“What I am telling you John, is that we.
are.
being.
lied.
to.”
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I only had a moment’s hesitation before realizing that Ben could be right. But before we could get any further into our conversation, the good
doctor walked in.
“I apologize for interrupting, Gentlemen, but I would like to have a word with Mr Kane.”
“Of course...” Ben replied as he turned around and found his way out.
I walked back inside and sat on the bed. My mind was rushing. I wanted to tell him about the blood type and the head injuries but that might put Ben
at risk, if we were being lied to. I decided to wait and see what Connor wanted to say.
“Starting to feel better?” He asked.
“Considering all that’s happened, I would say that I’m trying to cope...”
“Perfect. You will only get better and better from this point on. Now, I have looked into your medical files and our records show that you were an
orphan, no family.”
“That is correct.”
“Then perhaps you should think of joining our Council of Intergalactic United Star Systems...”
I just looked at him with this incredible look of disbelief on my face.
“You’ve GOT to be joking!”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I am. Sorry about that, I was just trying to cheer you up with something that might sound funny...”
We both looked at each other and started to laugh. That was a good line as it broke the tension and for the very first time in a very long time, it
felt good.
“You didn’t come here to entertain me with a comic stand-up comedy act, now did you?”
He just smiled. “Not really, no. I thought it was time to answer some questions you might have.”
“I have a few, but I’ll just stick with one for the moment. Something I have noticed while being out on the balcony. We are on a spaceship, and
mind you, I have no experience in spaceships except from what I’ve seen from Star Trek or Star Wars but, why aren’t there any windows anywhere to
look outside, to look into the depth of space like they did on, for example, the Enterprise?”
“That is an excellent question. We do not have windows per say but we do have openings everywhere on the ship, that are protected by an energy
field, much like your Star Trek ships, actually. They just happen to be shut right now. When we left the solar system, en route to our world, we have
entered an area of space that is filled with very harmful radiations. We will reopen them as soon as we clear this area out.”
An excellent answer I thought. Maybe Ben is just paranoid. I wonder if I should mention the head injuries. The blood types might be a touchy subject
but the head injuries...
“Ben has told me that a few of us have had head injuries. I just wonder what the odds are...”
“Mr Kane, the intensity of the earthquake killed billions instantly. You and millions of others were extremely fortunate to survive with mere
concussions or fractures and, in your case, a major head injury. But to be perfectly honest with you, we did more than just stop the hemorrhage in
your brain, we also altered certain paths. And there were two reasons for that procedure. The first one, space travel. We travel through space with a
propulsion system that is called a TransDimensional Accelerator, which makes our velocity much, much faster than the speed of light. Your brain is
now capable of adapting your body to such speeds. The second is that you will never be sick again, ever. You will suffer from pain, sure thing, if you
break your arm for example, but no more colds or fever or cancer. Ever.”
“And the downside is? There has to be a downside.” I asked, thinking that there’s always a downside even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to
hear the answer...
“You are a clever man, Mr Kane. There is in fact a consequence. It will take us roughly five years to get to our world, at the present speed. The
changes we’ve made to your brain will also accelerate your internal aging process. Basically, you will be able to live on our world for twenty five
years, once we get there, give or take.”
“So if I understand this right, I will die in thirty years, at sixty two, is that correct?”
“Sorry we couldn’t ask for your permission before surgery. We had no choice, really. Now, before Ms Doyle comes back, perhaps I should suggest
that you rest a little.”
“Fair.” I answered as I laid back and he left.
I am not sure if I am buying that. I am not sure if I should trust him, or Ben or even Jenn for that matter. I do feel the need to sleep a bit; maybe
I’ll be less confused once I am rested.
~Continued on next postedit on 7-12-2012 by SonoftheSun because: (no reason given)