Friday, July 29, 2016

A Full Glass, A Piano And The Disappearance Of Time

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Looking Glass

She stepped through the beaded doorway and into the lounge, a dimly lit recluse for those more interested in the cerebral tickling of piano keys. A variety of tables and booths were (artistically? strategically?) distributed throughout the lounge, most being occupied by those deep in engaging banter. The sound of the piano had presence yet it did not intrude upon her or any of the audience's front line conscious space. Instead it laid down a path offering a turn here, or a glance there giving the room its complete ambiance.

Alicia stepped as quietly as she could trying not to upset the mood, yet still making her way towards her quarry on this night. Her shoulder length magenta highlighted golden hair responded to the colored lighting giving her the appearance of a brilliant angel. She was not a vixen though her body was sleek and fit, perhaps even as much as that of an Olympian athlete. She'd not earned it through a strict regimen of exercise but  rather as a result of her own brilliance. She was one of the Scientific pioneers of Quantum Biology, a field which sought to explain and exploit the relationship between Biology and the Quantum interpretation of matter, energy, time and space. After years of research and development at Tynan And Associates, the company which owned the research lab - she had a breakthrough. The SY349 as she'd dubbed it. Aptly with the initials of one of her deceased mentors followed by a number, indicating the number of development cycles it had taken to arrive at that version of the formula. A formula which targeted and modified the human genome using copies of itself that were taken from alternate pocket universes in two directions of time. It was a front runner treatment that was being developed for dealing with degenerative diseases such as Lymphoma-Hodgkins and Muscular Dystrophy. At the genetic level it could defeat even hereditary Cancer. It worked by allowing the RNA messenger used to build a genetic sequence during cellular mitosis access to a gene copy that was taken from completely different universe, but from the same organism. A copy of the genome that was taken from a version of one's self that was in a much better genetic state.

On the night she'd received the reports from the test lab that ninety five percent of the cancerous lab animals treated with the SY349 had no signs of Cancer within a month of the application of the treatment. It had been tested in a variety of biology simulations of the human body as well with the same results. The SY349 was the beginning of a whole new era in treatment and with Alicia having spent her whole life developing it, she decided on that fateful night to test it on herself. Irresponsibly but she'd done it nonetheless. It had turned her from a slightly out of shape Scientist and researcher into an Olympic class athlete over the course of an hour. Her body literally transformed before her eyes (and very painfully) to change her into this new ideal visage of which she was not accustomed.

She hadn't developed the treatment to cure weight problems or neglect of the body. Instead she'd targeted degenerative diseases and Cancer itself by giving the body the ability to recall from an infinite quantum library of backups of the original DNA from the first stem cells in a patient's own body. Essentially the chemical components and the RNA itself was not only referring to the existing DNA of the cell, but to another copy of the DNA hidden in a parallel universe only detectable at the molecular level by the use of chemistry and quantum mechanics. Furthermore the effectiveness of this transmogrification as she'd coined it could be affected by something she'd referred to in her paper as the artist's effect. The ability to shape the cure according to the aesthetics of whatever the cure and formula itself was applied to. The fact that this could occur at all had enormous implications for science and medicine that were as significant as the placebo effect if not even more critical to the healing process. It was for this reason that she's arrived here on this night.

Her dinner jacket and skirt hugged her body to just above her knees, compelling to those who appreciated the fine curves and subtle beauty that graced every woman's body. Alicia was most certainly intellectually seductive though seduction was the last thought on her mind. She'd save that for later, perhaps sneaking into bed at home where her spouse Walton Norler would be waiting for her. For now she pursued the world of quantum mystery.

Norler had encouraged her to do this. He'd been with Alicia long enough to know how much she loved her work. A gifted researcher. Her obsessive long nights going over the atomic bonds of the molecules she'd constructed in one of her many thought experiments. Their interactions with proteins and amino acids and the resultant impact they had upon the process of cellular mitosis. He did his best to discuss her work with her but often it just went over his head. Norler was certainly apt, though his abilities as such tended to shine in investment strategy, finance and the boardroom. He'd known that she'd needed someone with whom she could speak about her work. Someone who could understand her and challenge her. He knew that she needed that in order to grow and so his concern for her put him to task.

He'd been going over an investment quarterly in his office one day when he spied a column written about one of her university heroes, Bryce Maxwell. As a Professor and lead researcher, he'd been one of Alicia's inspirations early on and perhaps the one who'd pointed the way to her breakthrough in Quantum Transmogrification. When Alicia and Norler had began dating, she'd often bring up Maxwell's name in conversation. Excitedly and enthusiastically. At first he'd thought that it might have been a university crush but after he'd gotten to know her, he realized that this was one of her heroes.

The article he'd come across had listed Maxwell's past research projects as well as his extracurricular activities. Bryce Maxwell it turned out was also a concert and lounge pianist who'd gigged for years in the city. In the column Bryce had plugged his current venue at the Looking Glass Lounge, a small but popular venue in the city. Norler had called the lounge himself reserving a table for Alicia up front and close to the piano. The rest was up to her.

For the week before her reservation, she'd played down the whole thing though inside she was deeply excited. On that night she'd prepared her most important paper notes and put them in her journal beside her tablet computer. Heylyn had even coordinated with Norler and had sent Alicia one of her recent evening wear designs, especially customized for her Night Style alter ego should her presence be required. She stood before the mirror examining herself.

"How do I look?" Alicia asked Norler who admired from down the hall.

"You look stunning. How do you feel?" Norler asked her.

"Great honey." she turned away from the mirror and approached him wrapping her arms around him.

"Thank you." she whispered in her ear planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"Enjoy yourself honey. I'll be here if you need me." Norler said brushing his lips over hers gently so as not to mess up her makeup.

"Don't wait up. Keep my side of the bed warm if you can..." Alicia said to him as she grabbed her journal and slipped out the door.

Alicia found her reservation and seated herself a short distance from the stage where Bryce already sat playing a quiet instrumental and clearly enjoying himself. The waiter arrived, taking her order of gin and tonic. As he finished the piece he turned to see Alicia, and threw her a wink. She blushed as the applause filled the lounge. Bryce stood bowing before taking a seat behind the microphone on the piano. Alicia's waiter brought her gin and tonic and placed it gingerly on the table.

"You know. Long before I'd started my long career in quantum research, I'd always had this idea that one day I'd be an instrumentalist. A pianist actually. Imagine that. So what a coincidence it is to be here playing this gig. Behind a fourteen foot grand piano, though a twelve footer would have done nicely too. Life really is a big string of coincidences. One connecting to another and so on. That, actually is what the world of quantum physics is all about. Coincidences, though coincidence tends to take on a different meaning depending upon which side of the event you're on. Before, during or after it. Especially if you remove time altogether which many have tried to do if only to make sense of it. I guess there's no time like the present. So that's my next piece. Maybe its a coincidence. Maybe not. You'll have to decide..." Bryce started the piece as he finished his sentence.

Alicia's smile stretched from ear to ear mulling over what he'd just said. Was he talking to her? After all she was there to discuss quantum physics with one of the foremost theorists and researchers in her field. How'd he know she was here to discuss such a thing with him. She blushed again slightly as she pulled herself together retrieving her notes from her notebook journal. She fished through her tablet bringing up the files she wanted to share where she waited for the opportunity to do so enjoying the music.

Alicia took a moment to look around the room recognizing some fellow researchers and other fans of Bryce. There was Nelson Tanner, a biologist from Montreal who'd had successes against melanoma via gene therapy. She recognized Zheng Ni Wong, a lady and popular researcher who'd just received her Doctor's degree from the University of Toronto. Her thesis had been about the artificial stimulation of mitosis and "temporal skewing" of a cell's internal clock. Katya and Victor Piotr sat in a booth just across from her. They were husband and wife research team who'd emigrated from Russia to New York where they'd worked with phages. They'd published a paper on the fact that phages could be used to accelerate the delivery of medicines through the bloodstream directly, acting as carriers for the treatments. They both waved upon recognizing Alicia. She waved back politely as Bryce's piece finished. There was a moment of applause as Bryce once again spoke into the mic.

"Thank you very much. Coincidence? I think not for there's more to this journey than meets the eye. Ask any physicist or philosopher and they'll confirm it, be they speaking of Bosons or even Bozos, but we didn't bring the lab with us tonight did we?" Bryce posed for the audience.

"Just play the piano and let the real physicists do the work!" came a response from one of Bryce's academic peers in the audience.

"I guess we can leave the bosons in the lab, but there's no getting rid of the bozos. I guess maybe that's because they're gluons. Or really glued on. If any of you out there discover some new elementary particles, be sure to use the suffix off rather than on..." Bryce replied without losing a step.

The audience broke out in laughter and a ripe smile stretched across the heckler's face. Alicia even found herself laughing and feeling very much at home all of the sudden.

"I'm going to take a short break and enjoy the company of some of my peers. I hope you're enjoying your evening here at the Looking Glass Lounge and it looks like our Alice for the evening has arrived. So I guess that either makes me the Chesire Cat." with those words Bryce stepped down from the stage signalling Alicia that he'd be right back.

She watched him with interest as he made his way over to the bar where they'd prepared a drink for him. He took a moment and shook hands with another one of his peers before making his way back over to Alicia's table.

"...or the Mad Hatter?" Alicia suggested to her idol and peer, Professor Bryce Maxwell.

"Alicia Westin. To what occasion do I owe this wonderful surprise?" Bryce addressed her.

"Uhhh, Mr Maxwell. You remember me from the talk I gave a few years ago on Quantum Transmogrification at the University Of Waterloo don't you? I mean you've already accomplished so much in your career and life, especially in the field of quantum biology. " Alicia asked him.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Bryce asked her candidly.

"I was hoping you would! Please do!" she said awkwardly standing as he seated himself.

"You didn't come all the way down here to the Looking Glass to speak about quantum physics did you?" he asked her.

"Well... you see I've always had a fantasy that we'd meet some day and..." Alicia began.

"...fantasy can be such a misunderstood word sometimes. So many use it to implicate sexuality where as it can mean something so friendly and intimate as a good conversation. Right?" Bryce spoke easing her tension a bit.

"Exactly! This is a little cliche in some ways, but its important." Alicia assured him.

