Mitchell Evolution

Discovery
1. Auflage 2022
ISBN: 978-1-6678-6618-5
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 384 Seiten

EVOLUTION: DISCOVERY is the continuing story of the Martin family, who left the Bay Area and settled near Mt. Shasta, California. Sylvia's massage/healing practice at the local hospital has grown, while adopted daughter Anna is busy with her three-year-old son. Sean Martin has learned how to combine and separate matter, and his abilities grow from creating Christmas gifts to healing injured domestic and wild animals. It's the job of the whole family to keep Sean's ability secret from the world, yet allowing him to explore this new super-human trait.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Mitchell, Nancy

Leseproben

CHAPTER ONE One Year Later Maya, the last mermaid on Earth, was tired, both emotionally and physically. She was resting on her bed in her house in Telos, not really wanting to get up. Dragging her blond, blue-eyed, now-human body out of bed to fix a pot of tea, she wondered why she was so exhausted. Maybe the problems of the people of Earth were becoming overwhelming. She needed more Earth helpers. The original six Telosian helpers had been expanded to eight, but that wasn’t enough. People had their own individual angels, of course, but the eight helpers from the fifth-dimensional city of Telos helped people as groups. Because she was the most recent resident of Telos, having come from the race of the Mer, she was most able to access her third-dimensional human form for direct conversation with humans, and thus she had been appointed Ambassador to Earth. Being a mermaid was much easier, she thought, but then I wouldn’t have met all of my Earth family. She kept a secret from her Earth family—they thought she was helping them, but in reality they were helping her just as much. Maybe it was time for a visit with her Earth friends. She checked in with Kahlil to see where he was. She had met Dr. Kahlil Jones in Texas three years ago during a hurricane on the Gulf Coast. She had helped him treat people in a temporary hospital set up in a gym farther inland, and their friendship had grown. But since she couldn’t explain how she traveled so quickly between California and Texas, she had stopped seeing him. In the meantime, he had transferred to Stanford University. He was now almost finished with his residency at Stanford, specializing in epidemiology, infectious diseases, and global health. Thanks to these programs, he had been able to travel around the world to better understand the medical needs of lesser developed countries. Since he was Black himself, he had especially enjoyed working in various countries in Africa, developing instant rapport with the patients he treated. She had seen him a couple of times in California, and that situation had been easier to explain since Greyhound had daily bus service between the Bay Area and Seattle with stops in between. She wondered what it would be like to drive a car or ride in a bus. Teleporting was much faster. Another issue she had was so-called modern communication. If she wanted to contact him, she couldn’t just contact him telepathically. She needed to call or text him, and for that she needed to borrow Anna’s cell phone. She decided that would be a first step. She hadn’t seen Anna in a long time. It was time for a vacation to third-dimensional Earth. *** Anna sometimes wondered why she was still living at home, but actually she knew, and his name was Sean. The three-year-old kept her busy. She had finished high school and was enrolled in an online computer science program at a Bay Area university. Her original goal was to have a career that would support the two of them independently. Since she had enrolled in the courses while she was still in high school, she was well on her way to accomplishing this goal. She also welcomed increased human contact, even though it was over the internet. Many courses involved group projects, and though they couldn’t meet in person, video chats were recorded so the instructors could check on their progress. She could easily have moved herself and Sean to the Bay Area, but something was holding her back, and it was not named Sean. That something was the fact that Sean was way too advanced for his age. At three years old, he was too young to be in the first grade in the Mt. Shasta school system, so she had enrolled him in an online primary school. Both public and independent schools across the country had developed online courses during the recent pandemic, and many people had taken advantage of them. Their popularity ensured their continuing existence. There were many students who still needed classroom learning, but for the already-advanced Sean, it was perfect. For one thing, she was able to age him by three years on the application, presenting him as a six-year-old. And since he actually looked older than the normal three-year-old, he was able to participate in classroom discussions held on both audio and video. He loved learning, so getting him