” He turned with a stern face to see her and flung both hands into the air at the closed entrance door. “Go, Cassium! Get out, darling! Leave me now! Granth’s not here yet. Get, girl! Please go! I love you. Please go. I can’t defend you…”

“No!” She scooted into his chest and leaned over, hugging his body while sobbing with tears of fear for the finale of their life together.

Armus exhaled with a huff of fear and reached down, slapping the chains on the floor, hugging her body a worried brow. “I saw and met Horton inside the men’s bathroom at the Chinese Gardens in Shanghai. He mentioned that I possessed all the Atlantian artifacts. Go, girl! Get outta here, Cassium! I want you to leave and be safe. I can take care of myself. Granth thinks I have hidden them, because he couldn’t see them around the magical Atlantian pearls either like me…”

“No.” She hugged him tighter and looked up with tears and sobs into his worried brow. “I am not leaving you ever. I will fight and die for you. We married until the end of both of us.”

He reached down and caressed her arms exhaling with a huff of worry. “I don’t have my gun.”

She reached up and caressed his bruised face with a smile through the tears. “I got my brains. I won’t let Granth harm you.”

The ballroom double doors slid open.

Granth entered the ballroom with a stern face and moved ahead toward both Cassium and Armus, who continued sat on top of the floor. He was a short and skinny male with a head of blonde-grayish hair, a tone of bronze tinted skin, and seventy something years old, wearing a blue tinted sports jacket without a necktie, a white tinted long-sleeved dress shirt, and a pair of tan colored trousers with a pair of tan colored cowboy boots. He was the owner and the operator of the Meath Hotel, a historical structure in the heart of Birmingham, Alabama.

Granth did not own a house, just a hotel. He did not live in a house, just a hotel. The hotel was thirteen stories tall with a locked-up ghost on the penthouse suite and a ground floor lobby of 7,000 square feet which was empty of both guests and employees.

There was a kitchen and a restaurant which was used to employ a part-time chef for both cooking and preparing meals only breakfast and supper. Lunch was not needed for Granth.

The second floor stretched out to 28,000 square feet of dancing ballroom space, without dancers and employees, but served as Granth’s office space for all his business matters.

One of many empty hotel rooms without a single paying guest housed a twin bed and three pieces of furniture, serving as his private sleeping chamber.

Granth was a billionaire with nothing more to do but entertain his fancy. He stopped and stood in front of the modified hospital bed and staring down with a smirk at the young couple. “Where are the artifacts, Dr. Deme?”

Cassium spun around from Armus with a lady sneer through the tears and shook the curls, protecting her husband with her life. “You do not get them ever, sir!”

Horton entered the ballroom with a sneer and slammed the door shut in silence. He was the personal security assistant for Granth Meath and possessed a short and bulky body frame with a pair of green eyeballs, a tone of dark tinted skin, and a bald skull, wearing a set of black tinted surgical scrubs without the skull cap, the plastic face mask, and the pair of latex gloves.

Horton swiftly moved ahead toward Cassium and Armus, pulling out from the pocket of the surgical pants, aiming the hand gun at the nose bridge of Cassium as the cold barrel tip of the gun moved up and then swung toward the wall of the art collection pieces instead.

In front of Armus and the medical bed, Cassium stood upright from the floor in silence with a nod. She did not want Armus to be harmed or killed. Her body part was not chained to the metal leg of the hospital bed and swiftly moved away from Armus passing the nose profile of Horton towards the side wall of an art collection wall, stopping and faced the pretty set of pottery on the wall.

Horton spun around and followed behind Cassium, stopping and chaining both her hands inside a new set of shiny metal circular rings that was built into the book shelf of the side wall. He released the rings with a growl and slowly back stepped away from Cassium while aiming the cold barrel at her face with a sneer. Then he stopped beside Grant and spun around to see Armus with a sneer.

Cassium swung around and leaned against the book shelf, watching and hearing both Armus and Granth converse.

Armus slowly stood upright with a grin and pointed down at the object on the ring finger of Granth with a chuckle. “What’s that, Granth?”

Granth slowly moved ahead towards Armus and twirled the ring around the finger with a smile and a nod. “An imperial Wari-queen earring ornament coming from the queen’s tomb in the city of Lima within the country of South America. I like the unique design, a winged supernatural beast of death from the year 800 AD.”

Armus laughed out loud with a nod. “It’s a 1,200-year-old ring. Dudes don’t wear r…” Granth advanced ahead with a sneer and reared back an arm, slamming a naked fist into the laughing face of Armus using the heavy thick gold of the earring as the weapon. Armus mouth spat out the blood and scooted backwards from Granth, touching a bloody face. Horton replaced the gun and moved forward with a sneer, stopping a few inches from Armus, rearing back, slamming an English bobbie club into the bicep of Armus. Deme dropped down onto the floor and slid backwards on the kneecaps, hiding an injured body underneath the medical hospital bed for protection from both Horton and the weapon.

“Stop!” Granth looked down with a smirk at Armus, who hid underneath the bed like a child. “Please, Dr. Deme, tell me the secret.”

Cassium looked with a worried brow at the back spine of Horton and Granth as Armus continued to hide underneath hospital bed. She yelled out loud with a lady growl. “Do not tell him!”

Armus sniffed the air waves and pointed with a grin at Granth. “Your urine stinks and you sweat. Both your urine and sweat smells musty.”

Granth tilted a chin with a puzzled brow at Armus. “Where are the Atlantian artifacts, Dr. Deme?”

Armus smiled. “You have phenylketonuria, a mutant gene.”

Cassium parted the lips at Armus, who hid underneath the bed. “Granth has an autosomal recessive genetic disorder.”

Armus shook a skull with a chuckle and a grin. “Bad sucky luck, man! Two mutant alleles produce the genetic disease. You should be dead, dude. Why ain’t you inside a six foot covered dirt grave as you look about hundred years old or more, Granth?”

Cassium examined the rear body of Granth with a confused brow. “The child must inherit both mutated alleles, one from each biological parent.”

Granth smiled with a nod at Armus. “Actually, I am a fit at seventy-five years old.”

Armus chuckled. “You are missing the amino acid tyrosine making you a mean tyran-o-sore-at-us, always.”

Granth nodded with a smile. “A strict diet which is heavily supplemented with formulated amino acid fitness drinks, of course, keeps me both fit and happy. Where are all of the Atlantian artifacts, Dr. Deme?”

Armus frowned. “Or is it an alternative diet of fresh Atlantis spinal cord meats, of course, too?”

Cassium frowned at Armus. “How did you know of all that clinical information, without performing a clinical test or reviewing the personal medical chart of Granth?”

Armus slid forward on both kneecaps out from underneath the bed with a grin and a chuckle at Granth. “Inside the Men’s Bathroom stall at Burn U, Granth pissed into the toilet water right next to me. I sniffed a musty odor thinking it was coming from the moldy walls. However, every single USA university bathroom facilities are some of the cleanest restrooms in the entire world. I thought the jackass pissing next to me had missed the pine-fragrance sensed toilet water. Then, inside the Men’s Bathroom in the Chinese Gardens of Shanghia, I was minding my own business, when the jackass in the next stall pissed on the wall again. I sniffed another musty odor. The Chinese Garden bathroom facilities were both tidy and clean from the morning and afternoon rush of visitors. When Granth slapped me at few seconds ago, I smelled that fine particular musty odor for a third time. Third time’s the charm, as they say,” chuckling.

Cassium looked down with a puzzled brow to see the floor and up to see the back spine and rear skull of Granth. “Wait a minute! The child must inherit both mutated alleles, one from each parent.” She gasped and rattled the rings with both wrist bones while wiggling a finger at the back spine of Granth. “He is adopted. Your mom didn’t deliver a gene mutated babe. She wasn’t your biological mama…”

Granth smirked with a nod at Armus. “You are too swiftly smart, Dr. Piston. I see why Dr. Deme has an interest in your intellect.”

She looked down with a stern face at the floor, remembering all of her academic classes. “An autosomal recessive gene of PKU can only be detected within the human urine or human body sweat.”

Armus chuckled. “You know that a negative plus a negative makes a positive within the field of mathematics. So, I do believe that it applies here in the field of genetics, too. I learned something new, today, teacher.” Horton reared back and slammed the club down into the bicep of Armus in a surprise move.

Granth yelled out loud with a sneer to Deme. “Where are all of the Atlantis artifacts, Dr. Deme?” Armus swiftly slid with a worried brow further underneath the medical bed for both fear and protection holding the aching arm while slowly wiggling it for a broken bone or two.

Cassium looked up with a smile to see the back spine of Granth. “PKU leads to intellectual disability, seizures, and other medical problems, unless the medical patient eats a restricted diet, supplemented by amino acids and other nutrients. And the patient is diagnosed via a newborn screening through urine testing.”

Granth squatted down on the floor with smile at Armus, who hid underneath the medical bed. “I lead a normal life with normal mental development.”

Horton shoved the wheeled hospital bed over to the side and exposed Armus again, rearing back, slamming the short club down into the upright forehead of Armus.

Armus sounded with a loud grunt and lost his balance, dropping down, landing on top of the floor and bust the nostrils, pouring his blood proteins over the wooden flooring. He coughed out the blood and exhaled with a huff of pain, inhaling and sniffing up a set of the strong odors coming up from old wood planks which had been abused by years of both human and animal blood stains. “O rats!”

Cassium smiled at the back spine of Granth. “In a PKU patient, the neurocognitive, psychosocial, quality of life, growth, nutrition, and bone pathology are slightly suboptimal, if their daily nutrition diet is not supplemented with amino acids.”

Granth frowned at Armus. “Where are all of the Atlantis artifacts, Dr. Deme?” Horton shifted around the table and reared back, slamming the short club down into the back spine of Armus as Deme hit a forehead down onto the blood stained wooden floor again with a loud moan of pain.

Cassium nodded with a smile. “Granth is missing the amino acid tyrosine which cannot be metabolized by his body or taking in by mouth either,” she shook the curls and rattled the rings. “I do not understand. Granth should be abnormal possessing an extreme high level of dangerous toxins in both his blood cells and his brain tissue. When the patient is left untreated, the complications of PKU include severe intellectual disabilities, brain function abnormalities, irregular motor functions, and strange odd behavioral routines.”

Armus scooted underneath the medical table for protection and sat upright on the kneecaps, reaching up, ripping off the bowtie, wiping the blood from an injured face with a soft chuckle. “That pretty much summarized it all, darling.” Horton reached out and shoved the hospital table to the side with a sneer and exposed Armus again, lifting up the short club over a buzz cut, standing over the hair roots of Armus. Armus lifted up the uninjured arm for protection with a gasp of worry.

The ballroom double doors parted open.

Horton swung around with a sneer to see the noise and dropped open a mouth while holding the club over the buzz cut, standing next to Armus. He lowered the club down to the leg and closed the mouth standing beside Armus.

Granth stood upright from the floor and spun around, moving ahead, stopping in the middle of the empty ballroom with a smile of happiness.

A line of tall and well-muscled people with a head of blonde colored hair and a tint of dark colored skin entered into the ballroom and slowly moved ahead one by one, two by two, and three by three towards Granth. Then, each one stopped and formed a loose semi-circle around Granth Meath and then kneeled down on the floor, bowing a chin and a face down at the body of Granth. Each one lifted up and extended, presenting a deposited Atlantis artifact that came from Cassium to Meath.

Granth extended both arms in happy friendship with a smile and a nod, staring at each guest. “Awe! My invited guests have arrived in full colorful native costume too. I really like the Sussex armor with your big brass shield and your tiny iron dagger, the best. Thank you all for accepting my generous personal invitation and coming for my little party!” Each one of the Atlantians remained in a kneeling pose, lifting up a stern face to see Granth in silence.

The Sussex solider within the Atlantian semi-circle nodded with a smile to Granth. “Good afternoon, Mr. Meath! We are the remaining Atlantians, who live here on planet Earth which is our home as well and we have all come here as you have both requested and invited.”

Cassium shook the curls and rattled the chain rings, flinging a body side to side in front of the wall of art with a lady sneer at the back spine of the Sussex solider. “You were requested and invited to come and see Granth. I don’t understand,” she looked with a puzzled brow to see Armus.

Armus exhaled with a huff of pain and a nose of blood running down a face, turning with a pained frown to see Cassium and then returned back to stare at the circle of Atlantians in silence. He continued to mop up the blood from a face with the removed jacket vest.

The Sussex solider raised his iron dagger which was still covered in human blood up towards the face of Granth with a smile and a nod. “This is my weapon. I, of course, was the triumphant one. The blood is not mine. I found the item embedded down into the dirt soil at the medieval theme park in the city of Sussex within the country of England. Since, only another Atlantian could see or claim the object,” he turned with a smile to see Cassium. “That was a very clever thing, Cassium.” He returned back with a grin to see Granth.

Granth frowned at Cassium. “She is not an Atlantian. I tested her DNA genes within her sixty alleles. She possesses the Noah gene only. She is one of many females who are directly descended from her earth-father Noah and one of his family members coming from the Bible Ark which was centuries and centuries ago.”

Cassium stomped a boot toe and swayed side to side in silence at the statement. Horton lifted the short club and aimed it at the skull bone of Armus near the skull bone. She back stepped into the wall, hiding a face inside her armpits, not wanting Armus hurt from her defiance. Armus slowly crawled back over the floor and hid underneath the hospital bed for protection from Horton again.

The Viking king extended his artifact with a smile to Granth. “Each item represents a gift from one Atlantian to another. After we were forced to abandon our home world of Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean basin, each surviving whale pod found a new home somewhere along a semi-cooling landmass. After exiting, the remaining children of Atlantis intermixed with some of the descendents of Noah.”

Granth clapped out loud with a smile and a laugh. “I knew it. I am correct. I am a true descendent of Adam, not Noah. And I come directly from the Atlantian lineage, some 5,000 years ago. My great-great-great-great-great grandmother was a passenger in a…whale pod, too. I look like you.”

Armus pointed with a chuckle to the Viking king. “You do not, Granth. You’re short. He’s tall. You’re skinny. He’s muscular. And you’re bald with no hair. He’s wears a long ponytail. Cool look, dude!” The Viking king still kneeled and extended his artifact to Granth, turning with a smile and a chin bow to Armus and returned back to see Granth.

The Wari-queen in a green tortoise shell warrior fighting gear extended her artifact with a smile to Granth. “Before the great Flood, all the mammals started dying off. The Maker is truly generous. Pods of blue whales beached upon the opposite continent inside the three sea harbors looking and smelling atrociously ugly. Our wise Atlantis leader consulted with the Atlantian natives and decided to send only the adults, who were 500 years and younger, which included all the teenagers, the children, and the infants to the protruding mainland. The whale guts were emptied. Then, the skin oiled and water sealed as a fleet of ships sailed which were disguised as a set of upside down dead blue whales. Each whale pod rolled back and forth with the only other vessel Noah’s ship around and around the rising waters. However, not all the whale pods survived with their precious Atlantians and the Atlantians that did survive were subjected to parasites, infections, and contamination bacterium of the descendents of Noah. To make a very, very, long, long story short, here we stand or kneel today our remaining Atlantis kinship. We are here to do your honor, Granth Meath.”

The Viking king still kneeled and extended his gift with a smile to Granth. “We stand or kneel today to provide Granth with a special present. After all, it is his birthday today on twenty-ninth of June.”

Cassium stomped a cowgirl boot again and rattled the chain rings again while shouting with a lady sneer. “Wait a dang minute here! Armus and I have been running around the globe, dropping off each Atlantian artifact, trying to warn you about Granth. He wants to slice your body open like a gutted fish. Excuse the pun! Then, Granth wants your fresh spine cord meat, literally. He slices off a piece of your spine cord and then slaps it down into his own spine cord. He has a genetic mutation PKU which is not curable. He should be dead. But he ain’t, since he’s a gene-mutation leech. You cannot give into him. Yeah, honestly, ya’ll look pretty dang good for a bunch of 4,000-year-old kids coming from the sunken island of Atlantis. He can track you down and then stomp your foot and take your spinal cord. But, you must at least fight him with your weapon for your victory and not give him your weapon for his victory. Armus, do something? Defense the children, honey!”

“Yes, dear!” Armus folded over at the waistline with a grunt of terrible pain, where the short club had bruised his body.

The Australia hunter stood upright from the kneeling pose, turning to side, tossing his boomerang weapon at Cassium as the weapon neatly sliced into the new chains, cutting the metal cleanly in half which freed both of her arms and then it neatly returned back to his open palm. She slammed into the wall and watched the upcoming action. The set of new chains dropped down and landed on top of the ballroom floor with a set of two loud thuds. She looked up a smile and a nod to see the Australia hunter. “Wow! Thanks!” He nodded to her and then kneeled down, turning with a smile to see Granth again.

The Chinese priestess held out her blue lotus flower in a hand and slowly opened both arms, standing upright from the kneeling, slowly moving ahead towards Granth.

Granth stood a little taller and smiled a little brightly, feeling a throbbing pain going up and down the spinal cord. He really appreciated the sacrifice of the selected Atlantian as he needed another implant of fresh Atlantian spinal cord meat without withering and dying in a bloody heap of flesh on top of the blood stained ballroom dance floor within the hotel.

The Chinese priestess still held her blue orchid and slowly moved ahead towards Granth while singing in a fluttering soprano. “Happy birthday to you…”

Cassium moved ahead towards Granth and sounded with a lady growl to perform some major damage to the short body of Granth. Horton dashed ahead and stopped, blocking the foot pathway of Cassium, lifting the short club as Horton continued to guard Cassium and Armus. She halted in place with a puff of worry while yelling out loud to her husband. “Armus, do something now. Help the Chinese priestess! Stop, Granth!”

The Chinese priestess continued to slowly move ahead with a smile and a song towards Granth while offering the blue orchid. “Happy birthday to you…”

Armus scooted away from the medical bed and then dropped down, falling over a bruised body with a sissy whine. “Okay, dear!”

The Chinese priestess continued to slowly move ahead with a smile and a sing towards Granth. “Happy birthday, dear Granth…”

Granth lifted up both arms towards the ceiling and yelled out loud with a smile and a nod at the priestess. “I feel so good. And she has not even touched me with her gift yet.”

Cassium rocked side to side with worry and annoyance, moving away from Horton and the club, waving both arms with a shout out for all eardrums. “No, please! Don’t sacrifice your person for him! He’s not worth a dang one-fourth copper USA penny. Please don’t! He’s a really nasty person.”

The Sussex solider continued to kneel and extend his artifact with a smile to Granth. “Our gift does not require a touch.”

Cassium dropped the arms and shook the curls with a nod, “Yeah. Alright. Okay. You got some supernatural magical powers here, there, and everywhere. But, please don’t share it with Granth! He’s a really mean person.”

Each Atlantian continued to kneel and extend an artifact to Granth like an Atlantian prince as Granth continued to stand in the middle of a circle of Atlantians with both arms lifted up towards the ceiling with a smile and a nod at the Chinese priestess. “I feel strong, warm. I feel hot, heated.” He dropped both arms and jerked off the suit jacket, tossing it on the floor with a puzzled brow at the Chinese priestess. “I feel very heated. I have a fever of power.”

The Viking king smiled at Granth. “This is part of your gift.”

Cassium jabbed a finger with angry at Granth without moving from the wall of art for fear that Horton might harm Armus again with the short club, shouting out loud to each Atlantian. “Granth, he kidnapped me. He murdered two buses of innocent university staff members, who were coming home from Key West. He kidnapped and imprisoned Mrs. Weiss and then she died without any medical help right here on top of this ballroom floor too. And before that he murdered Bothea Rodan…”

The Chinese priestess stopped the sing and lowered down her blue orchid swinging with a stern face to see Cassium, saying with a meek tone. “Granth Meath has murdered Bothea Rodan.”

Granth exhaled with a huff of excitement and untied the necktie while feeling heated sweat over his body, saying with a smile and a nod. “She was an Atlantian too. I discovered her rare gene lineage when she brilliantly created the allele program that helped me identify the existence of the Atlantian lineage. I found three more Atlantians, who were living around the southern US States too which helped expand my life force as a true Atlantis man.”

The Australia hunter continued to kneel and to extend his artifact with a smile to Granth. “Bothea Rodan was born among the latest generation of Atlantians here in the USA.”

Granth sat down onto the floor and flipped off the shoes and then the socks from a pair of naked feet, saying with a smile and a nod to each Atlantian, “Was she really the last generation of Atlantis? She was forty-one years old at the time of her death with my purpose fulfilled. Now, I will live a 1,000 years of age. I will rule…”

The Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend her artifact with a smirk to Grant. “Before the Flood, the Atlantis kinship lived their solo life until 1,000 years of age and then died like all living organisms. We are not immortal gods, goddesses, wizards, magicians, vampires, or ghosts. We are humans too. We are direct descendents coming from our mother and father, who is the first pair of humans, Adam and Eve. In the Bible, the text states that Noah lived to be 950 years old. His son Shem lived to be 600 years old. His grandfather lived for 1,000 years. After the Flood, there were only three family units, who produced children, grandchildren, great grandchildren coming from the original Y-chromosome of Noah. As the children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren intermixed, the pure gene pool of Noah became contaminated with mutations of his genes coming from the nature selection order, as they say. The alleles mutated creating people with a tone of pink skin and a head of red hair or a tone of red skin and a head of black hair or a tone of black skin and a head of black hair or a head of blonde hair and a tone of bronze skin. The latter gene mutation is our contribution into the human race, which is our race too, which is a simple example of a single allele mutation.”

The Viking king continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “When the children of Atlantis sailed away inside each whale pod, they eventually married and mated, thus creating a set of new mutations within their own pure Atlantis gene pool. Of course, we noted the change, immediately.”

“What change did you notice immediately?” Granth mopped up a sweaty face with the necktie with a sour frown at the Viking king.

The Sussex solider continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “The deaths. At first, we were puzzled. After the first generation of Atlantians died, who had lived within a new land, we completely understood.”

“What understanding did you completely learn?” Granth frowned at the Sussex solider.

The Australia hunter continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “The new first generation of pure Atlantians was predicted to live to be 1,000 years old and did so like Noah. Noah and his grandfather lived to be almost 1,000 years old. The second generation of Atlantians lived around 750 years, no more. This was a twenty-five percent reduction factor within the Atlantis life expectancy rate coming from an allele gene mutation. The third generation of Atlantians died at the age of 500 years old, no more.”

Cassium looked down with a confused brow to see the floor, calculating within her mind and then looked up with a more confused frown to see the Atlantians within the circle and Granth in the middle of the dance room, who was still mopping a sweaty face with the necktie. She said with a puzzled frown at the back spine of each Atlantian. “A fifty percent life expectancy rate came from the original Atlantian gene pool of 1,000 years of age, after 5,000 years ago. We are all educated here in both the field of mathematics and science. How much has the present day mortality deviation increased from the original 1,000-year-old life span which would have been right after the Bible Flood, when the Atlantians had intermixed with Noah’s descendents?”

“The mortality deviation is 99.25 percent,” the Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend her artifact to Grant with a smile.

Armus looked up with a laugh to see Cassium. “O big rats! That sucks for a once upon a time almost semi-immortal supernatural entity, who’s cool biological daddy is really Adam.” Horton turned with a sneer to see Deme without moving ahead but lifted the club over a buzz cut. Armus gasped in worry and dropped down onto the floor, covering a skull for protection.

Cassium looked down with a puzzled frown to see floor. “Based on some rough math calculations, being held by an okra…”

Armus stood upright on both kneecaps in pain with a sissy giggle, “Ogre, dear!” Horton stormed ahead and swung the club, missing Armus. Deme fell back down and landed on top of the wooden floor with a chuckle and a grin. “And I’m glad that Horton is banging me and not you, darling.” Horton reached out and kicked Deme in the rib cage with a shoe. Armus vomited up more blood from an open mouth, wiping it off with a hand and the jacket vest.

Granth turned with a sour frown and lifted a hand into the air at Horton with a shout out loud. “Enough! I want my birthday present, my gift.” He turned with a smile and a nod to see the Chinese priestess.

“How old are you today, Granth?” Armus stood upright on both kneecaps, rubbing all the injured body parts.

Granth smiled at the priestess. “I am seventy-five years old young and getting younger. Please continue with your song, Chinese priestess of Atlantis.”

Cassium turned with a lady sneer to see Horton, jabbing a finger at Granth, shouting out loud to all the Atlantians. “Granth was diagnosed as a newborn with the genetic mutation present in his urine…” Horton spun around with a sneer and lifted up the short club at Cassium. She back stepped into the art collection inside the side wall, knocking some of the tiny items onto the floor.

Armus exhaled with a puff of pain and calculated within the brain with a grin and a nod to each Atlantian. “So, the current healthy generation of Atlantians experiences a mortality rate of 99.25 percent when compared to their ancient elders, who used to live and fish off the warm coastal waters of present day Key West. O little rats! The Atlantian people used to live and die at the age of 1,000 years old and then they encountered the Flood and then all died of drowning. O big rats! Their children survived and encountered Noah’s descendents, an alien mutation, correction, an allele mutation,” chuckling.

The Viking king continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “To complete the entire story, the mother of Granth adopted him from the Birmingham Hospital newborn nursery, where she worked as a nurse, seventy-five years ago.”

Cassium jabbed a finger with a nod and a smile to Granth. “See? I told you so. Granth is adopted. I was right.”

Armus exhaled with a huff of pain and swiftly calculated with in his mind with a smile at each Atlantian. “Then, the new linage of the first generation young Atlantians lived and died at the age of 750 years old based on a newest first allele mutation. That is an increase which makes the mortality rate of 25 percent. O rats!”

Granth reached down and removed his dress shirt while feeling hot with a smile to each Atlantian. “I was adopted by an Atlantian. The Atlantian gene acts like a homing beacon. She only had to be present around me. She sensed that I was one of her unique kind and then immediately arranged for my adoption into their Atlantis kinship, instead of a dull life coming from my druggie biological mother.”

Armus exhaled with a huff of pain and said with a stern face to each Atlantian. “Then, the second generation Atlantian lives and dies at 500 years old based upon a new allele mutation. That is an increase in the mortality rate of fifty percent. O little rats!”

Cassium frowned at Granth. “Is that true? An Atlantian adopted Granth Meath from the nursery crib at the hospital.”

The Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “An Atlantian adopted Granth. This is true.”

Cassium crossed both arms with a sour frown. “So, he is an Atlantian, too. But, he is also genetically mutated. I mean, all of us come from a series of our biological gene pool of mutated alleles. That’s why each one of us is unique. We all do not look alike or act alike or think alike or kill alike. Isn’t that right, Armus?”

Armus exhaled with a puff and folded over in pain, “That is right, honey.”

Cassium frowned. “The allele mutation took over his natural DNA genes. Then he….” She uncrossed both arms with a lady sneer at Granth. “Where did you receive the first spine cord meat transplantation to survive, Granth?”

The Viking king continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “Granth received the first transplantation of the spine cord meat from his mother, an Atlantian.”

Granth removed the belt from the trousers and smiled with a nod to each Atlantian. “My adopted but kinship mother gave me her spine cord willingly from her maternal motherly love. Or I would have died immediately within hours of being birthed by my biological mother, who died that day.”

Cassium gasped in shock. “So, you can do that and not die?”

The Viking king continued to kneel and to extend his artifact, waving the free hand sideways with a smile at Granth, “So-so!” He reached over and held the artifact with both hands.

“What’s that mean?” Cassium frowned at the back spine of the Viking king.

The Viking king continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “After the first transplantation, his mother voluntarily donated her spine cord muscle at his nineteen birthday party. Then, she sequentially sliced off portions of her spine cord, until she finally expired in death at the age of 250 years old.”

Armus reached up and rubbed the collar bone exhaling with a huff of pain, saying with a puzzle brow. “The fourth generation of Atlantians lived and died at the age of 250 years old. That is an increase of the mortality rate to 75 percent. Hmm! The percent is raising and the people are dying, quicker,” laughing.

Cassium sneered at Granth. “You make me sick, Granth. You killed your own adopted mother, the woman, who saved your farting ugly life from death,” she exhaled with a puff of fury and shook the curls.

Granth smiled to each Atlantian. “She loved me so that her dying wish for me was to carry on the Atlantian lineage, part of her and part of me. The gene pool was contaminated with Noah’s dirty genes. I was helping to purify the true DNA strand of Atlantis.”

Armus wiped off a face of blood with a puzzled frown. “When did the fifth generation of Atlantians die off?”

The Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant, saying with a smile. “The fifth generation of Atlantians lived and died at the age of 200 years old.”

Armus looked down and examined the injured arm with a puzzled frown. “That is an increase which translated into an eighty percent mortality rate. O little rats!”

Granth removed the trousers and continued to smile at each Atlantian. “I was very lucky indeed. About fifteen years ago, a hot sizzling breakthrough in the field of genetics, DNA gene identification and mutation. I was a junior researcher within the US State of Florida when I stumbled upon a newborn with a set of unique genes, a series of mutations, by definition. The newborn walked out the hospital underneath my armpit inside a bed linen, of course, during the days of lax hospital security. I discovered the unique gene pattern that matched mine, of course. I had found a second living and breathing Atlantian to aid in my survival.”

“The genetic drift?” Cassium gasped in alarm.

The Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “Mr. Meath was fifty-six years old when he used the last spine cord muscle from his Atlantian mother.”

Cassium looked down with a stern face to see the floor and shook the curls while calculating with her mind. “Granth was 56 years old at the time of his mother’s death. She died at the age of 250 years old while saving his fanny. She was supposed to live to be 1,000 years old, but the new generation of allele mutations took over the pure Atlantian DNA genes. That is a life expectancy rate of 75 percent, very poor. Granth is 75 years old, today. He achieved his life expectancy rate of 75 percent at the age of 56 years old, when his mother died. They possessed the exact same percentage. Is that a weird coincidence, ya’ll?” She looked up with a puzzled frown to see Armus.

Armus stood upright on both kneecaps with a loud moan while caressing all the injured body parts. “Unbelievable!”

Granth removed his manly underwear and turned with a smile and a nod to see each Atlantian. “Believe it! The Atlantians are stronger, smarter, and wiser than each one of Noah’s silly and stupid descendents. Atlantis will reign again.”

Armus rubbed the arm with a confused frown to see each Atlantian. “When did the sixth generation of Atlantians live and die off?”

The Sussex solider continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “The sixth generation of Atlantians lived and died at the age of 150 years old, based on a new allele mutation.”

Armus exhaled with a huff of pain and rubbed a face with a pair of blood stained hands, saying with a confused frown. “That means, now, the mortality rate is 85 percent. O big rats!”

The Sussex solider continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “We are indeed wiser than you and your descendants coming from your earth-father Noah,” chuckling.

Armus frowned. “I’m taking a wild goose educated guess here. The seventh generation of Atlantians lived and died at the age of hundred years old based on a new allele mutation, too.”

The Australia hunter continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “Correct!”

Armus exhaled with a huff of pain and a confused brow. “That is a mortality rate of ninety percent. O bigger rats!”

Cassium shook the curls with a puzzled frown. “I have a really silly question. Why are ya’ll carrying around those artifacts?”

The Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “This is my ear ornament that matches the stone of your ring, Granth. Please accept in your honor from me as your gift!”

Armus raised a palm for attention and continued to kneel on the floor with a puzzled brow. “Wait a minute! I got a question too. I have roughly calculated that the original Atlantians would have birthed four new generations, if everyone had died at 1,000 years old. However, based on the verbal datum rumbling around here, there is presently an eighth generation of the newest Atlantians who live here somewhere on planet Earth.”

Granth stood upright from the floor and tossed both arms in the air, twirling around in bold nakedness with a chuckle of happiness. “I will rule the entire eighth and more generations of Atlantians for the new Atlantis here on planet Earth. I will be the new Atlantis leader,” he chuckled with his new role.

Cassium frowned at Armus. “I calculated the same seven generations of pure Atlantians have and died here on planet Earth, too.”

The Sussex solider continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile, “Mr. Meath, you have both robbed a curse and received a charm from the race of Atlantis.”

A series of red tiny tinted blisters appeared all over his naked body and as Granth dropped down both arms and clapped while dancing side to side with a smile to see each Atlantian. “I’ll gladly take both a charm and a curse, if I can live to be 1,000 years old like Noah. I’ll conquer and then rule planet Earth for 1,000 years from today, creating a new Atlantis too.”

The Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant with a smile. “I am afraid to break your heart, Mr. Meath. You never were descended from us. Your father is Noah along with your descendents coming from Japthen, the son of Noah. You artificially received your designation as an Atlantian from the freshly transplanted spinal cord meat which acted like a piecing solo radiation beam, while modifying your original Noah gene.”

Granth stopped the dance and looked down with a smile to see the Wari queen. “Yes! Yes! I am an Atlantian.”

The Viking king continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to Grant while shaking the long ponytail with a sour frown. “You do not understand, Mr. Meath. Bothea Rodan was from the current generation of Atlantians, the eighth. Based the rapid decrease of Atlantian life expectancy, she was predicted to live and die at the age of seventy-five years old. Period, dude!”

Granth frowned in bold nakedness down at Viking king. “I am seventy-five years old today.”

The Chinese priestess sung out loud in a range of high pitch musical notes and then extended both the arms, bringing the blue tinted lotus flower back into her bosom. “Happy Birthday to you, dear Granth!”

Granth turned bright red color and then exploded into pile of gray ashes with a loud pop. A ting of sound fell down on the floor coming from his golden Wari ring. The pile of gray ashes swirled, twirled, and danced around the air waves.

Cassium gasped in horrible, fear, and shock.

Horton dropped open a mouth with a gasp and dashed ahead, stopping in front of the sizzling gray ashes of Granth Meath, turning with a shocked brow to see each Atlantian in silence.

“You should have sung dead Granth.” Armus slapped a hand down onto the leg, laughing out loud with a nod. “Cool show, dude! I wanna purchase another front row seat for the next fireworks explosion,” he stared with a growl at the rear skull of Horton.

Granth had removed all his clothing including the jacket, the shirt, the belt, the socks, and the shoes while exposing mostly a body of scarred bronze tinted skin. Now, a golden ring stood in a pile of gray ashes that represented the last of billionaire Granth Meath.

Cassium looked down with a gasp at the smoking pile of gray ashes that was Granth. “What…what happened? I don’t understand.”

Armus slowly leaned down and crawled out from underneath the medical bed, slowly standing upright from the floor in massive aches and pain, turning to see Cassium and leaned a body against the cool bed linens for support with a smile. “Darling, you’re in shock. The Atlantians just explained in red color, first and then gray color, dead. When all the young teens and children of Atlantis sailed away from their home island and then intermixed with Noah’s descendents, they created a new set of allele mutations. The primary allele mutation was the original life expectancy factor. The new first generation lived and died at 750 years, instead of 1,000 years. 750 divided by 1,000 years is a 75 percentage survival rate of those, who had lived a healthy and a happy existence which made the mortality rate 25, which is kinda, too low. The current generation, including Bothea Rodan, the mortality factor is 99.25 percent of the original 1,000 years which is kinda, too high. The newest Atlantian baby loses 925 years of out 1,000 due to the new set of mutated alleles, thus making their possible life expectancy max achievement at seventy-five years of age. No more, dude!” He turned and winked at Viking king. The Viking-king continued to kneel and to extend his artifact to the ash pile of Grant, turning with a nod to see Armus in silence.

Armus pulled the pocket knife and looked down with a smile picking at the rusty lock on the chain. “Granth bit the dust, literally. His death date is today on his seventy-fifth birthday at his current birthday party in the ballroom of the Meath Hotel. Good ridden, buddy!” He opened the rusty lock with a chuckle and looked up with a wink to see Cassium.

Cassium dropped open a mouth with a gasp and turned to see each kneeling Atlantians within the semi-wide circle, slowly moving ahead without scaring or insulting one. She stopped and stood over the hair roots of closest Atlantian. “How are you able to kneel and breathe here inside this ball room? You look much older than seventy-five years old to me.”

The Chinese priestess kneeled in front of the sizzling gray ashes of Granth, turning bright red within her skin tone and said with a smile down to the ashes. “You are very perceptive, Cassium. But, your husband is more perceptive. We are not from the eighth generation and not younger but older Atlantians, my dear.” She turned with a smile to see Cassium.

The Australia hunter stood upright and moved ahead to Cassium. She back stepped with a gasp and raised both palms in both fear and confusion. “Hi! Hey!”

The Australia hunter smiled at her. “However, ironically or not, each one of us is very close to approaching our death hour. Before we leave, we want to present a gift to you, Cassium. You saved Mrs. Weiss from Granth’s evil plan. She was from the seventh generation of Atlantians with a life expectancy of hundred years old. Alas! Her death hour occurred here inside this ballroom within your eyes…”

“…and within my manly briefs, too, dude.” Armus chuckled and then grunted with pain, slowly moving away from the hospital bed while wobbling a body side to side and held the bruised arms. “I pissed my urine that moment when that old lady turned into gray dust on top of that table like a freaking mummy or a floatie ghost or a crisp-baked vampire.”

“No!” Cassium back pedaled from the Atlantian and shook both her hands and her curls. “Don’t touch me! I believe that you all are the original Atlantians from Atlantis about 5,000 years ago. That’s all I need to know and see. So, thanks for coming to America, folks! Hustle faster, honey! We need to leave Meath’s Hotel, before the police cars arrive.”

Armus slowly limped ahead towards Cassium for a slower rescue with sneer at the Atlantian. “No! Cassium ain’t an Atlantian. She didn’t receive a blood drop or a skin freckle or a lip spit from Granth. No! Please don’t let her explode into a pile of gray ashes, too.”

The Wari queen continued to kneel and to extend her artifact with a smile down to the ash pile of Grant. “You misunderstand. We want to present our artifacts. We received the artifact from you during your quest while seeking each one of us. Each artifact is worth financial value here on planet Earth, where we go next we do not need them. We want you to accept them in our honor for helping Mrs. Weiss as a small thank you token.”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of relieve and then smiled extending a hand, touching the Atlantis boomerang. “And I offer an Atlantis gift!” The Australia hunter grabbed and cupped the hand of Cassium into both of his palms with a smile and a nod. She closed the eyelashes, feeling dizzy then warmth and finally coolness, opening the eyelashes. The Australia hunter released her hand and back stepped from Cassium with a smile and then turned red colored on the naked chest, exploding into a pile of sizzling gray ashes.

And then, all the other Atlantians turned blood red colored on the exposed flesh and exploded one by one, two by two, three by three into a pile of sizzling gray ashes and as each pile of gray dust danced in the air and around the floor.

Horton stood upright from the gray ashes of dead Granth with a sneer and dashed ahead, leaning down, pulling out the dagger from the heated pile of the Sussex solider ashes, standing upright, running at the face of Armus. He lifted up the dagger over a buzz cut and thrust downward, stabbing the heart organ of Armus, jerking back out the dagger with a laugh of vengeance. Armus back stepped with a gasp of shock and reached down, clutching the chest, bleeding over the hand and the shirt.

Cassium raced ahead with a gasp of horror and leaned down, pulling out the Viking king sword from the pile of sizzling gray ashes, lifting it over the hair roots and charged ahead with a sneer, stabbing the tip of the sword down into the back spine of Horton. The dull sword tip protruded out from the heart valve on the chest cavity of Horton.

Horton stumbled forward and hit the side wall of art collection items and then bounced backwards into the middle of the floor as both his of hands grabbed at the blade tip of the sword. The hand dagger fell down the hand of Horton and landed down on the floor with a dull clank. He fell backwards and landed on the back spine with a loud thud. Dead.

Cassium tossed away the Viking king sword into the air which landed down onto the floor with a loud ting, running ahead towards Armus with sobs and tears of fear, “No! Armus, please don’t die now!” She slid down and slammed into his side, ripping off his blood stained shirt, seeing the deep mortal wound on top of the naked chest. His heart valve slowly pumped and then sprayed out a stream of blood proteins into the air, on top of Cassium, and onto his naked chest. She held his hand with sobs of love.

His face turned into ashen white from dying. Bubbled blood particles formed coming out from his mouth, his nose and both of his ears and as Armus smirked with a silly grin and a soft whisper. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Dang, it hurts.”

“Armus!” She yelled out loud with tears.

“Miss you, so much. Love you, too much.”

“Armus, I love you,” she sobbed with tears and turned to see the floor, releasing his hand, swiftly standing upright from the floor. She sniffed back up the snot trail and raced towards one of the piles of floating gray dust with a whisper, stopping. “The genetic drift,” she squatted down and scooped two handfuls of gray dust. “DNA strand in ashes, not blood or hair follicles or mouth spit or nose snot or ear wax,” she sobbed with tears and sniffed up the snot with a whisper for her eardrums only. “DNA is DNA,” she stood carefully upright and gently moved back towards Armus. “DNA is DNA.” She squatted down and dumped a handful of gray ash over his exposed bloody chest wound. The wound absorbed the ashes and then turned the wound gray then purple, and finally yellow. She swiftly stood upright with a smile and dashed ahead towards another pile of gray Atlantian ashes. “The Atlantians came here giving an Atlantis charm and an Atlantis curse. I didn’t care which, as long as, Armus lives with me until we are both old and gray,” she continued to run back and forth toward each pile of gray ashes squatting down, dumping all the gray ashes and covered the naked chest of Armus in a gray tinted blanket. His eyelids were closed with a set of swallow breathing in the lungs and as his face was blue tinted and then it changed into a yellow tint then an ashen white hue, and finally into a pink color of wellness. She smiled with a whisper. “The genetic drift is working.”

Armus tossed both the arms and the legs into the air coming off from the floor, lifting upright a naked torso, shaking off the gray ash blanket, sitting on the floor. “Hey!” He looked down with a sour frown at the gray ashes tha covered a shirtless body with a sneer. “What’s this crap? Dead worms? Volcanic ashes? Fireplace stuff?”

She giggled with a smile. “I covered your chest in a blanket of gray ashes coming from a few of the poofed and gone Atlantians,” she reached down and assisted him to stand upright from the floor.

He leaned with a sour frown into her rib cage. “Wait! I’m only going to live to be only seventy-five years old now. My granddaddy is still alive and kicking at eighty-two years old. Dog-gone it, honey! You wanded to me the Atlantis curse.”

She shook the head and separated from an upright Armus, squatting down towards the duffle bag, unzipping it. The bag contained the rest of the bags of colorful pearls, the baby blue keye, and the hand gun of Armus. Horton had stored the hand gun down into the bag without realizing what the keye and the bags of sea pearls had represented. Armus dropped down the bloody vest and bloody bowtie in the same bag. Cassium stood upright and lifted the bag onto the other collar bone, leaning over and cuddled him with a smile, “Maybe, Armus!” She slowly moved ahead towards the first Atlantis artifact, squatting down from Armus, placing the item inside the bag.

“Maybe so, Cassium!” He stared down with a sour frown at her hair roots.

“Maybe, darling!” She stood upright with a giggle and slowly moved ahead towards the rest of the other Atlantis artifacts. The Atlantians had presented each artifact as a welcoming gift to Cassium for helping to save Mrs. Weiss. And Cassium did not want the local Birmingham police asking her or Armus a set of strange questions about a strange event inside the spooky Meath Hotel.

Armus stood upright with a wobble and exhaled with a huff of pain as Cassium did all the bending and squatting work while collecting collect each Atlantian artifact. He frowned down at her hair roots. “Maybe, so, honey!”

“Maybe, daddy-to-be!” She stood upright from the floor with the last artifact and turned with a giggle and a smile to see his nose profile.

“Me! Am I a daddy-to-be?” he turned with a puzzled brow to see her smile.

“I received an Atlantis gift from the Atlantian hunter. I saw the growing fetus inside me. Our healthy child is a girl too.”

He slowly leaned over and kissed her lips, slowly pulling back with a grunt and a grin. “Mama-to-be, does that mean our child might be an Atlantian, the next generation?”

“Naw!”

“Yeah!”

“No, Armus!”

“Yes, Cassium!”

She whispered into his nose profile. “She is another mini-gene-mutation of us and our parents and our grandparents.” Cassium cuddled Armus with a smile and turned to face the open archway.

Armus slowly limped with her and sung off key with a laugh. “The genetic drift will tell us so.”

They exited the open archway and left the spooky hotel.

 

 

Wednesday June 30th

 

 

6:02 a.m.

Apartment setting of Armus and Cassium

(13 miles south of Burn U campus)

Hot temperatures with parted clouds of bright sunshine

 

 

Cassium saw it. The slender box showed a strip of white and slowly turned to a color of pink.

Armus exhaled with a huff of worry with a chuckle down to the box. “Whew! I’m glad that’s all over with.”

She stood upright against his naked chest and stared down at the slender box on the edge of the bathroom sink. “I just peed inside the little box.”

He was a tall and muscular male with a childhood mark of a broken nose, a tone of dark tinted skin, a head of cropped brown hair, a jaw line of brown facial whiskers, an ugly scar over a right eyebrow, and was thirty something years old. He kissed the top of her hair roots as he was taller, pulling back with a smile down at the box. “And the box turned pink for a little girl. I told you. We’re having Alele, our own little mini-gene-mutation.”

She was a tall and slender woman with a tone of pale tinted skin, a head of dark brown colored hair, and twenty-nine years old. She smiled down at the box. “The Atlantian Australia hunter told me when he gave me the Atlantis gift and before he poofed into plume of gray ashes. Why don’t you believe me?”

He chuckled. “A typical guy, they tell ya what you wanna hear and then poof, they’re gone and never to return.”

She spun around and danced her nakedness into his heated nakedness, leaning over, kissing his lips, pulling back with a smile. “I love you good.”

“I love you greater,” he smiled. “We need to get dressed and go. I don’t wanna miss our appointment at Burn U. I wanna see Dean Eugene growl and gravel on his knees, before I ask for a huge raise with better working conditions, when I accept both her job and her title.”

She frowned. “You do know why he has contacted you.” He gently pushed Cassium out of the tiny bathroom inside his tiny bedroom and towards his tiny closet, stopping, selecting a pair of ripped and torn blue jeans from the closet hanger with a grin. She stood beside him and in front of the tiny closet and looked down with a sour frown to see the ugly pair of torn blue jeans on Armus. “We should dress in a professional business suit and a necktie for our business professional meeting.”

“Naw,” he dressed in a clean cotton T-shirt and a pair of shiny and polished black colored cowboy boots.

She dressed. “The blue jeans are too casual, Armus.”

“My blue jeans are a subtle message to Eugene. You called me on my cell phone. I did not call you. Now, do you want me employed by Burn U or Bam U? Because, I got an offer there, too. But, I’ll take the Bam U offer, but I have more seniority with Burn U.” Bam U was a shorten name for the Birmingham State University within the same city of Birmingham which was competitive inside the classroom with academic professors and on the football field in sporting activities too.

She slipped into a pair of flip-flops and a pair of non-ripped blue jeans with a white blouse that came from their Key West exploration trip as her other pair of blue jeans was living within the country of China. Her new silk white tinted short dress was torn with red blood. She did not know exactly whose blood and did not really care to research it. She turned and smirked at his nose profile. “Your seniority is a total of five and one-sixteenth working days at Burn U. I think we should go and bow down to Bam U. They’ll hire us on the hot spot. Since, some of their professors have jumped ship to work both Bam U and Burn U for a bank account of bigger bucks.”

He shook a skull and slipped on the wrist watch with a smile, “Naw! We do it to Eugene first and then go directly to Bam U and get more money second,” chuckling.

She grinned with a giggle. “That’s a really good idea!”

He leaned over and kissed her lips, pulling back with a smile. “That’s because, I’m a really great idealist.”

 

 

6:51 a.m.

Birmingham University

3rd floor level

Lemark Hall location

Hallway setting

 

 

Cassium and Armus arrived at Birmingham University, parking the truck inside the exterior parking lot, entering into Lemark Hall building and used the elevator, going up to the second floor. The elevator door opened. They slowly strolled ahead down an empty hallway. The summer session had been canceled after all the professors within the genetics department had been mysterious killed in a massive bus accident within US State of Florida.

Cassium held his hand and turned the next wall corner onto an empty hallway, where the upright body of Eugene stood in waiting for the young couple. Armus and Cassium halted with a smile in front of the dean of the genetics department. Armus extended a hand and a smile in profession friendship to Eugene. Eugene was a tall and obese male with a head of brown and-grayish colored hair about sixty something years old, wearing a sunburn on a clean shaven face. He extended both arms, shaking with two hands on the single hand of Armus with a nod and a smile. “Dr. Deme, thank you! Thank you for coming!” He was sunburned with a pair of raccoon eyes from traveling back and forth to the island of Key West while arranging a set of the assorted burnt body parts coming from all the deceased Burn U professors.

Burn U professor and researcher Bothea Rodan had approved hundred members of the Burn U staff for an impromptu trip and archeological dig on top of an isolated isle in the beach town of Key West within the US State of Florida, without Eugene’s permission.

Eugene had lost weight within the obese tummy, wearing a set of flapping jowls on a thinner horse face, almost hugging Armus with a smile. He back stepped with a grin and then spun around leading them towards the former office suite of Bothea Rodan, PhD. Eugene smiled. “I am so glad that you could meet with me this early morning, Dr. Deme. Your presence is very refreshing for a seven am meeting. Thank you for coming, sir.”

Armus pointed with a smile at the nose profile of Cassium, who was walking beside the elbow. “And I brought a surprise with me, Cassium Piston, PhD. So, what’s your surprise for us, Dean Eugene?”

Eugene cleared a throat and turned into the open archway leading towards the secretary desk, stopping and smiling down at her sour frown. “Louise, Dr. Deme has arrived promptly on time. Please, could you fetch us a cup of coffee or tea?” Louise was a petite and plump woman with a head of gray colored hair and a tint of pale colored skin who was about sixty years old.

Armus looked down with a grin and a wink to Louise. “Coffee black, please, Louise.”

Cassium ordered with a smile to Louise. “Sweet iced tea, please.” Louise stood upright from the office chair with a nod in silence, leaving the work desk with internal fury at Eugene and Armus, since she was worried about Dr. Rodan and mad with Armus for taking her place.

Eugene turned and faced the second open archway leading Armus and Cassium into the former office of Bothea Rodan towards the rear wall and stopped. He sat down at a square shaped small conference table, cupping both hands over a stack of papers without a smile. “I hope everything is going well, Dr. Deme.”

Armus and Cassium quickly scooted around the table and stopped, standing on the opposite side of Eugene. Armus pulled out the empty chair for Cassium. She sat down with a smile at Eugene in silence. He sat down and stretched out a long body inside the hard wooden conference room chair with a nicely padded leather bottom with a chuckle at Eugene. “Dean Eugene, let us cut to the chase! Shall we? Since, the dogs have cornered and penned the only fox outside the fox house. You need me. I want Rodent’s current salary, fringe benefits, title, office, and secretary, then you can do to me, whatever you wish,” he winked at Eugene.

Eugene frowned at Armus. “I need you.”

“I want Dr. Piston hired today at eighty percent of Rodent’s current salary plus all the fringe benefits with an office space too. Her title will be Associate Dean of Genetics, my assistant. I would guess there are plenty of office spaces available. Dr. Piston can select one. Then, you can get it renovated to her personal professional liking.”

Eugene slapped both hands up and down on top of the stack of papers with a nod, not with a smile. “Of course, there is plenty of office space throughout the second floor. You can choose any office. Welcome abroad, Dr. Piston and Dr. Deme! The pleasant work is done. To begin the unpleasant work, I need for both of you to sign in duplication, these four official Burn U activation forms, please. One form is for you. The other is for my records here inside the genetics department, a recording of your work activities starting today on the thirtieth day of the month of June. After you have signed, you will be reinstated by Birmingham University. You will be paid and entitled as requested, Dr. Deme.” Both Cassium and Armus retrieved all the forms and then quickly signed a name with a smile, sliding the completed forms back to Eugene. Eugene lifted up each piece of paper and verified the hand signature first. Then he dropped down the stack of papers and wrote down the base salary and the fringe benefits numbers on a separate sheet of paper, sliding the paper to Armus first.

Deme picked up the paper and read the math figures with a chuckle, handing the paper to his new assistant Cassium. Cassium accepted the piece of paper with a smile, seeing 38.46 dollar per hour or 1,538.46 dollars-per-week or 79,999.92-dollars-per-year. She could live without eight cents which would have made the whole figure 80,000.00 dollars of salary at Burn U.

Eugene cleared a throat and smirked at Armus. “Dr. Deme, I must explain very quickly and very quietly that Dr. Rodan is not available to complete her research work on Granth Meath’s genetics research project. His project ends tonight at midnight. And she has for some unexplained reason not signed one single informed consent. I have already filled out the proper paperwork for the RRB amendment, making you the prime investigator, replacing Dr. Rodan, completely.” He slid with a new form to Armus. “Sign the form! Louise will hand delivery the paperwork this afternoon to the RRB office that is located here on campus. I have personally talked with the RRB. They completely understand our situation and our circumstance. They are happy to assign you the role prime investigator. You had…have previously worked with Dr. Rodan on the Burn U genetics research project and hold a doctoral in genetics, and have on file a current Burn U RRB certification. Therefore, your signature will immediately seal the deal, as they say,” smiling.

Armus accepted the form and flipped through the paperwork, looking up with a grin to see Eugene. “I wanna research bonus for my assignment of prime investigator for a research project that ends tonight at midnight. I’m taking a chance here that Rodent didn’t screw up big time something else in her paperwork or her subject consent forms or her research financial budget. The prime investigator is the one responsible from A to Z for everything on the research project including both heat and cool,” nodding.

Eugene cleared a throat and looked down at the stapled papers which required a prime investigator. He had ensured the RRB yesterday that Armus would be the prime investigator for the research project. He could not possibility call the RRB back and explain that Dr. Deme will not cooperate or sign the form, because Armus wanted more money for his greedy cause of blackmailing the Dean of Anthropology Studies. At the RRB office, the RRB chairman knew that all the consent forms were not signed and some of the specimens had been processed illegally as they say. This tiny error was a massive mistake within the research world which guaranteed jail time plus a large monetary fine for someone at Burn U and the RRB office. Eugene cleared a throat and looked up with a sour frown to see Armus. “I agree…”

“Good!” Armus chuckled. “I’ll receive 240,000 dollars for a research bonus that’s ten bucks for every consent form of 24,000 research subjects. And Dr. Piston is going to be listed as a co-prime investigator. If the ship sinks, the captain likes to have company. Ain’t that right, Eugene? And she gets a 240,000-dollar research bonus too. And I would the bonus money tomorrow…”

Eugene tapped on the table surface in both fury and frustration. He had the cash capital available coming from the generous funding of the research project by billionaire Granth Meath. However, Eugene only thought that Rodan and he knew of the money check. So, Armus was a sly fox, who was guessing and coming to the same conclusion.

No matter!

All the consent forms must be signed or Eugene would be wearing an orange jumpsuit along with the president of Birmingham University and the chairman of the RRB office. He cleared a throat with a sour tone. “You are required to sign all 24,000 consent forms today.”

Armus nodded with a smile. “I will do that all before midnight. Therefore, I earn my bonus money.” He leaned down with a chuckle and penned his signature onto the RRB form, jerking the ink pen into the air, sliding the signed form back to Eugene.

Eugene snatched up the signed document with a stern face and stood upright from the chair with a shout out loud inside the room. “Louise, come here! I have the RRB paperwork ready for hand delivery.” Louise entered into the office and stopped beside the nose profile of Eugene, retrieving the form, swinging around and left the office in silence. Eugene slowly spread out a wicked grin and slowly spun around, moving back towards the open archway. “Please follow me! All the consent forms are located inside the fourth floor conference room. But, you already know that, don’t you, Dr. Deme?” Arums stood upright from the chair and danced side to side in place with happiness of employment behind the back spine of Eugene for fun. Eugene continued to move ahead towards the archway in silence.

Armus leaned down and assisted his girl to stand upright from the chair. Cassium cuddled into the chest of Arums with a worried brow, moving beside her husband Armus, who strutted with pride for a job that was not finished yet.

 

 

7:22 a.m.

4th floor level

Conference room number three setting

 

 

All three persons exited out from the elevator carriage and moved down an empty hallway. Eugene turned and entered into the conference room first, moving towards the first table. Armus and Cassium turned and stood inside the archway of the conference room. She gasped in shock at the massive columns of papers, when she had visited the same room from last week.

Six tables with a tall stack of stapled papers contained both the informed consent and the questionnaire for 24,000 subjects, who had participated in the research project for Bothea Rodan. The research questionnaire was an additional piece of information sheet that the researcher used and kept which was not part of the official RRB paperwork. Therefore, it would not be signed or filed until the research project terminated at midnight and then it would be filed by a new set of junior researchers tomorrow or maybe the new co-prime investigator.

Eugene reached down and patted the top sheet of paper on the first stack with a wicked grin to the stack of papers. “All consent forms must be signed by midnight in blue colored ink pen, Dr. Deme. I have provided twenty-four boxes of ink pens. One ink pen per 1,000 consent form. Therefore, you should not run out of blue color. This is your only job for the day or no job, no title, no office, no secretary, no salary, and no bonus.” He slowly swung around with a grin to see Armus.

Armus moved ahead from the archway and stopped at the first table, reaching down, shuffling the tall stack of papers to the side into a smaller set of columns with a grin. “It will be done, Master. Cassium will assist me…”

Eugene gasped with fury. “She cannot sign a single one of these consent forms with her name or forge your professional name with her illegal handwriting, sir. She is only the co-prime investigator on paper, without actually performing any research work, one. Two, your name must be signed on the dotted line.”

Armus continued to shift the stack of papers around the table with a stern face. “I know that, Eugene. You know that, Eugene. I’m updating you that Cassium will write in the date of June thirtieth on each consent form. My signature is the most important part here for completing the consent form process, without your ass going to jail. She’ll also review for any mistakes or errors.”

Eugene frowned at the black tinted hair roots of Armus. “Dr. Rodan has been conducting research projects, before you passed your freshman English literature with the letter grade of C plus, plus. I trust both her work and her ethnics. I must say that I cannot explain her absence…”

Armus scooted around the table and slid down into the chair, staring up with a stern face at Eugene. “She probably has a very good reason, Eugene. Do you have any more verbal or written or electronic instructions? I’m ready to start,” he reached out and patted the papers with a nod and a grin.

Eugene smiled. “There are sixty seconds in a minute. That is 3,600 seconds in one hour. There are 24,000 consent forms which is divided by 3,600 minutes that is seven hours and seven seconds of your expensive salary hour. However, the seven-hour mark will only be reached, if you can humanly possibly sign a single consent form in one second flat. There, I will leave you for the day and afternoon and beyond. I will be inside my office until five pm and then at my private home. I would like for you to call me after you have completed the signature of 24,000 consent forms,” he turned with a grin to see Cassium. “Plus the correct calendar date of June thirtieth or lots of bodies will be looking jolly in orange cat suits inside a place that no one desires to go,” he spun around with a sour frown and exited the room without laughing.

Inside the conference room, “Hell, yeah!” Armus exhaled with a huff of worry and turned to scan each tall stack of papers, knowing that Eugene was correct. Armus had signed his name and guaranteed that all the consent forms would be all signed by midnight today. However, the RRB committee members would be asleep inside a warm bed at midnight too. Therefore, if his signature faltered during the evening performance, then he would use his left hand after midnight.

Cassium pushed a chair on the opposite side of Armus, knowing his plan of action, pointing at the first stack of paper with a grin and a nod, “Alright! I will start the process. I will flip to the last page of each consent form and slid the exposed blank signature page to the side forming a row along the naked wood on the table. You scoot side to side, signing each page. Then, I will remove them to…”

He reached down and whipped out, typing on the keyboard of the mobile telephone with a sour frown. “The number 24,000 is divided by the 3,600 which is six hours and sixty-six minutes signing each consent forms. That is one second flat,” he looked up and scanned some of the tall stacks of paper with a sour frown and a matching tone. “O rats! I can write my signature in one second flat or less. But, the entire manual paper process of lifting, flipping, dropping, signing, and then shifting is more than one second flat,” he reached out and grabbed one of the stapled papers, flipping to the last page.

She parked both hands on the hips, scanning the room, exhaling with a puff of worry. “Where will we sit the stacks of signed consent forms for separating them from the non-signed forms? I don’t wanna mix them up and waste our limited and precious money time. If it takes you five seconds to complete the entire process from lifting to shifting, you will not finish signing all 24,000 forms until about thirty-three hours and thirty-three minutes from now, today, which is way into tomorrow evening. It’s almost seven thirty am now.”

He stared down with a worried brow at the mobile telephone. “O big rats! Yeah! I just calculated that out too. We can stay and play, until after midnight, while I sign the forms. But my hand’s going to be tired. My stomach’s going to be hungry. And my butthole’s going to be sore of sitting…”

“Yeah!” She shook the curls, lifting up, flipping to the last page, where the consent signature paper was located. “And thirty-three hours from now is around five pm, tomorrow. You will have missed the midnight deadline and will be yelled at Dean Eugene as both of ya’ll are being hauled off to jail,” smiling. The co-prime investigator of any research project did not go to jail. She would attend the court of law trial hearing instead.

He stood upright and reached down, shuffling each tall stack of papers onto a second table. “I’m moving the stacks of papers from the first table to the second table. I’m sitting and signing here. Then, you slide all the signed papers to the first table. That way we don’t confuse ‘done,’ from ‘not-done.’”

She dropped the consent form on top of the stack of papers with a smile. “How about this method? I line the first table with a row of open stapled papers that only display the blank signature page. Then, you come along sign and grab the paper and stack it on top of each other, while I move to the second table and layout another row of blank signature pages. I will continue to flip and then layout the last page of the consent form in row on each table. You come behind me and do a sign and a grab, creating a new tall stack at the end of the sixth table. I will start again at the first table, laying out a row of blank pages, kinda like playing the child’s game of ‘Ring Around the Rosy,’ while we go round and round each table with a row of blank page on each consent form. When I hit the second table, I will drop the stack of signed papers in the far wall in front of all each table, so we do not get them confused. That way you will be signing in almost one second flat. I will be doing all the manual hard labor of lifting, flipping, and shuffling. You will sign all the blank papers in seven hours from now, finishing around about two-thirty today and on the daily deadline. Then, we can split up the 24,000 signed forms into two piles of 12,000 and date the stacks in half the time, finishing in three more hours.” She reached down and flipped the first stack of stapled papers to the last page, placing it down on top of the empty table with a smile. “We can finish this tiny task by six o’clock, babe,” she reached and grabbed a second stack of stapled papers with a giggle and a grin.

Armus moved ahead and captured her fanny with both hands, leaning down, kissing her hair roots and her cheekbone, swinging around to the second table and shifted each stack of papers down onto the floor with a smile. “I love you, Dr. Deme.”

 

 

Thursday July 1st

 

 

10:03 a.m.

Birmingham University

Hot sizzling temperatures with bright sunshine

with three miles per hour winds

 

3rd floor level

Lemark Hall location

Private office setting of Armus Deme, PhD

 

 

Cassium and Armus rose up from their shared bed mattress later within the morning for the work day and finally arrived at Birmingham University and stood inside the outer office on the second floor. She stood behind the back spine of Armus with a smile. He stood and stared, pointing at the closed office door with a sissy whine. “Where’s my name plate Armus Deme, PhD? Where’s my personal office secretary? The ugly fat girl named Louise.”

She reached up and slapped his back spine, shaking the curls with a giggle and a smile. “Stop being a meanie! Her name is Louise.”

“Naw! My name plate is named Armus Deme, PhD,” he jabbed a finger and a miffed brow at the closed door. “My name plate’s missing.”

She smiled. “Give Dean Eugene some more time, honey! He can’t perform miracles like us, yesterday. I’m still beat up from moving 24,000 sheets of paper. I didn’t realize that dead weight paper could be so heavy.”

Armus swung around with a worried brow and cuddled her. “No. No. No. You, my precious girl is not to lift anything else, unless it weighs less than a tiny kitten at birth, too. That’s about one-half ounce or less. You’re too fragile and delicate carrying Alele inside your tummy,” he swung around and reached down, twisting the door knob of his new office with a sour frown. “O rats. My office door is both locked and sealed too. Man! That ugly old woman is fired on the spot, today.”

She yawned and then slapped a hand over the ugly mouth presentation from a late night signature party at Birmingham University inside conference room. “Give Dean Eugene time, darling! What are we working on today? Summer classes are cancelled. So, we won’t be teaching until the commencement of the Burn U fall term in late August.”

He swung around with a sour frown and moved ahead towards the secretary’s desk, stopping, pulling out each drawer while seeking the office door key. “We’re going to steal and save Bothea’s allele program within the super computer first. Then, we’re going to modify it and create a supercell gene solving all the genetic diseases in the world.”

She leaned down and stole the paper from the office desk, moving ahead towards the wall corner, photographing the single piece of paper on the office copier machine. Armus messed up the inners of Louise’s personal office desk while looking for his office key with a string of soft curse words. She returned back and replaced the stolen piece of paper back on top of the office desk of Louise in the same spot in silence. He squatted down and slammed the bottom office draw, standing upright from the floor, exhaling with a huff of annoyance.

She extended a hand with a smile. “So, we are going to it all in one morning or one day saving the world of all genetic diseases, darling.” He grabbed her hand and scooted around the office desk with a sour frown.

They exited out from the exterior office of Louise and strolled down an empty hallway. All the other Burn U staff had been dead and buried about four weeks ago. Then they heard it. A set of faint tiny voices were coming from the open archway of the Burn U genetics laboratory.

Armus leaned over with a whisper and a smile into her cheekbone. “We’ll take our time and save the entire world by the end of the week. Then, we will be freed up for the entire weekend. We’ll hop a jet and go back to Snugglers’ Beach within the island of Key West. We both are employed with good jobs and some good spending money. I had a lot of fun, that day.” She blushed with a smile and looked down at the clean floor.

Last week, at Smuggler’s Beach, they had done the wild thing in the white sands with the seagulls and the dolphins both watching the sexy action.

Armus stopped with a smile and stood inside the archway of the genetics laboratory. Cassium stood slightly behind his back spine without a smile. Each work station was positioned in a loose square formation and occupied with Dean Eugene, Louise, and three other unknown people, who were dressed in a business suit, a necktie, and a briefcase. Eugene sat at the work station with a nod to the talking Business Suit. Armus stared at the rear skull of Igbree with a miffed frown. “Dean Eugene, I can see that you have company and you are conducting a very important meeting. However, I have an urgent need at the moment. So please, may I have a word with you!”

Eugene looked back over a collar bone with a smirk to see Armus, scooting up from the chair, spinning around from the work station and held two legal size envelopes between the arms, moving ahead towards Armus and Cassium.

Armus and Cassium moved inside deeper into the genetics laboratory near an empty wall in silence.

The four walls were bare inside the genetics laboratory. The baby chemistry set was missing, leaving a wall of scratched beige paint. The super computer, the keyboard, and all the computer screen monitors were missing, leaving a wall of black wooden panel. The wall of metal boxes was gone too which exposed a wall of torn and rough broken plaster pieces. And each work station was present sitting behind a bumped and torn wall of beige paint also.

Eugene stopped in front of Armus without a smile. “You are fired, Dr. Deme. This is your final paycheck and the blackmailed bonus check monies for yesterday’s work. I am very appreciative. Your genetics research project is done and terminated on last night at midnight. Congratulations! You made the deadline. I was a little doubtful, but you did pull it together for the Burn U team win. Yay! I will be writing the close-out report for Dr. Rodan’s genetics research project, since you are no longer employed by Birmingham University. The RRB will accept my close-out report, since the research project is closed effective June thirtieth.”

Armus waved both arms with a loud sneer of fury into the face of Eugene. “Ya son of …”

Eugene shoved the two envelopes into the chest of Armus with a sneer also. “There are two envelopes which is one for you and one for your wife. You both are terminated from Burn U, now. Your professional services have been completed and rewarded, now, also.”

The Business Suit was a male of average height and average weight, wearing a tone of pale tinted skin and a head of black colored hair, standing upright from the work station, staring at the back spine of Eugene with a smile at Cassium. “Dr. Igbree, are these some of your Burn U staff members from the genetics department? I would like to meet them, please.”

Eugene sneered at Armus and then looked back over a collar bone with a fake smile to see the Business Suit with a calm tone. “I will return there shortly, Dr. Gesler.”

Armus reached out and grabbed the two envelopes while narrowing the eyelids, scanning the laboratory room. “Where’s the super computer with the new allele program that Bothea created?”

Eugene returned back with a sneer to see Armus. “Have a nice day, Deme! Please leave quietly now, sir.”

Dr. Gesler moved away from the desk chair with the two other Business Suits stopping and pulled up beside Eugene with a nod and a smile to Cassium. “We looked forward to discussing…”

“I am almost finished here, Dr. Gesler,” Eugene turned with a fake smile to see the nose profile of Gesler.

Cassium extended a hand like a proper business professional with a nod and a smile to Gesler. “Good morning to you, sir. I am Dr. Cassium Deme. I worked on the Burn U genetics research project that used to be located inside this genetics laboratory, but I can see that the computer equipment has been moved.”

Gesler reached out and shook, releasing her hand with a puzzled brow. “You worked on Dr. Rodan’s genetic research project.”

Armus turned and sneered at Eugene. “I…”

Cassium flung the paper in the air, shaking and unfolding it for professional drama. She had stolen and copied it on the nearby copier machine inside the work station of Louise. She smiled. “I am the current co-prime investigator and Dr. Deme has replaced Dr. Rodan as the prime investigator. Based on the RRB amendment paperwork, I just happen to have before filing into my office records.” She handed the paper to Gesler, showing a set of names.

