Kiles was in Advanced Guardianship when his transponder began to
his chest. He was watching the instructor combine cobalt,
phosphate and an electrode in water to create oxygen gas; one never
knows when an alchemical application of psionics may be
Dayton had built a transponder in the shape of a flattened Onimex
medallion for Kiles to
summon Onimex with. Once it was activated, only Onimex could
disable it. He had to be within the vacinity and in the same time
in order to hear it. Kiles had
activated the transponder so many times since leaving Earth that he
forgot it still worked. Onimex was now receiving 10,000 calls in
When it hit him, that his transponder
was suddenly working -- he jumped up from his seat and nearly made
else jump out of theirs. He was so overjoyed that he couldn't
speak. "Are you OK?" a
classmate whispered with concern.
Kiles nodded his head while clutching his chest. His
medallion was tucked under his shirt.
5. "I have to
go," he said psionically to the instructor. Nobody understood his
English or his German but he had learned enough Vejhonian from his
mother to get by. He now thought in Vejhonian.
She motioned toward the door, "But you've got
to tell me when
you come back."
7. "I will," he promised.
He dashed out of the lab and set a new speed record heading toward the
logical rendezvous point. He had imagined that point so many
times in his mind, that he knew Onimex would land there. It
didn't matter -- his medallion was
the rendezvous point. Onimex had trained him to meet at discreet
He caught his breath
on a cobblestone path that framed a flawlessly manicured patch of
The grass sloped beneath a lake of mythical serenity. He
took a moment to notice that the day was postcard perfect and the
bottom of the lake was almost transparent.
He clutched his transponder again: Call # 10,001. Onimex
8,000 miles out, on a trajectory toward Kiles. He could feel
it. He thrust his arms out and twirled around the way he used to
dance when totally elated!
11. The arc
became less of an arc.
Then a distant streaking
dot braked to a soft, purry halt in front of him. A ripple of
sound concussions followed since Onimex was not concerned about his
cover at the moment.
He was genuinely happy to see Kiles and spun around stupidly, like he
used to do to show his happiness, an antic he learned from
"Guards!" Kiles said, "What are you doing here?"
He reached out to pat Onimex and burned his hand.
better than that,” Onimex scolded him parentally because he didn't duck
fast enough, "I'm not supposed to be
here in this time."
"But I'm still glad we could meet," Kiles said happily. "I am
too," Onimex agreed, "but I’m on a mission from God, and I have to get
back out. If I don't, everything could change."
Kiles studied Onimex with wide eyes. He had a million things on
his mind that stopped at one question, "I can't believe
Mom let you come?" Onimex did not respond. Missing a cue
now and again was subconsciously comforting
to Kiles and felt natural. At least some things never
Onimex could pixilate his exterior even better than a
Jolvian. He projected a panorama of objects that were
endearing to Kiles; that overcame the limitations of speech.
"How's Mom?" Kiles asked, a little more sober. He
wasn't going to let Onimex evade the question and Onimex knew
it. Kiles knew that this encounter was an accident, but he had
every intention of dragging it out for as long as he
"She loves you Kiles, more than anything, and when I finish this
assignment - it could repatriate you with her." It sounded like a
little white lie.
"Repatriate ALL of us," Kiles ammended with a happy laugh. His
countenance panned from rapturous joy to one fraught with pain.
"You know she won't ever come
here, even though
they'll let her now. You already fixed that." Her unique
predicament was above Vejhonian authority. Kiles didn't
Onimex was sympathetic, "Yes and No," he said in his quantitative
tone. His mechanical pulse beat for this single biological.
His feelings were real -- Conscious had told him so.
"The discussions we've had on time
differentials," Onimex continued, "tampering with history and all of
those other 'like'
"Yeah?" Kiles prodded, playing stupid; his trademark antic Onimex knew
back of his own deflector. Consistency is comforting.
"I'm in the middle of one of those..."
he said, omitting the word, 'paradoxes.' Kiles knew the missing
word. Onimex continued, "I'm gathering evidence for Kor's
-- if I don't finish..." Kiles finished for him, "Time will
change." "Yeah," Onimex confirmed. Abrupt but true.
Kiles had become more poised and intellectually more agile.
He could have replied with, "Kor's trial was three years ago," but he
"Well, how many places are you in?" he asked with machine envy;
which meant, "I thought you did
that already." There was a pause as Onimex caught both
messages. There was a subtextual question, "Which Onimex am I
talking to?" followed by, "Why can't one
of you stay here?"
Kiles sighed like a despondent school boy and looked around like the
answer was somewhere in the grass or perhaps in the lake. Dayton
had already admonished both of them against talking in circles.
Onimex nudged him. "Time is not always..."
"...what it seems,"
Kiles finished. Kiles made a face that was fracking angry and
clinched his fist, then he calmed himself. Truth will not delay
inevitable. They knew each others lines. Kiles rested his
hand on Onimex's
cooler upper surface. It didn't make him feel any
"When I'm finished," Onimex said, "I swear by Kolob, that
you'll see more of me, but, I've got to get going."
