Star Trek; The Perfect Man

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Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 16

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Part 16

(The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
Henry David Thoreau)

A scout-class vessel orbits Andrews Colony along side the USS ENTERPRISE.

James T Kirk entered the Transporter room.

“Beaming now sir,” Lt. Kyle, who was operating the Transporter, reported.

Kirk turned to face the Transporter platform just as a figure started to materialize. It was Admiral Harris Jacobs. Once the Admiral has fully materialized, his warm smile greeted Kirk’s.

“Good to see you Jim,” Jacobs said as he stepped off the pad. “Good indeed.”

The two men shook hands and headed out of the Transporter Room. Moments later they arrived at the main briefing room. Kirk had already ordered a pot of coffee to be ready, and it was. Two cups were waiting as well. Kirk began to pour himself and the Admiral a cup of coffee.

“So,” Kirk said as Jacobs took a seat, “what brings you out here to this neck of the woods?”

Admiral Jacobs took the cup of coffee that Kirk offered, and then he took a sip. “Well, Jim,” Jacobs said, “I’ve been given a two week administrative leave to come out here and assist you in your investigation.” Jacobs said.

Kirk took a seat across from his long time friend. “Why?” Kirk asked.

Jacobs continued. “The child who was kidnapped ten years ago was the adoptive child of my son Matt and his wife Ashley.”

Kirk understood immediately. “So it was your son and his wife who were the ones killed by the blasts that came from the shuttle. I remember you telling me once your son had died some time back, but I didn’t know it was like this.”

A simply nod came from Jacobs. “For years I have gone about my life Jim, trying to make sense of Matt’s death, but never could find any answers, the evidence was cold; until a few days ago when the scan of my grandson’s prints triggered the Federation missing person’s network.”

Kirk sipped his own coffee, and then went on. “Harris,” Kirk said, “most of the background information of those events is still a bit sketchy. It seems as if some pertinent facts are being deliberately with held. Why?”

“Well,” Jacobs replied, “some of the particulars are very sensitive, such as the names of those who are still alive and could still be part of an ongoing investigation, if there were one. And some of them are very powerful people. And with power comes the ability to project it.”

“Andrews Colony, how does it figure in to all of this?” Kirk asked, “It was settled over a hundred years ago.”

Jacobs nodded. “That’s correct, it was. A religious sect had left Earth and eventually found their way here. They mask their beliefs quite well, not wanting to offend those who visit and bring trade, but they are very religious indeed.”

“Does the name Martin Andrews ring a bell?” Kirk came right back with.

Kirk could immediately tell that the name did have meaning to Admiral Harris Jacobs.

“Yes, it does,” Jacobs said softly. “He is the youngest son of one of the founders of this colony.”

“And what is his involvement with this, if any at all?” Kirk asked.

“My son Matt, and his wife Ashley, were approached by the paternal grandfather of the child; the grandfather was Martin Andrews. My son’s wife Ashley’s parents belonged to the same church denomination that Martin Andrews did, and when he was trying to find a home for his paternal grandson, Ashley’s parents suggested their daughter, Ashley, and my son Matt. Neither my son nor Ashley could have children of their own. So it was assumed that they would make the perfect young parents for an orphaned child.”

Kirk nodded as he took the story in, then asked; “And you believe that Martin Andrews kidnapped his own grandchild, killed your son and his wife, and brought the child here?”

Jacobs nodded. “My son once told me that Martin swore him, and Ashley, to secrecy. He told them that one day he would come back for the child. And yes, just as you said; I believe he did come back, took the child, and killed Matt and Ashley in the process.”

“But there was no proof at the time?” Kirk added.

“Exactly,” Jacobs said. “Martin Andrews is a well known geneticist, and his family is very powerful, with ties back to old Earth. In fact his family founded this world. I am sure he used their influence to bury much of what happened ten years ago. So when this handprint set off the network whistles last week I realized this was my chance to solve this mystery, and find some kind of resolution to my son’s death.” He looked directly at Kirk. “Contrary to what you might think, Jim, this is an official investigation and I am not out for some vendetta.”

Kirk took another sip before continuing. “Harris, Martin Andrews is on the planet below. And from what I can tell, he is very well insulated by the bureaucracy of the planetary government.”

Jacobs smiled. “That is I why used some of my own influence and sent you here Jim,” Jacobs said. “If there is any Starship Captain who could cut through all that red tape, it is you.”