Gesler accepted and stared down at the paper with a confused brow. “Armus Deme PhD is the prime investigator with Cassium Deme PhD as co-prime investigator which was effective, yesterday.” He looked up with a frown to see Eugene. “Dr. Igbree, I’m a little confused. You said that Dr. Rodan was the prime investigator on the Burn U genetics research project. I had asked to meet with her for an explanation of the allele program…”

Eugene sneered at Armus and then turned with a fake smile to see Gesler. “I…am sorry that Dr. Rodan is not present, Dr. Gesler. Maybe, she can do it today on this afternoon, if you are free from your busy schedule and it permits…”

Cassium smiled. “Why wait on Dr. Rodan? My husband and I are now responsible for both the genetics program and the allele program. Where’s the equipment? Why are the walls bare? I don’t understand,” she turned and scanned an empty room, except for the set of work stations.

Gesler turned with a nod and a smile to see Cassium. “I can definitely address that inquiry. My company has purchased the allele program from Birmingham University.”

Armus dropped open a mouth with a gasp at Eugene. “You…you sold the genetics application. I mean you can do that. But, you and the university loses out on all and any intellectual rights of any and all new genetic material discovery within the hot field of modern genetics in the world. But, again, it’s a very usually procedural move for Burn U.”

Gesler nodded with a smile to Cassium. “It is. Dr. Igbree was a very tough client to please. We have purchased the entire lot as they say. Now, we have found our new prime investigators too. Would you and your husband be interested in running the allele application instructing my science team on the particulars?”

Armus held two fingers next to a wicked smirk and a nod. “Yes and yes! Her and me! The two of us! Our individual consultant fee or employment fee, which is the same thing, will be one million dollars in salary plus fringe benefits of paid vacation, sick leave, paid educational seminars, medical leave, and funeral visitation. Since, I just handshake the widow’s name, not view the dead mini-gene-mutation,” laughing.

Gesler turned with a chuckle and a nod to see his two business suits. “Mini-gene-mutation! I do believe that we have found our two genetics experts, gentlemen,” he returned back with a smile and extended a hand to Armus. “Will you and Dr. Cassium Deme accept a gentlemen’s agreement for your one million salary plus fringe benefits, each, today?”

Armus shook and released the extended hand with a smile and a nod. “Shore thing, buddy! We can start right now,” he turned with a smile to see Eugene. “The Burn U termination policy is very, very flexible. I do believe that I can say to Eugene, right here and now. I quit. Cassium quits. It has been too much dang farting fun around here at Burn U,” laughing.

Gesler nodded with a grin to Armus and Cassium. “Outstanding! The allele program has been installed. We’re departing from here at the Birmingham University campus, traveling back to our office headquarters. Why don’t you trail behind us? We would like to introduce you to all the other scientists at Cure-all Science Medical Core.”

Armus leaned over and cuddled Cassium with a nod. “Shore thing! You lead. We follow.”

Cassium smiled. “In case, we don’t follow close enough. What is your street address please, sir?”

Gesler smiled. “Our company is Cure-all Science Medical Core which is located at the intersection of 32nd Avenue and 15th Street here inside Birmingham.”

 

 

11:00 a.m.

Pickup truck ride of Armus and Cassium

(six miles north of BURN U)

Hot sizzling temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

Cassium exhaled with a puff of confusion and stared out the side window inside his pickup truck. The scenery of freshly cut green grass, tall healthy pine trees, and colorful wild flowers slowly was increasing as the truck led away from the tall skyscrapers of downtown Birmingham. She said with a puzzled frown. “Why is the office building so far away from the inner workings of the city? That seems to be a disadvantage for the cut-throat business competition world,” she turned with a puzzle frown to see the opposite glass window on his side in the truck.

Armus drove with a grin behind the slow moving black tinted limousine, enjoying the heated sunny day while not working too hard and telling Eugene off in front of the set of sissy business suits too much. “Dunno!”

“Why’s the name called ‘Science Medical Core’ that’s usually a hospital center for wings of rotating beds for rows of ill and dying patients. Isn’t it?”

“Dunno.” He halted with a smile of glee at the stop sign at a two-way intersection without a mounted traffic light signal and then turned off the main highway onto a nicely paved private road, following behind the limousine.

She dropped open a mouth with a gasp at the tall gleaming structure in the distance on the nicely paved roadway, “O my gosh! There’s a tall golden tinted brick covered building with thousands and thousands of shiny sparkling windows in the middle of…”

“…an ugly duckling,” he drove with rolling laughter.

She turned and stared with a gasp at his side door window first, then the center window shield and finally her own truck door window which displayed no flashy or glittery woodlands or office park scenery, but a depressing exhibition of ugly structures.

There were rows of uneven buildings in height which consisted of one story or two story structures of dark rich brick material that was usually used for an exterior structure material for a sturdy office building, not a permanent home site. Each building stood in a neat row one by one on top of a flat level ground surface. Each building showed a short rooftop that protruded over a weather-beaten wooden brown tinted front door that was underneath a single tiny slab of vanilla tinted concrete.

Between each building, there lingered only empty air space. Within the air space, there was a long straight horizontal cord which was filled with a line of numerous colorful wet and newly washed clothing items. The washed clothes dripped streams of tiny water droplets down onto the red clay dirt coming from an assortment of human clothes that was drying within the hot sizzling day of too much sunlight.

In front of the row of one and two story building structures, there was a flat vanilla colored concrete walkway which was painted with an assortment of rich black color of vile words or an array of happy neon colored animal shapes. In front of the flat colorful walkway, it contained a flat surface of red clay dir, where bared naked young children played with each without a set of kiddie playground equipment. At the end of the long concrete walkway, there were scattered huddles of teenagers that were sitting or standing together, consuming beer or soda cans of beverage while smoking packs of cigarettes or e-cigarettes or short marijuana joints as the white color smoke drifted up into the skyline.

She gasped at the sight of the marijuana joint in the hands of a teenager. “Is that…”

“Yup!” He drove with a smile of rolling laughter.

She turned with a gasp to see his side view window on the moving truck.

Three tall buildings sat off from the nicely paved roadway which angled towards each other. Each building was three level stories high, where an individual front door entrance way appeared every ten feet apart like a hotel room entrance doorway with a continuous flat concrete balcony with a metal rail. Scattered huddles of teenagers leaned over the metal balcony railing and watched the parade of vehicles on top of the nicely paved roadway while smoking a pack of cigarettes, e-cigarettes, and marijuana joints, drinking from beer or soda cans. The young children run around tossing a ball or a balloon at the other bare naked child in-between the air space of the three tall residential buildings among all the parked old and rusty cars and a hard surface gray pavement.

She turned with a gasp to see the center windshield on the moving truck.

A tall and wide green colored grassy hillside stood behind a tall and golden brick covered building which continued thirty plus floor levels of office space. In-between the flat front lawn of dry yellow tinted grass and dying yellow colored rows of low plant bushes, a grove of tall dead looking trees, there were scattered groups of mature adults that were sitting and eating or standing and drinking beer cans or walking around and smoking packs of cigarettes, e-cigarettes or marijuana joints.

Cassium exhaled with a puff of confusion and turned with a puzzled brow to see his nose profile. “I don’t understand any of this. Where are we located at within the city limits of Birmingham? I am so befuddled and confused.”

“We are located within the slums on the outskirts of outer metro city Birmingham, love,” Armus drove with a smile and followed the limousine

She jabbed a finger at the structure. “Look at that! What is that? Is that…?”

“Yup!” He continued to drive with a chuckle. “I suspect this is a parking deck for a war zone.” The first level of the golden tinted brick covered building contained a set of thick concrete pillars composed of the same golden tinted brick of the building that stood every ten feet that went around the entire office building. In-between each thick square shaped pillar, numerous rows of barbed wire cords were strung side to side in close array which appeared to keep something or someone out from entering into the parking deck of the office building. The limousine slowed the pacing speed towards a gate of strung rows of barbed wire as the weird entrance door into the parking deck slowly opened inward, creating a big hole for a single vehicle to enter. Armus followed behind the slowly moving limousine into brightly lit parking deck that was housed underneath the tall sparkling golden brick covered building.

She reached up and shaded the eyeballs over the pair of sunglasses with a hiss. “Why is the parking deck so brightly illuminated with blinding light? I feel like the sun is directly over my hair roots. I’m still inside the truck cab.”

He narrowed the eyelids inside the pair of sunglasses also at the bright light and as his neurons kicked into action. “It is the golden tinted brick. Have you ever seen golden tinted made brick pieces?”

“I have seen orange tinted brick on a modern building before. I know that brick can be made and then stained into any type of color paint scheme, if you possess the money, honey.”

He nodded with a smile. “The brick is not just colored in gold. It is plated in golden liquid substance.”

She gasped. “How did you figure that out?”

He drove with a smile. “Gold is one of the least reactive chemical elements on the planet and in solid form is bright reddish yellow tone which is dense, soft, malleable and ductile piece of metal. It is highly resistant to corrosion and most other chemical reactions, and conductivity of electricity had lead to its use in all of type computerized devices. It is also an infrared shielding, colored-glass production, gold leafing, and tooth restoration. Certain gold salts are used as anti-inflammatory agency in some medicines. The infrared light feature in the gold element is used on a face visor of a heat-resistant firefighter suit and in a sun-visor for an outer spacesuit. The bright wavelengths of blinding light here are really all of the tiny reflected sunlight particles that are bouncing around the air waves and then combine into numerous long arrays and happen land and bounce around the flat parking deck surface coming from each golden plated brick piece on the outside of the office building.”

She frowned with worry. “This place is really strange, Arums. I would think that the tall building would have a meltdown into a gooey golden putty, one day.”

He laughed, “Naw! A chunk of gold melts at the heated temperatures of 1,947.52 degrees of Fahrenheit.

She continued to shade the sensitive eyeballs from the waves of blinking light with a stern face. “So, the entire office building is plated in rows of golden brick stones. That’s why it shines like a brilliant star during the night but in the bright sunlight,” she pointed at the side wall of the parking deck. “Is that…”

“Yup!” He continued to follow behind the limousine. “The side walls are only strung up rows of barbed wires. Well, it is cheaper than pouring a ton of hard concrete walls. And it’s safer than having an open hole within a poured concrete wall. Nothing is getting through these close knit single rows of sharp barbs including a tiny gray mouse.”

She continued to stare at the side walls of rows of barbed wire with a sigh of worry. “Now, I do understand completely. The tall office building is plated in rows of expensive golden plated stones. And each parking deck level is decorated for a war zone with rows of barbed wire on the side wall between the thick columns of gold while keeping out gangs of the nasty teenagers who are getting stoned and drunk, so the teens didn’t rob the office building of all the electronics and valuable equipment pieces.”

He continued to follow behind the limousine. “Yeah, I concur.”

She frowned. “Finally, I felt like I was stuck riding on top of a continuous merry-go-around while we were going around and around each parking deck level, without stopping to vomit up my breakfast muffin. Where are the other vehicles that belong to the other employees that work here at Core-all, Armus? This place is so odd. Each parking deck was empty but up here on the top floor. What floor are we located on?”

“All the cars are parked here with us on the top one. I didn’t think we can drive any higher into the heavens than this level. The limousine has finally stopped and parked near the entrance door of glass windows.”

She pointed with a stern face toward a shaded spot inside the parking deck. “Don’t park the truck near the side wall with rows of the barbed wires! And find a parking spot within the middle of the deck with lots of cool and dark shade! My poor eyeballs can’t take anymore sunlight. I see only white stars and black spots,” Cassium rubbed the eyelashes and the forehead from the bright sunlight.

“Yeah, I feel the same way.” He parked in the middle of the parking deck with shade and killed the engine on the truck. He reached over with a smile and opened the door, sliding out of the truck first, slamming the door shut. He dashed around the front bumper and stopped, opening her passenger door like a southern gentleman, extending a hand to his girl while assisting Cassium to stand upright on the nicely paved parking deck. He leaned over and kissed her cheekbone in public view of their employer, pulling back with a smile and cuddled her into a chest.

The limousine parked in a selected dark and cool spot near a set of glass double doors. Gesler and his party of two slid out of the limousine and as he motioned towards the interior of the office building. Armus and Cassium swiftly moved away from the parked truck and followed behind the back spine of Gesler through the set of clean glass doors. The other two business suits had quickly departed from Gesler and moved through the glass doors, returning back to work for the day.

 

 

11:11 a.m.

Cure-all Science Medical Core building

Hallway setting

 

 

The dull interior space of the poorly illuminated hallway was similar to a nighttime skyline when it was compared to the blinding sunny inners of the thirty-three levels within the parking garage.

Armus and Cassium hit a patch of thick black tinted colored carpet following behind the back spine of Gesler. Gesler swiftly led down a dull hallway with set of glowing walls of single colorful artwork of oil paintings, still photographs, black and white sketches of the human anatomy body parts, genes, bones, and organs.

She leaned over with a stern face and a whisper into the cheekbone of Armus. “I don’t understand. Why did Cure-all Core build within the middle of the slums?”

Armus whispered back with a smile into her cheekbone. “It is cheap, cheap real estate, darling. The city would have sold this piece of ugly overgrowth junkyard for one dollar and one cent per acre just to get rid of the eyesore from the city government checkbook. Hey! Our local sales taxes should go down now,” softly chuckling.

She turned with a puzzled brow and a whisper, studying each piece of artwork. “This place is so strange, honey. The parking garage was blinding bright sunlight. The interior hallway is almost pitch-black darkness like there is an eclipse of the solar sun occurring outside the glass walls.”

He whispered back to her cheekbone. “Gold is a natural occurring element in outer space. The earthling scientists believe that a supernova exploded coming from a massive collision of many neutron stars within our universe which produced gold dust. See? Fairy tales are so true. Then the gold dust drifted up and down through the space waves and landed on planet Earth. Planet was only a baby globe of molten when it was forming. Thus, all the gold dust landed inside the hot and heated molten and then sank down into the core of our planet. Today, each and every golden nugget that had been mined had come up from the crust and mantel of Earth.”

She smiled with a whisper. “And the gold dust had been delivered by a set of heavy bombardment of swift flying asteroids, where each one had impacted our planet about four billion years ago. I read too. I had read the same scientific article, honey.”

He whispered with a smile. “O rats! The pure earth element of gold is a good conductor of heat and electricity too. I would suspect with the exterior golden brick that the heating and air-conditioning electricity invoice would be zero dollars and zero cents for this entire building. The interior will retain the heat during the wintertime mornings or the cool air temperatures during the summertime days. We should be so smart to build a new house with rows of golden plated brick. Our electricity invoice would disappear from existence like a puff of stream.”

She softly giggled with a whisper. “We can’t afford to build a flower pot of soil.”

He smiled with a whisper. “Don’t worry! We have collected two million dollars in cash money from nasty but honest Eugene of Burn U. Now, we will receive another cool two millions in cash money directly from Gesler. Our plan is working perfectly.”

She frowned with a whisper. “Your plan is getting us hired into a strange place with strange people, so far, darling.”

He softly chuckled. “Me and you know strange. Stay sharp! Let’s see Gesler’s game plan for the winning touchdown first. Then, we will retreat or retrieve,” he stood upright with a smile.

Gesler stopped and reached over, opening one of two double glass doors that lead into the administration office suites as they entered into a nicely decorated business foyer.

The petite and pretty secretary stood upright from the office chair with a smile and a nod to Gesler, Armus, and Cassium. “Good morning to all! Welcome to Cure-all Science Medical Core. May I get ya’ll a cup of coffee, tea, soda, or a morning newspaper?”

Gesler smiled. “Good morning, Miss Welford. We are heading into the department meeting now. Please hold all verbal and audio messages for all the scientists, until I discharge us. Thank you!” Welford nodded in silence to Gesler and then reseated, resuming to type on the computer keyboard.

 

 

33rd floor conference room setting

 

 

Gesler spun around to face a new archway and led Armus and Cassium down another dark and poorly lighted corridor which was illuminated on the side walls with a single row of glowing artwork pieces that showed human anatomy body parts, genes, bones, and organs while he strolled ahead towards another set of double glass doors. He stopped and reached out, opening one of the double glass doors for the two new employees.

Armus and Cassium entered into the new room in silence and stopped a few feet from a round shaped conference room that stood within the middle of the floor. Three of the four walls were composed of solid glass windows. The western directional wall showed a tall and wide dead looking hill which was filled with scattered groups of homeless individuals and an associated homeless sleeping shed. The northern shiny glass windows displayed all the Hispanic people, who lived inside one of the three hotel-like tall buildings. The southern glass window presented all the African-Americans, who lived inside an individual bricked one or two story brick structures.

Cassium stood in place in front of the conference table and three walls, immediately shading her tender eyeballs from the bombardment array of blinking sunbeams, pointing with a free hand at the western window with a miff frown, “Dr. Gesler, I can’t…”

Gesler spun around with a smile and faced the open archway to see the short familiar female. “I am so sorry, Armus and Cassium. The meeting starts at noon time, not eleven o’clock, when we will join all the other scientists for the lunchtime meal. In the meantime, please allow Slivin to escort you around our prim facility while meeting each working scientists and viewing our state-of-the art equipment. Dr. Slivin, this is Dr. Armus Deme and his wife Dr. Cassium Deme. We reference only the last name plus the earned title as a professional courtesy, since all of our employees are either a medical physician or a doctoral of science within their field of study. In your case, you both have the same last names. Therefore, you will be addressed as Armus and Cassium. Is that alright with you, Armus and Cassium?” Cassium swung around with a smile to see the short woman along with Armus. Gesler nodded to Slivin. “Slivin, Armus and Cassium are our latest two recruits, who also are the creators of the Burn U allele program. We hoped to learn something new from them, after acquiring the Burn U software application and hardware. I was not able to talk with Dr. Bothea Rodan. But, it is alright. Armus is the current prime investigator on Burn U allele program. Slivin, would you please give them the royal tour of Cure-all Core?”

Slivin was a short and muscular built female with a black widow’s peak on the pale tinted forehead and displayed a black tinted pixie style hairdo. She nodded with a smirk without showing her teeth. “Ahem. Yes, sir. I would be happy to tour our work building. Please follow me, Armus and Cassium!” She back stepped into the hallway and turned to face the hallway, moving down the empty and dark tinted corridor. “We are sponsored by a group of caring billionaires. We possess the best teams of super smart scientists, servicing up super genes…”

Armus moved ahead with Cassium and then turned to face same dark hallway leaning with a smile and a whisper into her nose profile of Cassium. “Say that three times, super smart scientists servicing super genes. Super smart scientists servicing…”

She reached over and slapped his arm with a giggle and a whisper. “Hush, darling!”

For a short individual, Slivin raced around the outer hallway of glass windows between the closed office doors, pointing with a smirk and a flat monotone voice to each door. “Ahem. The top flooring is the office working suites with a full window view of the campus. Gesler’s office, my office, and your shared office space are located here. Gesler said that you will be working as one science team. Each office is equipped with a work station, a computer station, and daily amenities for your working day, including a private lavatory. There really isn’t much to view on the top thirty-three floor of the Cure. We should quickly dash around the carpet before heading downstairs into the security genetics laboratories. The purpose of our laboratories is to create a supergene. A supergene will cure multiple cancer cells and other types of genetically disorders and disease in the human body…”

Cassium turned and stared out the wall of glass windows which showed a bird’s eye view of the ground campus while seeing a scene of more ugly and horrible exhibitions of building and people rather than viewing it from the seat of the truck.

The rear lawns of each one-story building displayed only a plot of red clay dirt holding an array of rusty and abandoned vehicles, broken and scattered car body parts, and sets of individual rubber tires. There were streams of ground water puddles, where someone had turned on the watering hose, accumulating dirty circles of red mud. The naked young children splashed and played within the water puddles having a grand time of fun.

The rows of low green healthy plant bushes had been chopped and shredded by some type of sharp instrument which appeared both ugly and pitiful, where sets of scattered teenagers hung over the low bushes while drinking beer and soda cans and smoking cigarettes, e-cigarettes, and marijuana joints. A line of wooden rocking chairs stood on top of each slab underneath a rear back porch that were attached to each individual one story building, where a row of elderly relatives slowly rocked back and forth, drinking soda cans and gossiping with a set of moving lips.

Armus leaned over with a smile and a whisper into her cheekbone. “Or create a new species of bipedal monsters that can devourer three fat farm hens in one yummy bite,” he softly chuckled into her lavender smelling hair strands. She stared with a smile out the wall of glass windows.

Slivin raced ahead of both Armus and Cassium and went around the second corner of the top floor, saying in a flat monotone voice. “Ahem. Furthermore, the odd shaped chromosomes and the odd-numbered genes disrupt the meiotic cell structure either producing no offspring…”

“…or one weird-o child,” he chuckled. She continued to stare out the window with a smile.

Slivin spun around with a smirk and stopped in front of Armus and Cassium without showing any teeth in a monotone timber. “Ahem. Sir! Do you have a question or comment to add to my Cure-all Core lecture?”

Cassium slapped a hand over the grin and said with a flat tone too. “Please, lead us some more around the lower floors. The view of nature coming from the top level is very interesting to me.”

Armus raised an arm in the air and pointed to the ceiling with a goofy grin to Slivin. “I proclaim to find the survival of the fixed mutated gene. So, please store and remember my new working genetic theory!” He turned with a grin to see Cassium. She turned and giggled into his face.

Short Slivin swung around with a stern face and swiftly moved ahead, pointing the next the closed door with a flat monotone timber. “Ahem. This is Cutny’s office on your right…”

 

 

1:01 p.m.

31st floor level

Conference room setting

Hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

Cassium moved beside Armus as a professional geneticist, not a high school girly teen without a hand hold lock on her man into the conference room, stopping in front of the table. He reached out and pulled out the chair for his girl. She sat down with a stern face feeling depressed with the surrounding environment and anxious with her new working job.

Armus sat down next to Cassium and leaned over wrapping an arm around her chair while looking around the conference table at the other seasoned scientists, feeling excitement with his new work job also.

Gesler sat at the rounded table behind a solid wall of glass windows.

Cassium stared at Gesler and narrowing the eyelashes coming from a set of bright sunbeams while feeling more confused with a set of mixed emotions about her new full time employment within the new field of genetics. And she could barely see a facial feature like the nose, only an outline of a black tinted silhouette of a humanoid on Gesler, who sat in front of the solid wall of glass.

A tall and slender black silhouette of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair as the yellow tinted beams of natural sunlight rotated side to side when he shifted side to side inside the chair. His voice echoed with a firm tone at Cassium and Armus. “How was your facility tour, Armus and Cassium?”

Armus narrowed the eyelids with a chuckle and a grin at the dark shadowy outline of Gesler. “In the light, it was very sunlight bright throughout the facility, sir.” He noted that the split ray of yellow tinted beams of natural sunlight coming from wall of glass hid the complete facial features and body characteristics of Gesler and each other scientist too, making his acute eyesight impossible to make out any specific physical features like an eye socket or a nose hole or a lip curl. He was seeing a black tinted silhouette of each human lump of flesh looking very dark against the bright light sunlight.

Cassium looked down with a stern face at see her cupped hands inside the lap as the bright sunlight bothered her pair of sensitive eyesight inside the new conference room on the thirty-three floor of her new employer, “A little unnerving. Why are we located in the middle of…?”

“In the middle of what, Cassium?” The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair as his voice echoed inside the quiet room with firm tone directly at Cassium.

Cassium cleared a throat and looking up into the light, narrowing the eyelashes at the tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler. “Your office building seems to be…”

The tall and dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed into the quiet room with a firm tone. “This is an excellent place for a study of pure gene pool analysis, Cassium. There is not much gene variance or variety or mutations here. We also provide free housing, food trays, medical supplies, and other sundry items for each one of our subjects here within the depths of Birmingham, Alabama.”

The short and folded dark shadow of Slivin wavered with a head nod and as her voice echoed with a flat monotone at Cassium. “Ahem. The biomedical traits are very rich making us very blessed with the available groups of men and women around the campus.”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of annoyance at each dark shadowy scientist and the annoying set of blinding sunrays with a sour frown directly at the tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler. “So, I urge caution here. You cannot lump folks together like a colony of bumblebees.”

The tall and slender shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone to Cassium. “The Hispanics population is very susceptible to lung degeneration. To understand the genetic diseases of lung disease, we must map the mutation at the molecular level. The Hispanics experience both painful asthma and emphysema of the lung, a curable genetic matter. If we here at Cure-all Science Medical Core are very successful…”

Armus narrowed the eyelids with a smile and stared into the sunlight and at the tall and dark shadow of Gesler. “Luck…”

The short and folded dark shadow of Slivin wavered with a head nod and as her voice echoed with a flat tone to Armus. “Ahem. Luck does not exist, only intellect, sir.”

Armus chuckled at each wavering short or tall dark shadowy scientist, “O. It is a WASP!”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone at Armus. “I am sorry. Did you mention a specific word, Armus?”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered with a head nod and as her voice echoed with a flat monotone to Armus. “Ahem. He is referencing the white Anglo Saxon men, who have been found to possess a high degree of erectile dysfunction which leads to prostate cancer. Do you wish to contribution to my research study, Armus? You look like a WASP to me,” her short dark shadow wavered side to side with a chuckle with the other dark shadowy scientists.

Armus shook a skull with a miffed brow. “Naw! I’m Catholic. Thanks!”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed into the quiet room with a smooth tone at Cassium. “A tiny solo allele can lead to a gene mutation or a medical discovery, Cassium.”

Cassium stared at the tall and dark shadow of Gesler with a sour frown and a matching tone. “I recall the haplogroup of generalized Mexican population. They are a haplogroup mixture with ancestors, who had original from the countries of Mexico, Europe, and a bit of Africa. So, how can you combine them into one flat non-similar gene pool? That seems slightly unfair and unproductive usage of my time.”

“Honey,” Armus leaned over with a whisper and a smile into the eardrum of Cassium while patting on her kneecap.

The tall and slender shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “In the molecular definition, a haplogroup of people, with the same or very, very similar gene pool, share one or two common ancestors. The haplogroups are assigned with letters of the alphabetic which are back tracked thousands of years coming from their original ancestral geographical locations. In the field of genetics, we focus our scientific study on the Y-chromosome or Y-DNA for each particular researched haplogroup. We have learned that the Y-DNA is passed solely down the patrilineal line from a father to a son. And we also study the mitochondrial DNA or mtDNA which is passed down the matrilineal line from a mother to both a son and a daughter. In the current theory of genetics, scientists believe that the Y-DNA and mtDNA do not intermix, thus a gene mutation by chance is created at each generation. We have purposefully selected and attained a small band of one single haplogroup of common peoples here at Cure-all Core. In a large population, the rate of genetic drift for the common alleles is very high for a very small interbreeding people. Thus, the back traced geographical locations for the small band of people could yield either a bottleneck effect or a founder effect.”

Cassium continued to narrow the eyelashes from the blinding sunray and stared at the tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler. “A founder effect, in any tiny band of people, is not going to cure CF, MS, sickle-cell anemia, sir.”

The tall and dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side within the bright sunlight while blocking all of his facial features and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “Yes. I am afraid that I have confused you, Cassium. The limited and numbered subjects that I am referencing have been diagnosed with CF, MS, and sickle cell disease. You will see what I am talking about as you begin your personal research work. We follow the standard charting for the Y-DNA haplogroups from letter of A to the letter of K. The letter of A is backtracking the dominate alleles coming from the continent of Africa. The letter of C includes the Oceania islands including the continent of Australia and the island of New Zealand plus the other minor isles. The letter of E represents the Middle Eastern countries. The letter of F represented the continent of Asia. The letter of G is the entire continent of Europe. And finally, the letter of Q includes both of the American continents including the USA. For the mtDNA, the letter of L consists of the dominate females coming from the continent of Africa. The letter of M represents the Middle East sector. The letter of N is the entire continent of Asia. The letter of R is represented by the entire continent of Europe. The letter of D is again both of the American continents. And finally, the letter of E is the Oceania islands including the countries of Australia, New Zealand, and the rest of the minor ocean isles. We here at Cure-all Core follow the same genetic standards as the other geneticists, Cassium.”

He was short with a buzz cut, a tint of pale colored skin, a clean shaven face, and a set of bulky muscles and as the short and black silhouette sat on the other side of Gesler within the natural sunlight which blocked all the facial features from the eyeballs of both Armus and Cassium. The short and dark shadow wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a stern voice. “Welcome to Cure-all Core! I am Captain Cutny, but folks call me, Cutny. I possess a doctoral in genetics too. To add to Gesler information, the people move away from their homes and marry and then spread the genetic mutation throughout the family group, within the same gene pool of Hispanics. I agree. The Hispanics are peppered with the mixture batch of ancient ancestry coming from the Europeans, the Africans, and the Native Americans gene flow. And yet, the Hispanics still experience a lung disease, a common genetic trait. Throughout world history, invaders from the foreign lands of Roman General Augustus Caesar and his might Roman army have ravaged and raped both the lands and the ladies. And yet, the Hispanics retained their pure gene pool, because the gene pool of the pot is medically important, not the race. This is our first step in curing all individual regardless of race, sex, color, and…uh. What exactly is a creed?” His short and dark shadow wavered with a chuckle going side to side inside the chair.

Armus chuckled and chewed on each snack coming from a rear food table behind his skull while mouth spitting out a set of used food particles across the conference table, “I a-creed.”

Cassium reached over and slapped his kneecap for making a mess on her side of the table with a fake smile, “It is a profession of faith.”

The tall and dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “This is our goal of Cure-all Core. This is our mission to save lives. This is our science. This is our scientists. Let us observe world history going back a few thousand centuries. The Aztecs were a war-like people, who enjoyed invading the other social peaceful societies. They did not intermingle for fun. Mexico City was one of the largest cities within the Ancient World. They mated and married each other and then captured and killed their enemies as a ceremonial sacrifice. The Native American Indians are descendents of each other that share the same beliefs and the same folklore and the same appearance both physically and genetically. Then, why not place them in the same gene pool? This is our mission, Cassium. We are venturing forth to explore any and all identities of every single species of man or woman. The other scientists might not trust, believe, or abandon their genetic practices, but we do not walk in fear or ignorance. Our mission is to investigate and dive into the gene pool, going after all the hidden alleles. We surface the rouge waves, finding the distinct or common genetic material and perhaps save one single little child from a terminal disease.”

The set of short and tall dark shadowy figures of each scientist wavered side to side inside a chair and sounded with a set of hand applaud without a word, after the inspiring team speech of Gesler. However, both Armus and Cassium could not see a smile or a hand clap as the sunbeam of blinding yellow sunlight blocked the vision.

Cassium turned and frowned at the nose profile of Armus, who continued to clap and smile at each dark shadowy scientist. She clapped and turned with a sour frown, narrowing the eyelashes at Cutny, who was only a short and dark shadow that wiggled side to side inside the chair.

The short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered with head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a stern tone. “We use the new allele technology to identify the gene pool. Then, we segment the gene pool portioning out what alleles came from their original native homes of Europe, Native American, Africa, and forthright within the geographical place of their ancient ancestral birthplace. Thus, we eliminate all the nasty intermixed and mixed up genes which would form a pure allele. Then, we can back track the population movements, immigration, and specific ethnic group coming from their ethnic country, finding the same germs, viruses, and bacterium by chance or by luck which might could save one little kid from a terminal disease.” Each dark shadowy scientist wavered side to side with a head nod while sounding with a set of soft hand applauds again.

Cassium raised a hand into the air like a student in high school while narrowing the eyelashes at the tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler. “Wait! We’re supposed to be looking for a supercell gene, not the Garden of Eden or the cave of hell.”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered like head nod and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a chuckle. “Ahem. I am both fascinated and fantasized by our genetic output results, Cassium. And I would like to know the location of hell.” Each dark shadowy scientist wavered side to side with a head nod inside the chair while sounding with a set of chuckles.

One of the tall and fat dark shadowy scientists wavered side to side and as his voice echoed with a happy laugh, “Didn’t wanna.”

“Do wanna,” a tall and slender dark shadowy scientist wavered with a head nod side to side inside the chair and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a loud chuckle.

Cassium exhaled with a puff of frustration and narrowed the eyelashes at the tall and dark shadow of Gesler. “What about the Caribbean peoples?” The tall and dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair without speaking. She found it very difficult to see his body movements and his facial features with a set of bright sunbeams blinding her pair of eyeballs. She looked down with a sour frown to see the hand as the sunlight was burning her pair of retinas into dry toasted bread crumbs.

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “We do not stop at the borders of Miami, Florida or Settle, Washington, or Brownville, Texas, or Mobile, Alabama, or Portland, Maine, Cassium. Is that your implied question to me? We continue our research beyond any physical continent from North American to Asia to Australia to Azores Islands.”

Cassium looked up with a sour frown at the tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler, narrowing the eyelashes from the bright sunlight. “The Azores Islands are in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean near the country of Portugal. Why would we…?”

The tall and slender shadow of Gesler wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a soft chuckle. “Once upon a time, the world scientists thought that the Azores Islands was the secret ocean location which held the apex of the mythological Atlantis civilization.” Cassium turned and frowned at the nose profile of Armus as he reached out and squeezed her kneecap with love.

The short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a chuckle to Cassium. “A place of strange rouge ocean currents which currently causes sometimes the mysterious disappearance of a ship or an airplane that is the BT.”

Armus chuckled at each dark shadowy scientist. “A bacon and tomato, without the lettuce, I’m hungry again. I wanna place an order for two BT sandwiches. We didn’t tour the cafeteria today,” he ate and chewed on the snack during the afternoon work meeting with a grin.

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone to Cassium. “We travel beyond the physical continents on a pair of electronic wings with a set of biomedical traits, southern beaus and belles, here within the US State of Bama. In one scientific example, the medical condition of asthma is a lung function test which measures the volume of air that a person can expel in one second.”

Armus exhaled and inhaled with an open mouth for fun while making gross loud hooting sounds without any used food particles. Cassium reached over and slapped his kneecap from her annoyance. He chuckled out loud and then started to exhale and inhaled with through a set of two nostrils while sounding like a bull that was ready to charge its prey. She reached over and pinched his arm. He softly yelped with a chuckle and leaned over, cuddling Cassium with a smile of love.

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “The Cure-all Core datum consists of input datum coming from every single hospital, physician, and scientist to diagnose asthma and other lung and airway diseases that attack each Hispanic patient as another scientific example. The datum includes name, native country, age, gender, height, weight, name, eye color, hair color, and his mother’s social security number…”

Cassium gasped in alarm. “Do you…we at Cure-all Core here have a proper RRB approval letter for retaining his mother’s social security number? That’s part of the privacy information act that only a scientist uses and does not keep for eight long years and going beyond the star clusters.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered with a head nod inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a soft chuckle. “We are data mining the information, not accessing their US federal benefit package for a monthly check, Cassium. We have purchased all information like when we had purchased the Burn U super computer hardware and software. We own the data and can use it as we see fit. However, the demographical information of his mother’s social security number is just a computer field with a set of numbers. The real values are the chromosome mappings, the gene mutation charts, and the allele lettering sequence that will back trace for us a super gene for curing every single terminal child of man and womankind.”

Cassium nodded into the yellow tinted sunbeam and the dark shadow of Gesler with a stern face. “Yes, you’re very correct. I’m sorry for interrupting, Gesler.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered with a head nod inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “The exception, we do not label by race, because a Hispanic can possess a very dark or very light skin tone. Eye color is inherited from both the parents. If a person has a pair of blue eyes, then both parents have a dominant or recessive gene for blue eye color.”

Cassium cleared a throat to interrupt again as Armus reached over and squeezed her kneecap again with caution of love. She narrowed the eyelashes into the bright sunlight and at the dark shadow of Gesler. “I would like to point out eye color is a genetic trait, not a genetic mutation, sir.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “You are correct, Cassium. In our ancient world history, the Iberian Peninsula was a melting pot of many social and genetic cultures including the Phoenicians, Greeks, Celts, Romans, Goths, Moors, and the Jews. Therefore, as scientists, you will be working on five categories based on similar or like related human dominate physical features. The first ancestry haplogroup is African with a set of strong Negroid facial features. The Hispanics haplogroup all possess the rich coffee to light olive skin tinted tone. The Oceanians have weathered bronze skin tinted coloring. Europeans are fair skinned which includes the native Germans, French, Dutch, and British Anglo-Saxons. Years of research studies have documented and indicated that the Native American gene is closely related to the Hispanic gene pool. Therefore, they all are melted into the pot. The Native North and South Americans plus the Mexicans are all tossed in the same cooking pot,” his tall and slender dark shadow wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a soft chuckle. “And the Asians have a set of slanted eye sockets.”

The short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered with a head nod inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a stern tone at Cassium. “We approach each ethnical group as a melting pot of mixed genes both pure and mutated, thus a pot like cooking up supper on Sunday afternoon at grandma’s house. A person is called the subject. A population is called a pot. A race is not mentioned ever.”

Cassium shook the curls and narrowed the eyelashes into the bright sunlight with a sour frown and a matching tone. “A population is called a pot. Is that a pot of lucky or unlucky mini-gene-mutations? Pot luck is a cooking dish of something tossed into the stew. And then you hope it tastes good and doesn’t kill you dead.”

The short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a chuckle. “Cassium is a very clever girl.”

“Thanks!” she crossed the arms with a sour frown at the side wall while avoiding the bright sunbeams of yellow.

The short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a stern tone. “The pot is broken down into the DNA code by tracing the gene pool. Using blood samples…”

Cassium gasped. “Why does the Core-All company possess a set of blood specimens too?”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered like a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “In the United States, there are 5,903 hospitals. An average 300 bed hospital discharges 6,600 patients per year, treats 22,300 patients within the emergency department for urgent medical care. At the same time, a hospital provides outpatient services, for example, like a gall bladder operation or a kidney stone removal procedure. The average total of all outpatient patients that were treated and released from the emergency room totaled 17,400 patients. These average hospital statistics are collected in one single calendar year coming from the months of January to December. The attending physician will order on the patient a blood draw which is usually taken from the finger meat or the forearm skin or inside the neck vein for the needle puncture. To place your imagination into the present, Cure-all Science Medical Core has been established for ten long years. Last year, there were 39 million discharges coming from the established USA hospitals, alone.”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered with a head nod and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a flat monotone. “Ahem. And we have all of them.”

Cassium shook the curls with a gasp at the short and dark shadow of Slivin. “Some of these hospital discharges are re-admitted at a rate of twenty percent…”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “Yes, you are correct, Cassium. I would like to use a good example of re-admitted patients. Some discharges of patients, who also possess the sickle cell anemia genetic trait are re-admitted more than twenty percent of the medical treatment time. Therefore, you would multiple only one-sixteenth of 39 million discharges coming from every hospital within the USA in one calendar year of January to December. The total is 2,437,500. The total of 2,437,500 is multiplied by eight years. The grand total is about 19,500,000 blood protein specimen results which are all available within the Cure-all Core supercomputer database for all to see and study, finding a super gene for curing each and every genetic diseases and disorders know to man and womankind.”

Armus narrowed the eyelids in the bright sunlight with a sour frown at the dark shadow of Gesler. “Some of the emergency room admits are injury-related, not specifically disease-related which cannot…”

“Yes.” The short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a stern tone. “An emergency room visit even for an injury-related accident is going to require a blood draw, unless the guardian of the patient or the patient refuses the physician’s medical order. This does happen time to time.”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered with a head nod and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a flat monotone. “Ahem. We like to collect blood samplings which would provide a better DNA picture of the gene mutations, alleles, and chromosomes.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “The purpose of an allele is both to format and to formulate a gene cluster, where the original and not the present day gene pool might be birthed. This kinship of gene lineage goes beyond social, cultural, economic, and linguistic boundaries. The super computer has correlated the gene clusters in terms of statistically, mathematically, and genetically within the pot or the population which is based on each allele. For example, a person with a tone of light hair, a tone of light tinted skin, and a pair of blue eyes comes from a European allele within USA, maybe here in the US State of Alabama. Their ancestor traveled in a pair of bear skin boots coming from the country regions of England during the Ice Age and then carried the genetic mutation of cystic fibrosis, which is common within all descendents of Anglo Saxons. Cystic fibrosis is passed down from the parent to the child. In the field of genetics, the allele enables us to locate the geographical ancestry home of Moe and Moe’s parents and his grandparents and his aunts and his uncles, thus linking a gene frequency to a statistical number, not the race or the color of their skin tone.”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered with a nod head and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a flat monotone. “Ahem. Genetic diversity is a complex makeup of genes, DNA, alleles without viewing the physical appearances of each person. However, there are some subjective biomedical traits that are worth evaluating. The genetic link is the key to both the pot and the disorder for isolating and developing a supercell gene for curing all the genetic mutation and all genetic diseases.”

Cassium narrowed the eyelashes with a sour frown at the dark shadow of Slivin. “The allele program is one tool. The natural selection order is a second tool. Evolution is a third tool. Chromosome-counting is a fourth tool. The allele studies the genetic makeup of a person. But, one person can have millions of genetic markers within the allele code which can lead into dozens of foreign countries, where their family of ancient ancestors stomped around on a pair of naked toes. In your haplogroup example, the Hispanics can be traced to the Mayans, the Olmecs, the Aztecs, the Spaniards, and the pre-Columbian world of thousands of years of thousands of peoples. I don’t understand the reason for lumping people into one melting pot.”

Armus chuckled at the dark shadow of Slivin, “For a pot luck, honey,” He stood upright from the chair and spun around with a smile, moving back towards the buffet table on the entrance wall of the conference room for more snacks as a good hungry redneck.

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “The genetic disease is backtracked to the genetic geographical location and then the genetic gene mutation can be properly diagnosed which could lead to a proper medical treatment, Dr. Deme.”

Armus returned back from the buffet table and sat back down in the same chair, leaning over with a smile into her nose profile, reaching out, patting her kneecap underneath the table with a whisper, “That makes sense to me, darling!”

Cassium narrowed the eyelashes from the sun with a sour frown and a matching tone at the dark shadow of Gesler. “In the field of genetics, the definition or the example of a gene cluster within the USA country is comprised of Europeans, Native Americans, Africans, Hispanics, and…”

“…no aliens, thou,” the short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered side to side with a head nod and as his voice echoed with a loud chuckle. The other dark shadowy scientists plus Armus laughed out loud, not Cassium.

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone, “Exactly, Cassium! We want the specific gene cluster for the representation of a particular genetic disorder which also spreads and affects all the gene clusters throughout the world.”

The short and obese dark shadowy scientist wavered side to side inside the chair and as her voice sneered at Cassium. “I am Dr. Gonzalez and I proudly come from the melting pot of Hispanics. My child has the medical condition of asthma. I seek a cure for my little boy. Is that too much to ask here, Dr. Cassium? I am not finished. For the first time, science is linking a genetic ancestry to the genetic mutation. We all want for people not to suffer and then lead a happy productive life. Is not that our mission as a team of scientists and a group of biological parents, and the one-people, Cassium?”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of frustration and narrowed the eyelashes in the bright sunlight at the dark shadow of Dr. Gonzalez. “Yes. That is my personal mission and message too. This is why I became a geneticist.”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered with a head nod and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a flat monotone. “Ahem. This is the modern age of both science and invention. We, scientists should work diligently to find a cure for every disease and every disorder that a newborn could face from a life until a death on planet Earth. We, scientists are college educated to know the difference between a virus, a germ, a mutation, and a nonsense thought. This is pure nonsense as we speak against solving the aliments of mankind…”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of frustration and lifted an arm, blocking her sensitive eyeballs into the blinking sunlight. “We are all mini-gene-mutations of past, present, and future. We all carry around our specific ancestral genes for susceptibility of something past, present, future, and beyond.”

The short and obese dark shadow of Gonzalez wavered with a head nod and as her voice echoed with a sour tone. “I do not want to be a mini-gene-mutation. I want to become a pure allele of health for my family tree in the present and beyond, Dr. Cassium Deme.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “Once upon a time, the explorers all over the world thought that the globe was flat, until the sailing ships of Chris Columbus. Medical scientists thought that there were only two blood proteins of A and B. Now, a blood transfusion is blood type of A, B, or O coming from the donor to the recipient, which is not associated with a race or a geographical location. Race is a social category for a sociologist of social studies. We are geneticists. However, we cannot discount that different heritable illness usually come from a different race or a specific species that had resided or currently live within a specific geographical location.”

Cassium leaned over with a confused brow and a whisper into the nose profile of Armus. “What’s he saying?”

Armus looked down and chewed at the food plate instead of blinking bright sunlight. “Dunno.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “With that brief historical introduction here at Cure-all Core, as a group of tomcat and kitty-kitten curious scientists, I ask for your particular human body specimens, including one blood protein to be added into our massive database gene pool…”

“No.” Armus tossed both arms into the air and then protectively down wrapped one around Cassium, shaking a skull, narrowing the eyelids at the dark shadow of Gesler, “Absolutely not. Cassium and I will not be contributing to the worldly gene pool. And if that is a condition of employment, then we will resign our two positions, the here and the now, buddy.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered like a head nod inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “That will not be necessary, Drs. Deme. I am sorry for the misinterpretation, Armus and Cassium. The voluntary body part is only a simple request expanding our database and promised research here at Cure-all Core. I completely understand, if you forgo participation. My invitation is extended to any and all scientists around the conference table today.”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered like a head nod and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a flat monotone. “Ahem. I will volunteer an assortment of my body parts immediately.”

The tall and obese dark shadowy scientist wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a laugh, “Me, too!”

The short and skinny dark shadowy scientist wavered side to side inside the chair and as her voice echoed in the quiet room with a sweet tone. “I will, also.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “Our electronic gene pool will be happy to accept and zap all your body part hairs,” his tall and slender dark shadow continued to wiggle side to side and as his voice chuckled with the dark shadowy scientists, expect for Cassium and Armus. The voice of Gesler echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “Our gene pool is littered with mutations coming from mom and dad when they met, mated, and then married happily. My parents are happily married. Animals are birthed and then die by the natural selection order hundred percent of the time. The genetic drift is a mechanic of genetics, where one species inherits the same gene mutation over and over, again.”

“What’s he talking about?” Cassium leaned over with a puzzled brow and a whisper into the nose profile of Armus.

Armus looked down with a smile and picked up the food item from the plate. “Dunno. But, I like the brownies, thou. I rhymed in short time with my food song,” chewing.

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “What about the founder effect? The answer is. When a tiny population is founded on a tiny number of genes, almost a pure gene pool, there is no a gene variance or a gene mutation. The tiny population appears like each other, a pure phenotype. A genetic marker maps the genetic structure of a subject. A low genetic variation is more difficult to find within the gene cluster even using both our machine and our datum. A high genetic variation provides thousands of allele frequencies, coming from thousands of geographical location with millions of genetic markers…”

Cassium turned and stared at each dark shadowy scientist with a whisper and a puzzled brow into the nose profile of Armus. “That doesn’t make any sense to me, Armus.”

Armus leaned over and chewed the food within her hair strands. “Sh! I’m eating, not listening.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered side to side inside the chair and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “Thank you! Now, that our debate is finished…”

“What debate?” Cassium whispered with a puzzled brow into his nose profile.

Arums chewed and swallowed the food with a smile. “Dunno.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler lifted up a dark colored arm into the air as the long and his body wavered side to side inside the chair. His voice echoed in the quiet room with a chuckle. “I promise. We don’t have any chimpanzee species inside our datum. This is our first meeting of the genius minds after the installation of LACI. I am referencing the newest super computer that we have purchased from Birmingham University. The machine has been lovingly nicknamed Laboratory Allele Computer Investigation or LACI. Here at Cure-all Core, we go paperless, ya’ll,” his dark shadow wavered side to side with a head nod inside the chair with the other wiggling dark shadowy scientists and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a smooth tone. “Your personal office desk does not possess an ink pen or a number two wooden lead pencil or a single sheet of blank paper, lined or colored. You will record all your scientific notes and educated guesses either typing into an electronic file or by verbal communication with the other scientists for the debating discussion. We strongly encourage all correspondence and note taking be typed into LACI. That way, when there is a disappointment during hot wash session, the other scientists can assist. Your office desktop has access to LACI for your research study. I must explain that LACI is an interactive system. We are plugged into over 100,000 research sites throughout the world. We have a team of data miners inside the IT department that assist with each data request that comes from every scientist in the world, but you are the group of elite scientists. Your request will flow from bottom up towards the top for all and any data mining which you need to complete. If not, please let me know.

“This is our first official research cold wash session. A cold wash means the same thing as washing your dirty clothes in a pot of cold water, sometimes the stains do not come out. We discuss the newest developments of the day along with any problems from your particular research study. On every Friday morning, we will participate in a hot wash session, using the hot wash to remove all the residue dirt stains after a cold wash problem. Each scientist will present their latest discovery or their newest postulate. We, as a team, will not kindly critic your progress. At Cure-all Core, we believe that all great minds think differently. Now, I have explained the role of Cure-all Core. I would like for you to explain your personal work goal here in Cure-all Core. I would like to start on my left with Cutny.”

The short and dark shadow of Cutny wavered like a head nod inside the chair and as his voice echoed with a loud chuckle. “I am creating a super gene for the 3.1 million infected multiple scoliosis or MS patients.”

The short and dark shadow of Slivin wavered like a head nod inside the chair and as her voice echoed with a flat monotone. “Ahem. I am working on Hunter Syndrome. It is a serious genetic disorder which affects only a male. The X recessive gene interferes with the body’s ability to break down and recycle mucoploysacchrairdes. Hunter Syndrome builds up sugar in the human cells, which in turn, causes distinct un-presentable and undesirable sets of facial features plus a large head. Thank you!”

Cassium reached over and patted the kneecap of Armus with a smile into the blinding sunlight, turning to each dark shadowy scientist around the table. “Armus and I are going to cure cystic fibrosis or CF, a life-threatening genetic disease that affects the lungs. There are 30,000 children and 70,000 adults throughout the world that have genetically inherited CF. It is a defective gene and its protein product causes the subject to produce a set of thick sticky mucus. About 1,000 new CF cases are diagnosed every year by the age of two years old. Thanks!”

 

 

3:09 p.m.

Shared office space of Armus and Cassium

 

 

The first work meeting of the day ended. Each dark shadowy scientist exited the room with a real face and a real body, swiftly moving back to a private work office.

Cassium and Armus exited out the conference room without possessing an office space, moving side by side down an empty hallway while slowly strolling behind the back spine of Gesler towards their new office space. Gesler moved down the end of the corridor, through a wide open archway, and entered into a new office space, stopping, standing in the middle of the room, spinning around to see the two new employees with a smile. “The true gene cluster for the USA is composed of Africa, Eurasia, Oceania, Americans, Middle East, Asia, Europe…”

Armus moved through the wide archway with a smile and cuddled Cassium with a whisper into her cheekbone. “Look! This is a private company, not the US Federal Government, or a state of Alabama public university institution. The private sector likes to do things a little different, darling.”

“Guess so,” Cassium stopped a few feet into the new office space and shaded the eyelashes from the bright natural sunlight bombarding the walls and the carpet of new office space. Her eyeballs had not adjusted to the bright sunlight coming from the dark hallway. Armus moved ahead and stopped with a smile, standing in front of a wall of glass windows.

The ground level family units were all outdoors, grilling a set of raw food on top of an individual tiny and portal charcoal-fired iron grill as groups of young child played inside one or two colorful zoo-animal printed plastic baby-sized pools of water. The adults were cooking or toting a plate of cooked food indoors getting out of the ninety plus degree summertime heat in the month of July within Alabama. The teens were huddled around a grove of tall shade trees, drinking can of beer and smoking packs of cigarettes. The smoke drifted up and killed all healthy tree leaves.

Gesler turned with a chuckle and pointed with a smile to each individual office desk that was located on the opposite side of the room. “I set you apart while working together and being married. The center vertical wall of cherry wood nicely displays and houses a single computer monitor, a single keyboard, and all the hidden wiring for beauty. However, Armus has a desktop computer for his research work. Since, I know that both of you will want to spend time performing your individual work. The super computer is the host machine between you, two here inside the cherry wall paneling. Armus has a personal username for his work usage, but the supercomputer has to be assigned the primary access-feature, before he can really do any genetic research work,” he turned with a grin to see the back spine of Armus.

Cassium turned away from the glass of windows and moved ahead towards a vertical wall panel of solid cherry wood that stood three-fourth on one side of the large room, scooting around the wall and stopped, staring down at the office desk and the computer equipment. There was a black tinted metal computer tower, a matching keyboard, and a wide computer screen display like Bothea’s set up, without an ink pen, a wooden pencil, a stack of blank pages of papers, or a single notepad on the top of the cherry wood counter space. She exhaled with a puff of frustration and try to remember to purchase a notepad and a pencil at the local retail shop this afternoon, after her new work job. She always needed to doodle on a piece of paper for problem solving during school classes and now at her new work job. She sat down inside the cheap rolling chair without a padded seat, rolling side to side for fun with a giggle, reaching out, touching one of the buttons on the computer keyboard as the black screen illuminated in white light for her first work assignment.

In front of the wall of windows, Armus back stepped from the glass with a smile and spun around, moving ahead towards the stationary wall unit that housed Cassium, stopping, standing behind her hair skull and leaned down, kissing on her hair roots with a grunt of funny animal sounds as she continued to touch the keyboard keys with a gin and giggle.

Gesler stood in place between the wall unit and the office desk, staring with a smile at the two new employees. “Each username is your proper first name. You will see: Cassium. Your current password is your proper first name too. However, you will not be allowed to keep your password as your first name. Please change it accordingly for staying within our IT security rules. I know you are married, but we insist upon privacy issues, only with the computer technology, not each company touch. I am departing. If you have any questions or need any more information, you can step into my private office at anytime. My door is the first door on the left after the set of double doors on the main conference room.”

Cassium stood upright from the chair and back stepped into the open space of the room, turning to scan each wall and each piece of office furniture with a puzzled frown. “I don’t see a landline telephone unit on top of each work desk.”

Gesler moved ahead and stopped, handing two vanilla colored envelopes with a smile to Armus. Armus accepted the items and looked down to study the sealed paper. Gesler turned and smile at Cassium. “We encourage both a vocal and a verbal participation of teamwork. Teamwork is not accomplished by a series of telephone voice mail or a telephone messaging system. If you have a single or a multi-part question, then you can meet with me or any other scientist for an immediate face-to-face meeting. I and any of the other scientists would be happy to address. Your sign-on bonus checks are included inside your individual envelopes. Welcome to Cure-all Science Medical Core. Good luck, Cassium and Armus!” He spun around with a smile and left the shared office space of Armus and Cassium with a smile in silence, gently closing the office door for privacy.

Inside the office space, Cassium exhaled with a puff of annoyance and continued to scan the large oversized room with confusion. “I understand…”

“…not,” Armus ripped open each envelope with a chuckle, double checking each bonus check, studying some of the details of the employment benefits at Cure-all Science Medical Core which will be thoroughly read later tonight at home. He looked up with a smile and a nod slowly strolling around the large posh office space, “Thick rich carpet.”

“Lots of carpet burns,” Cassium spun around with a sour frown and sat back down at her work station, reaching out, typing in the username and the password to begin her genetics work with her new employer.

He turned with a smile and shaded the eyeballs from the bright sunlight that was burning the new carpet threads, “Wide sunny windows.”

“Lots of sun burns,” she successfully accessed the genetics application with her username and studied the menu with a stern face.

He moved ahead and stopped, reaching out, touching the smooth wood of the office desk with smile, “Long desk.”

“Lots of back strain,” she selected one of the menu options with a stern face and started typing on the key information on the keyboard of the new super computer.

He reached out and touched the black tinted computer devise with a grin, “New fancy computer.”

“Lots of wrist stain,” she continued to sit and type the input variables into the genetics application with a stern face.

He spun around with a grin and moved ahead towards the entrance wall with the door and stopped, pointing at each object a chuckle. “The entire entrance wall with the door and without any burning heat contains a set of nice paintings of ethnic artwork. There’s a pic of a group of hunters, who are showing off their straight pointy arrows in the nude which is not necessary aiming that arrow up towards the sky. There’s a second pic of a squad of UFO flying ships, since UFOs don’t bother to land on here on planet Earth as some smart technological advanced creatures of the Milky Way Galaxy. And there’s a pic of a great big pretty yellowish-pinkish-whitish meteor flying down to destroy and wipe out all the dinos on planet Earth. And I compliment the paint artist for getting the color scheme correct on every known Egyptian statue within this Egyptian landscape picture.”

“Whatever!” She leaned both shoulders and a face down into the computer screen, reading in silence and then typed on the keyboard computer while working on their shared genetics assignment of finding a cure for cystic fibrosis.

He slowly scooted down the wall and stopped, examining each colorful painting with a smile. “Why are you so fussy?”

“I don’t feel well.”

He back stepped from the last painting and spun around with a worried brow, moving ahead, scooting around the wall unit, and stopped. He knelt down at her cheap rolling chair. “You’re preg…nancy. Let’s go home and do the wild thing! You feel better, after our love session, I promise,” laughing.

She shook the curls while reading the new results on the computer screen. “I didn’t know, Arums. Some of that discussion sounded like pookie possum poo as my Grandmother Piston said when she was hunting for rabbits on her country farm,” she exhaled with a puff of frustration, pointing at the computer screen. “I have scanned all the CF research subject patients within the LACI main computer application. I must admit that the computer app runs really fast for a main frame computer system which is being accessed by one hundred thousand research sites with a science team of twenty or more workers. There are millions of genetic markers here on the screen.”

He stood upright from the floor with a smile and back stepped, slowly spinning around and moved ahead towards his work office desk which was located on the side wall on other side of the room. “The gene pool mirrors the ancestral origins which were scattered from here in Alabama to kingdom come, honey.”

“Detecting and isolating a specific marker which is coming out of the melting pop…pot…population of millions is crucial in finding the cure of CF, darling.”

He stopped with a smile and reached out, touching the posh oversized office chair with a nod, sliding down into the leather seat with a soft sigh. He slapped down the envelopes to the side and picked up the Cure-all Science Medical Core financial annual report which rested on top of the office desk while bypassing the daily newspaper and a small tray of chocolates, reading out loud to Cassium. “O rats! Billionaire A donated 155 million dollars to Cure-all Core. Billionaire B donated 102 million dollars to the Core. I do believe that these billionaires are challenging each other to waste their billions and billions of dollars. O little rats! We should’ve negotiated for another one million-dollar paycheck or two or five or twenty. Cure-all Core is loaded with tones of capital cash money funding,” he shook a skull down at the glossy report and continued to read each page in silence.

She continued to sit and type on the computer keyboard, reading the new result out loud to Armus. “Come and look at this, Armus! Within the Cure-all Core haplogroup Hispanics, the Y-chromosome breaks down into seventy percent European, twenty-five percent American, four percent African, and one percent Asia. The Y-chromosome has been back traced to Western and Eastern Europe, Siberia, both Americans, Central and South Western Asia, North Africa, and the Middle East. O my gosh! We are all kin to each other based on this weird Cure-all Core group category where everyone is huddled in a similar or a like related gene pool together in one boiling pot.”

“The world is really a great big cooking pot. Noah is our true earth-father, sweetheart.”

“The Hispanics allele countries include Sonora, Veracruz, Mexico, England, Spain, Italy, France, Sweden, Ireland, Russia, China, Japan, the Philippines, and Australia…”

“Within the Spanish language, the familiar words are chocolate, chili, coyote…”

“Are there any non-c words within your Spanish translation services?”

He looked up with a frown to see her nose profile across the room while she worked on the computer, “What non-c words?”

“Chocolate, chili, coyote start with the alphabetic letter of C.”

“You and the alphabet, I’m so glad that our daughter’s proper name begins with the letter of A for Alele,” he looked down with a smile and read the report in silence. “There are the original Spanish words, tomato and mosquito, which were adapted into the English language.”

“This computer model marks and maps both differences and similarities across all the continents. O my gosh! I have found one subject with an allele coming from the country of Mexico and across the Atlantic Ocean from the country of Azores Islands. This particular allele result makes me very nervous, Armus.”

“Each pot migrated from their original land during the Ice Age looking for food or starved the heck to death. Therefore, each pot language skill changed and then separate and then the original culture merged or died. The history of the pot luck ebbs and flows as the other pot lucks mate and marry. Or the other pot un-lucks fight and then die. Or the other pot un-fucks die without a child,” chuckling. “The Tower of Babel story is a good example of the genetic drift, darling.”

She exhaled with a puff of frustration at the new result on the computer screen. “It still seems a little impossible to me for one subject to have an ancestor coming from both land-locked Mexico and the open seas of Azores Island.”

“We are paid to find a super gene, not to analysis the presented data, darling.”

“CF is common within the Caucasian population. I refuse to use the term, pot. We are a people, a population, a populous, not a pot. The disease strikes one in 3,500 Caucasian newborns; one in 17,000 Africans, and one in 31,000 Asian. This here is some good information for our report which is next afternoon meeting on next Friday.”

Armus continued to flip and read through the financial report. “This is the day before our Fourth of July Holiday weekend. I ain’t doing nothing but playing with you, my American baby,” chuckling.

She exhaled with a puff of frustration and looked down at the empty work station counter. “I need a piece of paper,” she rolled backwards from the wall unit and stopped in front of her empty office desk without a landline telephone or a writing instrument or a single drawer, returning back to the computer screen with a shout out loud. “Okay! Remember all this information that I am reading out loud to you, dear.”

“Okay,” he continued to read the report and sat back, placing a pair of boot toes on top of the new office desk.

“CF is diagnosed with a sweat test at birth. Ultimately, a lung transplant is necessary for each CF patient. Chloride is a common salt which is found within your outer body sweat. The regulate flow of chloride ions control the movement of water inside your body tissues for the production of free flowing mucus inside your body. A gene mutation of chloride transports a negative ion in and out of the cell inside your body and then your strains of mucus come along and clog up the breathing airways of your twin lungs. Both the parents are the carriers of the mutation gene, thus carrying an autosomal recession condition and then pass it down to the newborn. A child with CF possesses salty tasting skin, poor growth, poor weight gain, and frequent chest infections plus coughing and shortness of breath. As the child grows, she must exercise, releasing the mucus buildup inside her lung passages. And vitamin K is absorbed from breast milk and baby formula.”

He looked up and pitched the glossy financial report onto the desk surface, reaching over, grabbing the daily newspaper with a smile and flipped around the pages to the sports page. “Are you going to breast feed the baby? I demand it.”

“Yes, darling, I am. The CF child is sensitive to vitamin K disorder, because the vitamin does not cross into the placenta of the mother-to-be.”

He read the newspaper with a chuckle. “Can we keep your placenta for some fun research at home inside the frig?”

“No, sweetheart, we will not do that for any fun. The CF child experiences fever, poor nasal drainage, and headaches too. Cardio-respiratory complications are the leading cause of death in each sickly patient. The CF child has increased amounts of sodium and chloride within their sweat but not the mouth saliva or the nose mucus. I see lots of blood collection tests here. Why did you axe our blood donation into the Cure-all Core specimen database? Our genes can live on forever, darling.”

He looked up with a sour frown and pointed at her nose profile across the room. “You are preg…nancy. Period! You keep all your blood flow going directly into our growing fetus Alele. Period!” He slapped a chest with a grin and a nod. “I am a chicken shit. Period!” He looked down with a chuckle to read the newspaper again.

She frowned at the computer screen. “A blood analyze will screen for the common gene markers, exposing a few new mutations within the gene pool. Why are you against a blood draw, Armus? Every blood smear reveals a negative result. This is why we are in the field of genetics to find a cure for all types of genetic diseases of CF.”

He continued to read the newspaper with a smile. “I don’t wanna hurt my arm with a needle puncture. Blood hurts like when love goes wrong.”

She smiled at the computer screen. “It doesn’t hurt like when you donated your body parts for Bothea’s genetic research project.”

“Naw.”

“Yeah.”

“Naw.”

She frowned at the computer screen. “Yes. You did, Armus. I recalled inside Granth’s hotel ballroom. Bothea told Granth that all her research employees plus all the graduate research students were required to donate body parts.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did so.”

“I substituted my body pieces,” he read the newspaper with a chuckle.

She shook the curls with a grin and a giggle at the computer screen. “How can you substitute your body pieces?”

He looked up with a grin to see the ceiling. “Let’s see!” He looked down with a snigger to see her nose profile across the room at the work desk. “The hair curls came from Louise’s private work desk. The swabs of mouth spit, the ear wax, the nose snot came from various physical places. Honestly, I can’t recall where each gently swish of the cotton swab had landed. But, I used the washing sink, the shitting toilet seat, and pissing urinal…”

“No!” She placed a face down into both of palms, shaking the curls with a giggle and a grin. “Please stop! My imagination is vomiting.”

He chuckled with a nod. “The white toe lint was a tea tiny sliver of both shredded and spit-dried cotton white paper towels coming from the men’s bathroom dispenser. What’s left? Hair. Nose. Mouth. Ear. Toe. Nail. O rats! I scouted the genetics laboratory, while the worker bees were eating their free boxes of lunch. I borrowed…”

She swiftly rolled the chair backwards and turned with a smile to see Armus, shaking the curls. “You borrowed a fingernail specimen from the testing dish inside the genetics lab coming from another subject participate.”

“He or she was paid with real cash money, the five hundred dollars. The specimen was purchased, actually. And it was just lying there not used and looking really brown and ugly. This particular participate donated several samples of fingernails which was probably his entire ten finger set, since guys are really stupid, because they didn’t read the typed paper instructions first,” he chuckled.

She rolled the eyeballs and then returned back to see Armus. “I have to know. You donated a piece of butthole specimen into Bothea’s research project.”

He smiled. “O yeah! I did. Guys are also ugly shitters inside the men’s bathroom. That’s why the johns are cleaned six times or more per day. I found a public hair…”

“Stop! No!” She looked down and covered a face with both palms, shaking the curls with a giggle. “Stop! I get it. I understand it all.”

He shook a skull with a laugh. “Naw! You don’t understand, honey. I didn’t pick it up with my hands, babe. That is both gross and unsanitary. I used one of them little tiny empty plastic bags. It was a sucker to maneuver that single public hair into that tea tiny plastic opening. But, I did it. I selected and borrowed all my body pieces for Bothea’s research study and then presented the specimen tray to Louise.”

She looked up with a sour frown and shook the curls at Armus. “And you have contaminated the datum set, Armus. Which specimen box are you? We have to destroy first and then eliminate second all your invalid and inaccurate silly specimens from the allele pot.”

“You said pot…”

She gasped in shock. “O my gosh! What is the number of your specific Burn U specimen box, Armus?” She turned to face the wall unit and rolled the chair into the edge, typing with a stern face on the computer keyboard into LACI main frame while scanning the list of Burn U specimens.

“It doesn’t matter, Cassium. Most likely, my results are way off the standard chart or the valid specimens coming from Louise and couples of the researchers are being duplicated. There are always contaminates within the mixture of any database. This one is very, very tiny.”

She frowned at the computer screen. “Why did you become a geneticist, if you didn’t follow the rules, Armus?”

He shook a skull at her nose profile with a frown. “I became a professor at Burn U to teach the easy subject of evolution for the rest of my days and then retire on the State of Alabama’s pension plan at the young age of fifty years old. So, I could goof around and do nothing but play golf or go pond fish. Then, Eugene, Bothea, Granth, and you came along and interfered in my long term academic dream, but I’m glad you came along, darling. I love you good,” smiling.

She exhaled with a puff of frustration and typed on the keyboard while staring with a yell at the computer screen. “Go and get to work, silly man!”

He stared at her nose profile with a smile. “I love you greater.”

She continued to type on the computer keyboard and stare with a stern face at the new result of the computer screen. “Any gene therapy treatment of CF is going to involve an array of medical antibiotics, you know, drug medications. A blood test is required to measure the precise antibiotics within the CF child, so the treatment can be adjusted for their lifestyle daily activities. Okay. Here’s the data we need. In the countries of the US and Canada, the average age of death is about forty years of age. In the country of Russia, the average age of death is twenty-five years old, due to lack of clinical medicines. The Y-chromosome shows the allele pattern of ninety-seven percent of Europeans and .01 percent in African and .01 percent Hispanics and .01 percent in Asians. The world nations include the USA. Yeehaw! Canada, Ireland, England, France, Scotland, Germany, Switzerland, Finland, Denmark, Sweden…”

“CF is a rare disease and the most widespread life shortening genetic disease on the planet,” he exhaled with a huff of annoyance while looking down to read the daily newspaper. “Why did you pick the genetic disease of cystic fibrosis, darling?”

“CF hits both girls and boys, equally. We’re having a baby. One in 3,500 newborns are diagnosed with CF. I wanna help that one single solo baby, Armus. This is interesting. As I scan through the massive database, there are not only numbers, values, gene charts, human anatomy reference, but hand written and typed medical articles and assorted clippings of social literature. I have found a piece of handwritten literature coming from eighteenth century within the country of Germany. The literature describes: Woe to the child, who tastes salty from a kiss on the brow, his is cursed to die. That piece of horror nursery rhyme associates the salt loss in the CF child with the set of inherited gene mutation. O my gosh! Years ago, the biological parents knew about the deadly fate of their little baby but couldn’t do anything to prevent the terrible tragic death of the child. This is why I became a geneticist, Armus. And this is why you are becoming one with me too.”

Armus continued to read the newspaper. “Okay. What can I do to help, honey? What’s the fixation index in the CF pot?”

