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Darn! No sex in this one at all! Just a bunch of people talking! Chapter 3 “Someone came through the wormhole in Lisa’s Grotto?” Alicia asked, her eyes wide with surprise. “Who was it? Anyone we know?” “No,” Jake replied. “Some pregnant girl from Canada and her boyfriend. The girl claimed she met Beth once, evidently. And Beth initiated her.” “Beth was a long time ago, Jake,” Frank said. “You mean she’s a long-lifer? Like us?” “Yep! Both her and her boyfriend,” Jake replied. “What’s her boyfriend like?” Tanya asked, grinning mischievously. “He must be pretty virile if he got the...

Chapter 4 It had been almost 2 months since my date with Becky, which turned out to be probably the most incredible night of my life. I sat in the smoke shack at work, enjoying a break from the hustle and bustle of a Wednesday day shift when my phone rang. I checked the called ID and saw it was Becky. Hello Hey you What's up? Nothing, just helping out on a friends farm and thought I'd take a break and call you. How is work going? It's going. Been a bit busy today but nothing I can't handle. What are...

0001 - Tempro                               0403 - Johnathon              growing         0003 - Conner                               0667 - Marco                      -------- 0097 - Ace                                      0778 - Jan                       0098(Lucy) 0101 - Shelby (mother ship)        0798 - Celeste                  0125 - Lars                                      0908 - Tara                        0200 - Ellen                                     0999 - Zan                     0301 - Rodrick                                1000 - Sherry        Derrick looked up from the floor at Shelby rubbing the side of his face that felt real! Not like a solid hologram but real flesh and blood! Gaining his feet he slowly backed away from Shelby who as of yet hadn't moved.   I don't know who or what you are but there is...

Chapter Five Excerpts from the Past Immortality—dazzling idea! Who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay pipe in mouth, sat on some pleasant summer evening before his door, and reflected in all his comfort, that it would be right pleasant, if, with unextinguishable pipe, and endless breath, he could thus vegetate onwards for a blessed eternity? Or was it a lover, who in the arms of his loved one, thought the immortality-thought, and that because he could think and feel naught beside!—Love! Immortality! Heinrich Heine, The Hartz Journey (1824...