"Most certainly it is. I've met some of the most interesting people I know in much the same way just as I'm sure I've added another to that list. Maybe its coincidence? Maybe there's something happening on another level. Too small for the eye to see. Maybe you wanted it to happen. After all, that's how I met my wife. Let's drink to serendipity." Bryce said to her offering his glass in a toast.

She met his glass with her untouched gin and tonic like a chime.

"This is the Looking Glass we'll look through tonight. But not too much of course." Bryce savored his drink and sat back taking in Alicia.

"I see you've prepared for this. Are these your research notes?" Bryce asked her.

"The most important ones anyway. Here's the numbers though I've been trying to statistically document and analyze the data regarding the artist's effect. You're familiar with the SY349 program aren't you?" Alicia asked him feeling a little more comfortable.

"Absolutely. The artist's effect. The measurable impact that aesthetic design can have upon shaping the effects of the SY349 formula. Like the diametrical opposite of the placebo effect if you would. I remember your talk at University Of Waterloo by the way." he responded as she handed him some papers with her significant numbers circled.

"I saw your data. In the paper you published last year. Very impressive. I can't help but think that you might be looking in the wrong place for the answers though." Bryce said going over her data.

"I've been very thorough." Alicia assured him.

"You certainly have but we're dealing with a very elusive idea here. The numbers might point in a direction, but I think you'll find that the direction between experiments that it points will appear random. Inconsistent. Boggling and counter intuitive." Bryce suggested looking at the numbers.

"Are you saying that there's something wrong with my data? My experiments?" Alicia asked him a look of shock crossing over her face.

"Nothing at all of that sort my dear Alicia. You, your experiments or your data are not a problem at all. There is nothing wrong. Please don't condemn yourself before you really start looking at the mystery. You're looking for an answer. You need to ask yourself if what you seek the answers to is really what is needed to accomplish what you're trying to do with the SY349 and quantum transmogrification." Bryce suggested to her.

"As researchers and scientists, theory, experimentation and hypothesis are the ways we collect data. So we can use what we learn to..." Alicia started as she paused realizing her idealism was speaking for her.

"...to make the world a better place. I see you caught yourself whilst being pulled in by the gravity of idealism. Gravity is good and so is a moral compass. Your work seeks to save lives and make life better without dire consequences or price to the biosphere or any of it's denizens. That tells me that its somehow built into your intuition yet you're trying to restrain yourself. Sometimes though we need think without constraints that are misleading so our thinking and insight isn't so rigid as to hide the truth from us." Bryce said to her as she took a drink.

"How do we know how to use the artist's effect to our advantage without data?" Alicia asked him.

"It isn't imperative for me to know the mechanical processes at work when I press one of the keys on a piano in order to be able to play, is it? I mean all of that happens under the hood and it doesn't require me to know a thing about it unless maybe I need to tune it." Bryce suggested through metaphor.

"Are you saying that we can use the artist's effect without understanding it? I mean what would happen if the piano broke? Wouldn't you want to be able to fix it?" Alicia returned.

"The piano isn't broken and it is broken much the same as the biological process you're trying to effect aren't broken and are broken. It's a point of view because the concept of broken is subjective. With the SY349 you're trying to shape the next generation of cells in such a way that they benefit the current whole in a biological specimen. Who is to say that specimen is broken or not broken? That concept depends on what is needed to survive within the current time span of that specimen. Does it mean that we're broken just because we don't breath water like fish? It might if the world were subjected to a great deluge much like that depicted in the Epic Of Gilgamesh. We have land that we can live on and air that we breath. If we tried to survive underwater then by all means yes, we could probably say that we're broken because our lungs can't deal with water." Bryce explained to Alicia.

"But other sea going mammals live in the ocean. Dolphins for instance. They can't breath water. We essentially have the same respiratory systems as they do." Alicia tried to correct him.

"You're missing the point. They're not broken because they can't breath water and they're broken because they can't. That doesn't mean that we need to fix dolphins. Take a cancerous dolphin on the other hand. A part of its natural biology that is working in detriment to the individual's own survival. A living thing is not broken just because it has lesser capabilities of survival so long as its own biology is working towards it's own survival. Of course we aren't going to get into evaluating its fitness to bare offspring. When people start making decisions related to who gets to have babies and who doesn't on the basis of genome, we're in for a world of rights abuses and an era of elitism. I mean we certainly wouldn't ban procreation of those with a history of cancer now, would we?" Bryce posed to Alicia.

"I think we buried eugenics during the talk I gave at University Of Waterloo. I mean limiting someone's right to procreation on the basis of genetics is the same as encouraging those with supposedly superior genetics to have more children. Both ideas seem very absurd and outright disgusting to me." Alicia confirmed her stance once again for Bryce.

"As they are to myself as well. Is the dolphin inferior to fish because it doesn't breath water? If it has cancer though, that's a threat to its life and a possible gamble for its offspring though no reason for the poor dolphin to have its ability to procreate taken from it. I take it that the SY349 is being used not to make dolphins that breath water, but to stop cancerous cells from wreaking havoc upon the body?" Bryce asked her keeping his eyes on her as he waited for her answer.

Alicia paused a moment as she weighed her answer. She'd used the formula to imbue herself with superhuman abilities. Would that qualify as giving gills to a dolphin? Had she overstepped the moral line with regard to genetics and the sanctity of life? She'd already spent a year moralizing her decision to test the formula on herself.

"No. The SY349 has been used in a large number of cases as a front running cancer treatment. We aren't making water breathing dolphins or fire breathing butterflies. At least not bad ones." Alicia assured him as best as she could.

"I should hope not. I like butterflies. I am also very much intrigued by the artist's effect, though I have to be honest with you Alicia. I'd hate to be the peer of the scientist who'd have supported limiting the procreation rights of Mr. Hawking's mother." Bryce said to her approvingly.

There was a pause as Bryce's smile returned and the serious tension of the conversation disappeared for a moment.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to get up on stage and perform another set. We'll continue this talk if you'd like during my next break?" Bryce asked her.

"I hope you don't mind?" Alicia confirmed with him.

"Not at all. This is just the kind of thing that needs to be spoken of in class as much as it does in the labs. I'd be willing to bet that some of the best theoretical work takes place in a lounge. So let's see if we can't help you find an answer." Bryce said as he politely took his leave of her table.

"I'll be waiting." Alicia said with both a smile and a tear on her cheek.

Numbers

A few of the guests in the lounge had taken to the floor for a close dance during the last song in Bryce's set. A moody ballad in which he sang with his weathered voice. He wasn't technically a singer but he certainly had the heart of one and that's what had warmed her's. He wasn't pretending to be anything but himself and that was an honesty that it had taken him a long time to earn. Living up to his own legend Alicia had thought.

He sang the last words in the song and bowed for the audience, most of whom were on the dance floor by that point.

"I've got to take one more break and then I'll be up here for one more set. The finale if you'd have it though I'm only just getting started. Care to join me?" Bryce stood and departed the piano making his way to the bar for a drink before returning to Alicia's table.

"That was brilliant!" Alicia said to him standing as he joined her at her table.

"That was the mood. The right time and the right place. The right crowd." Bryce said to her clanking glasses once again.

"Now lets talk about numbers and reality." Bryce said with a measured sense of retrospect.

"I thought you said these numbers wouldn't show us anything." Alicia said without any hint of resent.

"I said they wouldn't point the way to what we need to understand the artist's effect. In fact your numbers give us the most interesting clues that something very intriguing is going on here. Something that Sylvia was onto during her time as a researcher." Bryce said to her uncovering a memory she'd long treasured.

"You knew a researcher named Sylvia?" Alicia asked surprised that Bryce had brought up her name.

"Sylvia Upadhaya. A brilliant theorist and perhaps one of the greatest laboratory researchers with whom I've had the pleasure of working. She was one of the funniest Women I've ever met. She had a wonderful sense of humor. Humor seems always to pair well with motivation and curiosity. Wonderful qualities in any Woman." Bryce said directly to Alicia.

"...or Man. So you knew her. I can't believe this. I used to volunteer at a home for the elderly. She was staying there when I was sixteen. That's when I met my best friend too. Heylyn." Alicia added directing it back to Bryce.

"There are many coincidences in life. Enough so that if you were to measure them, the data would look something like your numbers. Indicating that something was going on but unpredictably enough to make you question whether you were imagining it. Something Sylvia was quite comfortable with at that time." Bryce suggested to her.

"So you were peers at that time?" Alicia asked Bryce.

"Years before. She was a mentor of sorts though I've had my share of heroes too, Alicia. We all have someone that inspired us enough to get over our fear and to really try. She was amongst those who'd helped me similarly. It's no surprise to me that you also knew her for the line that connects us is invisible and its name is serendipity. I remembered when she left the field for medical reasons, though I'd suspected something else was afoot. Four years later I stood with her closest family and friends at the crematorium to wish her a farewell on her final departure and possible return as she'd have it. I suppose that people live on through their impact upon those they affect. For all intense purposes, she's alive through us." Bryce raised his glass again and Alicia met it.

"I'd known that I wanted to be a research scientist. It was Sylvia that opened my eyes to quantum phenomenon though she only referred to them as coincidences. Kind of like you do." Alicia told him.

"Well Sylvia and I had very different beliefs and a different understanding of how the universe worked. We had some great debates between us. She certainly kept me on my toes. So we've found a thread between us, Alicia. One that certainly provides some compelling evidence but counter intuitive numbers. Perhaps Godel's ideas are at work somewhere..." Bryce said recalling his time with Sylvia.

"You mean Godel's trickster? There's something very unappealing about the idea that a little subatomic trickster is running around between Planck's limits to our ability to measure, keeping the secrets of the universe hidden from us." Alicia's eye brows furrowed as she spoke a cynical smile perched on her lips.

"Maybe that's because Godel's trickster is not outside of us but a part of us." Bryce replied with a smug smile of his own laying the bait for her.

"You can't just leave it hanging there. Do you care to elaborate or do you wish to concede your point?" Alicia said to him playfully.

He paused for a moment admiring her challenge.

"An objective universe keeps no secrets for it has no mind and therefore no motive. It is purely object and substance without a push. It is only effect and never cause. Like the billiards table with the balls racked and ready to play. Nothing results until something happens. The player breaks and everything that occurs after that is effect. The player is cause. Do you really believe that the universe is just a collection of subatomic billiards' balls just waiting to be affected? There in that quantum soup there is something beyond time and space that somehow binds both of those concepts together and gives them meaning." Bryce explained to her.