She smiled at the screen, “Population, the word is population. So, quit using that stupid term within my eardrums. The fixation index value is zero.”

He looked up with a chuckle and wiggled both eyebrows at her nose profile across the room. “So, the pot is freely interbreeding which is greatly re-producing more mini-gene-mutations.”

“The CF gene mutation is 52,000 years old like the sickle cell gene mutation. The biological parents are the carriers of CF gene mutation inside the human body as a resistant of a cholera outbreak during the ancient times within the country of England. Once their ancestral population migrated from the cholera-prone lands of England, then the mutated gene became the number one enemy of its host or hostess. This is like the sickle cell anemia disease which protected people from malaria, yesteryears ago. Now, a person with sickle cell anemia will die as the mutated gene doesn’t have anything to attack on anymore.”

He looked down and flipped the page of the newspaper. “Go and attack the chromosome sex! The CF gene mutation lives there in the long arm which is known as the tiny letter of Q. Why is the q-arm called the letter of Q which is different from the letter of P for the p-arm?”

She typed and stared at the computer screen. “The p-arm is the petite leg. The q-arm is the longer one. Did you really study and pass your all of the genetic tests, Armus? French researcher Dr. Jean-Luc Picard and British scientist Professor Stan Qed, Junior in the genetics world named the legs of the chromosome, after themselves. Picard starts with the letter of P and Qed starts with the letter of Q. Years later, the two working scientists shorten it all to the letter of P and the letter of Q. Okay. Chromosome seven is one of the twenty-three pairs of a human with 159 million base pairs within the DNA. Chromosome seven represents 5.5 percent of the total DNA within a human body. The CF gene mutation is found on the long arm of letter Q at the location of thirty-one. Good job, honey! Chromosome seven mutations lead to some major health problems consisting of cystic fibrosis, mental disorders, skeletal abnormalities, and delayed speech. Yeah! Come and look at the shading and patterns, darling. The p-arm shows a shading pattern of white, black, black, white, gray, white, gray, and gray. The q-arm is white, grey, white, black, gray, white, red, gray, and white. What is this telling me?”

Armus reached up and slapped the newspaper down on top of the desk surface with a smile, standing upright from the stationary office chair, back stepping from the table and then moved ahead towards Cassium with a smile. He stopped and stood over her hair roots with a grin, staring at the computer screen, “Farting nothing! We know that chloride is a protein present in the amylase enzyme.”

“You did study your scientific college textbooks, just once.”

He nodded with a smile. “Cystic fibrosis affects the lungs with an abnormal transportation of the two proteins chloride and sodium which lead to the thick secretions of mucus inside the lungs. So, we search the computer and find another protein that is missing in each CF research subject within chromosome seven. Then, we have our first start for finding a super gene to defeat and kill CF for every kid on planet Earth.”

She typed on the keyboard and stared with a smile at the computer screen. “That’s a good idea, honey. I’m typing in the request and pressing the button. Now, the computer screen is locked,” she tapped on the computer keyboard with a confused brow. “I’m locked out.”

He chuckled with a nod. “Good! The computer is thinking and working for us,” he leaned down and kissed the top of her hair roots, standing upright with a smile. “Let’s go to the bank and deposit our money checks. Then, we go and buy you a cell phone with all the bells and whistles for me tracking your, sometimes, naked butt. Then, we go and buy that historical civil war mansion that you wanna live in forever. And then, we go and buy the baby furniture and our bedroom suite or at least a really nice cushy bed mattress for our afternoon love-making. Then finally, we spend the night inside our new mansion, tonight, darling.”

She scooted out the cheap rolling chair and spun around with a smile from the work station, cuddling in his chest with a giggle, looking back over a collar bone to see the computer screen. “What about our new job and our new genetics work?”

He back stepped with a chuckle and pulled her away from the wall unit with a smile, cuddling her into his side, moving them towards the closed door. “The computer is doing all our work, honey. We report our findings next week on Friday afternoon like Gesler has ordered. This is the start of our long Fourth of July holiday weekend, darling,” he leaned over and kissed her cheekbone, pulling back with a smile of happiness with his new life.

 

 

Six days later

Friday July 9th

 

 

9:02 a.m.

Cure-all Science Medical Core location

Shared office space of Armus and Cassium

Hot sizzling temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

Cassium sat in the cheap rolling chair behind the cherry tinted wall unit and typed on the computer keyboard with a sour frown at the computer screen. “I need help with our presentation to Gesler and the other scientists for this afternoon, honey.”

Armus sat back in the stationary chair and continued to read the local newspaper in front of a sour frown. “Why’s the meeting in the early afternoon and in that hot sizzling glass room, where I can’t see anyone’s face but yours, darling?”

“Mine is the only face you should be staring at, sugar.”

He chuckled at the sports page of the newspaper. “Yeah! I only see you and Alele, love.” He folded the newspaper in the air with a smile and slapped it down on top of the writing desk surface, turning to face the computer screen, leaning forward and typed on the computer keyboard. “I’m locked out.” He heard silence within the shared office space from Cassium. “I’m locked out. You control my access into the LACI portal, honey. Open up for me and lemme inside for some sexy fun, honey,” he chuckled at the sexy joke.

She exited from the menu and then typed in his access code on the keyboard with a stern face, staring at the computer screen. “You’re inside with me now, darling,” she giggled at the sexy joke.

He typed on the keyboard and stared at the computer screen. “I see colorful maps of islands, deserts, mountains, forests and not a single sea monster or an outer space alien present. Good job, sweetheart! But, I wouldn’t use too many special computer colorful effects. I don’t see Cut and Slice as a pair of swift bot geeks.”

She giggled at the computer screen, “What is Cut and Slice?”

“Cutny and Slivin, their pair of real names cry out for a nasty personal wickedly made-up nickname along with their stiff short sour personalities,” he chuckled at the computer screen.

She lifted both arms into the air in frustration and stared with a sour frown at the computer screen, “The genetic and the genetic clusters and markers are all the same. I don’t see any variance here.”

He stood upright from the stationary chair with a smile and back stepped from the computer, moving across the room towards cherry wall unit and stopped, standing behind her hairy skull with a grin. “Okay! Let’s do it backwards. Let’s look at the bottom of the barrel for the lingering two or three pure rain drops coming down from the cloudy sky. Go down to the bottom of the electronic file! Tell me! What do you see down there?” He crossed both arms and stared with a stern face at her computer screen.

She typed on the keyboard and then stopped, reading out loud the information from the computer screen. “All four million CF subjects are missing the proteins of chloride, sodium, and iodide. This is the newest discovery. The iodide genetic marker is valued around four million too,” she jabbed a finger at the screen with a smile and a nod. “We are ready for the hot wash session and my presentation at two o’clock,” she stood upright with a smile and spun around, leaning over, kissing his face and pulled back with a wink and a giggle, shaking her hips.

 

 

2:02 p.m.

31st conference room setting

Hot temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

Armus and Cassium entered the room where all the other scientists were present and sitting. He escorted her to the chair, pulling it off for his girlfriend. She sat down with a smile. He sat down next to her and leaned over with a smile and whisper into her nose profile. “Gizzard’s happy at two in the afternoon with his cup of steaming coffee.”

The dark folded shadow of Gesler sat at the head of the square table like the last meeting and his voice echoed into the quiet room. “Good afternoon, scientists! Who would like to go first with your hot wash report of your genetic research work, so far?”

Cassium wiggled side to side with excitement and cleared a throat for attention, cupping the hands into the lap like a southern belle, saying with a smile and a nod to each scientist around the table, even though she could only see dark shadows of outlined figures. “We have found and located the CF gene mutation on the q-arm in the location position of thirty-one. We queried LACI finding the absence of chloride, sodium, and iodide. Since, all living cells replicate over and over again both their healthy and their mutated cells with these same missing minerals, I recommend gene therapy as a simple cure for CF. The mutated gene in chromosome seven will replace all the affected body cells with a normal copy of healthy genes which will produce a series of functional chloride ions. Thus, the CF child is cured.”

The short and folded dark shadow of Slivin wavered side to side inside the chair and as her voice sounded with a sneer into the quiet room at Cassium. “All medical physicians and clinical geneticists know that a lung transplant is needed for the CF child to survive. We know that scientists have experienced with the plantation of mammal lung meat into a human lung.”

“Mammal lung meat? That term doesn’t taste or sound right, doc,” Armus reached over and slapped the kneecap of Cassium underneath the table with a chuckle and a smile.

Cassium pursed the lips. “However, the method was inefficient and ineffective to both the animal and host. They died…”

The short and folded dark shadow of Cutny wiggled side to side inside the chair and as his voice sounded with a firm tone inside the quiet room at Cassium too. “Thus, the host’s gene suppression function did not activate or repair the affected CF cells within the DNA meat.”

“Meat ain’t the right genetic term here, folks.” Armus chuckled and chewed while mouth spitting out a set of used snacks over the food plate and the conference table that came from the food table in the rear of the conference room. Cassium reached over and slapped his kneecap while staring at the dark shadow of Cutny. Armus continued to chew and chuckle again.

The short folded and dark shadow of Slivin wavered side to side inside the chair, lifting up a black tinted colored arm and as her voice snorted in the quiet room at Cassium. “Ahem. One of CF gene mutations out of the 1,600 gene mutations has already been identified besides chloride, sodium, and iodide. The loss of the amino acid phenylalanine at the 508th position on that particular protein is one the major investigative research projects throughout the world, Dr. Deme. Inside q31, there are over 1,480 amino acids both non-identified and non-mapped for future research investigation by any or all competent geneticists, Dr. Deme. I would suggest, starting with the biggest amino acid phenylalanine and work your way down into the meat of q31, Dr. Deme.”

The short folded and dark shadow of Cutny wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed in the quiet room with a firm tone at Cassium. “Over ninety percent of the CF patients displayed that particular absence of the amino acid phenylalanine. A human possesses two working copies of alleles or thirty pairs. When an allele cannot transfer the protein, the CF subject develops CF which makes it an autosomal recessive disease.”

The tall and slender dark shadow of Gesler wavered with a head nod and as his voice echoed with a serious tone inside the quiet room at Cassium. “I believe that this has been a very good hot wash for both Armus and Cassium. We should move along around the table,” the tall and slender dark shadow slightly turned to the side and as his voice sounded smooth. “Cutny, please presentation your findings!” Armus wiped off both hands from the food residue and leaned over wrapped an arm around the shoulders of Cassium, pulling her into a chest with a soft whisper of caring words into her eardrum. Cassium looked down with a sad face to see her cupped hands feeling the raw emotions of sadness, disappointment, and embarrassment while holding back sobs and tears of defeat.

 

 

Saturday July 10th

 

 

6:03 p.m.

Share home of Armus and Cassium

(9 miles south of Cure-All)

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Armus and Cassium had finished the dinner meal and slowly left the kitchen while holding hands of love. She was still upset about the work reprimand from her co-workers this afternoon. But Armus was tickling and cuddling her body making his girl laugh and smile.

The rotten wood on the front door sounded out loud with a heavy knock.

Armus released her hand and jogged towards the front door, stopping and opened it with a smile and a chuckle. “Welcome, mini-mini-gene-mutations!” He back stepped from the open archway and kicked away a set of fallen rotten wooden pieces from the foot pathway of the pair of advancing shoe soles.

The parents of Cassium slowly moved inside the open entrance hall of the antebellum mansion. Her mother entered first and slowed the pace while scanning the room with a sour frown. “I thought that when you said to greet your car at the end of the city street Springs Avenue, I assumed that we were meeting you for an escort towards your new apartment complex, Cassium. We were worried when you didn’t come up for the Fourth of July weekend at our home in Huntsville. Do you own this mansion?”

Armus back stepped and hugged Cassium, standing in place with a smile and a nod to her parents. “Yes ma’am.” Her mom and dad stopped together and stood side by side in the middle of the naked entrance hall, scanning the room with a pair of bugled eyeballs.

Armus and Cassium were very conservative with the new nest egg of cash monies. They had not re-decorated any of the rooms yet inside the old and run-down antebellum mansion. So, the entrance hall was naked. But, the living room was shiny with a set of bright overhead artificial lamps and smelled good like fresh squeezed fruit lemons, compliments of the new cleaning maid service.

Cassium had hired the maid service yesterday.

Cassium grinned and cuddled with Armus while feeling nervous, standing in front of the curved archway which led into a grand living room.

Armus leaned down with smile and a whisper into her cheekbone. “Do you think Alele will be a mini mini-gene-mutation like each one of your parents? I hope not. Since, there’re a couple of shorties kinda like a mama and a daddy pair of ponies. Do you like ponies? They bite, but I bite back, too. We should get a baby pony for Alele as a birth born gift. There’re miles of grass sod for some good pony turds too fertilize. Then I won’t have to mow the crap.” Cassium continued to stare with a giggle at her parents. He stared with a puzzled frown at her parents also. “Are you certain that you’re their true biological daughter?”

Cassium reached over and slapped his chest with a giggle while ignoring his sick humor. “Mama, Daddy, this is my husband Armus.”

Her mother frowned at Cassium and then to Armus, “Husband!” Armus grinned with a nod to his new mother-in-law.

Her father frowned at Cassium and then to Armus, “Husband!” Armus turned with a grin and a nod to his new father-in-law.

Cassium reached out and extended a tiny box to her mother with a giggle and a smile. “And this is our baby.”

“Baby!” Her mother accepted the tiny plastic box which held Cassium’s pee that showed a pink color line with a baby confirmation.

“Baby!” Her father cuddled into the nose profile of his wife, seeing the pink color line with a baby confirmation down into the tiny plastic box too.

Armus nodded with a grin. “We’re both proudly married and tickled pink with pregnancy.” Cassium exhaled with a puff of worry and cuddling closer into his chest with a smile.

Her mother dropped open and closed the mouth, reaching out, handing back the tiny box to Cassium. Her daughter accepted the plastic box with a smile and back stepped with Armus from her parents. They spun around from the foyer and the front door, entering into the living room, pointing down at a new long sofa in the middle of the large room. There was a new gigantic television screen which was powered down in front of an old ratty brown colored lounge chair. The long sofa was perpendicular to the television device for watching any type of entertainment program also. Cassium strolled with Armus towards the single chair with a smile. “We can talk inside the living room.”

Her father cuddled his wife and followed behind the back spine of Cassium and Armus, sitting down on top of a new long sofa while scanning the room with a pair of eyeballs in silence. The living room held a cathedral ceiling and a side wall of glass windows with a pair of two sets of French doors that led down into a dirty patio of dead flower garden and a rusty empty swimming pool. The other three walls were bare with ugly peeling paint along with the bare naked wooden floor.

Cassium and Armus had purchased a new long sofa, a plasma television screen for the living room and a new king-sized bed set for the master bedroom. The old ratty lounge chair came from his old apartment residence.

Armus sat down first inside the ratty chair. Cassium leaned down and sat on top of Armus inside the same ratty lounge chair with a giggle while feeling nervousness and excitement about her parents, her baby, and her future. He slid over to the side and cuddled Cassium while patting her arm, staring at her parents. She giggled and wiggled side to side while staring at her parents with a smile. “We need to update the backyard. We purchased the house on Thursday afternoon. The family was more than willing to depart with the home. The house had been on the real estate selling market for two years and some odd days. The concrete foundation and concrete walls are sound and good. We got an inspector to look over the building, but he had done it three times before, when three previous owners reneged on the home purchase. The living room is bare right now. We’re taking our time to redecorate…”

“Cassium, you are going to have a baby.” Her mother exhaled with a puff of frustration and continued to stare with a sour frown at her daughter, “A baby! Do you even understand the responsibility of a newborn? And you…you sit there and take about redecorating ideas in…in a one million-dollar old civil war antebellum mansion. When is the baby due?”

“I…” stumbled with an answer.

Armus patted her arm with a nod and a smile at the mom of Cassium. “Our baby is due on the fourth of March which is next year, ma’am, I’m so proud to be a new daddy and happy to join your family…”

“What?” Her mother shook the curls and exhaled with a puff of disappointment with a sour frown and a sour tone at Cassium. “You wanna join our family. I must say that I am not happy at all with any of this shocking news. You…you go off on a science conference from Birmingham, jetting throughout Europe and then can back here both married and pregnant. What has got into your head, young lady? You owe…”

“I…” stumbled with the sentence.

Her mother exhaled with a puff of worry. “Who…who is going to take care of the baby? You have a job, I guess. I can’t drive down here and care for an infant in Birmingham…”

“I…” stumbled with the sentence.

“I’m interviewing for a job tomorrow. A baby is lots of work, Cassium,” her mother turned with a sour frown and scanned the empty living room, returning back to see her daughter. “A baby needs lots of baby items, such like, a crib, a playpen, a high chair, a walker. We gave away all your baby furniture a couple of years ago, when you started working on your PhD, when you couldn’t find a job. You decided to go back to school and study. We supported that idea. We thought…”

Cassium stood upright from the lap of Armus with a sour frown in angry and hurt. “Mama, my debt is my personal business. My life is my personal affair. My husband is my personal happiness. And my baby is my personal joy.”

Armus stood upright from the chair and cuddled Cassium with a nod and a smile to see her parents. “We’re both happy and healthy mature adults, ma’am. We both want ya’ll to share in our twice blessed bundle of joy, too, sir.”

Her mother frowned at Cassium. “Do you have a day care facility lined up for the newborn infant? You must work to pay for the baby food, the baby crib, the big house, the two cars, and the one hundred thousand dollars of student loan debt coming from your earned doctoral, Dr. Cassium.”

Her father shook a skull with a sour frown and a matching tone, “Cassium, I’m glad that you found happiness, but you should’ve consulted with us, first. We are your parents, first. We have guided your entire life, since you were a baby, first. We expected you to follow our proper protocol…”

Cassium stomped a naked foot with a lady sneer, “I was expected to follow your proper protocol for happiness. Where is that housed inside your head or inside your heart or inside your back pocket? I’m almost thirty years old. I have a loving husband. I have a wonderful house. I have a degree in genetics. I have a career in genetics. Millions of women have husbands, careers, and babies all at the same time, Mama. Now, I’m one of them. I’m just another average ‘Jane’ in the working world, Daddy. What in the world is wrong with that perfect picture in America, USA?”

Her mother stood upright from the sofa and spun around from Cassium, moving ahead towards the open front door with a miffed brow. “Cassium, there’s nothing wrong with a husband, a career, and a baby all at the same time. Goodness! I did the same thing and all the same time, too. I just thought…”

Her father stood upright from the sofa and followed behind the back spine of his wife, moving towards the open archway with a sour frown and a matching tone also. “You should have planned a little better, Cassium. Your mother and I were not expecting to become a set of old grandparents at this young time within our busy lives and not next year either, maybe ten years from now. We have our own plans of retirement and travel. We finally get you out of college and then you ruin our personal plans. You always think of yourself, Cassium, always. Like when, you didn’t attend and study for your freshman classes and then lost your free paid college scholarship. Your mother and I had to pay for your education out of our pockets…”

“…like a set of loving parents do for their biological child,” Cassium sneered at the back spine of each parents while dashing behind a butthole in angry. Her mother and father stopped and spun around, standing inside the open archway of the front door a sour frown, staring in silence at her daughter. Cassium stopped with Armus and exhaled with a puff of disappointment with a fake smile and a heavy heart. “I’m so sorry that I have ruined your free time, Mama and Daddy. I just hope you can feel one tea tiny ounce of happiness for me, because I’m very happiness. Armus makes me happy. Our baby makes me happier. Look…”

A tall and angry Armus released Cassium and then raced ahead towards her parents as they back pedaled from the open archway with a shocked facial expression of fear, moving backwards over the flat front porch towards their parked car in the driveway. He gritted the teeth in both frustration and angry. “Lookie! Lookie! I’m closing my front door. Bye, ya’ll! Don’t come back at all until we invite, ya’ll!” He slammed the front door shut with a loud boom as a set of rotten wood departed from the door and dropped down onto the clean floor. “Not!” Cassium burst into sobs and tears. He spun around with a worried brow and dashed back to her, cuddling and kissing her hair roots, pulling back with a fake smile of worry. “I’m so happy for us and our baby, darling. I love you good.”

She sobbed with a whisper of tears, “I love you greater.” He leaned down and kissed her hair roots again, cuddling his girl with his love.

 

 

One week later

Friday July 16th

 

 

7:58 a.m.

Cure-all Science Medical Core location

Shared office space of Armus and Cassium

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Armus and Cassium cuddled together with a set of giggle and smiles coming from the truck, moving down the hallway, and entering through the wide archway for another day of work.

She released his warm body and swiftly veered towards the wall unit for her job, sitting down at the office desk with a smile, typing on the computer keyboard in silence. He slowly moved ahead towards his writing desk and stopped, scooping up the morning newspaper, sitting down and parked a pair of twisted ankles on top of the flat surface. He exhaled with a huff of frustration, flipping through the newspaper in the air with a smile. “Honey, I’m glad you’re burning your eyeballs out of them sockets every night, until about seven pm on your CF puzzle. And you’ve almost stumbled upon the solution. But, sugar, I wanna go home at quitting time like say about four or three in the afternoon.” Silence lingered inside their shared office space. He rattled the newspaper from the front page to the sports page with a grin. “You know, if you don’t happen, you know to solve the puzzle, you know before about two-thirty this afternoon. You know we call it quits for the day. Since, we have been working you know almost ten straight hours. Let’s see! We got here at seven in the morning and ate the free breakfast, snack, and mid day lunch at our non-shared work desks from my employer. Then, we don’t leave until seven in the evening. Well, seven am to seven pm is about twelve hours of work time, ya know. In the US, the man-ee-tory work limit is eight hours per day or forty hours per week. So, since Monday to now, we have about worked lots of hours between us. Us, the two workers worked around twelve-hours times two-hours equals twenty-four total hours. We’ve worked twenty-four hours on Monday through Thursday, last night. I was dog tired, last night. So, that means that we have worked twenty-four-hours times four days of working equals ninety-eight hours between us, darling. You know ninety hours divided by a standard forty-hour work week is two weeks, two days, and two hours,” he looked up with a chuckle to see the ceiling. “Is the number two, an unlucky number, sugar?” he looked down with a smile to see the nose profile of Cassium. “I guess not, when we’re doing some good work and trying to save the life of one kid with a terminal disease,” he looked down with a smile to read the newspaper.

She shoved the cheap rolling chair from the office desk and stood upright from the chair, spinning around from the office desk, moving ahead towards her purse on top of the empty writing desk surface. She reached out and grabbed the purse, thrusting a hand down into the darkness, snatching up a pair of sewing scissors into the air near a smile. She spun around with a grin and swiftly strolled across the large space towards Armus, holding the scissors down by her leg. She stopped and stood behind his rear hairy skull with a smile, lifting up and snapped a few strands of hair with the scissors on his neckline.

He wrinkled the newspaper with a puzzled brow and reached behind the skull, touching the back of his neck with a yell. “Hey!”

“Hair!” She leaned over his skull and showed him the lock of brown colored hair strands, back stepping with a laugh and spun around from Arums, dashing ahead towards a small portable laboratory electron microscope inside the corner wall. She stopped and reached out, pressing the button to open. A slender tray with an embedded dish extended outwards into her breasts and then halted. She placed his set of loose hair strands down into mounted dish and slid the tray back into the microscope tower while seeing the brown shiny hairs underneath the bright lights of the glass window with a smile, slowly reaching over to touch the SCAN button.

Armus stood upright from the chair and raced ahead, pulling up next to her nose profile with a miffed frown of fury and intrigue, watching his piece of skull hair through a tiny clear window on the tower of upright microscope with a worried brow. “Hey! I don’t wanna be a part of your experiment, doll. Zap it back onto my skull right now, this second!”

She pressed the SCAN button with a giggle of amusement. A yellow light engulfed the hair strands and then a plume of white steam appeared without showing a single brown tinted hair strand on top of the naked tray. She smiled down at the naked tray. “You are now helping to save a kid from a terminal disease.”

He watched his hair strands disappear into invisible smoke on top of the tray with a grin and a chuckle. “That’s a sweet machine.”

She reached over with a smile and pressed the button to open while cleaning the metal dish of any lingering smoke or tiny millimeter of hair residue particles. “This is our small portion of a two-million-dollar electron microphone.”

He stared with a sour frown down at the machine and shook a skull. “What a waste of two million dollars for zapping butthole hair? You know I think we should steal it and sell it to the highest black market dealer right now, today. Then, we could get about fifty-million-dollars for it and then retire to one of the smaller Caribbean islands living like a pirate and a princess.”

“What about our newborn daughter Alele? She can’t live on an isolated tiny ocean island with her crabby set of parents,” she spun around from the machine and danced away from Armus with a giggle, moving back towards her work station to complete her work on genetics unlike my husband.

He spun around with a chuckle and followed behind her back spine with a smile, stopping behind her hairy skull. She sat down and started typing on the computer keyboard with a smile in silence. Armus stared down at her hair roots with a grin. “Alele would be a pretty little pirate princess and then all those nasty boys can’t touch her for about thirty or forty or fifty years. I’m thirty-four years old now and then I’ll be dead before the age of seventy years, since you used a set of poofed Atlantian gray slime stuff which was like a gray warm blanket over my fallen and bloody body a few weeks ago. Thank you, not very much, doll!” He exhaled with a puff of annoyance and shook a skull.

She continued to sit and type on the keyboard, staring at the computer screen with a giggle and a smile. “Slime comes in liquid form, darling. Gray ashes are dry format in the field of physical science. I saved your young thirty-four-year-old butthole. Or I would be a widower with a baby but maybe getting re-married.”

He leaned down with a smile and kissed her hair roots, whispering into her eardrum with a grin, “What are you doing over here, darling?”

She stopped typing and reached back, elbowing his rib cage with a sour frown. “I am making my own world history.” He grunted out loud from the firm impact of her pointy elbow and then stood upright with a sour frown in silence, rubbing the aching rib cage. She reached over and started typing on the computer keyboard again while staring with a grin at the computer screen. “Go back to reading the newspaper, dear. I got a new design gene angle on genetic disease cystic fibrosis of CF. I’m presenting my idea at the two o’clock in the hot wash session.”

He frowned down at the computer screen. “What new design gene angle on CF?”

She reached back and elbowed another one of his body parts as he scooted backwards out of range with a giggle of amusement. She giggled also. “Shoo boo, love! I’ll reveal with appeal with you and the other shadowy scientists later this afternoon at two in the hot wash session. My feelings were hurt at last Friday’s meeting.”

He stood in place with a huff of frustration and stared down at the computer screen. “Sweetheart, research takes years of long hard work. Curious scientists have been probing and prodding on the cancer mutated gene for decades and decades and decades. They still haven’t come up with a super gene for a cancer cure today or last week or the last week before that one.”

She continued to sit and type with a grin at the computer screen. “I have almost finished my puzzle of CF and you’ll find out this afternoon at two, to boot,” she looked upside down with a smirk to see his chin, wiggling her eyebrows with a laugh. “And if the hot wash is a success, then we’ll go home and have some of our own nasty fun to celebrate afterwards”

He looked down with a grin to her forehead and her pair of bugging eyeballs, “Really! We leave right after your verbal presentation. Do you promise with crossed toenails and all?”

She winked as her skull was upside, staring at him. “I promise. Now, go and play on your side of the room like a good redneck!” She looked back down and continued to type on the keyboard, staring at the computer screen with a smile of success.

He back stepped from her back spine and danced sideways while wiggling each body part with a chuckle and a hum, moving back towards his writing desk, “Yeehaw! Yahoo! You and me, babe!”

She tossed both arms into the air with a soft chuckle at the final genetic results.

 

 

2:04 p.m.

31st conference room setting

Hot temperatures and blinding sunlight

 

 

All the scientists entered into the conference room for the meeting on time, sitting at an assigned chair around the conference table in silence.

Before Gesler could speak to open the scheduled meeting, Cassium stood upright from the assigned chair with a puff of nerves, not using a set of fancy computer slides or a stack of hard copies report either. Cure-all Core was totally green, without a single piece of papers, a wooden pencil, or an ink pen. She turned and smiled to each dark shadow figure that represented each scientist, since the sunlight from the western window blinded her pair of eyeballs and she felt like talking to a wall of shadows. “Good afternoon, scientists! On our first business day of work, Armus and I selected the genetic disease of cystic fibrosis, because we desired more than anything else in our lives to save a single child from the terrible inflection. Chromosome seven represents 5.5 percent of the total DNA in newborns. The CF gene mutation is housed in the q-arm at location position thirty-one. A CF gene mutation leads to cystic fibrosis, mental disorders, skeletal abnormalities, and delayed speech. Both the parents of the CF child are the carriers of the mutation gene, thus they carry an autosomal recession condition and pass it down to their developing fetus. After birth of the baby, a newborn possesses a lick of salty skin when the babe is kissed on the forehead. As the newborn grows up, the baby takes nutrition from the mama’s breast milk. The enzyme lipase is present and absorbed coming from the mama’s breast milk or a box of manufactured baby formula. I reviewed the chemistry component of lipase. Lipase is an essential enzyme for the newborn to suck down the mama’s breast milk while providing an array of natural immunities and mineral nutrients, then the lipase breaks down and digests the fats inside the newborn stomach for distributing more mineral nutrients which is vital for newborn’s growth. The pancreas releases the enzyme lipase too secreting into the small intestine, where it breaks down the more fats coming from the newborn’s food intact. A little humorous chemistry side note found by my thoughtful husband-geneticist. Human dandruff uses the enzyme lipase to break down sebum into oleic acid. The oleic acid increases skin cell, causing your dandruff, Dr. Cutny,” she chuckled with amusement with the rest of wiggling dark shadows of scientists. Captain Cutny was completely bald and lacked any type of vitamin deficiency, only his poor social fashion taste.

Armus slapped a chest with a nod and a chuckle to each dark shadowy scientist. “I did it. I found that tidbit of chemistry. It came from me which was part of my research of lipase too.”

Cassium reached down and patted his collar bone with a smile and a nod to each dark shadowy scientist. “Thus, both the breast milk and the pancreas juice aid in the digestion of fats for all newborns, kids, and adults. To meet the optimal lipase enzyme activity inside the gut, the pancreas must secret a second protein. The protein is colipase. I found the protein colipase reflected no protein activity, within all four million documented CF research subject patients, within the LACI computer system. Concluding, the protein colipase is lacking within all CF patients throughout the entire world. This information can be shared with any physician for a future chemistry test of the colipase protein in a newborn. If the protein is missing, then it can be implanted inside the child, using a gene therapy treatment, as I continue to perfect the clinical process. I do not possess a hard copy of my findings, since Cure-all Core is a green business entity. But, I can electronically email all my data, my electronic charts, and my verbal report to each one of you for any debate or an encouragement of my new discovery for a cure of cystic fibrosis. Thank you!” She sat down with a pair of shaky kneecaps, a pair of sweaty hands, and a goofy smile to see each dark shadowy scientist. Then each dark shadow stood upright with a clap from the assigned chair and stared with a dark face at Cassium and her new discovery cure for Cf.

Arums leaned over with a grin and a whisper into her cheekbone. “Darling, you have just found a cure for cystic fibrosis. All the CF subjects are missing the protein colipase. You’re a genius geneticist, my girl, and the mother of my baby. I love you good.” He stood upright from the chair while clapping, the loudest and smiling, the bestest.

“I love you greater,” she whispered for her eardrums with a smile at each dark shadowy scientist.

 

 

One week later

Saturday July 17th

 

 

2:39 p.m.

Shared home location of Armus and Cassium

Living room setting

Sizzling hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Cassium toted and brought another cold beer to my husband, who had interrupted her interior design paint swatch assignment to repaint the old living room wall. Armus sat inside an old ratty lounge chair that came from his old apartment residence, raising a cupped palm into the air as a cold bottle of beer landed in the hand. She stood in front of the chair with a sour frown down at his black colored hair roots. “I don’t understand.”

He reached down and sipped, swallowing the beer, licking the lips of the cold suds, staring at the sporting game on the television screen. “You don’t understand what, dear.”

She shook the curls and continued to stare down with a sour frown at his hair roots. “If it was so easy and so simple to figure out that a single protein colipase was lacking in every CF subject inside LACI, then why hadn’t every smart super scientist there inside Cure-all Core figured it all out before yesterday. This is a multi-billion-dollar facility with a multi-billion-dollar computer and multi-million-dollar with room of individual staffers.”

He continued to watch the television and chew the food, where a lap tray held an assortment of fatty and sweet snacks. “On our first day, each scientist picked out a genetic disorder to prove and to solve. There’re thousands of them. A single solo overworked scientist can only do so much within a twenty-four-hour day, without sleeping, pissing, and eating. However, we’re the real geniuses…”

She crossed both arms with a miffed frown down at his hair roots. “So, we are the real geniuses.”

He continued to watch the television screen and chew the food while mouth spiting some of the used food particles with a chuckle over the lap table and the floor. “You’re a little more of a genius than me. Anyways, you figured it out. Now, we develop a gene therapy treatment plan and then hand it off to the chemistry team. The chemistry team works with all the medical physicians. And we go on vacation for some sun-fun again. Where you wanna go back to Key West island or an ocean island within the Caribbean isles, darling? I wanna trip before our Alele comes.”

She back stepped with a smile and spun around with a chuckle, moving back towards the old side wall of peeling beige tinted paint inside the living room space with Armus, stopping, reached down and slapped a new paper swatch pattern onto the cracked plaster, studying the color wheel.

The front door bell chimed in a loud bong.

She continued to study the paint color on the side living room wall inside their shared new antebellum mansion. “Darling, please remind your selfie to install another door chime preferable in a soft piano tone for the tiny little eardrums on our tiny Ale-le. That one’s sick or dying.”

“Yeah!”

The front door bell chimed in a loud bong for a second time.

She pressed the paint chart onto the wall with a grin. “Are you listening to me, Dr. Deme?”

“Yeah! While I watch the game, darling,” he chewed and swallowed the food without shuffling from the upright footstool on his old ratty lounge chair.

The front door bell chimed in a loud bong for a third time.

She turned with a frown to see the rear skull of Armus. “Are you going to answer the door, honey?”

“Yeah!” he continued to sit and chew the food while watching the sports game on the television screen.

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance and turned with a smile to face the entrance wall, moving ahead towards the front door and stopped. She reached down and opened the battered wood with a smile. A batch of colored letters attacked her face. She reached up and accepted the batch of letters from the mail carrier with a smile and a giggle. “Thank you, Ms. Mail Carrier.” The female back stepped with a smile from the front door to Cassium. She closed the door and back stepped from the entrance wall while sorting through the colorful envelopes, pulling out the dark green one from the thick stack with her name. She ripped open the envelope with a gasp, reading out loud. “This is an invoice from the US Federal Government for the month of August. O my gosh! I’m delinquent on my first, my second, and my third payment on my college student loans. How did they know that I was employed as a working geneticist?” She spun around with a puzzled brow and slowly strolled ahead towards the ratty chair with Armus.

He blew used food particles over the lap table and the floor with a laugh. “You made one million dollars in one day on the first of July this year at two separate places of employment, Burn U and Core-all Core. Yeah! And the US Federal Government doesn’t spy on us with an array of outer space satellites, a fleet of sky-flying drones, each navigational device on every mobile telephone, and inside my personal bank account,” he continued to watch the television screen and chew the food with a grin.

She stopped and stood beside the nose profile of Armus while waving the invoice with a sour frown. “I thought you paid them, honey.”

Armus continued to watch the game and sipped, swallowing the beer with a grin. “I thought you paid them, darling.”

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance. “I thought you were going to pay the entire amount of one hundred thousand dollars on my college student loan to the US Federal Government, sweetheart.”

“I thought you were going to pay the entire amount of one hundred thousand dollars on my college student loan to the US Federal Government, sweetie,” he continued to watch the game and chew the food.

She frowned down at the invoice. “The bank is closed today on Saturday. I’ll do it on Monday morning.”

He lifted up a free hand while watching the game, “Gimme me, mine, and myself! I’ll do it on Monday am.”

She reached down with a smile and placed the invoice inside his hand. He grabbed and dropped the hand, squeezing the invoice between fabrics of the ratty fabric inside the lounge chair. She spun around with a giggle and moved back towards the peeling side wall, stopping and pickup the cloth swatch of paint again.

The front door bell chimes in a loud bong for a fourth time.

She turned with a puzzled brow to see the closed front door. “The mail carrier came and went. The lawn service came and went. And the milkman hadn’t delivery since the year 1952.”

He turned with a puzzled brow to see the closed door and stood upright from the chair with the lap tray of food, dashing ahead and stopped, staring out one of dirty entrance windows. He saw the newly manicured lawn by the paid lawn service. “Are your parents visiting?”

She returned back to see the peeling side wall and examined the new paper swatch of paint with a smile. “Last week.”

“Are your grandparents visiting?”

“Dead for years.”

“Are your guests visiting?”

The front door bell chimes in a loud bong for a fifth time.

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance and stared at the peeling wall, “Answer the door Armus!”

He shook a skull and scooted sideway to another dirty entrance window while looking at the lawn, “Ah naw! Not until, I know who is expected to visit with us today.” Cassium spun around with a smile and moved ahead towards the front door. He intercepted and captured her body with a whisper into her cheekbone. “We are, not home.”

She giggled between his arms. “Why are we, not home? Then, I’ll shoot the unwelcomed visitor away, darling,” Cassium struggled free and then escaped with a silly giggle, moving ahead and stopped, reaching out, opening the front door as a small set of rotten wood bits departed from the door and then landed down onto the clean floor with a soft swish.

“Hello!” An unfamiliar short female with a head of striking grayish-brown colored hair stood inside the archway with a nod and a smile to Cassium.

Cassium smiled back at the short female, “Hi there to you, too!”

She grinned. “I’m Armus’ mom, dear.”

Armus scooted sideways with a grin and stopped, standing behind the back spine of Cassium, wrapping both arms around her body while shouting into her eardrum with a laugh. “Mama, how are you doing there, old girl? I’m so glad that you dropped by for a day visit,” he released Cassium, scooting around his wife, hugging his mom inside the archway. He released his mother and moved sideways with a smile.

She slowly entered into the room, turning to scan every part of the house from the ceiling tiles down to the floor baseboard with a smile and a nod. “Your house is grand, son.”

He spun around with a smile and moved ahead cuddling Cassium with a nod and a smile at the back spine of his mother as his mother continued to slowly stroll to the left and then to the right, peek-a-booing a pair of old eyeballs into each empty wall corner with a smile.

Armus and Cassium had not purchased any more new furniture pieces while spending all the time working a ten-hour shift at Core-all Core with each work task master on a set of major tasks. They would rise, work, return, play, sleep and then repeat from Monday to Friday like the other 111 million workers within America.

Armus and Cassium moved ahead into the room and as he smiled with a nod. “Ain’t it, Mama? I’m doing well now. Cassium is rich, wealthy, loads of cash money,” chuckling. Cassium continue to smile and stare at the back spine of his mother, who stopped and sat down in the ratty chair and then stood upright from the chair, slowly strolling around the room again. Mrs. Deme was a short and plump elderly lady with a head of grayish-brown colored hair and a tone of pale tinted skin. He released Cassium and moved ahead, stopping and hug his mother with a smile and a chuckle. “Do you wanna live in one of the big wings here within our grand Alabama castle, Mama? You can have the southern wing, since you’re a southern belle too.” He moved ahead and positioned them down onto the new sofa. Cassium selected and sat down inside the ratty lounge chair, since they only owned two piece of living room furniture with a smile at Armus and his mom in silence.

His mother sat with Armus and turned with a sour frown to see her son. “I am so glad that you didn’t invite me to your wedding, Armus. I heard that you and Cassium were married in a foreign country.”

Armus reached down and whipped out the mobile telephone, punching the menu, displaying each digital photography with smile, “Lookie over here, Mama! I took thousands of digital pics. This one here is a pic of me and Cassium. We went to the big island of Key West within the US State of Florida for a quickie fun vacation. We’re wearing a tube of colorful sunscreen on our faces making us look like a pair of silly clowns,” he chuckled with her. “And this one is inside the popular Bug Place.”

His mother studied the new digital picture with a frown. “I do believe that those are butterflies. Butterflies are not nasty houseflies, Armus, but pretty insects.”

He stared down with a chuckle at the same digital picture. “See? Great beauties think the same way as they say. My wife Cassium told me the same damn thing. Here! Our beautiful wedding pic is in the foreign country of China at midnight underneath a full bright yellow moon, during the Lantern Festival parade. Can you see the big yellow looking full moon inside the pic, too?”

His mother looked up with a frown to see his nose profile. “Is your wedding legal in another country, besides the USA?”

Cassium reached over and touched the diamond ring with a smile while still missing a circular wedding band of their marriage ceremony in the country of China. But, she would be getting one soonest.

He continued to press the button on the tiny keyboard and view each new digital photograph on the tiny screen with smile on the mobile telephone. “Naw! Not really…”

“What?” Cassium dropped open a mouth with a gasp of embarrassment, tossing both arms into the air with fury, staring a set of invisible fire balls at only her boyfriend Armus.

He looked up with a set of parted lips and shook a skull at Cassium. “Well, we really ain’t legally married here in the USA, honey. But, we…I’ll fix that tomorrow, today, in the next hour. Okay? I promise, babe,” he turned with a smile and a wink to see his mom. She slapped a hand over the giggles like a true southern belle.

“What?” Cassium stood upright from the ratty chair and stared at him with a lady sneer.

He stood upright from the long sofa and moved ahead, slamming into her upright body with a chuckle. She back stepped with a soft growl. He pulled her into a chest a smile and spun them around to see his mother with a chuckle. “Honey bunny! My mama wants to play director and direct our wedding. Mama, we wanna get married at Christmastime with lots and lots of pretty red roses and plenty of Christmas songs and some of Brother Jesus songs too. But, I love all the Christmas songs, the bestest. Jiggle bells…”

“Armus!” Cassium exhaled with a puff of fury and wiggled side to side in both angry and shame away from her boyfriend, “We are not married. I have an engagement ring. I said our marriage vows to each other. We were married by a priestess in the country of China.”

Armus turned with a frown to see Cassium. “We don’t recognize a priestess of the Buddhist faith, darling. We only recognize a preacher-man of the protestant faith. We need to get re-married here in the USA with a real marriage license, a real marriage fee, and a real marriage ceremony at the real church.”

The mom of Armus stood upright with a clap, a smile, and a nod. “My! My! My! Yes! Yes! Yes! A marriage at our church, this Christmas, that is a special and a pretty time of the year to get married, ya’ll. I’ll contact and meet the church ladies this afternoon for the floral arrangement of red roses. Cassium, do you want a vanilla bridal wedding cake with floral of red roses adorning the top and sides about four tiers? I have tons of relatives, mostly third and fourth cousins. But, this is a southern style wedding. Every blood-kin family member must come and admire my new daughter-in-law. O rats! I wanna meet your parents, not today, but very soon, honey. I have a million things to do before Christmas that’s less than six months away. What date do you desire, dear?” She approached and stopped in front of her new almost daughter-in-law. Cassium leaned down and then lightly tapped on the cheekbone of his mother like a good future daughter-in-law, pulling back with a smile in silence. His mom smiled with a nod. “I’ll see which Saturday morning is open within the month, maybe the second week of December. How does that sound, Armus?”

Armus leaned over with a chuckle and hugged, planting a kiss on the cheekbone of Cassium, releasing her and wiggled the mobile telephone near a grin at his mother. “I’ll send you all our digital pics, so you can print them out and glue into your silly scrapbook, Mama.” His mom leaned over and hugged her son, pulling back with a smile and nod of happiness, swinging around to face the open front door, moving towards the front porch. Armus dashed ahead and pulled up beside his mom, reaching out, wrapping an arm around her set of tiny shoulders with a smile. They exited out from the house and moved towards her parked automobile inside the driveway.

Inside the living room, Cassium slowly followed behind the back spine of Armus and his mom with a sour frown and stopped, standing inside the open archway of the front door, watching.

Outside on top of the broken driveway pavement, Armus stopped and opened the car door as his mom slid inside the car with a smile. He closed the door and watched her car. His mother circled the car around each pothole inside the old driveway and finally drove straight down the city street until she was out of sight of his eyeballs.

Inside the archway of the front door, Cassium crossed both arms with a puff of angry and a whisper for her ears only. “I love him. I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I love him. I hate him,” Armus spun around with a chuckle and dashed ahead over the flat front porch, extending both arms for a girlfriend hug. Cassium back stepped with a soft sneer and swung around with a soft growl, moving ahead through the room. “I love him. I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I love you…”

Armus moved ahead and slapped the front door shut with a loud boom as a set of rotten wood bits departed and then dropped down over the floor with a soft swish. He dashed ahead and cuddled Cassium from behind, reaching out, rubbing her breasts and then her belly that held their growing fetus with a smile. “I thought I heard…”

“I hate you,” she struggled free from his warm cuddle and swung around with a soft sneer to see him with a set of fighting words, not a pair of fighting fists. “I hate you. I am so embarrassed and ashamed. I am not legally married. I am carrying your child. And I told my parents that we were married. My parents are too upset right now to explain. Just wait! I just told them a lie…”

“A mistake!”

“My parents will not ever trust you and will hate you forever, Armus.”

He shook a skull with a sad pout, “Naw! Forever is a very, very long, long time. They’ll chime and chill. Then, we’ll be good in-law relatives at Christmastime. Everyone is always happy at Christmastime. I promise.”

She exhaled with a puff of fury. “What else have you not told me about or made a mistake about too, truthfully?

He captured and cuddled Cassium, slobbering down on her lips, pulling back with a smile. “Nothing! Just tell them that I seduced you and then had my wicked evil way…” She reached out and slapped his arm with a soft growl. He chuckled louder.

The front door chimed with a loud bong again.

Armus released Cassium with a smile and spun around, dashing back to the closed door with a grin. “Mama, she forgot me,” he stopped with a chuckle and opened the door. Cassium moved ahead and followed behind his back spine, stopping in place with a gasp.

A single yellow tinted furry small ball slid in first and then a second yellow furry tinted ball scooted over the smooth tile second. The shuffling steel walker contained a pair of two yellow furry small balls on each front wheel of the walking device as a pair of rear wheels shoved the rolling walker in forward motion, “Granddaddy!” Armus shoved the front door wide open with a smile and wrapped both arms around the humpbacked elderly male while assisting him to enter into the foyer. They slowly strolled into the living room. Cassium spun around and lead the men towards the long sofa, swinging around with a smile to watch the action in silence.

Granddaddy Deme was a humpbacked male with a head of white colored hair, a tint of dark colored skin with a slender built and eighty something years old that used a walker device to travel from room to room. Armus assisted his elderly grandfather towards the long sofa with a chuckle, “Granddaddy, welcome here! I haven’t seen your face in ages.”

His granddaddy stopped and posed in front of Cassium, turning to scan the living room with a pair of old naked eyeballs and then returned back to see Cassium, “Very nice! You married well, Armus,” he winked with a smile at her. Cassium giggled and grinned like an innocent southern belle.

Armus guided his grandfather towards the single ratty chair. His granddaddy slowly sat down in the chair while settling a set of tired bones, exhaling with a huff of exhaustion. Armus knelt onto the floor at the armrest like a giddy grandson with a smile and a nod at the nose profile of grandfather. “I surprised to see you with me here.”

His granddaddy turned with a wink and a grin to see Armus. “Your mama, she likes her hot nosy gossip. So, she told me that you’re now married, to boot,” chuckling.

Armus reached out and gently patted the forearm of his granddaddy, looking back over a collar bone with a smile at Cassium. “This is my pretty wife, Granddaddy. Cassium, this is my granddaddy Deme on my daddy’s side. My daddy died in one of the many wars in the Middle East, when I was a teen,” he returned back with a smile to see his grandfather.

Cassium parted the lips with a gasp of shock. She did not know that sad information about my current fiancé and she was not planning to spill the mistake that they were not legally married to his elderly kind granddaddy. She moved ahead and kneeled on the other side of the old ratty lounge chair, standing even with a pair of old tired eyeballs of his granddaddy while shaking a wrinkled flesh and a weak grip hand.

He leaned over and hugged Cassium, sniffing with both nostrils, pulling away with a smile at her. “You are carrying a child.”

She parted the lips with a gasp. “I beg your pardon.”

His granddaddy chuckled with a nod. “You smell of the sweet sweat of babe. Newborn babes have a unique odor like a batch of newborn puppies. The smell emits from the womb, coating your inner organs then leaks into the pores of your outer layer of the epidermis skin. Awe! I didn’t mean to give away your secret, child. It’s a wonderful time for the both of you and my grandson.” He turned with a grin to see Arums. “Are you truly married, Armus? Your mama was quite miffed off at receiving no formal invite. She was cussing like a sailor, since a true southern belle don’t sweat or swear of nothing, but beauty,” he turned with a grin to see Cassium. She giggled and grinned with their secret too.

Armus exhaled with a huff of frustration with a nod. “Our wedding wasn’t exactly planned or legal by USA standards. So, me and Cassium do, a do over.”

“A do-over?” She frowned at Armus.

Armus nodded with a grin to Cassium, “Yeah! I do, to do over, when not done,” he laughed with his grandfather.

She stood upright from the clean floor with a smile and shook the curls with the silliness of her future husband, “Yeah! I’ll fetch us some glasses of iced sweet tea for our afternoon delightful discussion,” Cassium spun around and headed to the kitchen with a giggle.

 

 

Monday July 19th

 

 

10:13 a.m.

Cure-all Science Medical Core location

Shared office space setting of Armus and Cassium

Hot sizzling temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

Slivin appeared with a smirk without any teeth and stood inside the archway, staring at the ugly nose profile and a pair of propped up cowboy boots on top of the writing desk of Armus. “Ahem. Dr. Deme, may I have a moment of your time!” Armus looked up with a frown from the newspaper and slid off the boots heels, standing upright with a stern face while staring at the nose profile of Cassium across the room. Cassium stood upright from her office desk without smiling and scooted around the cherry tinted wooden wall, moving ahead towards Slivin with a fake smile.

Slivin was very short and not skinny with both a set of muscular arms and legs which were tightly stretched in a designer business suit which was covered by a long ironed and pressed white colored laboratory coat.

Armus moved ahead toward the small conference table near the wall corner and pointed with a stern face down to an empty chair within the shared posh office space, stopping first, sliding out an empty chair for Cassium, not for Slivin. Cassium turned and then veered towards the table, sitting inside the pre-offer chair next to Armus with a fake smile. Slivin entered into the office space and quickly seated between the wall and the other side of Armus with a smirk in silence.

Armus turned with a stern face to see Slivin. “And what can we do for you this lovely morning, Dr. Slivin?”

Slivin snorted, not chuckled. She sneered or snorted and never smiled with any teeth. “Ahem. Do you know the definition of the founder effect?”

Armus exhaled with a huff of annoyance with a frown. “I haven’t been asked a test question since graduate school. A founder effect occurs when a bunch of folks live, play, and reproduce together having a lot of fun within the same town-ship of the same geographical location, always. The genetic outcome results in a reduced to none genetic variation from the original partying natives,” chuckling.

Slivin smirked with a snort. “Ahem. You are perfectly correct, Dr. Deme. In the field of genetics, the subjects of a particular town-ship will experience a total loss of the genetic variation. This means that there will be no gene mutation within their DNA, chromosomes, genes, or alleles inside the tiny town-ship of individuals, particularly excluding an entire US state, country, and continent.”

Cassium turned and faked smile to Slivin also. “The proper textbook genetics definition for the founder effect states that there are a few biological couples that randomly produce a pretty good gene pool, within an isolated population.”

Slivin nodded with a snort to Armus only. “Ahem. Thus, it is the founder effect. If a gene mutation occurs, then it is repeated over and over again in the specific limited number of individuals which is passed down from a single solo ancestor or a set of limited ancestors, who carry the same gene mutation. The syndrome is very common among the elderly Amish of Pennsylvania, thus producing both a founder effect and a bottleneck effect.”

Cassium continued to fake a smile to Slivin. “A bottleneck effect, something like a man-made or a Mother Nature event, kills the majority of the population from reproducing like a baby. The founder effect is a type of bottleneck effect, when a tiny town of people becomes a tiny population, by chance.”

Slivin smirked without showing the teeth to Armus only. “A tiny pot as Cure-all Core labels it. Ahem. The founder effect can randomly create a new species coming from an existing population on planet Earth.”

Cassium frowned. “You do know that a group of disasters such like earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, or fires also reduce a population all the time while killing an entire family, entire town, or one or two members of both a township and a family unit, thus creating a pseudo-species within an isolated geographical town or village or province or on a mountain peak or an ocean islet. This is a genetic bottleneck which is an evolutionary event that affects a significant percentage of a population from having children by order of magnitude.”

Slivin turned and smirked to Cassium. “Ahem. We are not interested in order of magnitude. We are interested in saving the lives of tiny newborns with a terminal genetic disease, Dr. Deme.”

Cassium nodded with a fake smile. “A bottleneck effect increases the chance of a textbook genetic drift, when the population interbreeds due to the limited bedmates of a tiny population within the cold and high mountain range. And the genetic drift, which is caused by a bottleneck effect, is an important evolution of the human race, when the limited gene pool survives just by luck or chance, creating a limited number of pure alleles in a larger population.”

Slivin said with a lady sneer to Cassium. “A larger pot…”

Armus exhaled with a huff of annoyance at the nose profile of Slivin. “The big effect difference between a bottleneck and a founder, a bottleneck effect is a bunch of unlucky folks, who died from a natural disaster and then reduced the original gene pool. The founder effect continues the pure gene pool while making more babies and producing more luckier folks,” chuckling.

Slivin turned and nodded to Armus. “Ahem. You are very precise, Dr. Deme. Dr. Gesler has asked me to search through LACI and uncover a pot that might be exhibiting a founder effect, within our twenty million subjects…”

“Why?” Cassium sneered at Slivin. Armus reached down underneath the table and gently patted her kneecap with a fake smile at Slivin in silence.

Slivin turned and snorted to Cassium and returned back to see Armus. “Ahem. Dr. Gesler has issued an order to me and I am issuing an order to you, Armus. I need someone with both brains and a pair of long arms,” she stood upright not tall from the chair with a nod to Armus.

“Honey!” Cassium turned and smirked at Armus.

He swiftly stood upright from the chair and leaned down, kissing the hair roots of Cassium while whispering into her eardrum. “Darling, I’ll do her this one tiny favor then return back here into our shared office, very quickly. You heard that Gesler issued us an order too. We are only a pair of servants of money, one million dollars each. We earn our money for one calendar year and then quit this monkey club. Then, we go back and work for Eugene at the university. He’ll be both stewed and mellowed later sometime next year. How’s that, darling?”

Cassium turned and faked a smile to Slivin. “Anything for research, I guess.”

“That’s my girl,” he stood upright with a chuckle and back steppe from the table, swinging around staring down at the black tinted hair roots of Slivin as he was the taller human.

Slivin back stepped from the table and spun around with a smirk, moving ahead towards the closed door, exiting the office. Armus trailed behind the back spine of Slivin with a sour frown while making funny faces at her ass, where couldn’t see.

Inside the shared office space, Cassium stood upright with a sour frown from the chair and spun around from the table, moving ahead towards her empty writing desk, stopping and reached out for a piece of candy. Every night, the candy bowl had been filled with an array of yummy treats for the pair of hard working million dollar paid scientists inside each office.

And then she heard the words.

Dr. Deme,” the voice of Cutny echoed throughout the quiet office space.

She swung around to see Cutny inside the archway while chewing and then sucked down all the melted chocolate between the front teeth with a mumble, “Yeah!”

He moved ahead with a smile and stopped, standing underneath one of the mounted picture frames of a still photograph on the side wall as he was shorter than the picture frame. Cassium giggled at the funny sight. He grinned. “Congratulations for discovering the cure for CF. I am both very impressed and very jealous. I continue my work to find the cure for MS. And I wish to use your brainy assistance please. I do have the verbal permission of Dr. Gesler also. Would you please be interested in helping me with my MS research project?”

She smashed the lips with the sweet chocolate and as she nodded with a mumble. “Of course, I can assist you in any manner, Dr. Cutny.”

He side stepped towards the open archway with a grin and a nod. “If you would follow me back into my office, we can start right now.” she sucked down the rest of the melted chocolate off a pair of my sweaty fingers too with a nod, following behind the back spine of Cutny out the office and down an empty hallway.

 

 

10:21 a.m.

Office space setting of Slivin

 

 

Armus followed behind the short and stumpy female while purposely texting to Cassium on the mobile telephone both his fun and Slivin’s annoyance. Slivin stopped in front of the closed door and reached out, rattling the door knob, unlocking her office and entered inside with a smirk. He moved ahead and stood in the archway with a gasp of shock.

Her office was twice the size of his shared office space with Cassium. There was a wall of tiny mailboxes on the side wall next to his nose profile. Her office suite was positioned at an angle right off the edge of the building structure. There are three walls of exposed ceiling to flooring glass windows showing numerous green hills of homeless people on the west side of the landscape. A row of trashy looking hotel rooms occupied the northern window view.

In the northwest corner, a sky high mountain of colorful piles of stinky trash was housed and known as the Birmingham dumpster. The good air conditioning ventilation system did not even detect one single nostril of stink within his nose holes while standing inside her office space.

He exhaled with a huff of depression while pondering the company Cure-all Science Medical Core and his future days here by the end of the month.

Slivin moved ahead on top of a layer of thick white colored carpet inside an almost bare naked office space, stopping and sat down inside one of two cheap rolling chairs. She reached down and begin typing on the keyboard console of black metal with an oversized matching black tinted computer monitor. Her cherry tinted metal wall unit work station did not show any stacks of paper or a single blank of paper or an ink pen or a wooden number two pencil or a picture of a family member or a photo of a pet animal.

He frowned immediately at the original super computer that had been used by dead Bothea Rodan, purchased by dead Meath Granth, and owned by alive and breathing Eugene of Burn U. So, Slivin was the custodian of the old Burn U mainframe and all the software applications which allowed the other scientists a small sliver of both time and space inside the mainframe computer, creating a super gene to save the entire world from death and destruction or something like that.

She stopped typed and reached down, patting the empty rolling chair at the shared office desk counter while looking with a stern face at the computer screen. “Ahem. Armus, I hope you do like imitation. I usually work alone. But Dr. Gesler insisted that I analyze this new genetic phenotype immediately. You have worked with the allele program before and I am hoping that you have seen this before. Please come and sit here. My office is only for one person to work alone. In this case, I must share my desk and my computer with you. I hope you do not mind,” she continued to type on the keyboard and stared at the computer screen while ignoring him.

He shook a skull with a smile and moved ahead towards the rolling chair. “Naw! That’s great! Let’s hash this hush puppy out, before lunchtime! Then, I can get back to saving all the kids with CF.”

She pointed with a stern face at the computer screen. “Ahem. Based on Dr. Rodan’s old scientific notes…”

He stopped and stood behind the cheap rolling chair, crossing both arms, staring at the computer screen with a smile and a chuckle. “Rodent left a scientific notebook…”

She looked up with a sour frown to see his chin. “Ahem. I beg your pardon, sir.”

“R…rough draft of her science notes from Dr. Rodan,” Armus pulled out the chair and sat down with a stern face staring at the computer screen.

She returned back with a nod to see the screen. “Ahem. Yes. I re-ran the allele program finding a final report of rows with a set of single patient numbers and a summary of the associated numeric values. But, I am both very puzzled and intrigued. I cannot figure out, what I am looking at.”

Armus exhaled with a huff of worry. “O rats!”

The screen showed.

 

 

Number 0 allele value 00.

Number 1 allele value 11.

Number 2 allele value 13.

Number 3 allele value 18.

 

 

She asked. “Ahem. What am I looking at, Armus? These are not familiar to me other than the genetic term allele. And these values are not any of the 16,500 sets of letters which was established by the genetics standard, either.”

He cleared a throat. “Do you…we…Cure-all Core possess a valid RRB approval letter for the wall of specimens, ma’am?”

She turned with a frown to see him. “Ahem. No. We are not required to seek RRB approval. We are not collecting and gathering mouth spit or toe lint. We have legally acquired the wall chest, if you will. We can do anything with the human samplings, even trash them into the background dumpster. However, I will be processing and analyzing all of them. Dr. Rodan might have stumbled upon a gold mine. We have to dig it out. What am I looking at, Armus?” She returned back with a stern face to see the computer screen.

He cleared a throat again and stared with a stern face at the computer screen. “Well, I was more actually one of the contact researchers, who helped with the questionnaire and specimen dishes.”

She nodded. “Ahem. What was the purpose of collecting so many specimen samples, Armus?”

He cleared a throat. “Well, I did that one or two times just to help out. I was more actually the computer programmer, setting up the allele software within the super computer.”

She nodded. “Ahem. What is the purpose of the allele program? You must’ve had to understand Dr. Rodan’s purpose, before you could program all the allele elements?”

He cleared a throat. “Well…”

She asked. “Ahem. What does the allele value of zero mean, Armus?”

Armus cleared a throat. “Well, yeah, that’s easy. Dr. Rodan had substituted the standard 16,500 allele alphabetic lettering scheme with a set of numeric values starting with the number zero.”

She frowned at the screen. “Ahem. Then, Dr. Rodan has made it impossible to back trace the alleles to their original geographical locations within the world. I can see there is lots of work to do here.”

He grinned with a nod at the computer screen while tossing her off the true purpose of Bothea’s allele program which was used to hunt down and kill the Atlantians, if any more existed anywhere on planet Earth. He pointed with a smile at the screen. “You can see that the first line is the value of zero which is the start of the number zero, not the number one, in this case.”

She leaned into the computer. “Ahem. I understand.”

He sat back inside the rolling chair with a grin. Her conclusion had given him a final conclusion, so he could wrap up this tiny task and get back to Cassium. Then, he and Cassium would end the work day and go back home for some fun-sun activities. Armus smiled with a nod. “Well, yeah! Therefore, the other allele values are not an associated back trace to any specific geographical location of each participate subject, who had participated within Dr. Rodan…our research protocol from July of last year until June of this year. The number is a summary tally of each subject’s gene pool consisting of the sixty alleles.”

She nodded. “Ahem. I understand. She calculated a numbered tally of each allele for each subject. There are sixty alleles for each subject with an association of 30,000 genes. There should be over millions of values, not a two-digit summary total. This is very interesting. I would guess that patient zero, patient one, patient two, patient three, and patient four might somehow be a family relationship unit, such like, a mother-daughter or a son-father or a sister-brother.”

He felt happy. Cure-all Core did not have access to the individual consent form on each subject. Eugene legally could not sell the wall of paper either without breaking the US Federal Government law and going directly into a prison cell. Armus pushed from the desk and then stood upright from the rolling chair with a smile over the black tinted hair roots of Slivin. “I guess that it might be at that. Well, I’ll be going back to my w…”

She continued to type and stopped, pointing with a stern face at the screen. “Ahem. And the last four lines of the report show the allele value of 999 trillion.”

The screen showed.

 

 

Number 23,999 allele 999,999,999,999,999.

Number 23,998 allele 999,999,999,999,999.

Number 23,997 allele 999,999,999,999,999.

Number 23,996 allele 999,999,999,999,999.

 

 

Armus thumbed back over a collar bone to the wall of metal boxes with a smile. “O rats! These are just unused fields inside the computer. The computer will default to a great big large numeric number of trillions. so the stupid junior researchers don’t get confused with the real subject participates. Thus, the real datum wasn’t totally skewed or screwed with the final results.”

She looked up with a smirk to see his chin. “Ahem. What were the final results, Armus?”

He back stepped from the rolling chair with a smile towards the archway. “There wasn’t any type of final report or result. The project ended this week, before Dr. Rodan could finish her valuable research work.”

She nodded. “Ahem. Then, we will finish her project together for her. Please, come and sit back down with me, Armus.” He moved ahead with a frown and scooted down into the rolling chair and slid it away from her body. She continued to stare at computer screen. “I understand that Granth Meath financed this genetics research project, as well, and Dr. Rodan quit her position, before the end of the deadline. I understand either Granth Meath or Dr. Rodan cannot be located here within Birmingham. I do understand love relationships, Armus. Dr. Gesler has acquired the allele program and the computer equipment for many specific purposes of genetics research investigation and development. You can see behind your shoulder that I have acquired the big wall of tiny metal boxes which are individually shaped and sized like a tiny postal service mailbox. My work assignment is to decipher this particular final report coming from Dr. Rodan’s super computer software, since it is the only data report that the allele program generates.”

He frowned at the computer screen. “There are other cross-files in IDing each subject and a specimen output.”

She shook the pixie. “Ahem. There used to be a set of cross-files. I believed that Dr. Eugene Igbree was highly suspicious of our interest in the allele prototype. I believe that he erased some of the more valuable files like the subject names along with the associated subject gene pattern. We can’t locate a single name and then cross-match with a specimen box. I am also responsible for scanning all 24,000 sampling back into the mainframe computer.”

He gasped. “O big rats! That’s going to take…”

“Ahem. 2.397 years. There are 24,000 specimens. Each sampling takes 3.5 minutes from scanning to processing within the mainframe. There are five different samplings per subject for a total of 120,000 specimens. The 120,000 specimen total times 3.5 minutes equal 420,000 minutes of time. There are 60 minutes in an hour. The 420,000 minutes is divided by 60 minutes equal 7,000 hours or 875 days. The 875 days is divided by 365 standard calendar days equaling 2.397 years.”

“O little rats!” He looked back over a collar bone with a smile to the wall of boxes, feeling both his relieve and her annoyance, returning back with a grin to see her ugly crooked nose profile. “How about cross-referencing a signed consent form with a mail box? O big rats! Yeah, all the consent forms belong exclusively to Burn U for the next seven years. You can’t touch the consent form legally with a search warrant or illegally with a lawyer.”

“Ahem. Therefore, your work or your wife cannot be touched either until you have assisted me here for the day.”

He frowned. “Yeah shore!”

Slivin started typing with a snort on the keyboard. “Ahem. Actually, I am asking not kindly either for each scientist to assist me with the electron scanning of the 420,000 specimens per week. We do not employ a herd of junior researchers for any reason. The expensive and unique quantum microcopy will make the process painful, but laborious. However, we do possess the cross-reference listing of each patient with a specimen box. That is an essential key within this mysterious allele program.”

The screen showed.

 

 

Number 23,999 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,998 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,997 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,996 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

 

 

He exhaled with a huff of relief. Granth had deleted the old dudes from the allele program along with stealing their old bone fragments inside each metal box. Slivin was a brilliant scientist and would have figured out the right connection and come to the right conclusion.

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance at the computer screen. “Ahem. You are correct, Dr. Deme. These are simply unused slots inside the allele program. Therefore, we should focus our efforts on the top rows of numbers.” She started typing on the keyboard while staring with a stern face at the computer screen.

The screen display showed.

 

 

Number 0 allele value 00 specimen box number 0.

Number 1 allele value 11 specimen box number 11898.

Number 2 allele value 13 specimen box number 1.

Number 3 allele value 18 specimen box number 4.

 

 

He coughed out loud with shock and then held his breathe. The allele program did contain the appropriate specimen box numbers with the correct subjects. All the right body specimen pieces of Cassium were inside metal box number 11898. If Slivin discovered that the body pieces of Cassium did not match the body parts of Granth or Bothea, then she would launch a legal search investigation with Birmingham University while revealing the wrong body pieces that belonged to Cassium. He looked back over a collar bone to see the wall of metal, returning back to see Slivin. Distract her? Whack her? Or kill her to protect his girl and his unborn child?

She cleared a throat and stared at the computer screen. “Ahem. This is so odd. Subject number one has a two-digit value, but it is properly out of numeric sequence. I would expect a mother-daughter relationship pattern to be located within the same physical space on the wall,” she looked back over a collar bone with a frown to see the metal wall of tiny boxes.

Armus cleared a throat at her ugly crooked nose profile. “Maybe, the daughter came to the research project two or four or six months later than her mama.”

“Ahem. Maybe, but it is not likely. In my years and years of research, the family unit is interviewed, evaluated, assessed, and consented all at the same time to avoid an output result like this one displayed on the screen. Let’s dive into specimen box 11898! Let’s see what it shows us, Dr. Deme!”

He exhaled with a huff of worry and turned to see the wall of boxes. “Yeah, shore! The skeleton keys are located where.”

“Ahem. The corner wall between the annoyingly heated glass and the cool wall paint, there is a tiny upright vertical closet with enough space for hanging and dangling keys.”

Armus narrowed the eyelids at a side closet. “Yeah! The closet is between the glass and the wall,” he stood upright from the rolling chair and spun around from the office desk moving ahead towards the wall corner on the side wall, stopping. He reached over and grabbed the door knob, opening the closet, seeing the familiar wall of key in numeric order. He grabbed a set of labeled skeleton keys one for specimen box number 11898 and 11899, back stepping away from the closet, leaving the door open, scooting sideways towards the wall of tiny metal boxes while carefully hiding the second key. One eyeball cautiously watched Slivin in his peripheral vision. She continued to type on top of the keyboard and stare with a snort at the computer screen without words or instructions.

He stopped in front of metal box number 11899 and slid the key into the bolt, sliding the second key into metal box number 11898 which currently housed all Cassium’s genetic body pieces from her participation in Bothea’s research study at Burn U. Armus did not want Cassium exposed again to the curious scientists of Cure-all Science Medical Core. He was at fault for getting a set of plastic bags accidentally switched and he wanted to protect his girl and the mother of his child from all the big and little sea, land, and sky monsters on planet Earth.

