After the trip to Casper and back again, Peter Twofeathers is driving his
Town & Country on the east flank of Green Dome with his wife, Robyn, Hunky
and Dory all aboard. They are only about a mile from Robyn’s house and her
long anticipated reunion with her mother when they see three figures on the
side of the road waving for them to stop. One of them is Jerry Shybear.
Another is Clara Zinter, Robyn’s beloved mother. The other one has no
clothes, no eyes, no mouth, and is as white as bone.A set of needles bris-
tles from the top of its head like a Mohawk.Peter pulls over and they all
Robyn runs immediately into the arms of her mother for a long embrace.
No one else speaks for the longest time as they all stare at each other in
shock.Finally, Dory manages to say, “Jerry, I thought you were in the hos-
“I’m all better now,” he says, and points to the white figure next to
him.”Meet Chokhmah, or at least the avatar of Chokhmah exactly as it ap-
peared to Haziel in the story we all know from the Buron.”
Obviously the little white dome inside the cairn wasn’t there anymore, be-
cause now it was back into a human shape and walking around.
Chokhmah says, “DECON has the bus station in Greendome under surveillance.
They are contemplating abduction. But Klaus Hansen has Robyn’s house under
surveillance and he’s contemplating murder. I sent Jerry to fetch Clara
and bring her out here. But now we all need to get off the road before
somebody comes along and sees us. Peter, leave your vehicle here, you will
never need it again. And follow me, everyone.”
Chokhmah leads them across the road and over the side, where a footpath
starts. They immediately begin to drop down the western flank of Green
Dome and out of sight of any passers-by. By making this intervention,
Chokhmah has once again bifurcated human history.
The first thing Jerry does when they are safely hidden over the side is
approach Robyn and take both of her hands in his. He says, “I hate the rule
that says Greendomites can only marry cousins.”
“I hate that rule too, Jerry,” says Chokhmah.
“That rule is keeping me from marrying the one I love, Lord,” Jerry says.
“I have loved Kim – well I guess I better call her Robyn now – from the
very first day I met her in school.”
“And you, Robyn,” Chokhmah says, “do you love Jerry too?”
Robyn thinks about it for what seems to Jerry a very long time. She is
waiting for all the ramifications to pile up in her mind. Finally she says,
“Yes I do, Lord. Very much.”
“Will you marry this young man, Robyn?” Chokhmah asks.
“I will, Lord. But we have no marriage license!”
“None will be needed, Robyn.I will perform the ceremony myself, and I am,
as you know, God.”
The trail switchbacks down into what the locals call the Grand Canyon of
Indian River, a pretty little sandstone gorge very near the source of the
stream.At the bottom of the canyon they follow the left bank up and up to a
cave surrounding a pool of water. The pool constantly overflows its own
brim and this is the source of the river. As soon as Chokhmah and his
group of followers arrive in the cave, the water abates, and the pool no
longer runneth over.
Chokhmah says, “I will go first. Hunky, you know exactly what to do.”The
avatar dives feet first into the pool and disappears.
Hunky says, “You will be the first one, Robyn’s mom. Don’t be afraid! My
body makes oxygen now. I’m going to hold you tight, and we’re going to
kiss. Breathe in what I breathe out, and I’ll breathe in what you breathe
out. It’s a little hard to get the trick of it at first, but nod when you
After about a minute of literally sucking face with Hunky, Clara nods, then
Hunky falls backwards into the pool taking the woman with her. A few
minutes after that, Hunky resurfaces, climbs out of the water, and says,
“Mrs. Twofeathers, I’d like to take you next.”And so Hunky repeats the
procedure for Deborah Twofeathers, Robyn, Peter, Jerry, and finally Dory.
When everyone is gone, the flow from the pool surges again, restoring the
river once more.
They have arrived at another pool in the Land We Know, which is neither
Earth nor Barbelo.The pool there is ringed by a deck of dark wood. Direct-
ly overhead, a sun is slowly brightening from red to orange, for it is
“morning”. The surface of the land wraps completely around as a hollow
sphere, with the far side draped behind the sun.
Surrounding the pool are little wooden sheds, like outhouses, where people
who emerge from the pool can towel off and change into dry clothing.The new
arrivals do avail themselves of these.Robyn and Jerry share one, Hunky and
Dory share another.Inside each shed is a variety of folded and stacked
clothing, from loose fitting robes to tight-fitting leotards and everything
in between, ranging in color from white to green.