Kirk’s expression was still stone cold. But Admiral Jacobs was a friend. And James T Kirk valued his friends dearly.

CONTINUED

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Genesis

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Genesis

A chess game, on the service, would appear to be a simple game between two different colors of pieces. But in actuality the game his littered with strategies and counter strategies. One might even say that the battle between good and evil, if there were even such a battle, was much the same. Each side had pieces to play, and moves to make. But at the core of the game it is a battle of wills.

By the opening of the twenty-third century most belief systems on Earth had been, at best, marginalized. Their ability to affect mankind’s direction had been limited, at last. With a united world, that respected belief systems, but no longer allowed them to dictate progress, man kind, now part of the galactic neighborhood, was able to embrace the new era of space exploration. But there were still pockets of humanity, who had used their religious beliefs to help survive the long years that followed the last world war. They were able to carry their eclectic beliefs forward; though hidden from direct sight.

With the age of space exploration the perfect chance arose for these pockets of humanity to find their own worlds to continue their beliefs, no longer under the rule of Earth law. Andrews Colony was one such world.

The Andrews family could trace their family line back through the centuries. Though the name had changed from line of the Andreev, which was the proper name of the family line until the Byzantine Empire, to the modern spelling of Andrew, the core of their traditions remained.

A small M class planet, far far from earth, was the world that John Hannibal Andrews chose at the tail end of the twenty-second century. He chose it with what he believe was with divine providence. A spinoff faction of one of the older Earth Christian denomination, John Andrews, the leader of this spinoff, led his followers into space in a small convoy of nearly forty ships of various sizes. Arriving at the world, now named Andrews Colony, the settlers made the planet their own with hard work and labor.

John Andrews also had a more specific belief that only he, and his father before him, and his father before him, and so on through time, had kept alive; the belief that they were the direct decedents of the miracle that created the first miracle child over 2300 years earlier.

When it came time to pass on this secret, he chose is youngest son, as he was chosen by his own father, the youngest as well. John passed the secret covenant on to his child; Martin Andrews. And, more importantly, he gave him one piece of information.

According to prophecy, held close by all those who had been charged with holding the secret, the time was nearing to unite their bloodline with that of the other part of the perfect bloodline; the perfect DNA. Martin was told to monitor the offspring of a non-believer. There was a family, which for the protection of God, had been coerced to lose their faith over the centuries so as to keep hidden their half of the miracle. The family was the Norris family. Martin was provided the whereabouts of the Norris family that would provide the perfect vessel to house the perfect DNA. An impotent son would hold the other half of the equation.

Martin spent the rest of his life dedicated to unlocking the secrets of genetic science. Years were spent in schools, and with the finest minds in the field including Shar’v of Vulcan, and fellow human Arik Soong.

Finally the centuries and centuries of preparing and waiting for the perfect moment in time had finally bore fruition. It was time to create the Perfect Child. But Martin had chosen another path, one totally different than what he had been tasked to do. He would not create the perfect child for man’s salvation. Instead, he would create the perfect child to end God’s rule over mankind. The perfect child was the lure; God was the prize.
--

Luke 21:28 And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.


Continued

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 17

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Part 17

Captain Kirk and Admiral Harris Jacobs stood near Spock’s science station on the bridge. The image of the Martin Andrews’ home was displayed above Spock’s station. Spock finished his computations then looked to them.

“The structure is surrounded by a combination of four shields; a remarkable engineering fete.” Spock said in a complimentary tone.

“Then,” Kirk replied, “There’s no way we can just go barging in the front door. What about internal scans?” Kirk asked.

The Vulcan first officer shook his head. “Our scans can not penetrate the shielding, Captain. There is no way to ascertain what is inside the structure, at this time.”

“Did the unidentified energy blast weaken the shields in any way?” Kirk came back with.

Spock continued. “I analyzed the data from Enterprise’s sensors and have yet to determine the make up or origion of the energy field. However, the sensors did detect a decline in the shield harmonics of the structure. I am not confident that the energy field was an attack.”

Scotty replied from his engineering post on the bridge. “Are ye daft mist’a Spock. I watched the whole thing right there from where you are sitting.”

Spock nodded in agreement. “Mister Scott did see the energy field come in contact with the shields, and there was a change in the shield harmonics. I am only suggesting that it wasn’t an attack, but a delivery.”