He used his man-strength to simultaneously click both metal boxes open at the same time sounding with one single ting, exhaling with a huff of nervousness. Then each of the two metal box doors sounded with one single tiny crack at the same time too.

Armus hid the opened doors behind a set of board shoulders and gathered all of Cassium’s plastic bags in a left hand. Mrs. Weiss, a true and dead Atlantian was collected inside a right hand. Then, he performed a switch-a-roo and dropped all of Cassium’s bags down into the empty box in 11899 while criss-crossing the arms, gently sliding all of Mrs. Weiss body bags down into the metal box number 11898. Now, the allele program showed the real four Atlantians in the first four spots that were all poofed and dead.

Slivin continued to type and stared with a sour frown at the computer screen. “Ahem. Is there a problem, Dr. Deme?”

He grinned with a soft chuckle. “No ma’am, Dr. Slivin! Just double checking the tiny body bags,” he closed and locked metal box number 11899 box with all of Cassium’s plastic bags, pocketing the 11899 skeleton key inside his laboratory coat. He spun around with a soft chuckle and lifted up all numerous tiny plastic bags and the single skeleton key of 11898, dashing back towards the shared office space and stopped, placing and spreading each plastic bag on top of the work station next to elbow of Slivin.

She turned with a smirk to see each plastic bag with a sour frown. “Ahem. They are not marked with metal box number 11898,” she looked up with a stern face to see him. “Every bag is supposed to be hand or electronically marked for authenticity and validation as set by Sentinel Laboratory Standards of Research Protocols Handbook, Chapter 13, Page 169, Section 18…”

“Yeah,” He pointed with a chuckle down to each plastic bag. “I can tell you from a truly researcher experiment and professional observation that Dr. Rodan had utilized lots of non-paid grad students within her genetics research project to meet the deadline on the thirtieth day of June of last year.”

She looked down with a sour frown to see the bags, “Blab! Graduate students are newborn babes within the professional world of research processes and procedures. This is a very good example of one type of sloppy workmanship from a junior researcher. This is why we do not enjoy any type of junior researcher. Please check each box above and then below metal box number 11898. I would like for all the professional geneticists to ensure that we have the correct plastic bags of specimens for subject number one which is labeled as 11898,” she returned back to see the computer screen and started typing on the keyboard again with a snort sound.

“Yes ma’am!” He spun around with a smile and dashed back towards the wall of metal boxes with a soft chuckle, halting inside the closet, grabbing metal box number 11897. He side stepped and moved along the wall of metal boxes, stopping at metal number 11897, pulling out the metal box key from the laboratory pocket with a grin. He opened box number 11899 for a second time and quickly grabbed his trusty ink pen off the laboratory coat chest pocket, reaching down and scribbled ugly the number 11899 on one of Cassium’s plastic bags with a smile. He slid the ink pen down into the laboratory pocket for speed. He reached up and opened metal box number 11897, swiftly pulling out the collection of specimen bags with a smile. He swung around and dashed back towards the office desk with a set of new plastic bags with a soft chuckle. She continued to type on the keyboard and stare at the computer screen with a slight nasal snort of life.

He scooted around and then sat down inside the rolling chair, placing the new set of bags coming from metal box numbers 11897 and 11899 next to Mrs. Weiss non-marked plastic bags, pointing down with a nod at each new bag. “See? The geneticist marked them all correct on these two batches,” smiling.

She turned with a sour frown and pointed down to each plastic bag that belonged to Cassium. “Ahem. The number on this bag is almost unreadable.”

“I do believe another example of a lousy job by a junior researcher. However, I clearly see that number 11897 ends in the number seven. Then, the other plastic bag is not clear with the ugly fugly scribbled whole number, but it does end in the number nine for specimen box number 11899. And I see that there are six unmarked plastic bags which I had pulled coming from specimen box 11898.”

She nodded with a stern face down to the set of plastic bags. “Ahem. I am convinced that the unlabeled plastic bags belong to specimen box number 11898. I see that subject 11898 has presented specimens of hair strands, mouth spit, nostril mucus, ear wax, and fingernail protein. Please place subject number 11898 and the related fingernail protein inside the quantum microscope beside my work station, Armus. This will be our first specimen scanning of 24,000 or less as all the tiny metal boxes are not completely full,” she returned back to see the computer screen and started typing on the keyboard with a snorting sound.

Armus stood upright from the chair and side stepped, standing nose to nose with a gigantic high black tinted microscope that raised the ceiling at the edge of her work station, reaching out and pressed the big green button. A wide and long specimen tray extended outwards that could hold a dead cat. He gently ripped opened and then dumped down the contents of the plastic bag inside the metal dish with a stern face, pressing the green button again. The tray closed shut. He reached over and tapped the SCAN button which activated a yellow tinted light. The light surrounded the fingernail protein, engulfed it in a yellow aura, and then the fingernail protein disappeared. Armus gasped in alarm and reached out, pressing the tray button. The tray extended outwards towards his chest. He stared down with a puzzled brow at the naked bare metal, shaking a skull with confusion.

She continued to type and stared with a smirk at the computer screen. “Ahem. The matter is completely materialized into nothingness. Quantum physics basically deals with the action of the atoms and then converts them into a wave-like energy. The energy dissipates into the heat of the yellow tinted light of radiation. However, the atoms are immediately photographed and recorded and then transmitted in the DNA strand of the subject’s specimen. Then, the DNA strand is computed and calculated into chromosomes, genes, and alleles. I have requested a karyotype chromosome pattern for a quick look-see. This is the result of subject number one. I have never seen this particular chromosome karyotype pattern on any previous human subject before.”

He scooted sideways and sat back down in the chair, staring with a gasp at the new picture on the screen, clearing a throat. “Maybe, that’s an ape chromosome pattern.”

“Ahem! No. I have tested on apes.”

“Maybe, that’s an anteater chromosome pattern.” He coughed out loud to hold back a chuckle of humor.

She shook the black tinted pixie and stared with a confused brow at the computer screen. “Ahem. No. I have tested on numerous laboratory wildlife and domestic mammals. I have never seen this genetics formation before. Each chromosome has the same shape and size for the p-arm, the q-arm, and the band shading pattern with a blood red colored centromere. The center red hue is dividing the chromosome’s two arms. All forty-six chromosomes are equal in shape, length, and size.”

He snapped the fingers with a smile and a nod. “I can explain, buddy.”

She turned with a sour frown to see him. “Ahem. I beg your pardon…”

“You said that Eugene…Dr. Igbree probably purged some of the allele files. Then, this…this is the left over bad smelly pot roast or last’s night stinky garage trash, Dr. Slivin.”

She narrowed the eyelashes at him and looked back over a collar bone to see the wall of boxes. “Ahem. That is a very good explanation, Dr. Deme.”

He pushed back the rolling chair from the work station with a smile. “Good! I can…”

“…bring me the specimen bags from metal box number zero. I would like to see the shocking surprise subject number zero holds regarding its own chromosome karyotype pattern electronic photograph,” she returned back with a stern face to see the computer screen and started to type on the keyboard, storing the new karyotype picture inside LACI.

He exhaled with a huff of worry and slowly stood, spinning around, moving back towards the closet and entered, lifting into the air the skeleton key number zero. He side stepped towards the beginning of the wall and lifted up on a set of tippy toes, inserting the key into the lock. The metal door opened. He rammed a hand down into the metal space, feeling nothing, shifting the eyelids up and over to see the box space. He saw nothing and then smiled. So, Granth had stolen all the bone fragments from an ancient and thousand-year-old mummy which had been stored here inside specimen box number zero.

Armus back stepped from the metal box with a soft chuckle and then swung around with a smile, dashing back to Slivin with a high step and a grin without showing too much happiness. Thus, this would end Slivin’s nosy investigation of Granth’s Atlantian search while releasing him from her set of non-polished fingernail proteins. So, he could go back to his office and his girl and then call it another work day, traveling back home for a day sun-fun within the hot sizzling air temperatures.

He stopped and stood with a smile behind Slivin while bad breathing down top of her black tinted hair roots. “Specimen box number zero is empty. So, I guess the allele program has some technical software flaws that you probably need to locate and find and then fix, Dr. Slivin,” chuckling.

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance. “Ahem. Specimen box number zero is empty.” She pushed the rolling chair into the body of Armus with a slight snort of amusement. He back stepped with a soft growl from the collision of the rolling chair into a leg and a rib cage and then side stepped away from her. She stood upright from the chair with a smirk and spun around, dashing ahead towards the wall of metal boxes, using a foot to scoot a step ladder in front of the first vertical column of boxes. Slivin carefully climbed up the step ladder and then peeked inside the tiny box, exhaling with a puff of frustration. “Ahem. Specimen box number zero is indeed empty of any contents,” she carefully stepped down and pointed to the next metal box. “Please close box number zero and retrieve the contents of box numbers one and two, Dr. Deme.”

He exhaled with a huff of annoyance and then rolled the eyeballs, returning back to the wall of boxes, slowly moving ahead and stopped at the closet again. He collected the proper skeleton keys with a sour frown and side stepped, slamming closed box number zero, opening specimen box number one with a gasp, seeing a set of plastic bags. “O shit.” He grabbed all the bags and then dumped them down into the laboratory pocket, opening specimen box number two with a gasp too, seeing a set of plastic bags also. He collected all the bags and spun around, dashing back to the office desk. He sat back down inside the rolling chair and shoved over the remaining specimen bags of Mrs. Weiss to the side, placing the other bags on top of the flat surface for inspection by Slivin. “There is the set of plastic bags which are labeled that represent specimen boxes one and two.”

She turned with a stern face to see each plastic bag. “Ahem. I see that subject number one has presented specimens of hair strands, mouth spit, nostril mucus, ear wax, and fingernail protein also. Please place the fingernail protein of subject one inside the quantum microscope for analysis, Armus,” Slivin retuned back to see the computer screen and started typing on the keyboard with a stern face.

He stood upright from the chair with a sigh of annoyance and sidestepped, pressing the button, dumping the bag of fingernails down into the naked and empty microscope tray and presses the button. The yellow tinted light surrounded and vaporized the matter again. Slivin continued to type on the keyboard and stare at the genetic results on the computer screen. He turned to see computer screen, dropping open a mouth with a gasp saying first. “I can’t believe it. This is twice. All forty-six chromosomal patterns are exactly the same in shape, length, and size,” he nodded with a whisper for his ears only. “That’s how Granth knew that he was an Atlantian. His chromosome pattern was an exact match of Mrs. Weiss. She was the true Atlantian. He was an Atlantian-adaption, sorta.”

She nodded at the same picture on the computer screen. “Ahem. Each chromosome has the same shape and size for the p-arm, the q-arm, and the band shading pattern with a blood red colored centromere. The center red hue is dividing the chromosome’s two arms. This means that subject one and subject two are blood-kin, such like, mother-son or father-daughter. Please…”

“…go and get the bags within specimen box number four. Yeah, I’m on it, Slivin.” He spun around and jogged back towards the open closet with excitement. Slivin did not know that within specimen box number four it contained the tiny body pieces inside each plastic bag of Bothea Rodan. He reached out and grabbed the skeleton key, back stepping with a smile and side stepped, opening the metal door of the tiny box. Armus scooped up the set of bags in a messy pile and cuddled them into the shirt, before they all dropped down and scattered over the thick carpet. Then, Slivin would probably piss inside her girly white panties from shock as she probably did not own a sexy throng like his sexy hot girl Cassium.

He chuckled with the non-sexy mental image and stopped in front of the microscope, unloading the fingernail protein from the plastic bag first and pressed the button. The yellow tinted light attacked the matter and it disappeared. Slivin continued to type on the keyboard and stare at the computer screen. He turned to see the computer screen, parting the lips with a gasp. “That can’t be right. The screen shows only less than half of the forty-six chromosomes with the same shape and size for the p-arm, the q-arm, and a blood red colored centromere…”

“Ahem. I believe it is proper, Dr. Deme. Do you have an opinion or much more speculation of this particular subject coming from box number four of Dr. Rodan genetics research study?”

He scooted sideways and sat down with a puzzled brow, scratching the forehead, staring at the computer screen. “Well, I’ve never ever seen anything like this before. So well, I would take an educated guess here. DNA is the code of life. Genes make up the DNA strand. And the amino acids make up the genes, building up all the enzymes and all the proteins inside each healthy human body. So, I’m taking an academic plus scientific educated guess here that the amino acid sequence of each gene is probably causing a gene duplication of a single ancestral gene coming from a tiny pool of pure genes. It seems to be de-voided and de-turded of any detected gene mutation activity. Therefore, its function remains a complete medical mystical magical mysterious unknown to me, too,” he grinned at the humor bull shit statement too.

“Ahem. We are seeing a child of subject number one and number two. The allele total is descending like a set of family tree branches coming out from the main trunk bark. Numbers one and two possess a set of individual lower tallies than their biological child. Subject number four has a higher degree of alleles. This makes perfect sense to me.”

“Not!” He whispered for his eardrums only and looked back over a collar bone with a puzzled brow to see the wall of boxes. “Who was inside box number zero then?”

She typed out a final report and sent it electronically to file storage inside LACI. “Ahem. The number zero is the beginning of any mathematical sequence which represents nothing. Nada. Null. Zero. You had reminded me of that purpose earlier, Dr. Deme. I am typing out and recording our findings, Dr. Deme. We have successfully uncovered a perfect case of founder effect within a blood-kin family unit.”

He returned back to see her nose profile with a puzzled brow. “Is that it? The founder effect case is closed out. Good!” He stood upright from the chair with a clap and a smile of a good day at work, returning back to see Cassium.

She continued to sit and type on the keyboard while staring at the computer screen. “Ahem. That is absolutely not it. We will continue to scan the 24,000 specimens and then record each particular DNA strand from the genetic samples. I have worked many, many years in research. I know for a fact that mischievous graduate research students enjoy making a monkey’s uncle of the prime investigator on her or his research project. This is the first step of many steps, Dr. Deme. I will load into the main frame the proper allele lettering sequences. Tomorrow, we will re-run the three DNA strands. If I find that all three subjects hail from the depths of the Amazon jungle within the country of South America, then I will personal carry and toss out each metal box of specimens down into the Birmingham city dumpster behind our building. I understand that Dr. Igbree was not a very good administrator at Burn U, thus his research students were not happy, either. This is an example of revenge and revolt when a research student is not paid at least minimum wage salary for their precious time of earning a college degree.”

He pouted with a sad frown down at her hair roots. “Okay. Yes ma’am. May I leave here now, Dr. Slivin!”

She continued to sit and type on the keyboard while staring with a stern face at the computer screen. “Ahem. Yes. Tomorrow, please report to me at eight am, after your morning cup of hot coffee or tea. I do not allow beverages or food items into my private office.”

He nodded with a frown. “Yes ma’am! Have a good evening, Dr. Slivin.” He back stepped from the office desk and spun around, exiting her office space.

 

 

4:25 p.m.

Office space of scientist Cutny

 

 

His office was twice as large as her office facing part of the grassy hillside and other side of the hotel apartment buildings.

Cassium ignored the three walls of glass windows, sitting with him at the work station desk, since ten in the morning after Armus had disappeared with Slivin. She continued to slide back and forth inside the cheap rolling chair.

Cutny pointed at his computer screen with a puzzled brow. “This is my statistical report. MS affects 3.1 million people of the world with 400,000 within the USA. MS is an autoimmune disease of the spinal cord.”

She stared with a nod at the computer screen. “Chromosome six plays a significant role in multiple sclerosis or MS.”

He nodded. “Chromosome six makes up six percent of the human genes, comprising 167 million base pairs. Some of the more common health problems include diabetes, rheumatoid arthritis, and multiple sclerosis.”

“I know that. I have rheumatoid arthritis. Well, I mean in genetic terms, my DNA variants have been identified and determined to be susceptible to rheumatoid arthritis in association to one of the variants on chromosome six.”

He turned with a frown to see Cassium. “How is that so, Cassium?”

She smiled. “By a graduate student, who stabbed me with a tiny tap needle for the good of her master’s degree program at Burn U, it was part of our mid-test examination.”

He exhaled. “So you have confirmed that you really possess the rheumatoid arthritis genetic disorder within chromosome number six.”

“Yay!”

He turned back with a stern face and typed on the keyboard, looking up to see the results on the computer screen. “RA affects 2.1 million people within the US where 300,000 of them are young children. Awe! The poor things! Rheumatoid arthritis or the acronym RA affects one percent of the entire adult population within the entire world. RA is a chronic inflammatory disease affecting all the bone joints inside the human body, even the tiny babies, particularly both hands and both feet. Most humans suffer a lifetime of disability of both pain and suffering.”

She stared with a nod at the computer screen. “I know that.”

“RA affects three times as many females as males that lead into deformity and disability of both the hands and the feet. There is not a single medical test to diagnose the genetic test for all these poor little suffering babies. I do believe that I might have found a genetic test for helping all those poor little suffering babies. I might be saving a single tiny newborn from a lifetime of crippling pain and suffering as a set of elderly folks experience also.”

She reached down with a worried brow and touched the stomach with a nod at the computer screen. “I hope so.”

He grinned to the computer screen. “I am very proud. Each RA patient suffers from depression which leads into a high mortality rate and then an early grave down underneath the local Birmingham cemetery.”

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance and turned with a sour frown to see his nose profile. “Yeah! That’s great to hear, Cutny. We were talking about the multiple sclerosis genetic disorder which is located within the long p-arm in the position of twenty. Remember?”

He pointed with a smile at the screen. “Chromosome six contains 1,100 genes for making thousands of unknown proteins while performing a set of unknown varied and different roles inside the human chemical and biological body.”

She continued to frown at his nose profile with a sour tone. “I guess that’s your job to find out, buddy.”

He nodded with a grin to the screen. “A replication of living cells within chromosome six will result in a series of medical problems for the human body while maintaining a healthy fit for growth development. Some of the health problems include the duplications of both unhealthy and damaged cells like a single damaging cancer cell during a person’s lifetime. Furthermore, the duplication of unhealthy and damaged cell function leads to cell division and then cell differentiation which leads to the progression and then spreading of all the unhealthy cells within the human body. Then, the final act is total self-destruction of all the healthy cells within the sickly human body. This is one example of a human becoming completely disabled with RA.”

She reached down and touched the stomach with her growing fetus for a second time with a sour frown and a sour tone, “Yay to RA! I know that also, Cutny.”

He reached over and held a finger over the button, turning with a smile to see Cassium. She stared with a sour frown at the screen. He grinned. “I am going to show you what I have uncovered in the chromosome six type pattern using a karyotype picture. I have uncovered an intriguing series of the mutated genes coming from a variety of MS patients. However, I want to caution you. I believe that I have found the root cause of MS. But, I would like another scientist to confer my genetic and scientific and medical findings. I am simply excited that you have chosen to work with me, Cassium. And I am jealous that you have your husband’s shared knowledge to solve your particular genetic disorder.” He pressed the button on the keyboard and turned with a grin to see the screen.

A colored picture appeared on the computer display.

She gasped in shock. “I see an array of healthy and varied sizes, shapes, and band shading on all forty-six chromosomes for this particular subject, where is it one subject coming from the total MS patients. Chromosome six is highlighted red color indicating the MS subject differs from the other twenty million subjects inside LACI. I don’t see anything usual here, Dr. Cutny. You are validating the MS gene mutation. I did the same within my research project of CF.”

He nodded with a smile at the computer screen. “Yes, I agree. I would like for you to view and comment on subject two coming from the pool of all MS patients.” He tapped the button on top of the keyboard again.

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

She stared with a nod at the computer screen. “This is the same pic and same red colored highlighted location within the p-arm in chromosome six for subject two. I see the MS mutated gene within chromosome six which is highlighted in bright red like a bleeding open wound.” He stared with a grin and a nod at the same computer screen in silence, pressing the button on top of the keyboard again.

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

She tossed a hand with a gasp and then jabbed a finger with a puzzled brow at the computer the screen. “Wait! No, wait! Please, go back to subject number one with their particular karyotype.” He pressed the button as subject one reappeared on the computer display again. She narrowed the eyelashes with a confused brow. “I am seeing something different here on the second viewing of subject one. Can you please enlarge this picture on your computer screen?” He pressed a button as the karyotype picture grew larger on the computer display. She nodded with a stern face. “Yes, I see that subject one has a gene mutation within the p-arm in location twenty-one. What is location twenty-one, the MS gene mutation? I don’t know every single physical location within every single arm of every single chromosome.” He pressed a button again as the computer screen split in half. She frowned at the screen. “The name of location twenty-one is the rheumatoid arthritis or the acronym RA gene mutation. Well, I do believe that I have solved your mystery, Dr. Cutny. Your allele run is contaminated with all the RA subjects which are highlighted in location twenty-one which is skewing up or screwing up all your datum string for the two MS patients.” She exhaled with a smile while finishing her working project with Cutny.

He turned with a grin to see Cassium. “I came to the exact same conclusion, Dr. Deme. Great minds do think alike as they say. May I show you and continue to the subject three and their associated karyotype picture?” He returned back to see the screen and reached over, pressing the button on the keyboard again.

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

She gasped in alarm. “No! That cannot be happening there too. The picture of subject three shows an array of healthy and varied sizes, shapes, and band shading in the other forty-five chromosomes, except for chromosome six. The RA gene mutation is located in position twenty-one. The MS gene mutation is located in position twenty. And the red band has expanded in a downward vertical length within the p-arm starting at the location of 21 and going down to 20 and extending down to location 19,” she jabbed a finger with a worried brow at the screen, shaking the curls. “Impossible! This is completely impossible!”

He nodded with a grin at the computer screen. “I agree with you, completely, Dr. Deme. I am showing you subject number four and their associated karyotype picture next.”

She frowned at the computer screen. “Wait! This gets worse…”

“It gets worser,” he chuckled with a grin at the computer screen. “Alas! This is the beginning of my medical mystery. I am going to jump ahead and present another subject or two for your brilliant neurons and your two eyeballs,” he pressed the button on the keyboard.

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

She jabbed a finger with a gasp at the computer screen, “Naw! No way! Impossible! You have advanced ahead and presented research subject ten. Subject ten shows the red colored band starting with the p-arm position twenty-one and then going downward towards position twelve. The p-arm is almost completely colored in bright tinted red indicating an epic gene mutation of the entire short p-arm.”

He nodded with a smile at the computer screen. “Subject ten is experiencing many types of major clinical presentations including rheumatoid arthritis, deafness, kidney disease, diabetes, and epilepsy. All these particular gene mutations are positioned in the p-arm of chromosome six.”

Sh continued to jab a finger with a gasp at the screen. “No! No! This is completely impossible.”

He exhaled with a huff of frustration at the screen. “May I show you more subjects with each associated karyotype picture?” He pressed the button on the keyboard.

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

She continued to point with a gasp at the computer screen. “Chromosome six is hundred percent red colored indicating a complete emersion of every known gene mutation. The short p-arm starts on the bottom tier of position twelve and traveling upward towards the top tier of position twenty-five is completely red tinted. The q-arm starts at position number twelve going downward towards position twenty-six is also the color of red too,” she shook the curls.

He nodded with a grin at the computer screen. “The q-arm of location twenty-six is Parkinson’s disease.”

She touched the stomach with her growing fetus and shook the curls with a gasp of alarm. “This is impossible! This subject cannot be alive and suffering through all known genetic diseases from RA, MS, deafness, kidney disease, epilepsy, diabetes, Parkinson’s disease, and…and the other diseases. We would have heard about this unfortunate research subject on the national television station, after the medical world had informed all the medical scientists first.”

He nodded with a smile at the computer screen. “I agree completely with you, Cassium. I believe that we are seeing a nonsense mutation simulation at play here within this subject. I believe that each subject was on some type of antibiotic or maybe illegal drug product which interfered with the human biological and chemical body.”

“I don’t know about an antibiotic or illegal drug product usage here. In the field of genetics, a nonsense mutation is a non-functional protein. You can see that the nonsense mutation is introduced at position twenty-one of the RA gene mutation within the p-arm on chromosome six in the DNA sequence code of subject ten. However, it is replacing the functioning protein with a non-functioning protein, thus chromosome six is being transcribed and then translated into a gene mutation without the fun luxury of the parents’ gene pool. For example, in a CF child, a nonsense mutation has been used to treat their pair of defective lung cells within a safe laboratory setting by inserting a random amino acid and then tickles which induces new growth of a set of new lung cells. The suppression genes aid the nonsense mutation into repairing the child’s damaged lung tissue, within chromosome seven.”

He nodded with a smile at the screen. “A synthesized drug would cause and create a nonsense mutation like this one which is presented here on my computer screen too. Therefore, each subject, who had participated within an approved RRB research project, was stupidly experimenting on their own human body using a modified and enriched vitamin ribosome protein or another new experimental protein product, either fun or function. This is very dangerous for the subject, but not particularly for my allele investigation. I might ponder removing these tainted subjects of epic gene mutations out from LACI too. If this truly is a nonsense mutation acting like a gene mutation, then there’s nothing to worry about, sugar, as them redneck southerners like to boast.” He reached over and pressed the button on the keyboard.

She shook the curls with a sour frown. “It is the word ‘naw’ as them redneck southerners like to say here in Dixie, darling.”

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

Cutny stared with a grin at the computer screen. “However, let us continue our genetic investigation while jumping ahead and then view the next subject. You can see that subject thirty possesses an epic gene mutation also. I like that term best rather than a nonsense mutation. Nonsense is a fun-time word, not a serious complication. Anyway, the nonsense mutation has transferred and replicated within chromosome five. This is called a chromosome-jump.”

“I know that.”

“The formation and duplication of a nonsense mutation does not occur in vivo. Humans and other lower species employ a decay pathway. The decay pathway is labeled as a suppression gene within your inherited gene pool. The suppression gene degrades a nonsense mutation, before it transforms the entire chromosome pattern. However, for subject thirty, the gene suppression is not functioning here in the karyotype of my computer screen.”

She stared with a nod and a stern face at the computer screen. “Subject thirty consumed or maybe had been punctured through its human body with some type of foreign substance which would account for a visually colorful red centered epic gene mutation within chromosome six. The only method for a nonsense mutation to occur in the human DNA is either an abuse of the guts of your stomach or an injection of a foreign bacterium in one of your two eyeballs or in one of your two nose holes or in one of your two eardrums or in your reproduction hole.”

He grinned at the screen. “Or this is the genetic concept of speciation.”

She shook the curls with a stern face at the computer screen. “No! Speciation is a lineage-split of one species into two separate species like a pair of Granddaddy Long Legs parents, who produce only Granddaddy Long Legs babies.”

“Or this is the genetic concept of the genetic drift.”

“No. A genetic drift is a random chance of a gene mutation with a random allele.”

“Or this is the genetic concept of founder effect.”

“No. A founder effect is a tiny island in the middle of the ocean, where an isolated one-people live and play, who share the same gene pool.”

He snapped the fingers with a nod and turned with a grin to see Cassium. “I remember another genetic property. A nonsense mutation both creates and formulates a brand new genetic disease by damaging the gene responsible for a specific life-saving healthy protein. One example of a nonsense mutation is the genetic disease of muscular sclerosis which is housed within chromosome six along with the other genetic diseases of diabetes, epilepsy, and rheumatoid arthritis. So sad! Present day, each one of these particular genetic diseases do not have a known cure or a set of gene therapies, but only pain and suffering for each real person. Then, the very bad gene replicates and then translates the newly created damaged gene of a nonsense mutation over and over and over and over again with the healthy human body to make it become an unhealthy human body. It looks like to me that all my MS subjects and their associated chromosome pretty pattern is being transcribed and then translated into the surrounding healthy chromosomes based on the concept of chromosome-hopping. I would estimate the completion factor of a total infection is six months and thirteen days. O my gosh! These are a set of unlucky math numbers, based on astronomy.”

She frowned at the screen. “Six months and thirteen days? How did you calculate that math figure?”

He pointed with a smile at the screen. “There are twenty-three pairs of human chromosomes. Each chromosome has two separate arms. The twenty-three pairs times two arms will equal forty-six separate arms. There are four sets of arms for each chromosome. The forty-six separate arms time the four sets will equal 184 total separate arms. Based on a good scientific research analysis for each subject, the deadly and nasty infection spreads equally over a single arm-per-day. Therefore, all the p-arms and q-arms will be infected in 184 days or six months and thirteen days.” He reached down and pressed the button on the keyboard.

“O my gosh!” She looked down with a worried brow to see the hands.

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

“I have one more slide show for your eyeballs to see. This is subject 184, Dr. Deme.”

She looked up with a gasp and a whisper of worry to see the computer screen, “No!”

He exhaled with a puff of frustration and a stern face at the computer screen. “I am completed befuddled about this colorful karyotype picture. All forty-six chromosomes possess the same shape and size for both the p-arm and q-arm along with the same length and the same width, and the same band shading plus a blood red colored centromere in the middle that connects the two separate arms. I have never in my entire middle ages of life seen a prettier portrait of a string of human DNA. Do you have a comment, an opinion, a guess, or a suggestion here, Dr. Deme?”

“No,” she continued to stare with a whisper at the karyotype on the computer screen.

He pressed the button on the keyboard with a smile at the computer screen. “And adding to my medical mystical magical mystery, I have discovered this particular pretty pattern of karyotype picture which is also shown many, many, many times.”

“How? Where? Why? Who? What? When?” She frowned.

A new picture appeared on the computer display.

He smiled with delight at the screen. “I was pretty excited too. And I must confess that I had raided Dr. Bothea Rodan’s wall of specimen boxes. Dr. Slivin can be so selfish. She was lucky to get custody of the 24,000 samplings. Of course, I offered to help her scan and stream each one of the specimen into the two hundred-million-dollar quantum microscope on the first day, of the first hour. Then, I excused my busy body. Not before, I swiped the first specimen box of the bootie. I have discovered thirty-two tiny plastic clear bags of hair. I believe it is human hair, not horse hair. The color was light blonde and soft, not like a feline cat either. I scanned and steamed each hair strand into my quantum microscope and then analyzed each karyotype picture first. I found the sameness pattern of size, shape, and band on all forty-six chromosomes with the sameness blood red colored centromere in the middle that connects the two separate arms. I cannot show you the hair strands, since the microscope eats up the physical matter and then converts into a floating gaseous steam. Then, the white heated steam is flooded and then floated out the tiny exhaust pipe from the microscope house, drifting foreverly into the air waves and outside the building structure and office of Core-All. However, I did take a digital photograph of each specimen for additional study. Let me find my digital camera for you to see!” He stood upright with a grin from the chair and back stepped from the office desk, spinning around, moving ahead towards a tiny closet on the side wall.

She continued to stare with a whisper at the computer screen. “There were thirty-two cities with thirty-two separate artifacts for thirty-two individual Atlantians that would show thirty-two sameness karyotype patterns. These are the chromosome pics of the thirty-two poofed Atlantians. This is the last sign, before one poofs into permanent death as a true Atlantian. O my gosh! Mrs. Weiss touched me with her hands. O my gosh! I gave Armus the gray ashes of the poofed Atlantian. O my gosh! I’m pregnant with a child during the entire poofing event with each dead Atlantian.” Cutny returned back the work station and stood behind the rear skull of Cassium with a grin while clearing a throat, handing down the digital camera over her hair roots. She reached up and accepted the digital camera, placing it in front of a face, flipping mindlessly through each photograph with a stern face. “What have you concluded about the sameness of each karyotype, Dr. Cutny?”

He scooted around and sat back down while staring with a grin at the computer screen. “I would say that the molecular clock of each subject is expiring down to death.”

She looked up with a gasp and a worried brow to see his nose profile. “What did you say?”

He reached down and pressed the button on the keyboard while staring with a nod at the computer screen. “I am speculating here for you, Dr. Deme. So far, I have analyzed only the karyotype pictures which tell me a great deal. When I tap the screen back toward subject number one, I see the red colored band of p-arm in position twenty-one. When I type forward, I see the red-colored band of p-arm grows down into position twenty-one and then twenty which is spreading like an infection or a virus or a fungus or a bacterium. When I advance forward towards subject 184, I see that all forty-six chromosomes and both the arms are solid red colored with a blood red centromere. When I remove my colored coded red infection band, I see a set of pretty mutated black and white arms with a blazing blood red center. That is a death cell for each subject. I have never seen a chromosome picture like this one. No human can breathe oxygen on planet Earth with a chromosome picture like this one. I am convinced that this is an epic gene mutation of the chromosome legs which begins in the p-arm at location twenty-one, the rheumatoid arthritis mutated gene. That is my theory for the day which is based on my latest research. I am a thorough scientist too. Tomorrow, we will start more analysis of proteins, enzymes, alleles, ions, and the entire work-up of the genetics textbook.”

She stared at the screen with a whisper for her ears only. “Or each subject is developing into a new species on planet Earth.”

Slivin appeared and stood in the archway not smiling, but snorted. “Ahem. Dr. Cutny, I have the genetic report that you requested, before the end of the business day. I need to provide you the electronic naming file and the associated electronic folder.”

Cutny stood upright from the chair and looked down with a grin to see the hair roots of Cassium as she continued to stare at the computer screen. “Yes. Yes. Please excuse me, Dr. Deme. I will spend a few minutes with Dr. Slivin. I must see the final genetic findings, before we can continue tomorrow morning.”

Cassium nodded in silence while staring at the computer screen. Cutny left his office space and moved outside into the hallway with Slivin. Cassium leaned over and tapped the computer button on the keyboard while viewing the start of the RA gene mutation sequence pattern with 184 karyotype pictures. She started at the first subject and associated karyotype picture while clearly showing the gene mutation within the affected gene position of twenty-one, the RA gene. She whispered for her eardrums only. “Chromosome six produces the genetic diseases of diabetes, rheumatoid arthritis, and multiple sclerosis,” gasping. “I too have the genetic disease of rheumatoid arthritis. This nonsense mutation makes perfect sense to me and for me. I’m susceptibility to rheumatoid arthritis also. My genes are duplicating and growing too with the mutated gene of RA.” She reached down and touched her stomach with a worried brow while staring at the computer screen. “I will eventually possess both a set of deformed hands and feet too,” gasping. “My little newborn Alele might have inherited my gene mutation too.” She turned with a puzzled brow to see the wall of glass windows, narrowing the eyelashes with a soft whisper. “I must know. I have to find out about Alele’s gene mutations,” she exhaled with a puff of worry, holding back the sobs and the tears of worry. “Why is this happening to my baby? She is only a baby, innocent and pure.” She returned back with a worried brow to see the computer screen and reached down, tapping the button on the keyboard, continuing the sequence pattern while memorizing each chromosome pattern. She cannot print out an electronic picture from the computer screen. Cutny returned back into the office space and sat down in his rolling chair with a grin n silence. She jabbed a finger with a stern face at the computer screen while asking with personal reason. “Have you had time to run an allele program on any of these RA subjects yet?”

He stared at the screen with pursed lips. “No. I wanted a second opinion on what I was viewing. I found the first, then second, then third subjects with those particular red band markings…”

“Then, you must run an allele program for the entire 2.1 million subjects of RA. Tomorrow, let us see, where the RA genetic mutation has originated from. Then maybe, we can back trace some of the alleles and find some reasonable scientific explanation for a nonsense mutation, a speciation, a genetic drift or…”

“A new bipedal species that might have emerged upon the soil of planet Earth which has formed before our very pair of dancing eyeballs here at All-Core,” he reached down and pressed the button on the keyboard, turning with a grin to see her, “The allele program is up and running, Cassium. The allele data will take a few hours of computation and calculations to complete the application,” he returned back with a smile to see computer clock. “Look at the time! It is time to go and leave for home.” He stood upright from the chair and leaned down, bad breathing on top of her hair roots as he was shorter when standing upright too. She rolled the chair backwards and stood upright with a stern face in silence from the seat while staring down at the thinking electron hourglass symbol on the computer screen. He looked up with a grin to see her chin as it was shorter than her body frame. “I really appreciate your assistance today, Dr. Deme. I would not have been able to continue without a second professional confirmation of my findings.”

She continued to stare with a stern face at the computer screen. “You’re welcome,” she looked down with a grin to see his bald skull as she was taller of the two humans. “Well, I am going home too. It is very late,” she back stepped and waved a hand like a silly teenager, spinning around with a worried brow, moving out his office space and through the archway and slammed into the body of Armus. She cuddled into his arm with a panicked whisper into his face. “They found Atlantis.”

Armus whispered with a stern brow back into her face. “They found Atlantis.”

She gasped. “What did Slivin find?”

He looked up with astern face and scanned an empty hallway while whispering into her face. “No shared talk here! Go and get your purse from your office desk! We talk inside my truck in private,” Armus spun them around to face their shared office space. They swiftly moved down the hallway to collect their possessions and then travel back home.

 

 

5:16 p.m.

Pickup truck ride of Armus and Cassium

US Highway 31

(two miles from Cure-all Core)

Sizzling hot temperatures with bright sunlight and white clouds

 

 

Cassium sat in the middle seat with the safety belt latched cuddling with the driving arm of Armus, exhaling with a puff of nervousness. She looked up to see his nose profile. “Cutny found the Atlantian karyotype pic…”

“…and so did Slivin,” he drove the truck with a worried brow.

“He has digital evidence of all thirty-two poofed Atlantians coming from a bag of individual blonde tinted hair strands which were somehow located inside specimen box number zero of Bothea’s research project within the wall of boxes. I thought Granth was specimen box number zero. O my gosh! Cure-all has raided all the Burn U specimen boxes. We have to raid the metal boxes too. We have to steal back all the Atlantian specimen hair strands from Cure-all, Slivin, and Cutny…”

“No go! The wall of boxes lives inside Slivin’s office, happily. Slivin had me scan and stream each specimen box of Mrs. Weiss and Granth.”

She gasped in alarm. “I’m inside that specimen box which is listed within the top four of the allele printout. Slivin is going to find me and figure out the wrong conclusion again.”

He drove with a chuckle. “You were. I switched Mrs. Weiss into her rightful spot as number two. You’re about number 13,567,892 allele count inside that old and abused allele program by Bothea. Granth is number one. Bothea is number three. Slivin thinks that she has found a family unit with the founder effect consisting of a mama, a daddy, and a baby girl.”

She exhaled. “Thank you! What’s up with the founder effect from Dr. Gesler? I find the concept pure science fiction within the worlds of genetics and biology.”

“No thanks needed, babe! You’re my babe and my baby, too. I protect my babes twenty-four hours and seven days, forever,” he chuckled. Cassium lifted up and kissed his cheekbone, sitting back down with a smile in silence. Armus drove with a silly grin of love. “Each one of their karyotype pics was a set of perfect forty-six chromosomes with a blood red center. However, Bothea’s karyotype pic was less than half of the colorful red centers. I wonder why.”

She turned with a stern face and looked at the roadway with a nod. “Bothea was only forty-one years old when Granth murdered her by ripping out her fresh spinal cord meat. I will never forget that event, her death, and her dying with that vivid bloody memory burned and buried into my grave. She was supposed to live to be seventy-five years old. So, her age of forty-one is forty-five percent of her full life expectancy of seventy-five years old. I would expect to see less than fifty percent on her karyotype picture too.”

He drove with a nod. “I saw that.”

“I saw more. Cutny has collected somehow all thirty-two poofed and dead Atlantians that lived all over the world where we visited each place. I saw thirty-two pics of a forty-six chromosome karyotype with a blazing red centromere. We…we have to do something Armus. Steal the pics! Burn the pics! Purge the pics!”

He drove with a nod. “Granth or rather Horton was spying on us during our world tour without harming or killing us. That explains us being alive and the Atlantians being invited for a visitation into metro city Birmingham for the last time and breath. Granth must’ve greeted and meeted them when each one four and then retrieved back their personal Atlantian possession. But slick Granth invited them to Birmingham for his evil purpose too.”

She giggled with a nod at the roadway. “But, the sly Atlantians gave Granth a blow-out birthday party.”

“Okay! Both sides were playing the coy plot. And both sides lost everything. So, why bother examining each and every poofed Atlantian chrome-pic right now, today, at the moment?”

“Gesler is looking for them. He might not be one of the billionaires, but he works for all of them greedy creatures, a unique species on planet Earth.”

“Yeah! Everyone wants to live to be 1,000 years old.”

“Exception, we know the real truth and the hush-hush secret. Shall we do some sharing, darling?” She giggled at the roadway.

He drove with a huff of frustration. “Great geniuses think alike! I was wondering the same thing. We would be safer. They would be less stupid. However, I didn’t know how to produce a magical show of flying pile of sizzling gray ashes from a human body part without a gun or three with both hands, and maybe, my soft pink lips.”

She turned and smiled at his cheekbone. “I like your soft pink lips and other pink body parts. So, we go and get the newly revealed Atlantian from Cutny’s investigation that I saw on his computer screen.”

He drove the truck and shook a skull. “Naw! There ain’t no other Atlantian, single or couples. They are all poofed and gone from planet Earth.”

She nodded with a smile. “Yes! There are lots more Atlantians. I saw the newly developing red blooded centromere coming from a series of karyotypes pics on Cutny’s computer, this afternoon. He had 184 slides on the computer screen. Well, I take that back. I actually didn’t see all visual 184 slides, but that would be equal to 184 different and living Atlantians.”

Armus drove with a puzzled brow. “Cutny happened to find 184 karyotype pictures of 184 Atlantians, who also happened to interview and then dump a blow of their nose snot into LACI. Hmm! It sounds fishy to me, honey.”

She exhaled with a puff of worry. “No. He didn’t happen to find them. He happened to have researched and then found them within LACI coming from one or many of the 100,000 satellite research centers throughout the world. He is working on the genetic disease MS within chromosome six. Hmm! It sounds valid to me, honey.”

He wrapped an arm around her with a smile and shook a skull, “Naw! He just likes you. So, I guess I get to kick his little ass tomorrow. No heated or cool body flirts with my babe!” She smiled. He reached up and pressed the garage door devise, turning off the main roadway and then slowed the truck, pulling into the open garage door of their shared antebellum mansion. He stopped the truck and viewed the nose profile of Cassium with worry.

 

 

Tuesday July 20th

 

 

6:59 a.m.

Cure-all Science Medical Core location

Hot sizzling temperatures with bright sunshine

Shared office setting of Armus and Cassium

 

 

She typed on the computer keyboard at her office desk as Armus sat inside his writing desk with a pair of nicely polished cowboy boots propped on top of the desk surface while reading the daily newspaper with an ugly yawn, sipping and swallowed the cup of steaming coffee. And then, he repeated the relaxing process. She stopped typing with a gasp and pointed up with a smile at her computer screen. “Come and look at this, Armus!”

He sipped and swallowed the coffee with an ugly yawn. “Why are we at work so early in the morn? Our work day doesn’t start until eight or nine or ten in the morning. I need my beauty sleep, babe. I’m too old to rise and shine like my sweet mama’s pan of good tasting homemade buttermilk biscuits,” he sipped and swallowed the coffee with a smile while reading the newspaper.

“I wanna finish running the allele program, before we’re required to start our individual assignments with Cut and Slice.”

He chuckled. “See? You agree with me. They cut and slice your body up into a set of tiny little shark bites…”

“I duplicated Cutny’s data stream from yesterday. Within 2.1 million patients with the genetic disease of MS among 414 normal control factors, it occurred two times within the allele letter of Q.”

He looked up with a puzzled brow to see the ceiling and looked back to see her nose profile across the room. “Within the 2.1 million patients for the genetic disease of MS? I thought Cutny told us on our first day of business orientation 101 that LACI had 3.1 million infected patients for the genetic disease of MS. Where are the other absent and not counted one million MS patients within his genetic sampling?” He looked down with a grin to read the sports page of the newspaper.

She exhaled with a puff of worry. “Dunno! I just re-ran the allele program with Cutny’s patients within chromosome six and I got the same output as he did yesterday. There are two subjects with the allele letter of Q. The Y-chromosome allele shows one percent European and ninety-nine percent American. The ninety-nine percent American is specifically coming from the population of Warao within the country of South America.”

“What’s a Warao?” He dropped the newspaper onto the writing desk with a smile, reaching over, grabbing the mobile telephone, accessing the internet with a soft chuckle.

She typed and accessed the information faster on the super computer, reading it out loud for all eardrums. “Warao is the native language of the Warao people with a population of around 28,000. They live in northern Venezuela. Okay! Venezuela is located within the country of South America. South American is part of the Cure-all American pot including the USA, Canada, and all the other Caribbean islands along the Atlantic Ocean. O my gosh! The natives speak the Timucua language within northern Venezuela and…” She gasped in alarm. “No way! The Timucua dialect is also geographically isolated within the central US State of Alabama.”

He exhaled with a huff of frustration and slid down the pair of boots from the office desk, standing upright from the office chair, back stepping with a laugh from the desk, moving ahead towards Cassium. He stopped with a smile and leaned over her collar bone, scanning the new information on the computer screen also, “No farting way!”

She reached down and pressed the button on the keyboard, pointing with a worried brow at the computer screen. “Do you see the electronic map? The bright red shapes are all the contact locations of the Warao peoples. It comprises the entire northern geographical section within the country of Venezuela and one tiny spot here inside metro city Birmingham. Alabama. Me!”

He laughed out loud at the computer screen, “Ah naw, honey! The one tiny red spot belonged to poofed and dead Mrs. Weiss. And Mrs. Weiss and her Atlantian allele must’ve attended more than one of Bothea’s research interviews based on this newly revealed genetic information with LACI super computer. She is the allele letter of Q here in B’ham. Man! That woman got around the world,” chuckling.

“She was searching for another Atlantian inside her own backyard of Bama.”

“Naw! If she had been searching her lawn backyard, she would’ve been in trouble with the Birmingham Parks and Nature Department for digging up the rich ground soil of flowers and bushes, not with billionaire Granth Meath.”

“The Timucua language was an isolated language. The Timucua people, language, and culture are presently extinct, not being spoken in word or tongue, since 2,000 BC.”

He reached down and patted her collar bone with a smile at the computer screen. “All the meat is well done now, honey. Granth is dead. Bothea is dead. Mrs. Weiss is dead. The Atlantians are all dead. And the Timucua language is dead. Everyone is dead. The dead end!” He stood upright with a chuckle and stared at the computer screen.

She shook the curls with a worried brow. “The new beginning is the second round. We need to trace down and contact the two subjects with the two sameness chromosomes of a red center. We must warn them about…”

“Naw! All the Atlantians are poofed and gone from planet Earth. They gave you their ceremonial Atlantian gifts, mostly weapons and such. What are we going to do with these ancient Atlantian antiques, honey? I don’t think we can sell them, since we don’t possess for the auctioneer all the authentic cards.” He snapped the fingers with a nod and chuckle while staring down at her hair roots. “I know the perfect solution. We can give each ancient Atlantian gift as a cool Christmas present to each one of my sorry relatives that I don’t particular like or wanna see during Brother Jesus’ birthday, but my mama makes me. Yeah! I am her little baby boy.”

She typed on the keyboard with a sad frown. “The Atlantians also shared with us there is an eighth generation which is probably composed of both young adults and young teen boys and girls and maybe some children and infants. A true Atlantian can mix and mate with a human, maybe killing the human. I don’t really know. Anyways, I believe we’re looking at two living and breathing Atlantians.”

He spun around to face the opposite wall with a smile and moved ahead towards his writing desk and stopped, sliding back down into the chair. He leaned down and read the newspaper with a stern face. “How are we going to travel now, specifically out of the USA? We got a job. We took the two million dollar paychecks. We got work to do. I got work for years and years and years…”

She typed on the keyboard with a nod and a stern face. “We are preg…nancy. We have health insurance and mama and daddy sick days, when the baby is feeling poorly.”

He looked up with a gasp to see the nose profile of Cassium. “Alele is not sick, but healthy.”

She continued to type on the keyboard with a smile. “I know that. You know that. But, Gesler doesn’t know that. We have to warn the new set of Atlantians about Cure-all Core, dead Granth, shadowy Gesler, short Cutny, and shorter Slivin.”

He reached down and lifted up the coffee near a frown. “What fart for?”

She stopped typing and dropped both hands, touching the desk surface and pushed backwards. The rolling chair stopped a few feet from the office desk. She turned with a sad frown and sob of tears to see Armus. “I…I am going to die at the age of fifty years old.”

He looked up with a frown to see her and stood upright with a gasp, dashing ahead towards Cassium. He stopped and slid down onto one knee with a worried brow into her tears. “How do you know that, sweetheart?”

She wiped off each eyelash with a set of hot tears and spun around, slowly rolling back to the office desk with a sad face, reaching down and pressed the button on the keyboard. The computer screen showed a single karyotype. She pointed with a worried brow at the object on the screen. “Look at the sequence pattern of the p-arm on position twenty-one on the screen! This is my personal karyotype. I am listed inside LACI underneath the Burn U research result files, specifically specimen box number 11899. That is my valid specimen sampling box, isn’t that correct, Armus?”

Armus followed behind the rolling chair and stopped, standing behind her hairy skull while staring at the computer screen with a nod and a worried brow. “I haven’t got that far with my permanent homework on the wall of boxes inside Slivin’s office coming from the Burn U research project. And I’m not labeling each subject, after I scan them either.”

She sobbed with tears at the computer screen. “Slivin works twenty-four hours and seven days per week here at Cure-all Core. You told me that it is her responsible to scan and steam every single one of the 420,000 specimen samplings into the microphone. She is eager to find a super gene, the first female of the century,” exhaling.

He leaned down with a grin and kissed her cheekbone, pulling back with a smile. “And you beat her to the title of genetics princess with your brilliant new discovery of the CF missing protein colipase.”

She jabbed a finger with a worried brow at the screen. “Inside the p-arm on position twenty-one, I possess a gene mutation of rheumatoid arthritis.”

He leaned down into the screen and narrowing the eyelids with a worried brow. “So, you got the susceptibility of rheumatoid arthritis. You lack some sufficient vitamin D from sunlight inside your biological human body. Bright sunshine helps the human skin produce vitamin D. You and I live inside dull and dark Alabama with no sunlight sometimes. Vitamin D helps the body absorbs calcium and Cassium, um, um,” chuckling. “So, you eat more fish, drink milk, and run in the sun for some fun. I’ll run with you for some fun-sun mating time too,” chuckling.

“I’m pregnant.”

“The baby is fine, sugar. Can we leave and go on a short vacation back into our bedroom for the afternoon? I’m so done with Slivin today too.”

She reached down and pressed the button on the keyboard, pointing up with a worried brow at the new picture on the screen. “Cutny was kind enough to send me his slide work from yesterday. This is Cutny’s first karyotype on the p-arm in position twenty-one.”

He dropped open a mouth with a gasp at the screen. “O rats! Is that your particular karyotype? Flip it back to your personal karyotype! This one is very, very, if not too, too similar to your personal karyotype. Go ahead and show me the rest of the karyotypes that Cutny has collected also.”

She sobbed with tears and wiped off each eyelash, reaching down, pressing the button on the keyboard. “I don’t know if Cutny’s first karyotype belongs to me. He is still analyzing. He discovered the RA sequence pattern yesterday. He wanted my professional opinion about the discovery, if I was seeing the same conclusion. Honestly, I was completely shocked and stunned and then scared.”

He jabbed a finger with a worried brow at the screen, shaking a skull. “This ain’t you, Cassium. It is just a weird coincidence or something that can be explained. I promise I’ll find out and explain it to you immediately.”

She continued to sob and wipe off the tears exhaling with a big puff of worry. “You need to see the karyotype sequence in genetic order. I’m going to rush it a little faster for a better visual effect. After you see the visual karyotype sequence, I promise it will affect you badly,” she reached down and pressed the button on the keyboard. The p-arm in position twenty-one swiftly spread upwards covering each position and finally stopped on position twelve. Then, the next karyotype picture showed that q-arm in position twelve swiftly spread downwards covering each position and finally stopped on position twenty-six. She continued to sob with tears and wiped each eyelash of sad tears. Armus dropped open a mouth with a gasp the pictures on the computer screen without a word. She sobbed with a sad face at the computer screen. “Cutny’s results show the RA gene mutation infects the p-arm, every day. The next day, the q-arm is infected. On the third day, it performs a chromosome-jump and then affects chromosome five on the p-arm. On the fourth day, chromosome five is morphed with the RA gene mutation. It attacks the four-legged chromosome within forty-eight hours, which is only two full days. You can see that the gene mutation is spreading side to side, working towards chromosome one and then starts going forward up towards chromosome seven. The slides are not every single step of the morphed chromosome six going to the other 183 morphed chromosomes coming from the RA gene mutation. So just watch! I’m flipping very rapidly to the last one. Don’t comment! Just study it intensively and intently, before anything else.” She pressed the button on the keyboard. The last karyotype picture displayed on the computer screen with a set pretty mutated black and white forty-six chromosome arms with a blazing blood red center.

He exhaled with a huff of worry and jabbed a finger with a nod at the screen, “The Atlantian Curse. This is a visual picture of the completed Atlantian curse within the genetic coding when each Atlantian poofed out on their death day. All their individual chromosomes look alike…”

“Sameness!”

He nodded with a worried brow, “A sameness chromo-pic!”

Her eyes flooded with tears and as she sniffed back up the running snot into two nose holes with a sad whisper. “My gene suppressors do not function, causing a death cell. I can’t stop the Atlantian curse either. There are forty-six chromosomes with four arms inside my body too. At the rate of exposure per day, I’ll be death…”

“…in 184 more days. I do can do the math too,” nodded Armus.

She continued to sob and wipe off the tears from a swollen face of worry. “I’m going to die. I’m going to die, without seeing my newborn baby.”

He shook a skull with a worried brow and leaned down, hugging her shoulders with a stern face. “No! No! No! I’ll not let that happen.”

“Please, Armus, take good care of our baby! Give her both of our love! Alele…”

“Hush darling!” he pulled Cassium out from the chair and hugging her body, whispering into her eardrums with a stern face. “You are going to live. We are going to be a happily ever after couple for almost eternally, since we will reach these pearly gates in heaven and be happy there too. You are not going to die,” he slightly grinned with gut worry.

“You saw the results of a world renowned geneticist. Cutny is one of the best scientist within our shared field of genetics study.”

He back stepped from her back spine and scooted around Cassium, sitting down in the rolling chair, moving closer towards the desk surface. He reached down and typed on the keyboard with a determined brow. “We have both the knowledge and experience like Cutny too. He’s only a geek. We’re the nerds. You possess the Atlantian Curse which has been initialed somehow inside the RA gene mutation. This is new datum. So who cares? We find and locate another living and breathing Atlantian and then rip out his or her spinal cord meat like Granth had nicely demonstrated for us inside the ballroom at the Meath Hotel. Granth was a barbaric monster, but he found the cure of the century for all gene mutations.”

She dropped open a mouth with a gasp and shook the curls still wiping off the tears. “I can’t allow you to do that. You can’t murder an innocent person for his body part just…just because I’m going to die from a…”

“…gene mutation. Naw! The gene mutation came from and was caused by a dang Atlantian. One or two Atlantians will do the trick and heal you up bestest. Then, you will love me and live to be hundred years old like Mrs. Weiss. That’s all the fresh meat you’ll need for us to enjoy our seventieth wedding anniversary,” he looked back over a collar bone with a wink at Cassium and then returned back with a chuckle, typing on the keyboard.

She shook the curls with a gasp of worry, “No! Naw! Nope! I will not sacrifice another precious life.”

He continued to type with a wicked grin and an evil laugh. “Okay! I’ll knock you out with a local drug and then implant the fresh meat. I am not losing you, Cassium. I am not losing my wife and the mother of my child Alele. You are living and doing the wild thing with me for the rest of my breathing days, until I die in your arms or between your legs and either way is acceptable to me. And I found something here,” he stopped typed and pointed up with smile at the computer screen.

She leaned over his collar bone and wiped off the sad tears. “What have you found?”

He exhaled with a huff of worry. “I set up a parameter within your unique allele letter of Q while looking for some more new information with both personal and private contact of the Atlantian. And we got lucky, babe. LACI holds a single very old medical test of blood.”

“Why would an Atlantian volunteer for a research project like Mrs. Weiss and then share a private medical test? She got exposed and then murdered from her carelessness.”

He shook a skull. “Naw! I bet the research project is some kind of communication signal for each hidden Atlantians. If a good researcher was both honesty and curious, then she would have contacted Mrs. Weiss and asked her more questions about her weird-o gene mutations. Then, the set of posed questions would lead to a set of addressed answers and the city street addresses or physical locations of each secretly hidden Atlantian. Mrs. Weiss was slick. She knew what she was doing to you and Bothea and Granth and me. Ahem. I sound like Slivin. Look at the karyotype pic on the screen! There are twenty-eight out of the forty-six sameness black and white chromosomes with a red tinted center which is exactly identical to Mrs. Weiss. That would be a sixty percent infection rate of the Atlantis curse on this man. So, the male is probably 150 years old or some kind of phenomenal ancient age. I bet he is one of the original riders inside the ocean sailing dead guts within the whale pod. You called them, riders. Well, this is our living and breathing Atlantian, honey,” smiling.

She turned with a worried face to see the closed entrance door then the ceiling, then each wall, and finally the wall of glass windows. “Sh! Do not speak so loud! Is this office space bugged?” Cassium returned back to see the hair roots of Armus.

“Naw! The person is named as Molten. Mr. Molten lives in the beach city of Miami within the US State of Florida. Figures! He’s a tobacco spit tongue toss from the Key West. I bet he visits each month his old stomping grounds like a divorced depressed father,” chuckling.

“Armus!” She reached down and slapped his collar bone with a soft giggle.

He chuckled louder with a nod and a grin. “We take the company’s private jet down to Miami for a sea and see sight trip, getting off for the rest of the week. You feel nausea and pookie and dookie from eating the entire batch of homemade chocolate, oatmeal, and sugar cookies all at the same moment. Ain’t that right, mommy-to-be?”

She shook the curls with a puzzled brow and sniffed back up the running snot into two nose holes. “No. I do not want any more help or ass-resistant from Cure-all Core or any other billionaire, who owns any stock in a genetics company. We do this on our own time. Let’s go directly to the airport and get on stand-by! I can’t image the entire city of Birminghamians desiring to fly to Miami today.”

He nodded in silence while typing and filed the electronic slide like a piece of valid data rather than deleting the picture deep into the computer system. The Cure-all Core IT department inspected all deleted files, folders, and records inside LACI for both spying and pirating of top secret datum. Armus could monitor an electronic file anytime, but he could not explain a set of discarded stolen datum from LACI, without a really good explanation. He finished the simply computer task with a smile and reached over, powering down the computer with a smile and a nod. “I agree, honey. That’s great escape plan for the two of us,” he stood upright from the rolling chair with a chuckle and spun around with a smile to see her worried brow.

She swung around to face her writing desk and moved ahead, stopping, gathering up her handbag while scanning the shared office space with a worried brow. She had left the abused newspaper, a set of eaten and unwrapped chocolate candies, and two dirty and empty paper cups of milk while looking like Armus and Cassium left under distress, which were both the truth and the lie. “We bring…you know and the other…you know…with us,” she spun around with the handbag and slammed into Armus with a gasp.

He leaned over and kissed her cheekbone, pulling back with a whisper and a chuckle. “What is the…you know what and the other…you know what?”

“You know it!” She cuddled into his chest with a smile. They both turned to face the entrance wall, swiftly exiting the shared office space, rapidly moving down an empty hallway to visit Gesler with the excuse of the day. The rest of the Cure-all scientists were busy searching for a super gene to save the rest of earthling on the planet.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, pulling back with a grin, “Naw. I don’t know of the…you know what and the other…you know what. Tell me!”

Cassium rolled the eyeballs and returned back to see Arums with a silly grin.

 

 

1:01 p.m. (Eastern Standard Time)

City of Miami with US State Florida

(808 miles southeast from Birmingham)

Hot sizzling temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

Cassium and Armus landed in an airplane at the Miami International Airport that afternoon coming from Birmingham. The weather was hot and sunny with ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit and three miles per hour winds coming from the east. The humidity was eighty-six percent with a twenty percent chance of rain showers within the pretty Miami day. The skyline was painted in a solid color of royal blue. The beaches were drawn in sparkling golden sands. And the trees were deeply lush dark green forests of tropic plants and shrubs.

Armus drove the rental car coming from the airport without stopping and a snapping picture of each water-shooting concrete fountain or each neon colored building structure with the mobile telephone as his active mind was on a serious mission. He concentrated with both eardrums on hearing the navigational devise on the dashboard of the car while following the city street direction directly towards the home of Molten within downtown Miami, without hesitation. The building appeared like a skyscraper of over one hundred feet in the air that overlooked the pale green tinted waters of Biscayne Bay, a body of water thirty-five miles long and eight miles wide.

Biscayne Bay was a rectangular shaped lagoon which was separated from the Straits of Florida by a set of strong ocean currents with hundreds of shallow ankle-deep golden sandbars that stretched beyond the human eyeballs for eight wide and long miles. The hidden underwater depth down towards the ocean floor between each sandbar inside the ocean bay aided in protecting and blocking the inflow of any type of hurricane wave pattern into the tiny lagoon coming from the vast and great Atlantic Ocean, an important natural phenomenon for centuries.

The calm pale green waves of Biscayne Bay kissed on the hot golden tinted sands of the beach path along the city street Brickell Avenue, while a native enjoyed watching a pod of leaping bottlenose dolphins or a herd of slow moving underwater gray manatees that played inside their aquatic home within the clear waters.

Inside the speeding car, Armus turned from the highway and slammed down onto the brakes at Brickell Avenue, backing up the car in light traffic and then drove forward, parking in front of a set of closed steel painted white tinted gates.

A tall and fat security guard looked down with a sour frown into the open window of the unfamiliar car with a sour tone at the nose bridge of Armus. “You do not possess a yellow sticker on your vehicle for entrance into this private parking garage. You can use the U-turn up there ten feet from my guard duty station. Please leave!”

Armus looked up with a grin to see the guard. “Yes sir. I’m staying. Thanks kindly! I’m Dr. Deme. I’m here to visit Mr. Molten at who resides at 10490 Brickell Avenue here in lovely and hot sizzling Miami within the USA State of Florida and right here inside this very tall building.”

The guard reached over with a huff and lifted up the landline telephone receiver into the eardrum with a sneer. “I have to call and get permission, before you can enter the private parking deck and disturb Mr. Molten. Wait right here and don’t move the car!” He moved backwards into the small security station for the private telephone conversation with Molten.

Armus looked up to see the blue sky, not seeing the white roof tiles on top of the structure with a worried brow. “O rats. This building’s tall. It’s one of the tallest skyscrapers here in Miami for a living unit as opposed to an office structure. I bet Molten lives down inside the basement when the high tide comes in and then drowns his old worn pair of sneakers. Remember our visit to Key West? Maybe…”

Cassium shook the curls with a giggle and stared at his nose profile with a grin. “No, darling! Business first, and then play house later!”

The guard moved ahead and leaned down into open window of the unfamiliar car with a sneer. “Who is in the car with you, sir?”

Armus turned with a confused brow to see the guard. “Uh…”

“Mrs. Weiss,” she leaned forward with a smile to see the sneer on the guard and waved a hand at the sour puss guard.

“Do you have a first name, ma’am?” The guard held the telephone receiver near the eardrum.

She flipped a hand with a pretty smile. “Mrs. Weiss is here. Please tell Mr. Molten! We’re old friends.”

The guard nodded. “Yes ma’am. Please wait here while I contact Mr. Molten again.” He lifted the phone and whispered into the receiver.

Armus turned with a smile to see Cassium. “Good thinking, darling! At least, we’ll get into his apartment and then I’ll hog-tie him on top of the sofa. Then, we’ll take out and keep his spinal cord meat…”

“Sir,” the guard leaned down into the open window.

“Meat! Me is hunger for food of meat,” Armus frowned at Cassium and then swing a smile to see the sour puss guard.

The guard pointed into the garage center with a sour frown, “Sir. Mr. Molten has approved your visitation. Please park on the third level with the rest of the visitors. He resides in apartment number 10490. That’s on the one hundred and fourth floor level which goes straight up towards the top…”

“Top of what, the entrance into heaven’s pearly gates?” Armus exhaled with a worried brow as the guard chuckled. Armus nodded with a stern face. “Thank you, sir. I’ll follow your instructions.”

 

 

1:36 p.m.

104th floor level

Home location of Molten

Living room setting

Hot temperatures with bright sun

 

 

The elevator carriage stopped. The doors opened. Cassium stepped off the elevator first onto the nicely polished wooden flooring, holding his hand, hearing the rattle of each sea pearl inside the backpack which occupied the other hand. She scanned an empty hallway without any other metal front entrance door or a set of wandering residents. She and Armus moved ahead and strolled down a hallway of dull peach colored paint and rows of viewing windows.

Armus veered closer to the window with a gasp. “We are very high up into the clouds. O rats! I can see and smell all of Miami up here. I see the tiny house, the tinier people, and the tiniest plants. I feel like I’m going to launch into outer space from here.”

She moved down the hallway with Armus. “Are you afraid of heights?”

“Naw! I’m only afraid of heroes.” He laughed.

She frowned. “What?”

The row of viewing windows ended the blue tinted skyline and displayed a solid wall of peach paint and then a cherry tinted metal entrance door and as Arums continued to hold her hand and stopped in front of the door with a grin. “The sign reads apartment number 10490. This is it. Do we knock?”

The apartment door opened.

The unfamiliar male smiled at Cassium and Armus and flung an arm into the air. “Come in. Come inside folks. I am so happy to have some visitors.”

She exhaled with a puff of shock and advance through the archway into the penthouse suite while studying the live and breathing Atlantian. “You are very young, sir, Mr. Molten.”

Molten was a tall male with a head of blonde colored hair and a tint of dark colored skin, who was well muscled and about fifty something in age. He back stepped with a grin from the archway, waving both hands in the air with happiness. “I am. I am. Did you bring it with you, young couple? Mrs. Weiss is dead that would be the only reason for your visitation to South Florida. Do you have the keye, young miss?”

She moved into a large open living space with three walls of solid glass windows showing an array of colorful skyscrapers within downtown Miami, the greenish-blue ocean waves, and the baby blue skyline. She lifted up the pretty baby blue tinted cylinder with a rounded knob without viewing Molten but a pod of dancing bottlenose dolphins. The pod of dolphins soared into the sky and then dropped back down, making large splashes of water for fun. She smiled at the cute aquatic scene. “Yes. We brought the keye. How do you know that Mrs. Weiss has passed away?” She returned back to see Molten and placed the backpack of sea pearls on top of the nicely polished wooden floor, standing upright with a smile, moving ahead towards the row of gleaming viewing windows, enjoying the beautiful ocean beach scenery on the eastern coastline.

Molten reached out and snatched up, rubbing the cylinder, back stepping from the young female and sat down on top of a yellow and green fish-patterned long sofa, staring with a smile at the cylinder. “She popped into a cloud of white smoke. It was her birthday, her time. She must’ve trusted you, young lady.”

Armus moved ahead and stopped, standing in front of Molten, withdrawing the hand gun, aiming the cold barrel at the hair roots of Molten with a nasty sneer. “Actually, she did more than trust Cassium. I’m her husband Armus Deme. Mrs. Weiss has infected Cassium’s genes with a mutation, the Atlantian curse. Cassium has less than six months to live. I am not sorry, but I’m going steal your spinal cord meat, so you’re going to die, sir, today, at this moment…”

Molten shook a skull and stared down with a smile and a kind tone at the keye. “No. That is not possible, young one,” he stood upright from the sofa with a grin and dropped the keye down onto the soft fabric, advancing ahead towards Cassium, reaching out and grabbed her arm. He whipped out a tiny tap needle and punctured her naked forearm.

She turned with a gasp and then screamed out loud in panic and fear. “Ouch!” She spun around to face Molten with a lady growl in fury and angry, looking down to his hand on her arm.

Armus spun around with a growl and pointed the gun barrel at the rear skull of Molten with a sneer. “Get away from her now. I’ll shoot you dead.”

Molten released her arm and spun around to face the side wall with a hum, moving ahead with a smile and a kind tone. “Please put away your weapon of death! I am testing her blood using a simple blood tap between old friends,” he stopped and slid down into a chair in front of a desktop computer, pressing a button. A horizontal tray smoothly slid out from the base of the computer. He dropped the bloody tap needle down into the slot, sliding the tray back into the computer tower with a hum of happiness. “Let us see what the blood test shows. You believe that your wife Cassium has an Atlantian curse. I do not believe an Atlantian curse exists, at least, I have never heard of one,” chuckling.

She rubbed the punched and aching forearm with a stern face and advanced ahead, stopping, standing next to the nose profile of Molten as he worked on the keyboard.

Armus scooted around the furniture and moved ahead with a soft sneer, continuing to hold the cold barrel of his gun at the rear skull of Molten, exhaling with a huff of annoyance. He lowered the pistol and stopped, standing on the other side of Molten while observing the typing actions on the desktop computer.

Molten typed and then stopped, pointed with a smile at the computer screen. “This is a picture of the karyotype twenty-three paired chromosomes. Your chromosome pattern is morphing, young one. You are a recipient of the RA gene mutation which is paired with a MS gene mutation within chromosome number six.”

Armus frowned down at the computer screen. “We know that.”