When they emerge again they find a number of other people seated on chairs
ringed in a half-circle around two chairs. Seated on the chair is a young
man with soft, dark features and short black hair, wearing something that
looks like striped pajamas similar to what men wear in the country of
Oman.Haziel is seated next to him, but her white humanoid avatar is nowhere
Haziel says, “Welcome everyone to the Land We Know, especially our family
members who have newly-arrived from Earth and have not yet met my son,
Yeshua.”And the jen seated next to Haziel stands up briefly to be recog-
nized. “Some of the scriptures name hem as Jesus Christ. Che is actually
the nephil incarnation of my daughter Binah. In short, Binah possesses the
body of the jen you see standing before you, just as I possess the body of
the yin named Haziel.”
The newcomers are astonished to be in the presence of the very one they
know from the Bible as Jesus of Nazareth, the Christ, alive just as the
apostles attested, two thousand years after his crucifixion. Hez clothing
was of advanced Gorpai make, woven from fibers not grown on Earth, for they
are nearly impossible to soil and never developed the smallest wrinkles,
yet unlike most artificial fabrics the tunic was much like cotton, and it
was very efficient at permitting body sweat to breathe. Che was eternally
young, brown-skinned, with short black curly hair, and rather short. He was
also beardless and looked nothing like his depiction in paintings.
Haziel raises har hand to point to the sun.
“About one thousand miles overhead is a small artificial sun that waxes and
wanes to simulate night and day here. This place is a hollow sphere with
nearly as much land as Asia.We call it the Land We Know because the physi-
cal laws that govern this place are established by myself and Binah and we
know it intimately. But don’t ask where we actually are, because it bears
no relation to anything in the universe where Earth and Barbelo lie. No
relation in space, and no relation in time.”
Haziel sits down and allows Yeshua to stand up and speak.
Che says, “What Haziel says about this place being outside of time is true.
Know then, Robyn and Jerry, that some of the people seated here together
with you are actually your children, and even your grandchildren! Jashen
here was a young man in the century previous to yours, but you can see he
is young still.Time can get all jumbled up here in the Land We Know, yet
never forget it is all for a very specific purpose.I need not go over the
ancient controversy between Chokhmah and Thaumiel now, you are all familiar
with the Buron, so you know our family history. But some of you do not yet
know our goal.”
Yeshua unrolls a star chart and places it on a stand so that everyone may
Che says, “This is what men in your century on Earth call Barnard’s Star.
It is the next-door neighbor of both Chokhmah and Thaumiel, yet it a living
sun that neither Chokhmah nor I have ever spoken to. Barnard’s Star moves
more rapidly than any other nearby star.She is female, and ancient, yet she
is still a virgin. Barnard’s Star calls herself Yefefiah. She is eleven
billion years old but she has no planets, for they have been stripped away
long ago. She is a ‘runaway’ star, and she has decided to live her life in
stroboscopic time. Once every century or so she wakes up for a day, looks
around, talks to the other elohim, and sees that her position in space has
changed. In twenty of her days, she moves one light-year. So she’s some-
thing of a tourist who flies above and below the plane of the galaxy over
and over while it turns. Many male elohim have tried to court her, but she
has little or no interest in them. Someday, humans and nephilim will travel
to where Chokhmah has agreed never to go.They will be very close to Yefefi-
ah, and Dory will begin talking directly to her about many things. And
after that, everything will change forever, for elohim, nephilim, and human
Dory perks up, startled to learn that she will have a central role in per-
haps the most important event in history.
“We call you the b’nei elohim,” Yeshua goes on, “the children of the
gods.Everything you do, directly or indirectly, is in service of that goal
as I have just outlined for you.”
Yeshua glances then at Peter and Deborah Two Feathers. Che says, “Although
you two are not of the b’nei elohim, we are in need of a real prophet in
Haaretz, in the mold of Jeremiah or John the Bapist. But if you recall the
scriptures, a prophet was never the safest occupation. There could be dan-
ger.You could be killed, and if you are, then your story will end forever.”
“The afterlife does not exist for us?” Deborah gasps. Such an admission
goes against everything she had been taught to believe.
Haziel smiles gently. “There is a time for everything to end, Deborah.
