The Creegan Journals
Entry 2
"Welcome to Wonderland"
Part 3
Cole acted like he didn't pay her suggestion any attention besides smiling,
which must have irritated her.
"No, I tell you, it is possible! And I don't know why he hasn't come out
with it; but I am guessing it is because he considers the experiments to have
failed! That, and maybe the experiments weren't authorized?"
He stretched his legs out and grabbed Jinx around
the waist pulling her closer.
"Oh! And I prefer you to kiss me first!" he jested.
"Mmmm hmmm! I'm sure you’re just so shy!" She scrunched up her
nose.
"Failed, huh?" Jinx said, pressing her bosom up against his chest.
"Getting comfortable?"
"Comfortable?" He turned his head slightly to the side looking at
her "It's suspect it is getting to that point!”
"Failed... Yes... To my knowledge the animal didn't live very long
after the experiment, and my guess was that it had suffered a great deal of
excruciating pain!”
His hands found their way around and under the back
of Jinx's shirt.
"So I guess that qualifies as a failed experiment - think? So I am
afraid that there will not be any mechanical prosthetic limbs for a little
while longer!" he sighed, "Unfortunately."
He unhooked her bra and helped her pull her sweater
up over her head.
"Yeah, well... At least you don't need anything hard and plastic... I
think you’re all set." Jinx pushed his throat back and started
sucking lightly on his neck.
"But, the point I am trying to make about his experiment is: it worked!
It doesn't matter if it only worked for a few hours. Working at all is proof
enough for me that the reverse is in fact a possibility! It might not be
accessible right now, but that is not to say that is it not possible!"
He ran his hands up over each of her shoulders,
slipping each frail little bra strap down off them.
"Okay, baby!" She stopped sucking on his neck.
"Say that I am with everything that you’re saying!" She
positioned her body firm against his, applying a good deal of pressure
against his hips.
"Say someone was able to bring what you
propose to life..." She took his face in her hands. "What would be
next?" She swiftly kissed his lips, pulled back suddenly and asked:
"What would come after a living robot?"
"I don't know! Perhaps obtaining immortality by living out eternity in
the body of a machine?" He laughed softly as he finally managed to win
the battle with the bra, dropping it to the floor.
"Tsk Tsk More Science Fiction!" She rubbed her thumb across his
lips. "You have got to stop watching so much Star Wars!" she said
as she ground herself against the crotch of his pants.
"Well, I must admit - I don't suppose a machine's sex life would be
very fulfilling!" he chuckled as he cupped his hands over her breasts,
feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
"Oh! You did it now! I gotta make you shut up!" She tugged at his
pants. "One way or another!" she said before she ran her tongue
deep into his mouth.
He almost tasted her as he slipped back into the present and sat there a
moment thinking about her and wondering if their relationship did indeed
only consist of sex? If memory did not deceive him she had been so beautiful.
He really didn't need to be thinking about this at the moment but at least
he was aware that the blood was flowing accordingly.
No, there were other significant matters to attend to and he couldn't just
dick around here thinking about a dark haired woman who was obviously lost
in the past somewhere. If she was important enough he assumed he would have
more memories about her, but for now he needed to find out what might be on
this computer. Afterwards his priorities lay with getting somewhere safe and
warm. Another thing that had been eating away at him was the realization
that he really needed to wash this shit off of his skin and he needed to
find something to eat and drink and soon.
"I can just pine for lost loves later" he
thought, although he deceived himself because at the same time he
desperately wished she was here.
"Star Wars?" He decided that his password must have
something to do with Star Wars but there was still the ever-present username.
He sat there and thought, "Could it be... Scarecrow?" Deciding
to give it a shot, he started trying multiple words associated with Star
Wars as passwords.
The computer spoke out to him, "Access Granted!" which about
scared him to the point of falling out of his seat. He had forgotten it
could do that and chuckled at himself for being scarred by an artificial
voice.
Sitting there for a moment he wondered what to do now. "Huh! It worked!"
He was actually surprised that he had got in.
"You have three messages!" the computer
voice informed him.
He clicked the mouse pointer on the little mailbox
pulling up his Zagar's email account. Opening the first note, he read it out
loud: "Cole Regan Bailey we would like to thank you for your donation
to help save the panda from extinction... blah, blah, blah!" He closed
that one out without finishing and opened the next one, which was from Jinx.
Her message seemed to be empty for some peculiar reason with the exception
of the subject heading which read "Watch for Betrayers!"
"Betrayers? Hmmm... Well, that is quite weird!" He quickly closed
that one and clicked on the last message, which just happened to be from his
uncle George Bailey. He read the message out loud: "Open up the video
file located on the hard-drive entitled 'UDRGRD Project'."
"Here we go!" he sighed as he auto searched the hard-drive for the
file and opened it.
