Chapter 5 Children of the Moon

Chapter 5

Children of the Moon

  Trembling with frustration and anger, Kian folded his arms across his chest and tried to reel in his emotions. He had to think, not feel. Rage was a fog temper a pit, both childish luxuries he could not afford to indulge.

  He must formulate a plan, which would be impossible. They were still monitoring his mind. Resignation was his only option. Let them have their way. They already had it anyway. Maybe he could use that.

  Doctor Miles was smirking confident arrogant. Feed his ego, what else could Kian do, fain curiosity, play him and his elitist friends, look for an opportunity. When it came, seize it like a hammer and pulverize these fools with it.  However, that was the future. He would have to embrace his present squeeze as much out of it as he could he only hoped he could find a way to keep the innocent safe. Rooting out so-called malcontents so they could kill them was not only a practical use of his presence but a means pressuring him into astral projecting so they could study his ability and use it to further their mad egotistical agenda. This he well knew. This was their long plan.

  They had their plan, now he would have to counter it with one of his own; again that was the future not his present. Humility was the only weapon he now possessed and he was loathed to use it, but he had no choice.

   “I saw sunshine,” Kian asked, “but there is no sun.”

  Miles eyed him giving him a slight nod, acknowledging he knew what Kian was doing and that he was perfectly willing to play along, “Oh we have sunlight, constant sunlight. We also have solar collectors fiber optics, parabolic mirrors and host of other technological marvels that enable all of us to live safe comfortable lives, the windows of your house, your new home are dioramas, deep 3D depictions of your old world, and the sunlight is actually piped in through fiber optics.”

  “Impressive.”

  “Is it now?” said Miles studying Kian’s eyes. “You don’t care, we both know that. Your eyes are almost red with hatred.”

 “You want me to spy on your people, so you can kill them if they step out of line. Of course I hate you.”

  “Good, the superior should always hate the inferior,” said Miles.

 “So you’re calling you and your kind inferior.” Kian replied, “I wouldn’t, you’re not inferior just human. But that’s not an excuse. Humanity is something to live up to, not an excuse.”

 “Humanity is such a soft word, malleable as clay and just as plentiful. But you Kian are not clay. You possess something I do not. Eternity lies within you. Immortality is your gift, why will you not embrace it. You are a God. We were atheist until you failed to die. You destroyed the very foundation of our world and still you play the sentimental fool. You cannot reach your potential until you accept your superiority, and sweep your heart and mind clean of the useless remnant of unevolved humanity. Until you do, we will continue to heap hurt upon you until you finally shuck the chrysalis of your own obsolete humanity from your immortal soul and claim your deity!"

  A smile cracked Kian face, it grew wider and wider until he burst out laughing. “You just said the S word. You do know what happened. God let you catch my soul just to show you there is such a thing. Why can’t you see that?” He laughed again, loud and hard.   

  “This is not funny. We are not a joke. There is no God but you! Humanity’s future rests on your shoulders. Your inner self, your will has already proved your superiority. What you did to your Chimeran body should not have happened. What you did mere days after your birth should not have happened. You did more the first two days of your life than any of us have ever done or ever will do. What you did the night you died should not have happened. We were fools to think we could contain you with Nano bots. You took them like toys and played with them until they broke. But of course you did, that’s what a God would do!”  

  “No that’s what a man would do trying to save the people he loves.”

 “Those things down there are not people. They are just products, easily discarded, easily replaced. Shall I discard one now. I can stop Kia’s heart with the slightest nod of my head, shall I?”

 “No, no don’t do that!” 

 “Then stop laughing!”

  Kian’s face fell slack. Miles was not joking and he knew it. His attempt at humility had failed. Maybe silent attention would do better. “All right, I’ll stop preaching and I’ll stop laughing, just don’t hurt her, okay.”

 “Okay.” Miles said sarcastically mocking Kian’s plea. “Follow me I have much to show you before you can begin your duties.”

 Kian, defeated for the moment silently obliged.