Kirk and Jacobs were as confused as Scotty was.

“Can you be more specific?” Admiral Jacobs asked.

Spock arched an eyebrow. “Not at this time, sir.”

Suddenly Sulu spoke from his post.

“Captain, an unidentified energy signature has entered the solar system.” Sulu reported.

“On screen,” Kirk ordered.

The view of Andrews Colony was replaced by an image of space. A pulsating energy pattern, roughly the shape of a globe, was streaking toward the planet. Spock immediately began to scan the object.

Kirk had made his way back to his command chair, with Admiral Jacobs to at his side. Kirk sat in his chair and looked back to Uhura.

“Take us to yellow alert Lt. Uhura.” Kirk said to Uhura.

She nodded and immediately the yellow alert began to flash through out the ship. At that moment Doctor McCoy entered the bridge. He made his way down to Kirk’s command chair.

“What’s happening?” McCoy asked as he took up a position opposite of Jacobs to the other side of Kirk.

“Hard to say right now Bones.” Kirk replied.

Chekov spoke from his post. “Sir,” Chekov said with his usual Russian accent, “the energy pattern is on a direct course for the Enterprise.”

Kirk looked to him. “How can you tell Ensign, maybe it’s aimed at the planet and we’re in the way.”

Chekov shook his head. “Aye keptin, but our orbit is slightly different from the planet’s relative position. On its present course it will collide with the Enterprise in three minutes.”

Kirk looked up to Scott who was already at work. Scott looked back to Kirk and nodded, “Shields up sir.” Scotty said.

Kirk rotated his chair to face Spock’s position. “What is that thing Spock?”

Spock was still standing, using the viewer at his post. “Insufficient data at this time, Captain.”

Then Kirk looked to Uhura. “Try hailing it Lt. Uhura. Maybe we can talk to it.”

Uhura nodded as she worked the controls on her panel. Suddenly she spoke. “I am receiving an audio signal sir.”

“Let’s hear it,” Kirk said to her.

A male’s voice spoke with a strong tone. “"Behold, He cometh with clouds, and every eye shall see Him!"

“That quote is from the book of Revelation 1:7,” Spock said to Kirk.

The energy globe streaked towards the Enterprise.

--
Meanwhile, on the surface of Andrews Colony, inside the mansion of Martin Andrews.

Martin Andrews watched the events unfold in space above the planet. On his viewer he could see the Enterprise, and another viewer that monitored the progress of the energy globe. And, sitting to his left, was a much younger man who had just turned twenty-years old the previous day. He was The Perfect Man; Raymond Everett Norris.

--Continued--

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 18

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Part 18

The Starship Enterprise, along with a Federation Scout Class Vessel, orbits the plant Andrews Colony. An intensely powerful globe of energy closes on their position.

Kirk, and the others on the Bridge of the USS ENTERPRISE, could only watch the approach of the energy globe displayed on the main viewing screen. The globe rotated through several different color schemes, and yet it also had the consistency of clouds.

“It’s beautiful,” Uhura said from her post. “It almost looks like an angel.”

Kirk, upon hearing Uhura, looked down to Sulu as Jacobs spoke into his communicator to the small crew aboard his scout class vessel.

“Prepare to launch a Photon Torpedo, Lt. Sulu.” Kirk said to his helmsman.

McCoy shot a look at Kirk. “Excuse me, but are you sure that’s wise, Jim?”

“Bones, I have the safety of this ship to consider,” Kirk replied, and then he looked up to Spock’s post, “any more data Spock?”

“None at this time,” Spock replied.

“What is that object composed of?” Kirk asked.

Spock came back with the same kind of negative response. “There is insufficient data at this time, sir. Though I am quite confident it is some form of plasma energy.”

“We have sixty-seconds until impact; sir.” Chekov announced from his post.

Spock stood up from his viewer, and then turned to face Kirk. “Captain, I do not believe it is a weapon.”

Kirk held out his two hands, pleading for more info. “Then what is it Spock?”

“I believe it is a courier, Captain,” Spock said, “simply a courier.”

Kirk looked back at the screen, then back to Spock, “Are you suggesting there might be a passenger inside of it?”

Spock bowed his head. “There is no way to be sure, but it is possible.”