"You're talking of observation selection. Anthropomorphism maybe? We impose ourselves upon what we perceive. To give it life and meaning. We're looking in a mirror. As a little girl I see a teddy bear and believe it is alive even though it is just a collection of molecules arranged to look like something alive. It has two eyes, a nose and a mouth and maybe some cute ears. I'm seeing myself in a mirror." Alicia responded to Bryce.

"It's interesting that you chose the metaphor of a mirror when explaining yourself. What's even more interesting is that just like your poor teddy bear, we are nothing more than a collection of molecules bound together by some atomic forces but mostly composed of energy and empty space. Even your explanation lends credence to the idea that we in fact act as Godel's trickster. Keeping the secret of the inner workings of the universe hidden. Even from ourselves. You just proved it. Now I think you owe your poor teddy bear an apology. Even Sylvia would agree." Bryce said to her raising his glass.

"We're talking about how our the numbers in scientific data of such phenomenon both hide and reveal the nature of reality. What does that have to do with my teddy bear?" Alicia asked him with focus and discipline.

"Because even as a grown Woman and a scientific professional, you still have that teddy bear in you. That secret love of something and someone that becomes personified in what you do and why you do it. The numbers only reveal the fact that it's there, not where it is." Bryce smiled as he pulled his chair out.

"You've got some company it seems. I've got a set to play and I shall return when we will conclude this conversation and uncover the answers to what you came here to seek. Alicia, it is always a great pleasure speaking with you. Katya, Victor, Nelson, Zheng, I'll be back to join you here at Alicia's table soon." with that Bryce stepped back up onto the stage and sat before the piano.

"Please do have a seat. All of you."Alicia was surprised to see her peers had come to join her at her table.

"So, what were you and Bryce discussing?" asked Nelson pulling out a chair for Zheng.

Alicia paused for a moment thinking of how to respond. By the time she did, Katya and Victor were seated beside her.

"Two good friends and an elusive mystery. Sylvia Uphadhaya, my teddy bear and Godel's trickster." Alicia replied igniting the fires of conversation.

The Unveiling Of The Mystery

The peers at Alicia's table went through the regimen of introductions and social familiarity and it was forty minutes before Katya asked the million dollar question.

"Now you've got us so intrigued that you're going to have to explain yourself. I mean what could Sylvia Uphadhaya, a teddy bear and Godel's trickster have to do with one another?" Katya said with a playful smile on her face.

"You'd better watch it. I think that she just laid a trap for us to step into." Zheng responded to Katya's inquiry.

"Me? I was hoping you'd help me out of this trap of a debate he lured me into. The same way I might add." Alicia said responding to Zheng and Katya.

"Well don't look to me. I mean philosophy was never my strong point. I'm a hands on sort of man." Victor said hoping he'd excused himself from the upcoming conversation.

"Just because we had to take the mandatory Ethics Of Genetic Engineering 101 doesn't mean that we're well equipped to delve into Godel, Bohr, Heisenberg or Einstein for that matter." Nelson suggested.

"I think that you're selling us short. I mean what ever happened to your your sense of adventure, your graduate's ego? That wonderful confidence of a newborn graduate that can get you into an opportunity and sometimes just as much trouble?" Katya asked Nelson.

"Pop science, public interest, continued funding and results." Nelson replied tipping his drink back to his lips.

"Pop science? There is no pop science in this day and age. I mean we've reached the time where every science has delved so far that they are starting to overlap others. Like our respective fields are each islands and we've completely explored those islands and have learned that in order to continue we have to study the ocean that connects us to other islands in order to know what goes on in our own. A merging of the sciences. This is becoming evident now." Zheng replied to Nelson as Bryce finished his tune.

"But that doesn't help funding. I mean the sciences have thrived on these boundaries in the past. Like each of the sciences themselves have become a brand for investment purposes and public interest. Remember that in the past the sciences were often competing for the same investment dollars by attempting to tackle problems from a different angle. It's only in recent years that we've seen the face of investment change and the public interest grow. We're experiencing a renaissance that has begun to erode the walls built between the sciences in the old segmented investment model. That change is happening faster than many can cope with and the demand for something to showcase is skyrocketing." Bryce said from behind them.

"Not to mention that competing for the spotlight itself has changed. I mean my husband and I spent years working on our medicinal delivery method that utilized phages as the agents of delivery before the public interest in medical biology found its way to take a look at phages. We struggled with funding, until that point. When we had the spotlight for just a moment, it was just enough to inject our research with public interest and investment funding found us fortunately. During that time we found the need to hang on to that spotlight, even fighting over it with other members of our field. Our fellow scientific researchers. With the internet and world wide exposure that has changed but have we?" Katya said looking to Bryce who seated himself between Alicia and Victor.

"The trickster. Once again we as scientists have been fooled by the very universal devices ever present to keep us from revealing her secrets for personal gain or something less than whatever this might be about. Don't let me get too esoteric or even theological for they have a place in enticing curiosity and wonder but not in discovering the truth. Segmentation of the sciences is obviously necessary in order to study them as it is to market them for investment. Once we have achieved sufficient knowledge of our individual sciences though it only makes sense that the frontier itself is at the point where they overlap. We're suddenly plunged into a world where we're working with the very people with whom we've been competing for research money. That money is directly affected by public interest and the so called spotlight Katya mentioned. Both those elements it seems could very much operate in contradiction to progress until that mind set of scientific segregation and competing for the spotlight has itself eroded. Sounds like the trickster at work to me." Bryce said confidently taking a drink.

"The public interest for a particular thing is only so much." Nelson said underlining his realistic point of view.

"But we live in a world where there are many spotlights. Not just one focused on the sciences but many, with many different audiences all interested." Zheng added.

"It's true. When Alex and I first presented the data for the SY349, we had several research giants fighting over us and despite the Zek and Torman scandal, we were able to procure long term investment in the program though the truth is that once we presented, we had offers from many different venues. It was a crossover of the sciences too between quantum physics and medical biology and genetics. Potentially a risky investment though the interest in it wouldn't indicate that at all." Alicia said excitedly.

"Well if this is the case, and you've obviously come here to discuss something with your hero..." Victor started.

"...peer. I'm one of her peers. Just as are you all." Bryce corrected Victor.

"Alright. You've obviously come here to discuss something with your peers. Here we are. A crossing over of the sciences. Let's see what we can do." Victor suggested to Alicia.

"Alright. I've got a set of numbers here that were taken over the course of two years of testing on the SY349. As you already might know, the SY349 is a two fold treatment involving a pill which acts as a genetic dye for the body's current generation of cells. This dye affects the process of mitosis allowing the RNA messenger access to all of the prior versions of its own genetic code by folding space/time through Bryce's discovery..." Alicia paused.

"Quantum fold propagation... We read his paper." Katya and Victor said simultaneously.

"...so you've managed to make qubits from the parts of the human genome?" Nelson confirmed with Alicia.

"I'm lost. What are qubits? Are we talking about a video game here?" Victor asked.

"Qubits are the computing components of a quantum computer. They are essentially any particle whose superposition can be equated to more than one state, which is discerned after the collapse of the wave function." Zheng explained to Victor.

"We're talking physics or biology here?" Victor asked.

"Physics and chemistry. You've heard of wave - particle duality? That we can't know the position and the velocity of any fundamental particle simultaneously. They're mutually exclusive. Once we measure one, we can't know the other. A qubit functions in much the same way and its state isn't known until after the computation because before, it is simultaneously all possible states at once. Like a bit. It's both one and zero until we look at it,or measure it and then it collapses to becomes one or zero." Bryce explained to Victor.

"So the amino acids and their molecules and atoms are qubits in the sense of using past occurrences of the same genome as processing units in a qubit-like operation though we're not building a quantum computer inside of the human body. The molecules and the constituent atoms that make up the amino acids for each of the genetic fields in our genome, Guanine, Cytocine, Adenine and Thymine take part in the process as Bryce's discoveries had indicated and we confirmed that they are entangled with all of the past particles that had been an anecestor of that particular cell. Those particles still have information encoded in their spin that allows us to refer back to their past state in that cell. So its like a qubit but not a quantum computer. It's like a memory reference more so than a calculation. All of this happens between the RNA and coded structure of the gene as its built through mitosis." Alicia continued her explanation.

"That's very interesting but what would be the problem then?" asked Nelson.

"The second part of the SY349 formula is a catalyst that is applied to something exterior to the body. The composition of whatever it is applied to plays a part in how it affects the dye taken internally. So for example a necklace or wrist band. During the tests we discovered that we could make changes to the formation of the genes and how they were expressed merely by changing the design of whatever the exterior application was applied to. That is both its composition and aesthetic design including its colors and shape. Both have an impact upon the effect. We called this the artist's effect and it is similar in some ways to the placebo effect except that it is consistently measurable in each distinct case. It becomes unpredictable between cases and patients though as Bryce pointed out." Alicia explained.

"So from what you're saying, the actual design of whatever the external application of the SY349 is applied to has an effect upon the cells affected by the internal application of the formula?" Zheng asked Alicia.

"Precisely." Alicia replied.

"So you mean that something as simple as applying it to a necklace with a happy face pendant could have an effect?" Katya asked.

"Very much so and something of that nature definitely does." Alicia responded.

"That's incredible. That's a direct link to what had been discussed by Niels Bohr and Heisenberg." Zheng said once again a broad smile across her face.

"I think that Alicia though isn't so much concerned that it does happen that way as much as she wants to know how it happens that way?" Nelson suggested to the group.

"I am ecstatic that it happens that way and I want to know why." Alicia corrected Nelson.

"Now we're getting to really interesting stuff." Bryce said to them with his own smile.

Objectively Subjective

"How is it that the visual design of the external component of the cure can have an effect upon the mitosis of the cells affected by the internal component?" Nelson asked in disbelief once he'd comprehended what was going on.

"There's obviously something going on between the dyed cells and the external component. A link of some kind." Zheng suggested.