Terse, if not impatient. Kiles knew that tone too.
30. "I've got
something for you in the meantime," Onimex said. I've downloaded
a message from your mother into your medallion. "Watch it in
private." Kiles was stalling for time. "How's Dad?"
asked. "OK," Onimex sighed privately, "It won't hurt if I stay
just a few more minutes." He projected the Corlos symbol to
abbreviate further explanation.
"Dayton is getting ready to test his second
artificial gravity platform -- it's a dramatic improvement over the
one, which was very successful.”
"Second... platform? Kiles questioned. The projections that
his Dad gave him for the first platform, by his sense of time, should
not have happened yet. "How much time
has passed on Earth?" Kiles asked suspiciously.
"Earth experiences almost 10 years for every one year on Vejhon,"
he answered. "Every point is a unique point in space."
looked ashen. "My Guards," he wailed dramatically, "You mean
years older since I've came
here?" He knew it, but his consistency was comforting for Onimex
years," Onimex corrected.
left in 1985... it's... it's 2015 there now?"
"1987," Onimex corrected, and it's 2012 there right now." He
cancelled his comment about math.
don't want them to die before I see them again," he gripped Onimex on
both sides. His real forte' should have been
in the theatrical
arts. "Oh, please," Onimex said, seeing the drama and feeling the
heartbreak. There's always a 'little more' to
everything. Their relationship was hard-wired.
I get back with my report, there won't be any reason for you to be
separated from your parents any longer. You did the right thing
to clear your mother's name, but the time differential is one reason
why Ireana wanted you to stay home." Before Kiles could react,
Onimex nudged him,
"And... I miss you too.
It's just not the same without you."
grief was mutual.
41. "Onimex?" Kiles asked. "Yes."
get home, would you tell Mom, Dad and Xanax that I love them, and I
them, and that Vejhon is even better than the Cardship said, and to
bring Dad with her when she comes, and Xanax?" Onimex had never
set hover aboard a Cardship; he could only imagine what Cardship life
was like through available media.
"That's a tall order,
Kiles," he answered compassionately. "You know I'll pull
through, if it
"You're the best thing my Mom ever did," Kiles said. Onimex was
inately modest, so he didn't comment. A 'blush' was still
"I have to get going," he said assertively, "Please avoid pushing
any buttons until I'm out, OK?" He changed the status of his
10,000+ calls to, "Answered."
Kiles nodded his head and patted his transponder gently. There
was nothing that he could do to extend the visit; this detour happened
honor their family bond.
Onimex had cooled down with an unnatural refrigerant that only he and
Ireana knew how to make. He nudged Kiles a third time to cheer
him up a
Kiles patted him affectionately -- the "I love you" was
gently pulled away and accelerated straight up, stopping in mid
orbit just under the watershell to calibrate a new time index. He
was there before Kiles' senses reported it to his brain. The
campus Guard liason was also approaching Kiles and Kiles knew why.
KILES ARRIVAL TO
transponder that Dayton made for Kiles was a dual-function life history
recorder that enabled Ireana
and Onimex to spy on Kiles; unembellished by his
fantastic imagination. The recording function was
unaffected by psionics and synapse. Ireana later installed a
synchronizer for continuity and sequencing.
50. While configuring a new injection point from orbit,
Onimex reviewed the events of Kiles' life, from the point where he left
conversations with Mother while enroute Vejhon were warm and colorful,
but things really perked up once he arrived:
51. Per order of the Director, the inbound Cardship was sealed
until he could arrive in person.
52. "One occupant
better have a lot to say," the Director
mumbled. He wasn't angry -- just perplexed at the exceeding
oddity of it. This was information that the recorder sequenced
before Kiles was formally trained in Guardianship.
53. When the
door was opened, Kiles was aboard, but no where to be
found. Most major cities did not have 75 square miles in
which to lose oneself.
54. That was
when the Director sensed that the half-Vejhonian occupant wasn't hiding
from him at all. The occupant had Theite-like intuition, but was
not psionic. "One of those ellusive types," the
Director concluded, "...like a Theite... or maybe a
watched every step of the Directors approach on monitors in the
operations center. Mother let him in because he was the sole
enroute, he read Kiles entire life history. He learned
about his biological mother, who was, coincidentally, the missing
sorceress... but 'Kiles' did not know that his mother was 'the' missing
sorceress -- his father calls her that, "this is getting good," the
Director told himself, "nothing like a little more fracking
Director saw Onimex, Xanax, Dayton; and every nuance recorded by Kiles'
sensory perception, most of which, he had no compulsion to
58. By the time
the Director was on his final leg, he had absorbed the core essence of
Kiles soul. Ireana had never met a real Psionic Guard on
M'tro-1, but her parents had told her about life on Vejhon and she was
later able to rummage through e-literature, tablets and data files
the colony library. Most of the systems were networked, and
sometimes, mysterious data would appear from unknown sources in spacial
static. Much of Kiles information was from Onimex.