Molten smiled with a kind tone. “Excellent there, young sir! Then, you must know that the MS gene mutation is a slow growing deceleration of the central nervous system of a human. The electrical impulses become slow traveling along the pathway of the nerves coming from the brain and creating clinical function problems for a human, such as, vision, speech, walking, writing, and memory. Please write down your name for me on that piece of paper, young miss.” She reached down and grabbed a pen from the office desk, flowing smoothly her name Cassium Piston Deme on a piece of blank paper near to his elbow. Molten looked down with a chuckle to see the signed piece of paper. “Your hand writing is both strong and elegant along with your memory. Please stand erect and walk around the room for my eyeballs.” Cassium stood upright a little straighter and spun around, slowly strolling towards the entrance door and then spin around, advancing back towards Molten and Armus. Molten turned with a chuckle and a nod to see Cassium, “An elegant strut for an elegant lady.”

Armus sneered down at the hair roots of Molten, “My wife.”

Molten turned back and looked up with a grin to see Armus and then back to see Cassium. “And a jealous loving husband, I see very clearly. Now, I heard you pronounce your words with a subtle southern twang. Very charming! Therefore, you do not exhibit a lack of function within your speech pattern. The last test is vision. Please move towards the row of windows. Can you see the golden sands down on top of the shoreline beach from the one hundred and fourth floor of my penthouse suite?” Cassium spun around with a smile and moved back towards the viewing window. Molten asked. “Please tell me what you see on the beach!”

She stopped and stood in front of the window feeling the heat of the hot sunlight, looking down with a smile at all the objects on top of the beach. “I see three families, six adults, and eight children playing in the sands and inside the ocean water.”

Molten smiled with a nod. “Your vision is excellent. I have conducted my own degenerative testing of multiple scoliosis. You failed the degeneration part, gloriously. You do not carry the Atlantian core or any type of silly curse only a slow developing RA and MS gene mutation, which probably will not kick inside your genes, until you are old and gray like your grandma, young one,” he stood upright from the chair and spun around with a hum, moving ahead towards the sofa with the Atlantian keye.

Armus exhaled with a huff of annoyance and moved ahead towards the sofa with happy thoughts. The keye and the backpack of sea pearls had been delivery safely to the live and breathing Atlantian. And he discovered that Cassium is fine and healthy. So, it was time to leave the apartment and have some fun in the warm sunshine before returning back home to Birmingham for work.

She spun around from the window and shook the curls with a puzzled brow at the nose profile of Molten. “How is that not possible for the Atlantis curse and possible for the MS mutation to invade my DNA strand? MS is an inherited mutation. I used my own set of biological genes that came directly from my set of biological parents in obtaining my genetics degree at college inside the fun and fake academic laboratory. And I discovered that we, they, and all my dead ancestors do not carry the MS mutation either.”

Molten scooted around the sofa and sat back down, reaching out, grabbing and rubbed the cylinder with a smile to Cassium. “I am so plainly rude. Would you care for a beverage or a snack?”

“I do.” Armus scooted around the sofa and sat down in a separate chair diagonal to the sofa, raising both arms with a chuckle and a nod at Cassium.

She turned with a sour frown to see her boyfriend, “Armus!”

“I am hunger, since I don’t have to kill the cheery handsome dude.” Armus stood upright from the chair and advanced ahead into the kitchen space, stopping, banging the first set of wooden cabinets open and shut while hunting for a snack.

Molten watched Armus make a mess. “Be my nasty guest, Mr. Cassium! The refrigerator contains beer, too.”

“Good!” Armus banged more wooden cabinets open and shut with his amusement and his laugh.

Molten turned and smiled to Cassium, patting an empty spot on the sofa. “Cassium, come and sit with me. You must tell me how you are acquainted with Mrs. Weiss and all your interactions since birth, if possible.”

Armus returned back into the living space with a smile, carrying a lap tray of food snacks and stopped, offering Cassium a cold beverage of juice with a grin. She accepted the beverage with a sour frown in silence. He moved ahead with a laugh and sat back down in the solo chair diving into the food while listening to the private conversation.

She reached over and placed the beverage on top of the coffee table while staring with a stern face at Molten. “Thank you, Armus! Mrs. Weiss was my neighbor for many years. But I didn’t meet and talk with her, until two weeks ago. She invited me for morning tea and then she participated in a research study, which was sponsored by Granth Meath…”

“Granth Meath!” Molten looked up with a worried brow to see the ceiling and then retuned back with a nod to see Cassium. “I know Mr. Meath.”

Armus chewed and chuckled. “I know his death now.”

“How is that possible, Mr. Cassium?” Molten turned and frowned at Armus as Armus chewed and chuckled again.

She said. “Mrs. Weiss and I had participated in his research study, where we each clipped off our hair, nails, nose snot, ear wax…”

Molten turned and nodded at Cassium. “Granth was very thorough with his seek and destroy mission while trying to locate all the living Atlantians. He wasn’t really successfully though.”

She nodded. “He murdered another native of Birmingham there in Alabama. Dr. Bothea Rodan was a genetics professor at the local university, working on his research project. Then, he sawed and sliced out her spinal cord at T9 and T10…”

“These spinal cord numbers are between the sternum and the abdomen.” Molten nodded with a stern face. “Yes! The meat is the freshest there and the thickest like a T-bone steak. A placement of fresh spinal cord would insure his longevity.”

Armus chewed and then mouth spat out a set of used food particles over the tray and the floor. “He was born with the PKU gene mutation too.”

She looked up and stared at Armus, who was chewing with an open mouth and showing more the food particles. She turned and gagged with a sour frown, returning back with a deep breathes of fresh air to see Molten. “Granth thought that I was Mrs. Weiss, when Armus switched the two research sampling specimen bags.”

Molten turned and laughed at Armus. “The cowboy has a bark, not a bite.”

“I gotta a loaded gun, man.” Armus chewed his food with a sneer.

Molten laughed with a nod. “And I gotta a loaded weapon too much, much more, more dangerous, Mr. Cassium.”

She cleared a throat. “Granth captured all three of us and locked us inside his hotel, but I was eventually housed with Mrs. Weiss for an hour or so. She confessed to being an Atlantian. She told me everything. I saw the sand castles, the whale pods, the golden sand, the sandworms…”

He turned and frowned at Cassium. “Hmm! You saw the island of Atlantis, before the Flood, so she touched you like this,” he reached over and tapped on her arm.

“No. I laid my head on top of her shoulder and then she touched my temple with her hand.”

He smiled. “That’s okay too. I still don’t understand why all your alleles are slowly morphing with a newly discovered MS gene mutation which had not been passed down from your biological parents or grandparents.”

Armus chewed the food with a smile. “It comes from the Atlantian curse.”

Molten shook a skull with a stern face, “Hmm! I can see how you could be very confused, young sir. The Atlantian curse could be construed as a curse. In a visual presentation to a pair of naked human eyes, all forty-six chromosomes mutate in the sameness with a blood red colored center. This is pretty much the end of each one of us, since the Bible Flood. However, the mutation presentation takes decades and decades and decades, until the Atlantian reaches their…”

“…death day,” Armus chuckled.

Molten turned and laughed at Armus, “Very correct, Mr. Cassium!” He turned and smiled at Cassium. “Our forty-six chromosomes mutate in each gene. However, one or all the genes are not freely shared until there is a medical reason or a sexual performance. Normally, an Atlantian can touch, hold, and hug any other species without affecting the gene pool. We do mate and marry producing a child like me.”

She shook the curls with a frown. “Mr. Molten, I don’t understand one thing. You and Mrs. Weiss always described your Atlantian adventures, especially your one-way trip inside the Bible Flood in the first person. Mrs. Weiss had poofed at the age of hundred years old. She could not have possibly, secretly survived right after the Bible Flood, and then lived here in USA Alabama for many centuries, without one single nosy neighbor finding out her true identity.”

He smiled. “Yes, young one! Yes, you are correct! The Atlantian chromosome morphoration does change our physical appearance within our biological time clock. It also communicates in terms of numerous colorful vivid images of the Bible Flood and all the past historical events within our mental mind. I cannot explain, but I can express with honesty. Mrs. Weiss great-to-the sixty fifth-power grandmother did indeed travel inside the whale pod during the Bible Flood. Therefore, Mrs. Weiss did indeed inherit her grandmother’s Atlantian genes, making Mrs. Weiss a true new species.”

“You consider your selves a separate species,” she frowned.

“Spiders are a species. Monkeys are a species. Atlantians are not descendents of Noah but come directly from Adam, the first man. Actually, we are all mini-gene-mutations,” laughing.

“Hey! That’s my famous line, pal,” Armus frowned as she smiled.

Molten turned and winked at Armus. “I am sorry. As we, Americans like to say, the USA is the melting pot of the world plus all of our mixed, matched, and mated mini-gene-mutations.”

“She’s pregnant,” Armus smiled at Cassium.

Molten bounced up and down on top of the sofa, clapping with a chuckle. “A baby! How many months along the growth pathway, young miss?”

She smiled. “I am seven weeks with our child. Is the baby causing my new MS mutation within my body, Mr. Molten? The doctors have told me that my baby is both healthy and normal.”

He exhaled. “When did Mrs. Weiss explode into a pile of heated and drifting gray ashes?”

“Six weeks ago, she was inside Granth’s ballroom at his hotel in Birmingham.”

“O!” He frowned.

Armus dripped a set of beer droplets coming from the lips with a sour frown. “O rats. Is our child healthy and normal? If not, then ya betta find your personal weapon, because I’m taking you down and ripping out your fresh meatiest, thickest T9 and T10 thoracic spinal cord, right from your back muscles like right-hand man Horton did with Bothea.”

Molten stared at Cassium with a sour frown. “Were you pregnant when Mrs. Weiss touched your forehead?” She nodded. He asked. “What else did she do to you, Cassium? Did she kiss your lips?”

Armus sneered. “Hey, man!” He parted the lips with a gasp at Cassium. “Did she kiss your lips, honey?”

She shook the curls with a stern face. “No. After that colorful seasick Bible Flood vision, I returned back to reality and then the hotel door opened, showing Horton. He ordered us out the room and down the stairs and back into the ballroom. I stood first while helping Mrs. Weiss to stand up from the short bed mattress. We walked out the room together. I helped her down the stairs and into the ballroom. We didn’t kiss or hug or do a mother-daughter do…”

“What does a mother-daughter do?” Armus frowned.

She waved a hand with a smile and a nod. “You know it’s when a mother and a daughter greet each other with a hug, sometimes a light peck kiss on the cheekbone kinda like when a son smacks a kiss onto his mom’s cheekbone too.”

Molten frowned. “Was your prison room hot or warm? Was the ballroom either hot or heated? Did you sweat with water inside your personal clothes?”

She shook the curls. “The entire hotel temperature was freezing cold. I didn’t sweat. I was too nervous and too cold to sweat.”

Molten shook a skull and reached out, touching her punctured arm with a confused brow. “I don’t understand this either. We do not pass the Atlantis curse through a finger touch or a sex act or a mouth kiss. I would like to test the baby’s chromosomes.”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Naw!” Armus raised the hand without the beer bottle with a sour frown.

“Yes,” she smiled with a nod at Molten.

“No!” Armus frowned at Cassium.

She frowned at her boyfriend. “What is your problem, Armus?”

Armus stood upright and held the food tray with a worried brow. “I don’t wanna know if my child is mutated like an Atlantian or not. My child is a healthy human baby girl per the human medical doctor. And that’s good enough for me,” he moved ahead and carried the food tray back into the kitchen with a worried brow.

She stood upright from the sofa and shook the curls, staring at the back spine of Armus with a worried brow. “Our baby is healthy. We visited the medical physician last week. They examined her, Armus. Anyways, I do not like or trust Gizzard. See? Even his surname sounds both slimy and slick. He might have lied to protect the innocent like me and Alele.”

Armus stopped and placed the food tray on top of the counter, spinning around to see Cassium, advancing back and shook the hands and the skull with a smile. “His proper name is Dr. Gesler. He is not a piece of chicken gizzards, darling.”

She smiled with a nod. “See? He is both the greasy and slimy part of a dead chicken. Stop being a baby, Armus!” She turned and nodded at Molten. “Yes! Please, I would like for you to test the baby’s blood.”

Molten stood upright from the sofa and moved ahead, pointing down with a smile at the sofa. “Please lie down here.” Cassium spun around and positioned a body in a vertical position on top of the sofa, wiggling side to side with a giggle, getting comfortable.

Armus dashed ahead and stopped, jabbing a finger with a worried brow down to Cassium. “Hey, man! What are you doing to my baby and my girl there?”

She smiled up at the ceiling. “Hush, darling!”

Molten stood with a smile, looking down at Cassium, who was not showing a physical sign of her pregnancy. “I am going to flip the bottom part of your blouse to show the naval.”

Armus scooted around the sofa and stopped, crossing both arms and the eyebrows, standing behind the back rest of the sofa, looking at Molten. “Why, man?”

“Hush, darling! Come and hold my hand during the harmless non-medical procedure,” she tossed a wiggling hand into the air with a giggle.

Armus uncrossed both arms and reached out, grabbing and caressed her hand with a sour frown at the blonde colored hair roots of Molten. “I’ll hold his hand and break it into eighty-one separate bones.”

Molten looked up with a frown to see Armus. “The hand only has twenty-seven individual tiny bones.”

“And twenty-seven bones times three equal eighty-one broken semi-tiny bone fragments,” laughed Armus.

Molten looked down with a stern face to see her stomach, holding a new tap needle over her exposed belly. “Your umbilicus is a circular mark on the abdomen which is supplied by the tenth thoracic spinal nerve.”

“T10,” she said.

Molten said. “The naval is a concavity thinness of structural weakness making it susceptible to hernias. During pregnancy, the uterus presses the navel of the mother-to-be outward. Awe! Look how cute your outie button is!”

“Hey, man.” Armus tightened the grip on her hand with a growl towards Molten.

Molten smiled. “I am going to insert this tiny tap needle into your naval skin. It will sting.” He pressed the tip of the needle down into her belly button with a stern face.

“Ouch!”

“There! There! The needle will suck up the baby’s DNA in the form of amniotic fluid. We can see her twenty-three healthy chromosomes,” he pulled out the needle with a grin.

“Ugh!” She exhaled with a puff of pain, rubbing the stinging belly button.

“All done!” He stood upright from the sofa and side stepped from the furniture and Cassium, swiftly strolling ahead towards the desktop computer again and stopped. He leaned down over the office desk with a smile and pressed the button. The tray extended again. He placed the tap needle inside the slot of the tray, gently shoving the tray back into the computer tower, sitting down in the chair, typing on the computer keyboard with a smile and a hum.

She exhaled with a puff of pain and flipped down the blouse back down over the stomach as Armus dashed around the sofa and squatted down, patting her arm, helping Cassium to stand upright, cuddling her with a smile. They moved ahead with mixed emotions of nerves and anxious about the baby’s chromosomal result and stopped, standing behind rear skull of Molten and the active and colorful computer screen.

Molten typed on the computer keyboard with a hum and stopped, sitting back into the chair, pointing with a smile at the computer screen. “I have finished. Are both of you ready to view the final blood collection result?”

“Yes,” she nodded with a smile of happiness.

“Naw!” Armus cuddled Cassium with a deep sigh of worry.

She reached over and slapped his chest with a grin. “Yes! Please display the chromosomes.” Molten pressed the button on the keyboard. The computer screen displayed a picture. She gasped at the picture on the computer screen. “I don’t believe it.”

Armus gasped in shock at the same computer screen also. “I don’t believe it either. The baby has a set of perfectly numerous and varied and different sizes, shapes, and band shadings within her forty-six chromosomes which is a human fetus,” he leaned over and kissed her cheekbone with happiness, pulling back with a soft chuckle and a smile at the computer screen.

Molten typed on the keyboard with a hum and stopped, pointing with a grin at the new split screen on the computer. “For your sanity and your peace of mind, I would like for you to view a true Atlantian chromosome picture and then compare it to your developing human fetus. You can see the vast different in colors, sizes, and lengths. This is my particular chromosome picture.”

“I’ve seen that before,” Armus released Cassium and reached down, patting down his clothing, finding a wrinkled piece of paper and unfolded it with a puzzled brow. A picture of forty-six perfectly shaped chromosomes of sameness also. The p-arms were exactly even with all the other p-arms. The q-arms were the same shape and size as each other q-arm. He exhaled. “When I re-ran Bothea’s allele program in Birmingham at my work place, I received this outcome on the patient zero, who is a mystery to the human scientists and brilliant me also.”

“And me, darling!” She reached over and slapped his forearm with a smile and a nod.

Molten spun around inside the chair and studied the wrinkled sheet of paper, snatching it from the hand of Armus, parting the lips. “This is an Atlantian. Who is this?”

Armus scratched the whiskers and pursed the lips. “I believe that it was mapped to a skeleton of old bone samples that had been dug out from a sandy ground somewhere around here near metro city Miami which was at some beach named Park Island.”

Molten continued to study the paper. “The beach is a little north directionally from here within Miami. This is definitely an ancestor of mine coming from 5,000 year ago.”

Armus nodded. “I found a handwritten entry inside Dr. Rodan’s scientific notebook. The carbon dating on the tiny bone fragment was 2,900 years old.”

Molten pointed to the paper with a smile. “This is my aunt or my grandmother. She was a true Atlantian. I understand only from my mutated chromosomes not all the whale pods safely beached upon a plot of sizzling red dirt, while the volcanoes were sleeping. It was theorized coming from some of the living Atlantians that I have encountered so far that a fleet of whale pods off the eastern coast of present day Miami had drowned from the swirling ocean currents and the downpour of heavy rains. Therefore, all the whale pods beached were both battered and broken apart. Over the years, no true Atlantian had lived here within South Florida. And I believe this chromosome-pic is one of the many bodies from 5,000 years ago that didn’t survive the Bible Flood. There, maybe, hundreds and hundreds of intact skeletons which are buried underneath the layers and layers of shoreline sand along the eastern coastline of Florida. I moved here as a young boy loving the ocean, hot weather, and sea life while not really knowing why, until I became older. The Atlantians are the first sailors of the seas. And your baby girl is not going to become an Atlantian either,” he looked up with a wink to see Cassium. “Her forty-six chromosomes are varied like a human newborn without any single blood red center,” he handed the wrinkled paper back to Armus with a smile.

She shook the curls and exhaled with a puff of frustration. “How is that, not possible, Mr. Molten?”

Armus leaned over and cuddled Cassium with a smile. “Darling, Mr. Molten was nice enough to perform a barbaric genetic test on our baby and the result is negatory on a little baby Atlantian, forever naw. I believe him and the nice medical human physician. Our baby is happy and healthy, until her time to show up here on planet Earth with her two earthling parents too.”

Molten exhaled with a huff of frustration. “The only method of birthing an Atlantis child is with either an Atlantis father or mother. This is the modern times, young one. Children or adults do not become another species simply by drinking blood or sharing mouth spit or even sniffing body sweat of an Atlantian. We are from the human race with an extra kick of pure allele genes, not magical pixie dust,” chuckling.

She reached down and touched the belly, shaking the curls with a confused brow towards Molten. “But Mrs. Weiss was crying.”

Molten stopped the laugh along with Armus. Armus turned with a worried brow to see Cassium. “What?”

She waved an arm into the air with a worried brow. “Mrs. Weiss was crying when she told about her great-great-great or whatever numbered grandmother’s personal flood adventure which was 5,000 years ago. When I hugged her body, her wet tears touched my face and my hands,” she parted the lips. “Then, I wiped my eyeballs and my nostril openings with her oily germs that contained a set of true DNA Atlantis molecules which has traveled into my blood stream via my mouth or my eyeballs or my nostril…”

“Naw, sweetheart!” Armus shook a skull with a smile at her. “Any foreign body or germ or liquid floating merrily along inside your blood would be immediately IDed as a vile infection. Your red blood cells would have seriously attacked and then seared the bacterium with their little cell pellets of antibodies inside your body. The happy ending!”

She dropped open a mouth with a gasp. “So then, the fetus absorbed Mrs. Weiss’s Atlantian DNA. See? I told you, Armus. The fetus is only seven weeks. She is growing and going to grow up as an Atlantian and then will die at the age of twenty or less, not living to old age,” she sobbed with tears as Armus cuddles Cassium, shaking a skull with a deep sigh.

Molten looked up to see the ceiling and back down to see Cassium with a nod. “O! I believe that this might be why the one particular allele has morphed in the MS mutation gene. I agree with Mr. Cassium. Your biological body tossed off the invading infection of morphing into an Atlantian. Like I mentioned before, you cannot morph into an Atlantian without the help of a father or a mother, who possessed a set of true Atlantian genes.”

She looked down with a sad brow to see the floor tiles. “So, I’m going to die, before the end of the month too.”

Molten chuckled down at her hair roots, “No, young one! You are not changing into me. Mr. Cassium, close your eyes!”

Armus turned and frowned at Molten, “Naw.”

Molten nodded. “Yes! Please participate.”

Armus sneered. “We’ve participated, too much.”

Molten whispered. “Close your eyes, Mr. Cassium.” Armus closed the eyelids. Molten pulled Cassium away from the hug of Armus. She stood in the middle of the room. Molten whispered to Armus again. “Now, clear your mind. Think of nothing. Open your eyes. Tell me your immediately reactions to Cassium’s appearance!”

Armus opened the eyelids with a smile at Cassium. “O rats.”

She parted the lips with a gasp. “What? What do you see on me?”

Armus smiled. “You possess brown hair and pale skin like the day I met you, but your skin glows like a sun ray.”

She frowned. “No.”

Molten pointed with a smile to Cassium. “Yes. Your skin glows and radiates from carrying a child. These are the physical changes that you see in the bathroom mirror every morning at home. There is nothing more or less. You are not dying or sick or nothing but pregnant with child, young one.”

Armus moved ahead and slammed into her body with a chuckle, hugging Cassium with a smile. “See? We only discovered and confirmed that the MS gene mutation was lacking vitamin D and not being generated inside your body. We live in dull and dark Alabama with no bright sun like here in sunny Florida. We will take a short vacation to the Caribbean islands next week. We got some time off from work. We deserved it for finding the CF cure. Vitamin D helps the body absorb calcium and Cassium, um, um,” he leaned over and kissed her lips, pulling back with a smile and a whisper. “Mama and her baby are fine and dandy. Let’s go and leave from here! Go and do a second honeymoon in Miami, baby!” She nodded with a giggle.

Molten moved ahead and sat back down on the sofa, patting an empty spot on the fabric with a smile. “I have chatted enough. Are you satisfied with the baby’s health now?”

Armus released Cassium and spun around with a smile, moving ahead towards the closed door, passing the sofa with a nod and a smile. “Yes sir! Come on, Cassium!”

Molten reached out and grabbed, patting the cylinder with a chuckle. “One mystery is solved. Should we solve a second mystery, your visitation to Miami?” he lifted the cylinder near a smile.

She moved ahead and stopped beside the sofa with Molten. “That is a keye. Mrs. Weiss wrote the word in the red colored mud back home in Birmingham. She didn’t give us the purpose of the keye.”

Armus moved closer towards the archway and waved an arm with a grin. “Thanks for the beer, the painful prick, and the fairy tale stories! We are going and soon to be gone now. Bye, Molten!”

Molten pointed down to the cylinder while looking at Cassium with a frown. “The purpose, she has died. You have given me the keye. Did Mrs. Weiss provide another item to you for me?”

She squatted down and reached out, grabbing backpack up from the floor near a smile. “I have numerous plastic bags inside that contain varied colorful sea pearls. She left us the pearls which were all hidden inside her residential home in Birmingham.”

Molten rubbed the keye with a smile and a nod. “Excellent! The pearls and the keye go together. Let us take the stairs up towards the top of my building!”

Armus spun around from the closed door with a worried brow and stared out the window, seeing more skyline fluffy white tinted clouds than flat tan colored landmass. He shook his hands and his skull with a sour frown. “Give him the entire left over plastic bags of pearls, Cassium! We are gone from here right now. I wanna eat and visit one of the sandy sea shore beaches for some fun, before we fly back home to Bama tonight. We have to report to work on Friday. Remember? You should be feeling better, not pookie or dookie, anymore,” he parked both hands on the hips, not moving away from the front door. Molten stood upright from the sofa and spun around to face the side wall, moving ahead towards a side door inside the living space of his apartment.

Cassium followed the back spine of Molten with a smile and then halted, spinning around with a sour frown to see Armus in silence while thumbing back over a collar bone at the open side door which had revealed a set of stairs, where Molten had disappeared.

Armus exhaled with a huff of annoyance and lifted up, slapping back down both hands on top of the walking shorts, yelling with a sour frown. “We’re at the top of a really, really tall, tall building, sir. You live on top of the building inside a penthouse suite, sir. The building doesn’t go up anymore, unless you got a helicopter pad on top of the roof tiles. And if you do, then it might be very, very dangerous, since you live and sleep and shit in here…”

The side door closed shut without sound.

 

 

2:12 p.m.

Rooftop setting

Hot sizzling temperatures and bright sunshine

 

 

Cassium swung around to face the side door inside the apartment space, moving through the open archway, climbing up a narrow and enclosed staircase, through a second open archway, and finally landed on top of a yellow tinted patio brick, pointing at the object a smile and a nod, “Wow! There is a rooftop swimming pool up here.”

“Yes! It is my luxury pleasure living here in Miami.” Molten scooted around the edge of the swimming pool and moved ahead towards the northeastern corner of the rooftop and then halted, dropping the backpack down to the brick. He lifted up one of the bags of pearls with a smile and leaned down with a hum, pouring the bag of pearls down into a hidden tube that had been built into the wall corner of the tall building.

She scooted around the edge of the swimming pool with a giggle and stopped, standing slightly behind the back spine of Molten, staring with a puzzled brow at his activity. “What are you doing, Mr. Molten?”

He finished pouring down four bags of pearls into the hidden tube and released the plastic bag onto the brick patio, fiddling with the keye. “This keye is similar to a homing beacon for the other living Atlantians. I am engaging the signal by using the keye and the pearls together. The pearls have been filled to the top of this empty tube.” He placed the baby blue cylinder shaped keye over the open mount of the tube. The cylinder did not spin but emitted a fade yellowish beam that blended into the bright yellow tinted sunlight.

The cylinder keye and the bag of pearls did nothing within his naked eyesight. “It’s broken! Look, man!” Armus appeared and stood inside the open archway with a sour frown, slowly strutting ahead towards Cassium, waving both arms into the air and stopped with a huff next to Cassium. He pointed down to the cylinder with a sour frown, “We did not break it, that thingy thing…”

“Let Mr. Molten explain his trick.” She reached over and slapped his chest with a gasp and then her pair of eyeballs it. A bright yellow beam of light escaped up from the tube and then circled around and around across the pale blue skyline. However, Molten and Armus did not believe that the DNA gene from poofed and dead Mrs. Weiss had not changed her body. She believed and felt it too, but she did not say anything to them.

Molten spun around to see the yellow beam and looked with a wink to see Cassium. “Only an Atlantian eyeball sees the yellow beam, so you cannot, Mr. Cassium.”

Armus parked both hands on the waist, shaking a skull with a sour frown and a sour tone. “I thought you said that Atlantians are just regular folks like me.”

Molten turned with a smile and squatted down, touching the back pack, pointing down to the keye. “We are. This cylinder keye was designed many moons ago exactly for this purpose.” He stood upright with the backpack of sea peals with a hum of happiness while watching the moving yellow beam.

Her pair of eyeballs continued to follow the yellow beam which continued to travel across the pale blue sky and as she softly whispered. “What purpose?”

“To bring underneath one rooftop all the Atlantians back home here in Florida and then live like a family unit foreverly,” Molten looked up with a smile to see the yellow beam.

Armus sweated in the heated sun of Miami on the rooftop of a very tall building with a sour frown. “Then why wait so long like 5,000 years later to do this thing with that thingy?”

Molten slowly spun around to follow the yellow bean and stopped with a chuckle to see Cassium. “Is he always so volatile?”

She spun around with a smile and stopped, leaning and hugged Armus with a chuckle, “Only when he’s manly hungry or lovely jealous over me.”

Molten moved ahead with the backpack of sea pearls towards the staircase with a smile. “Very good point, Cassium! I am so sorry for my rude table manners. Let us all depart from here and go down into the living room for some food and light conversation,” he continued ahead and departed down the dark staircase with a smile and a hum.

Arums exhaled with a huff of annoyance into the smile of Cassium in silence. She slapped his chest with a giggle and a nod in silence. They spun around and slowly dashed down the dark staircase not behind Molten.

 

 

2:18 p.m.

Living room setting

 

 

Molten moved through the side door and stopped, squatting down, placing the backpack of pearls and stood upright in front of a side table near the entrance door. He reached down and lifted up the landline telephone receiver into a smile. “Hello! This is apartment number 10490. Please wait one moment,” he covered the transmitter and turned with a smile to see Armus. “Are you allergic to shellfish, Mr. Cassium?”

Cassium moved through the side door first. Armus followed behind her back spine with a stern face. “Naw and beer, either!” He moved ahead and stopped, sitting back in the same sitting chair, bouncing up and down in hungry and nervousness. He really desired to leave the apartment, before Armus would be drafted into another Atlantian job.

Molten turned and talked into the phone receiver with a smile. “Hello! This is apartment 10490 again. Please send up a buffet for three of the fresh shellfish with a bottle of white wine, a case of beer, a gallon of sweet milk and please include a dessert pudding. Thank you so much!” He replaced the telephone receiver and spun around to face the sofa, moving ahead with a smile, sitting next to Cassium while exhaling with a huff of delightfulness. “To properly answer your query, the keye was assigned a very long time ago, when we were forced into each whale pod for both safety and survival. One of Mrs. Weiss’ ancestors safeguarded the keye but that wasn’t her only responsibility. The keye’s power source is the sea pearls. Mrs. Weiss was given the task to secure all the sea pearls coming from all the living Atlantians which probably took decades and decades and decades. Therefore, she had to fulfill the first duty, before the second one could begin. I am guessing here. She must have fulfilled the pearl gathering six weeks ago and then approached Cassium for….”

“…ass-resistance,” Armus frowned.

Molten chuckled. “He is a mostly entertaining human, if not annoying at all times. I am glad that the Atlantian people are not warriors, Mr. Cassium.” Armus reached down with a sour frown and touched the hand gun in silence.

She shook the curls at Armus. “No sir! Mrs. Weiss invited me into her house for morning tea. She didn’t mention her hidden identity or her hidden pearls or her hidden keye.”

Molten frowned. “How is it that you and you are here in the right place with the right tool for the right task?”

Armus pulled out and rattled the wrinkled paper near a frown. “Granth spend millions of hours and dollars perfecting an allele program that could track down any existing Atlantian. He based the computer program on an amino acid allele sequence pattern of the number value of zero.”

She stared with a frown at Armus, “How did you figure that out, honey?”

Armus exhaled with huff of annoyance. “When I saw the five skeletons at Bothea’s Key West exhibition on top of each table within the wall corner, I re-ran the allele program at the university computer system in Birmingham. Then I hacked and cheated going and getting inside the backup files which were left carelessly by Horton. I sorted, spliced, and then pieced together a mapping chart that contained some of the actual proper names of the subjects, except patient zero was labeled a bone fragment coming from an intact skeleton. Then Bothea wrote down some interesting genetic notes inside her personal scientific journal with three big question marks in red tinted ink. Is the number three an unlucky number? I guess not. Bothea identified the skeleton as a Native American Indian from metro city Miami within the US State of Florida. Now, we know that it is improperly mislabeled as one of your fellow spider-species. And based on your high seas tale adventure of floating whale pods in dangerous ocean current, a few of whale pods violently crashed and then landed into present day Miami. I’m not really surprise that after 5,000 years that a body or two has reappeared. That intact skeleton was found by a gang of road construction workers, digging up the sand for a new traffic road.”

Molten shook a skull and stared with a worried brow at Armus and then Cassium, “Humans! I am quite happy not to be labeled one. You continue to raid and rape the landscape for all the wrong reasons. The Atlantians only lived and thrived on their lands and surrounding waters…”

He exhaled with a huff of annoyance. “Yeah. Yeah. Cassium told me too. Granth knew that patient zero was the Atlantian, but Bothea did not. Thus, patient zero was assigned the value of zero and then Granth had her perform some weird math calculations for his nonsense fun. I guess that she eliminated all common gene mutations one by one, until the amino acid allele was left. Amino acids are extremely complex strings of DNA genes. Granth knew that the computer program would assign a zero value to the amino acid of each Atlantian, since the computer would recognize a familiar allele pattern but couldn’t exactly place it within the regular human DNA cycle. Then Granth simply ran a math count summary from the lowest to highest totals of gene mutations for each subject and then compared the sums to zero point zero. The final genetic report showed the lowest three subjects values of eleven, thirteen, and eighteen. Cassium was right. She predicted that three subjects were kinda related like a sister or a brother relationship. Granth had fused his spinal cord with a piece of stolen Atlantian spine meat, thus his DNA morphed into a semi-creature of both human and Atlantis, who was truly a new species kinda like a step-brother of the race of Atlantians. Mrs. Weiss was one of the lowest values. Bothea was somehow mysteriously an Atlantis sister. I can’t explain that one. At our current jobs, I produced the chromosome-pics on the three subjects, all sameness of arms and legs and blood red centromeres.”

The front door bell chimed.

Molten stood upright from the sofa with Cassium and moved ahead towards the front door, opening the metal. A group of three food waiters rolled in the open living room space three separate small eating tables underneath a lacy table cloth. Molten directed each table to the wall and handed a wad of cash money to each waiter with a smile. The food waiters left the apartment. Molten pointed down to each table with a smile. “The seafood buffet is excellent here. Each table is the same, except for the sweet milk jug for Cassium and the baby. The beer case is for Mr. Cassium. The wine is for me. Please roll an eating table towards the sofa or a chair. This is South Florida. The pace is fast but an atmosphere casual.”

Cassium tried to stand as Armus swiftly stood upright from the chair and dashed ahead, stopping, and stood over Cassium, leaning down, kissing the top of her hair roots and pulled back with a smile. “I got it, darling. Sit and rest for the both of ya’ll,” he spun around with a smile and moved ahead towards the middle table, stopping and lifted up the covered dish with a smile. A set of cold and sweaty beer bottles stood inside a pail of ice cubes. “This food table holds my beer.” He reached down and grabbed, rolling backwards the eating table towards the chair and then returned back towards the wall. He grabbed and rolled the last eating table in front of Cassium, lifting up the lid as the good smelling aroma of fresh seafood made both of their tummies growl with hunger. She dove into the meal with a smile in silence. Armus spun around and dashed back to the chair and his food table in silence.

Molten rolled the last eating table backwards toward the sofa with a grin, sitting back down, chewing and swallowed the food with a smile. “I can explain the lowest allele of the third dead Atlantian. I do not know her personally. I was talking about species earlier. Spiders are a species which are both physically and genetically different from the beetles and the birds. Within a species, there is a sub-species. For example, a batch of black widow spiders within all the spider species or a litter of beautiful Persian cats within all the feline species. Atlantians are in the same type of unique category.”

Armus chewed and swallowed the food with a sour frown at Molten. “O rats.”

She chewed and swallowed the food with a puzzled brow at Armus. “What is it, honey?”

Armus nodded with a frown. “The race of Atlantians must be more superior to their dumbo lower IQ Homo sapiens like a pretty but dumb Persian cat or a smart and sassy Siamese kitten. Ain’t that right, Molten?”

Molten chewed and swallowed the food with a smile. “Atlantians are taller in appearance with a head of blonde colored hair and a tone of dark tinted skin coming from living on the ocean water. They are stronger with a set of well-developed muscles for working within the heated sunlight. And they have a slightly more intelligent than your average Joe blow,” chuckling.

Armus chewed and swallowed the food with a burp. “Hey! That’s a low blow to Joe, toad.”

“I am sorry. But, it was most fun,” laughed Molten.

Armus nodded with a stern face at Cassium and Molten. “Some of the other lowest IQ dumbo Homo sapiens ain’t going to be happy about this especially when the new species is gathering their blonde locks on the sandy beach here in Miami, Florida. Is this your new headquarters building? How many folks are gathering here? Where do they come from? When will they show up in time for the winter holiday season like at Christmastime? Are there any little Atlantian infants or babies or children, since there will be lots of holiday presents coming from a new mama and a new daddy this year,” he laughed.

Molten smiled. “Yes. This will be the first checkpoint of the gathering hot spot for my fellow sisters and brothers. I hope you will do me the honor and become the hostess for the historical event here in Miami, since you are responsible for organizing the family reunion of all the living Atlantians, Cassium. Every face will be new including the newborn…”

Armus shook a skull while slapping a hand onto the eating table with a sour frown, “Ah naw, now! She has a VIP historical event, the baby’s birth. But first, it will be the baby’s safety. Unless, you plan to pay her some big bucks and then maybe, she can host your Miami event with me and my gun by her side. Are the race of Atlantians rich too?”

Molten chewed and swallowed the food while shaking a skull with a frown. “We do not cherish money like the other humans of our non-species. We use money to survive here within the materialistic world, since the Bible Flood, but it is not necessary now.”

She frowned. “Money is not necessary. What is money not necessary for an Atlantian? It is definitely necessary for a human and a human baby.”

Molten chewed and swallowed the food with a smile. “All the Atlantians will fly and flow coming from every corner of the globe, thus the reason for the keye’s shining and non-human seeing light beam. I want to congratulate you on developing the surprising resourceful allele program. It was a stroke of genius.”

Armus chewed and mouth spat out some of the used food particles over the table and the floor with a laugh. “It wasn’t us. That was Granth and his billions and Bothea and her brains. She was a nasty person but smart.”

Molten chewed and swallowed the food with a smile to Cassium. “Mrs. Weiss left you a paper note also. What are the instructions with the cylinder?” Cassium chewed the food and turned with a pair of closed lips to see Armus.

Armus exhaled with a huff of annoyance and then a loud burp of good food. “We danced this slow moving lousy two-step already.”

Molten nodded. “The paper note would have been attached with the cylinder, the keye.”

Armus exhaled, “No.”

She chewed and swallowed the food with a puzzled brow. “There wasn’t a paper note. I didn’t see a paper note or a sheet of paper. However, Granth stole all of Mrs Weiss’ furnishings and books and clothing. Why is a sheet of paper with a mysterious note important right now? The key is working.”

Molten chewed and swallowed the food with a frown. “The paper note contains the directions of the keye.”

She chewed and swallowed the food with a frown. “The keye is in place spinning around and around with the yellow light. Is all that information correct, Mr. Molten? I mean you said that it is working properly, the keye and the pearls.”

Molten exhaled with huff of disappointment. “There are three parts of the keye. You have the first part. Someone else has the second part. It is like a tag team race for the gold medal. One member holds a piece of the puzzle, if that one member is injured, then he or she can tag team to another individual to continue the race. Therefore, Mrs. Weiss gave you a message, young one.”

She looked up with a puzzled brow to see ceiling and then looked down to see him with a confused brow. “I’m racking my brain cells for an encrypted or a subtle message from Mrs. Weiss. I cannot think of one talking item that was a minor item or a significant item within our brief conversation which occurred six weeks ago. I only talked with her for two hours. The later hour was her awesome Atlantian tale.”

Molten frowned. “How did you get the keye from Mrs. Weiss?”

She giggled. “We figured it out from the missing letters.”

“What missing letters?” Molten said.

“Mrs. Weiss, every morning, would scratch out a set of alphabetic letters down into the red colored soil back home in Birmingham. On Monday morning, she scratched out the letter in the alphabetic order of A, B, C, D. Then, on Tuesday morning, she erased that particular letter sequence and then scratched out in a new alphabetic letter order of G, H, I, J.”

“Wait!” he stood upright from the sofa and scooted around the eating table, moving ahead towards a writing desk and stopped. He leaned down and retrieved an ink pen and a blank sheet of paper. “Please again repeat the letter order.” He spun around with a stern face and returned back to the sofa, sitting down, writing on top of his eating table with the pen.

She smiled. “The first alphabetic letter sequence was A, B, C, D.”

Molten wrote down the letter on the paper with a smile. “E.”

“The second day, the alphabetic letter sequence was G, H, I, J.”

“K.” He wrote down on the paper.

“The third day, the alphabetic letter sequence was A, B, C, D.”

“E.” He wrote down on the paper.

“The fourth day, Mrs. Weiss scratched out the alphabetic letter of X. She came up behind me and laughed out loud while saying that X marks the spot. Then, we had morning tea inside her house.”

Molten wrote down on the paper. “Y.”

Armus chewed and mouth spat our more used food particles over the table and the floor with a sour frown. “Cassium and I have done this dance step six weeks ago and my feet still ache. The word is e-key for an electronic encrypted message. But, Mrs. Weiss did not own or use a computer laptop or a mobile telephone as an extremely elderly lady. I see that you own a desktop computer. Is the e-key message inside your laptop or in your cell phone coming from Mrs. Weiss, sir? Does it have a different meaning, Molten?”

Cassium wiped the mouth with the napkin and said with a puzzled brow. “Armus and I used the absence letters forming the funny spelling word of e-key. Then, we concluded it represented the familiar word, a key. On one of her walls, Mrs. Weiss had built into the dry plaster a series of open physical cubby holes. Each hole had contained a single object. One of the cubby holes had been named keye, which was spelled k.e.y.e., and it had contained the baby blue cylinder. Therefore, we assumed the absence letters was a secret message for collecting the cylinder.”

Molten studied the paper with a nod. “Yes. Yes. I see your sensible logic here. This is the message that I am looking for which happens to possess the same letters as the word, keye. The first scratched out alphabetic letter is E…”

“East! It is a directional geographical direction to travel by plane, train, car, or boat. East is also your home base within the USA map.” Armus chewed and mouth spat our more used food particles over the table and the floor with a smile, chewing up the other food particles with a set of closed lips.

Molten tapped on the paper with a puzzled brow. “Yes, Mr. Cassium! The alphabetic letter of E is for the directional geographical east. The second alphabetic letter of K is a semaphone which conveys a distance by a set of visual signals like your naked hands or a set of handwritten symbols in dirt.”

Armus swallowed the food with a smile. “An ocean sailor or a ship mate uses a semaphone when directing a distressed ship in trouble on top of the high seas to safety. East to the distance of…” He laughed. “Fill in the blank.”

Molten tapped on the paper with a confused brow. “The third alphabetic letter of E is repeated for a second time, so that means that it is another east or easterly direction to go by plane, train, car or boat.”

“A plane or a train or a car or a boat travels east by easterly,” Armus laughed.

She frowned. “What does that mean?”

Molten tapped on the paper with a puzzled brow. “The fourth alphabetic letter of Y is actually the borrowed letter of V with a foot attached down at the bottom of the point which comes from the ancient Phoenician alphabet. Yes! The foot goes down. Yes! The down point on a directional compass of the world is south also. The fourth alphabetic letter of Y represents the geographical word south. So, we have east to the distance of easterly south.”

Armus chewed and swallowed the food with a smile. “East by southeast is both the direction and the distance. What place would be east by southeast of metro city Miami within the US State of Florida?”

“Yes.” Molten swiftly stood upright with a nod and moved ahead towards a wall of book, stopping, pulling out the world atlas. He spun around and flipped through the pages while moving back towards the sofa, sitting back down on the sofa with Cassium. He placed the world atlas next to the food plate with a smile. “We are looking for a place and a person, since the second piece of the cylinder is missing. I do know the person does possess it. However, I do not know if the person has a name or a street address.” He folded the written piece of paper in half and then placed it down over the map like a rule. “From the city of Miami within US State of Florida, if you travel east by southeast, you land on top of the closest island of Bahamas which is 183 miles towards the sunrise.”

Armus wiped a mouth with the napkin, “Naw!” He stood upright from the chair with the new beer bottle, pointing an arm and a stern face towards the window, where the Atlantic Ocean lived. “That geographical direction is more the western end of the Bahamas isles. To me, the geographical direction on a compass would be the extreme east by southeast point on a world map.”

Molten slid the folded piece of paper across the map with a smile. “At 1,033 miles coming from Miami, Florida, you would land on the country soil of Puerto Rico, the mostest southern of the eastern islands within the Atlantic Ocean coming directly from my penthouse suite on the beach shoreline. Since, the cylinder is turning and seeking a second cylinder.”

She looked over and stared down with a smile at the world map. “I agree too.”

Molten exhaled with a huff of frustration. “The most easterly coastal cities with the country of Puerto Rico are listed as Loiza, Luquillo, Fajardo, Deiba, Rio Grande, and San Juan.”

Armus scooted around the eating table with the world map while sipping and swallowed the beer with a smile. “San Juan is more of a southeast by north direction. I would eliminate that direction and that major beach city from the world map.”

Molten pointed down to the map. “With the elimination of the beach city of San Juan, the map shows many tiny towns of Loiza, Luquillo, Fajardo, Deiba, and Rio Grande.”

Armus pointed down with a smile at the map. “It is obviously the city of tiny eastern coastal beach town of Fajardo. The directional position matches the secret coding and is the extremely east by southeasterly geographical point coming from here in Miami of USA Florida to there in the country of Puerto Rico.”

She smiled. “I know. We use the same technique that got us here the allele report coming from Granth’s supercomputer which was a lucky educated guess.”

Armus sipped and swallowed the beer with a smile. “You are right, Cassium. Are there any zero alleles within the USA territory of Puerto Rico?”

She stood upright from the sofa and reached down into the pocket of the walking shorts, pulling out a folded and wrinkled sheet of paper with a smile. “This is allele report coming from the LACI database. And I do not believe this. Yes. There is only one name.”

Armus smiled with a nod. “That’s him. We found him.”

“That’s her!” She smiled. “The person is a female, who lives inside the small town of Fajardo within the US territory of Puerto Rico.”

Molten swiftly stood upright from the sofa with a smile at Cassium. “Cassium, you must go to her and get the second cylinder.”

She looked with a smile to see Molten. “Yes sir!”

“Naw!” Armus shook a skull with a sour frown. “We don’t have time, baby. We…I came here to save Cassium’s life by physical force, if need be. But I…we have found out that she isn’t dying. We need to go home, babe. We got a set of good jobs in Bama and a set of greater bills to pay at the bank. Now, babe, we catch the last flight out of Miami today,” he sipped and swallowed the warm beer while finishing his meal and his mission for the day with a loud burp and a silly grin.

Molten turned and frowned to Armus. “Mr, Cassium, the Atlantians, each one of their lives is about to change significantly.”

Armus shook a skull. “I am not Atlantian, dude. She is my wife and carries my human baby. She comes back home to Bama with me. We live happily ever, after all this silly mess. We do not have time for this mess, darling.” He reached over and leaned over his eating table, grabbing a new cold bottle of beer from the pail of water, standing upright with a smile.

Molten turned and smiled to Cassium. “Once the second cylinder is in place, then all the Atlantians will come here to Miami. You should come and welcome them like a hostess, because you and Mr. Cassium are the only two humans on the planet that know of our wonderful existence, young one. My special invitation…”

“Ah naw!” Armus shook a skull with a sour frown at the nose profile of Molten. “We have accepted and not accepted too many dang invites both dangerous and delightful. We leave the backpack of sea pearls for Mr. Molten’s fun, darling! Let’s get it and go back home, sweetheart!” He leaned over and grabbed the eating table of Molten with one hand, pulling it away Molten and Cassium, so she could move freely around the room and come back into arms of Armus, where they will be leaving the apartment for home in Alabama.

Cassium smiled at Molten. “That’s really sweet, Mr. Molten. But I love and live with Armus. We’re a family unit now. I mean I can come and visit and such like…”

“But…” Molten frowned. “You were given the keye by Mrs. Weiss, before she died. You are not part of our species, granted. But you have an obligation to assist with the species gathering, since Mrs. Weiss selected you for this task. Once the second cylinder is properly functioning at the site of Puerto Rico, you can withdraw back into your private life with Mr. Cassium. Does that make you happy, young one?”

She turned and smiled at Armus. “Does that make you happy, Mr. Cassium?”

Armus shook a free hand and a skull, holding the new bottle of beer with a sour frown, “Ah naw, now! Cassium ain’t lucky enough to be selected as part of your species. Thank goodness! And Mrs. Weiss was both old and careless with her sappy unhappy emotions and tears of sadness while dropping them on Cassium. Granted, she didn’t know about the growing fetus. She isn’t responsible for nothing here, Mr. Molten. We are gone, now, babe.” He thumbed back over a collar bone to the closed door with a smile. She exhaled with a puff of worry for the new race of old and young Atlantians plus Mr. Molten.

Molten exhaled with huff of disappointment and turned with a stern face to see both of them. “I want to caution both of you. Change is coming both fast and furious. No one can stop it. You will be caught up in the change and then…”

“And then what will happen, Mr. Molten?” She frowned.

Armus reached down and pulled out the mobile telephone, typing on the tiny keyboard with a smile while looking up the new information. “Look buddy! You’re a healthy specimen of your species. You’re about fifty years of age, living the cool life in hot sizzling Miami, Florida.” He lifted up and shook the mobile telephone near a smile. “Puerto Rico is about a two-hour airplane flight from Miami to there. You go there for the fun and sun. This is your…”

“…birthday,” smiled Molten.

Armus dropped the shoulders and his mouth while staring at Molten. “O rats!”

Molten sizzled in the colors of light pink then dark pink, then orange, and finally blood red, exploding into an array of pink sparks in the air waves first and then a drifting pile of gray ashes second. Dead.

Armus back stepped with a gasp and dropped the new bottle of beer. “Shit!”

Cassium back stepped with a gasp and stared at the sizzling plume of gray ashes in the air. “Happy birthday, Mr. Molten! He must’ve been from the ninth generation not eighth. Bothea was supposed to live to be seventy-five years old. Their life expectancy rate is drastically decreasing from seventy-five years down to fifty years. I feel so sad and sorry for the existing Atlantians. That’s only five percent of their true Atlantian 1,000-year-age coming from 5,000 years ago.”

Armus shook a skull with a huff of annoyance. “We all die of something or by someone. So, I don’t really care. You are not dying. You got only rheumatoid arthritis with a touch of multiple scoliosis which will happen when you get old and gray like my ancient granddaddy. You saw my granddaddy inside his tacky steel case walker with his yellow rubber balls of feet. I guess we gotta finish this silly mess for Mr. Molt-him. Cassium, do you really wanna do this silly mess? Because, I really wanna go home like right now, at this moment.”

Cassium moved ahead and extended a hand with a smile. Armus looked down and stared with a sour frown at her palm. She reached out with a giggle and grabbed his hand, jerking Armus into her side with a chuckle, moving them towards the closed door. “Come on! We need to book the next private jet out of Miami and landing down into Puerto Rico today. We’re a set of tiny millionaires from the deep pocketbooks of our employer Cure-all Core. A private aircraft will be both faster and private. We can have some play fun, before we end our second honeymoon, babe,” she leaned over and kissed his cheekbone, pulling back with a giggle.

Armus moved with her towards the entrance door, jerking the hand from Cassium, lifting up both hands into the air, slapping back down both hands on top the pair of walking shorts and stopped. He leaned over and opened the door for his girl Cassium with a wink and a smile of love.

She leaned down and snatched up the backpack of sea pearls to fill up the second Atlantian keye, moving ahead into the empty hallway, leaving the apartment of dusty and dead Molten. Armus moved ahead with a sour frown and turned to face an empty hallway, slowly strolling down the peach painted walls. Cassium spun around with a smile and reached out, gently closing the front door of the apartment, hearing the locking mechanic click in place with a smile. The Atlantian keye continued to twirl around and around on the rooftop swimming pool patio while signaling the first Atlantian visitor. So, the first Atlantian visitor could come and then clean up both the food spill and the gray ashes inside Molten’s apartment. She spun around and dashed ahead, pulling up beside Armus with a giggle and a grin as he grunted with more annoyance towards the elevator carriage.

 

 

3:33 p.m.

City of San Juan within US territory Puerto Rico

(1,015 miles southeast from Miami)

Hot sizzling temperatures with cool ocean breeze and bright sunshine

 

 

The weather winds blew east at three miles per hour. The island received thirteen hours of daylight during the summertime days. At night, the moon light shone at eighty-eight percent fullness. The current air temperature was ninety-six degrees Fahrenheit and presented at eighty-seven percent moist humidity. The sky was a royal blue with a set of scattered low hanging white tinted clouds. The Atlantic Ocean was a color of light blue and placid calm as the sea water lapped over miles of golden sandy beaches.

Inside the rented jeep vehicle, coming from the San Juan airport, Cassium held the stomach and mouth vomit from the fast speed driving with Armus at the steering wheel saying with a soft moan. “The speed light is sixty-five miles per mile, not eighty-two, honey. Don’t act so silly and childish like a race car driver, Armus! The sunny day is sizzling hot and heated with light blue skies and a few passing white fluffy clouds. There aren’t enough white fluffy clouds here for me and my pale skin.”

Armus blew the horn of the rental car with a huff of frustration at the car in front of the grill with a sour frown. “O little rats! Move out of my way, jerk or Jack! I’m here first and in a hurry, bozo.”

She looked down with a set of clear eyeballs to see the roadmap. “This piece of paper says the tiny sea town of Faro is forty-seven minutes coming from the San Juan airport when driving at the nicely posted and legal speed limit of sixty-five miles per house, Armus. Why are you in a hurry, sugar?” She looked up with a smile to see the nose profile of Armus.

He swerved to the left lane around a line of slower vehicles with a sour frown. “We do the Atlantian mission, then do some fast beach touring, before the sun sinks down at seven pm. Then, we jump a flight for home to B’ham. I like traveling on my own time, when Slivin isn’t breathing down my non-sunburned neck. Wear your hat and glasses, okay? I don’t want you getting sunburned. Then, Cutny will ask you too many questions on Friday morning at our shared work place.”

She placed the new hat over the sweaty hair roots and a new pair of sunglasses over the naked eyeballs, looking out his side viewing window at the scenery of the island. “Cutny doesn’t notice me, only if I comment on his brilliance interpretation of the MS patients at his office desk at work.”

He smiled at the road. “I like.”

“I would like for you to slow down, please,” she reached up and held the roof handrail as her stomach went sideways again from his crazy wild car driving. “The San Juan Harbor is the fourth busiest sea of port within the western hemisphere. I can see all the boat piers. Each boat pier holds a great big and pretty white gleaming cruise ship. People are departing with both suitcases and children. We should take a cruise ship adventure one day.”

He raced around the slower cars. “This is going to be a thirty-minute drive to Faro.”

She frowned. “We could’ve gotten a taxi cab or a big long bus for a more safer ride, darling.”

He drove with a sneer around the slower vehicle, “Naw! The taxi ride would run was over two hundred bucks. I ain’t a billionaire, ya know. And there were no long and big passenger buses coming from San Juan. The beach town of tiny Faro is way off the world map for the city life of a beach bum here within San Juan.”

She turned and stared at the crowded roadway. “San Juan is a typical American town. Too many cars! Too much paved roads. Too many people coming from work.”

“The paradise life is along the coastal shoreline. This is the inner life of a major port town of fishing, mining, and tourism with rows of tall office buildings, tiny living buildings, and very short and pretty people,” laughing.

She looked down and read out the tourist brochure. “The San Juan airport receives ten million visitors per year.”

He exhaled while driving over the road. “And they are right here while driving on the right hand side of the road like inside USA. The road signs are written in the Spanish language. The distance markers are in the math measurement of kilometers. The gas station pump is displayed in liters, not gallons. I can’t speak or read in the Spanish language. But, that sign shows up ahead look like the number three within the Spanish language. Is that right, darling?”

She continued to read the map. “Yes. We are driving in the right direction. We take Highway Three all the way through most of the island and then straight into the city of Faro. I see people and pretty objects. There is an International Art Festival. We could stop and shop.”

He drove with a soft growl around the big truck, “Naw. I’ve had my fill of foreign festivals. I wanna do this thing and go home. I’m a home boy with my home wife and my home,” chuckling.

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance and reached over, fiddling with the non-working air conditioning on the dash console of the jeep. “I thought Birmingham was smoking hot in the summertime. Then, I thought Miami was sizzling hot in the month of July. Right after stepping out of the air conditioned airplane, I started sweating inside the Puerto Rico airport terminal. I don’t understand why the airport doesn’t believe in paying for indoor air conditioning or a set of rotating doors or a nice baggage claim boy for your luggage.” He drove faster around the slower cars. She turned with a giggle and a smile to see his nose profile. “You caught island fever, honey. Why did we purchase the set of beach towels, the suntan lotion bottle, the two set of Puerto Rico embroidered shirts, two pair of bathing suits, and two pairs of flip flops at the airport gift shop?”

“I like,” he raced around the slower cars with a laugh.

“Then, we exited the airport terminal into the pretty sunny day, you saw the ocean waters. Have you never seen an ocean before? Yes, you have. We saw both the Atlantic and Gulf of Mexico in Key West.”

“We will hit the beach town of Faro in ten more minutes, once I pass this truck.” He sped faster inside the extreme left hand lane.

“Then we turned around and invaded the airport gift shop for a second time with my bank card, since my personal bank account holds our millions of dollars. Because, you desired to buy a sports car, a sports boat, and a sports team all at the same time as we were driving towards the bank for depositing both of our million-dollar payroll checks.”

He drove with a nod around the line of slow cars. “I compromised. I got us the new set of binoculars and a digital camera to photograph the water, the water mammals, and you from our brief and fast Caribbean second honeymoon trip.”

She reached out and patted the air conditioning vent for some cool air with a sour frown. “We are not really married, Armus.”

“Not yet, but we are getting closer,” he slapped the brakes and turned off the main highway, speeding down a side street with a smile.

 

 

3:55 p.m.

Beach town of Fajardo within the US Territory Puerto Rico

(37 miles east of San Juan)

Hot sizzling temperatures with cool ocean breeze and bright sunshine

 

 

The tiny coastal beach town had a rounded shaped blue tinted lagoon with hundreds of docked boats. Each structure was designed either tall or short with a set of cement block buildings of white, where a vividly painted prime color of red or blue or green square blocks on the building.

Armus slowed down driving through the coastal town.

She turned and smiled at each building. “A charming and antiqued town square of Fajardo. I thought we were supposed to visit Faro. Each building is tall and painted in a set of vividly bright colors of hot pink and white or ruby red and white or orange on orange or white which is kinda like metro city Miami,” she looked down and read out on the tiny screen of the mobile telephone. “The city of Fajardo was founded in the year 1772. It has thirty square miles of land and twenty square miles of water.”

He quickly scanned each city street and landscape with a puzzled brow. “It is an island. The island is surrounded by water.” Armus slowly pulled off the roadway and then stopped inside the parking lot at the end of the street in front of the ocean water waves with a confused brow. “Well, there ain’t no parking meter for our American coins,” then he reached down and whipped out the mobile telephone, typing on the tiny screen, reading out loud the new information for all eardrums. “The Spanish word ‘faro’ means lighthouse. We are parked in front of the Fajordo Harbor or the Fajordo lighthouse. I didn’t think the misplaced Atlantian would be living in the middle of a tour bus town. Fajardo is the largest boat and fishing marina on the island with numerous fishing tournaments and sailing competition events.”

She gasped with alarm. “I am so sorry,” she tapped the buttons, finding the same information on her mobile telephone.

He exhaled with a huff of disappointment, turning with a grin to see her hair roots. “No big deal, honey! Fajordo is the mostest eastern city within Puerto Rico. Off the shoreline of Fajardo’s sea coast, there are a few islets of uninhabited coral islands. I don’t think that is the place either. I believe we need to find the mostest eastern land point of a single peninsula island which is surrounded by water on three sides within Puerto Rico.”

She pointed down with a smile at the screen of the mobile telephone, sliding it over into his eyeballs with the new map. “This map of Puerto Rico shows a finger tip of a single protruded peninsula which is covered by ocean waves on three sides which is near the San Juan Nature Reserve. There is a nicely paved road going down into the sandy beaches on Highway 987.”

He smiled down at the tiny screen on her mobile telephone. “Yeah! The east of the eastern corner of Puerto Rico,” he leaned over and kissed her sweaty face, pulling back with a smile, slapping both naked hands on top of the sweaty steering wheel. “Good job darling! We head back down Highway Three and then connect to Highway 987. Highway 987 goes along the seashore and up towards the eastern landscape. This is the place, to me,” he sped out from the parking lot with a laugh, traveling in the opposite direction and returned back onto the main highway with a smile.

 

 

4:14 p.m.

Highway 987 road setting

Seven Seas Beach

(5 miles northeast from Fajardo)

 

 

The place was called Seven Seas Beach along the calm blue water of the Atlantic Ocean shoreline underneath a royal blue skyline, where the sky and the ocean kissed.

Armus dropped down the window of the rental jeep driving with one hand and jabbed a finger into the light wind with a smile and a nod for a third time. “This is great. This is awesome. You can see the rolling blue ocean waves, the miles of golden tinted sands, the dancing yellow sunlight while we drive over the rural country road at two miles per hour. I’m pulling into the sand,” he pulled the car onto the sand and stopped, opening the door, scooting out and stood on top of the sand. He pointed at the calm ocean waters with boyish excitement for a third time. “See it? See the moving whale? Golly! That’s whale,” he lifted up and kissed the binoculars to a face. “Bring me the digital camera, honey! I gotta get a pic of her and there’s her baby whale too. Awe! So cute!”

Cassium slid out from the passenger seat for the third time with a giggle, grabbing the camera, racing ahead over the sands and stood beside Armus. He exchanged the binoculars for the digital camera, focusing and snapping pictures of the pod of swimming whales. Some of the whales breached up into the air and then landed back down onto the water with gigantic splash that sounded like a loud hand slap throughout the air. The baby whale blew water from its blow hole and swam beside its mother. She smiled at the beauty of nature and the amusement of Armus.

He leaned over and cuddled her, kissing a sweaty cheekbone, pulling back with a smile and whisper. “Gosh! Mother Nature is beauty. We photographed a pod of manatees, a pod of leaping dolphins, and now a pod of breaching whales. This is our lucky day, honey. Alele makes us a lucky couple too. I love you good,” he exchanged the digital camera for the binoculars as the pod of whales moved away from the beach shoreline.

She accepted the digital camera with a grin and pressed the button, looking down at each digital picture. “I love you greater.”

He exhaled with a huff of excitement and dropped down the binoculars to the leg, reaching out, grabbing her arm and spun them around with a smile. He moved ahead with a laugh towards the jeep. “Okay! Let’s go and find that mysterious Atlantian and then get back home before suppertime.”

She swirled around with him and continued to stare down with a smile at each picture in the whale pod, “O! Again…” Cassium laughed out loud. Armus moved ahead of her and slid back in one fluid move down into the jeep with a frown. She scooted down into the passenger seat with a smile. He drove off the sandy beach towards the next destination.

 

 

4:44 p.m.

San Jan Nature Reserve

(two miles from Seven Seas Beach)

Mangrove Forest setting

 

 

The forest contained a thick grove of tall brown trees between winding rows of short thick green bushes, an array of scattered groups of colorful wildflowers, and numerous greenish-blue ponds of salt water.

He drove on the highway with a huff of annoyance. “Okay! We have traveled east coming from the Seven Seas Beach and then turned south following a paved road and a few traveling cars of tourists. Something ain’t right here. This road is going due south, not due east. And I see on my right side window a parking lot of parked cars and no peoples. I don’t think this is the place, honey. I don’t think the mysterious Atlantian would be loitering around an empty parking lot waiting for the pearl dropout like a thief,” laughing.

She turned and pointed to the parking lot. “Turn here! This road signs says: Mangrove Trail. I see lagoons of blue water, tall ugly mangrove trees, thick forest green trees, red and yellow flowers, and a blue sky, not any type of home residential structure.”

Armus turned off the highway and slowly stopped the jeep staying far away from the other parked cars of visiting tourists and then killed the engine. He opened the door and stood upright from the seat, parking both hands on the hips, facing the lagoon with a sour frown. “O rats! I see the same damn thing with lagoons, trees, and flowers. I thought we were located on an island. A mangrove tree looks like a walking spider with sixteen legs and a head of green leaves, fugly and ugly,” he turned with a chuckle and scanned more of the thick forest.

She looked down with a stern face and read out loud the new information on the screen of the mobile telephone. “Puerto Rico is 161 miles wide from the west to east tip and 21,000 feet high of elevation. It is thirty-five miles from the north to the south corner and the island is covered in green thick rainforests and flat coastal beaches.” He reached down and pulled out the mobile telephone, tapping on the keyboard, seeing the same information with a puzzled brow. She scooted around the jeep and moved backwards, stopped beside him, reaching out and tapped his arm. She stared with a smile at object. “I see a faro for the English word lighthouse, darling.” Armus looked up to see the lighthouse and reached down, grabbing her hand. They moved ahead toward a forty-five-foot high dull painted white lighthouse with a missing entrance door.

She stopped and read the crossed planks of wood between the frames of the door. “That piece of paper says that the Nature Reserve Lighthouse is danger for tourist visitors and it is under construction repairs and closed for the rest of the year. No entrance. Armus, we shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t be here. We should go back to Fajordo town and ask around for an old lady of blonde hair, dark skin and…”

He released her hand and moved ahead, squatting down over the sands, crawling ahead underneath the set of crossed nailed planks which hung between the two wooden frames of an open archway on the damaged lighthouse with a smile. “Wait right here! I’ll be back in a second or two.”

She lifted up both arms into the air with the phone and bounced side to side with nervousness, “Armus!” She looked back over a collar bone to see if a nosy visitor or a posted security guard was observing them. Her mobile telephone sounded with a classical song. She dropped both arms and lifted up the ringing mobile telephone into a face while seeing the familiar face and familiar telephone number. She pressed the speaker button on the phone. “Armus!”

He said via his mobile telephone. “I see a flag.

She continued to talk on the phone and stared at the open archway. “There’s a flag on every street corner of Fajardo too like in Shanghais, China.”

Armus said via his mobile telephone. “No. I see a ratty tri-color tri-band flag of blue, white, and blue on top of a tiny building structure in the direct east position along the beach shoreline.”

She frowned down at the mobile telephone, turning to see the water and the plot of ugly mangrove trees with puzzled brow, “A flag! Where is there a flying flag? I don’t see a flag, darling.”

Armus said via his mobile telephone. “Blue, white, and blue are colors too. Look up to the sky and then down towards the sands! Tell me! What do you see?”

She looked up with a stern face to see the bright yellow sun, shading both eyelashes. “I see a blue sky, a few white fluffy clouds, and blue tinted water.”

Armus said via his mobile telephone. “Yeah! This is another silent sign for us coming from the misplaced Atlantian. Molten said that they were a group of sailors. Sailors live by the wind and the sea. I’m coming back down. There’s a tiny structure due east of this San Juan Nature Reserve,” he appeared and stood in front of the crossed planks with a chuckle, squatting down, crawling over the sands back underneath the crossed planks out from the lighthouse tower with a grin at Cassium while speaking into his mobile telephone for fun. “That is the place, honey. Let’s go do this thing, baby!” He stood upright from the ground and wiped off the loose sand from both naked kneecaps while hopping on each foot beside her back towards the jeep.

They scooted into the jeep and drove towards the extreme easterly end of the island to complete the mission for dead Molten and the other Atlantians.

 

 

5:05 p.m.

Abandoned hotel building location

(three miles from San Juan Nature Reserve)

Ocean beach and breeze with bright sunshine and hot temperatures

Sands and weeds setting

 

 

Armus veered the jeep off a badly paved roadway and slowed the speed, stopping the vehicle inside a long patch of healthy green tall weeds and short green grass. She slid out from the seat and stood down inside the tall weeds with a puzzled brow while wearing a pair of sunglasses, still shaking the tender eyeballs from the extremely bright sunray and frowned at the new beach scenery. “There is no guest house or beach campsite for some fun family time.”

Armus moved around the front bumper of the jeep and stopped, cuddling Cassie while staring at the dilapidated hotel building. They slowly strolled ahead through the patch of tall trees towards the abandoned building. He exhaled with a huff of nervousness. “Okay! I see a tacky and ugly three story dull and needs to be painted kinda beige colored squat building with no balcony space or a guest or a visiting car or…”

“Ugh!” She tripped over the tall green healthy plants and then balanced upright with a sour frown. “Both the weeds and the grass grow tall and healthy here on the San Juan Nature Reserve. I see an inn without one single feet of beachfront property though, but I do see plenty of rolling ocean waves beyond the grove of tall palms trees and hear the crickets and the birds.”

Armus held her hand and then tripped over a clump of tall and overgrown weeds, balancing upright with a sneer. “There’s nothing in driving or walking distance either. No shops. No streets. No people. Are we in the right place, darling?”

She turned and scanned a lush forest of tall palm trees and abundant colorful wild flowers with a puzzled brow. “No grocery stores. No restaurants. No casinos. No pharmacies. No souvenir shops. No banks…”

“Are you glad that I got rented four-wheeled jeep now?”

She frowned, “Yeah.” They moved over a set of broken up yellow colored patio tiles and then turned the corner on the run-down squat building of dull beige tint, halting with a gasp. The side patio view contained a set of rusty ancient patio furniture consisting of eating tables without a chair, numerous chairs with an eating tables and broken pieces of many plastic tables. There was an old lady sitting cross-legged on top of a high sea wall. The sea wall surrounded the empty and run-down old hotel beach inn. She faced the water and sung with a light hum, extending both arms towards the ocean, “Umm…”

Armus smiled with a nod at the rear skull of the old lady, “Jackpot. Gimme the backpack of sea pearls. We will dump the rest of the lot here on top of the patio table right behind her butthole and we leave and go…”

“No!” She marched forward without Armus with a smile and shook the curls, moving ahead towards the old lady with a shout out, waving a free arm in the air. “Hi! Hello there! Excuse me…”

The old lady did not move and continued to sing with a hum, “Umm…”

Armus shouted out loud with a smile, waving an arm into arm with a chuckle of amusement. “Hey umm, umm, lady! We came and saw. Now, we leave and go,” he reached out and dropped the backpack with the remaining bag of pearls on top of one of the non-busted patio table with a loud thud. The old lady did not stop the humming or unfolded from the cross-legged position on top of the sea wall. He jogged ahead after Cassium, planning to grab his girl and then they would leave and go back home on the next airplane out from San Juan.