"Entanglement? It is certainly involved but in no way did we predict that the whatever the external part of the formula was applied to would affect the process of mitosis so drastically. I mean in our tests, we applied the external component to symbols, shapes of varying colors and we achieved a different effect in the next generation of cells produced by their formula affected ancestors. The only consistency we found was within individual cases but never the same effects in two different people. In some cases these effects were similar but only enough so as to be barely quantifiable in some cases." Alicia told them holding up a chart on her tablet computer.

"The different colored graph lines each identify a different case or test subject. The vertical graph indicates the extent of the effects certain kinds of effects while the horizontal graph indicates different shapes that the external component of the formula was applied to." Alicia showed them clearly so they could all see.

"So from what I see here, you have some consistency between test cases but always the same or very similar effects within the individuals per exposure. That would mean..." Victor started as his wife excitedly interjected.

"...that there's something within the test subjects themselves and the way it interacts with them that is unique to them and similar enough to account for the overlap in the graph here." Katya exclaimed.

"Different physiology, age, sex? I mean there's so many different variables that could be involved." Nelson said bringing his biology expertise to the table.

"What about psychological factors?" Zheng asked Alicia.

"That would imply subjectivity. I'm trying to keep this objective here." Alicia responded somewhat defensively.

"I've seen this distribution on a graph before. It's very much the same distribution to what you'd see with a placebo graphed against actual dosage. Because placebo is so unpredictable and involves social psychology we use placebo to eliminate test subject error or bias." Nelson said pointing again to Alicia's tablet.

"In the case of placebo we saw no effects whatsoever. Where no treatment was applied there was no effect upon the cellular mitosis whatsoever whereas in test subjects with a real application of the formula there was greatly accelerated mitosis and increased metabolism well which would be consistent. None of the test subjects who'd taken the placebo reported any difference in their being." Alicia informed Nelson.

"There is one thing that would be greatly different between your test subjects besides demographics or physiology." Bryce spoke up having held his tongue for so long.

"What? Wait..." Alicia said looking at nothing in particular deep in thought.

"You mean their perception? Their cognition and their interpretation of the symbols you tested the formula against." Alicia said in realization.

"That sounds consistent with your graph. People certainly have very different interpretations of symbol and color. Those interpretations would vary greatly from person to person while some would be similar but that would bring you back to subjectivity." Zheng added.

"How could someone's perception and interpretation of the external component that the formula was applied to affect the internal effects? I mean they're related to perception and the mind." Alicia asked aloud still deep in thought.

"When you hear a joke, there are some people who laugh and some who don't. Humor is definitely subjective." Victor added his suggestion.

"...and based upon knowledge and life experience." Katya added.

"Yes and laughing has been shown to produce anti-carcinogens as well as endorphins. It actually promotes healing. There's a situation where you have subjective interpretation that has a direct effect upon health." Nelson told his peers at the table.

"Subjectivity implies so many things..." Alicia said hesitantly.

"Like responsibility?" Nelson said.

"For what?" Alicia asked a little defensively.

"For one's own mindset. I mean healing can be effected by your mind set and there's plenty of studies to suggest this. A patient has to want to get better." Nelson replied.

"But a person's mood and perception and front line consciousness are affected by so many biochemical processes in the body. Naturally occurring hormones for one can skew a person's perception and mood greatly. So for an undisciplined mind, hormones can greatly skew a person's mind set not to mention their cognition. How does responsibility play into that?" Zheng asked Nelson.

"A Woman's body during pregnancy is vulnerable to changes in hormone levels because of all of the changes occurring to support the life of the newborn in her womb. Is that to say that if she is too emotional, that it is her fault or even a case of fault?" Victor asked looking around the table.

"Perhaps a disciplined mind can overcome these effects but even that takes conscious awareness of these facts. Not something that they'd readily teach in school. Maybe that's what compassion is all about." Katya added.

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"That's a lot to throw at a patient. First of all to tell them that they are responsible for their own healing and that their mindset can affect it. Then when their treatment is not as successful as hoped, they suddenly have to bare the thought that it might be their fault, which in turn would produce worse feelings and lead to a poor mindset and attitude. So in the case of subjectivity, it does them good to be in a good mindset and for them to be aware that their perception can be affected by a variety of complications." Zheng advised her peers.

"That's a lot to throw at any one of us. To tell us we're responsible for how we perceive the world around us. So we as Doctors and healers have the power to affect healing by encouraging a good mind set in the patient. To make them part of their own healing process and strategy." Victor looked over the table.

"True. But what would stop another group of people from being lethally damaging to a person's pscyhe? Affecting their healing process by being abusive or hateful to them? Don't tell me it doesn't happen because it does. Shunning or social lambasting are social phenomenon I've seen before. Then after being treated as such a patient again is again blamed by their own Doctors for their lack of progress in healing? Once again that's a lot to throw at a patient and that could potentially lead to reduced immune system response just through the imbalance of hormones such stress would cause. If we're healers and responsible for a patient's good mind set in regard to healing, would that make the people who conduct social abuse murderers?" Zheng posed a thought for the table.

"They're factors beyond our control unfortunately and just the same as any such factors that a Doctor and patient must deal with together." Nelson was the first to reply.

"Why not look at it like a biological process? A challenge for the patient to be better." Katya proposed.

"You mean like making the patient stronger in a way? I mean healing has nothing to do with the faces of Athos and Pathos. Tragedy or suffering does not define or make healing possible. Tragedy and suffering result from health problems and aren't made better by social lambasting or abuse. Healing or strength of character is not being empowered by people who would do such a thing to someone." Zheng responded to Katya calmly.

"If I may honey, I think what Katya was trying to say is... how you say? Like if a young person learns to be strong of mind and focused, the kind of people who do such things likely won't have an effect upon them. Kind of like taking away their power to affect someone negatively by teaching them to be actively involved in determining their own mind set. Is that right Katya?" Victor asked his wife.

"Yes. I think I might have worded it a little bit differently, but that's worth a kiss." she gave him a peck on the cheek making Zheng and Alicia blush a little.

"That's a good point. If something of that nature is going to happen and we can't cure it socially by discipline, laws or reforms then it is best to teach people how to deal with it from an early age. Makes sense. Take the power from such people away right from the beginning. I guess it even makes sense that we're discussing such a thing though I think we'd need Jung or even Freud here to sign off on it." Zheng replied satisfied with the answer.

"It just underlines the importance of the patient's mind set in the process of healing. After all, they're the proverbial observer in the Schrodinger equation and from our data that observer has an affect on how the healing process unfolds." Alicia added.

"Now we're getting to the importance of symbol, color and design and its influence upon this process." Bryce smiled at having reached this point in the conversation.

"How do you jump back and forth so quickly between being a Mystic and a Scientist?" asked Nelson of Bryce.

"I'll take it that you're being rhetorical?" Bryce responded.

"That I am. Guilty as charged." Nelson tipped his drink to Bryce.

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"The power of artistic ability to affect the results the formula produce are very significant. We've tried applying the external treatment to a variety of items like artistically designed clothing, jewelry and other items with a strong aesthetic presence and in every case the design has effected the resulting treatment." Alicia said to the rest of the table.

"It is incredible how a piece of art can move one to ecstasy or drive them to tears." Bryce commented.

"So we've discerned that it is very possible that the subjective mind is playing a role in this process. So once again are we returning to the collapse of the wave function, to Bohr and Heisenberg's interpretation of reality. Imposing that observation, perception and mindset is what propagates this whole process of causality? Causality being the push and effect being the results and that push. The same process that results in the formula being able to repair and mend the body so well? If we create our own reality in such a way then why does the body sometimes work so much against our being consciously able to maintain a positive viewpoint? Why do some people do so?" Alicia asked a little bit lost in possibility.

"If everyone knew that we had the power to create our own reality or at least deal with it by nothing more than our perception and mindset, chances are they might not like the kind of world that their neighbor is going to create. Not everywhere in the world are people afforded the time and luxury of being able to think and discuss what we discussed tonight. It would certainly be arrogant to say that we make our own reality because that would be to blame every child who was born into a war zone or famine or deathly struggle. While we live in peace we certainly can affect our own life and reality and that's really a luxury, not a privilege and more importantly it is one that we have to endeavor to spread and preserve the world over. As far as the SY349 is concerned, it is the power to affect reality directly by the perception of the one receiving the treatment. Affected by the designs of your friend Heylyn Yates and others who eventually will become a generation of Aesthetic Doctors. Those whose work in medicine will involve not only diagnosis but the treatment and the creation of aesthetic components to their treatment." Bryce said to Alicia and her peers at the table.

"I think what he was trying to say about your cure is that its subjective." Kayta said as Victor, Zheng and Nelson nodded in agreement.

"Bryce. Thank you." Alicia said as she stood and gave him a peck on the cheek.

The group filed out and bid each other farewell making empty promises to call one another and to do the same thing again soon.

Bryce walked Alicia to her cab.

"You wanted to know and now I think that you do. I believe there's something going on behind the scenes that keeps this whole thing going." Bryce said to her as she opened the cab door.

"What's that?" she asked him.

"Do you remember your talk at University Of Waterloo?" Bryce asked her.

"Yes. What about it?" she continued.

"After seeing your presentation I was going to contact you to come work for me. To work on my research. Every attempt I made to contact you from that point on was futile. As if the universe did not want me to connect with you or stop you from working on your research. Godel's trickster maybe?" Bryce said to her.

"No. Serendipity. Thanks for the wonderful night. I'll never forget this." she kissed him on the cheek and got into her cab keeping her eyes on him.

The cab drove away as he watched it diffuse into the lights of the night. A variety of colors and hues. A clouded tangle of photons interlocked in a dance with the forces of nature and which yielded it's only secrets via probability. Like the chances that Alicia would show up on the one night that he'd be playing a gig at the Looking Glass Lounge. Maybe some phenomenon in this universe had a little help from an outside force he pondered looking to the stars. Maybe it was all just probability. The thought occurred to both Alicia (as she drove away in the cab) and himself that maybe the observer determines the truth of that concept as well.

Alicia unlocked the door to the condominium and quietly stepped in feeling giddy and slightly tipsy. She sneaked down the hall to the bedroom discarding her clothing as she progressed past the bedroom door.

"Thanks for keeping my side warm." she said kissing his ear as she got into bed.

The End


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I am Brian Joseph Johns and this is The Butterfly Dragon http://thebutterflydragon.blogspot.ca.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

The Lost And The Found - Family Picture...

