The patrol boat eased away, the elites were dumbfounded and as their shocked faces receded to caricatures Jimmy turned to the stranger, he recognized the voice.
                                              "You, the voice that's not Prophet. Who are you?You look like a wizard or something." The stranger smiled apologetically and replied:
                                              "In a few generations, those aboard that patrol ship will seem like Wizards. I have access to older technologies. Don't be afraid."
                                              "We're not." Said Daniel bravely stepping forward to eye ball the man wearing blue. He continued, "We're gettin' on with the things. Food's our only problem. What do you mean older technologies?"
                                              "May I come aboard?" They made way for the man as he stepped out of the coracle which immediately seemed to be absorbed by the water. He surveyed their haphazard raft with unconcealed contempt.  "You are better off getting back on the life pod and making to the nearest new island, playing survivor in this way is humorous and lowly, for a Lord."
                                              "What Lord?" Sneered Daniel who had taken it on himself to challenge the strange man.
                                              "Your Lord Jimmy, a child's name yet they will sing of him for thousands of years!" The man with strange perfect curls muttered some inaudible words and Jimmy fell to his knees snapping a hand to his ear.  " Ten thousand years! You have the makings of a people here! A Civilization! Find your home, build from your heart and work for your Lord!" The waters around them trembled and frothed, the bindings to their flotsam raft fell apart. Jimmy writhed, his eyes rolling. His fellows looked on aghast, Helen rushing to Jimmy screaming and Daniel trying to get to the horrifying stranger.
                                              In moments the waters calmed, and still on the horizon the war ship eased away, the scene keenly observed by those aboard. Jimmy rose suddenly, his eyes clear. His hand touching his earlobe bereft of his crystal. Helen was asking what? what? Jimmy replied:
                                              "Whispers."He shook off the slight girl and looked to the blue clad man. "Perez." He said and bowed slightly.
                              
                                              "My Lord." Perez returned. "Guide your people, replicate, form. Explore your new powers.Wars await you."
                                      
                                          
                                   
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The Pole Shift
Science FictionEarth Crust Displacement, a theoretical and devastating geological event supported by Albert Einstein. What if it was about to happen, what if we knew it was upon us? What if some of us were being watched . . .
 
                                               
                                                  