Just open your eyes and look at the world, even this one. Leaves turn
crispy and brown, then they fall to the ground where they turn rotten and
black, and eventually they become part of the living soil. Even the whole
tree succumbs to this cycle when it is time. The old and decrepit are al-
ways recycled to form part of the new and supple.”
“So the eternal life promised to us in the Bible is a lie?” Peter wails,
almost panicking. It is a terrible thing to have one’s innermost doubts
“‘Eternal’ is an adjective describing the complete character of one’s
life,” Yeshua insists, “not merely it’s duration. That is all I taught,
and nothing more. Modern humans have something called the Telephone Game.
That might give you an idea how my doctrine got twisted into a message
promising unending but empty time for believers.”
Haziel says, “From the Land We Know a wormhole can give us access to other
places in past time, not only other places in space. If we have our victory
over Thaumiel, we will be able to save many people who have had their lives
cut short and give them a second chance at life. The trillions of other
elohim out there in space anticipated we would find something like you pla-
net dwellers. There’s a place very much like heaven already waiting for
you, if we win past Thaumiel’s formidable road blocks.”
“But even there, I suppose,” Peter added from his sense of resignation,
“in a second life people will live a normal span and die, because just as
Haziel is trying to tell us, that is the way of all things.”
Haziel nods, and turns to make gentle eye-contact with Peter’s wife. Debo-
rah Twofeathers. Sha says, “We as individuals do not enjoy persistence,
but the cycle itself persists forever from season to season. Don’t you see?
And if you were to contrive immortality by some incantation or potion or
hidden quality of some sacred burial ground, you would no longer be a child
of the world. You would no longer belong in reality! You would be alien to
life itself, just like a stone smuggled into a nest of bird’s eggs.’
Peter and his wife discuss the request. Her first choice is the comfortable
one, to settle down in the Land We Know. But Peter wants to live up to his
own title, no matter the affliction he would suffer, and at length he per-
suades Deborah to agree. He turns to Haziel and says, “I will be your
Prophet in Haaretz.”
Then with the b’nei elohim as witnesses, Haziel sets aside the law of the
Green Dome Church that requires all marriages to occur between first or
second cousins. Sha calls Jerry and Robyn forward and says, “For this one
occasion, Red will be united with White. And if your love is real, and
bears fruit, and we already see clear evidence gathered around us here that
such will be the case, then your offspring will belong to both Wings of the
Church, and so will their children in turn. As the generations roll on, and
your sons and daughters marry whomever they love, the breach between both
Wings of my Church will be healed. This is both a joy and a burden I lay
upon both of you, Jerry Shybear, and Robyn, if you are willing to take it.”
They both affirm that they would accept the burden. And so, with God liter-
ally presiding, Jerry Shy Bear weds Kim “Robyn” Zinter. They exchange vows,
rings and kisses. Dory is a wreck, and even Hunky allows her tomboyish
mask to drop for a short time and cries genuine tears of joy.
Before Haziel would let the Boda return to Earth, sha said Jerry had to
figure out how the Golden Gift worked.So the Boda was stuck in the Land We
Know until he did, but Haziel made a number of instruments and tools avail-
able to him that wouldn’t even be invented on Earth for many decades.
Jerry set up a sodium “fountain” with a laser trap, which was one of Hazi-
el’s favorite toys. This used a laser tuned just below the natural emission
lines of sodium atoms to supercool them to the point where individual atoms
could be seen by the naked eye. And Jerry also had a little contraption
that would activate the Golden Gift remotely, without directly squeezing it
with his hand.
It isn’t their small size that makes atoms invisible (the eye only sees the
individual photons they cast off anyway) it is their rapid motion. At room
temperature, atoms in a gas buzz around faster than a speeding bullet. With
a laser trap like the one in Haziel’s lab they can be slowed to just a few
inches per second, or even slower.
Haziel’s apparatus works because under the laws of quantum mechanics the
laser frequency wasn’t high enough to cause the atom to immediately re-emit
the light after absorbing it, so the sodium atom makes up the deficit with
the energy of its own motion, fires a photon in the direction it is moving,
and recoils. Eventually the sodium atoms grow so cold a person can actually
see a fountain of bright yellow dots rising in the vacuum and falling back
under their own gravity.
The biggest part of the apparatus is the vacuum chamber and the pump. Jerry
sets up the Golden Gift inside so its purple beam would intersect the sodi-
um fountain. When he is ready, he tells Robyn to watch.