Suddenly pre-recorded footage of his uncle standing there in this very
laboratory in his perfect white lab coat started to play: "My dear boy!
I suppose your wondering where you are, or more precisely when you are, and
what has happened that you have woken up in I would imagine a world very
much like Wonderland of all places! I am dreadfully sorry about the amnesia!
It is an unfortunate side effect, but I assure you that there are some
things that you don't want to remember. I have left you with a reminder of
exactly what that has to do with by the way. However we'll get to that
momentarily."
The recording played on: "I have little worry about you if you have
made it this far. However, I am sorry to inform you that I had to erase all
your work files and records! From this point on, I am simply afraid that you
do not exist!"
"And yet here I am!" he thought while listening to the
recording.
The voice of his uncle continued: "I know, I know, your life's work up
to this point destroyed! How sad! Well, I am afraid that it had to happen
for the sake of us both! You will discover the reasons for this shortly."
"Most likely dead and he has still somehow found a way to both make
fun of me and complicate my life!" Cole thought.
"I don't know if you are waking up on schedule or not, but I took the
courtesy of resetting the cryo-timer and activating the security doors after
we evacuated the research facility. You’re scheduled to wake up December
24, 2509. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!"
"Yeah. Sure! Thanks for playing with my life!" Cole sarcastically
spoke out loud. "It's a good thing I always kept a back up copy of
whatever I had worked on at home - unless he has managed to get to that as
well?" he thought.
His uncle's voice continued: "Don't worry about your assets because I
have arranged that you have something to start a new life in your new world
with. I would explain this further but it would take longer than I care to
explain. I will give you a moment to locate an ink pen - you will need to
write the gentleman's name I am about to give you down, because you will not
be able to replay this message, and you will not be able to rely on memory
in your fragile condition."
"Fragile condition?" Cole pondered.
"Don't worry about finding any paper because I highly doubt that there
is any, unless someone has discovered another way of making it!" his
uncle continued.
Cole wondered: "What could he mean by that?" He didn't know
what to make of any of this, but decided to continue trying to follow what
his uncle was saying, because he was sure that if his uncle informed him
that he couldn't play the video footage back that his uncle had made sure
that he couldn't replay the message. Cole's eyes frantically searched the
laboratory over for an ink pen where he spotted one on the floor. He picked
it up, scribbling it across his hand to make sure it would write.
"I hope you have a pen in hand." the recorded voice of his uncle
projected. "You have to find a man by the name of Clarence Messenger"
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" Cole stood there in disbelief
of what his uncle had just said.
He sighed and grunted in utter disgust "Oh, and I am just supposed to
be able to go out and find George Bailey's Clarence! This is mad! Even if
this guy does exist I don't know just how I am going to do that! It is not
like I know this place like the back of my hand!"
He realized he was talking to himself, and that
uncle George wasn't there. "Or is he?" His eyes searched
the room for anything that could have been a camera. Paranoid? Maybe. But he
realized that if he had woken up in the future, who was to say that his
uncle had not found a way to do the same?
"This is not a joke, Cole!" his uncle's voice said, making him
even more paranoid.
His uncle continued: "You must find Clarence! You are probably aware
that this is not a real name, but certain sacrifices had to be made and if
you have indeed awakened on schedule then Clarence has had time to prepare
the way for you. Find him and give him my name. Tell him that you are George
Bailey's heir and he will understand the situation. But you must listen to
me!"
George paused long enough for the camera to zoom in close to his face
"Under no other condition ever use the name Bailey! Clarence will be
your guide and help you get your life on track. I am so sorry that it didn't
work out the way it was supposed to!"
"I leave you with your reminder, and bid you adieu!"
Suddenly the video footage of his uncle cam to an abrupt stop and something
entirely different started playing. This second video incorporated several
different clips of news footage in which the news anchors talked about
"the dying planet".
Reports that animals that he had been aware of being on the endangered list
for years, dying out of existence. Reports of vast numbers of other animal
species that never should have been endangered, becoming endangered. Due to
the effect of global warming, sea levels were raising dramatically fast. The
Earth had been plagued with some of the worst natural disasters he had ever
heard of in only a ten year period.
And it only got worse. According to several other pieces of clipped footage
there were reports that the earth's rain forests had been severely depleted
of resources, and that the trees were dying at an accelerated pace from the
progressed effects of acid rain. It just so happened that a mysterious
unknown disease seemed to spring up out of nowhere. It was supposedly
brought on by what scientists concluded to be from unclean living conditions
and decreasing amounts of oxygen in the atmosphere, and it had killed over
one third of the earth's human population in the course of twenty years.
"What the hell happened, and if I lived
through all this, why can't I remember? I don't think that is something
someone would ever forget!" he thought
as he kept watching and listening to the clips.
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