A. I. Evolution: The Coming of Christopher

Chapter 39

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The sun was streaming through the window of the attic highlighting the small dust particles as they floated to the floor. Ron climbed the last couple of steps to his grandfather's sanctuary. He looked around the almost hallowed space before reaching the top. The entire attic was an open work space of the house on the cliff that was built in the mid-1800s, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean of Eastern North America. The look of the attic and the memory of his grandfather came rushing back to him. Ron had no idea what would transpire over the next few weeks as he uncovered his grandfather's secrets. Secrets that led to ancient mysteries and the hall of knowledge buried in Egypt thousands of years ago to preserve it for the time when it would be needed.

That time is now.

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That first meeting started a chain of events that lasted nine years. The first of my speeches was in a small theater here in Hollywood just over three weeks later. I had stood beside a simple podium up on that plain stage and had weaved my voice and actions into a rousing talk that had the patrons standing and applauding my insights into life and how people interact with each other. Of course, I was using the techniques that I had learned playing poker, which had enabled me to pick out exactly what the crowd wanted to hear.

The bookings continued, and I found that the size of the audience did not hamper my ability to read them; the opposite was true, because we are a very social people, and a large crowd would eventually start to feed off each others' emotions. Sometimes the force of their combined thoughts was almost more than I could handle, but it also made it easier to mold those emotions into a driving force that made my words resonate with them.

The years seemed to fly by as my popularity grew, and I was eventually speaking in coliseums and stadiums all over the world. My TV appearances soon became one of the most viewed programs ever. There seemed to be no end to my popularity. Wong had remained my closest companion, always being there wherever I went. But, unfortunately the years had not endeared him to me though, and I got increasingly aggravated by his constant need to be close to me. I knew it was because of the Nanos in my head, but it did not make the memory of what had happened when he was searching me out decrease at all, and I would find myself resenting his uncontrollable need of my calming effect on his mind.

Jane and I had kept in close contact with each other throughout the years and we had developed a different kind of need for each other, one that left me anxious if more than a month went by without us getting together, even if it was just for supper or a few minutes before I went on stage again.

I had gotten the call just the day before from the Vatican in Rome, that Pope Pius had requested a meeting with me, and I knew what he wanted to talk about. A rumor had started circulating over the last year or so that because of my popularity and the nature of my speeches, I was being referred to as a savior of the people. I did nothing to dispel these claims but had instead allowed them to build on their own accord.

Jane was due to arrive in Las Vegas where I had taken up residence in a large sprawling mansion just outside the city, the year before. It was outfitted with everything a person could want to do. There were tennis courts, swimming pools, a small bowling alley, and even a rifle range out the back of the property.

Wong was getting some of my specialty rifles ready for me to fire as he always did. I had taken an interest in some of the high-powered sniper rifles that could be broken down and transported easily in a small case.

I had my supple leather gloves on that I always wore when out on the range, so the discharge of the powder would not get on my hands. Wong was approaching me with my latest acquisition.

A hand-made beauty that sported an electronic sight that when you set it on a target, the distance was calculated, and the elevation was figured out, so the bullet would hit the mark within an eight of an inch every time.

I took the deadly weapon from him, just as Jane approaches the walled area for the shooter to stand in. I smile as she draws near. "You are just in time, I am about to try this baby out."

"Do you have to? You know how much I hate those things. I don't understand the male need to blow holes in things," confesses Jane.

I look at the rifle and at her. I hand the dark black metal beauty back to Wong. "Can you pack this back up again for me, please."

Wong obediently nods his head and gathers up the rifle and heads to the small locked and secure building where the collection of weapons and ammunition are kept.

I stride to where Jane has stopped at the chain linked fence, which marks the edge of the cordoned off area of the rifle range. "You know it is our need to protect our mates, which has been handed down from generation to generation all the way from the first caveman that swung the hip bone of a deer or some other large animal at anything that threatened his mate and their offspring."

Jane lowers her head slightly at the thought of offspring, which makes me smile knowingly. Jane is the same age as I am, and the clock is ticking down on our lives together, and I know that she has been hoping that eventually we would get together and start a family. She smiles as she lifts her head back up. "But you don't have any offspring to protect, or a confirmed mate to stand behind you as you show off your great strength and ability."

I step around the edge of the see-through wall and stop at her side. "Well, maybe it is time to do something about that," I smile.

"Which one are you thinking about?"

I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her close to me. "I think you almost need one before the other, and I think you know by now that the first one is in place."

Jane pushes in closer to me. "Does that mean that the next part is in the works."

I look towards the house and the pool area beside the stone tiled patio before the fully glassed in center of the back wall. "Maybe we will have to talk about that after supper. I have a surprise for you tonight, can you guess what the chef has prepared for us?"

"I like surprises, so why don't I wait till the meal and see what happens afterwards," says Jane, wickedly.

"Why, my dear, I think you are positively naughty tonight."

"You will have to be the judge of that," responds Jane, as she gives my hip a sharp jab with her thigh.

We move around the large oval pool and enter the glass doors into the spacious interior. The glass topped dining room table to the right of the large open area at the rear of the structure is set for two and the candles are being lit by George the Chef, as we enter. The place settings are situated so that each person can watch the sun set as they dine. George waits till we have been seated before speaking. "I have your meal scheduled for nine o'clock as requested. Is there anything you would like before then?"

I look to Jane. "Would you like some wine before our meal, my dear?"

"Oh, yes. The plane ride was stressful, and I need something to help me unwind before we eat."

I turn to George. "How about a bottle of the Chardonnay that we received last month from Italy."

"Do you mean the Santa Christa?"

"Yes, that one. I like the smoothness of the bouquet, and I think it will go with our supper also," I respond, as I smile at Jane, because she has no idea what is on the menu.

"Right away, Sir," says George, bowing slightly, as he backs away to get the wine.

I lean back and stare out into the setting sun and the colors it spreads out across the horizon.