to sit still for class was not a problem. If she moved to the Bay Area, she would have a hard time explaining Sean to anyone. Besides, everyone here loved Sean. They would be heartbroken if she and Sean moved away. Those who thought he was a bit advanced for his age didn’t say much. After all, this was Mt. Shasta, and miracles happened here. It also allowed her to avoid the question of who Sean was. Anna’s father was Caucasian and her mother was Black, giving Anna a full head of kinky black hair, brown eyes, and beautiful light brown skin. Since Sean’s father was Caucasian, Sean was quite a handsome boy, ending up with beautiful blue eyes as well as curly black hair and a lighter skin tone. The racial mixture made it hard for people to guess his age. Anna was working on a project when she heard Maya tap on her thoughts. Hi, Anna. May I come visit? Sure. I’m at a stopping point. I’m making the same mistake over and over, and I need a different focus for a few minutes. Maya teleported to Anna’s bedroom. Anna set aside her laptop and gave her friend a big hug. “Long time no see. What have you been doing?” “The usual. Saving the planet. I actually came to borrow your phone for a minute to text Kahlil.” Anna had lent Maya her phone a couple of times in the past and knew who Kahlil was. “Sure. Tell him hi for me.” Maya sent her message and then sat down with Anna to chat. “So, what’s happening with your family?” “Well, as you know, Dad is doing some experimental building. It took a long time for the plans to be approved, but it’s finally happening. He bought the lot next door and is building an underground house. The most time-consuming part was preparing the ground. Naturally we’re on a hill, so digging back into the hillside was not the problem. Being made of concrete, the house will be basically fireproof. The hard part was digging deep enough to put in a lot of gravel for drainage. We still have wet winters, and the water has to go somewhere. Starting at the top of the hill, it seeps into the soil and flows down to the gravel, traveling underneath the house instead of through it. The house actually sits on concrete piers and won’t slide downhill with the water.” “Water can crack the concrete?” “Given enough time, water can crack anything. Concrete. Brick. Adobe. Whatever. Look at the Grand Canyon. People think a little river took a long time to create that big canyon. But in reality, it was a whole lot of fast-moving water that made the canyon. Geologists say there are some old, small volcanos in the area and river water may have been blocked up by lava flows. Eventually the dams broke and the water rushed downstream, gouging out softer soil.” “Hmmm. I’ll never look at water the same way again,” Maya said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. What have you been doing? Are you going to see Kahlil?” “If he’s in the country, I thought I’d pop in. He’s almost done at Stanford.” “Would you want him to come here to live?” Anna asked. “I think he’d be bored here,” Maya said. “There’s not much to do. Everyone here is pretty healthy. After Asia and Africa, Mt. Shasta might not hold much interest for him.” “Maybe he would want to see more of you,” Anna teased. “That might be a problem.” “Do you think you’d ever tell him about yourself?” “Maybe, if I were sure I could trust him.” “We’ll have to wait and see, I guess.” Anna’s phone dinged and she looked at it. “Message for you.” Maya read the message. Kahlil was home and would love to see her. He had just come back from Asia and had the weekend off for jet lag recuperation. If she could come to the Bay Area, he would pick her up at the bus station on Saturday. Anna looked at the bus schedule on her laptop. The bus from the north arrived in San Francisco at 5 p.m. Rush hour. Ugh. “Do you want a motel reservation in Palo Alto?” “That would be great, but I don’t have any money.” “I do. The world runs on credit. I’ll make a reservation for you for one night. I’ll have to tell them you have no identification. You know, you just might have to get a driver’s license so you can use it for ID so you can get a credit card so you can open a checking account so you can pay your Earth bills.” “Me? Drive? Earth bills?” Maya chuckled. “I’m the ambassador. I should have a chauffeur and the bills should be paid by my country, which doesn’t use money.” “Tell that to the Holiday Inn or Hilton Hotel. Text him back and tell him you’ll be there. You can teleport to the last row of the bus. No one will notice. Do you need an overnight bag with clothes?” “Yes. A bag won’t teleport out of Telos with me, but it will teleport from one Earth location to another. Don’t ask me why—just rules of teleportation 101.” “I’ll make you one and put it in my room. You can pick it up on your way to the back of the bus. What size are you?” The two women browsed through Anna’s closet and chose some clothing to pack. They found a backpack she could use on the second part of her journey. “Thanks, Anna. I owe you one. 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