From left to right: Alicia Westin (Night Style), Nelony Ardbloem, Jasmer McCavanaugh, Yirfir Lacharme, Barris Windsor, Mila Rendebelle, Heylyn Yates (Ai Yuanlin Ying aka The Butterfly Dragon), Mishima Sato, Shaela Sheowellyn and Monique Defleur.  Click for a larger image.

I'll be designing Athandra, Xenshi and Xushu next followed by Thara, Jexelen and Lannay. Athandra, Xenshi and Xushu will show up in the next family picture.

Thanks to a lot of abuse from a nasty and abusive neighborhood cult in Regent Park, I am not going to publish any new chapters for The Lost And The Found for a while. I don't want to punish my readers and many of them know the situation already. A gang of crooks in my community conduct illegal surveillance on my computer for the purposes of theft of what I create with many of the same crooks stalking me in the community. I don't use my computer for any illegal purposes at all, so there's no justification for doing so.

So to hold my supportive readers over until I post new chapters, here's a pic with a few new never before seen characters and with an updated Mila, Shaela and Barris.

Thanks to my readers,

Brian Joseph Johns

Monday, June 27, 2016

The Lost And The Found Part 6: Clash Inside And Out

The white haired man stepped forward to confront the lady he'd seen in the cargo container. She'd been very deceptive he thought, a tell tale sign that she was working with the forces of Lorr. She'd penetrated their defenses almost effortlessly hadn't she?

The adult Ai Yuanlin Ying flew the distance of the passage and into the assembly hall her wings glowing and stretching to encompass her target. She rolled to the passage floor landing up with her legs directing into a kick. She impacted Jasmer before he was able to respond and it was Yirfir that came to his aid. She let forth a bolt of coldness attempting to constrain the Butterfly woman.

The Butterfly dodged just barely under the bolt as it smashed into the wall on the opposite side of the chamber.

"Excuse me M'aam, but that's my friend." Monique said as she reappeared behind Yirfir grabbing one of her free arms.

Yirfir turned to face this new threat just as Monique transformed herself into a blinding light. Yirfir grabbed at her eyes as Jasmer dove to protect her.

"Besides, you're already on my naughty list for trafficking in people." Monique responded as Shaela delivered her retorte.

"If you really were as bright as you are verbal, you'd have figured out that we're trying to stop them!" Shaela directed her hand emitting forth a dark cloud that dimmed even Monique's bright light.

Mila stepped in to cast one of her pieces of artwork rendering Monique into it like a prison. It was a maze however the perspective had been skewed in such a way that one could not tell which direction was up or down. Monique clung to the walls as she struggled to find her way out of the newly emerged structure as it grew to take up the space that filled the assembly hall.

Feylashar had made it to Yirfir and Jasmer by the time the maze had enveloped them. She immediately tended to Yirfir's eyes returning her sight once again.

Meanwhile Xenshi, Xushu, Sato and Jeong Soon had moved forward to contend with the Butterfly lady on her own grounds. All three were martial arts experts each from a different school of training.

"Four on one? Is that how your instructors taught you to compete?" Heylyn asked them.

"This is our home where we live in peace. You came here uninvited and laid siege upon us." Jeong Soon reminded her.

"You laid siege upon me by trafficking in people." Heylyn accused Jeong Soon.

"We are not the ones responsible for the travesty you left behind. Hear us out and this might save us this confrontation." Sato asked of her.

Heylyn calmed herself as she evaluated their reasoning. Inside her head another war was being waged by Lorr.

"Don't listen to them! They are deceivers! They are playing you and your friend! You will die by their hands if you let your guard down!" Lorr said to her psyche.

"You're playing me! You just want me to let my guard down!" Heylyn replied to Sato setting up her defensive stance.

Xenshi stepped forward addressing Heylyn in their traditional tongue.

{I recognize your form. Your symbol. You are from the field. You arose from a cocoon after many years of virtuous study. You are the Butterfly. The Butterfly Dragon.}
"我承認你的表單。你的符號。您是來自外地。您可以從繭經過多年的良性學習的出現。你是蝴蝶。蝴蝶龍。" Xenshi said to her in their ancient tongue.

{You bear the likeness of one of the spirit forest dwellers. The legendary Xenshi and Xushu. The two winds. The only winds that one will find in a forest.}
"您自行承擔精神森林居民之一的樣式。傳說中的Xenshi和徐庶。這兩個風。只有風的人會在森林裡找到。" Heylyn responded recalling the spirit lore taught to her by Jin Hua.

{Then we are acquainted and almost friends.}
"然後,我們所認識和差不多啦。You must trust us enough to hear what we have to say. All of us." Xenshi responded patiently.

"We are trying to stop the traffickers as much as are you and your friend. We have been investigating this particular operation for over a year now. We set up to conduct the rest of the investigation from the aspect of the captives. Those being trafficked so that we many find the missing link. The headquarters of their entire operation." Jeong Soon explained to Heylyn.

"Missing link... You mean the Island of their operations. We busted up that Island a year ago. Alomera Zek and Grier Gus Torman were the masterminds. The vessel we were on is part of their former empire. They have no headquarters anymore." Heylyn told Jeong Soon as Jasmer and Yirfir arrived.

"That is where you are wrong. They do have a headquarters and it has to be large enough to support the majority of this operation. We are not just talking about the trafficking of people from Asia but also other sites in the Atlantic seaboard as well. Women and children. Some men too. Many are trafficked into prostitution or slave labor or worse. Trading in unwanted children or kidnapping victims like the captives we've seen on the boat. You must believe us." Jeong pleaded with Heylyn.

Monique held onto the side wall of the maze making her way around it towards what she hoped would be the end.

"Help! I'm caught in a surrealist painting! Help!" she screamed.

Barris had become caught up in the maze as had Mila when it grew too quickly for Mila to tame. Jexelen and Athandra were beside them pressed up against the walls of the maze unsure of whether to move.

"Mila honey, I know I've been saying that we need to go on an exciting vacation but this is not what I had in mind..." Barris said clawing the walls of the maze watching the girl they'd trapped precariously try to make her way to safety.

"I'm doing my best to try and undo this but the laws of perspective are a bit off." Mila said as she writhed with her hands in attempt to break her spell.

"Maybe you could try another style? How about cubism? Wait! Scratch that! How about surrealist? No! Uhhhhh? How about a family portait or something?" Barris suggested.

"You mean like Norman Rockwell, Right?" Mila asked him.

"I don't know. I'm already lanky enough as it is without being a Norman Rockwell painting. I certainly don't want bigger ears either." Barris said uneasily.

"How about Andy Warhol?" Mila asked him again.

"Hold it! I will not be turned into an Andy Warhol painting in the Sanctum!" Jexelen shot to Mila as she desperately clung to the walls.

"How about Raja Ravi Varma? " asked Athandra who had managed to stay somewhat calm.

"A great idea. His painting of the human form is flattering to say the least. Any other suggestions?" Mila asked as she made another attempt to return them to the assembly hall.

"I am African! I do not want my form filtered through the interpretation of an Indian artist! I am proud of my heritage and my blood!" Jexelen said defiantly.

"To be depicted by an artist of another culture is a great privilege and honor! After all, it is someone seeing you through the barriers of language, cultural symbol and appearance to find a common ground of some form. Like we're both alive. Why don't you just give the India versus Africa competition a rest! Besides if we go with Raja Ravi Varma that means we're all going to be reinterpreted through his style, not just you. Besides I could incorporate Joshua Johnson if you like? He's an African American artist from the late 1700s and early 1800s. Remember though that we all have identity, not just you. It can humble us to see ourselves through the eyes of others just as well as it can elevate us. Look at artists like Chen Yifei, Debora Teo Linang, Basuki Abdullah and Liu Linghua. What about that Canadian artist's collective, the Group of Seven?" Mila reminded Jexelen.

"Honey, I feel very very very humble right now if you catch my drift. I think my leg is twisting back in such a way that I could scratch the back of my head with my little toes. Please do something quick!" Barris said startled at the effects of skewed perspective.

"Alright. Do what you feel is best to remedy us of this current obstacle but I'll have you know that we'll be discussing this in the assembly in the future." Jexelen said impatiently.

"We all will. Let's be a team rather than work against one another." Athandran said in Mila's defense.

"Help! I think I'm turning inside out!" Monique yelled from somewhere within the maze.

Mila frantically waved her hands in a gesture summoning forth her weave to undo the magic of her perspective skewed painting. Slowly the maze twisted as the very fabric of space curved to return perspective to something dimensionally more familiar. As soon as the perspective was lost the maze disappeared and they dropped a short distance to the floor of the assembly hall.

Meanwhile, the Butterfly Dragon stood her ground while listening to what Xensh, Xushu, Sato, Jeong Soon, Jasmer, Yirfir and Feylashar had to say.

There was a moment of silence as Heylyn reflected upon their words. A moment passed when suddenly she fell to her knees grabbing at her head in great pain.

"Do I have to do everything myself!" Lorr's voice spoke through her.

"I am sorry but you shall not while I'm on guard. You'll find me to be quite smart and even harder than the hardened heart on her breast plate." the large figure of a Dragon erupted from aura and into the Sanctum.

Lorr stepped our from the darker half of her aura.

"You have unraveled my plans once again, no matter. From within these walls I shall free you all from your wretched lives."

"Not while I fly in this air shall you strive to cause harm to any within or without. You may be of Eld but lest you do well you are weak to powers of life and love." Weltherwithsp confronted the Power lord face to face.

To be continued... and far from the end...

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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Lost And The Found Part 5: The Visitor

Heylyn lay awake watching the gentleman with white hair whose name she'd learned was Jasmer while Monique slept with her back against the cargo container wall. Jasmer had spent most of the evening talking with another captive by the name of Pasu. Everything seemed harmless enough given the situation they appeared each and every one to be victims. However this did not change a thing about Heylyn's gut instinct and intuition about them. After all, Jasmer exhibited a very strange aura to her heightened senses, much like those of Torman's minions on Treadwater Island. They'd dealt with his army of SY349 super powered guards with relative ease. Jasmer's aura was a hundred fold what she'd seen on Treadwater making her feel very uneasy.