Cassium halted in front of the sea wall and could not climb up the broken stone. Armus pulled up beside Cassium. She reached over and slapped his arm, pointing towards the sea wall. He exhaled with annoyance and squatted down, grabbing, lifting her by the waistline onto the top of the ledge. She repositioned and sat down with both legs hanging over the sea wall, turning with a sour frown to see him. Armus waved both arms and spun around with a sour frown, moving back to the patio table with the backpack of sea pearls. Cassium repositioned her legs into a cross-legged pose and exhaled with a big breath, closing the eyelashes with a silly smile, missing the beauty of the ocean waves.

The old lady possessed a tall body frame, a tight hair bun of light blonde hair behind the nape of the neck, and a tone of dark tinted skin, wearing a sleeveless white sundress and a pair of naked feet. She did not move but continued to hum, “Umm…”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of amusement and started to hum too. “Umm. Umm…”

The lady did not move from the concrete sea wall and continued to hum, “Umm,”

“Umm! I brought the keye to Miami.”

The lady continued to sit and hum. “Umm! Describe it!”

“It is eight inches long in baby blue color.”

“Umm! Your purpose here.”

“Mr. Molten of Miami asked me to find you. I have brought the sea pearls.”

The lady continued to sit and hum towards the vast deep blue ocean waves, “Umm! What is your second purpose here?”

Cassium opened the eyelashes and turned with a puzzled frown to see the nose profile of the lady. The old lady continued to face the ocean waves with a pair of closed eyelashes. Then, Cassium looked back over a collar bone with a grin to see Armus. He lifted up both arms and then slapped back down the hands onto the walking shorts while exhaling with a huff of annoyance. Cassium looked back to see the nose profile of the lady with a puzzled frown. “I have no second purpose here. I bring the sea pearls for you to install inside the second keye. Mr. Molten said that you would be the one to possess the keye. Is this correct?”

The old lady opened the eyelashes and turned with a smile and a laugh to see Cassium. “Yes, child! I do have the keye. I am sorry. I sometimes receive down here on the extreme eastern end of the island some really weird folks,” she stood upright on top of the sea wall and then jumped down backwards, landing in a crouch position on the top of the hard broken patio brick, standing upright with a smile. Armus raced ahead and stopped, assisting Cassium down from the sea wall, gently placing her sandals on the top of hard broken patio brick too. Armus and Cassium spun around to see the old lady.

The lady spun around with a smile and stared down at the patio table with the black colored backpack, moving ahead towards the table and stopped. She reached out and grabbed the backpack, flipping open the flap with a smile. “They are beautiful. I have not seen them in ages.” Armus turned with a sour frown to see the nose profile of Cassium as she reached over and slapped his chest with a giggle.

The lady lifted up and cuddled the backpack of pearls spinning around with a smile, moving ahead with a hum towards the side of the old ruined hotel building. “You are welcome to follow me and observe, if you would like. Or you can leave. You have performed a vital service for all of us, young couple.” Cassium dashed ahead from Armus and followed behind the lady with a giggle as Armus stood in place with a gasp and then dashed ahead after Cassium with a sour frown in silence.

Each one stumbled over a set of broken concrete steps and swiftly moved up towards the third level, stopping on top of a flat roof of solid ugly dull white concrete.

The lady moved ahead with a hum and then halted at the northeastern post on top of the three story squat structure, pulling out each plastic bag, pouring all the sea pearls down inside a second baby blue cylinder keye that had been built on the wall corner of the rooftop.

Cassium dashed ahead with a gasp and stopped in the middle of the rooftop ripping off the pair of sunglasses. A second yellow beam had escaped from the embedded cylinder tube and then encircled around the pale blue skyline coming from the second keye. The second keye was baby blue tinted cylinder exactly like the one on top of Molten’s rooftop building inside metro city Miami within southern Florida of the USA.

Armus moved ahead with a sour frown and stopped beside the nose profile of Cassium while staring down at the same type of cylinder-keye with a sour frown. “I don’t get it and I can’t see it either. But, is it working, one? And what does the cylinder keye do, two? Molten said that it would signal all the other living and breathing hidden and secret race of Atlantians. How can a silent sound and an invisible beam signal anyone, especially a far, far away Atlantian? Could you explain that to me, ma’am?” The old lady spun around with a smile to see Cassium.

Cassium slowly swirled around and watched the first yellow beam of light which also encircled the blue sky coming from western direction in the city of Miami within the US State of Florida. The second yellow beam of light came from the second cylinder which was located on the extreme eastern end on top of a squat building with the island of Puerto Rico. The separated two beams of yellow hue violently crossed and then smashed together creating a series of tiny hue sparks of pink, yellow, and blue. She back stepped from the pretty but deadly collision within the middle of the pale blue sky, pointing at the Atlantian event, looking with a puzzled frown to see the old lady. The lady smiled with a nod to Cassium. Cassium looked back with a gasp to see the twin yellow beams.

The two beams formed a single yellow tinted beam of light within the middle of the pale blue sky over the dark blue waters of Atlantic Ocean. The Miami beam continued to blaze in yellow hue and returned back towards the city of Miami in a western direction.

The Puerto Rico beam continued to glow in yellow hue too and returned back into an eastern direction without sound but flamed inside the cylinder-keye in the colors of pink, blue, and red. Then, a new yellow beam leaped out from the Puerto Rico cylinder keye and raced ahead towards the pale blue sky in the geographical direction of northwest.

Cassium narrowed the eyelashes and followed the new yellow tinted beam of light. It headed out towards the ocean waves and beyond within her natural eyesight. She looked down with a puzzle frown to see the old lady.

The old lady nodded with a smile to Cassium. “Yes! The keye is working perfectly, young couple. Thank you for bringing me the sea pearls! I, now, have completed my Atlantian mission after all these centuries, as well,” she clapped with a smile.

Armus reached out with a sour frown and grabbed the arm of Cassium, cuddling her into his side while staring at the old lady and then the baby blue cylinder keye, shaking a skull. “This thing doesn’t make any sense from an audio engineering performance,” he looked up to see the pale blue sky which showed only a pale blue sky within his human eyeballs. “In Miami, Molten set his baby blue keye on top of a one hundred and four story building structure. He said that the Atlantian beam was rotating around and around within the air waves. I couldn’t see it. But, if that’s true, how in the heck can a second beam coming from a three story short squat crumbling building in extreme eastern corner of the Puerto Rico island possibly connect to the first beam on top of a tall skyscraper within the western top of Florida?” He looked down with a confused brow to see the old lady. Cassium looked down with a giggle and a smile to see the nose profile of Armus.

The old lady turned and smiled at Armus. “Did Mr. Molten say that the two beams were going to connect, young person?”

Armus exhaled with a huff of frustration and looked down to see his flip flops and returned back to see the old lady, “Naw! Molten didn’t say that the two beams would connect and mate. He said that it was signal for the living and breathing and hidden Atlantians to visit the city of Miami within the US State of Florida for a grand family reunion.”

The old lady said nodded with a smile to Armus. “It should be a grand day indeed.” She moved ahead with a smile.

Armus spun Cassium around to see the back spine of the old lady and swiftly moved back down the damaged staircase. “Thanks for the silly update, lady. Let’s go home now, Cassium.” The old lady skated down each broken step on top of the damaged exterior staircase on the old run-down hotel, landing on top of the turned and moved ahead towards the sea wall in silence. Armus and Cassium carefully maneuvered around each broken step and finally landed on top of the damaged patio floor with a stern face.

The old lady stopped and climbed back on top of the seawall, sitting in a cross-legged pose with both arms hands extended towards the ocean waves, closing the eyelashes with a soft hum again. “Umm. Umm…”

Armus moved ahead towards the seawall with Cassium and shook a skull with the pair of sunglasses and a laugh. “Is it not your birthday today also? You look kinda old and weathered, doll.” Cassium reached over and slapped his chest with a lady grunt as he laughed out loud again.

The old lady continued to sit and hum on top of the seawall with a pair of closed eyelashes. “You are very astute, young person. My birthday is next week. I will not be humming here on the seawall anymore. You have arrived in time to save all of the Atlantians. We are very grateful.”

Cassium yelled out loud with a smile, waving an arm in the air. “You’re most welcome, ma’am!”

Armus reached out and grabbed her flying arm, cuddling Cassium with a whisper of annoyance, spinning around to face the jeep inside the patch of tall grass and weeds, slowly moving ahead with a smile. “Let’s get outta here and go home, before she poofs.” She nodded with a giggle.

 

 

On the twentieth day in the month of July at midnight, the lunar moon quaked underneath the dark shadow of the night activating a series of tidal waves rolling over planet Earth.

On the first of August at mid-day, the coastal landmasses violently quaked underneath the bright sunshine for a short period of time and then stopped suddenly.

On the first day in the month of September at late afternoon, a series of water spouts formed over the rouge ocean waters in the Atlantic Ocean and then swiftly dissipated. Then, the new series of water spouts formed again twisting in action, dancing over the surface of the Atlantic Ocean without harm to the landmass.

On the first day in the month of October within the late morning, a series of magnetic thunder storms struck down coming from an angry black tinted skyline with an array of numerous dancing yellow tinted bolts of lightning on top of the warm ocean waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

On the first day in the month of November in the early morning hours, a row of ocean floor volcanoes spurted into life and then died back down into death. Then, the row of ocean floor volcanoes erupted again and flamed into a sea of red tinted and heated lava streams coming up from the depths of the ocean floor and landed on top of the rough water surface within the Atlantic Ocean.

On the first day in the month of December within the late cool night evening, all the sea mammals slowly migrated away from each seashore coastlines and swam into the deeper waters of the Atlantic Ocean for protection.

On the first day in the month of January within the last cool night evening, a set of misty yellow tinted pockets of sulfur slowly rose up from the ocean floor and landed on top of the water surface forming the first sandbar within the Atlantic Ocean.

On the first day in the month of February at midnight, the group of scattered isles of the Bahamas and the single landmass of Puerto Rico started drowning with a series of heavy raindrops and rows of rouge high waves of the salty ocean water coming from the numerous water spouts with numerous bolts of pretty white lightning brightening against an angry black colored skyline.

On the first day in the month of March within the early morning hours in the city of Miami within the US State of Florida, the city started flooding in heavy puddles of raindrops and a series of strong hurricane winds coming from the twisting series of ocean water spouts along the coastline.

 

 

Tuesday March 17th

 

 

6:02 a.m.

City of Birmingham within the US State of Alabama

(1,870 miles north of Puerto Rico)

Shared home location of Armus and Cassium

Private bedroom setting

Cold temperatures and cloudy sky of wintertime

 

 

Armus rolled to the side and slapped a cold bed linen while awakening with a gasp. “Cassium!” He rolled over the edge of the mattress dragging the bed sheets, standing upright in a pair blue and red pajama pants and a naked chest, scratching the chest, running into the new chest of drawers at the kneecap with a gasp, “Cassium!” He saw an illuminated bathroom light with a smile. “Alele is coming into the world now. I’m going to be a daddy now.” Cassium was overdue by twelve days as a first time mommy. The baby was healthy, growing fatter and bigger but not Cassium. She was still slender and tall with a big round basketball-shape underneath the maternity blouse. He ran into the edge of the new plasmas television within the semi-darkness while wiping off a set of sleepy crumbs from each eye socket with a cuss and then back stepped, scooting around the television, moving ahead towards the bathroom light. The bathroom door was slightly closed but not completely. He shouted out loud with a smile. “Is Alele coming? Are you feeling sick? Are you bleeding over the floor? Are you something?” He slammed the door open with a smile.

Cassium stood in front of the toilet seat and faced Armus holding a pink object in the cupped hand. The other hand was pressing against the side of her swollen belly, making an indentation within the skin. He gasped with worry. “What’s wrong? You’re not bleeding on the floor. The floor ain’t wet from your broken water.”

She gasped. “I…uh…”

He narrowed the eyelids at the pink object within her cupped hand with a puzzled brow. “What’s that? What’s inside your hand,” he reached out and snatched the object, studying it with both fear and angry. “This is a tap needle.” He reached down and stabbed the sharp tiny needle into the forearm, barely feeling any pain on his manly tough skin, “Naw! A blood collection specimen needle is used exclusively for both babies and newborns. What the fuck is this, Cassium?” He looked up with a sour frown to see her and lifted up the tap needle that was filled with one half-ounce of his personal blood.

She bit the bottom lip and continued to stand in a pair of girly panties and the support soft bra coming from a pair of swollen breasts of milk. “I…uh…”

He stomped towards her in angry. “What! Why?”

“I…uh…”

He knelt down and examined her swollen belly. Numerous tiny needle punctures were encircled around the outside of her swollen belly, where she had used the tap needle to collect the baby’s amniotic fluid. The tap needle sharp tip was too shallow for penetrating her belly for extracting any blood protein from unborn fetus Alele. He reached out and gently caressed the sides of her belly with a growl while feeling with his fingers. The circles were slightly brownish-tinted encrusted healing scabs from a set of previous needle sticks of fluid collection. He said with a sour frown and an angry growl. “Why are doing this? What are you doing with collected tiny amount of Alele’s amniotic fluid, girl?”

She exhaled with puff of worry and sobbed with tears. “How do you know that?”

He stood upright from the floor and back stepped from her with an angry face and a furious tone. “I’m a geneticist too. We both had to study and learn the human anatomy. You’re using this tap needle to collect a series of Alele’s amniotic fluid. What in the hell for, Cassium?”

She continued to sob with tears. “I wanna be certain that the baby’s okay.”

He exhaled with a huff of disappointment. “She’s fine. You go to the physician every day for a baby check and a belly check. You’re not close to dilating yet.”

She sobbed with more tears. “The human medical physician can only see the outside of my belly, not the inside of…”

He raised a hand and stroked down the messy hair with a sigh. “Damn! You’re testing her genes. You are testing our baby’s gene for any mutations. You are testing our baby’s gene with the Cure-all Core supercomputer by using the Burn U’s allele program. We had this brief and heated discussion thread almost eight months ago. I thought you were satisfied and happy and satisfied and happier…”

She continued to sob with more tears. “The Atlantian poofed at fifty years old. Fifty years old! Armus, Alele could only live to be a young fifty years old or less. She could be an Atlantian too like the tenth generation or the eleventh generation of mutant humans. I have to know, if my baby is an Atlantian, if my baby is going to die, before me.”

“O rats. O big rats. O little rats. Are you crazy, girl? I can’t believe this. Do you remember Molten, the Miami Atlantian? He pulled the amniotic fluid of Alele with his tap needle inside his apartment in the month of July, when we visited him down there in the warm hot weather. He tested the DNA strand of Alele right there. He would be an expert on Atlantis physiology and I believed him.”

She moved ahead and shuffled around Armus wiping off the tears, strolling into the middle of the master bedroom, turning around with a sour frown to see him while caressing the expanded belly. Alele kicked into the stomach with excitement of the morning cat fight. She sneered in fury. “And I do not believe Molten or you or anyone else. There is too much strange and bizarre coincidence surrounding me and you and our baby. For nine months, almost every single day and hour, we have been eating, sleeping, and studying the Atlantian gene pool. Cutny is both obsessed and possessed that he has found a new type of species here on the planet Earth. He just can’t quite connect the last dot. Within LACI, the scientists around the world has interviewed numerous subjects and then extracted some of the specimens on the alive and breathing non-poofed Atlantians. Cutny doesn’t know what he’s viewing, but I do. Even the clueless genetic scientists don’t actually know what they have collected in terms of specimens and datum, since a research interview is protected information, which cannot be shared, until the subject gives permission. Therefore, the identification of the subject is top secret from both Cutny and us.”

Armus followed behind her back spine with a worried brow and stopped to see her red swollen face, exhaling a huff of more worry, shaking a skull and looked down to see the new carpet inside their shared master bedroom. “I do not fartingly care about any alive or dead Atlantians,” he looked up with a smile to see her. “I only care about you and Alele. Please stop this nonsense for me, for love, and for Alele!”

She swung around to see the closet, reaching inside and grabbed, tossing on the loose maternity dress, sliding a flip-flop over each swollen and naked feet. She back stepped from the closet and slowly swung around with a sour frown and a furious tone at Armus. “I wanna know the fate of my baby girl. We have the technology to see into her future…”

He firmly reached out and grabbed her forearm while stopping her motion. “Then what are you going to do, Cassium? What if, you find out that Alele somehow by chance, by luck, or by God turns out to be an Atlantian? Then what will happen, Cassium? What are you going to do? I’m going to love my baby girl for what she is. And she is hundred percent human like me and you.”

She jerked back the arm from his manly grip with a lady sneer. “You do not know with hundred percent assurance and validity. We are both degreed geneticists. We both have learned that chance comes randomly into the DNA strand, not necessarily by external radiation or outside toxins. The genetic drift will tell me so with a little help from LACI…”

“O rats!” He back stepped from her and dropped open a mouth with a gasp. “You dropped down Alele’s DNA into LACI. You possess numerous encrusted scabs. How long have you been puncturing at Alele with that deadly and dangerous sharp needle, Cassium?”

She scooted around Armus with a sneer and swiftly moved out the archway, into the hallway, and down the stairs of their shared antebellum mansion. Armus spun around with a worried brow and chased her behind, running ahead of Cassium, before she reached the garage door. He swung around in front of her and reached out, grabbing her biceps with a sour frown and a furious tone. “Tell me! How long have you been torturing Alele without my permission and my knowledge?”

She looked up to see the ceiling and down to see the floor, and finally with a stern face to see him. “Once per week, since we visited Molten…”

He released her with a gasp of alarm and shook a skull. “Once per week! We had visited Molten in the city of Miami on the twentieth day in the month of July. He tested Alele’s amniotic fluid back then. Now, it has been thirty-five weeks later. O rats! Thirty-six times, you have knowingly and dangerously stabbed my little baby girl thirty-six freaking times with an individual thirty-six sharp needle tips. She’s an innocent babe, girl.”

She exhaled with a puff of annoyance and flipped up a hand into the air scooting around him and strolled towards the kitchen space. She was driving her personal car to work today as Armus was too emotionally unstable at the moment. She exhaled. “She is safely inside my womb of warmth with both protection and love. Nothing ain’t going to hurt her, Armus!”

Armus looked down with a worried face to see the floor while almost sobbing with all the thoughts of a mental torture of his little girl inside the womb of Cassium and spun around with a sad pout to see her back spine. “A fetus hears, feels, tastes, and knows everything around her inside your womb, Cassium. Alele feels when you attack and puncture her little tiny baby body with that sharp needle. O my gawd, thirty-six times too!”

“The needle is attacking the amniotic fluid, not her baby flesh, Armus. I’m going into work now and then leaving early for the rest of the work day. I can’t stand the mental thoughts of working with Cutny for the rest of the week either. I think I’ll put in my maternity leave today. I’m more tired than usual. I’ll see you at work, darling,” she moved through the kitchen towards a closed garage door with a smile.

Armus exhaled with a huff of angry and jabbed a finger at her back spin with a yell of fury. “I’ll see you in court, sugar. I’m going to see my lawyer first. I’m taking legal and illegal measures against you, Cassium. And you better stop probing and probing Alele with that nasty tap needle. I’m going into work too. And I’m finding and locating and printing and saving all of Alele’s illegal genetic test makers that you have accumulated for the past thirty-six weeks or eight months, baby. I’m stopping you, babe. When my Alele is born, I’m taking my baby from you, Cassium.” The garage door slammed with a loud boom. He exhaled with a fury of cuss words and spun around, stomping back up the staircase to dress for work also.

 

 

10:03 a.m.

Cure-all Science Medical Core location

Shared office setting of Armus and Cassium

 

 

The office door opened. Armus entered into the office and slammed the door shut with a boom strutting ahead towards her wall desk, wearing a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, a pair of polished cowboy boots, a clean white shirt, and the Cure-all Core lab coat, where his embroidered name Armus Harmon Deme PhD display on the left chest pocket. He stopped behind her back spine and reached out, jerking the office rolling chair with Cassium into his legs, catching her flying arm. Cassium stood upright from the moving chair with a slight wobble and fell backwards into his chest with a gasp. He leaned down and sweet breathed mint in her cheekbone, gently shoving her to the side of the computer, the rolling chair, and the desk table, sitting down in her rolling chair and pulled his body into the computer. He started typing on her personal desktop computer underneath her IT username. Her computer was the primary access portal for all the allele programs plus any new specimen scans.

Armus had been very busy scanning and steaming the 24,000 Burn U specimens coming from the terminated research project of dead Bothea Rodan. There were 420,000 individual plastic bags of hair curls, nose snot, ear wax, tongue spit, and flaky fingernail proteins even some odd body part items coming from some annoying graduate students for their amusement and his annoyance. Each genetic sampling took five minutes including the set of independent walking footsteps.

Armus trucked down to Slivin’s office and then unlocked an individual box. Then, he marched back to his personal desk as Slivin did not like to be perturbed, either mentally or socially. He scanned and steamed an individual specimen matter underneath the eye of the two hundred-million-dollar quantum microscope which left nothing but a plume of white stream. Then, each electronic result was uploaded into LACI computer system immediately as Slivin continued to access and work on which ever one that she fancied at the moment.

The 420,000 species took five minutes of specimen work to truck, to scan, to stream, and then to upload. That was 2,100,000 minutes for trucking, scanning, and steaming all the 24,000 specimens. There was 60 minutes in one hour. The 2,100,000 minutes of specimen work was divided by 60 minutes which equaled 35,000 hours of specimen work.

Armus worked ten hour days including lunch. He liked to cram three sandwiches, two bags of salty potato chips, six sweet chocolate cookies, and four tumblers of sweet tea while strutting around the lush office space of Slivin for his amusing fun and her annoying frustration.

There were five working days within the week from Monday through Friday. The 3,500 work days were divided by five working days which equaled 700 weeks of specimen work. There were 52 weeks in a calendar year on planet Earth, maybe on planet Mars, it would only be 27 weeks. So, the amount of 700 weeks of specimen work was divided by 52 weeks which equaled 13 years, one month, and 16 days without taking off a vacation day.

Cassium stood upright and crossed both arms over a protruded belly frowning down on the black tinted hair roots of Armus with a lady sneer. “You can act like a meanie and a madman, both. You will never find and locate and print and save any of the baby’s genetic test results. I hid them, very well. Gesler has called a morning meeting for some unique reason. I’m so glad that you finally came into the office, sweetie. Or you might be regurgitating up your one million sign-on money bonus right back to the Cure-all Core payroll office. Since, you might by losing your good paying genetics job for being absent. However, I want you to keep this great payroll job, so I can collect a big fast and fat check of child support monies for Alele the day that she is birthed, without you, inside the hospital room…” Armus stopped typing and spun the rolling chair around with a sneer at Cassium, swinging around and started typing on the computer again before the morning meeting.

She giggled and wiggled the hips. “I am not married to your person, redneck. Remember? You didn’t wanna get married at Christmas time. I’m getting a lawyer, too, this afternoon right after I pretend a fake faint coming from my faint false alarm of child-birthing inside this boring and snoring business meeting. Then, I’ll start my accumulated maternal leave of paid vacation until Alele arrives which is any day now. And I’m going home first. I’m replacing all the latches and locks on all the entrance doors second. You should go and stay with your mama third…” Armus stopped typing and spun the rolling chair around with a sneer at Cassium, swinging around and started typing on the computer again before Cassium left the office and changed the door locks on the shared house.

She continued to giggle and wiggle the hips at the rear skull of Armus. “The meeting starts at eleven sharp. I’m leaving to work with Cutny for the last time,” she leaned down into his eardrum with a smile and a whisper. “Then, I’m quitting work forever to become a full-time mommy. You should ask for a raise, darling. Since, your one or two million-dollar-payroll salary will serve me very handsomely like you, even if we ain’t hitched. Too bad, I could’ve gotten a-le-le-mony, also. That’s cute and clever, ain’t it? I might get both A-le-le money and a-le-le-mony, to boot,” she stood upright with a laugh and scooted around Armus with a smile, exiting the shared office space.

Armus cussed underneath the sweet breath of mint while typing on the keyboard, staring at the computer screen with a soft whisper and a grin. “I’m smart too. Hmm! Now, I would not hide it behind a cherry wall panel. I would hide it in my face for tobacco spitting fun. Yeah! I wouldn’t use the name Alele, since it is too closely related to the real genetic term allele. Smart Slivin would have accidentally discovered it also. So, I would use or create a fake name like…” The computer screen scrolled down and showed millions of unknown subject names plus each allele value. He exhaled with a huff of frustration. “There are millions and millions of mathematical statistics here on the computer screen. This will take me hours, days, weeks, and years.” He looked down to see the computer clock with a worried brow. “10:14 am. I can’t believe that Gesler is meeting in the morning without the heated afternoon sun blinding my two eyeballs. Okay! Think slower! She could not insert an unpaid and unapproved baby specimen directly into the real database of real specimens. If Slivin found out, Cassium would be fired and then probably jailed for tainting a trillion-dollar specimen gene pool too. So, she has hidden them into a fake dataset. Naw! She would not hide them inside a fake database, which is nicknamed the dummy files,” laughing.

Armus had learned from Slivin about the Dummy Specimen Database (DSD), when she suspected that one of Bothea’s samplings might be a monkey bone fragment. Bothea’s scientific notebook held visually colorful bloody red question marks and handwritten royal blue colored questions about some of Granth’s personally gathered and collected specimen samplings. The first ten specimen boxes of fifty body pieces were scanned and steamed into the DSD and then verified for accuracy by Slivin.

Armus thought that Slivin was one, a brilliant researcher and two, a bright female with a sucky sour puss personality. Her and Cutny should meet and mate and make a whole happy taller human, maybe by chance or by luck. He continued to type with a chuckle on the keyboard as the DSD appeared and then typed some more sorting the dummies in numeric order, knowing it should be zero. Slivin had verified the first fifty specimens determining them to be human, not mammal. He saw zero entries inside the DSD database. Cassium might not know about the existence of the DSD. Cutny was not using the raw human body pieces like Slivin.

Inside the shared office, Armus exhaled with a huff of frustration, crossing both arms with a stern face at the computer screen. “Cassium doesn’t know about the DSD. Cassium didn’t insert it into the SGP or Specimen Gene Pool. So, she used and abused an existing electronic folder or file or record. Records! There are unused and unnamed electronic records here inside the computer application. Yeah. She used an unused record entry within LACI,” he leaned down and started typing on the keyboard with a laugh.

Armus knew that there were some unused specimen boxes on the wall which was located inside Slivin’s office space, where each specimen box accurately aligned to a set of unused electronic records within LACI. Slivin didn’t know what was there inside each physical tiny box, but Arums knew that the specimen boxes of the cavemen and ancient dudes came from Granth’s creepy dead body parts collection.

Granth had stolen each individual ancient specimen sampling back before poofing at his own birthday party inside the Meath Hotel while covering his Atlantian secret. And then he probably sold all the ancient yellowish bone fragments to another creepy art human collector for billions of dollars too.

Inside the shared office, Armus exhaled with a huff of relief that Granth had deleted the old dudes from the allele program along with stealing back their old bones. Slivin was a brilliant scientist too and would have figured out the right connection and come to the right conclusion. He typed the number zero and then saw the new information on the computer screen.

 

 

Number 0 allele value 00 specimen box number 0.

 

 

He reached down and pressed the button accessing the allele value and then saw the new information on the computer screen.

 

 

Number 0 allele value 00 specimen box number 0. No data set.

 

 

Armus smiled with a nod, “Yeah! I figured out that one too. Granth took out each old caveman from each physical box somehow, someway, and somewhere. Granth had stumbled upon another poofed Atlantian and then set the sixty alleles to zero as a standard number for comparison of all the collected subjects within his personal research project at Burn U. And it worked, Granth! Too bad, you robbed the Atlantis curse, too, deader Granth. Cassium has gone loco with the Atlantis charm coming from the poofed ancient hunter guy Atlantian during Granth’s birthday party inside the Meath Hotel last year. Thank goodness! I’m the sane one here after all this ugly mess with the right mindset to care for my human baby girl.” He continued type and stopped, seeing the new information on the computer screen.

 

 

 

Number 23,999 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,998 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,997 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,996 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,995 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,994 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,993 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,992 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,991 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,990 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 23,989 allele value 1,058,347. Specimen box 2584.

 

 

 

He reached down and pressed the button accessing the allele value for the range of numbers from 23,990 to 23,999, seeing the new information on the computer screen.

 

 

 

Number 23,999 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,998 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,997 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,996 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,995 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,994 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,993 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,992 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,991 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

Number 23,990 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused. No data set.

 

 

 

“No,” he frowned and then chuckled from the silly response. “Okay. She didn’t store Alele’s illegally needle taps of amniotic fluid here. They are some other place then. Where are the other records stored within LACI?” He snapped the fingers with a nod, typing the number 24,000. Armus knew that specimen box number 24,000 did not exist on the wall of boxes as it was the last of the metal boxes that started with the math number zero. In theory, of course, there should not be any data set associated with number 24,000. And Cassium knew that secret too. He typed on the keyboard, seeing the new information on the computer screen.

 

 

 

Number 24,000 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 24,001 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 24,002 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

Number 24,003 allele 999,999,999,999,999 unused.

 

 

 

Armus slid off the rolling chair with a clap and a shout out of happiness, “Yeehaw! I’m great. Too bad, you’re working for Cutny, because I see a set of new numbers of 24,000 to 24,035.” He frowned with worry down at the computer screen. “I’m right. Cassium did. She did stab my baby girl thirty-six times.” He balled both fists into white hue with killing fury, a sour frown, and a furious tone. “I wanna kill her for harming my baby girl. Naw! I wanna raise my baby girl alone without her ugly black-hearted biological mama.” He exhaled with a huff of worry, holding a finger over the button wanting to access the data set but not really. He shook a skull with a whisper. “Wonder if, she lied. Wonder if, the data set displays something that I don’t wanna see. Naw! Cassium would’ve told me. Right? Wrong! I’m human. Right! She’s human. Right, too!” He exhaled with a huff of worry and pressed the button. He saw on the computer screen.

A karyotype picture of forty-six chromosomes showed an array of dull black, gray, and white colors of an assortment of different and varied tall, short, bent left, and bent right of sizes, shapes, and band shading.

He exhaled with huff of relieve and a whisper of love. “Alele is human. The centromere is not blood red colored on any of her healthy baby chromosomes. Cassium is a degreed and trained geneticist. She saw this too. Cassium has gone loco with that stupido Atlantian curse thing. I have to take my daughter away from her biological mama, before something bad happens to the both of them. I need a printer and a paper for the lawyer’s case,” he looked down and around the naked office furniture without seeing a printer or a piece of paper and then snapped the fingers, sitting down at the computer desk with a grin, typing on the keyboard with a chuckle. “I will electronically copy all thirty-six data sets and send to my mobile telephone and then to Cassium’s cell phone. When she sees all of these shocking and revealing set of new electronic files on her new cell, she might just drop the kid today.” He started typing with a chuckle as the mobile telephone sounded with a ding tone thirty-six times for each karyotype picture. He exited out of her computer terminal and stood upright from the desk, sliding the rolling chair underneath the table top like he was taught by his mother as a southern gentleman. He smiled with a nod and looked down to see the wrist watch. “It is time for the eleven o’clock meeting,” he left the shared office space with a laugh and a grin of victory.

 

 

11:01 a.m.

31st conference room setting

 

 

Cassium rushed ahead from the hallway and grabbed an empty seat beside Armus. Armus continued to play on the mobile telephone as all the other scientists sat inside an assigned seat at the table. Cassium had returned to the shared office space with her future ex-boyfriend finding the new mobile telephone. It was pinging in soft piano music. Her mother enjoyed texting too much during the work day. She ignored all the boring texts until after suppertime and then would quickly read and more swiftly delete all of them off her new mobile telephone. Gesler sat down in the assigned chair at the head of the round table with a smile and a nod to each scientist. Cassium looked down with a smile to see the personal mobile telephone and swished through the menu, seeing that a new set of electronic files. Each electronic file had popped up inside the personal email system through the mobile telephone as she frowned with confusion and then heard a loud echo of laughter.

Cassium turned with a sour frown to see the noise as Armus looked up with a smile from his mobile telephone and then winked to her. He looked back down with a chuckle and continued play on the mobile telephone. She exhaled with a puff of annoyance and looked down with a sour frown to see the screen on the phone, swishing to the first email with a gasp of shock at the karyotype picture. So, Armus had found one of Alele’s illegal body fluid taps, where Cassium had created an illegal karyotype pattern of their baby’s amniotic fluid.

Gesler smiled at each scientist around the table. “I have called the morning meeting for one purpose. Have any of you been following the weather patterns lately?”

Cassium looked up and turned with a lady sneer to see the black tinted hair roots of Armus, who continued to play on the mobile telephone. She looked down with a sneer and typed a new text on her mobile telephone to Armus: You ain’t smart, bubba. You found only one of the karyotype pics, sugar.

The first scientist said to each scientist around the table. “There are numerous water spouts starting and stopping on top of the Atlantic Ocean waters without any reason. Thus, the waters are infected with a pod of biting sharks and a school of killer barracuda which are departing from the island coastlines for some reason.”

Armus looked up with a grin to see her nose profile and then looked down with a laugh to see his mobile telephone, typing a new text back to her: Yes ma’am! I am smarter. I found all 36 pics, sugar.

The second scientist said to each scientist around the table. “The eastern sea shoreline of South Florida is drastically flooding into the second level floor of each and every business office building also.”

She gasped with alarm and typed a text back to him: You lie!

Armus smiled and typed a new text to her: Ya blind, mama! Read the rest of the electronic files in your new cell, darling!!!

The third scientist said to each scientist around the table. “The Bahamas and surrounding Caribbean islands are drowning in sea water also. I understand that the US Federal Government has helped and evacuated the entire Caribbean islands plus the mainland of Puerto Rico, including land mammals and soil plants and trees.”

She gasped with alarm and typed a new text back to him: This proves nothing, honey. A bunch of silly pictures of big X’s.

He smiled and typed a new text back to her: This proves my lawyer was very interested, babe. I met him this morning.

The fourth scientist said to each scientist around the table. “I have been watching the strange migration pods of whales, dolphins, and even the fearless sharks. The mammals are all leaving and swimming away from the coastal shorelines along the South Florida for some strange reason.”

She gasped in alarm and typed a new text back to him: I have a meeting with my lawyer this afternoon, scout. We ain’t married, darling. Nothing to fight about!!!

He smiled and typed a new text back to her: The historical civil war antebellum mansion!!!

The fifth scientist said to each scientist around the table. “There are numerous magnetic thunder storms with an array of dancing bolts of lightning strikes keeping our US military planes and ships from accessing the waters of the Bermuda Triangle. Apparently, the US military ships and planes cannot sail or fly inside the heavy clouds due to the compass malfunctions.”

She gasped in alarm and typed a new text back to him: Keep the mansion, honey. I keep the baby!!!! :)

He smiled and typed a new text back to her. “Today, a good daddy rules over an evil mommy. I keep the baby, forever!!!!!! ;)D

Gesler said to each scientist around the table. “The Bermuda Triangle is 1.5 miles of ocean water, which is also a mysterious source of fantasy since the time of Christopher Columbus and now a sight of regular UFO sightings,” he chuckled with the other scientists.

She gasped in alarm and typed a new text back to him: Pookie poo! I am her mama. You can’t touch me or her, everrrrr!!!! ;(

He smiled and typed a new text back to her. I will touch my baby girl, before your pair of bloody hands. I will get a legal order to take my baby girl directly from the operating room, after your delivery, honey.

The sixth scientist said to each scientist around the table. “Rows of rouge waves are covering several square miles of shifting water inside the Bermuda Triangle also. The ocean water is boiling and bubbling creating a sea of green acidic methane turbulence. The methane fog is preventing all ships and planes and people in arriving into the Bermuda Triangle. I don’t know what is happening out there within the waters of the Atlantic Ocean either.”

She gasped in alarm and typed a new text back to him: You can try and fail. I am her mama now, during, and forever. I keep my baby!

He smiled and typed a new text back to her: I will do and win. I get my baby girl!!!!

Gesler said to scientist around the table. “A methane turbulence of gas plus a set of enormous rouge ocean waves and a solid sonar detection of a single surface object, I do believe, my fellow scientists, that we got ourselves an UFO verification,” he laughed with the other scientists.

She frowned and typed a new text back to him: You got only a set of typed words. No macho action, bubba!!! :)

He smiled and typed a new text back to her: Once the judge finds out how you created those dull black, gray, and white computer generated electron pics from the baby’s precious amniotic fluid by punching a hole inside your belly, bleeding my baby girl, almost to death. Then I win everything, darling!!! ;) Hehehehehe!!!

She gasped in alarm at his mean text message on her mobile telephone.

Cutny stood upright, not tall, from the chair as Armus looked up with a chuckle at the short man of five feet and zero inches. Cutny sneered to each scientist around the table. “Let me be very clear with my bold proclamation! The current weather phenomenon is centered inside the Bermuda Triangle. Since the birth of sailors and ships, the seas have recorded both death and life for mankind. Our American hero Christopher Columbus sailed and recorded among his ocean sea adventure sighting both a wall of misty green tinted fog and walls of mast-sized rough waves within the Bermuda Triangle waters. This is the Bermuda Triangle, a mystery of past, present, and future on planet Earth.”

Gesler nodded to each scientist around the table. “Thank you Cutny for sharing your scientific opinion! I am here to inform each scientist that the President of the United States does not share that bold proclamation or any other mysterious explanation. He has dictated an emergency science meeting. He has personally called me and asked for a geneticist to attend the conference tomorrow.”

The first scientist frowned at Gesler. “There is an emergency science meeting tomorrow!”

The second scientist frowned at Gesler. “Do you mean an emergency scientific meeting within twenty-four hours from now?”

The third scientist smiled at Gesler. “Please ask the president to reschedule the science meeting for next week!”

The fourth scientist grinned at Gesler. “I cannot attend the emergency science meeting.”

The sixth scientist smiled at Gesler. “Please count me out of that US Federal Government science meeting tomorrow also.”

Slivin turned and smirked down at the hair roots of Armus, looking down at the hair roots of Cassium as they both enjoyed a playtime fun on a mobile telephone with each other. She turned with a smirk to see Gesler. “Ahem. I volunteer one of our best geneticists to attend the science meeting with the President of the United States. He is Dr. Armus Deme.”

Looking down with a smile at the tiny screen on her personal mobile telephone, Cassium typed a new text back to Armus: I am saving her life.

He grunted and typed a new text back to her: I am saving my baby girl by removing vile you from her precious life.

Gesler said with a smile. “I concur with you, Slivin,” he cleared a throat and looked down at the black hair roots of Armus, “Dr. Deme!”

Cassium looked up with a sour frown to see Gesler and stood upright from the chair stumbling backwards from the table with a gasp. “What? O my gosh! I’m not feeling very good now right, at the moment. I think I’m going to be sick to my stomach. I…I am leaving for the rest of the day, maybe the rest of the week too.” Armus looked up with a sour frown to see Gesler and turned with a growl to see Cassium.

Slivin turned with a gasp to see Cassium. “Ahem. Are you having maternity labor contractions?”

Cassium turned with a smile to see Armus and shook the curls, raising both hands with the mobile telephone, returning back to see Gesler, “No! I’m over worked and over wrath with all the sudden events of out there, now right, at the moment. My husband will be very happy to stay and play with his and my work for the day and the rest of the week. Won’t ya, honey? I love ya, sugar,” she jabbed a finger at his nose bridge with a smirk and a nod, slowly spinning around to face the closed door of the conference room. Armus sneered at the back spine of Cassium.

Gesler waved a hand with a smile at the back spine of Cassium. “Please leave and rest for the both of us, Cassium. Armus!” Armus sounded with a snarl while watching Cassium priss out the conference room door.

The conference door closed.

Cassium slowly waddled side to side with a laugh towards the car with her small victory.

 

 

2:02 p.m.

Shared house of Cassium and Armus

(13 miles from Core-All building)

Cold temperatures and partly sunshine

 

 

The front door sounded with a soft piano chime of music.

Cassium exhaled with another puff of annoyance. She had been home for two hours both resting and crying with a set of mixed up feeling of angry, hate, depression, sadness, and happiness. She slowly rose up from the new living room sofa and then slowly waddled nine months of a swollen belly towards the front door for the mail carrier with the ninth time today. Some of her nice co-workers had been sending a box of flowers or a basket of fruit or a pink colored wrapped baby girl gift. She stopped and reached out with a smile, opening the door as a beige colored envelope invaded her nostrils.

A tall and middle-aged male with a head of brown colored hair and a tint of pale colored skin wore a dark blue colored business suit without a smile. “Are you, Cassium Piston?”

She smiled with a nod. “Yes, I’m Cassium Piston.”

He shook a skull with a smooth baritone. “Well, I’m really sorry to hear that. This is an arrest warrant for your person, Cassium Piston. I was hoping that you wouldn’t be at your home and then slipped it inside your mailbox. But since, you are standing right here, I must execute it forth right and such and such…”

“What?” She snatched the letter from his hand with a confused brow, ripping open the envelope, reading the contents very swiftly and looked up with a gasp to the strange male. “This says that I’m under arrest for US Federal income tax evasion.”

He nodded with a stern face. “This is an arrest warrant which has been signed by a US federal judge within the US federal district of Birmingham. You are in violation of US Internal Revenue Code 13.508, section 2.46, and paragraph 9.74. The USA IRS office has completed an audit of your personal US income tax form for last calendar year. The IRS has found that you have purposefully not reported a financial amount of gross payroll salaries totaling two million dollars. This figure is based on the W-9 from the business enterprises of both Birmingham University and Cure-all Science Medical Core of Birmingham, Alabama. I hereby place you, Cassium Piston, under arrest for US Federal Government income tax evasion. You will be escorted to the local prison house in downtown Birmingham. Tomorrow morning, you will be transported directly to a US federal government women’s correction facility, until at such time you can arrange both bail and a lawyer.”

She dropped open a mouth with a gasp and caressed the swollen belly. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean not to pay all of my income taxes on the two million dollars. And I can pay all the return monies for my US Federal taxes today, right now, at this moment. I need to know the financial dollar amount. Then I can write you a check right here on my front porch of my house.”

He looked up to see the ceiling of the front porch on the house without a smile. “And a fine mansion of historical civil war in the southern state of Alabama, it is. And the US IRS has determined that you submitted your US income taxes as a married individual. However, the US IRS cannot find a marriage certificate for you, Cassium Piston Deme. This is also another felony of the US Internal Revenue Code 18.601, section 4.15, and paragraph 6.67. However, I am only a law enforcement officer for the US Federal Government, IRS division. I must ask you to come along with me really nice.” He thumbed back over a collar bone with a stern face. “I am required to have supporting local police law enforcement from the Birmingham police department as my backup for any criminal act of tax evasion, since it is a US Federal felony that comes with jail time and monetary fees. So, please come with me!”

She stomped a naked foot and rubbed a swollen belly with a sneer. “I’m in labor with my child, you idiot. I need to go to the hospital, right now, at this moment.”

The male swung around with a stern face and motion for the emergency personally. A team of four police officers and two paramedics swiftly advanced towards them on top of the front porch carrying a medical bag. He returned back with a smile to see Cassium. “I will escort you to the Birmingham Hospital emergency room, before you are to be taken to the Birmingham jail house, Mrs. Deme.” Cassium exhaled with puff of worry, sobbing with tears of worry. The male lifted up with a smile a set bracelet handcuffs into her tears of sadness.

 

 

Wednesday March 18th

 

 

8:01 a.m.

City of Miami with the US State of Florida

(808 miles south of Birmingham)

Miami Genetics Science Center location

78th floor level

Conference room setting

Warm temperatures with light ocean breeze and bright sunshine

 

 

The presidential science meeting was held in the city of Miami at the city street address of 666 Brickell Avenue which overlooked a body of water called Biscayne Bay. The Miami weather pattern traveled at a speed of seven miles per hour winds with eighty-eight percent moisture humidity with a one percent chance of rain within the eighty-one degrees of Fahrenheit temperatures. The sky clouds were a royal purple tint and the sand was golden colored in front of the placid ocean waves of pale green. The conference room was located on the seventy-eight floor of the newly re-constructed Miami Genetics Science Center building inside the penthouse suite.

The Miami Genetics Science Center included seventy-eight floors which consisted of numerous administrative offices, numerous science laboratories, and a six-story auditorium high on the first level ground floor.

Armus entered into the conference room and dropped open a mouth with a gasp slowly strolling towards the solid wall of glass that gleamed from the ceiling down to the tile floor which overlooked the pale green ocean waters of Biscayne Bay. “Wow! I love it here in Miami. I wanna stay and play forever here. Look at the panoramic sky view of that pale green water and pretty tan colored sandy islands. A skyline of baby blue sky and miles of deeper blue oceans looks beautiful against some black tinted nasty looking rain clouds in the far, far distance and across a set of rouge wild waves which is definitely rain within the afternoon. Now the weather here is beautiful and hot. Yay! I can take a few rain showers and thunder booms for an hour or so,” he reached out and tapped on the thick window with a chuckle and a nod. “Yup! The solid wall of long and wide windows is bullet proof, hurricane wind proof, and radiation sun proof. My unborn daughter Alele and I will love it here, once I get her safely away from that woman,” sneering. The mobile telephone sounded with a ding with a text message. He pulled it out from the Core-All laboratory coat, looking down with a stern face, reading the new message.

Armus had talked and texted with the family lawyer yesterday afternoon inside the airport terminal, sitting on the airplane, and standing inside his hotel room, explaining the seriousness of the situation. Cassium had violently punctured her own biological body while trying to bleed and find the DNA specimen of Alele coming from the baby’s fluid and blood proteins within the mother’s womb.

He grinned down at the delightful text message. The lawyer, this moment, was meeting with one of the district judges in Birmingham. When Armus returned back home to Birmingham this afternoon, he would hold a piece of paper and then remove Alele away from Cassium’s purchased antebellum mansion or inside the hospital private room, if Cassium had dropped the child, this morning.

Inside the open archway, the President of the United States (POTUS) was a tall and plump male with a tint of pale skin and a head of cropped gray hair, standing inside the archway with a golf club over a collar bone. He wore a knit shirt and a pair of khaki trousers with a nod and a smile. “Ah, Miami! A nature forest of beauty plus folks ram you off the road side just to get home a minute faster. Let’s wrap up our agenda and then play at least one round of golf, before that hurricane hits this afternoon. I understand the low hanging clouds have finally quit raining for a few hours today. And I wanna be on the airplane back home late afternoon. Everyone sit down please!” He led a team of causal dressed military and presidential cabinet members towards the square shaped long conference table with a smile and stopped, sitting at the head of the square, dropping and bouncing the golf club on top of the carpet with a nod to each scientist. “What is our current status, scientists of the USA?”

The US military general was a tall and large male with a head of gray hair, a tint of dark colored skin, elderly, wearing a set of green and brown military clothes plus a pair of shiny military brown tinted boots, sitting on the right chair of the POTUS, nodding to the nose profile of the POTUS. “Sir, I have received an urgent single mobile telephone text message from our non-friendlies of Cuba.”

Ms. VP was seated on the left chair of the POTUS and reached over, dinging a tiny triangle musical instrument with a tiny hammer for her amusement and his annoyance, flinging a free hand into the air with a smile. “Toss the text into the hurricane winds,” giggling.

The general looked down with a stern face and read out loud from the tiny screen of the mobile telephone. “They have reported a strong odor of sour acid fifteen miles east of Havana, off the Matanzas Bay, before dawn on yesterday. The Cubans wanna know, if Miami is burning to the ground,” he looked up and chuckled with the other scientists.

A tall male sat beside the general with a nod and a smile. “I am oceanographer. And I can tell you that 250,000 tons of molten sulphur inside that churning royal blue whirlpool which is right off this building inside the rouge waters of Biscayne Bay heats to 275 degrees Fahrenheit and then blows up into a yellow poof of smoke, sir.”

The general turned to see each scientist with a nod and a stern face. “Welcome everyone to the sunshine state of Florida and the metro city of Miami! And it is not raining or hailing or lightning across the blue skies yet. The weather forecast is clear skies but rouge seas, if you turn to view our wall of glass windows on the seventy-eight floor of this building. You can call me, General. I represent our entire US military division with both professional and academic training of air, sea, and land activities. Each one of your proper names and your professional titles are not important here at the moment. Each one of you is unique to this science meeting in your particular field of science studies. Each one of you has slapped a sticky small piece of paper onto your business jacket that displays your new name title, such like, a geologist, a chemist, a biologist, and so-so. During our meeting, we will not use a proper or professional name. We don’t have time for introductions to the serious obvious phenomena developing outside this building here in Miami. This building is the new headquarters of the Genetics Science Center here in Florida. It is a state of the art marvel with the latest and greatest scientific laboratories, computers, equipment, machines, devices, and support personnel which is located in space below the penthouse suite. The bottom floor is both an operation theater and dissecting pit which can be used on an aquatic mammal like a single humpback whale, the largest animal in the world. We have a food and a beverage refreshment table downstairs on the next level, where you can meet and greet your fellow scientists for a few brief moments. We ask that you bring only one beverage into the conference room for our cold-wash meeting. The bathrooms are down the hallway on your right side of the wall. The left side of the wall is seriously restricted with serious firearms for my security reason and purpose only. Our meeting will begin right now. However, I must warn everyone inside this room, our meeting will continue until that thing boiling and brewing outside these pretty glass windows has been either destroyed or terminated by gun force or an ink pen.” he pointed with a nod to the first scientist beside Ms. VP. “Please state your field of science, not your proper name! We do not have the time for a formal or informal introduction here. We are under an extreme high alert emergency for saving the souls and sands of Miami from something.”

A tall female continued to sit and nodded to each scientist. “I am a sociologist, the study of society.”

A short female nodded to each scientist. “I’m an atmologist, the science of aqueous vapour.”

Armus turned and examined each big or tall, male or female scientist, who was dressed in a knit shirt and a pair of khaki clothing while whispering for his ears only. “The scientists are not in alphabetic order either,” softly chuckling.

The next scientist, a short male nodded to each scientist. “I am an anthropologist. This is the study of human cultures.”

Armus stared at the anthropologist with a grin and a whisper for his ears only. “Too bad, no germ cultures here for study either. I could be more valuable.”

The next scientist, a tall male nodded to each scientist. “I am a chorologist. I study the science of the geographic description of anything.”

Mr. POTUSA frowned at the nose profile of chorologist. “Could you please provide an example of your chorology science studies?”

The chorologist turned and grinned to the president. “The Earth twirls like my daughter’s baton around and around, so do the wind currents of land tornado and…”

“Understood!” Mr. POTUSA nodded with a smile. “The next scientist in line around the table, introduce your person and field of study please.”

A short female nodded to each scientist. “I am a chemist, the study of properties of substances.”

A tall female nodded to each scientist. “I am a biologist, the study of life.”

A short female grinned to each scientist. “I am an ecologist. I study the environment.”

A tall male smiled to each scientist. “Exobiologist, the study of extraterrestrial life.”

Armus leaned over with a grin and a whisper into the nose profile of the female scientist next to his elbow. “Is there a pissology science?”

She looked down and tapped on the tiny screen of the mobile telephone while whispering back with a smile to Armus. “There is the piscatologist, the studies of fishes.”

Armus looked down and typed on the mobile telephone for fun information with a chuckle. “Close enough!”

The next scientist around the table, a short male nodded to each scientist. “I study the sea tides. I am a tidologist.”

Armus studied the screen of the phone with a smile and a whisper for his ears only, “Acarology, the study of mites.”

A tall male nodded to each scientist. “I am a petrologisty, the study of rocks.”

A short female grinned to each scientist. “I am a catacoustics, the science of echoes or reflected sounds.”

Armus whispered with a chuckle for his ears only. “Arctophily, the study of teddy bears,” then he laughed out loud as the female scientist leaned over and firmly elbowed his body for quiet.

A short female nodded to each scientist. “I am a mineralogist, the earth minerals.”

A short male nodded to each scientist. “I am an astacologist, the science of crayfish.”

Armus turned with a grin to see astacologist. “You’re located inside the wrong US State, buddy. There are only hard red colored shelled eating crabs that live here, not the butthole kind either,” laughing.

A tall male nodded to each scientist. “I am a climatologist, study of climate.”

Armus looked down to see the information on the tiny screen of the mobile telephone with a whisper for his ears only. “Coprology, the study of pornography,” then he laughed out loud. “O rats! I missed my academic calling. I wonder what US university campus offers that fine co-ed study hall,” he continued to scan and chuckle while reading the electronic listing on the mobile telephone with amusement.

A short female nodded to each scientist. “I am a chaologist, the study of chaos theory.”

A short female nodded to each scientist. “Orologist, I study mountains.”

A tall male said to each scientist. “I am a cetologist, study of whales and dolphins.”

Armus continued to read each field of science studies on the screen from the mobile telephone whispering with a grin for his ears only. “Demology is the study of human behavior. Demonology is the study of demons. What’s up, man? The words are separated by two letters of N and O or no. No way, dude!” He continued to type and grin down at the screen of the phone while listening to each boring introduction of a more boring scientist. He had been drafted by slick Slivin and then approved by bossy Gesler to travel for a presidential science meeting here in Miami during a battle of both hurricane winds and tornado rains. Lucky! When he landed last night both the rains and winds had ceased, creating a beautiful morning within hot sizzling daylight hours of South Florida.

A short male said to each scientist. “I am a geologist, the study of the earth’s crust.”

Armus continued to play and softly chuckle on the screen of the phone while whispering for his ears only. “There’s an eccrinology, the study of excretion.”

A tall buzz cut hair styled male with a dark skin stood upright from the chair with a sneer at each scientist. “I am volcanologist, the study of volcanoes and a valuable member of this US presidential science team. And I do not want to hear the utter of one silly syllable about one single cheesy cartoon character coming from a make-believe Hollywood fake television program. Thank you!” he sat back down still sneering.

A short female said to each scientist. “I am an ichthyologist, study of fish.”

Armus continued to read and softly chuckle at the screen on the phone. “A garbologist, he studies gorgeous gar-barge,” sniggering for fun.

A tall male nodded to each scientist. “I am a plutologist, the study of wealth of the economy.”

Armus looked up with a smile to see the plutologist. “I thought all of you lived on the other side of the Pluto Ice Belt.”

A short male said to each scientist. “I am a cosmetologist, the study of comets.”

Armus pointed to the cosmetologist with a chuckle. “He’s a comedian. Welcome to Miami, sir! There once was a…”

A tall female said to each scientist. “I am a thermologist, the study of heat.”

Armus looked down with a smile to read more information on the tiny screen of the phone, “Gastronomy, the study of fine dining inside a diner,” chuckling.

A tall male nodded to each scientist. “I am an archaeologist; the study of human material remains.”

Armus continued to read the screen and whisper for his ears only. “Autology, the scientific study of oneself.”

A short male said to each scientist. “I am a seismologist, the study of earthquakes.”

Armus frowned down at the electronic listing on the screen of the mobile telephone and looked up with a smile to see each scientist. “A futurologist is a person, who studies the future. I think the clueless science meeting needs one present here, right now, at the moment.”

The short female said to each scientist. “I’m a physicist. I study the properties of matter and energy.” Silence invaded the room.

The female scientist turned with a grin and firmly elbowed Armus. He shouted out loud with a smile and a chuckle. “I’m a tertologist. I fight off monsters, freaks, and abnormal growths of skulls or malformations of skin tissues.”

The POTUSA turned with a sour frown to see Armus. “I beg your pardon, scientist.”

Armus turned and winked at the POTUSA. “You’re listening. I’m impressed. I’m a geneticist.”

The POTUSA chuckled with a nod, “O. It is the same thing. Huh!” Armus frowned at the president.

At the conference table, the next scientist, a tall male laughed out loud to each scientist, “Kymatology, the study of wave motion.” Silence lingered in the room.

Armus looked around the table to see each scientist while lifting a palm into the air with a smile. “I gotta question, ya’ll. Where is the ufologist, the study of alien spacecraft.”

The conference room door open. A tall male dashed through the open archway with a huff. “I am here. I am the ufologist. I am so sorry. Miami traffic is the bong,” he moved ahead and grabbed an empty chair at the end of the table while some of the scientists laughed with Armus.

The military general nodded. “The introductions are finished and the ufologist is here,” he pointed to the scientist across from his seat. “Now, I present one of the leading scientists on our newly created presidential science team, Mr. Oceanographer.”

The oceanographer stood upright from the chair with a smile and pointing towards a gigantic television screen on the opposite side of the wall of windows. “Good morning to all! Thank you for the extra, extra large gigantic colored television plasma too! I am the oceanographer here on the presidential science team. Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to uncover the mysterious of the Bermuda Triangle or the swiftly renamed proper initials ‘BT’ by the US Federal Government. Since, I promise whole-heartedly that BT will be referenced too many times here in today’s morning meeting. This is a roundtable discussion. I, including my oceanographer co-workers and collages, don’t know what the heck is happening outside the squeaky clean glass windows right behind this building. This is one reason for the location of our urgent presidential approved science meeting. A round table is an open forum for ideas, problems, and issues of our current problem. I will start the discussion and then any other scientist can pick up the discussion thread with your own thoughts, opinions, ideas, or solutions. Bermuda Triangle or BT has been a mysterious, since the sailing days and recorded journeys of Captain Christopher Columbus from the country of Portugal.”

The tidologist said. “Since a single man or woman has stroked the first paddle of a canoe, there have been millions of unrecorded and recorded deaths of both ships and sailors at sea.”

The thermologist said. “All the disappearance of ships and planes were located in the southeastern corner of the BT, where many strange things occur more frequently than the other open waters of the 1.5 millions of miles of ocean seas. I am describing arrays of big rouge waves, glowing strange green tinted fog, and magnetic electrical storms of heated lightning bolts, and other such-like phenomena coming from sailors, pilots, boaters, military types, and recorded journals of past sailors of yesteryears. This is nothing new or interesting but more of the odd and strange occurrences, which have shifted more towards the US coastline for some reason. And the vile media types have picked up the alerting weather newscast pods while bleeding the greedy advertisers for more money. This is all. Thank you!”

The military general frowned. “There is another mysterious spot within the world’s ocean waters. The Dragon Triangle is off the coast of Japan, where numerous shipping vessel disappearances have occurred similar to the Bermuda Triangle for centuries too. It does not lie over a crustal fault line either like most scientists once thought. Most sailing ships disappear within the Dragon Triangle due mostly to seismic earthquake activity, causing numerous short riding giant rouge waves. So back to our issue today! The BT likes to take ships and planes into a thick fog of an electrical thunderstorm.”

The oceanographer said. “See the new pic on the plasma? The invisible boundary of the Florida Straits is located right off the side of this tall building at about 5,000 feet deep down into the ocean floor. Between the deep water and the black clouds out in the ocean, there is Biscayne Bay and hundreds of golden shiny sandbars. The scattered group of sandbars protects this building and the entire shoreline against any type of high water surge coming from the Atlantic Ocean. The ocean current of the Gulf Stream is so strong that it carries either a whole piece or parts of a shipwrecked boat or sinking and broken ships directly out into the cold Atlantic Ocean waters, six miles and more out from the peninsula of Florida.”

The ichthyologist said. “The Bahamas Islands, including Nassau, are completely flooded right now and underwater since the month of February. The Turks and Caicos Islands are flooded too. The once beautiful island landscapes are all drowned down and now part of the Atlantic Ocean. I had seen on the television news pod that the landmass had sunken down into the ocean. Now, the landmass is emerging with a series of popping and floating tan colored sandbars. What are we going to do about this climate change phenomena, Mr. President?”

The military general turned and pointed to the three sitting military pilots within the wall corner. Each pilots stood upright at attention with a stern face. The general turned and nodded to each scientist. “Allow me to describe the current BT waters currently! The sea floor is producing a gas that causes all the electronic airplane and warship instrumentation controls to malfunction. The airplane becomes disoriented and such.” He turned with a nod to the first pilot. “Go ahead and tell the president, son!”

The first pilot moved forward and stopped with a nod and a stern face to each scientist. “Sir, I was disoriented. I found that I was flying through a yellow lightning storm. I didn’t get hit by a single lightning bolt either. Then I flew into a green tinted hollow tunnel, where the inner compartment was decorated in a blackish-green colored set of outer space of fluffy clouds without a peek of yellow sunlight which normally comes from the reflection of silver-tinted metal of my fighter jet.”

The second pilot moved ahead and stopped beside the first pilot with a nod and a stern face to see each scientist. “Yes, I followed him into the green tinted hollow tunnel also with the blackish-green fluffy clouds too. I felt weird like there wasn’t any gravity around my flying jet fighter. My jet was falling and then rising and then falling and then rising against some type of hurricane draft winds. Then I followed my pilot buddy out into the bright yellow sunlight again. I was really glad to see the sun and the tall skyscrapers buildings of Miami, Florida.”

The third pilot moved ahead and stopped beside the second pilot with a nod and a stern face to see each scientist. “I experienced the same dang thing, sir. When I followed my captain, I was flying west toward the city of Miami within the US State of Florida, where I was supposed to be flying east toward the landmass of the Bermuda Isles as part of my flying assignment.” The scientists gasped with alarm. The pilot turned with a nod to see his fellow pilots and looked back to see each scientist. “We entered the green tinted hollow tunnel flying due east and then came out flying due west, sir. On my jet, the console instruments confirmed a westerly direction also. The Miami flight air traffic controller confirmed the jets were flying in a westerly direction also. The flight captain confirmed a westerly direction. And I confirmed a westerly direction.”

“The gods are with us. Ahem! Or Amen! Or Amun! Ain’t he the one that was the god of the sun during the live and active Egyptian worshipping phase within our Ancient World History classes?” Armus swayed side to side with a smile and a snigger inside the oversized leather chair while enjoying the great fresh seafood plate of food, the nice hot Miami weather, an awesome skyline ocean view, and the funny fairy tales. He sipped and swallowed the hot coffee trying to stay awake from the silly alien banter. He wondered if he could find a silly alien job here in Miami and work for the sillier US Federal Government as his current love relationship was going to jail or worse to live back with her set of biological parents in the city of Huntsville within the US State of Alabama. Moving down south away from Cassium, the new location of Miami would be a perfect solution for raising his only child both happy and healthy.

The military general shook a buzz cut with a sour frown and a sour tone. “You would have had to be traveling more than 1,200 miles per hour while performing an illegal and dangerous looping maneuver inside an eighteen-million-dollar jet fighter to face west instead of flying in the easterly direction, son. This is all hog wash,” sneering.

The chorologist grinned. “Dark energy, methinks!”

The cosmetology smiled, “Or it could be the bending of space and time here on the planet.”

“Are you a sci-fi fan too?” The chorologist turned with a smile to see the cosmetology.

“Yes sir!” The cosmetologist reached over and fist bumped with a laugh with the other scientist.

The ecologist smiled. “It was an ocean hurricane. Therefore, the waters over the ocean swirls, whirls, and dances like a troop of pretty ballerinas. Then, you have the vortex. I like that word, vortex. The air goes around and around. The BT has more air going around and around and around, thus more super cell thunderstorms, more rouge tidal waves, and more tropical hurricane storms there inside the BT triangle.”

The astacologist smiled. “Inside the BT, a reoccurring astronomical celestial event every day and night, since the creation of planet Earth by Almighty God. We should ask Almighty God about this one,” chuckling.

The climatologist nodded. “The moonquakes started on the twentieth day in the month of July and then awaken up the Earth’s crust, which in turn awaken up the ocean floor. Now, the sea floor is rising to meet and greet us, earthlings particularly along the southern coastline of the USA.”

The tidologist grinned. “A series of rouge waves suck the water up from their neighboring ocean currents and then start to grow bigger and unfriendly. They drown and die everyone and everything, Mr. President.”

The ufologist smiled. “Planet Earth is not reversing its rotation. That action is impossible, ya’ll.”

The seismologist grinned. “The rotation spinning and the magnetic polarity of Earth does not change. A magnetic reversal does occur every 400,000 years on average and then it doesn’t disturb my sleep or yours or the cavemen’s slumber, since the Jurassic dino era. We are dealing with nonsense and pookie dog wet puddles and moo cow heated patties.”

The thermologist said. “The BT is not a location on any map or in any ocean. It is a section of invisible lines at ninety degree angles underneath the ocean water. Now, the ocean water is boiling and churning with a set of underwater volcanic activity. An ocean uplifting on the portion of the Mid Atlantic ridge, including the Lyonese Plateau with a set of clear underwater images that show steadily rising volcanoes, since the twentieth day in the month of July, sir. The peaceful volcanoes were once covered in dark shadows of light sand. Now, the volcanoes are covered in bright red fires and blue flames.”

The oceanographer continued to stand and pointed with a stern face at the wall television plasma. “Look here on the television screen! This is a real live satellite signal feed which bouncing up from the BT waters and into outer space and then back down through the satellite on top of this building. The scene playing on the television screen displays burning pinkish red volcanoes, splitting tan colored sandy earth, and the raising deep blue waters.”

The POTUSA pointed with a worried brow at the television screen. “Whose fault is this? Excuse the pun!”

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a nod and a smile, flipping a hand into the air, “It is the group of ocean environmentists who at fault, of course.”

“Is the Bible Flood repeating itself?” The POTUSA stared with a sour frown at the television plasma.

The military general exhaled. “No sir! The creationists believed in the actual event of the flood.”

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a puzzled frown. “Will a set of objects, such like, gold or silver jewelry, bowls, bronze axes, alabaster drinking cup, or ceramics pottery dishes be broking the water surface next?”

The military general exhaled. “No ma’am!”

It’s God.”

An alien landing pad.”

A pair of electronic field gates.”

Mother Nature is pissed.”

God’s pissed.”

God’s calling card.”

Satan’s hell, we finally found it.”

UFO awakens.”

Godzilla’s home base under the ocean, ya’ll.”

The flying turtle’s home base above the ocean, ya’ll.”

Turtles live on land, idiot.”

Bigfoot’s vacation home spot.”

Greek gods.”

Satan’s demons.”

Sea monsters.”

Solar sun flares.”

My cell phone works. See!”

Nessy’s swimming pool.”

A whirlpool.”

Call the repairman.”

The chemist frowned. “We don’t know why in the hell the Atlantic Ocean water is boiling like a teapot of hot water.”

The petrologist said. “Maybe, the Bible hell space is forming and coming up from the ocean floor and landing on top of the water surface. See? My Sunday school bible classes were correct all along.”

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a sour frown at the POTUSA. “Heavens knows a family unit of nasty demons live here and inside the White House, too boot.”

The exo-biologist nodded. “Most folks associate the Bermuda Triangle with missing people, planes, and pilots of ships. It was coined in the year 1964 in a US magazine coming from an article of the continuous mysterious and unexplained disappearances of planes, ships, and people.”

The catacoustics asked. “Are you saying that the missing and presumed dead folks are going to flow up and bob up and down on top of the ocean surface, contaminating all the sea water with fragment of broken bones and red blood proteins? And then all the aquatic life will die along with people of Earth. No! I think not. That’s impossible, sir.”

The anthropologist said. “The BT is located off the eastern seaboard of the USA, within the western part of the Atlantic Ocean. At the end of the Ice Age, sea levels were 400 feet lower than present day levels. The water rose covering both the landmass and buildings…”

The archaeologist sneered. “Are we quoting Plato now and here today during a science meeting in front of the president?”

The anthropologist smiled with a nod. “Smart Greek Plato seems to have gotten it right, after all. A watery grave of drowned ancient buildings and ancient bones and nothing else more, ya’ll.”

The tidologist said. “No, this is different. During the flooding, the uplifted portions on the Mid Atlantic Ridge subsided creating the home ocean islands and landmass around the Azores Islands.”

The anthropologist said. “The story of the Atlantis starts in 355 BC with the Greek philosopher Plato. Inside the book of Plato, the narrator Solon tells the tale of a powerful empire in the geographical west, on a single island within the Atlantic Ocean. The land was divided into three sections. There were two butt cracks that helped to separate the three distinct sections. Then, the Bible Flood and all colorful vicious fires and earthquakes separated the gigantic landmass into the present day seven different and far way continents. The capital city of Atlantis was a marvel of architecture and engineering which was composed of concentric walls and canals. There were circular footprints of towers going as high as 150 feet around the island for an individual looker outpost to protect each Atlantian from an evil invader. Then, about 5,000 years ago, a violent earthquake shook the one-land and a series of giant rouge waves rolled over the entire beach shorelines. The Atlantic island sank down into the sea never to be seen again.”

The physicist said. “The city was built from wood and then each rouge wave washed it away like the rest of the world including all the animals, the plants, the people coming directly from Almighty God’s wrath. Don’t ya’ll morons read the Holy Bible stories?”

Cutny sat on the end of the table and flung both arms into the air with a shout out. “Let us use a more accurate source coming from The Holy Bible! The present day human DNA comes exclusively from the dead man who is Noah. His DNA pure gene is inside each, every, any, and all of us, humans which does not differ one tiny bit across all the world populations of races, sexes, and stupidoes. A farmer within the farm country of Scotland contains 95 percent of a gene similarity to a hunter within the jungle country of Africa. Scientists have researched that .01 percent of the genes account for only the total appearance of hair color, skin color of a human, where each facial trait comes directly from mama, and daddy, and grandma. We are all mini-gene-mutations. Humans are all genetically homogeneous, where the same gene came from Noah. Thank you all for listening to me today!”