“You can’t risk hitting it with a Photon Torpedo, Jim,” McCoy interjected. “What if you were kill what’s ever inside that thing?”

Kirk looked up to McCoy. “You heard Spock,” Kirk said to McCoy, “it’s only possible there is a passenger. What if it is a weapon?”

The open communication channel came to life again with the same voice as before “ Of them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven”

Sulu spoke from his post, “Photon Torpedo ready, sir.”

--

Martin Andrews looked over at his Grandson Raymond, who was a product of Martin’s genetics, and Geoff Norris’s as well. Andrews saw that Raymond’s eyes were transfixed on the energy globe that was closing in on the Enterprise. Martin has also received the same audio signals that the Enterprise had.

Raymond looked to his Grandfather. “It’s the voice of salvation, Grandfather. I can feel it in my heart.” Raymond said. “Can you not feel his glory?”

Suddenly Raymond’s entire body began to shake with convulsions. Martin got up and helped his grandson to the ground. Raymond’s eyes glistened over, and were still.

“Raymond!” Martin cried out. “Raymond!!”

And then…it happened.


--continued--

 

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Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 18

I have no idea where you are going with this but its an interesting voyage nonetheless.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 19

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Part 19

The globe of energy penetrated the Enterprise’s shield. The ship was rocked as pulsating energy patterns crisscrossed from bow to stern. This caused various instruments on the ship, and the Bridge particularly, to short-out and spark with energy spikes. The power battery of the great Starship gave out. Only the emergency lights lit the bridge.

Kirk could only watch as his ship tried to absorb the overload as best as it could. The sound of the short-outs, and the bustling of the crew, and now the red alert klaxon, drowned out everything else.

Scotty, who was at his engineering post, was thrown to the ground as his panel sparked with overloads, as was Chekov. McCoy and Jacobs tended to Scotty while Sulu and Kirk went to the fallen navigator, Chekov.

“What the hell happened, Spock!?” Kirk called out. As Spock tried to get some data from his post, Kirk and Sulu eased Chekov back into his seat.

“He hit his head pretty good,” Sulu said as a small trickle of blood came from the tossed mop of hair on Chekov’s head.

“You got tossed pretty good, you clumsy Russian!” Kirk asked with a thoughtful smile, and mock anger.

“I come from a long line of acrobatics, keep’tn,” Chekov replied with his own smile, “we know how to role out of throws like that. At least I didn’t rip my shirt.”

Kirk smiled at the inside joke.

Sulu chuckled. “I didn’t so much see rolling as I did smashing. Are you sure you’re okay Pavel?” Sulu asked.

Chekov nodded.

Satisfied Chekov was okay, for the moment, Kirk turned his attention to McCoy, who had helped Scotty back to his chair with help from Admiral Jacobs.

“How is he Bones?” Kirk asked as he came over to Scott’s post.

“Mild shock, he’s lucky to still be alive.” McCoy reported.

Kirk listened, but he had to press the issue. “I need him, Bones. Pump him with every stimulant you have, but I need him, right now.”

McCoy shook his head. “I’ll do the best I can, Jim. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“You have two.” Kirk ordered, and then he went over to Spock’s science station.

“Alright, what was that?” Kirk asked Spock.

Spock looked beyond Kirk and to the person who suddenly appeared before the main viewing screen.

“Not what,” Spock said as he motioned to Kirk to turn around, “but who?”

James T Kirk turned around to face the view screen.

“Oh my,” Kirk said softly.

--
Martin Andrews’ mansion on the surface of Andrews Colony.


Martin Andrews watched as Raymond’s body began to levitate off of the floor. Martin wasn’t surprised, since this kind of levitation had been spoken of before, in biblical times. Raymond’s body rotated until he was nearly in a standing position and then, very slowly, lowered to the ground, and stood before Martin. Raymond’s eyes opened. And though he looked right at Martin, Martin could tell that Raymond did not know who he was.

--continued--

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 20

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
(writers’s warning. This story’s religious tone may offend some. But I assure you that intent is not the case. If I have, or will soon, offend any belief structure you have, just remember it is only done in the subtext of this story, and not meant to offend anyone in any way.)


The wind was silent on the small lake where a small two person boat sat quietly. A young boy and an older man were sharing time together.

