Chronicles of Han: Preserving Creata: Part 1: Learning Curve
Chapter Thirty-Five

On my way home, I realized how much I had missed driving. It was an exhilaratingly free feeling. I did not think while driving and for a little while, I felt totally in control of my own situation.

All too soon I reached my building.

After a late lunch I tried to sleep, but no sleep came. Going to my meditation room, I managed to place my body into a deeply relaxed state until Tucker showed up again with Julie and an escort.

Julie introduced the blond young man as Panam; a special friend.

Receiving the hint, I realized that this was the boyfriend. A blind person could see that Julie was in love with him.

Panam had his hands full of equipment and asked where he could set up, upon which Julie took him to my bedroom.

Tucker waited for Racewater and I followed the two lovers to see what was to happen to me.

It turned out that Panam was with the local emergency response and was studying to become a full time ER doctor. He was becoming so fond of his work that he would have considered staying with emergency services if the pay was better.

Panam started to explain what was going to happen and I placed all my attention on him.

“I am going to connect you up to a heart-rate and blood-pressure monitor,” he explained. “The first drug we are going to inject is a psychic enhancing drug that will help take you to where you need to go. It frees ingrained inhibitions and was developed from the ill famed truth serums.

The second injection will be used to stabilize your body and the third injection will induce sleep so your body and spirit can integrate successfully.”

“Where did you learn all this?” I wanted to know.

“I used to be a doctor’s aid where Julie works. I could not stand what they did to those people and left. I have gained enough medical knowledge to warn you that this is not going to be a walk in the park. Is it really so important that you are willing to risk your life?”

“I am risking it for all of us,” I told them. “If I do not figure this out, none of us will be here in a few weeks.”

The couple suddenly looked scared.

Panam started to connect me up to the portable monitors. He placed an IV drip in my arm, explaining that it will help the drugs circulate faster and he could administer the drugs without effort.

Lying back on my bed, I listened to the soft whisper of the monitor indicating a strong, regular heartbeat. Blood pressure was still slightly below normal.

Tucker and Racewater came into the room. It suddenly felt crowded with so many people.

Tucker settled next to me on the one side of the bed. Racewater took a seat in the chair at the window while Julie stood by my head.

Panam was ready with the first injection and asked if I was ready.

I merely nodded.

Closing my eyes, I felt the warmth of the drug pulsing in time to my heartbeat.

Suddenly, my whole body was in an icy clasp . . . and I stood on the edge of the cliff . . .

I launched myself over the cliff, more in control of my actions.

Again, it felt like falling for forever.

Once again, I stopped falling at the top of Hill Street, overlooking New Haven. Within this vision, it was night, and New Haven’s lights were twinkling everywhere.

It was a most beautiful sight, until one of the lights became bigger and brighter – fast.

Placing all my attention on this light, my brain identified it as a missile.

At a height of about 200 meters the missile turned into an intense globe of light that expanded with terrible swiftness.

Everything went up in flames.

A huge wall of superheated air and deadly gasses rushed towards me, leaving little in its path.

I was not affected as the blast went right through me.

Yet again, I floated to the stadium where I started tracking the path of the deadly missile.

Shutting off my emotional response to the death and destruction all around me, I reminded myself that this was only a possibility and I was going to stop it.

Everything in life; past, present or future, leaves a trail of particles or vibrations behind.

Flying at great speed on the astral plane, I followed the vibrational track of the missile in a southerly direction.

The trail ended on one of the Islands out in the open ocean.

Keeping every psychic avenue open, I carefully approached the island.

There was activity in a ploughed field and I drifted over for a closer look.

People wearing uniforms, brandishing guns of all description, were busy dismantling a missile stand with super precision and speed.

I recognized one of the men on the edge of the group as he clambered into an all terrain vehicle and took off.

This was all I needed. Origin and motive.

I allowed myself to shoot upwards, guiding myself by the pull of my own particle path to return to my own time and body . . .

“Han?”

It was Tucker’s reassuring voice.

I opened my eyes but could not focus.

A warm feeling coursed through my body and I allowed myself to slip into the deep sleep as Panam promised . . .