Sure enough, the yellow dots passing through the beam disappear, but almost
seven seconds later they reappear again in the same position they would
have been if they hadn’t been struck by the beam. It is as though the Gold-
en Gift merely made the atoms invisible, but the effect wears off in seven
“Now watch this,” Jerry says. He turns off the Golden Gift, and presses a
button to cause a glass ceiling to slide into place in the middle of the
fountain, just above where the black beam is aligned. The sodium atoms in
the fountain strike the glass and bounce off (or adhere to the glass in
some cases) but they go no higher.
“Okay,” Robyn says, following everything he is doing with great interest.
Jerry turns the Golden Gift back on. After the sodium atoms pass through
the black beam they no longer bounce off or adhere to the glass, but pass
right through. It is obvious the Golden Gift isn’t just making the atoms
invisible for seven seconds, but it wis allowing them to slip through the
glass as if it isn’t there.
“I call this effect ‘phantomization,'” Jerry says. “The Golden Gift makes
whatever the beam touches into phantom particles for 6.8 seconds. During
that time, the particles continue on their way, right through solid walls
or even through each other, interacting only with gravity.”
“So why does that kill people?” Robyn asks?
“Because the atoms in a human body are vibrating very fast. They are moving
up to a mile a second. When they are phantomized they move off on their
last known course and speed. If we were doing this at home, half of them
would fly into the crust of the Earth and the other half would fly into the
sky, until the seven seconds are up. The Golden Gift doesn’t make things
disappear, it only scatters their atoms into to sphere about fourteen miles
“What else have you learned?” Robyn asks her husband, beaming with pride.
“That once a sodium atom has passed through the beam once, it cannot be
phantomized again. Even if it passes through the beam again it won’t disap-
pear, and it will just bounce off the glass.”
“So now you know exactly what the Golden Gift does, but you don’t know how
it does it.”
“That’s right. But if you give me a little more time to gnaw on it, I’m
sure I can figure it out.”
Hunky and Dory fill in the waiting time with that perennial favorite, les-
bian sex. During the third week as the bump on her head approached maximum
size, Dory said,B “I have to come right out and tell you, Hunky. I’m no
longer a practicing homosexual.”
Hunky looks a little worried for a moment.B “Why do you say that?”
Dory smiles and said,B “Because now I’m so damn good at it!”
And that was before Dory tried Robyn’s trick of changing her subjective
experience of time. In Robyn’s case, she sped herself up to make the empty
hours of the clinic go more quickly. In Hunky and Dory’s case they slowed
themselves down by a factor of five or even a hundred to make their orgasm
and even the good stuff leading up to it seem to last that much longer.
This alone took everything to a whole new level, but that was nothing, ab-
solutely nothing, compared to what the Purple Cable would do for them a
One morning the girls wake up to find Dory’s nano bud has sprung open, re-
vealing the same fifty-five pins that appeared on Robyn, Hunky, and the
church mouse they found. Now they attach themselves together with the Pur-
ple Cable and discover what they take to calling the Sharing.
“Come on, Hunky,” Dory said, “This will work a hell of a lot better without
Tentatively, Dory peels them down her lover’s legs and lets Hunky kick them
the rest of the way off. “Beautiful!” she gasps, and with the Purple Cable
hooked up Hunky knows Dory believes that to be absolutely true. There can
be no deception. Even with her knees somewhat apart Hunky’s muscular
thighs touch together, but that is exactly the way Dory wants them to be.
Dory kisses Hunky’s legs and inner thighs gently, then kisses her tummy
along the top of her cotton panties, and at each step she does exactly what
Hunky wanted done to herself. In a way, being hooked up to Dory, Hunky was
doing it to herself. Then Dory kisses Hunky through her white underwear
directly on her damp sex. She savors the smell of her, and because there
can be nothing hidden with the Purple Cable, Hunky knows that Dory really
does love the smell of her, simply by sharing the experience and enjoying
Dory uses her teeth to slide Hunky’s undies down off her ankles and then
Hunky reverses herself, taking the sixty-nine position. Her solid thighs
are splayed over Dory’s face, so what to do? Dory begins to kiss them. She
licks the two creases where Hunky’s legs join together, and finally she
nuzzles the textured lips of Hunky’s slightly parted slit.