Young Raymond Norris held his fishing rod still, just as his grandfather had taught him. Though he was only 12 years old, Raymond had already mastered the skill of a fisherman. He had won many trophies, and his ability to catch even the rarest of fish had made his name legendary among the fishermen of Andrews Colony.

Martin Andrews watched his grandson, who was really his son, pull in another large fish. But, just as always, Raymond let the fish go. People said he was a fool, but Raymond knew better. His respect for life, even the most simplest, was known by all. But the citizens of Andrews Colony never spoke of it, never spoke of the special child who lived in the mansion that overlooked the city.

The citizens of Andrews Colony respected Martin as a father figure. He was the last surviving child of the original settlers. Those who had come to this place to keep the faith they all shared alive. He wasn’t the pastor of the church, but he was thought of as the keeper of the flame.

Raymond looked back to his father. “Can we go now?” Raymond asked.

“And what would you like to do?” Martin asked.

The young boy put down his rod and came to the other side of the small boat they were sharing. Raymond sat next to his grandfather, and looked right at him.

“I want you to tell me more of my father, and more of my mother.” Raymond said.

Martin took a deep breath. Raymond had been told many times how his mother passed away due to natural causes, and how his father was killed in a terrible accident on Earth years ago. He was also told that his adoptive parents, Mathew and Ashley Jacobs, had fallen on hard times and were unable to provide him a home when he had turned ten years old, just two years earlier.

“I miss them,” Raymond asked. “Will I ever see them again?” He asked.

Martin nodded his head. “Perhaps, someday you will.”

Martin knew that everything he told the child was a lie. Raymond’s biological mother, Julia, had taken her life, due to pressure by Martin. But mainly Julia, who was Martin’s daughter, had been a pawn for Martin to use. Her soul purpose in life to provide the vessel, in which the child, Raymond, the product of Martin’s DNA combined with elements of Geoff’s DNA, could form. She knew this reality, accepted it, and took her life.

Raymond’s biological father, Geoff Norris, was still alive. But with help from Martin’s other daughter, Angela, he was sequestered back on Earth, in a hidden location. His memory erased, Geoff had no idea of his past identity. He had been kept alive due to his unique DNA, which Martin believed was as divine just as his was.

And, finally, unknown to a younger Raymond at the time, his adoptive parents, Mathew and Ashley Jacobs, were killed with-in moments after he, Martin, had taken possession of Raymond.

“Matt, and Ashley, both miss you too. How could they not? You are the perfect child.” Martin said with a warm smile. “Now, let’s head back to the mansion for our daily reading session in the library.”

Raymond nodded. “Thank you, grandfather.” Raymond said. “I only wish there was a way I could give back all that you have given me.”

Martin patted his son, grandson, on the head. “Oh, we’ll discuss that later, perhaps in eight years, when you are twenty years old. Right now, Raymond, I just want you to live. Trust me, and hear me well. You never know when this precious gift of life, given to, by God, will end.”
--
Across the distance of space, and time, eight years later, much was being prepared for the days to come.

Geoff Norris opened his eyes. He was in a strange and mostly darkened room. He wore clothes, though he had no idea where they came from. In fact, he had no idea who he even was. There were only fragments of memories, none which made any sense.

A voice came from the even darker corner of the room. It was a woman’s voice.

“Welcome back, Geoff.” The voice said.

The figure of a woman stepped toward him, as he continued to lie down on the bed, his muscles too sore to stand. When he saw her face come into the light, the past came back instantly to Geoff, and so did the sensation of fear.

“Angela!”

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 21

Star Trek
The Perfect Man

One could say that the crew on the Bridge of the USS Enterprise had seen many strange occurrences while in the midst of their five year mission. There had been the incidents of facing down the maw of a giant robot planet-eating machine, to a large one cell organism that threatened to engulf the entire galaxy. For some, it was always a matter of awe, while for others it was nothing more than the twists and turns that life was always guaranteed to bequeath.

On the planet below, Martin Andrews was the holder of a family’s belief. The belief that from their composition, from the very fabric of their lives, they held a special place in a universe void of what seemed to be any sort of rhyme or reason. But, one must ask, must there be such a rhyme or reason?

The universe was as vast as space and time. If one could stand back, and view the universe as a whole, they would see that there was but one universe with many folds sprawled across it, as there are wrinkles on a bed of sheets. And with in these folds were various beings who sought the same answer; the meaning of it all.

