Quantum Voyeur

QV12Vote until April 21, 2014

In the previous episode, Alana time-jumped to a new location where she spoke with her mother, who told her to get rid of bats that flew overhead. Despite that request, readers voted for Alana to get more information from her mother.

Episode 12

Giant black bats with huge talons are screeching towards me, but I am more interested in my mother and what she has to say.

“I don’t understand. How could you know Dr. Conners?” I take a deep breath. “I didn’t even meet him until I was fourteen and in a foster home…”

My mother looks away from me. It is obvious that she does not want to tell me what really happened. But, in this strange reality, no words are needed. I can hear her talk to me telepathically. I feel her emotions and they become knowledge. I already know what she wants to say, but I need details. And for some reason, I actually just want to hear her talk.

My mother looks at me lovingly, and finally utters, “Your father and I were part of a study Dr. Conners did while we were freshmen in college. Dr. Conners said he was looking for genetic markers for people who would develop mental problems. Whoever was enrolled in the study would have to report back to him once a year. The study paid a good deal of money. It helped pay for college for many kids.”

“Wait, you knew dad when you were freshmen?” I ask.

Mom drops her head again. “No, we didn’t know each other during those studies.” She shakes her head, then goes silent.

At this moment, I feel discomfort from her, making it hard for me to read her.

My mother continues slowly. “After the initial study, Dr. Conners approached your father and me. He told us he would pay us an obscene amount of money, if we simply had a child together.” She pauses for a minute to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. “He said that our genes had a specific formula and that if we had a child, it would be some sort of genius with special mental abilities. But he would have to follow the child for a life-long psychological research study, of which he would pay us enormous money. He assured us the child would have the best of everything…”

“Mother, no….”

For the first time my mother smiles. She reaches out and touches me gently on the arm. “I must admit, we were tempted, so tempted. But your father and I didn’t know each other at the time and were total strangers, plus selling our child to studies didn’t sound good to us. We felt it was a trap. Dr. Conners said he understood and if we ever changed our minds to let him know. The offer would always stand.”

“So, you changed your mind?” I ask, unable to read her anymore. “You had me and you sold me?” I am ready to cry.

My mother shakes her head, her eyes filled with wonder. “No, my love.” My mother’s smile widens. “After meeting in the lab, your father and I realized we liked each other. We became friends. That friendship blossomed into a romance. That romance would create you…” My mother pauses, collecting her thoughts. “We never told Dr. Conners about you. We left the town and settled far away from the lab.”

My mother looks me in the eyes. “We never suspected that a university professor would have the type of resources needed to follow us, track us…”

I look down, angry at the lab and what they did. They tracked them down. Well, at least I was born. And born out of my parent’s will, no one forced them. But yet, my parents are dead and I am at the lab. I look and see my mother is gone. I feel my fingers clench into fists. The bats are bearing down on me. I can feel the force from their beating wings. I know I have a choice: to get sucked into my anger or let it dissolve. It’s hard. I feel betrayed … How did my parents die and why?

I concentrate on the bats. They are just my fears and my anger. I choose to let go and forgive. Even though I have many more questions, unanswered, I let go of my frustration. I breathe in deep, exhale my tension slowly. I let the thoughts of anger dissipate.

Suddenly, the giant horse-sized bats shrink, their wings and bodies morph before my eyes. I hold out my hand. Two little blue butterflies sit on my index finger.

I shake my hand and the butterflies float away. I look around this reality I am in. Once again the sun is shining. The sky is blue. There is soft green grass beneath my toes. A few bunnies are hopping nearby. Birds chirping fills the air.

Once again it’s wonderful here. But I must return to where I belong and face my reality back in the lab. As I think that, suddenly I am engulfed back in the tunnel streaming back to my original reality. I will be face to face with Conners and Cash, in only a few precious moments…  Vote below on what will happen next or if reading in email click Take our Poll.

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