But with the Purple Cable, Hunky also literally is Dory, and she thinks
that it is herself who is somehow on bottom doing the licking. When she is
licking Dory it feels like she is licking herself. And Dory also feels she
is somehow also on top licking her original self.
So with the Purple Cable there is no border between her own sensations as
‘Dory’ licking and being licked, and her sensations as Dory-being-Hunky
licking and being licked. And there was no border between Hunky’s sensa-
tions as Hunky licking and being licked, and Hunky’s sensations as Hunky-
being-Dory licking and being licked. It becomes a swirling stew of identi-
ties where Hunky and Dory are being mixed up into each other, lost in each
other, until their names actually floated free of the identities they were
They jam their faces tighter into each other’s pulsing hips and thighs.
Their body image literally becomes one as they simultaneously clamber into
each other and at the same time are clambered into. The pleasure is contin-
uous and climbs inexorably upward. The instant feedback of the Purple Cable
seems to synchronize them. They rise in tension together, and their last
fully voluntary act is to decouple their consciousness from their bodies,
so they could savor what was happening at a rate five times slower than
what was coming up their spinal cord.
Then there is a gasp. “Oh honey,” Dory says. It is all she can manage to
say. There’s a separation. She is Dory now, her name has returned to her.
She is having her orgasm and her mind automatically and selfishly gathers
every scrap of pleasure to burn leaving little to share.
The intensity of her sweet burning wells up and goes absolutely right off
the dial. Dory arches her back and every muscle in her body locks up for a
moment. There’s no breathing, no thought, and her eyes stare at a white
nothing. Then she bends her head back into the blankets and commences
thrashing and moaning as every nerve ending in her toes, her fingers, her
face, and her scalp begin to fire with white hot signals of ecstasy. The
pleasure feels like it is scrubbing every cell in her body.
But catching just the periphery of Dory’s white-hot supernova immediately
triggers the other identity to have a climax of her own. In that instant
she is Hunky again. And all the pleasure she’d experienced up to that mo-
ment had given her no clue that there was capacity for much, much more. So
Hunky’s joy goes right off the charts too.
Then with stately precision their bodies synchronize together and move from
the eye-crossing, toe-pointing ecstatic phase of their orgasm to the meaty
part that squeezes out all the pooled blood from their hips.But since they
are also cruising at a time reduction factor of five their automatic 0.8
second orgasmic contractions seem to happen every four seconds. Their pel-
vic muscles open up and clamp down, gather and squeeze, each contraction is
like a separate orgasm in its own right. This goes on and on for two
minutes. The pleasure is beyond belief, approaching the infinite. It fills
every shred of their being even as the the waves began to subside. They
come down slowly together, caressing, snuggling each other, utterly tuned
to each other, and tapering off with the same perfect attentiveness that
defined this new kind of lovemaking. When they are finished they can’t
even say “Wow.” Hunky and Dory would live almost forever, and for that en-
tire time, all the time, they would have this Sharing.
An hour or two after that Robyn and Jerry came looking for them. Hunky
holds up the Purple Cable and says, “Robyn, you gotta try this thing!”
Jerry Shy Bear solves the secret of the Golden Gift just after his nano bud
breaks open, but before he has the time to do the Sharing with Robyn. He
makes the announcement to the girls, and Dory lets Haziel know. And so,
sitting on a little grassy knoll in the shape of the letter C, Robyn, Hunky
and Dory gather there together with Haziel to listen to what Jerry has to
The first thing he does is officially return the Golden Gift to Haziel.
Jerry’s gesture is important, one that sha has eagerly awaited for many
years. By handing it back, Jerry is saying he has penetrated its mysteries.
“There are two realities, ladies,” he begins. “The first one is our every-
day world up here on this scale, where things change smoothly. The second
one the sub-microscopic world where things act with little discrete jumps.
Down there things behave in ways that go totally against common sense, and
we usually never see it. But sometimes the strangeness of that quantum be-
havior is magnified up to our level.
“Like superconductivity?” Robyn suggests.
“Correct. We’ve known for thirty-five years that if we get a loop of wire
cold enough, resistance falls to zero. An electric current will actually
flow around inside it forever. Also if you get liquid helium cold enough,
it will become super-fluid. Viscosity, which is the gooey property of syrup
and ketchup, literally falls to zero. Start the stuff swirling around in-
side a beaker and it will never stop moving.”
