by bob county
High tech entertainment
When the time stream continuum had been broken, branching timelines
became blured. Orientation was in flux. It became impossible to distinguish
idenity from fantasy. A new time line was forming in a spinning mix of
Within my time bubble I had my assistant Nerissa. I a male and she
female maintained our past indenities through extensive study of
recorded history and continual reinforcement of our gender identity.
The state of our affairs was contradicted by the paridoxidal universe
about our tempral bubble.
We were adrift in a spinning caos. Nerissa would sing to me of the
sea and passing storms. I prefered tactile interaction:
caressing and holding each other in a antigravity sonic shower.
With limitless raw energy to draw on from bursting cosmic stellar
material; we were resigned to live out our lives in our bubble.
But then the laws of probality took hold: an event horizon appeared.
I was convince this was a black hole and we would be destroyed.
Nerissa, an optimist, believed that their was hope for continuty
between our tiny tempral space and the macro-universe pulling
us to its focal point.
She sudgested prayer and I gave her a full body massage.
Thankfully, we survived the worm hole and were deposited on
a planet with one sun and one continent and one ocean.
I sudgested to Nerissa that we should copulate. She agreed.
However, we were concerened about our small gene pool.
Our first born Noam was very adventuresome. He spread his
wings and flew many miles over the land. Until he found a race
of bipeds. They were very simular to our physiology: only lacking
Noam amiediately attempted contact with some of the females.
They were quite primative and in awe of Noam's ability to fly.
We warned our son telepathlically to be carefully with these
primative people. Noam was recieved with reverance by this
new race. He discovered that when he spoke telepathically to
the primatives they would obey him.
They believed this telepathy was the voice of God. Nerissa
disapproved of this deception. She believed we would disrupt
the evolution of these primatives. I reminded her that we were
only three and they are many. I asked Noam to bring fertile females
to our mountain nest. Nerissa, then asked for males.
I was not pleased with that request. Nerissa reasoning was
sound we need to assimulate both male and female DNA.
It took only five generations to establish our genitic intergration.
Some of the chosen mates offspring were winged.
I took upon myself to instruct any, who would listen on our science
and history. I would always give a warning to those,
who would test the fabric of time: "Who can know the mind of God?"
I think I will call this planet Mohini, "The enchanting woman."