Did some of Torman's men escape with the formula? Were they now creating an army of super powered traffickers to deal with any resistance from the authorities? The possibilities perplexed her though Jasmer's demeanor was forceful but it most certainly was anything but threatening. Perhaps I am overreacting to my senses? she thought to herself. After all she'd only been The Butterfly Dragon for less than a year now and despite her extensive mixed martial arts training and expertise she was aware that there was still much to learn about the nature of her own abilities.

As a little girl having just arrived in North America and eventually Toronto, Canada from China, her attentiveness with regard to people had caught some off guard. The same talent that she'd later draw upon to draw the human figure for her fashion designs had given her the ability to read people in a way that few could. The same way that she could read Alicia and her plight during their school years together. The same way that she'd read Monique that fateful day when she'd fled her boyfriend's flat having learned about his involvement with the gangs of the city. She'd seen a girl who'd been misled and then betrayed by the one she'd trusted most. Heylyn knew from experience that one could take that same energy and turn it around to propel themselves forward and away from influences. A unique intuition she'd inherited from both of her parents, for they'd had it in different ways. Her Mother who was always thinking with her heart had given Heylyn her sense of empathy. Heylyn was certain that it was her Mother who'd given her the native Chinese name of Ai. Her Father was born of wisdom of the mind and of life experience having had a difficult upbringing amidst the Chinese revolution. He'd given Heylyn her sense of intuition and the wisdom to apply it. She was ever grateful for these gifts though now her heart and mind were in contention with her own experiences with those who exhibited a similar aura.

It was in the middle of the night and their collective slumber that one of the traffickers had decided that he was going to sample some of the product. He'd opened the container during Heylyn's watch revealing a contingent of guards behind him.

"You... errrr... and her. The pretty one... bring her... We have a special request from you two... An opportunity to earn the rest of the trip sleeping in your own cabins. What do you say?" the trafficker said as the guards leveled their guns at the two of them.

Heylyn turned her attention away from Jasmer to the trafficker. She sized up the lot of them realizing what they wanted.

"Well we were getting kind of lonely and cold just sitting here all by our lonesome." Heylyn responded throwing a lot of accentuated lip movement into her reply.

"Bring your friend and we could make your night very interesting..." the trafficker responded, the guards beside him appearing excited.

"Hey! Hey! Lady? Our friends here say they want a special night with us... what do you say we entertain them?" Heylyn said to Monique who brushed away the cobwebs from her consciousness.

"Huh!? Have you lost your... Oh. Yeah. Alright... All five of them? Sure thing. Hope you have a special place for us to go..."  Monique responded hoping she'd not blown the escape opportunity.

"We'll go up to the elite cabin. A great big bed and lots of space so we can get busy..." the trafficker responded gesturing to them.

Heylyn got up first extending her hand to Monique who accepted it. Most of the captives in the container remained asleep and those who weren't pretended to be if only to avoid the prospect of being the next targets of the guards' affection.

They led Heylyn and Monique up to the elite cabin, following the trafficker into the room with the four armed guards behind them.

"So why don't you sit down while we get ourselves warmed up?" Heylyn said seductively.

"Yeah. Just sit down and enjoy the show..." Monique said following Heylyn's lead.

The guards sat around the edges of the bed watching Heylyn and Monique very closely. Heylyn feigned delight though she only felt disgust at the sight of the guards and their sexual attitudes. She knew that if they'd resisted, that they would have tried to beat them and possibly some other captives into submission. Instead she decided to take the upper hand.

"I've got a little story to tell you. Its about the Butterfly. Do you like butterflies?" Heylyn asked running her hands up her muscular thighs.

"We love butterflies... pretty ones... yes we do... especially when they dances for us..." one of the guards spoke.

"Well one day this butterfly went out into the field... and it looked up in the sky... and do you know what she saw?" Heylyn said leaning closer the guards covering for Monique.

"I don't know... the clouds...? a big sexy pair of lips maybe?" the trafficker responded playfully.

"No... she didn't see any of that. No sirree... Instead she saw an.... Eclipse!" as Heylyn finished the sentence Monique tranformed into her light form with a brilliant flash.

The men grabbed at their eyes screaming as Heylyn rendered them unconscious one by one. All in all they fell in less than three seconds from the point of Moniques transformation. Monique then turned to a shadowy form and watched the corridor for any response.

"The coast looks clear thankfully. I don't think that I could have done that for those disgusting slobs again." Monique told Heylyn.

"Now we have to decide what to do with their filthy bodies? We could store them in the neighboring cabin. Tie them up first and just leave them there. In the meantime I could catch some shuteye here while you keep watch. Besides I have to make time for you know who..." Heylyn explained.

"Weltherwithsp is coming out tonight? That's pretty important then. Maybe Welly can advise you on that white haired guy?" Monique asked.

"Maybe. Weltherwithsp will have some answers about him. We have to find out about him before we storm the containers. He's close to the captives. He and any of his cohorts could kill half of them before we could stop him. We have to know the facts before we continue this though regardless we should attempt to take out cargo hold guard shift in the early morning and try to sneak into the container with their keys. Then we can take him out if need be." Heylyn told her.

"I'll stand guard while you catch some winks. I'm sharp and on my toes now." Monique told Heylyn.

"Alright. After we get these guys tied up and gagged and into the next door cabin, I'll grab a snooze and wait for Weltherwithsp to show up with some answers. Don't let me sleep more than three hours." Heylyn asked Monique.

"Sure thing. Let's get this done so we can wrap this whole thing up. These guys and this boat are really giving me the creeps. There's something wrong with this whole thing..." Monique expressed to Heylyn.

"I know what you mean... Let's do it." Heylyn said as she began tearing the bed linens into strips to constrain the guards and the trafficker.

She used the remainder of the bedding to gag them effectively reducing them to quiet whimpers. They stayed quiet as Heylyn effortlessly carried them two at a time into the neighboring cabin. When she'd packed the room with all five of them she locked the door with their keys and left them to their fate.

She slipped back into the elite cabin and fell asleep while Monique kept watch from an overstuffed chair across from the bed. She lay in bed still for a long time before the embers of darkness crept across her closed eye vision and the dance of sleep commenced.

She sat somewhere waiting for such a long time that she'd forgotten what she was waiting for. There was no field or flowers just a silent darkness, inert and quiet. Then she saw the Dragon weaving its way through the patches of space towards her. As its form grew larger she stood to face Weltherwithsp.

The Dragon wound up in a coil in front of her floating and hovering under the power of its enormous feathered butterfly wings. It paused a moment looking at her as if seeing her for the first time.

"So pretty. I'd have never known. Has it been that long since we've talked little girl?" Weltherwithsp asked Heylyn.

"Where's the field? We've never met like this before. Is something wrong?" Heylyn asked Weltherwithsp taken back by the fact they'd never met outside of the field they'd first met.

"We are at sea. Far from the reaches of the shore where many fields may lay. Don't you agree?" Weltherwithsp looked at her up close waiting for an answer.

"It's different. That's all. So you're saying we're not in the field because of our current journey onboard this ship?" Heylyn asked curiously.

"To travel in the realm of reality is to travel in the mind. There is no land for many leagues and as such... No field in which to be..." Weltherwithsp laughed deeply pondering the statement.

"So what of these anomalies? The man with the white hair? The red haired lady and her two friends? The artist and the nature lover? They possess very different auras. Much like those of the foes we'd faced on Treadwater Island." Heylyn asked Weltherwithsp hoping that the Dragon might explain.

The Dragon's brow furrowed upon the mention of the people and in all of her time with Weltherwithsp, she'd never seen the Dragon's emotions curve so sharply towards ire.

"They are... to be feared. They are as you. Very powerful and deceptive. They work with the traffickers to ensure the cattle do not escape. They are part of the remnant forces you extinguished on Treadwater and very dangerous. They've even built themselves a fortress from where they execute their plans. They call it the Sanctum... Imagine their nerve using such a term for such a purpose..." Weltherwithsp explained to Heylyn maintaining a very serious demeanor and keeping its face close up to hers.

"So their compassion is just a ruse? To earn the trust of captives?" Heylyn asked the enormous Dragon.

"Yes. Yes! Exactly! They are deceivers and have been for a long time. You and your friend Monique must extinguish them if you are to ever escape from the boat and liberate the captives. They will be your toughest foes and do not underestimate them. In fact, they will be making secret contact with the so called Sanctum in a few minutes from now. It is within my ability to send both you and your friend Monique there with them through the same tether. There you can strike at them and easily dispatch them for the safety of all the captives." Weltherwithsp informed her.

"Right now? Both of us? If they are so dangerous as you say then perhaps we should consider this opportunity." Heylyn proposed deep in thought.

"Yes. Do it. Go. If you miss this chance you may never leave the boat alive for they together are very powerful. Only catching them off guard do you have a chance." Weltherwithsp said its eyebrows pressed down unto its nostrils.

"Then we'll do it! For the safety of the captives. We are ready..." Heylyn agreed to the Dragons terms.

"Excellent. Step through this portal and there you will find your friend Monique. Both of you will be within their fortress and meeting hall. If you can take them all out, you will be able to free the captives very easily." Weltherwithsp instructed Heylyn.

Heylyn stepped through the portal which closed after her. The Dragon's form was replaced by that of a cloaked man.

"I've nought succeeded in such a ruse in a millennium. Lyra if she were here would be most disgusted with me and that would be the measure of my success. I have a feeling that Jasmer and Yirfir have finally met their match." Lorr said as his laughter filled the empty recesses of Heylyn's dream land.

Heylyn found herself within what appeared to be a large stone fortress. The walls rose for fifty feet above her filled with colorful runes, living plants and vines and a magnificence she'd never seen.

"They built this? How many are there?" Monique asked her.

"A few. Perhaps ten. Weltherwithsp said we'd have a chance if we ambushed them. They're working with the traffickers so don't be tricked." Heylyn advised Monique of the situation.

They proceeded in the direction of hollow voices which echoed through the corridors of the fortress. They kept to the shadows and tried to discern what was being said. The reverberation made it nearly impossible to decipher their conversation but made finding them much easier. It also gave them wonderful cover in which to set up their ambush.

They approached into the shadows under an archway leading into what appeared to be an assembly hall of some sort. They appeared to be having a meeting. Jasmer, the white haired man stood before a sextet of people. A Korean couple who sat comforting each other. An African lady with long braided hair. A Lady from India who wore an elaborately designed dress with gold trim. A tiny and pudgy man wearing a vintage tuxedo of the seventeen hundreds. A Pale Lady whose red lips pierced the darkness through her cowl.