“How does that really work, Jerry?” Dory asked. She remembers the concept
vaguely from the excellent private school operated by the Church of Green
“That part is still not very clear, even today. The electrons in the loop,
or the helium in the beaker, join up in pairs which talk to each other
somehow, instantly, no matter how far apart they get. When one electron or
helium atom zigs, the other one zags, and the result is no net resistance
to their flow.”
“Isn’t that perpetual motion?” Hunky accuses. She knows that is the goal of
almost every crackpot garage tinkerer these days.
“You’re right to be wary of that, Hunky. In a way, yes it is, but it’s not
very useful. You see, there’s no net profit of energy, and in fact it takes
energy just to keep everything cold enough for superconductivity or super-
fluity to even work at all.”
“So it’s like a wheel with no friction,” Dory suggests. “It spins forever
if you leave it alone, but if you try to draw power off it, it just spins
down to a stop.”
“Exactly! Now, here’s what I did with Haziel’s collection of toys. I fired
tangled pairs of electrons from a super-conducting ring at tangled pairs of
super-fluid liquid helium atoms in a little glass lens, and I got tangled
pairs of light bouncing off it, in the form of twinned photons of ultravio-
“So it combines every form of super-blank-ity-blank-blank!” Dory says.
“Yes! One of the twin photons corkscrews right, the other one left, and if
they hit a target atom it doesn’t know what to do so it just sort of stands
up at right angles to our universe, and for lack of a better term I’ll say
it’s ‘phantomized.’ Does everyone sort of follow me so far?”
The girls all grunt in the affirmative.
He points to the end of the clearing, about a hundred yards away, where he
has prepared a science project containing some water and his own working
copy of the Golden Gift. Several colored wires led away from it, to a small
wooden box held in Jerry’s hand.
He says, “Now picture the water inside a glass sphere as a bunch of very
tiny ping pong balls bouncing off each other as well as bouncing off the
inside of the glass. This gives you a pressure to the water, a certain re-
sistance to being squeezed. But if you fire a phantom ray at it, all of a
sudden the Ping-Pong balls start traveling straight through each other and
only bounce off the glass.”
Jerry flips a switch on his hand-held wooden box. This turns on his copy of
the Golden Gift mounted inside, but there is no visual indication that any-
thing is happening to the sphere of water.
Dory says, “I’ll take your word for it.”
Jerry smiled. “You won’t have to just take my word for it, in just a few
more seconds. He flips another switch. Inside the science project relays
click and valves open. “I am now pouring more water into the glass ball.
Quite a bit more water, in fact. In the phantom state, water molecules can
exist superimposed right over the top of each other, occupying the same
space at the same time.”
“So now the sphere can accept almost any amount of additional phantom wa-
ter,” Robyn puts in.
“At least until the phantom ray is turned off.”
Jerry flips another switch on his box. Seven seconds later there is a si-
lent fireball that felt like it would singe their eyebrows off, followed an
instant later by the sound of an explosion so loud, so huge, they are sure
Yeshua is on his way to chew them out. But there is no black powder, no
evidence for Yeshua to find at all except a big crater.
Jerry tells them, “Water isn’t normally compressible, so it re-expands vio-
lently to seek its normal density, and if there is any resistance to that,
it gets very hot. It gives off far more energy than it takes to phantomize
the water in the first place.”
“So there’s a hidden source of great power,” Robyn says.
“Yes, and there indeed is the principle of a phantom compression engine
that could soon be running cars and airplanes literally from tap water. No
more reliance on gasoline. We can rig homes with hot water heaters and fur-
naces that run basically for free. I haven’t even begun to imagine all the
Hunky has something to ask. “Jerry, you say the phantomizer beam makes wa-
ter molecules stand up at right angles to our three dimensions. I can’t
even imagine in what direction that is.”
“And I can’t even point in that direction, Hunky. All I can say is that
instead of lying flat in the present ‘now’ they stand up in time and become
say, a few seconds ‘thick.’ Does that make sense?”
“I think so. It’s sort of like the way a hundred coins lying flat on a ta-
ble will cover a wide area, but if you stand them on end and they’ll pack
tight into a single roll.”