“Who let in a fake geneticist for attendance into the real science meeting? I’m the true geneticist here, pal,” Armus turned with a frown and jabbed a finger at Cutny.

The oceanographer slammed a hand against the television screen with a shout out among the chit-chatty scientists. “This satellite imagery identifies the hot spot with the entire Bermuda Triangle ocean waters which stretches between the three geographical points of metro city Miami, the scattered islands of Bermuda, and the landmass of Puerto Rico. This isn’t a damaged area, in fact, it is the total opposite. This is why no one has ever discovered it. There are no dark deep pits for hiding out some type of aquatic sea monster which will come up and eat us for a Halloween boo début. The water isn’t shallow but deep. The sands aren’t smooth but rough. The calm and mellow sandy ocean hills of green seaweed had turned and blazed into mountains of sizzling orange heat which are swiftly converting into pillars of pink flaming fire.”

The archeologist turned with a smile to see the anthropologist, “And I thought each Hollywood movie made us famous. That chatty oceanographer likes his drama too.”

The astacologist asked. “There is not a fire underneath the ocean water. It is water. Fire and water did not mix, if I recall from my chemistry class in high school.”

The seismologist said. “The fire is a solid form of hot lava coming from each active and pumping underground volcano. The water volcano is coming from a series of mild but frequent shakes of earth crust at 6.0 magnitude of thrust or shake or quake. The latest electronic report coming from the US Earthquake Center within the US State of Colorado indicates thirteen times the normal activity here within the USA.”

The military general nodded with a stern face. “If this is a new landmass, then we should stake our US claim first, before all the Europeans or all the Asians or the Middle Eastern folks do it first, Mr. President.”

“We will.” Ms. VP reached out and dinged the triangle with a smile and a nod to the POTUSA.

“We have.” Mr. POTUSA grinned with a nod to the military general.

The conference door opened. A new military solider entered into the room and then stopped, kneeling beside the nose profile of Ms. VP with a set of secret whispered words. She nodded with a smile and stood upright from the chair, r reaching down and snatched up the musical triangle with a giggle, following behind the military solider and exited from the conference room in silence. The door closed.

Cutny continued to fling both short arms into the air with a sneer to each scientist. “This is not worth proclaiming here for any nation or any person or any pirate. It is a set of hot pink magma of igneous rock that burns the human flesh. It will disappear back down into the ocean waters like the 1967 Tonga Island did within two months, Mr. President.”

The geologist asked. “What about the other numerous and recorded earthquake activity along the other coastal shorelines of the world within on the continents of Europe, Asia, Indian, and Japan?”

The seismologist shook a skull. “That particular earthquake activity is not frequent enough within the continents of Europe, Asia, Indian, and Jape. The earth outer surface is divided into plates. Each plate dances with sea floor and then spreads out creating an earthquake belt of crustal movement and continental drifts, sir. The plate tectonics break away from each other or they slam together and then merge. Mr. Oceanographer, please place my electronic slide presentation upon the television plasma! I want all the scientists to see my hard work too,” he snapped the finger with a stern face at the oceanographer.

The chorologist smiled. “The age of the sea floor in the area of the Bermuda Triangle is 190 million years old, an old girl. So, it is her time to morph into a new child,” chuckling.

The orologist nodded. “The plate tectonics renew the landscape or destroy the landscape, all the time, since the beginning of time. This is like your individual set of hair follicles falling out and spouting a set of new baby strands of tiny locks. Humans, animals, plants, insects, air, water, and land all grow up and then die and then become reborn. This is happening inside the BT, a rebirth of the landmass. The underwater volcanoes are forcing the old hard ancient thick sand floor coming up from the bottom of the ocean floor. Then, the pretty pink fire and the red hot lava will dry forming a new landmass, ya’ll. This particular geological and historical event has not happened, since the Triassic era which was 200 million ages ago, when the North American continent begin to separate from the African continent. I have provided your answer, Mr. President. Can I tour your airplane today?”

The cetologist giggled. “So, it is true. History does repeat herself.”

The biologist sneered. “This is not World History. This is Mother Nature, sir.”

The exobiologist asked. “Are there any sunken reddish rusty bucket green coated algae ships surfacing too among the pretty pink fire and red hot lava, mama?” he winked at the orologist. She smiled with a wink back at him.

The catacoustics asked. “What is that yellow looking substance on top of the blue tinted water? It looks very pretty.”

The tidologist said. “It is tan colored sand. Tons and tons of millions and millions of sand grains are coming directly up from the deep ocean floor rising like a pan of my mama’s buttermilk biscuits up towards the top of the water and staying there, sir.”

The seismologist said. “The BT is an area of open ocean waters that lies within the geographical points of the islands of the Bermuda, the city of Miami, and the island of Puerto Rico. The BT is also one of the twelve energy vortexes. Deep down within the planet, the outer core is liquid iron and nickel which creates our magnetic field. The liquefied iron and nickel minerals travel up through the mantel core and along earth’s crust, where it is distributed over the twelve different geographical energy vortexes. The Bermuda Triangle is one of them. The Dragon Triangle is another one. And the energy vortex on the North Pole, the compass of a sailor will always point towards the magnetic north. There is also the South Pole…”

The petrologist asked. “Where is the black fog of death inside the BT that I have heard so much, about?”

The atmologist smiled. “It is methane gas on the color pin wheel with greenish tint. There are caverns or crevasses that hold massive amounts of methane depositories. Any shift within planet’s rotation with burp out a pocket or two of the green colored methane gas coming up from the ocean floor and then rise up onto the water surface in the formation of bigger rouge waves. If a tiny sail boat or a great big warship drifts into a single pocket of methane green tinted air, then the surrounding rouge ocean waters will crash down and crush each man-made sea craft and all the brave sailors. An airplane or a fighter jet experiences gauge and electronic equipment failure due to a magnetic energy source which is released within the methane gas fumes which leads down to a sea crash and then the death of both the aircraft and all the live bodies. The Bermuda Triangle omits high frequency electromagnetic pulses all the time causing death and destruction. So, don’t go into the BT! And I would leave this phenomenon alone. It will dissipate in another week or so, Mr. President.”

The volcanologist said. “The lava is drying into numerous igneous rock beds which are also highly active with radioactive minerals like uranium and thorium. This means, the new landmass cannot be inhibited by a man or a woman or a mammal, only by a mineral of ‘ium’ without dying of radiation poisoning, Mr. President,” he chuckled at the silly joke.

The plutologist shook a skull with a laugh. “O. I guess there will be no 51st State of the USA today. The newly formed landmass will be about 500 feet away from this building structure by the time the heavy rains, the high winds, and the deadly gas fumes stop boiling, bubbling, and churning over the waters of Biscayne Bay. Where are the sea life mammals?”

The cetology smiled. “The sea life mammals and fishes are far, far away from here by now. They are the smart of the two species on planet Earth,” laughing.

The ufologist chuckled. “Sea and land creatures are always smarter than a man or a woman.”

The mineralogist smiled. “Actually, the United States has lost the 51st territory of Puerto Rico and the 52nd territory of the Virgin Islands coming from the massive tidal waves that have drowned down all the people, the plants, the flowers, the animals, and the entire landmass.”

The sociologist asked. “Are all these little baby animals dead on the island of Puerto Rico, general?”

The military general shook a buzz cut with a stern face. “No ma’am! We started a massive evacuation, when the world scientists realized that the ocean was flooding again with a series of water spouts and the hurricane winds that were occurring more frequently. Then, when the landmass started getting hot-footed and ground-heated coming from a series of volcanoes under the ocean floor, we flew in a fleet of large aircraft and tons of military and medical personnel to move each living creature from no legs to multiple legs and brought them all here to the US.”

The sociologist asked. “Where is the landscape of the new Puerto Rico landmass located, general?”

“The new Puerto Rico is located within the empty desert dirt of New Mexico,” the military general chuckled.

The tidologist smiled with a nod. “The landmass of the Hawaii islands had been formed coming upward from a series of underground volcanic lava pits that shot up into the air and then landed down on top of the water drying into a landmass of islands. Do you get it? A mess of island,” chuckling.

Cutny continued to sit at the end of the square table and flung both short arms into the air with a sneer to each scientist. “An underground mountain fires into a volcano and then the water boils and then spits out streams of red tinted hot lava into the air for show, folks. The red lava spreads and then cools forms into a blue colored landmass. The blue colored landmass lives for less than sixty days like in the year 1967. In the year 1967, the Tonga Island rose up from yellow tinted fire and the red hue ashes. Then, after fifty-eight days of life, the Tonga Island sunk right back down into the depths of the ocean forever more. There are numerous examples and explanations of disappearing tiny ocean islands. The Falcon Island in the year 1913 in the Pacific Ocean disappeared and then suddenly reappeared within the year 1927 coming from a violent ejection of both yellow fire and red lava of an underground ocean volcano. It blows off its head…”

The kymatologist chuckled, “It performed a blow job, ya’ll.”

The oceanographer laughed. “This is not a recurring phenomenon on planet Earth, Mr. President. Do not be fooled, sir! Mother Nature is creating a new landmass for someone’s pleasure and appeal, which happens to be at the front door step of Miami, the back door patio of Puerto Rico, and the shitty outhouse of Bermuda. The landmass will be approximately twice the size of the US State of Texas. This is happening within the Atlantic Ocean, because there is active chain of volcanoes, within the Fayal, Cape Verde Islands, Pelee, and La Soufriere island seas. All the volcanoes are being monitored and all are active, sir. This is a new volcano churning water and pink lava off the coast of Florida too. Actually, it is right out this wall of very clean glass of windows.” Some of the scientists stood upright from the chair and spin around, shuffling towards the wall of glass to see the ocean activity.

The oceanographer continued with a nod. “Most volcanic eruptions are associated with earthquakes. There have been a series of moon quakes and land quakes and earth quakes coming from the northern Daytona Beach shorelines down to the southern crop fields of Homestead within the US State of Florida. There has been a new record of seismic activity from each new earthquake along the entire Florida seaboard for the first time within world history, sir. There was not any type of active zone of earthquake activity here on Florida seacoast ever like this. On the twentieth day in the month of July, there was a swarm of eighteen volcanic tremors. Before that time, there had been no reported earthquakes within the southern land-locked cities of Memphis, Huntsville, and Birmingham. And there have been reported massive migrating pods of whales, dolphins, killer whales, and schools of fish that are leaving and swimming away from the cooling lava outpour, within the BT seawater invisible triangle with tri-points at Miami, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda.

“Let us start at the bottom of our home, planet Earth. The mantel is hot rock and then cold mantle underneath a layer of igneous rock. The igneous rock has been formed millions of years ago from active then and now a set of inactive volcanoes. Above the igneous rock, there is metamorphic rock. Metamorphic rock is the original rock that morphed into a new formation coming from earth’s pressurized heat and chemical active fluids beneath the surface. Sedimentary rock is transported minerals coming from gravity, wind, water, or ice. Igneous rock is fire magma from lava. This is being formed underneath the ocean water inside the BT. Right now, ladies and gentlemen, this is a repeat of the 1976 Guatemala quake, where the American continental plate shifted westward towards the Caribbean continental plate. The continental plate movement usually averages four inches-per-year which has been building up to some type of enormous stress over thousands and thousands and thousands of years…”

Cutny stood upright, not tall, with a shout out and jabbed a fat finger at the wall of glass with a sneer. “This is an example of the lack of understanding on the principle of velocity of wind current oceans inside the BT. The axis point surges north at six knots and then it collides. Boom! A strong northeast wind and a southeast wind form a northwest rouge massive wave of destruction on planes, boats, trains, bodies, pilots, sailors…”

 

 

9:01 a.m.

Miami Genetics Science Center

The Pit (ground floor)

Research arena setting

 

 

The Pit was designed like an auditorium with rows of curved bench seating, mounted television plasma screens, and a set of embedded metal surgical carts for dissecting any interesting species before the eyeballs of a group of observing curious scientists. The Pit was divided by a wall of solid see-through glass to observe the medical operation and protect the observers during the bloody and sticky operation.

Fifteen airborne rich black tinted television cameras hang down from the pink tinted granite cathedral ceiling inside the Pit while recording the medical event for the entire world, if need be. The 100,000 seats within the auditorium space had been slightly modified for the protection of both the Vice President of the United States (Ms. VP) and the solo world renowned scientist.

Currently, the solo scientist stood alone inside the Pit.

The auditorium space consisted of orange tinted granite rows of seating that extended high into the air waves barely missing the pink tinted ceiling and stood behind a sheet of clear glass coming down from ceiling towards a yellow tinted ground floor. Each person stood upright from the seat and shouted within the auditorium without a peep of sound coming through the glass wall.

The audio controller inside the Pit had been ordered not to activate any the audio equipment per the scientist. No human body or hand weapon could penetrate the glass fortress without breaking it and then becoming instantly killed by one of the posted US military soldiers. Each solider wore a set of blood crimson colored fighting gear and a stern face while patting a loaded rifle between the empty space of the side doorway.

Ms. VP entered into the room coming from a side door with a grin and a hand wave to the auditorium, where each person stood and shouted out loud behind the glass window. She moved ahead and climbed a set of hidden stairs onto an elevated platform. She wore a rose colored silk ankle-length robe over the blue tinted business suit and sat behind a granite green tinted bench, reaching out, dinging a metal tiny triangle on top of the empty surface with a nod and a smile towards the silence audience. “Let’s get started here. Who is in charge here?”

“You are, ma’am,” the assistant of Ms. VP sat inside an orange colored leather chair on the right side of the VP while swishing a coral tinted silk ankle-length robes side to side, smiling at the auditorium of people behind the glass wall only hearing the voice of Ms. VP.

The scientist moved away from the glass wall in silence and strolled towards the high bench platform, wearing an ankle-length yellow tinted robe over a gray colored business suit. The Pit did not contain any additional furniture items, such like, a chair, a table, a bench, or another scientist, only a solid wall of glass that expanded across side wall to side wall. She stopped a few feet in front of the high bench and raised a palm, slowly dropping the hand, smoothing out the robe while staring with a smirk at the high bench. “Ahem. Ms. VP, I will be leading the discussion.”

Ms. VP looked down to see the solo scientist in a yellow silk robe within the Pit floor with a sour frown. “I thought this court room was a hearing…”

“Ahem.” The solo scientist smirked at Ms. VP. “I am Dr. Willow Slivin. This is not a trial. This is not a hearing. This is a scientific discussion of facts versus fiction. This is a determination of life and death. Please wheel the subject into the Pit now!” A door slid open dropping down from the ceiling into the floor on the same wall as the high bench and Ms. VP. An upright white tinted metal flat cart rolled over the yellow tinted granite floor entering into the Pit. The auditorium was filled and overflowing with 100,000 persons with the dull lighted space as each person dropped open a mouth and jumped up and down with excitement on top of the bleacher floor, standing with a set of moving lips behind the solid glass wall, without a sound into the Pit theater.

Cassium was clamped by both wrist bones and ankle bones in a spread eagle pose and as her body stood upright against the cold white tinted flat metal. Her pair of naked feet stood on top of an elevated white tinted platform also. Her hair strands sparkled in yellow hue coming from the rows of bright overhead lamps and as her pink toned flesh heated in front of each floating television camera that was hanging down from the ceiling. And she continued to mouth spat salvia onto each female and male US military soldier pulling forward the cart. Cassium continued to miss the hair roots of each soldier while feeling both worry and frustration.

Slivin turned and pointed with a smirk at Cassium. “Ahem. I would like to present to you, Ms. VP, the audience, and the world, Cassium Piston Deme. She is our subject for discussion today. Ms. VP, she is your solo determination. Cassium…”

Cassium shouted out loud at Slivin while seeing a solid wall of glass which contained a mass of shouting and jumping people without a tweet of sound inside the Pit operating theater. “Call me, Dr. Deme or Mrs. Deme or a southern belle or a cowgirl or ma’am, witch!” The cart smoothly rolled forward and then halted at the side pose of the high bench, where the Pit appeared similar to a classical court room setting. She looked down and examined with a puzzled brow at yellow tinted granite on top of the floor. There was not a sitting chair, a long table, a stack of papers, a sitting bench, or another occupant but Slivin inside the enclosed room with Cassium for some strange reason.

Cassium looked up to see the pink tinted ceiling to see numerous black tinted television screens that silently flew around the ceiling and recorded all her body movements and her fighting words. She was strapped and tied onto the rolling cart, tilting a chin to the side to see Ms. Vice President of the United States. Ms. VP wore a rose colored cheek blush that matched the rose colored silky bathroom robes while forgetting to leave them inside her home bathroom.

This was the USA. Judges, lawyers, jury members, and vice-presidents did not dress up in a fancy neon colored robe for a court room like they were dressed for a church preaching, but this was not a church day either.

Slivin swayed back and forth in the middle of floor with a smirk at Cassium. “Ahem. Cassium is in possession of life and death, Ms. VP.”

Ms. VP looked down with a sour frown to see Slivin. “Please dispense with the formalities and titles. Please tell me! What I must determine here, Dr. Slivin?”

Slivin turned and smirked at Ms. VP. “Ahem. The cute word allele is short for allelomorph. There are sixty alleles in every human with an associated 30,000 genes within the human forty-six chromosomes. Genetics is a very complex science for some people. So, let me use an example,” she reached up and touched the forehead with a nod to Ms. VP. “My widow’s peak came from both my biological parents, because both of my parents carried the gene and then passed it down to me, a genetic inherited disorder.” She spun around and moved ahead towards the wall of glass, stopping with a stern face. She could touch the teen male on the other side of the glass. Slivin spun around and pointed at the young teen through the wall of glass to see Ms. VP and then Cassium. “Facial acne is a dominate gene from one parent, a genetic disorder. The Y-chromosome is a man. The X-chromosome is a female. What is the sex of your child, Cassium?”

“Go to hell now!” Cassium mouth spat the saliva on the floor while missing the body of Slivin. The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

“Ahem. The allele of longevity is located in chromosome…”

She exhaled with a puff and shook the curls with a sneer and a shout out to Slivin. “Tell the entire story, Slivin! Longevity is associated with cardiovascular disease which is also inherited…”

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a sour frown to the audience and then to Cassium and finally to see Slivin. “Get quiet in here! You dear, be quiet too! Go on Dr. Slivin!”

Slivin turned and strolled around the Pit floor with a smirk at the audience. “Ahem. We grow wheat-resistant grains, cow-resistant mammals, and corn-resistant food while defeating insect diseases and heat droughts and feeding people around the world. However, people around the world grow and spread out from the wheat fields, the cow pastures, and beyond the corn fields too. There are always more children, teenagers, young and mature adults, and elderly seniors, who need more. Food is a unique byproduct of trees, plants, and animal that is provided for me and you and her and him and every young tiny baby to survive on the planet. Or if I do not eat food, then I die and then leave here from planet Earth. So that concept is applied and multiplied around the world. As the population grows, we need more food for a hunger mouth and a licking tongue. As a terminal disease both grows and multiples as well, a person needs tons of new healthy genes to ward off the deadly infection. Our weather patterns change. Isn’t all of that information correct? Yes, it is correct. The water supply taints with contaminations. Our health decreases. We can’t change Mother Nature. And we can’t change the air pollution. We cannot change a human body. However, she can change you, Ms. VP,” she spun around and jabbed an unpolished fingernail at Cassium with a nod and a smirk.

Ms. VP reached out and dinged the triangle, looking down with a puzzled brow to see the hair roots of Cassium over the bench surface. “How is that possible? We can’t change the weather. We can’t change the television station without paying the vendor station for the new television program.”

Slivin dropped the arm with a stern face to see Ms. VP. “Ahem. Thank you very much for asking, Ms. VP. Half of our genes are duplicates or is duplicated every day. Otherwise, I could suddenly possess a new set of brown eyes coming from my biological daddy, instead of the blue eyes coming from my biological mama. Or I might get a new set of red hair strands coming from my biological dad’s genes, instead of the black hair strands coming from my biological mom with each new cell growth within my human body. A living cell makes a copy of a mutated gene by accident, not on purpose, during the new cell replication. The mutated gene might survive for a very brief period of time in terms of hours, days, months, years, or decades and then it could and usually does reshape itself into a new cell, thus creating a deadly cancer cell. A set of healthy genes and mutated ones duplicate at an incredible higher rate rather than die out, thus making me both older and wiser as a normal human,” she looked down with a smirk and jabbed a finger at Cassium. “She is an abnormal human. Her healthy genes split up and then duplicate the same gene pattern over and over again. Her new genes are shielded from one solo tiny mutation and then generate a set of new pink tissue while creating a set of young genes. Young genes! That is a new genetics term. So, I have created young genes, not old genes. Do you understand what I am saying, Ms. VP? I can wipe out CF, MS, eardrum deafness, and a lot of other genetic diseases coming from the human array of inherited mutated genes.”

Cassium yelled out loud and shook the curls at Slivin. “Naw, you can’t. No one can. We are humans. We carry a set of nasty germs annoyingly and sometimes a deadly virus forever. That’s why humans die. They can’t live forever, because the world would run out of fresh spring water and clean non-toxin soil for food.”

Slivin spun around with a nod to see the audience. The audience nodded back in silence to Slivin while bouncing up and down on top of the bleachers without a peek of sound coming from behind the glass wall. She swung around with a smirk to see Ms. VP. “Ahem. Viruses are bad. Diseases are bad. The two separate nouns sound bad too. When a new virus invades the body, the immune system of the body fights back, but the immune system encounters with ninety-nine percent defeatism, when the body presents with a runny nose or a sore throat or a cancer cell inside the precious body. No one can stop or cure the common cold. Blood is good. Blood is essential. The word essential sounds great also. If a pin prick of blood comes from a pool of pure genes, which is extracted from a good host, the good pure blood would integrate with the bad mean cells, which would cause a runny nose or a sore throat to ‘good-away,’” chuckling. “I mean that the good blood is not engineered or grown today, right now, at the moment. However, it is a simply process of extracting a good pure blood protein with a tiny needle today, right now, at this moment.”

Cassium shook the curls with a sneer and both tied wrist bones inside the metal clamps, not being able to shake the rest of a body. “I refuse. I’m a human being. I have rights as a human being.”

Slivin lifted an object near a smirk to Cassium. “Ahem. Are you afraid of a tiny needle, Dr. Deme?”

“And spiders and snakes,” she laughed out loud.

Slivin wiggled the needle in the air near the smirk. “Ahem. It is only chemistry of a small amount of blood.”

She kicked a naked foot towards Slivin and missed with a sneer. “My body chemistry of a small amount is my blood, buddy.”

“O right! Ahem. Your blood and my science will cure all the known genetic disorders of man-kind, woman-kind, and child-kind,” she looked up with a smirk and a nod to see Ms. VP. Ms. VP stared in silence at the tiny needle and then Slivin while hearing the arguments.

Cassium yelled out loud with a sneer, “No! Never!”

Slivin looked back with a stern face at Cassium. “Ahem. The tiny needle does not hurt. This is a painful and inexpensive procedure to your body. I am going to pin prick my finger meat, then I am going to load the single blood protein teardrop into a metal tray for the genetic analysis,” She lifted the arm that worn a wrist watch. “This is a tiny computer on my wrist bone that contains a tiny metal tray for the genetics analysis. The wrist computer will display the results of my personal blood smear on all three television screens on the side wall for the audience, Ms. VP, and Cassium,” she pressed a button on the watch as a tiny metal tray slid open to the side. The other hand contained the tiny tap needle which was meant for Cassium and leaned down towards the free hand, pricking one of the finger pads. All of her tiny blood proteins splattered into the air as a single teardrop of blood fell down and landed onto the tiny flat metal tray. She closes up the tiny tray and then pressed a series of new tiny buttons on the wrist computer with a smirk, swinging around to face the side and view one of the gigantic television screens.

The screen showed a karyotype of varied forty-six chromosomes: tall, short, bend left, bend right, all black, some black, all gray, some gray, all white, and some white. The center of the karyotype was a dull light gray.

She jabbed a bloody tap needle at the television screen with a stern face. “Ahem. This is a picture of my forty-six chromosomes, very dull and very bland. Some of the vertical lines are slanted to the left, to the right, and straight upright towards the ceiling. The hue shading inside each chromosome is different and varied, because I am a mini-gene-mutation of my parents, my grandparents, and my great grandparents. I have received genes from many, many blood related subjects. However, I am a human. Every human possesses forty-six chromosomes, 30,000 genes, and sixty alleles. The total math number is millions and millions of genetic materials like my picture which is display upon the current television screen,” she turned and winked at Cassium, looking down, tapping on the wrist computer.

The television screen changed.

Cassium stared at the television screen with a gasp of alarm. “No!”

The screen showed a karyotype of forty-six chromosomes: tall, short, bend left, bend right, all black, some black, all gray, some gray, all white, and some white. The center of the karyotype was a dull light gray.

“Ahem. This is a similar pic of the forty-six chromosome pattern from Cassium on the fourth of June which is kinda and sorta similar like mine today, right now, at the moment. However, I would like to show you something very uniquely different, Ms. VP.”

“No!” Cassium shook the curls and kicked a foot at Slivin with a scream of worry.

Slivin looked down and tapped on the wrist computer as the same screen displayed a colorful photograph of two children, looking up with a stern face to see screen. “Ahem. Within the physical appearance of the genetic disease of autism, I have showed with a visual display two different elementary school children. The child on the right exhibits a larger skull and a set of wide eye sockets. These are the typical set of genetic characteristics of a child with the genetic disorder of autism. The child on the left is a normal school child without the larger skull,” she looked down and tapped on the wrist computer for a second time as the same screen changed and showed two pictures of Cassium.

Cassium stared with a gasp at the television screen. Within the facial photograph, she wore a tint of pale colored skin and a head of light brown colored hair on the right side of the television screen. On the other side, she was presented with a head of blonde colored hair and a tint of bronze color skin.

Slivin jabbed the bloody tap needle with a stern face at the new screen. “Ahem. These are two pictures of Cassium, before and after. She has physically changed. Her natural hair color of light brown has changed into a true blonde without a box of chemicals or tons of money like a typical arrogant female. Her skin tone has changed also. Cassium was pale tinted but now glows in coffee ting with a set of curt pink highlights as a current mom-to-be,” she turned and nodded to Cassium.

“No,” she yelled out loud and studied the screen.

Slivin jabbed the bloody tap needle with a smirk at Cassium. “Ahem! She is a new species of morphology. Her blood did this. Her blood can do that to you, you, and you…”

“No,” she flipped the hands inside each wrist clamp with a growl at Slivin.

“Ahem. Please let me emphasize with extreme care and caution. I am a scientist. I deal with tissue, bones, and blood all the time. I cannot scrape the top surface of her skin tissue. It will die immediately inside my scientist testing dish. I must have her blood. Blood cannot be duplicated or replicated into a new cell or culture growth. However, she can nicely volunteer her scalpel hair, her nose hair or her butthole hair along with any other various body tissue samples like before. Cassium had participated in an approved research project while signing a consent form for the collections of her tiny body pieces.” Slivin lifted a set of staples papers near the smirk. “And Cassium was paid in cash money, last year.”

Ms. VP looked down with a confused brow to see the blonde tinted hair roots of Cassium. “Is this true? Have you previously supplied some of your body parts for science, young miss?”

Cassium sneered at Slivin. “No butthole hair.” The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the wall without any sound inside the Pit theater. She jerked on each wrist bone without escaping from the set of metal clamps. Her participation within the research project of Granth was both innocent and fun. And she met Armus beginning a new adventure with the gang of poofed and gone ancient Atlantians.

Slivin stomped closer to the cart with a stern face to Cassium. “Ahem. You are not on trial today. This is a meeting, a discussion of science both facts and fiction regarding your…you know,” she leaned over and whispered into the kneecap of Cassium. Cassium gasped at the whispered words. Slivin stood upright with a stern face to Cassium. “Once accomplishing my victory, I want a small sliver of your brain tissue for study too,” she stepped back from the kneecap of Cassium and jabbed the bloody tap needle with a stern face to see Ms. VP. “She is a walking and a talking huge DNA repair gene for any old and new disease treatment for all every single possible cancer predisposition in every single human person, including man and woman and teen and child and infant. And her young gene growth will aid in a new type of blood cell development. The human body of old or mature or young can create its own blood to attack any and all defective cell or cells. Boom!” She did not lift the arms into the air but continued to smirk at Cassium. The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the glass wall without any sound inside the Pit operating theater.

“No boom!” Cassium shook the curls with a yell and as both hands and feet waved side to side inside each metal clamp in pain.

“Ahem. She is also a walking and a talking gene pool of healthy cells including red blood, pink tissue, and white bone marrow. A tea tiny ounce of a pin prick of her blood will allow me to repair the damaged and defective cell or strands of DNA, curing the genetic disease in one sick little girl,” Slivin swung around with a stern face and jabbed the bloody tap needle at a young child behind the glass wall.

Cassium looked up to see the young child too. The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the glass wall without any vocal sound inside the Pit operating theater. She stared with tears at the crippled child while feeling terrible. But this was her body, her blood, and her belief that the government, the society, the citizens, and the world leaders were determining her fate. She could not reach her protruding belly which was carrying her little unborn girl as both of the wrist bones was locked down inside a metal clamp, so Cassium continued to fling both hands and feet at Slivin while mouth spitting but missing the hair roots of Slivin.

Slivin nodded with a stern face to the audience and thumbed back over a collar bone at Cassium. “Ahem. A researcher does not need to spend his time, his money, his energy to track, trace, hunt, and capture a cure for cancer, ever again, because she is the cure. She is the cure. She is the cure.” The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

Inside the audience, the mother of the crippled young child stood upright from the first row seat, moving ahead toward the wall of glass, holding a microphone. A set of visual tears ran down her red swollen face. She reached out and patted the hair of her child with a sob and a sad pout into the microphone. “My little girl has survived a painful bone marrow transplant to find that the disease has popped back up like a spring time daisy. Her DNA strand cannot repair the damaged bone or wipe out the terminal cancer cells. Therefore, her body is defective and the disease is lethal to her little bones.” Some of the loud shouts from the audience members echoed into the hand-held microphone and as the audio sound was suddenly cut off from the vocal speak inside the Pit operating theater.

Slivin swung around with a smile and jabbed the bloody tap needle at Cassium with a nod. “Ahem. There is an incurable disease, but she is a curable solution.”

Cassium shook the sweaty curls and kicked a naked foot with a sneer, missing the face of Slivin. “No! No! No!”

Slivin tossed the bloody tap needle over a collar bone as it hit the solid wall of glass. The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater. She stared at Ms. VP. “Ahem. I only desire a mere pin prick. With the new medical technology of today, I can work wonders with the matrix. A diabetic person gives three separate vials of blood coming from three separate areas of their weak and fragile body at both elbows and the knee to save a human life. I only ask for one single prick from any finger meat. The pin prick is awesome, amazing, pain-free, stress-free, and costless, a downright fun adventure…”

“No!” Cassium continued to yell and kick a naked foot while shaking the sweaty curls at Slivin.

“Ahem. I did mention this before. There is no money cost, only your free teardrop of blood. Tracking your own health is a civil right, not a choice for the US Federal Government. Tracing a genetic miracle is your obligation, not a choice for the US Federal Government. Your blood donation is going to save that the life of little girl or his life or her life or my life…”

Cassium stopped flinging the limbs and looked up with sobs of tears to see the young crippled girl with a soft whisper. “No.”

Slivin reached down into the side deep pocket of the yellow tinted robe and lifted up a new tiny tap needle near a smirk at Cassium. “Ahem. You blood is the only protein that can do that,” she exhaled with a puff of annoyance that Ms. VP was not providing more input and spun around with a nod to see the audience. A face and a pair of hand prints were smearing the clear glass with their sweat and water molecules. She jabbed the new tap needle at the audience with a smirk. “They agree with me. Of course, you can’t hear them,” she spun around with a stern face to see Cassium. “You can make the ethical choice here, right now, at this moment, Cassium. You can do the moral thing here right now, at this moment, Cassium.”

“No,” she shook the sweaty curls and kicked out a naked foot again while wiggling the tied hands with a snarl at Slivin.

Ms. VP reached down and dinged the triangle, looking down with a sour frown at the scientist. “Dr. Slivin, the answer is no! I am in agreement with the young miss and her vocal singular response.” The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater. She cleared a throat and straightened out the rose colored robe with a nod and a smile to Slivin. “I am a representative of the US Federal Government. And I cannot force the young miss to donate one precious pin prick of her finger meat for a blood sample to save the life of one child. Is this the discussion today, right here, at this moment?”

Slivin dropped an arm and turned with a sour frown to see Ms. VP. “Ahem. Her blood can save not only one child but millions of children.”

Ms. VP did not ding the triangle and tilted a chin with a confused brow at Slivin, “Really?”

Cassium yelled out loud with a sneer. “I survive first which is me, not you or her or him or them or they or…”

Slivin thumbed back over a collar bone to the child, who continued to stand behind the glass wall in silence and nodded with a smirk to Ms. VP “Ahem. Cassium, all of her atomic molecules, red cells, proteins, enzymes, and amino acids are churning in overtime with happy and healthy energy, while this little girl is a death cell. In genetics, a death cell is a permanent condition of no more hope of life, only fatal death.”

“Not right! No! All wrong! Slivin is not right!” Cassium shook the sweaty curls and kicked out a naked foot while wiggling the tied hands with a snarl at Slivin. The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a sour frown to the audience. “Get quiet in there! Everyone inside the audience, please get quiet!” Even though, the VP could only see the action, not hear a peek of sound coming from the audience which stood behind a solid glass wall. She smiled with a nod. “As the Vice President of the United States, our scientists might need to develop a few set of protocols for accessing Cassium’s young genes, of course, for all of humanity, including the little child, who faces a death sentence, which is not of her own doing.” She looked down with a smirk to see Slivin. “Of course, this would be Cassium’s determination, not mine or yours or theirs or them here, right now, today, inside this weird but pretty looking auditorium.”

“Yay!” Cassium mouth spat down at on top of the hair roots of Slivin, missing with a laugh.

Slivin smoothed down the robe with a smirk. “Ahem. I would like to summary lastly. Animals, insects, and even pretty fluttering flock of butterflies are changing and adapting to the higher hot air temperatures, massive rain storms, and fierce cold winters. Yet, man is not progressing. Man hides inside his brick and mortar flimsy structure. Man eats the required nutrition of the gods. Pretty much! Man adapts to his ever-changing environment. But wait, man is more than a long sofa and a mug of beer and a plasma television. Man is beast without equal, until the tiny germ invades his respiratory system within his lungs and then his throat and then his liver, and then his heart, and finally his brain.”

Cassium blew more mouth spat of tongue salvia, missing the hair roots of Slivin with regret, saying with a frown. “And then the little tiny butterfly has packed and moved away from the torn and cold cocoon shell. This is called evolution, not revolution, ma’am.”

“Ahem. Or we will be calculating the rapid rate of permanent extinction for the species called man, woman, and child.” The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a smile and a nod to the scientist. “I find your genetics presentation amusingly entertaining while worth a few more minutes of my precious time. Please wrap this thing up, Dr. Slivin!”

“This is my body.” Cassium kicked the foot and yelled out loud with a sneer.

Slivin looked down and tapped on the wrist computer as each television screen changed to show a single karyotype picture. She turned and pointed at one of the television screens. “Ahem. You are looking at the forty-six chromosomes of Cassium on her first day of life. I will repeat. DNA is life of a human. Chromosomes and genes are inside the DNA.”

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle, looking down with a sour frown to see Slivin. “I know what DNA is. The world knows what DNA is also. Please explain without your complex scientific terms, Dr. Slivin, for our world audience!”

Slivin said. “Ahem. Her chromosomes are normal like a human. The Y-chromosome allele pattern shows ninety-nine percent European and one percent of Warao in South America.”

Ms. VP looked down to see the hair roots of Cassium with a puzzled brow. “The young miss comes from the country of South America. I thought she was an American citizen of the United States of America here.”

Cassium turned and stared at each television screen with a grin and a giggle. “I’m British, sorta. My family unit name is Piston. We even got a coat of arms from the county of England, a design of yellow and white checkers with a blue pigeon in the middle of the thing. See? I’m a human-earthling. I’m an Alabama-belle. And I’m an American-rebel. And I’m an English-lady. And I wanna go back home to Bama right now, at this moment.” Slivin looked down with a stern face and tapped on the wrist computer as each television screen changed and showed a new single karyotype picture. Cassium gasped in alarm at each screen.

The karyotype of Cassium showed that chromosome-six had spread and then mutated from location position of 21, which was the RA mutation, where the RA mutation had moved down to the location position of 20, which was the MS gene mutation.

Slivin turned and jabbed the new tap needle at the television screen. “Ahem. This is her chromosome picture on the date of June twenty-seventh in the city of Perth within the country of Australia…”

“You were following us around the world,” Cassium mouth spat salvia and shook her curls while struggling within the metal clamps. “I knew it. I knew that we’re being spied and tailed.”

“Get quiet!” Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a smile to the audience and then the scientist. “Everyone, please get quiet here! Dr. Slivin, how many X-shaped pictures do you possess? I want to leave here, before lunchtime. Please show the most significant ones and then proceed with your…uh…science discussion!”

Slivin looked down and tapped on the wrist computer as each television screen changed and presented a new picture. She looked up and jabbed the new tap needle at the new screen. “Ahem. This is her picture at the annual Thanksgiving lunch from her work place which is the Cure-all Science Medical Core. You can see that all the chromosomes are slowly and methodically transferring.” The karyotype showed that twenty-two of the forty-six chromosomes displayed the Atlantian curse with a set of white and black arms plus a blood red center which was morphing at a slow rate.

Cassium frowned at the karyotype on the television screen. She was not birthed as a true Atlantian, so her set of good genes were fighting with the bad mutations. In the end, the mutation won out as it was evidenced with forty-eight percent of her total chromosome conversion at the time period of the Thanksgiving holiday. Now, she was hundred percent Atlantian today, right now, at the moment in the month of March, which was nine months later. And the development of her baby probably decreased the mutation progression within all her genes with sharing everything with Alele, including the blood, the proteins, the enzymes, and the fluids. Cassium exhaled with a puff of frustration and shook her curls at the new understanding. She was quietly, quickly, and most expensively employed at Cure-all Science Medical Core as an inexperienced junior researcher.

She exhaled with a huff of annoyance and a nod at the screen. The LACI database at Cure-all Science Medical Core was a half-true and half-fake set of datum, allele numbers, and specimens, where the computer system was exclusively owned by the secret group of billionaires. She had not really discovered a cure of cystic fibrosis within her first week of employment, but she had heavily questioned grouping the haplogroup of Native Americans with Hispanics for a good reason, while the other fake scientists had nodded and accepted the datum. So, each output report was incorrect, invalid, and useless. All the reports were incorrect, except for Mr. Molten’s contact information. Cutny had discovered his unique allele letter Q many years ago, but he couldn’t figure out what it meant within his smart brain cells.

Cassium sounded with a lady growl while feeling fury and betrayal. She had figured out the key of the karyotype before Cutny and then Armus and she had traveled here into metro city Miami. She bet that Cutny couldn’t find them within the city limits of Birmingham either, since Cassium and Armus had hopped a private airplane so fast that her sinuses were spinning.

She turned and scanned the Pit operating room with curiosity. There was not displayed a single artifact from one of the dead Atlantians, especially the keye. She exhaled with puff of relieve while feeling thankful that the Atlantian keye was secure and working. The gang of hidden Atlantians was safe and free from each unknown billionaire and the entire building of Cure-all Core. She shook the sweaty curls with a whisper for her own eardrums. “A foolish young miss, indeed!”

Cure-all Science Medical Core was owned by a set of billionaires, who loved lots of money and lots of life. Granth Meath had shared his longevity trick with the other billionaires and did not realize or recognize the Atlantian curse. Well, dead billionaire Granth had learned his life lesson too quickly. Now, the secret gang of living and breathing billionaires both carefully and cautiously ventured into the future with a set of sissy DNA human genes as each one watched and worked on Cassium, the only living Atlantian in existence on planet Earth. She was their fresh implantation of spinal cord, until each billionaire would poof into a pile of gray ashes at hundred or more years of age string from today.

Cassium gritted the teeth with deep sobs, because she would not ever suffer or surrender to anyone, including a billionaire, a human, a mammal, or even slick Slivin. She struggled within each metal clamp with a lady sneer at the nose profile of Slivin. “You collected my hair follicles coming from my private office at my work of Cure-all Science Medical Core, every evening, after working hours. O my gosh! Gesler was most receptive and eagerly swift to employ me. I fail down the steps for this mouse trap. And you were collecting my hair follicles from the hotel bathroom drain, whilst I traveled around Europe too. Or did you suck them out of my pee toilet water by mouth, Slivin?”

Slivin turned with a smirk and pressed down the robes. “Ahem. I will remind you that your ancient roots match your blonde hair roots, Cassium. You come from Warao. Warao was the native language of the Warao people, which is about 28,000 souls living within northern Venezuela. They speak the Timucua language within the country of South America and are an isolated geographical section within the US State Alabama.” She looked down and tapped on the wrist computer as each television screen changed and displayed a world map. She looked and jabbed the new tap needle at the new map with a stern face. “The electronic map highlights in yellow colored the only two common locations, northern Venezuela and Birmingham, Alabama.” The audience jumped up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater. She said. “Ahem. You currently live in the city of Birmingham within the US State of Alabama. Is all of this information correct, Cassium?” Cassium sneered out loud. The audience continued to jump up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater. Slivin said. “Ahem. The Timucua language and the people are dead as the language has not been spoken since 2,000 BC.” The audience continued to jump up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

Cassium laughed out loud to Slivin and the jumping audience. “I’m not an ancient cave woman or a monster or a mummy, but I will be mommy soonest.” She exhaled with a puff of both worry and fury.

The IRS visitation to her house in Birmingham had been a fake performance also. The nice man had taken Cassium to the Birmingham Hospital emergency room for a medical examination. Then she had been slightly sedated with a mild drug and then placed inside a sedan, riding down a long trip towards Miami. The team and Cassium had arrived after midnight, this morning. She had stayed inside a comfortable room behind the wall of the Pit operating theater with a set of warm blankets and a tray of hot food while thawing out from the nausea medication.

“Ahem. I am only seeking a pin prick of your blood, dear.”

“Never!” She shook the sweat from a face and the hairline while wiggling both bound hands and naked feet at Slivin.

“Ahem. Natural health is any endangered factor among all the natives here within the USA, but it is not an endangerment factor to you, Cassium. Your life saving serum will allow me to provide life-saving clinical diagnosis.”

“And you have spied on me.”

“Ahem. You are in violation of the Unruh Act by discriminating against the entire human race of social, mental, and psychiatric conditions…”

“You forget to add the financial money statements,” Cassium laughed out from the silliness of this stupid court hearing inside an operating room pit.

“…by breaching the terms of all healthy persons, who live over the world.”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of frustration. “Good grief, Charlie Black!”

Slivin looked down with a puzzled brow to the see the floor and back up with a sour frown to see Cassium. “Ahem. I don’t know Charlie Black.”

“Me, either!” She giggled with the silliness of seriousness here inside the court room, saying with a sour frown and a sneer to Slivin. “This is my body, not yours. I decide what I eat. What I drink? What I wear?”

“The greater good…”

She grinned. “I’m an educated human, not an animal. The greater good concept comes with one hundred eighty-five principles within the novel The Principles of Moral and Political Philosophy, where you can punch an innocent human for their personal blood, for the greater good, darling. Naw! No! Nope! Not happening here ever! Go away, Slivin!”

“Ahem. Pain or pleasure is both sacrificed. You will not experience pain. I only prick your finger meat and grab some blood.”

“No!”

“Ahem. Inside the dark inner deck of the Bible Ark, there were only a total of sixteen alleles coming from the eight passengers Noah, Mrs. Noah, and Noah’s three biological sons and three non-biological daughters.”

“This is my choice to donate blood not yours or hers or his.” Cassium sneered.

“Ahem. Since the days of Noah, scientists and creationists and evolutionists have always suspected that other humans did not drown, but a small pocket to human did survive the Bible Flood.”

Ms. VP did not ding the triangle and stared down with a sour frown to see Slivin. “That is humanly impossible, Dr. Slivin,” giggling. Cassium giggled at the silliness of the real truth.

Slivin smiled with a set of yellow tinted and crooked teeth, jabbing the new tap needle at Cassium. “Ahem. Cassium is a primary morphology which marks the arrival of a new species, Ms. VP.”

“It…this…you are the illegal entity to force me to give up my blood.” Cassium shook the sweaty curls with a sneer.

Ms. VP said with a confused brow to Slivin. “A new species of what, a man or a woman or a child or a beast?”

“I control my own body, not you or her or him or the VP of the United States.” Cassium screamed out loud with fury.

“Ahem. A morphology type species, this indicates that she is unique, the first of her kind on planet Earth.”

Cassium yelled out loud and then exhaled with fury. “No! I am not a new type or species or morphological thing. And I am allowed to debate too,” she exhaled with a puff of annoyance, calming her raw nerve endings with a smoother timber. “I have a basic right of keeping and retaining my own blood proteins without being tested or punctured by another human, even if one person thinks that there is a good need or a noble desire. I do not need it. I do not desire it. I am not it. I am not doing this. I own this body, not you, anyone.” She looked down with a worried brow to see the floor and then returned back up with a lady sneer at Slivin. “Even a dead corpse gets to keep all of her organs and all of her blood, until it is finally drained out from a legal embalmment process. I’m alive, not dead. This is totally, illegally unethical.”

Slivin looked up with a smirk to see the government official. “Ahem. Ms. VP, as a formal surgeon, a hospital will ask and receive one or two bags of blood donations for the future patient before being admitted into the hospital for surgery. This is the exactly same conception today, right now, at the moment. I would like to take a pin prink of her blood and show the world her new species morphology. However, to demonstrate her uniqueness, her first kind ever, I must have a pin prick of her blood.”

Cassium sneered down at the hair roots of Slivin. “No! I am being forced to donate my blood. I’m not undergoing any type of medical surgery.”

Slivin looked down with a sour frown at the swollen belly that contained the unborn babe. “Ahem. You are having a baby.”

She looked down with a smile to see her protruded tummy. “Not today, right now, at the moment! I don’t feel any labor pains, only the love kicks of my baby,” she looked up with a smirk to see Slivin. “But I do refuse to give you a pin prick of blood based on all of my religious belief.” She wiggled both bounded hands. Cassium had been forced to leave the shoes, the pair of diamond earrings, and her diamond engagement ring from Armus. She lived within a nasty world with a nasty Slivin.

Slivin looked up with a smirk to see her. “Ahem. We all are believers in faith and our faith lies with you, Cassium.”

She looked up and smiled at Slivin. “I gave blood before becoming pregnant. No one desires to be contaminated with a set of dirty germs coming from my plasmaphoresis procedure which was done recently.”

Slivin shook the black tinted pixie with a smile. “Ahem. The USA does not perform those particular blood extraction procedures here.” She looked up to see the bench. “Ms. VP, I would like for you to ponder a simple life within the USA without capital punishment of murderers or a war of battle drones for oil or several car bombs of terrorists, simply because every single infant will be both whole and happy without any type of genetic flaw which will allow for a world globe of inner peace and worldwide tranquility. Every child would be brilliant and productive. I can solve world hunger, fight off an infectious disease, and finally end all hungry poverty within all the major cities and all small rural towns of the USA and the world…”

“Not true, Slivin!” She blew mouth spat with a tongue of saliva at Slivin with a sneer. “Genes are all inherited coming from your set of biological parents, your set of great grandparents, and your set of great, great grandparents, too. You can’t change the genetic drift, Willow.”

“Ahem. That is very true, Cassium. Genes are inherited making you what you are now. However, you are not what you are born to be. I do not know the circumstances which was created and surrounded that the particular event either. However, a particular event has caused you to morph to another species, not your fault really. The event has caused the little girl into a cripple body, not her fault either. However, you can save her. Yes?”

“No!” She screamed out loud.

Slivin exhaled with huff of annoyance and looked up with a smile to the bench. “Ahem. Ms. VP, I have tried…”

“Tricked!” She blew mouth spat more tongue wet saliva at the hair roots of Slivin while missing and wiggled both sore wrist bones and the bruised ankle bones inside each closed metal clamp with fury.

“Ahem. I am asking for a simple precious pin prick of her finger meat. Not dangerous. Not harmful. Not tough. Cassium is too close to the situation to make a rational decision. Likewise, I am, too, to close to the mission to make a rational decision. Therefore, Ms. VP has been selected to make that decision. Ms VP, what is your determination?”

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle, looking up with a smile and a nod to see the audience. “Where are her parents? Do you possess a pair of biological parents? I would like to hear from her parents.”

Slivin spun around with a smile and jabbed the new tap needle at the pair of biological parents of Cassium, who stood upright behind wall of glass. “Ahem. Should your daughter give up a tiny little pin prick of her precious blood for small and short experimental of science to save the world of big and small humans?”

Inside the audience space behind the solid wall of glass, both parents of Cassium stood short in statue with a nod and a grin towards Slivin in silence. The mother of Cassium held and said into the microphone to Ms. VP. “This is a very noble cause indeed for my daughter,” smiling.

Cassium shook the sweaty face and the curls with a sneer at her parents and then at the rear skull of Slivin, “Injustice! Unfair! I challenge all of this in a court of law. I wanna lawyer. Do not touch me, Slivin! I’m a human being with rights and respects. No! No! No!”

Slivin nodded with a smile to the parents of Cassium. “Ahem. You and each one of us have a moral obligation to each other, particularly a little tiny crippled child. Thank you so much your personal and motherly comment, Mr. and Mrs. Piston!”

She shook the sweaty curls and struggled within the metal clamp with a sneer. “This is my property of life. This is my blood which is my right to keep it inside me. Me…m…e…me!”

Slivin exhaled with puff of annoyance at the audience and shook the pixie, spinning around with a sour frown to see bench. “Ahem. I am aghast with both pity and shock that a human would reject this fine opportunity to save that little crippled girl plus the entire world, Ms. VP,” she thumbed back over a collar bone to the child again.

She shook the wet curls and wiggled both the sore wrist bones and bruised ankle bones inside each closed metal clamps with a growl at Slivin. “This is my body. You have no right to tell me what to do with my body. Are you saying that her life is more important than mine?”

Slivin looked up with a smirk to see Cassium. “Ahem. Her life is currently a top priority, because you are the healthy hostess today, right now, at this moment, darling.” She winked with a smile of yellow stained and crooked teeth to Cassium.

She exhaled with a puff of worry. “You…you do not know what that pin prick will do to my baby. I am pregnant, ya stupid moron witch doctor.” Silence lingered inside the Pit operating theater.

Ms VP did not ring the triangle and looked down with a gasp to see the black hair roots of Slivin. “What did the young miss say? What is the young miss saying to you, Dr. Slivin?”

Cassium smirked at Slivin. “Some people aren’t medically able to contribute towards the worldly good and clinically needy and I am one of them today, right now, here, at the moment, and more moments.”

Slivin smirked at Ms. VP. “Ahem. A blood donation is the equal to giving life.”

Ms. VP nodded with a confused brow. “O!”

Slivin grinned. “Ahem. I would like to quote the ancient statue of King Edward, the first. The successor of the England derives the power to purposefully infringe upon another person’s absolutely right to secure bodily health.” The audience continued to jump up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a smirk to Slivin. “And I, too, know of the 700-year-old legal law decree, Dr. Slivin. The royal law of King Edward, the first holds that one human is under no legal obligation to give or take action to save another human, from his sickness or his imminent death. The royal rule was founded upon a free society too like the United States of America. The respect for the individual within that society and that government will protect the free society and the free individual at all and any cost. Thus, in a free society the determination rests with Cassium, dear,” she looked up with a smile and a hand wave to see the audience. The audience continued to jump up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

Cassium jerked on each closed metal clamp causing each bone wrist bone to bruise again with a smile. “Yes! Thank you, Ms. VP! Now, please get me off this cart and outta this room right now. Pronto! Hurry! Now! Do it, man or woman! I ain’t picky.” She stretched out the neck muscle with a single eyeball to see one of the numerous US military soldiers that was not shuffling away from the wall to help. Slivin slowly bowed a chin and then lifted up a grin with a smile of yellow teeth, leaping up into the air and landed on top of the flat edge of the rolling cart in surprises. She stood upright and then leaned down, stabbing the new tiny tap needle into the naked forearm of Cassium. Cassium screamed out loud in stunned pain.

Slivin jumped backwards from the rolling cart and landed on top of the hard floor, spinning around, racing back towards the wall corner and stopped. She reached out and slid off a yellow colored cloth from the stationary office, slowly turning with a smile to see the bench. “Ms. VP!” Cassium wiggled both sore wrist bones and the pair of bruised ankles with each closed metal clamp while waiting for one of the lazy US military soldiers to release her trapped body as it was demanded by the vice president. Slivin pointed down at the object on top of the stationary small cart. “Ahem. Look over here and see, Ms. VP. This is a dove, a fowl of peace and harmony. Her feathery silky wing was broken due to a vicious human hunter. She cannot fly ever due to lack of medical science. However, her wing can be repaired genetically with a single one of Cassium’s blood proteins.”

Cassium wiggled side to side within each closed metal clamp with a sneer. “No! She lies. She lies. The bird is really sedated and not able to fly with its wing into the air waves, ma’am. Look at the bird. Look at the bird!”

Ms. VP leaned over and whispered to her assistant while staring with a puzzled brow at Slivin. The assistant nodded in silence. Then Ms. VP sat upright with a stern face and reached out, dinging the triangle. “I want to see the dove.”

Slivin reached down and lifted up the small portable tray with the wounded white dove, moving ahead with a smile towards the high bench. She scooted around the rolling cart of Cassium and then slowly climbed up the row of steps, stopping and stood beside the nose profile of Ms. VP. She lowered the tray onto the granite surface which contained a flapping and scared dove and offered the tiny tap needle of Cassium’s pure allele blood to Ms. VP with a smile. “Ahem. Here it is, Ms. VP. You can see the dove is injured. She cannot fly.”

Cassium yelled out loud and stared into the audience. “Slivin lies.” She could not see the wounded dove on top of the small portable tray which was on top of the bench, but she knew the answer. Cassium did possess the miracle blood antibodies to heal the fowl. She remembered touching the rolling wet and heated tears of Mrs. Weiss and then she touched her own pair of eyeballs and her two nostril holes.

Mr. Molten was wrong.

Cassium passed the longevity gene down to her own body, not the body of unborn baby by a gene mutation within her DNA strand. Her chromosomes were not exactly the same as they were on the fourth of June when she had participated in Bothea Rodan’s research project and then met Armus.

She felt both sadness and abandonment. Her boyfriend Armus was traveling someplace for Cure-all Science Medical Core new assignment. And she was here about to be tortured and tormented as the newest laboratory rat of Dr. Willow Slivin without his knowledge, his gently touch and his sweet love. Her face flooded the cheekbones, rolling down the chin and then onto each arms with sadness.

At the bench, Slivin extended the tap needle in a pink plastic holder to the woman. “Ahem! Here it is, Ms. VP. You can do the honor and see a miracle of Cassium’s blood protein antibodies. Please quickly tap the injured bird inside the tummy, the meat of its breast with the life-saving blood protein. I promise that the dove will heal instantly and fly off from her metal tray, buzzing all over and around in the Pit theater.”

Ms. VP gasped and stared at Slivin. “That is…is not possible!”

Slivin sounded with a lady snort, grinning with yellow stained and crooked teeth. “Ahem. That is not possible for a medical physician of science, but it is possible for an Atlantian. Go ahead, Ms. VP! You do the honors for the entire world. The entire world is watching you, us, her, and the little innocent tiny dove right here inside this room.”

Ms. VP exhaled with a huff of curiosity and reached down, gently grabbing the tap needle from the hand of Slivin, leaning over and gently stabbed the wounded fowl. The crippled dove squeaked out loud falling still on top of the small tray as Ms. VP gasped with fear. “I have killed an innocent animal.”

Slivin stared down at the dove. “Ahem. You have not. The gene of the dove are regenerating, Ms. VP. Look and see this!” The wounded dove flapped side to side and flipped upon its two legs while waving both a pair of healed wings, cooing at Ms. VP. Then the bird took off from the bench surface, flying up towards the ceiling, sailing around between the set of attached television monitors. The dove realized that it could escape from the series of heated metal cameras and rows of bright overhead light fixtures, spinning around, flying back down to the bed of twigs and grass on top of the small portable metal tray and landed on both feet with a soft coo at the face of the VP.

I saw the healed dove flying around the ceiling and whispered with a sob and a tear. “No.”

Slivin left the dove on top of the bench and slowly back stepped down each step, landing on top of the floor, scooting around the rolling cart and stood in front of Cassium and the high bench again. She looked down with a smile and tapped on the wrist computer devise as each television screen changed and then showed a new karyotype of forty-six chromosomes of a human. She looked up with a smile of yellow teeth to see Ms. VP and pointed at one of the television screens that mounted on the side wall. “Ahem. Her chromosome pattern is equal or the same without a variance. Her genes possess the same traits including strength, health, and self-healing properties. She has morphed from a human to…”

“No! That is not possible. We are only humans that alive here on the planet.” Ms. VP gasped and turned with a puzzled brow to see the television screen. The audience continued to jump up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

Cassium jerked back on each closed metal clamp with force without breaking the restraint as she could not argue with the cool genetics logic of Slivin this time. She felt the sting on an arm from the stolen blood draw and then saw the dove fly around the ceiling while staring at her blood protein DNA pattern on the television screen where she had seen before coming from the sameness chrome-picture of Mrs. Weiss, Bothea Rodan, and Granth Meath. Each one was a hundred percent Atlantian.

Slivin continued to smile and nod to Ms. VP while jabbing a finger at the subject. “Ahem. Cassium is a new species like a bird, a plant, a flower, or a mammal. She is not one of us anymore. She is an Atlantian coming from the lost city of Atlantis. They were a tall and strong species that lived and survived the Bible Flood, living and thriving within harsh sunlight in-between the two harsh bodies of water, the warm Gulf of Mexico and the cold Atlantic Ocean. The race of Atlantians were a hardy breed indeed.”

Cassium kicked out a naked foot at Slivin with a hiss, missing the widow’s peak. “I breathe. I talk. I walk. I reproduce. I’m pregnant. You can’t take my blood. My baby needs my blood to survive until her final delivery. And I forbid you to touch me or my baby ever, Slivin.”

Slivin flipped a hand with a smile at Ms. VP. “Ahem. The baby is not an Atlantian anyways. Her unborn baby is both weak and fragile like me and the little crippled girl, where the both of us will be susceptible to numerous infections, diseases, and body injuries too.”

Ms. VP frowned down at Slivin. “Why isn’t the unborn babe an Atlantian, too? She carries her own child within her morphed and mutated human body, if I understand the elementary basics of both biology and genetics.”

Slivin exhaled. “Ahem. The biological father is a human. The basis of both biology and genetics is the lucky chance of the gene pool becoming a bunch of pure alleles or mutated alleles. The babe is a mini-gene-mutation of her father. However, Cassium is a pure gene of her Atlantian ancestry.” Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a smile to Slivin. The audience continued to jump up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater. Slivin grinned with a nod to Ms. VP. “Ahem. Cassium is the future of our world. One tiny drop of her blood will save each and every single human.”

“No!” Cassium screamed and continued to wiggle all the trapped limbs inside each closed metal clamp.

Ms. VP reached over and dinged the triangle with a nod and a smile to the audience. “I order and call for a mandatory forced blood donation of the solo Atlantian to save the world of humans from all and any tiny nasty baby germs and vile viruses that plague our free society now and forever. Thank you so much for letting me be a part of this judgment!” She performed a hand wave, a nod, and a smile. The audience continued to jump up and down with excitement behind the solid wall of glass without any type of audio sound inside the Pit operating theater.

“No!” Cassium struggled and fought against each closed metal clamp, kicking a naked foot at the face of Slivin while missing the widow’s peak again.

Slivin lifted up and pressed a remote control devise from the robe pocket. The car slowly shifted in forward motion and moved away from the high bench, halting inside the middle floor space of the operating theater inside the Pit. She spun around with a chuckle and dashed back to the wall corner, stopping and stood in front of a short stationary cart. She pulled out the drawn and dressed a pair of yellow colored gloves, a matching face mask, and a matching hair cap, closing the drawer shut and touched the cart. She slowly spun back around with a smile and shoved the wheels on the new shorter cart that held rows of assorted and wicked sterile surgical instruments towards Cassium.

Cassium looking down to see the exposed rows of sterile surgical instruments on top of the short rolling cart, then her parents, and finally the audience members, who stood and jumped up and down behind the wall of glass without sound inside the operating theater of the Pit. She screamed and kicked all trapped limb with a set of tears of fear. “No! No! No! Please, someone help me. Mama! Daddy! Please help me now! Someone come and help me now! You can’t operate on me, not here, not now, not at this moment. I’m pregnant with my baby, who is your granddaughter…”

Slivin stopped the kart a few feet away from Cassium and lifted up with a smile, pressing the same remote control device. The tall stationary cart with Cassium slowly shifted and tilted into a sideways pose for a medical operation. The skull of Cassium moved downward as both bound naked feet moved upward into a horizontal position which was even with the platform floor, making the cart like a bed mattress. The smirk on Slivin was covered in a surgical mask as a pair of dancing eyeballs stared at Cassium. “Ahem. I am operating on you, Cassium. I am removing the baby. You are forty-two weeks and very overdue. The baby is eating and sleeping and getting roly poly fat. The babe will be fine. I am a licensed medical surgeon within three US States and here in Florida too.” She lifted a shoe and stomped the floor. A hidden elevated platform with Slivin and her surgical tray of wicked instruments slowly rose up into the air and then stopped even with the horizontal kart with Cassium.

On top of the high bench, Ms. VP did not ring the triangle and looked down with a worried brow at Cassium and then Slivin. “Excuse me, Dr. Slivin! I must insist that you remove the unborn baby in a more sterile environment rather than here in this…nasty Pit. This is a public forum.”

Slivin continued to stand on top of the elevated platform beside Cassium and the cart of instruments, studying the protruded belly of Cassium. “Ahem. This is actually a dissection room for training new medical residents. This is the surgery room which is why it is named the Pit. A pit is used for cooking up a creation. So, this room is highly sterile along with your pair of designer heels and your new colorful rose tinted surgery robes, Ms. VP.” Ms. VP smiled with a nod, without any further comments. Slivin leaned down on the bottom tier of the shorter cart and grabbed up, tossing a blanket over the pair of naked legs and the chest of Cassium while exposing the budge on the belly of Cassium as Cassium flooded the face with tears of sorrow, fear, and unhappiness. Slivin turned to the cart and fiddled with some of the surgical instruments. “Ahem. There will be lots of blood proteins absorbed by the soft cotton blankets. Each blanket material will be freeze dried and then the blood proteins will be extracted out from the fibers of the fabric. I will not waste one precious drop of your Atlantian blood protein antibodies for curing every single human on the planet. You are a lucky super being, Cassium. And I am luckier super scientist,” she unwrapped the metal tray of sterile surgery instruments with a soft chuckle of amusement.

Cassium screamed out loud and wiggled all the trapped limbs inside each metal clamp, looking up at the ceiling without seeing the wall of glass and her parents. “No! Mom! Dad! Help me now! Someone, please help me!” She continued to sob with tears of sadness, fury, anger, and fear.

Slivin lifted up and turned with a smirk inside the face mask to face Cassium, reaching out and sliced through the maternity dress with the sharp scalpel, exposing the naked and bloated belly of Cassium. She reached down and pressed the tip of the surgical scalpel down into the belly button of Cassium with a smirk behind the surgical mask. “Ahem. I will pierce her belly button first and then slice the scalpel down her abdomen next…”

Ms. VP gasped, slapping a hand over the parted lips. “She…she has not been sedated, Dr. Slivin.”

Slivin measured the exposed belly using the tip of scalpel for the right incision as Cassium felt a faint tickle from the sharp metal tip running across her exposed skin with a soft giggle. Slivin said behind the face mask. “Ahem. She does not need to be sedated, Ms. VP. Cassium will not feel any pain which is part of her magical Atlantian genes. And the incision will heal immediately, too.”

Cassium screamed out loud and wiggled both naked feet and her pair of sore wrists within the closed cold and hard metal clamp with great fear and worry. “No! No! Please, someone help me…”

“Cassium!” Slivin leaned down with a lady sneer through the face mask to Cassium. “Ahem. You must be still and be quiet. Or do you wish for me to injury the baby? I cannot concentrate as you yell into my ear or shift your body over the flat operating table.” Cassium exhaled with a puff of great worry and remained still and quiet as she did not want her baby to be harmed while softly sobbing with tears.

 

 

1:01 p.m.

78th floor level

Conference room setting

Parted clouds without sunshine and heavy ocean winds

 

 

The wall of glass windows showed a series of tan colored puffs of steam coming from the churning blue ocean waters. Between the midnight deep purple colored storm clouds, there were peeks of sky blue and yellow sunshine, somewhere else other than Miami. A set of thick deep blue waves rolled faster and closer towards Miami.

The oceanographer stood among the mumbling voices, the pinging mobile telephones, and a beeping television plasma screen, dropping the mobile telephone down from the parted lips with a shout out, “Sir, Mr. President, I’ve received bad news. A vertical wall of water one hundred and fifty feet high is heading directly towards Miami. I mean that the wall of water is coming right here towards the shoreline of Biscayne Bay. Then the wall of water will crash and suck back into the ocean like a single ocean wave does when it crashes towards the sea shoreline on a beach.”

The POTUSA stood upright from the chair with a gasp of alarm. “What?” Each scientist stood upright from the chair and spun around away from the table to see the wall of glass window and a wall of moving water.

A wall of deep blue water roared in speed and sound sailing forward towards downtown Miami. It elegantly rolled over the series of dancing yellowish puffs of sulfur steam, decimating the colorful air pockets and then replaced the air pocket with a thick wall of churning white foam and deep blue waves. Then, the set of deep blue waves churned over the field of tiny whirlpools of tan colored sandy water, smoothing out the swift rotating circular currents into a solid flat surface layer of tan colored sand soil. Then the deep blue wall of water soared directly towards the Miami Genetics Science Center which was located within Biscayne Bay.

Each scientist was both surprised and stunned, snapping a set of personal mobile telephone pictures for science and selfishness while bad breathing onto the wall of glass, watching the solo horizon event never more.

An array of hundreds of shallow ankle-deep tan colored sandbars popped up and then sprinkled a set of low hanging blackish-purple sky clouds, spraying a pretty array of neon green puffs of mist. The green tinted mist cleaned and scattered over the tan colored air waves coming before a massive one hundred fifty feet foot rouge tidal ocean wave. The unique phenomenon looked like a field of kneeling peasants before the arriving king. The wall of blue ocean water crashed into something which stopped both the roar and the water. The deep blue water violently splashed side to side on top of a flat plane of calm pale blue tiny waves within Biscayne Bay. Then, the something strange appeared.

A triangle shape of misty green tinted fog lightly drifted up coming from the ocean water surface about 2,000 feet away from the Miami Genetics Science Center dry boat dock. The boat dock was used for transporting a set of live aquatic specimens coming from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean for scientific research and then dissecting each sea mammal inside the Pit. Each anchored vessel, such as, a fifteen-million-dollar research vessel, a rusty ferry barge, several small speed boats, and several pleasure sailing catamarans gently swayed back and forth within the calm and clear waters of Biscayne Bay without receiving any damage or colliding into the concrete platform.

Within the neon green misty fog, there held a triangle shaped newly formed landmass of tan colored sand which was located southeast by northeast away from the boat platform, as far as, the naked human eyeball could see. Each scientist sighed with relief and then exhaled with curiosity at the new visual sight of a solid landmass while cheering and clapping inside the conference room.

Yeehaw!”

Cheers!”

We live.”

We got a new next store neighbor.”

Yahoo!”

Woo-hoo!”

I need to go to the bathroom. Please excuse me!”

Celebrate!”

Is the meeting done now?”

Why’s the air the color of puke neon green like my child’s mouth and nose vomit?”

What’s that pale green tinted foggy mist going around that triangular island?”

What’s the new address of our new landmass, Mr. President?”

What’s that smell coming through the solid wall of windows and into this conference room near me?”

I think the fumes of the odor are coming directly from the light green colored fog, surrounding that interior landmass.”

Armus stood in front of the window and continued to twirl the mobile telephone around while snapped a set of numerous pictures with a smile and a chuckle behind the camera lenses. “O rats! You should ask the atmologist, who studies aqueous vapors about the green tinted mist which is drifting up from the ocean waters. Thus, the mystery is completely solved. The end, folks!”

The atmologist stood in front of the wall of glass windows and stared with a smile at the green tinted mist. “The green tinted mist is methane gas which melts your face in 1.2 seconds flat, Mr. President, sir.”

The biologist swung away from the window and pointed with a puzzled brow at the active television screen. “Who’s that girl on the television screen?” She turned to face the open archway and left the conference room for a potty break and a drink, since science meeting had finished.