Beside Jasmer, his Lady friend Yirfir stood accompanied by the Artist, the Nature girl and the red haired Goth. Even the ship's Japanese custodian was there standing beside the witty Englishman.

"This doesn't seem right. Something's off." Heylyn said aloud in thought.

"I agree but if we're wrong, then all of those captives could be slaves for the rest of their lives. Believe me, I know what its like to have a boyfriend that wanted to sell me to all of his friends. He would have thrown me away when I was all used up. These traffickers aren't much different." Monique told Heylyn.

"I'm wary of attacking the innocent. I don't think that Weltherwithsp would have told us if it wasn't the truth." Heylyn convinced herself of their current line of action and the decision was made.

They listened in as they were mentioned directly by those in the assembly hall.

"I hate to add to the confusion but I fear there may be two operatives on board acting in the interests of the Power Lords or even possibly the traffickers themselves." Shaela told the assembly.

"Shaela, given your record of disregard for procedure and recklessness during operations, how is it that we are supposed to accept that your observations are credible?" Jexelen, the African Lady asked Shaela.

"I second that question." Thara added.

"I've seen a lot of auras during my time as a Night Wytch. I've even seen the aura of Lorr himself and as such I have experience that is valuable beyond measure to this assembly. I am telling you that there are two on board that are experienced practitioners of the weave. Their auras are unnatural and unusually high in concentrations of the kind of energies that make the weave possible. I've never seen anything like it before. We need to be very careful of them." Shaela the red haired Goth advised the assembly.

"Shaela, you are to be on guard for this danger and because you seem to be aware of it more so than anyone else, you are responsible for keeping the operation protected from it. There will be no casualties of any kind tolerated on this operation and the use of force will be limited to the liberation point one hundred kilometers from the western seaboard of Canada and the United States from where their authorities will take over the operation and we will disappear never having been there. Do all of you understand?" Jeong Soon, the man of the Korean couple asked them.

"I need backup in my cargo container. Preferably healers and possibly an elementalist." Jasmer addressed the assembly.

"It would be unusual to conduct and insertion in the middle of an operation. Have you got a workable cover plan?" Lady Soon, the Korean man's spouse asked.

"I've a contact and friend in the container. He'd be willing to have any insertions added to his roster as family or loved ones. He's a Japanese national who'd been abducted earlier in Asia while traveling. He's befriended Sato as well. I trust him. The two Shaela is talking about are in my cargo container. If we get a healer or ESPer in, somebody that can check them out, we can make an accurate threat assessment." Jasmer suggested.

"In that case We'll send Feylashar, Xenshi and Xushu. They should be able to blend in and advise you on the matter of the two possible threats aboard your container. That will be all. Finish up your personal communications and we'll close this portal in ten minutes." Jeong Soon told the assembly.

"So we can suspect that something is coming up at this rendezvous point. I suggest that we plan for a liberation if the containers are relocated. During the relocation we'll have the best chance for success. Nelony and Yirfir can run distraction for us while we deal with the local guard detachment. Feylashar can spend the next ten hours healing those in my cargo container and getting them ready for any physical activity. Xenshi and Xushu can keep an eye on the threat. Mila, Shaela and Barris can prepare the other container and deploy themselves when the time comes. Sound fair?" Jasmer asked.

"It does sound fair except for one thing. Do you want to deal with us here or there?" Heylyn announced her presence to the occupants of the assembly hall.

They turned to see Heylyn whose butterfly wings had erupted from her back glowing and undulating in the shadows as she took to flight.

The red haired Goth lady known as Shaela began gesturing with her hands as if painting a picture in mid air.
Monique transformed to a shaft of light and arrived at her position instantaneously. She transformed back throwing a quick kick then transforming with a thundrous clap into a shadow.

"Not so fast shadow girl. You're not the only one who can play with light and shadows..." Monique blurred past the Goth spinning her and sending her to the floor.

"Alert! The Sanctum is under attack and has been breached! Lockdown the Librum Universalis Codex!" the Korean man said getting to his feet.

"We have ten minutes to dispatch them before the portal takes us back. We've got to act fast!" Jasmer yelled as he charged at Heylyn who'd landed before them.

The Butterfly Dragon and the Eclipse waged war against the Sanctum unaware of how they'd been played by the Sanctum's worst enemy.

The last Power Lord whose name was Lorr.


To be continued...

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Monday, June 13, 2016

A Heart With Wings For The Victims Of The Pulse Attacks...

I just got back from working a heck of a job today (one that I've been working for a week). In hopes of being able to afford the kind of things that I envision for The Butterfly Dragon and for my own future. Between fighting piracy and rampant identity theft and identity swapping (groups of people in the city swap your identity with that of someone else to power their life and burden you with theirs) I've had my hands full. When I started the day I had still not heard tell of the horrible atrocities that befell Pulse dance club in Orlando Florida.

Once again we find ourselves in the midst of hateful violence directed at a community of people who've long struggled for their freedom from such acts and to be as they are. As I've always said, when two adults love each other really nobody else should have a say in that matter. Whether they choose to make that commitment in writing or not. It's a basic right that every other adult enjoys, with some racism still existent in certain mixed culture relationships. Some such relationships are tolerated more than others but rarely does it escalate to murder. So how is it that someone can kill over their disapproval of the LGBT community?

Having been a writer for Amnesty International and other causes, I'm used to being scorned and shunned by abusive members of the community (that's does not excuse them for their behavior towards me). Often the worst of it is the members of these groups swapping my identity for that of someone with a much different lifestyle (usually related to drugs and abuse). So the person with whom they swap my identity gets the credit for what I do and I get the burden for their activities. That seems to be the new way of dealing with people with a fairly good moral compass. It's a wonder that members of the LGBT community have not fallen victim to this sort of thing.

As the author of The Butterfly Dragon I: Heroes Of Our Own, I can vouch for the characters of the book when I say that they all support the rights of the LGBT community. I as the author also support the rights of the LGBT (that's short for Lebian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender just in you're unsure).

I have always supported the rights of members of the LGBT community for as long as I can remember and always will despite the fact that I am heterosexual. I don't understand why or how it becomes someone else's business that two adults love each other and how supporting that stance could be a problem for anyone.

So from here on in, let it be known that The Butterfly Dragon does support LGBT rights though the stories or books have not so far breached that topic. Perhaps in the future they might, but I have no plans for it but it would not be out of place in the world of the story for it is a reflection of our world and in our world, the rights of individuals are supported as such.

I`d like to give my condolences to the families and friends of the victims. Just as the cocoon symbolizes the process of becoming, perhaps one day when the world emerges from its cocoon it will arise to a day without hate or scorn for members of the LGBT community.

Brian Joseph Johns
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Saturday, June 11, 2016

The Lost And The Found Part 4: Investigation And The Dragon

"Ok. The first crew man just left the administration cabin. There's only one left then you should be in the clear. Remember, be careful." Heylyn said through her headset.

"Don't worry about me. I was made for this... and walking the runways." Monique replied as she watched from the other end of the corridor.

One of the crew men left the administration cabin and walked down the corridor past her not even seeing her in dark form. She'd blended into the darkness of recess in the corridor intended for drainage. She watched as he walked by and then she made her move. She accelerated down the corridor and towards the adjacent cabin across from the administration. She passed through the solid material of the door and into the cabin beyond which was currently unoccupied. As she materialized on the other side of the door she responded.

"Ok. I'm right across from it. The cabin's empty as you said it would be. Give me the signal and I'm in." Monique indicating her readiness to Heylyn.

Heylyn watched as the door to the administration cabin once again opened and the manager stepped out. He was a tall bald fellow who wore stylish suit though it did look a bit out of style. He sported a stylish monocle as well though it was apparent that he could see clearly with both eyes. He paused for a moment as if he sensed that something was amiss. He looked towards Heylyn who slipped deeper into the shadows. She remained silent until he left proceeding down the corridor towards the bridge of the ship.

"Alright. The tall guy with the monocle just left." Heylyn informed Monique.

"You mean the penguin looking guy?" Monique asked.

"Har har. Very funny. Not quite. He's no Burgess Meredith or Danny Devito. Much too tall. Not nearly as much character." Heylyn replied in jest.

"Sorry boss. That's a tad bit before my time. When I was growing up, George Clooney and Tobey Macguire were the only superheroes on the block." Monique replied.

"I'm not that much older than you. Besides, I would have assumed your role models to be Milla Jovovich or Angelina Jolie knowing your character." Heylyn responded.

"Except they never wore tights and a cape." Monique came back.

"Do we?" Heylyn posed.

"That's a yes on the tights. We aren't going to start wearing capes are we? Anyway I'm going in." Monique's form became a dark and shadowy cloud as she passed through the matter of the steel door and through into the administration cabin.

"I'm in. It's an office with mostly cabinets and a couple of computers. Looks like they've got satellite equipment too. They must be connected to an offshore database through the internet. Are you getting this Alicia?" Monique said through the headset.

"Loud and clear, though that's pretty consistent any time someone talks to you. I'm ready for the data any time you're ready." Alicia replied.

"So who were your heroes when you grew up Alicia?" Monique asked as she jumped onto the keyboard of the first computer attempting to login.

"I didn't watch a lot of television when I was growing up. I did a lot of reading instead. A few Doctors and Astronauts. They were always my interest. When I did finally start seeing movies I guess it would have been Sigorney Weaver maybe. Sarah Michelle Gellar too. I really like Buffy. She was smart and didn't need rescuing all of the time." Alicia responded to Monique's question.

"Alright. I got in with guest credentials. That's enough to open a terminal and elevate my user privileges. Sometimes its nice to be rescued by a hunk. I like it." Monique continued typing as she replied to Alicia.

"Well that's not too hard figure out. After all you went gaga over Derek taking a bullet for you on Treadwater." Alicia retorted.

"Well he is a Security Specialist. He was wearing a bullet proof vest. He works for your boyfriend. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Ok, I've got administrator privileges now. I'm going for their data trunk." Monique reminded Alicia.

"No sign of any trouble from out here. The coast is clear. So do you think that Women sometimes let themselves be rescued so that their fantasy lover can feel good about themselves? A sort of self sacrifice?" Heylyn asked Monique and Alicia.