“But if the phantom water is moving through itself,” Dory asks, seeing a
glaring flaw in the theory, “how come it doesn’t move straight through the
“Because I’ve prepared the glass by supercooling some raw glass so it
doesn’t go anywhere, phantomizing the glob, re-heating it, blowing it into
a sphere, and annealing it slowly in an oven. Phantomization, it turns out,
is a one-shot deal. Every particle that is made into a phantom has some-
thing like a little mailbox flag that remains up forever, and nothing will
coax that particle to stand up ever again. It is the only exception to the
rule that particles are identical on the most fundamental level.”
“So a power plant using phantom compressed water in a closed loop will nev-
er work,” Robyn notes.
“Correct, Robyn. Only water which has never been phantomized before will
work, and after that it is useless for power and fit only for drinking or
washing. But a hundred years from now, even with the whole world using this
process, only a tiny fraction of one percent of Earth’s sea water will have
their little ‘mailbox flags’ up.”
“How does the Golden Gift maintain a supercooled state?” she asks.
“Reverse thermocouple. If you put two dissimilar metals together and heat
one side of them, they’re like a battery, they give you electricity. But if
you put electricity into them, they separate into hot and cold sides. Then
you can air-cool the hot side, phantomize that hot air, and it keeps going
down in temps.”
“Just one more technical question, Jerry. Where does the Golden Gift get
the electric power to do all of this?”
“If you supercool some wire and pre-phantomize it just like my glass, it
won’t disappear when it is phantomized again, because of the mailbox flags
I spoke about. But any electrons that wander into that wire while it’s be-
ing phantomized will disappear. The wire develops a constant positive
charge. So you get current flow, and depending on how you coil the wire,
it’s greater than the power required to operate the Golden Gift.”
Robyn says, “This discovery of yours will only make us rich if we retain
control of it.”
“Who better than the Boda to keep this secret? They could threaten to tor-
ture us with fire and we wouldn’t blab it, because as Haziel has assured
us, we who have been Changed can choose to die at any moment by an act of
“Can you put the guts of your phantomizer in a box that will eat itself if
anyone tries to open it?”
“I see where you’re going, honey,” Jerry says. “Of course I can. A lead-
lined box so no one can scan it with x-rays. We’ll rig it to self-destruct
if they try to use sonic imaging too. No reverse engineering like I just
did with the Golden Gift. We can have a total monopoly.”
Haziel smiles. She has accomplished her goal. The planet-dweller did all of
this by himself, without access to any of the lore of the elohim, using
intruments other planet-dwellers farther up Jerry’s own timeline had de-
vised.She says the Boda is free to return to Earth any time they wish to
On that final evening Jerry and Robyn use the Purple Cable at last, and
join in the kind of wild wacky fun that Hunky and Dory have discovered.Jer-
ry Shy Bear goes down on his wife while they are connected together with
the Purple Cable, and he becomes the first man to know what a female orgasm
is like, directly, from her end. And it isn’t that much different, truth
Jerry has his work cut out from him because Robyn’s body has been changed.
She’s a nephilim yin now, with two pussies that he has to keep happy.
After pleasing his lady’s first pussy orally he enters her other’un and
Robyn becomes the first woman to know what a surging male orgasm is like,
directly, from his end. Again, not so different. But in years to come other
women would Share with Robyn or with their own fellows and they would come
to know what she knew.
The sensation of being Robyn as Jerry pushes into her echoes in Jerry’s own
mind, and it seems to sit well with him. In this Sharing Jerry cannot hide
his memory of his sex with Aaron Anton, because it had been comparable.
Robyn is not greatly outraged. In conversations with Haziel she was made
well aware of the root cause of homosexuality in planet-dwellers. She knew
there was not enough information density in human DNA to code for the exact
wiring layout of the brain. There were simple basic rules that neurons fol-
low in the womb when they grow and start hooking up their neighbors, but
randomness plays a role. In the case of both handedness and sexual prefer-
ence (which are independent, of course), this chaos resolves in the form of
a bifurcated butterfly pattern with left-handedness and same sex attraction
forming a lobe with somewhat less probability of occurring than the other.
Fifteen percent of humans resolve as lefties. Eight percent of male humans
and five percent of female humans resolve with same-sex attraction.
“You owe me a freebie, Jerry.”
“That little tryst was before we got married!And it was for a greater
“I get one free homosexual dalliance,” she insists, and he grudgingly ac-
cepts, but he says he would be happier about it if he could at least watch.
And Robyn snorts, because there is little chance of that happening.