The orologist swung around away from wall of glass window to see same television screen with a frown. “O! That’s the local television station. It has resumed the regular television entertainment programs, since the storm has passed,” she flipped a hand with a smile. “That’s some daily television show of some fake medical operation, since the tidal wave and thunder rains have stopped pouring down on the poor coastal shoreline of Miami, Florida. The regular daily television shows have started playing again,” she turned to face the open archway and left the conference room too.

The other scientists continued to stare at the new island formation in front of the wall of glass or left the conference room for the bathroom or ventured into the other room for food.

Armus swung around and stared with a stern face at the television screen without hearing any audio sound bits, stomping closer towards the monitor, seeing the short female with a gasp. “Willow?” Then he turned to see Cutny. Cutny hung onto the window glass with a pair of eyeballs and a set of two hand prints as his short frame could not see any of the green tinted foggy mist or the golden sands of an island between the elbows of the taller scientists. Armus turned back to see the television screen and narrowed the eyelids, studying the female on top of the disserting table with a soft whisper. “Cassium!” He spun around with a sneer and dashed ahead to Cutny, reaching out, jerking the short male away from the glass window and pulled the face of Cutny into a growl. “Cassium is here. Why is my wife here in Miami? Why is my wife on that television monitor with your wife Willow Slivin?” Cutny smirked into the face of Armus without a spoken word. Armus spun Cutny towards the side wall and moved away from the wall of glass and the gigantic television screen without an interruption from one of the other curious scientists, who continued to snap a set of numerous pictures at the newly formed island. The scientific world was both highly competitive and dangerous cutthroat, always.

Cutny bit the tongue and then bleed between a set of parted lips as Armus lifted the short man six inches up from the carpet and slammed the rear skull into the hard wooden panel with a snarl of angry. Then Armus pulled back both hand and released Cutny. Cutny fell down and landed on top of the carpet both bloody and unconscious.

 

 

1:11 p.m.

1st floor level

The Pit setting

 

 

Cassium could feel the pair of rubber fingers on Slivin as it touched on top of the sensitive skin at the belly button region with a gasp when the knife tip plunged down in her belly button. The metal glided down her tender flesh and as a set of hot sizzling liquid bubbled up from the narrow wound. The hot liquid of her blood proteins and the baby’s amniotic fluid poured over her naked belly while feeling hot, then warmth, and finally cool. The cold air inside the Pit quickly cooled her heated blood liquid. The cool blood liquid tickled her exposed belly skin while traveling down and around the sides of her extended pregnant belly. She giggled and then sobbed with a deep mixture of emotions from happiness, fury, angry, hate, depression, frustration to fear and as the cold blood liquid was puddling along the sides of her waist, both legs, and the rib cage while absorbing into the soft blanket fibers.

She could feel the sliced wound cracking open with surge of gently pressure while feeling no external pain within her new Atlantian body either. The belly skin was shrinking and rolling backwards while leaking huge amounts of her blood and the baby’s amniotic liquid. She could feel her expanded skin of her belly droop and then fall down towards the rib cage and the waist and as the cool air temperature attacked the heated object in the middle of her body.

She lifted up a swollen worried face from the medial cart table.

Her ten tiny pink tinted toe pads faced Cassium which were attached to two crossed pink tinted tiny legs and as her entire body slightly wiggled side to side coming from the cold air in the pit. Her tiny face and her tiny chest were facing up towards the pink tinted ceiling which was blinded from the eyeballs of Cassium, who rested flat on top of the rolling medical cart.

Cassium looked up with a smile to see the gigantic television screen on the side wall which was displaying her baby in an upside pose and who was named Alele. Then she sobbed with a runny nose of snot and cried with numerous blurred tears of sadness. The father of Alele, Armus was missing both the presence and the birth of his daughter, who he loved so much and he had been so protective of his child until now right at the moment.

“Gimme my baby girl, witch! Before, I blow that ugly widow’s peak right off your freaking face,” Armus aimed the hand gun barrel with a sneer at the nose profile inside the face mask of Slivin while seeing the exposed baby inside the ripped open stomach tissue of blood and fluid of his girlfriend Cassium. He had stolen from the pocket of Cutny a skeleton key opening the secret door beside the Men’s Bathroom, after he had shoved Cutny’s ass into the far wall. Inside the conference room, every mouth had dropped open and every eyeball could not depart from the wall of glass windows, where an explosion of a new island landmass had occurred within the Bermuda Triangle sea water which was viewed from the 78th floor penthouse conference room.

Armus had entered through a private elevator beside the Men’s Bathroom and arrived in both style and surprise into a small living room space, where a set of used bed linens and a bed mattress was located behind the Pit wall. He appeared like one of the armed presidential security guys, until he slammed a folded fist into all three of the armed and unaware US military soldiers, who thought he was one of them in a set of regular street clothes. Then, Armus had cracked open the side door leading inside the Pit in time to hear the words coming from the lips of Ms. VP, giving the order to steal all the blood proteins from Cassium. So, he waited and watched as a good soldier until hearing the next set of words. Slivin announced her evil barbaric operation of ripping the unborn baby girl from the womb of Cassium.

Cassium was overdue by two weeks anyways. Therefore, the baby was both happy and healthy while living within the protectively warm cocoon of her mother instead of facing a harsh mean world of earthly beasts. When Slivin was busy slicing open the belly of Cassium, Armus slowly strolled into the operating room unnoticed and waited as the belly skin of Cassium peeled back, exposing his sleepy little infant girl. He moved the cold barrel on the hand gun closer into the nose hairs of Slivin for a death kill and as his free hand shoved the surgical tray into the side wall of glass and out of his way as it sounded with a crash and fell down onto its side. His free hand reached out and stole the soft blanket, draping it across the usual right shooting forearm as he only need one bullet coming from the hand gun to end the wickedly life form of Slivin.

Armus was holding the gun with a left non-shooting hand while watching with a sour frown and a sneer Slivin. “Now, you gently place my baby girl inside this blanket, before I place your brains into that wall.”

Ms. VP reached down and dinged the triangle, bouncing inside the chair beside her assistant while screaming and waving both arms into the air, “Guards! Guards, come in here quickly! Arrest this kidnapper! He’s stealing the child and disrupting the medical operation and taking me hostage. Guards!”

Armus watched Slivin work and yelled out loud to the silly VP. “I’m her daddy, ma’am. Cassium is my wife. Cassium, can you hear me?” He smirked. Slivin gently lifted up the baby and cut off the umbilical cord, which kept the babe stationary inside the womb of Cassium.

Cassium yelled out loud with a smile. “Armus, I love you, good. I’m so sorry,” she sobbed with happiness, relief, angry, fear, and sadness.

“I love you, greater. I’m sorry too. We’re leaving from here. A-le-le is in my arm. She’s beautiful, pink and cute and tiny,” he looked down and smiled at his newborn pink tinted daughter while still aiming the hand gun at the nose of Slivin.

Cassium did not wiggle either the ankle bones or the wrist bones during the medical procedure on top of her belly button and yelled out loud with fear and worry. “Armus, please go first! Go and Get outta of here. You and A-le-le leave…”

He looked up with a worried brow and stared at the exposed belly of blood and organs on Cassium. “Naw! I’m not leaving here without you, Cassium. Can you walk or move? I can’t carry both of you. I got my gun.”

Cassium looked up to see the ceiling with a smile. “And I got my brains. Go, Armus! Please just go! I feel…”

Slivin stood next to the medical cart with a smirk behind the face mask and pointed at the exposed and ripped belly on Cassium. “Ahem. Cassium is healing very, very quickly. Her blood and fluids have leaked out around the baby. Her incision is repairing itself at an incredible speed. Do you feel pain?”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of astonishment while feeling her skin pull and stretch over the exposed wound that came from Slivin like she had never pregnant with a baby. She sneered into the ceiling. “That’s my question to you, Slivin! Do you feel pain? Because I feel great strength, anger, heat, and fury all rolled into one vicious emotion, babe. I’m going to rip your face right off your short torso, sugar,” she wiggled both of the sore wrist bones and the two bruised ankle bones within the set of metal clamps without escaping from the medical cart.

Slivin back stepped from the medical cart with a gasp and then stomped down on the pedal control as the cart lowered down towards the flat floor. Slivin leaped backwards off the flat platform and ran backwards into the wall corner for safety. Armus turned and targeted the cold barrel of the hand gun on Slivin in the wall corner, slowly back stepping from the shifting medial cart, holding his daughter with a soft sneer at Slivin. Slivin stood and shivered within the wall corner still wearing the yellow tinted surgical face mask, the matching gown, and the matching hair cap while pressing the remote control device again. The medical cart with Cassium slowly shifted up into a vertical pose and as Cassium smiled at Armus, hearing a cooing Alele.

Armus smiled at Cassium and held the baby. “Once the cart stops, open the clamps, Slivin. Cassium, you climb down and get onto my shoulder blades and my back spine. You ride on me. Then, I can haul all three of us out of here, out of Miami, out of Bama, and out the USA, if I have too.”

Slivin smirked inside the face mask at the back spine of Armus. “Ahem. Where will you go and hide, Cassium? There is no place safe on planet Earth for that Atlantian, Armus. I will find her again. And I promise you that will happen, again, Cassium.”

Cassium shook the wet sweat and body fluid with a smile from the body. “I feel good like I haven’t had a baby. I can walk out of here beside you, new daddy of our newborn.” The medical cart halted into a vertical pose, but the set of metal clamps was not opened.

Armus held the baby into a chest while hearing her cooing and swung around, aiming the gun into her face mask with a sneer. “Open the damn clamps, now, Slivin!”

Slivin removed the face mask and revealed a set of yellow stained crooked teeth which matched the surgical gear. “No!”

Cassium wiggled both the sore wrists and the bruised ankles side to side inside the metal clamps while sobbing with a set of rolling tears of fear. “Armus, please go now! Take Alele and go right now! Please be safe with her! I love both of you!” She continued to struggle and sob inside each set of locked metal clamps without freeing the limbs for walking or running away from Slivin, the Pit, and the mess.

Armus snarled at Slivin. “Open the damn clamps, witch doctor! Or I’ll kill you deader than a door knob.”

Slivin lifted up and held the remote control devise near a smile. “Ahem. You cannot save the world or the young babe, sir. You are not an Atlantian. She is. You can leave with my permission, before the hand guns blow your face right off your handsome tallness.” Armus turned with a gasp to see an open side door within the Pit which was filled with a row of alert US military soldiers, who held and pointed a cold gun barrel at his body.

Cassium exhaled with a puff of fear and turned to see the audience of bouncing bodies without the audio sound, looking up to see the television screen of the gun barrels at Armus and Alele, yelling out loud with horror. “Go, Armus! Raise our child! I love you and her. Please be safe and happy! I will be fine and…”

Armus turned with a worried brow to see Cassium, pointing the cold barrel of his gun at her body. “Naw! I’ll blow all the clamps off first. Then, you climb and get onto my back for transportation second. Three, we are leaving here, all three of us. Slivin rat-tattled to me that you can save the world. You’re the grand prize that she greatly desires. Therefore, Slivin will not harm you, Cassium. So, we leave here and her…”

Slivin shook the surgical cap with a gasp. “Ahem. You will carelessly kill her. Please drop your gun! You and the babe can swiftly walk out of here without harm,” she turned with a sneer to see the row of soldiers, waving a surgical glove in the air. “Ahem. Shoo there! Get away from the door, warriors. This is the only exit point out from the Pit operating theater.” Each soldier obeyed and slid back against the side wall, forming a parting foot path for Armus.

Armus aimed the cold barrel with a stern face at the first metal clamp near the wrist bone of Cassium. “Slide your right hand away from the metal as far as you can, Cassium. I’ll shoot the right clamp off first. I’m an ace shot. You know that!”

Cassium exhaled with a puff of worry while sobbing with tears. “I know that. So, kill me, Armus! I don’t wanna be a lab rat. Shoot me in the heart! You can do this please…”

“Naw!” Armus dropped his lips and his gun, looking up to see Cassium with a worried brow while cuddling Alele into his chest, “Naw.”

Slivin stomped ahead and waved both arms with a scream. “No! Do not harm her! Don’t! Do not kill her!” Armus lifted up with a stern face and aimed the hand gun at the low clamp again as the baby cooed within his folded arm.

Cassium exhaled with a puff of worry while sobbing with tears at her baby. “Please, I love you. I don’t wanna be a lab rat. They’ll suck my blood like a vampire for years, decades, centuries, until I…”

Slivin stomped both shoes and waved both arms in the air with a scream of worry. “No! Do not harm her! You love her. You can see her every day, unless you murder your own wife.”

Armus shook a skull with worry, “No, honey! We have a baby. You’re her mama. I’m her daddy,” he aimed the gun at the metal clamp with a shaky hand and hesitated for a few seconds, exhaling with a huff of worry, nervousness, and fear.

Slivin moved ahead from the wall corner with a snort and stopped, standing beside the nose profile of Armus and reached out, patting his gun. She removed the weapon. Armus was too shocked about the life of Cassium dying or living today at the moment. Slivin smirked. “Ahem. We have all won today. Cassium will save the world. Armus and their daughter Alele will live here in Miami too near the genetics laboratory, of course. So, it is a happy ending for everyone.” Cassium continued to wiggle each arching limb inside each metal clamp while sobbing and staring at Armus. Slivin reached out and slipped the gun to one of the soldiers and as Armus sobbed with tear and cuddled their newborn baby into a nose bridge while feeling helpless and afraid.

Cassium continued to wiggle each trapped limb and yelled out loud in fear. “No! No! No! I don’t wanna be a lab rat. Please shoot me, Armus! Please, end the unhappy moment for me. Please someone help me!” A yellow beam appeared and melted the lower portion of the wall of glass coming from inside the auditorium space and then the yellow beam disappeared. A second yellow beam soared through the air coming from the auditorium space and hit the right metal clamp on the wrist bone of Cassium and then disappeared as the hot steel metal melted. She pulled the wrist bone free with a gasp. A third yellow bean soared through the air waves coming from the auditorium and hit, attacking her left wrist bone with freedom. Then, a fourth and fifth yellow beam soared one at a time through the air waves coming from the auditorium space and then melted the two ankle clamps and as Cassium tumbled free and dropped down toward the hard floor with the Pit.

A tall, blonde haired, well-muscled, and dark-skinned male appeared and caught Cassium within his arm while smiling with a wink into her face. “Are you okay, dear?”

She gasped at his smiling face, “Granddaddy Deme!”

Granddaddy Deme hugged Cassium into a chest and turned to face the television screen on the side wall with a smile. “Attention, world! The sixth chromosome on the human body when it is mutated causes multiple scoliosis or MS. The degenerated genetic disorder affects four million humans including children always. And the four million humans live on this planet always.”

Armus cuddled his baby between the tears and sobs with a worried brow. “No one cares, Granddaddy! But thanks for coming for our rescue anyways!”

Granddaddy Deme smiled into the television screen. “A medical physician will tell you that the cause of multiple scoliosis unknown but genetically, immunological, and environmental factors play a part of the inception of the degeneration nerves of your central nervous system.”

Slivin moved ahead from the wall and stood in front of the television screen, jabbing a finger at the elderly Deme with a stern face. “Do not listen to this madman! There are modern day medications that have been approved by the US Federal Drug Administration for successful treatment of your MS including an infusion into the skin or an injected syringe needle into your muscle tissue. However, each drug therapy is risky with its own set of adverse events and intolerance of the medication…”

Armus continued to cuddle the baby while wiping the tears of joy and sadness. “Stuff it, Slivin! Go ahead, Granddaddy!”

Granddaddy Deme leaned over with a whisper and a smile into the cheekbone of Cassium. “The purpose of an allele program was to identify the geographical origins of the subject, where their historical ancestors had lived and thrived, and in turn, the location hopefully led to solving one or more of their genetic disorders. Billionaire and asshole Granth had only scratched the surface of the massive wicked benefit of his allele computer program in tracking down the entire population of Atlantians. I suspect that you have already perceived the new benefit of identifying an associated genetic disease with a selected chromosome, for example multiple scoliosis. I’m going to share a little secret. The MS gene mutation identifies all living and breathing Atlantians.”

She frowned. “Impossible!”

Granddaddy Deme turned with a smile to see the television screen. “If you possess the MS mutation gene or if you are vitamin D deficient, then you are a true Atlantian. Please come and join me here in the seaside city of Miami within the US State of Florida! Right here, this building is called the Miami Genetics Science Center. There is a ferry boat for you. The boat will take you to our new home of Atlantis.”

She gasped. “The island of Atlantis is true.”

He turned and whispered into her face again. “Atlantis has risen up from her watery grave.” He turned back to see the television screen and as it shut off into blackness. He lifted up and aimed a baby blue colored cylinder at the black dead screen. The television plasma reactivated. He growled into the screen. “Please do not believe your government scientists! Please come to Miami as soon as you can! The end!” A yellow beam emitted from the baby blue cylinder towards the first television screen, melting it. “Watch out below as them sailors roar,” he waved with a smile to his grandson. “Armus, come over here, son. Get you and the baby away from that ugly witch doctor,” he turned with a sneer to Slivin. Slivin back stepped from Deme with a gasp and waved a hand towards the row of military soldiers, who slowly moved ahead towards the group of strangers.

Armus moved ahead and rocked the baby, stopping and stood beside his granddaddy. Elderly Deme reached out and wrapped an arm around his grandson and looked down with a smile at the baby. Armus exhaled. “Granddaddy, why are you here in Miami? And where is your walker? Who are you? What has happened? What are you?”

Granddaddy Deme wrapped the other arm around Cassium still smiling down at his wiggling and cooing great granddaughter. “Awe! A-le-le is going to look like her pretty mama but smell like her stinky daddy.” He released both arms from Armus and Cassium and spun to see the side door within the Pit while shaking a skull and flipped the cylinder from a right shooting hand into a naked left palm. He aimed the cylinder weapon at the group of young soldiers, who had guns. “Naw, now, sonny! I’m an old vet from World War One. I learneth to shoot first then to surviveth second. Now, you just lower your death weapons and ya’ll live to be my golden age. This thing carries a powerful whack of unlimited energy,” he turned and aimed the cylinder at the second television screen on the forward wall above the hair roots of Ms. VP, firing out a new yellow ray at the plasma.

The metal, the glass, parts of the wall, and some of their hair roots all sizzled and melted into a puddle of goo as Ms. VP screamed with fear and stood upright from the chair, running down the steps, shoving the soldiers to the side and moved through the side door to the rear chamber.

Granddaddy Deme chuckled at the scene. “Let’s get out of here and ya’ll to safety.”

Cassium whispered for her ears only. “There is no safe place for me.” Granddaddy Deme turned and led Cassium and Arum towards a big jagged non-burning hole within the wall of glass that had been caused by the Atlantis keye.

Armus slowly moved ahead towards the opening with a puzzled brow while rocking the baby. “What had happened to you, Granddaddy? Why are you here to Miami, Florida?”

The auditorium space was still full of people.

Elderly Deme ducked down and scooted through the opening, standing upright to face a small gang of cussing and shouting mod of angry people, who offered a fist fight with him. Deme lifted up the cylinder with a smile and shot out a new yellow beam racing it straight across each skull without sizzling a brain cell. The gang of nasty humans swiftly back stepped and shuffled away from Deme, Armus, and Cassium. Deme slowly led ahead and moved between Armus and Cassium over a dirty floor and into the bright lights towards the exit door. He smiled with a chuckle. “I suddenly started having a series of aching headaches and hearing music like a set of humming bird sounds. I thought my ear wax was ringing, so I want to my crabby physician. My physician told me that I was just old and aged probably dead within six weeks or so. Hog wash! Then, the humming bird sounds turned into a set of musical spoken words and then the set of words turned into a proper noun. I heard the proper noun: Miami. Being an American, I knew where the US State of Florida was located. So, I told your mom and being a national sweetheart, she drove me and her to Miami, Florida.”

Armus looked down and rocked the baby with a smile. “My mom is here in Miami with you.”

Granddaddy Deme nodded with a smile. “Yeah! She is at the hotel watching this mess on the television set like the other silly six billion or so peoples. Anyways, I got here. The words changed into a proper name: Molten. Shoot fire! I found and called every Molten from the Miami telephone book. Thank gosh! There are only four of them names. Then I hopped a taxi cab and landed on Brickell Avenue, after investigating the other three names, who didn’t know me. At the guardhouse, I told the guard that I was visiting Mr. Molten.

“ Holy cow! The taxi cabbie dropped me off at the ground level and then the guard sent me right up to the rooftop. I wobbled on my old aluminum walker out from the elevator, then onto the top flooring of wood. Strange! As I got closer to the far door on the left, I was hearing some more words get louder inside my head. Atlantis. I entered this square shaped room which was filled with other folks too. I mean nice looking folks who were tall, blonde- haired, well muscled, and dark-skinned like a family reunion or something. One of the nice young ladies smiled and nodded to me and then touched my arm. She nodded to one of the younger boys. He lifted me up from the floor, carrying me across his shoulders up the fire escape stairs. Then we exited out at the swimming pool patio on the rooftop. It was hot from the sunshine and empty of folks too.

“He assisted me towards a blue colored cylinder. He pointed at it, helping me to squat down. When I touched this cylinder, I became well upright and whole again. And I feel great, young, strong,” he lifted up and blasted a new yellow ray coming from the cylinder at another gang of vicious people. “I walked back down the stairs, sitting inside the living room with the other newly morphed people. They were young, middle-aged, old, children, and some infants. When one person switched on the television, I saw your entire discussion meeting and Cassium, recognizing her. Then, I understood what you had done and you had sacrificed to save all the Atlantians. O! Just to update ya’ll. Once the landmass had permanently settled upon the ocean waters within the Bermuda Triangle, the cylinder stopped transmitting that visible yellow beam which could only be seem with a set of Atlantian eyeballs. I grabbed the blue tinted cylinder and then reloaded with all these precious sea pearls, thus learning a new weapon too.” He led them towards a side door within the lobby and stopped, turning with a smile to see Armus. “Call your mom, Armus! Tell her to come to the Miami Genetics Science Center on Brickell Avenue and run every red light to save time! We have to go soon.” Armus stopped with a nod to his grandfather in silence and handed Alele to Cassium.

Cassium accepted and lifted up, kissing the tiny pink tinted cheekbone of her baby and as Alele cooed and smiled back at her mother. Cassium hugged and smell the sweet baby sweat flowing into the nostrils, swaying a body side to side with happiness of motherhood and the love of her baby and her boyfriend.

Armus punched the buttons and lifted up the mobile telephone with a smile, talking to his mother.

Granddaddy Deme reached out and gently shoved Cassium with the baby towards a side door inside the Pit ground floor with a smile into her cheekbone. “My proper name is Thorium. Did you know that, Cassium?”

 

 

Genetics Building sideway and boat dock

Hot sizzling temperatures with bright sunshine

with six miles per hour winds

 

 

Cassium moved ahead with Deme and continued to smile down at the baby. “No.”

Thorium and Cassium left Armus behind inside the lobby as he continued to talk with him mother providing driving directions on the mobile telephone.

Thorium stopped and reached out, opening the door into a ray of bright sunlight.

Cassium stopped and stood inside the archway, cuddling Alele to the breasts, looking up with a gasp at the outside world. A triangle point of wavering and flowing greenish fog drifted up into the white clouds and beyond. She narrowed the eyelashes into the fog with her new pair of Atlantian eyeballs, where a triangle landscape of tan colored sand stood.

Thorium gently shoved her with the baby through the archway and towards the side of the building while studying the green mist. “Cassium, this is the new land of Atlantis.”

“What?” She moved ahead and continued to stare at green fog and the tan sand and as Alele continued to coo within her arms. She lifted up and cuddled the soft skull of Alele into the neck while caressing the naked back spine of the baby that was so soft and so tiny.

Thorium continued to move ahead and exhaled with a huff of worry, lifting up, pointing down at the cylinder. “After I touched the cylinder, all the facts flashed before my eyeballs along with the other morphed humans here in Miami. The cylinder is like a laptop of words plus a tape recorder of words, and a cell phone of pictures. I saw everything. Mrs. Weiss selected you and sent you on a vital mission to save all the Atlantians. She had gotten too old to perform her task. And Mrs. Weiss was frightened of Granth Meath. He was kinda known among our kind for decades and decades and decades. We hid out for safety but had to communicate with each other for survival. Or each one of us would just explode ending our Atlantian legacy, thus our permanent existence. We are humans, too. We have the right to survive, too.”

“Uh huh!” She moved ahead with Deme and smiled down at the baby and as Alele cooed and smiled back at her mother. She touched the soft little hands and caressed the tiny little finger pads with a smile. Thorium led Cassium with the baby towards the shoreline, where a long ferry boat was docked and wet in dripping water and green algae while floating on top of the calm waves. The boat was being loaded with people, who strolled in a walker or a walking cane or a wheelchairs or upright on two legs.

Thorium pointed with a smile at the greenish fog. “This is the new landmass of Atlantis for all Atlantians, Cassium. You are now an Atlantian too.”

She smiled down at the baby. “I feel both strange and proud as an Atlantian. A few minutes ago, I was going to be a lab rat for Slivin. She is a mean woman,” she hugged and kissed the pink cheekbones on the baby and as Alele cooed and smiled back at her mother.

Thorium stared at the boat dock and turned with a sad frown to see the nose profile of Cassium. “Cassium, the humans can’t understand what has happened to us. And we can’t explain it either. And we can’t live with the humans anymore. Your worldwide presentation on television is very clear about the human’s primary purpose. Dr. Slivin is an intelligence woman. She is correct. Our blood proteins have been actually preserved within our pure gene pool without any type of mutation, back 5,000 years ago. Therefore, each and every Atlantian is in danger including you…”

“And Alele,” she caressed the naked tummy of the baby which was so soft and so tiny, smiling with a giggle down at the baby. Alele cooed and kicked the tiny feet and both folded tiny hands in the air at her mother which was so sweet. Thorium reached out and firmly grabbed the forearm of Cassium while leading them down towards the edge of the water, where a set of three big cloth tents stood with numerous upright people.

One tent extended from the wall of building towards the ferry ramp as numerous groups of people flowed in a steady pace into an overcrowded ferry boat. A second tent was on the other side of the building with a set of numerous food and beverage tables as the people gathered and talked in scattered huddles at the table or stood in a group. A third tent held a set of long benches which were almost empty.

Thorium led Cassium with the baby underneath the third tent while guiding her to sit down on top of the bench. Cassium stopped near the bench and cuddle the baby with a giggle while caressing the soft baby body as Alele cooed into the eardrum of her mother. Thorium exhaled with a huff of concern. “Cassium, it is almost time for both of us to leave out for the island of Atlantis.”

“Okay,” she continued to smile and caress the baby and as Alele cooed into the eardrum of her mother.

Armus slowly jogged towards the tent and slid underneath the fabric while holding the hand of his mother, leading the parents of Cassium and stopped behind the rear skull of Cassium. He leaned down with a sigh and a whisper into her eardrum. “Cassium, I accidentally brought some other company. I’m sorry.”

Cassium spun around with a smile to see her parents and then growled in angry and fury. They stood at the end of the long bench with a smile. Armus slid down on top of the long bench next to Cassium with a stern face, reaching out, taking the baby from her hands. She stood upright from the bench and waved both arms with an angry shout out at her parents, “A very noble cause, indeed! You sacrificed me for the freaking world, Mama. I’m a person, an individual, a being with thoughts, opinions, and a set of good table manners. And I’m your only daughter,” she continued to wave the arms and sneer at her parents.

Her mother moved forward to Cassium, extending both arms for a hug with a smile. “We didn’t want to see you harmed.”

Cassium stomped both the naked feet when she had been forced to remove her shoes, before she had been forced and chained onto the rolling medical cart. She exhaled with a puff of angry, spitting out mouth salvia, missing the face of her mother, not purposefully. “They can’t harm or touch me. But you sure did. I’m something different now. I don’t know how or why.”

A tall, slender blonde haired, dark skinned female moved ahead and stopped, standing beside Cassium, turning with a smile to see the nose profile of Cassium. “Hi there, Cassium! I used to be a medical physician as a human and now an Atlantian. I watched your performance on television and would be happy to explain your morphology. I understand. When you became pregnant, you were only a human and the baby’s father was human. Therefore, you and he conceived a beautiful little fetus inside your womb. Now, I also understand that Mrs. Weiss was celebrating her day of birth, when you met. And you and she exchanged with her wet tears. You are a geneticist too. The exchange of bodily fluids usually does and always increases a body’s chance of catching something, like the common cold.

“In your case, you did get the Atlantian curse as we dub it through Mrs. Weiss’ tears. You were carrying a healthy fetus inside your womb. Your motherly body will give up all its immunity protection for the fetus when the fetus is in distress or being attacked by a virus like the flu bug. Mrs. Weiss’ tears were a foreign infection inside your human body. Therefore, all your red blood cells were discharged and ordered to surround the fetus, not you. Sometimes, a mom-to-be will catch the common cold, because all the antibodies are protecting the fetus. So, your body attacked and lost to the infection, thus your cells absorbed the Atlantian mutation. Then, your DNA code rewrote your chromosome patterns which altered your 30,000 genes over a very slow process that you didn’t realize was happening. Then, the human-you was changing into the Atlantian-you. Your body had no choice either passing along the Atlantian curse to the fetus or to the hostess. In your case, the hostess won it all,” she smiled with a nod.

Cassium exhaled with a puff of worry and looked down to see the naked feet, looking up to see the physician, then her baby, and finally to see Armus with a sob. “Alele is not an Atlantian.”

Armus cuddled the baby with a sour frown of angry. “Wait a damn minute here! Come over here to me, Cassium. You ain’t going anywhere. We’re leaving for home to Birmingham right now. We have a job and a house. We just pretend to be a loving human family, raising our human daughter, together. The happy ending for us!”

Thorium shook a new set of shoulder length blonde locks with a sour frown to his grandson. “I am sorry, Armus. Cassium can chose to live in Birmingham or any other place on the world. However, the evil witch doctors of the world will pursue and eventually prevail over both your hand gun and your stubbornness while maybe killing you and Alele in the process. Cassium is the grand prize here. Her blood is like my blood which can save this world of genetic disorders and diseases.”

The mother of Cassium moved closer to Cassium with a smile. “Then, do that, Cassium.”

Cassium turned with a lady sneer to see her mother. “Do that! That is not your decision or his decision or anyone decision to extend a human life for 1,000 years. That belongs to another supernatural entity totally. You can’t have my blood, because you wanna live for 1,000 years, Mama.”

Thorium turned with a sour frown to see the mother of Cassium also. “Cassium is correct. The stubborn Atlantians of 5,000 years ago bypassed the Great Flood and survived. However, living on another foreign landscape around the globe, our genetic makeup experienced a flaw within the sixth chromosome when our body became depleted with vitamin D which came directly from a brightly lit sun of the southern hemisphere. Our ancestors lived and thrived in a happy lifestyle in the hot sizzling sunlight and harsh ocean winds of south Florida which is near Key West, thus our genes lived and thrived in a happier lifestyle. The Atlantians were given the tools to raise the landmass in the Bermuda Triangle, centuries ago. However, they didn’t know how to accomplish that task, since most of the whale pods were composed of young adults, young teens, and younger children. Over the centuries, the children grew into an adult acquiring both knowledge and wisdom in each generation without being hunted down like a herd of wild animals. There have been other Granth’s and Slivin’s within our hidden past, ya’ll. Now, our culture has been exposed to survive in a new time and a new land all thanks to Cassium,” he reached out and patted Cassium on the collar bone with a smile.

Cassium turned and sobbed to Thorium, shaking the curls. “I don’t wanna be an Atlantian. Can’t you turn me back into a human?”

The female Atlantian stood beside Cassium, shaking the long blonde curl with a sad frown. “I’m so sorry, Cassium. You, by chance, not choice, got lucky, girlfriend. All the Atlantians possess a flawed sixth chromosome which is sufficient of the vitamin D mineral inside their individual body chemistry. I have been double checking each human chromosome pattern with this pretty baby blue colored cylinder. This devise is not just a deadly weapon, but a medical devise too,” she lifted up and aimed the cylinder at the healed stomach flesh of Cassium and as the cylinder sung with a soft tune. She smiled to Cassium. “The cylinder hums with a sweet note when it encounters a true Atlantian. Now, if I were to aim it at your husband,” she shifted over and aimed the cylinder at Armus, shaking the curls with a frown. “There is no humming song. He is human. This is how I know which human has been selected to enter the creepy green foggy mist.”

Armus stood upright from the bench and hugged Cassium with a chuckle. “The genetic drift is strong here.”

Cassium reached out and slapped his arms with a giggle. “Stop it!”

Thorium reached out and patted the naked arm of the female Atlantian and then a smile at Cassium. “Thank you, doctor! Cassium, there is another flaw, if you wish. That green fog is methane gas, not harmful to us, only humans. It will melt the human skin within seconds. Therefore, once you walk into Atlantis, you will never return back here to Miami or Birmingham or any other grassy soil. Atlantis is only the single landscape of sandy tan sand. We all possess the knowledge of building sand castles and retrieving pockets of fresh water below the sandy surface and plenty of sea waters for hunting fish and shellfish. Everything has been provided again for us. The green creepy fog works two ways. It protects us and keeps the humans out. I haven’t been inside either. I am waiting for you to decide.”

“Cassium!” The mother of Cassium slapped a hand over the throat with a gasp. “You mean to say that I will never see her again.”

Thorium turned with a sour frown to see the mother of Cassium. “That is correct. Never! Once we leave, we live there forever, until our last days of our new life. We are Atlantians, the found city of Atlantis.”

The father of Cassium turned and stared at the green fog and then at Cassium while shaking a skull with a sad tone. “Didn’t go inside the green fog, Cassium! Then, you and the baby can live with us in Huntsville.”

Armus turned with a sneer to see the father of Cassium. “Excuse me! Alele is my daughter, sir.”

The mother of Cassium turned with a lady sneer to see Armus. “You are not married to my daughter, sir. She had that baby out of wedlock. Therefore, if Cassium doesn’t come back home with us, then we’re taking her baby. Her baby is human, my human grandchild like me.”

The mother of Armus moved closer into the huddle, turning with a lady sneer to see the nose profile of Cassium’s mother. “Human! What a funny word coming for you? I saw your ugly face which doesn’t look like your pretty daughter on the television screen, ya southern fried witch. You tossed your only child to the villains, the world of monsters and beasts. Huh! Now, I understand why,” she turned with a sour frown to see her son. “She wants the baby to rise as her own child, since she has lost her daughter as a bad mama witch.” She turned with a lady growl to the mother of Cassium again while shaking the curls. “No! That is not happening, ya southern fried witch. Armus is her daddy and I am his mama. And I am helping to raise his daughter and my granddaughter with my son within the city of Birmingham. And if you wanna be a part of that, then you either move your fat fanny back down to Birmingham or come and visit up there, once per year,” she laughed with a nod.

The mom of Cassium moved closer and stood in the front of the mom of Armus, bad breathing with a lady sneer. “Once per year, I am not seeing my granddaughter only one time within a calendar year. They’re not married. Therefore, I am the legal mama of that baby here within the forty-eight continental United States. Cassium can’t live with the other humans. She needs to stay inside Atlantis for her safety.”

Cassium lifted both palms with a stern face. “Mama, please not here and now!” The mom of Cassium turned with a fake smile to see her daughter. Cassium exhaled with a puff of worry and turning with sad pout to see Armus while flooding a face with tears of sadness, “Armus!”

The mother of Armus whipped out her personal mobile telephone and looked down, punching a set of numbers on the keyboard with a lady sneer. “I will see you in a court of law, since that baby belongs with her daddy, not with a southern fried witch. I’m calling my lawyer right now, right here. I will get a custody hearing tomorrow, before you can close the ugly weather beaten garage door on your house, tonight.”

The mother of Cassium pulled out and punched numbers on the mobile telephone too with a lady sneer. “I’m calling the best law firm in Huntsville, beating you to the courtroom, sugar. I’m the maternal mama here. The baby’s real mama is in danger which makes me, the child’s guardian.”

Both the mothers of Cassium and Armus moved away from the tent and strolled into the sunshine, shoving on each other while talking on an individual mobile telephone to their respective lawyer.

The father of Cassium exhaled with a huff of worry and shook a skull with a worried brow at his daughter. “This is suicide, Cassium. The US military or another foreign military will drop a set of deadly bombs over your head. You won’t survive. Then, you’ll die like the rest of the Atlantians within the boiling sea water. You’re better off volunteering your strange blood, once per week to the US Federal Government,” he nodded with a smile. “Then, you and the baby can live with us in Huntsville.”

The POTUSA moved ahead and stopped, standing underneath the shaded tent, shouldering a golf club with a smile. He was surrounded by Ms. VP in the set of melted rose-tinted robes and Dr. Slivin in the yellow robes. Captain Cutny presented with a pair of busted lips and a blacken eye socket, sneering at Armus. The POTUSA smiled at the father of Cassium. “Sir, we tried dropping our military bombs down into the green fog. The fog disoriented both the ship and the plane’s cockpit instrumentation. Therefore, the newly formed island landmass is safe, secure, and protected from any outside invaders like us, the United States of America.” He turned with a smile to see Cassium. “However, I concur with your biological father, Cassium. You should take that good deal. You give us some blood over your long life of hundred years and live out your reminding happy days with your biological family, including your newborn daughter,” he looked down to see her baby. Armus swung away from the POTUSA with his daughter and all the staring eyeballs, moving into the sunlight, rocking the newborn as Alele cooed and smiled back at her father.

Cassium inhaled with a puff of annoyance while gathering up her thoughts and spat a mouthful of salvia onto the nose bridge of the POTUSA. “Chew on my spit, sir! Hopefully, you’ll live to be 101 years old. I’m not giving you one tiny teardrop of my blood ever,” she spun around with a sneer and moved ahead towards Armus and the baby, reaching out, dragging them far away from the POTUSA and the others. The father of Cassium back stepped from the POTUSA and moved ahead to stand with his wife in the sunshine. Armus cuddled Cassium. She sobbed with tears and reached down, caressing the tiny baby toes. Their baby Alele was sleeping so sweetly within his arms. She wiped off the set of rolling tears from both eyelashes and the cheekbones, whispering into his cheekbone. “I don’t know what to do, Armus.”

Armus exhaled with a huff of worry. “You decide what to do. I’ll support you. Or I’ll fight for you. But either way, I love you good.”

She sobbed and wiped more sad tears. “I love you greater. You decide what I should do, Armus. I will do what you ever decide.”

He shook a skull. “You decide for us what to do, Cassium.”

She continued to sob and wiped off more sad tears. “I don’t particular like my mama now, but she said it right. If I stay and if we run around the globe while being chased, Alele could be hurt or even killed and then we both would be sad, angry, and depressed. She represents everything that I love about you and everything we have been though for the past nine months.”

Armus leaned over and hugged Cassium while sobbing with his own set of tears. “I…would die for you.”

She continued to sob and wiped off more sad tears. “I would die for you too.”

He looked down with the wet tears and a sad pout to see his daughter Alele. “But, I don’t want A-le-le to die for either of us. Her little life has just started.”

“Me, too!” She nodded with sobs and tears. “I must leave. I must go into the new island of Atlantis and be safe in there. Or I’ll be chased the captured and then…”

Armus turned with a sneer to see the POTUSA. The POTUSA rocked back and forth with a nod to Armus. Armus looked with a sad frown to see Cassium, “Ah now! You must leave too. You’ll be safe in Atlantis too. And I wanna you to meet another man.”

She shook the curls and sobbed with tears, whispering. “No!”

He continued to sob with more tears of sadness too. “Yes! You have my permission to move on, in there. You can’t be alone, in there. Atlantis is a one-people community, in there. I want you to be happy, in there. I will miss you, so much, but I have our tiny sweet Alele, out here. She’s so beautiful. She looks like you, her little button nose, her long slender fingers. Every day, Alele will remind me of you. I’ll never forget you and our fun-filled short lived nine months together. I’ll always love you, Cassium.” She leaned over and kissed his lips, hugging Armus. They both shared their tears and their lips, rocking their baby Alele within their arms. Then, she pulled back with sobs and tears of sadness.

Thorium appeared behind the back spine of Cassium with a stern face and reached out, tenderly touching Cassium on the collar bone with a sad frown. “It is time to go! We must leave now!” He back stepped from Cassium and spun around with a sigh, moving ahead towards the overcrowded ferry boat with a new purpose.

She sighed with sadness also. Armus reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. They spun around in silence and quietly moved with sadness towards the docked ferry boat. The parents of Cassium and the mother of Armus stood at the rear on the docked ferry boat. Armus and Cassium stopped and stood in front of her parents and the mother of Armus in silence. Armus continued to cuddle Alele and Cassium with a sad face. Cassium continued to sob with tears, reaching down, caressing the set of pink tinted little toes and the two tiny little balls of folded hands of Alele while hugging onto Armus in silence.

The ferry ride was docked on top of 2,000 feet of swift moving seawater in the form of rough waves coming from the sudden formation of new shoreline land which was located off the coast of Miami. The ferry boat was filled with an assortment of humans. Some humans sat inside a wheelchair or stood upright with a walker. There were numerous young children, teenagers, and varied adults from young and elderly plus each departing soon-to-be individual Atlantian family member.

From the front of the boat, the female Atlantian moved ahead with a smile and stopped, standing beside the nose profile of Thorium, staring at the crowds on the building. “This is the last load of Atlantians, Thorium. We’re ready to launch from the building and sail towards Atlantis.”

Thorium turned with a stern face and nodded to her. “Please go and tell the human pilot to leave the dry dock and slam into the sandy edge of the island immediately! We all will jump off from the ferry boat and land down into the ankle-deep calm sea water, trucking through the green methane fog for our safety.” The female Atlantian physician nodded to him in silence with a grin and back stepped, waving with both arms in the air towards the front of the ferry boat.

Armus looked up with a sad face to see his granddaddy. “Granddaddy, do I need to depart from the ferry boat now?”

Thorium shook a set of shoulder lengthy blonde locks with a sad face too, “No, that is not necessary, grandson. There are other biological human families, who wish a good bye and a good cheer for the departing loved one also. And the sea pilot is human. He has offered to sail us to freedom. Then, the boat pilot will drive the ferry boat in the reverse direction back towards the dry dock of the science center building. The distance is 2,000 feet of small swells and rough seas. But grandson, you will have one final goodbye. Armus, you are both very brave and courageous for allowing your wife her freedom from fear.” The ferry ride jolted away from the dock and then sailed forward over 2,000 feet swift moving seawater in the form of rough waves coming from the sudden formation of new shoreline land which was located off the shoreline.

Cassium continued to smile and stroke the tiny feet, the tiny hands, the naked tummy, and the tiny forehead of her baby as Alele slept in peace. Sometimes, Alele would stretch each limb with a mew kitten sound as Cassium continue to smile and sob with tears of sadness while leaving her newborn human girl forever to enter into the island of Atlantis. She expanded the five tiny fingers as Alele gently reached out and grabbed the mature finger of Cassium, making them one while sobbed with rolling tears of sadness.

Armus exhaled with huff of sadness and worry, nodding to Thorium, rocking Alele within his arms. “I wanna fight for Cassium, but I can’t fight an entire world while carrying a tiny newborn on my back spine. We both fear for Alele’s tiny life.”

Thorium reached up and patted the collar bone of Armus with a nod and a smile. “You are also a young wise man, son. No fear! Alele and you are quite safe here within the boundaries of the USA. Enjoy your long fruitful life, Armus!” He leaned and hugged his grandson, pulling back with his own set of tears of sadness. “I will miss you, too.” The ferry ride jolted away from the dock and then sailed forward over 2,000 feet swift moving seawater in the form of rough waves coming from the sudden formation of new shoreline land which was located off the shoreline.

On top of the sidewalk of the building, the POTUSA scooted ahead and stopped on the edge of the smooth concrete, since he had not been allowed to board the ferry. He was surrounded by Ms. VP, Slivin, and Cutny. He yelled out loud with a smile. “I can find me more Atlantians, Thorium. I can find me my own set of blood proteins which will extend the life of human for 1,000 years or more too. You might have taken the last of them here today on this battered shoreline, but there will be more. I am quite sure that Mother Nature will keep filling up an empty cup.”

Thorium spun around from Armus with a growl and dashed ahead, stopping at the rear of the ferry boat, yelling in fury, waving both arms in the air at the POTUSA. “Yes! There will be more Atlantians. Yes! And a loving biological human mother will always sacrifice herself for her baby to live and thrive within Atlantis for many happy and healthy years like Cassium, who is doing the opposite here today, right now. Yes! There will be more Atlantians coming right here to this dry dock, but I’ll warn you, Mr. POTUSA, right here and right now. These Atlantians will be armed and will kill you dead,” he swung around from the rear railing with a laugh into the mother of Armus, leaning down, whispering into her red swollen face of sadness.

Cassium released the tiny hand of Alele with a sad sigh and stood upright to see her parents. She leaned over and hugged both her parents, pulling back with a stern face. “This is good bye, Mama and Daddy. Thank you for everything! Alele is living with Armus, her biological daddy. I’m quite sure any USA federal judge will agree with her biological father Armus. Please don’t make his life misery, Mama!” The mother of Cassium reached over and hugged her daughter, nodding in silence, wearing a set of rolling tears too, pulling with a fake smile. The ferry boat stalled with a jerk and slowed over the rough waves of seawater.

The parents of Cassium scooted to the side within the rear of the ferry boat, getting away from the sour puss mother of Armus, bumping a pair of heads with a face of tears and whispers of sadness. The pilot guided the boat towards the tiny sandbar which was surrounded with a wall of green tinted fog and then stopped the vessel right before the tan colored sandbars without beaching the ferry boat. Some of the excited and bold Atlantians leaped off from the ferry boat and down in the seawater, moving ahead, disappearing into the wall of green fog of methane.

Cassium reached over and grabbed the arm of Armus, hugging him and the baby with a new set of tears, back stepping them from her parents, shuffling backwards away from the rear of the ferry boat. Cassium planned to hold on to his heated body, until she fell off the boat and down into the cold Atlantic Ocean waters. Then she would become a new Atlantian, not an old human. She sobbed with more tears and touched his wet cheekbone, slowly back stepping away from the rear of boat and around each huddle of other humans with a soft whisper into his eardrum. “I love you.”

He sobbed with his set of wet tears and held both Cassium and Alele with a soft whisper. “I love you.” More of the Atlantians shared a good bye and then spun around, moving ahead, jumping off the lip of ferry boat as each new Atlantian moved ahead into the green mist.

Cassium continued to sob and touch his cheekbone while slowly back stepping them away from the rear of the boat with a soft whisper. “I love you.”

He continued to sob and touch her cheekbone while hugging both Cassium and Alele. “I love you.”

She continued to sob and touch his cheekbone while slowly back stepping them away from rear of the ferry boat with a soft whisper. “I love you.”

He continued to sob and touch her cheekbone while hugging both Cassium and Alele. “I love you.”

Then, her naked foot hit a set of empty air and as Cassium bounced forward back into his arms while awaking tiny Alele from the nap. She shuffled backwards away from Armus for a second time with a gasp of worry. The tiny cry of Alele sounded so soft and so weak. She looked down with a smile and a sob of tears at her newborn that she would miss so much while living inside Atlantis, looking up with sobs of tears to see his tears also with a soft whisper. “I love you,” she advanced forward and kisses his lips, pulling back with a fake smile and more tears. She side stepped from his body and stood upright and alone with in the naked air while feeling the heated sunlight around a shivering body and side stepped again, spinning around, dropping a body off the deck and down in the cold water of the Atlantic Ocean. Armus moved ahead and stopped, squatting down on both kneecaps, staring into her crying eyes and leaned down, kissing her face over the wooden railing.

Cassium stood upright on a pair of tippy toes inside the ankle-deep salt water. Their tender moment reminded her of their first adventure that travels them towards the island of Key West then. Now, their last adventure had ended here at the new island of Atlantis.

At the wooden railing on top of the ferry boat, Armus pulled away with a sad face. She looked down with a sob of tears to see Alele and as her heart was broken and was never to be repaired. Cassium was not a human anymore by a random chance of bad luck. She was one of the new species of Atlantian which evolved from the lost city of Atlantis that had existed over 5,000 years ago.

On top of the tan colored sands in front of the green mist, Thorium stood upright with a huff of worry while watching Cassium and Armus. He felt sad and happy, moving ahead, hitting the front of the ferry boat. Cassium could both see and feel Thorium near her new Atlantian body. Thorium reached out and gently pulled the arm of Cassium away from the ferry boat rail with a sad frown. “Cassium, I’m so sorry. You’re blocking the exit portal coming from the other Altantians.”

Cassium back splashed within the shallow water with a set of blurry blindness of tears, moving backwards onto the soft tan sands and out of the way from the advancing Atlantians, waving a hand and watched Armus. He stood upright from the deck behind the front railing while rocking their baby back to sleep with a set of blurry blindness from his own tears. Each new Atlantian leaped up from the deck floor and then splashed down into the shallow seawater, dashing away with a smile, disappearing into the wall green tinted fog as each biological family unit of members both cried and waved with a good bye forever.

Armus continued to rock the baby in front of the wooden railing and as the human pilot roared the boat engines. A set of three giant pretty puffs of black smoke drifted up from the rear engine into the air and then a loud explosion sounded with a boom. An array of screaming voices yelled out loud coming from the platform of the ferry boat. The ferry boat reared upright on top of the roaring engine with the front wooden railing almost touching the pale blue skyline as each tumbling passenger fell backwards and then dropped down towards a spinning blade in the engine.

Cassium gasped in alarm. Thorium reached out and tackled her down into the sands. A second explosion sounded with a louder boom. The upright ferry boat erupted in yellow, red, and blue tinted flaming plumes of pretty fire as numerous voices screamed in fear. Thorium stood upright from the sand and raced through the shoreline, swimming down into the seawater for a rescue.

Cassium stood upright from the sand and raced ahead over the sandbar, scanning the calm water with a scream of horror, “Alele. Alele. Alele. Alele,” she dove into the cold water and swam with a head above the water, moving around the set of tiny spluttering fires and yelled out loud, “Armus. Armus. Armus. Armus…”

In the water, Thorium swam back towards the shoreline while dragging two unconscious Atlantians through the heated seawater towards the sand. He stood upright on top of the shallow shoreline and gently dropped the two unconscious bodies over the sand while cussing the POTUSA. Thorium should have expected a sabotage ploy on the ferry boat. He spun around and raced ahead, diving back into the fiery seawater for two more Atlantians. The ferry boat had either drowned each human while it swiftly submerged down into the water. Or the explosive fires had burnt each human into pile of ashes. Or the rotating fan blade had chopped up each human for shark bite. Now, the race human was the fragile and weaker of the newest two species on planet Earth.

Thorium spotted the bobbing skull of black hair in the water and reached out, flipping the body over with a gasp of alarm, “Armus!” He leaned down onto the ashen face of his grandson with worry. “He breathes still.” Thorium tucked Armus in a chest and swam toward the shoreline in the new stronger Atlantian body.

Cassium spotted the wet baby blanket on top of a shallow tan colored sandbar with a gasp of alarm. “No! No! No!” She swam through the water and then crawled up over the sand, sliding towards the edge of the soaked and wet blanket with a pair of shaky hands, gently un-wrapping the baby blanket. The right eyeball was bleeding and the tiny face was bloody on Alele. Cassium leaned down and held her breathe. Alele breathed. She roughly rewrapped the wet blanket and stand upright from the sandbar, tucking Alele into the chest, running across the sandbar towards the shoreline and yelled out loud. “Alele. Alele. Alele…”

On the shoreline, Thorium moved ahead through the shallow water and stopped, dumping Armus down into the sand, squatting down over his grandson. Thorium began to check each blue jean pocket finding and lifted up the pocket knife in the air, scooting on both kneecaps towards the closest Atlantian. Thorium reached out and flipped the female over, touching her neck. Dead. He reached down and touched her wrist. Dead. He reached over and touched her heart. Dead. He flipped her again onto the stomach, cutting off her clothing with the pocket knife with worry.

The female Atlantian physician appeared and kneeled down on the same, staring with a confused brow at the naked dead female. “What are you doing, Thorium?”

Thorium touched and counted down the neck bones with a stern face. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,” then he stabbed the spine of the woman with the pocket knife. “My grandson is not dead, but injured. So, I’m saving my grandson the same way Granth saved his sorry soul, as a more sorry human, by stealing the Altantian’s spinal cord meat. The thoracic nerves between the ninth and tenth spine discs are the most tender and sensitive meat of the Atlantian spinal cord. I learned and saw this information when I touched the cylinder. You saw this too by touching the cylinder. I’m removing her spinal meat and will implant into the undamaged spine of my grandson. Then, Armus will live and become an Atlantian also like me and you.” She nodded in silence at the crude medical procedure. Thorium sliced in and dug down into the fresh gray meat, creating and separating a long horizontal sliver coming from her spine column without removing the specimen. He stood upright from the dead female and dashed ahead towards an unconscious Armus, reaching down, moving Armus closer to the dead Atlantian. He cut off the shirt of Armus and pressed, counting down the naked spinal bone with a finger. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,” he stabbed down and jabbed into the skin between each bone when a set of fresh human blood spurted up everywhere. “Thank goodness! He is unconscious. You must implant in exactly the same spot of the fresh uncontaminated spinal meat without using man-made chemicals or pharmacy medications, else the spinal meat will reject and then the host will die.” Thorium swung around and lifted up the fresh gray spinal meat out from the dead female Atlantian with both his hands slapping it over the spinal cord of Armus, exhaling with a huff of worry. He stared down at the gray meat and the open wound, looking up to see the sands, the fiery boat wood, and back to her with worry. “I need something to close the wound or infection will set into the wound. Armus will die.”

The female Atlantian physician presented the cylinder with a smile and a nod, “This seems to be a devise of all purpose. I can try to guide a narrow beam over the open bloody wound closing it as a former damn great human medical surgeon,” she winked to Thorium, and looked down and adjusted the cylinder as blue bean appeared. She fired it at the spine cord of Armus.

Thorium exhaled with a huff of relieve, looking up and narrowing the eyelids in the distance. Cassium was running across the sand bar holding a wet baby blanket. “No!” He stood upright with a gasp and raced towards her with worry.

Cassium reached the shoreline with a soft whisper of worry, “Ale. Aee. A…” she sobbed with tears. Her baby was dying and she could not save the newborn. She swung around to see the ocean view. There was another boat or ferry or canoe traveling back towards the dry dock. And she did not have the energy to swim through the swift ocean current of 2,000 feet towards the building dry dock for help as she tumbled down on both kneecaps into the soft sand, hugging the blanket with tears of worry. A hand touched the collar bone of Cassium as she continued to hug Alele closer for love and protection.

Thorium kneeled down with a whisper into her cheekbone. “Is the baby alive?”

She sobbed. “Yes. She breathes. Her eye is blinded. Her face is bloody, but she lives.” The warm tallness of Thorium stood upright from the sand and left Cassium to cry and sob over her dying baby.

Thorium spun around with a stern face and dashed ahead, finding another dead Atlantian on top of the sand, dragging the dead person and dropped the dead body behind the back spine of Cassium with a soft grunt. He dropped down onto the sand and ripped off the clothing, exposing a naked back spine on the dead Atlantian, counting out loud and then stabbed the spinal cord meat with the pocket knife. He created a long horizontal sliver coming from the naked spine column without removing the specimen. Thorium reached over and touched Cassium on the collar bone with a set of rushed words. “Give me the baby. I can save her.” She continued to sob and scooted around to see a dead Atlantian and then Thorium, gently placing the wet baby blanket on top of the sand. Thorium reached down and roughly un-wrapped the blanket, rolling and flipping the baby over and down onto the stomach and pressed down, counting in silence on top of the tiny spinal cord with a finger tip. Cassium watched through a pair of two blurry eyes and a sad heart. He reached down and stabbed, pricking the sharp pocket knife tip down into the pink tinted skin of Alele.

Cassium launched forward with a set of crooked fingers and a crying scream at his throat. “No! You’re killing my baby.”

Two rough hands reached out and grabbed both wrist bones of Cassium, pulling her body upright and backwards into a naked chest. Armus whispered into her wet cheekbone, smiling down at the operation on his newborn daughter Alele. “He is saving our newborn A-le-le, Cassium. He is implanting the spinal cord meat coming from the dead Atlantian like one of Granth’s medical operation. A-le-le will be an Atlantian like us too.”

She continued to sob with tears while looking down to see her baby. “She…Atlantian too with me…”

“…with us.” Armus smiled. She swung around and stared at him and then his naked chest. His chest was scarred from a red colored bloody wound that had been closed shut. He grinned with a nod. “I was badly injured from the ferry boat explosion. A wood stake went through the heart, not being a werewolf either,” chuckling. “Then I tumbled backwards down from the front railing, hitting part of engine blade, not being a bird either. I fell down into the water, tossing the blanket toward the nearest sandbar in great pain and suffering while hoping for the best. The best came for her, you. A-le-le made it too with us. My granddaddy found and rescued me from the seawater and then implanted a dead Atlantian spinal cord meat inside my own back spine. I feel sore and grouchy, thou. But, I’m alive and an Atlantian,” laughing.

She looked down with a worried brow to see the female Atlantian physician from the dry dock at the Miami Genetics Science Center. She slowly guided a thin blue beam coming from the cylinder down over the pink tinted back spine of Alele, sealing the tiny open bloody wound with the freshly implanted spinal cord meat coming from a poor dead Atlantian. She sobbed with tears and hugged onto Armus with worry. He smiled down at the weird medical procedure too.

Thorium stood upright from the sand and reached out with a smile, touching the collar bone on Cassium with a nod. “The baby is fine. Her pulse is getting stronger also. Alele has been saved. She’s alive and an Atlantian now.”

Cassium sobbed with tears of happiness and a soft whisper to Thorium. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” Armus continued to hug Cassium. The Atlantian physician tenderly rewrapped the wet blanket around Alele and then stood upright from the sand with a smile, handing the baby to Cassium with a nod in silence. Cassium accepted the baby with a smile of tears and a nod in silence to the Atlantian physician along with Armus. They both looked down the wet blanket with a smile of happiness.

Thorium spun around with a worried brow to see the outer sands, pointing at three alive but unconscious Atlantians. “I need some help, Atrium.”

Armus looked up with a worried brow to see the rear skull of his granddaddy. “Atrium? My name is Armus, Granddaddy. Are you experiencing dementia or something worse? I thought the new Atlantian genes restored all your brain cells and body cells into working order. Does the Atlantian physician need to listen to your heart or your head?”

Thorium dashed ahead and stopped, leaning down, lifting two adult Atlantians over each collar bone with a set of super Atlantis strength with a chuckle and a smile. “I’m the new leader of Atlantis by democratic vote, of course. Anyways, I have decided that each Atlantian gets a new spelling of their old name or a new name based on the rough minerals of our new home thorium and uranium,” he turned with a grin to see Armus. “This is why the nasty humans cannot invade us. Their fragile bodies will become radiated with toxic poisons and then die a horrible death. My name has always been Thorium for dang reason. Cassium is Cassium. The name of uranium has been called already. Therefore, you are Atrium. And the new name ends with the three letters ‘ium’ like mine and Cassium’s name too. Your new Atlantian name is Atrium, Atrium,” he moved ahead with the two unconscious Atlantians towards the wall of green tinted misty fog with a chuckle.

“Ah naw, Granddaddy! Atrium is a green plant or something.” Armus dashed ahead and stopped, leaning down, lifting and carried two more adult Atlantians over each collar bone with his new super Atlantis strength. “My name is Armus,” he spun around and followed behind the back spine of his grandfather with a sour frown towards the wall of green fog.

Cassium moved ahead and stopped, leaning down, lifting up the unconscious female Atlantian with her super Atlantis strength with a giggle while toting a sleepy Alele in the other arm. she slowly spun around with a smile and followed behind the back spine of Armus. “Actually, atrium is an architecture word that means an open and well lighted space like an isolated island. And the new name for Alele has morphed into Aleleium that sounds so cute like a sweet musical fluttering song note, Aleleium. Does it sound sweet, Atrium?” She giggled and grinned of new happiness with her new baby, her new home Atlantis, and her old sadness of losing both her biological parents and the old homestead in Birmingham. She stopped before the wall of green fog and looked back over a collar bone at the ocean water. The ferry boat had burnt and then broken down in numerous splintered pieces of wood which were floating on top of the rough sea waves. The swift ocean current of the Florida Straits would wash the boat, the dead bodies, and all her bad memories of Granth, Slivin, Cutny, Bothea, Dean Eugene, Gesler, the POTUSA, and Ms. VP from her short-term memory by tomorrow morning. She had chosen to remember the good memories consisting of her parents, Mrs. Weiss, and the mother of Armus.

“Naw!” Armus halted in front of the glowing wall of green tinted fog, staring down at the boiling water, where the gas came up from the ocean floor. He followed the gas up into the blue sky, where the gas drifted up into the sun. Then he looked at the wall of green tinted fog which blocked all sight and hid the island with a worried brow. “Are you certain that I ain’t going to melt like a human, Granddaddy?”

Thorium moved ahead toward the glowing wall of green tinted fog with a chuckle. “Step inside, Atrium! I might be strong, but I’m older. Those boys are heavy.” He entered and then disappeared inside the glowing fog. Armus exhaled with huff of annoyance and shook a skull, following behind his granddaddy, disappearing inside the green tinted fog too.

Cassium exhaled with puff of adventure seeing the last eye view of her old home America with a smile. “Not goodbye, but later, girl!” She turned with a smile to see the wall of glowing green tinted fog and dashed ahead without hesitation, stepping inside the green mist. The mist enveloped her body and her baby with cool air. She emerged on top of a flat surface of golden tint sand which extended for miles and miles and miles with the new pair of Atlantian eyeballs.

 

 

Island of Atlantis setting

Hot sizzling temperatures, bright sunshine, light ocean breeze

 

 

The bright sun shined and sizzled with both hot-ness and heat-ness as Cassium halted with a smile inside the tan colored sands that tickled her naked toes.

The father of her child and her boyfriend Armus placed both the unconscious Atlantian bodies on top of the dry golden sands as a group of Atlantians appeared and tended to the body wounds. He possessed a crop of short blonde hair with a tone of coffee tinted skin, swinging around, moving ahead with a grin toward Cassium and his infant daughter.

A male Atlantian appeared and reached out, taking the unconscious Atlantian female from the folded arm of Cassium. Atrium stopped and stood in front of his girlfriend Cassium with a smile. She gently reached up and touched his eyebrow. The scar was gone and healed. She reached down and touched his naked chest with a smile. The deep red scar from the implanted gun wound was gone too. He was taller and well-muscled also. She stood up on a pair of tippy toes, leaning over, kissing his soft lips. He wrapped both arms around Cassium and his infant baby. They parted with a smile and then looked down to see the wet pink tinted baby blanket.

Her hand reached down and shook with nervousness while opening the baby blanket. A set of tiny strands of blonde locks covered the dark skin of the baby. Her pair of eyelashes opened with a set of bright blue perfect pupils coming from the freshly spinal cord meat implantation by Thorium, her biological great granddaddy. Aleleium cooed and cried for milk and as her new breasts tingled for the newborn calling. Cassium lifted her daughter Aleleium into one of the breasts, hiding the baby inside the wet and dirty shirt tail while, grinning down at the pleasant sensation of motherhood and then looked up with a smile and a giggle to see Armus.

Armus tilted a chin with a sour frown at the grin on Cassium. “What?”

“You have blonde hair and dark skin.”

He laughed, “Naw!”

She reached out with a smile and grabbed his arm, swinging Arums around to see the huddles of people that were scattered around the home of Atlantis. The one-people were also tall, well-muscled, head of blonde hair, and tone of dark tinted skin. He scooted around and hugged both Cassium and the feeding baby with a sigh at the one-people. She smiled at the huddles of people also. “We have the same forty-six chromosomes. We are the one-people. And we all look alike. You look like them, Atrium.” They moved ahead toward the one of the huddles as Cassium continued to breastfeed her Atlantian baby, who was an original human named Alele.

He exhaled with a huff of frustration, shaking the blonde hair with a soft growl, “Ah naw! I don’t mind being blonde haired or dark skinned, but I’m not answering to the noun of atrium. I’m Armus from birth until death.”

She moved ahead with her boyfriend towards the closest huddle of people, continuing to feed the baby with a grin of delight. “You did die and then came back to life, Atrium. You were reborn, Atrium. You are Atrium of Atlantis,” giggling.

He stopped with a puff of frustration and lifted up, dropping down, slapping both hands onto the naked legs with a smile, “Fine! If it takes me becoming Atrium to be with my Cassium and my little Aleleium until the end of time, then I am Atrium,” he shook a skull with a laugh, reaching down, hugging Cassium and the baby.

She turned with a sad frown to see his nose profile. “I’m sorry about your mom.”

He turned with a sad brow to her frown. “I am sorry about my mom, your parents, the dead Atlantians, and the other dead parents and relatives from the other Atlantians. I didn’t think the humans would do something so mean and underhanded.”

In the far distance, Thorium stood in front of the crowd on top of a layer of wet sand, waving both arms with a smile. He held a rose colored and a blue colored long and large fat worm in each hand while yelling out loud to the crowd. “This is called an eel, if you are a human. Or it is called a sandworm, if you are an Atlantian. The sandworms are colored for fun, not for food. We do not eat them. They do not eat us. They are nice and friendly for us to use. The sandworms are used to build your skyscraper sand castle for your own home and a sailing schooner for your own food. We eat fish and shellfish, since there is not a single tall tree with a piece of rip fruit or rows of green plants. The sandy soil does not grow a tree or a plant or an animal here. We are all going to be here for a very long time like one thousand years or so like our earth-father Adam. Now, we need some Builders for the boats and Shapers for the homes. You decide which role on our new island and what job you want to do. Please come and see me! So, I can form some work groups. Thank you, Atlantians!” The one-people smiled and sounded with a set of loud cheers of happiness.

Atrium smiled at her. “Where do you wanna build your sandcastle, darling?”

She turned and scanned the flat tan colored sands that were void of bark trees, green plants, soft flowers, steel machines, and brick structures, looking up with a smile to see the blue colored sky and white clouds. She looked down to see blue water which surrounded the tan sands with a smile. “I don’t understand.”

He frowned. “You don’t understand what, darling.”

She continued to feed the baby and exhaled with a puzzled brow. “I don’t understand how Slivin and Cutny figured out that I was an Atlantian. I wasn’t born as an Atlantian. I didn’t live like an Atlantian. I didn’t think that I was an Atlantian either. Honestly, I didn’t even figure out that I was an Atlantian until I had been kidnapped by that fake IRS agent and then flown down to Miami and finally almost dissected within that nasty pit arena by wicked Slivin.”

He exhaled. “I mentioned before it was my entire fault. This is my entire fault of why we are here. I had stupidly placed all your clipped and collected body specimens from the research study inside Mrs. Weiss specimen box. I guess when Core-all Core purchased the super computer program and the wall of boxes, which had been owned by Bothea Rodan, Slivin run the allele program first, since she was really smart scientist. She assumed that you were one of the four Atlantians on the computer screen,” he frowned. “So, Cure-all Core wasn’t there by accident to purchase the Burn U super computer from Eugene. And they didn’t really need the prime investigator which was me to operate the super computer that had been built by Bothea Rodan and paid by Granth Meath. They were there to find, capture, and keep you close within the eyeballs of Slivin and Cutny.”

She exhaled. “I don’t think so. If Slivin or Cutny had figured out that I was an Atlantian, they would have also figured out and found the true Atlantian Mr. Molten, who had lived and then died within Miami, Florida. They didn’t bother to contact him, before his birthday. If they had found Mr. Molten, they could have captured and dissected his body with much more ease, instead of picking on me with you as my protector and guardian.”

“So, what do you think really happened?”

“I believe this working theory. Granth Meath was a billionaire, who had stumbled upon an ancient Atlantian and used all his money to selfishly expanse his human life over hundreds of years. Bothea Rodan was a brilliant researcher and had developed an allele program to track down each existing Atlantian throughout the world, while she was one also. But she didn’t even know that true fact which is so sad for her and the world. Then, you accidentally placed all my collected and clipped body specimens inside the wrong box. However, Granth had known about Mrs Weiss and he had spied on her. And I happened to have been her next door neighbor for decades. So, it would have been logical for him to retest my personal specimens and then discover that I wasn’t really an Atlantian. Then, he went down to Key West and confirmed that the race of Atlantians did truly exist. So, there were more ancient and dying Atlantians somewhere on the face of the planet. Grant was only a billionaire. A bank account of billions of dollars can go only so far with a world hunt of an ancient race. As a billionaire, he would need more billions of dollars that came from more of his billionaire friends. So, Granth slowly contacted each billionaire around the world and shared his Atlantian curse. Then, all the billionaires wanted to live to be 1,000 years old also.

“However, Granth got more than a birthday present at his real birthday party. He got sizzled into a death pile of flames of gray ashes. So, all the other living and scared billionaires learned too much from dead Granth and then worked together to build Cure-all Medical Core with the task of preventing a body flame-out before their real birthday too. Cure-all Core was a fake and false company. I should have realized that with the placement of building within the Birmingham dumpster, the rows of bard wire on the parking deck, and the lack of employee vehicles. And finally, I didn’t recognize the face of Cutny but I did remember the vile scent of his nasty smelling musk cologne. Slivin and Cutny were the two people chasing after us throughout the world as we tracked down the home of each Atlantian artifact, leaving it out in the open for the hidden Atlantis. Slivin and Cutny purposefully scared us and chased us away from and outta of each country, while we continued our trek to the