"Is it really appealing to be with a guy where that's necessary? Are you really being true to yourselves in that case? I mean if I had to break down and be in need rescuing every time my boyfriend needed to feel good about himself, why isn't he just confident in himself especially if he has me? Does that mean that for me to be a Woman I've got to be weak, afraid, unintelligent and in need of rescuing just so he can feel good?" Alicia replied.

"I don't know. Some Women like to be overwhelmed. You know, overwhelmed with charm, personality and sometimes even force in a playful sense. I know I like it every once in a while. I'm running the SQL script right now from the terminal." Monique responded to Alicia's point.

"Maybe its a tug of war. Or tug of peace depending upon your point of view. You're both vying for that in each other. Control. Submission. Sometimes its fun to be on top. Sometimes its fun to have him on top of you. There's no answer really. The coast is still clear." Heylyn replied checking her aft to ensure nobody was coming from the other direction.

"It's different for all of us. I don't think that I could handle an overbearing guy who was all hands or who was about dominating me. Making me submissive. I mean I still have shudders when I think about Torman. I just found the directory. I'm waiting for the output Monique." Alicia said defiantly.

"That's different. He's a creep and an... Anyway he was in uninvited. No consent and he occupied us. Our minds or whatever you want to call it. That's not what Heylyn is talking about. She's talking about with a partner that you love and trust. It can be fun to be on either side of the dominant or submissive side. When a jerk like Torman barges into a person and violates their freewill like that, it's disgusting! We have powers that would enable us to easily rob banks. Hijack armored bank cars..." Monique started.

"...or break easily into protected computer systems..." Heylyn reminded her.

"That too, but this is for the greater good. I mean we're here to rescue these people and anyone else who might have fallen victim in the future. My point is that just because we could do it, doesn't mean that we do it. That was Torman's downfall. He could do it, and so he did it. He had no moral compass. Maybe if the same thing had happened to him he wouldn't have done it to others. The SQL output is ready. The file's called THESECRETDATAWETOOKFROMTHEBADGUYS.TXT" Monique insisted to Heylyn and Alicia.

Alicia chuckled to herself upon seeing Monique's filename.

"I don't think that he was that empathic. Besides, he might have actually liked us struggling against him. Who knows. The whole no means yes thing. Those kind of guys really give me the creeps. There should be a separate justice system just for them. I think that the only Woman who could really give answers about Torman is Valerie. After all she dated him for several years before the Treadwater incident. Alright Monique, I've got the data. I'm parsing it and cross referencing it against what we learned about them in Toronto." Alicia's fingers could be heard typing frantically.

"Monique! Get out of there! Mr. Monocle just showed up again. He's about two minutes away." Heylyn informed Monique.

"Oh crap! The system just froze on me... Wait. I don't want him to find my terminal open. I've gotta do something..." Monique nervously waited for the cursor to return.

"It's alright. Stay calm. Press Shift+Ctrl+Alt+T. At the prompt select the terminal process and click kill. Then press Ok." Alicia instructed her.

"Alright. I just got it. The terminal's closed. Forcing the screen saver..." Monique said pressing keys furiously.

"He's about ten seconds away from the door!" Heylyn said frantically through the headset.

The monocled man arrived at the administration door. He turned the handle and stepped into the room just as Monique transformed herself into a shadowy cloud. She flew under the desk as he stepped behind it and slipped through the door as he sat down in front of the computer. Monique sped down the hall in Heylyn's direction and materialized beside her.

"We did it!" Monique said in victory.

The monocled man pressed a key combination and the login screen was presented. He immediately noticed that something had changed. The last login name was: Guest, an account they did not use. He immediately got on the phone.

"Someone's been in the system. I don't know what they were doing. It might have been one of the crew. I want you to signal a fire on the ship and start rounding up the cattle. We'll keep them in the cargo holds for now. After we're done we'll find out which of the crew men have computer experience and find our hacker. When we do I want them thrown overboard. They are to be dead before they hit the water. Keep it quick and clean." the monocled man said into the phone.

A moment later the ship's klaxon broke the late night silence startling Monique and Heylyn.

"It's starting. They must have found out somehow." Heylyn said retrieving her phone from a belt pouch.

"I'm sorry. I did everything correctly. There's no way they could know!" Monique said worried that she'd been the leak.

"It's alright. You succeeded. We have the data we need and if Alicia finds a link between that data and the shipping points, we'll have enough to give the authorities a leg up on the investigation. You did good. I need your phone. Now!" Heylyn demanded.

"Why? What's up?" Monique asked.

"They're going to take us prisoner. Everyone. This is the cattle round up. They just made their move a bit early after detecting the hack. They'll be collecting phones. Do a factory reset on your phone and wipe out all your data. Just in case they poke around with it. Do it now!" Heylyn said as she began working on hers.

"We could kick their butts! All of them!" Monique said in a fighting spirit.

"If even one of the passengers died, that would be too many. We have to do it this way. We have to protect the people they're kidnapping and figure out a way out before we get to port." Heylyn instructed Monique.

"How are we going to speak to Alicia?" Monique asked her urgently.

"I've got it covered. Alicia? We've just been discovered. We'll be out of contact for about twelve hours. I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Check our GPS location right now and make note of it just in case. We're resetting our phones." Heylyn notified Alicia.

"Alright honey. I'll miss you two. Stay safe." Alicia replied as she checked their location on her GIS system.

As their phones rebooted they stepped out of the shadows and into the corridor in the midst of the round up. Several guards stepped before them armed with guns and directed them towards the cargo hold. Monique reluctantly complied as did Heylyn handing over their phones. Within the hour they were loaded into a group of steel cargo containers.

Heylyn observed the situation using her special senses to see the entirety of the cargo hold around them. There were twelve guards in all though there were at least forty armed crewmen who'd rounded up the passengers. Their firepower was considerable which indicated to her that human trafficking wasn't their only business. The thought unsettled her and she began to question whether every one of the passengers were really just passengers. There could be traffickers amongst them. After all they'd remained undetected for at least thirty years according to Heylyn's calculations. She was a little girl who'd come over to North America with her parents while these scum bags were shipping people and selling them like cattle, some into sex trafficking. She thought to herself how different her life would have been if her and her family had somehow ended up cattle in their ring. She most certainly would not be the Butterfly Dragon.

These thoughts came to mind as she spied a conversation between one of the Japanese captives and a taller man with white hair. It was obvious they'd befriended each other as the Japanese man had administered Reiki to the man's knee. She examined the man carefully with her heightened senses noticing some strange perterbations about his aura.

Most people's aura would fluctuate under her vision and change color according to their mood, their temperature and physical condition. She could tell many things about a person just by examining their aura which showed up perfectly to her heightened senses. His aura remained very steady and well balanced. In fact it was so much so that she suspected that he might be somehow similarly powered as were they. She'd seen his injured knee as plain as day and the Reiki had eased most of the nerve and muscle tension but the rest of his aura was almost unnatural.

"Unnatural? Is not that a subjectivism in this colloquialism and schism?" the familiar voice of Weltherwithsp broke the silence of her thoughts.

She turned to see the Dragon sitting beside her examining the same man. His brow furrowed and his one eye opened up wide while his other scrunched closed.

"Hmmm. I'd say he looks a tad bit more natural than do we all. Is it he who is bizarre or is it the rest? I mean if all are anxious and it's he who's calm, does not that us make strange while he is strong?" Weltherwithsp suggested.

"Can't everyone else see you? Can't they see me talking to you?" Heylyn asked Weltherwithsp.

"Consider this a moment that runs beside the one you were in. It's just our moment. Like looking into a lake and seeing the fish beneath the water. They don't see us but we see them." Weltherwithsp responded.

"Alright. So back to your earlier point. You're saying that he's the norm and we're all just so caught up in our daily lives that our auras are actually highly active?" Heylyn asked the Dragon.

"Its point of view don't you see? If a million were sick and one was healthy, would not that one be the odd?" Weltherwithsp's face nudged up beside hers looking at the white haired man.

"I don't like it when you do that!" Heylyn replied stepping sideways a little.

"And by that what do you mean?" Weltherwithsp slipped back a little looking somewhat amused.

"When you make sense. When you're right all the time..." A reluctant smile was born upon her face.

"I'm afraid that I am as often wrong, just nought for you." Weltherwithsp smiled back at her.

"Oh I'd love to see that day. So you're saying that perhaps I should trust him? I suspect there's an insider amongst the passengers. There's something off about this. I can't put my finger on it. It's intuition." Heylyn explained.

"You'll see the day when I'm wrong and at that time you will only have yourself upon which to rely. In the mean time you should trust who trust as I cannot be the judge of that. I can give you hints but you must make your own choices. This wonderful and bizarre existence of ours is full of many things of which you have no awareness as there are many things which have no awareness of you and your unique abilities and history. Butterfly. I would say that you must be who you are and in doing so, this situation will be resolved and thus will be defined the role of the Butterfly. I must go and let you ponder this but keep in mind you are not alone in here. Make your choices wisely and I will return to help you when you most need it and you most certainly will." Weltherwithsp faded as the last words left it's mouth.

"Wait, don't go!" Heylyn said.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Monique replied.

"Good. At least not until we figure this out. We'll sleep in shifts. You take the first shift and I'll wake you up for your shift. We're going to keep an eye on the guy with the white hair. There's something peculiar about him..." Heylyn said settling herself down comfortably for her shift.

Meanwhile from the other side of the cargo container Jasmer looked back and saw the mysterious Oriental lady observing him.

"You know Pasu, if I didn't know any better I'd say that there was a Dragon looking back at us." Jasmer said.

"Perhaps. She has the look of the ancient ones. She is skilled. Very skilled." Pasu trying not to look directly at her.

"Ancient ones?" Jasmer asked.

"We must wait and see which of the ancient ones she is. Is she the protector or the infernal." Pasu said rhetorically.

"I'm hoping that she's the protector because something gives me the feeling that we should not tangle with her." Jasmer replied to Pasu.

"I agree. Completely." Pasu said lying down on the cold steel floor.

Outside of the cargo containers another Japanese man finished up mopping and bid the guards a good night.

He too would be keeping an eye on the Butterfly.


Brian Joseph Johns
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Copyright © 2016 Brian Joseph Johns


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