There were those who believed in the awe of life, but looked to others to make an attempt at reason.

“What are we seeing, Spock?” Kirk asked.

Spock, who was holding his Tricorder, scanned the alien life form that was before them, near the main viewing screen of the Bridge.

What they saw before them, was, according to Uhura, beautiful. Bright, flowing energy, best described a blowing waves of energy, swept back from the strange being that appeared human, but was so masked by the brilliance of the light, one could not tell for sure if it was a solid object or more like the wisps of wind.

“Unknown,” Spock replied.

Kirk pressed Spock. “Is it, alive?”

A voice responded. “And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou hast not forsaken them that seek thee.”

The voice was not that of a man, or a woman, but a voice that seemed to combine elements of both.

Spock arched an eye brow, “Psalms 9:10.” Spock stated.

Kirk shook his head, “Any one can quote from the Bible, Spock.” Kirk said to Spock as he looked at strange being before them. Kirk stepped forward, and spoke at the bright light. Kirk held out his hands as a gesture of peace. “I am Captain James T Kirk.” Kirk said. “We are on a mission of peace, to explore life forms that are the same, or, even different than our own, all for a better understanding of the Universe.”

The being of light did not respond.

Kirk continued. “You are quoting words from a writing that many of my kind, but not all, hold dear. Can you explain this?”

--
At that moment, on the surface of Andrews Colony, another meeting was taking place as well, inside of Martin Andrew’s mansion.

Martin Andrews stood across the room from Raymond, his child. Raymond was the child that Martin created by combining elements of his own DNA with those of Geoff Norris, nearly Twenty-one years earlier.

Raymond looked to Martin Andrews, his grandfather, and in many respects, his father, as if he could not recognize him.

“Raymond, it’s me, your grandfather,” Martin said. “Can you understand me?”

“Where is my mother?” Raymond asked.

“She passed away many years ago.” Martin responded, knowing full well it was a lie and that he, Martin, had pressured Raymond’s mother, his own daughter, to take her life.

Raymond smiled. “You created the perfect child.”

Martin nodded in appreciation. “Thank you.”

Raymond’s smile slowly faded. “I know everything. I can see patterns of space and time as though they are spiraling out before me as though just paths to take.”

Martin was in awe. “Can you the past?”

Raymond nodded. “I can see the beginning, I can see the end. There is nothing that I can not see, nothing I can not know.”

Martin smiled. “Then you, my son, are God.”

Raymond repeated his question. “Where is my mother?” And he took one step toward Martin.

“I told you,” Martin repeated, “she passed away years ago.”

Raymond also repeated himself. “I can see the beginning, I can see the end. There is nothing that I can not see, nothing I can not know.” And then he took one more step toward Martin.

“Your mother,” Martin said softly, “was my daughter. I loved her more than you could know. But for your life to be secure, she had to perish. I did what I had to do. I did what was right.”

Raymond’s voice became more determined. “There is nothing that I can not see, nothing I can not know! Where is my mother.” And then he took one more step toward Martin.

--continued--

 

[Mistral]

Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 21

Mmmm, Frankenstein, your monster is coming!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 22

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
part 22


The bridge crew of the Enterprise all looked to Spock as the Vulcan analyzed the alien being with his Tricorder. Chekov and Sulu, ever conditioned to accept the strange occurrences, still manned their post despite their closeness to the alien life form that was nothing more than a vague human shape with wisps of light.

Suddenly Kirk heard a low pitched humming noise. He looked to Spock.

“Do you hear that?” Kirk asked.

Spock nodded. “Yes I do Captain.” Spock lowered his Tricorder.

“What did you find out?” Kirk asked.

Spock shook his head. “Not much, Captain. The Tricorder is picking up an energy signature from the alien, some kind of anti-plasma field, which up to now, has only been speculated. I can not verify these readings because I also detected what appeared to be small amounts of cosmic string material as well.” Spock paused then continued. “Most astonishingly fact is that it appears the entrails of light we are seeing are dispersing to somewhere beyond the space-time-continuum.”

Jacobs looked to Kirk. “Maybe your communication’s officer was correct,” Jacobs said to Kirk. “Maybe it is an angel after all.”

“What is that humming noise?” Kirk asked. He looked to Uhura. “Lt. Uhura, report.”