59. Kiles had
the kind of piss and vinegar that made the Director smile. He
liked his light-hearted sense of humor that he inherited from his
father, Dayton. Corlos had been forced to divulge some of
their methodology to the Director. He put those pieces together
too. The German didn't make sense, but the manner in which Corlos
downloaded Dayton's mind into their mainframe made sense.
Director could see, although unfamiliar with Earth's culture, that
Dayton was a former Nazi icon, turned Corlos Operative, exiled to
Earth, which made perfect sense because Corlos never toyed with the
mundane. The Nazi's were a lot like The Elite... he figured
out that connection too. Kiles had been sheltered from any
negative connotations regarding his genetic composition... "He doesn't
know he's a hybred," the Director concluded. "I like him. His father, in
essence, was the key to bringing down Kor's empire. How could I not like him?"
had a diverse and dynamic culture not wholly
dissimilar from Vejhon's, but alien nonetheless. A Blue
Funnel-like entity had a stranglehold on Earth's financial
infrastructure. Kiles could not provide Earth's coordinates
because Mother had deliberately deleted the location. "Why?" the
Director wondered, "What's so special about that one point in
space?" She did not hide anything else -- just that.
guy has the ‘Power of God’ over me," Kiles thought, and then quoted,
"... for whom the bell tolls."
Director smiled at Kiles' over-dramatization, "Don't be afraid," he
said to Kiles in psionic symbols. Accoustically, Vejhonian and
English are nothing alike. Ireana had taught Kiles enough
psionics to communicate with Onimex, but Kiles was not psionic by a
Mother had revealed her fateful tale to Kiles before deleting the
Earth's location, which the Director read from Kiles' mind; the crash
landing on Earth, the layered time paradoxes and the marooned survivors
dying of reversion. Between Onimex, Ireana and Mother -- the
Director could piece together what happened.
Director psionically ordered his entourage, "Guard everything you know
about this, implicitly." He touched a side-panel button and the
door dematerialized. The other doors were not this
advanced. This door was never meant to be recognized or
snapped to attention. The Director motioned for him to sit back
down while he examined the room's technology. He had been born on
a ship like this while in exile, but had never entered the spherical
chamber that housed Mother's mind. The chamber represented the
pure core of Cacci Dai technology.
67. "This is
like the movies," Kiles thought, thinking that it was his private
thought. Onimex and Ireana were both guilty of making Kiles
believe that his thoughts were private when he wanted them to be:
That way, they knew what he was up to, all the time. The
director restrained a private laugh as he deduced Ireana's and Onimex's
parental motives, and felt compelled to join them, for
Director grinned. "I don't know your verbal language, but I can
speak to you this way. We have similar forms of entertainment
grinned because he understood what the Director was saying. His
Mom talked to him in Vejhonian psionics at home -- this was the first
time he had ever heard anyone else speak to him in Vejhonian other than
her. Onimex liked to swear in German since Xanax did, but
English since Kiles spoke English.
70. "Were I
your father, I would be
very proud of you, for what you have done for her."
71. "She told
you that we were empathic on Vejhon. I am the
Psionic Guard Director." Kiles was humbled and impressed and
nodded his head. He did not expect the highest authority on
Vejhon to greet him when he arrived. "Aren't you supposed to
be... God?" he asked privately. Kiles unconsciously started to
genuflect but the Director gently interceded. The intention was
mother could not tell you very much about her home world because she
was not born here -- she was born aboard a Cardship and relocated to
M'tro-1 when she was 4.
73. “Before we
leave this Ship,” he added, “I need to brief you on local customs and
courtesies, some of which you will need to memorize."
briefing lasted nearly eight hours and was not dull in the least.
The memorization component wasn't very long, and the rest was
perfunctory, as a father would advise his son. At the briefing's
conclusion, the Director pronounced, "You're mine," to Kiles, which
spoke a family bond into existence: The only family that either
of them had on Vejhon.
The fallen angel studied the sky with interest, his furled wings
singed. In the sky above was a commotion that he had seen before,
as a participant and not as an observer. By rebelling
against the light, he became dark matter; an abyss that sucked up
gravity. He could manipulate his vacuum into energy but
was otherwise imprisoned on this barren world.
absorbed and reflected the Supreme Light for countless eons, he was now
a collapsed being and the master of thirty Billion who followed him.
He epitomized what happens when the polarity of a light-machine is
The leader of the fallen ones was not psionic -- it could not read
minds: Eons and eons of observing the Ellipsis and Tetragammeton
confirmed that the fallen light machines were not operating under the
authority of either, and in essence, learned nothing:
Intellectually void, spiritual feces; exista non
grata. Contractive species are not psionic, embodied or
90. The chief anti-being observed the arrival of I-20's entourage
and held a conference of its own. "Until a law is given -- a law
can't be broken. They
don't know what they're doing," the anti-being said. "Doesn't
Conscious commune with Tetragammaton?" asked an inferior: "How could
they come here without The One's
consent?" The chief anti-being stared with contempt toward the
sky, "I know your stupid plan," it scoffed,
"and I have one of my own."