Uhura looked up to Kirk from her seated position. “Sir,” Uhura replied, “There are no signals on any of the hailing frequencies. And, according to internal sensors, there should be no sound at all.” Uhura reported.

Admiral Jacobs walked over to where Kirk was standing. “Jim, it isn’t a signal; it’s in our minds.”

Kirk looked to Spock. Spock spoke, “The Admiral is right Captain.” Spock reported. “The fact it is growing in volume is also quite interesting.”

A worried look came over Kirk. “Spock, the humming noise isn’t getting louder in my mind.” Kirk looked to Jacobs. “Is it getting louder in yours?” Kirk asked the Admiral.

“No, it isn’t.” Jacobs replied.

Spock nodded. “It is definitely getting more pronounced from my perspective,” Spock said. “I believe the alien is probing our minds, and has decided to probe mine more intently.”

McCoy, having finished tending to Chekov, came over with his med kit and used his medical scanner. “Spock,” McCoy said, “I am reading elevated tension levels in the Diencephalon area of your brain.”

Spock nodded. “Yes doctor, you are most correct.”

“Yes, I know I am right. I am the doctor of this ship, I’ll have you know.” McCoy replied wryly.

“Really,” Spock said as he looked up to McCoy, “that mystery has been solved.”

Kirk smiled at the two. “Alright you two, enough already,” Kirk said to them.

Suddenly Spock nearly lost his balance. Kirk and Jacobs helped the Vulcan sit down at his science post.

“What is it Spock, what’s happening?” Kirk asked in a worried tone.

Spock tensed up. “The humming is very loud now Captain,” Spock replied. Suddenly the male/female voice of the alien spoke in synch with Spock’s. “… I believe that,” for a second Spock paused, and then he continued, “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, ‘Let there be light’; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day..”

As Spock continued the pace of his words increased, “And God said, ‘Let there be a dome in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.’ So God made the dome and separated the waters that were under the dome from the waters that were above the dome. And it was so. God called the dome Sky. And there was evening and there was morning, the second day. And God said, ‘Let the waters under the sky be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.’ And it was so…”

With each line the pace quickened.

“Is he going to read the entire bible?” McCoy asked Kirk.

Spock nodded at McCoy’s question.
“Captain, Mr. Spock he can still hear us!” Uhura said from her post, as she was watching the events in awe.

Kirk reached out and put his arms on Spock’s shoulders. “Spock, can you hear what we’re saying?”

Spock nodded in the affirmative as he continued to quote from the book of Genesis at an accelerated pace, in unison with the alien.

Kirk looked into the eyes of Spock. “Do you believe the alien is probing your mind because of your ability to store memory, in this case the entire Bible, with out losing integrity?” Kirk asked.

Spock nodded.

Chekov, who had come over to the science station as well, looked to Kirk, “So what do we do now?” Chekov asked. “Let him read the entire Bible from memory?”

Spock nodded affirmative to Chekov’s question.

“Well,” Kirk said to his crew, “man your posts.” He said to Chekov, and to the others. “It looks like we’re going to have a complete Sunday sermon.” Kirk said with a wry smile.

Chekov resumed his post. Kirk looked at the alien light which was still motionless in front of the viewing screen.

“Why?” Admiral Jacobs asked Kirk. “Why are your first officer, and the alien, both reading back the Bible verbatim?”

Kirk looked to Spock, who had closed his eyes, and spoke at such a quick rate, Kirk could barely make out words. “Harris, I believe the alien has engaged Spock with a mind meld. The alien is just relaying the words from Spock’s brain.”

“Why, Jim?” McCoy asked, picking up Jacob’s line of thought. “It has already been quoting to us from the Bible.”

“Well, Bones” Kirk said to McCoy, “perhaps the alien only had selected passages. And now it wants the entire completed work.” Kirk looked back to Spock. “But I guess we won’t know until Spock is completed relaying the entire book to the alien.” Then Kirk looked back to McCoy. “Continue your scans of Spock,” Kirk said to McCoy. “The moment you think the stress is hurting him, I want to know. We may have to break the mind meld.”

McCoy nodded. “Okay Jim,” McCoy said, “I’ll keep monitoring his condition. But if you do have to break contact,” McCoy said as he looked over at the alien, “just how do you intend to do that?”

Kirk understood the meaning. “I’m not sure,” Kirk said. Then he looked back to Spock. “I’m not sure.” Kirk repeated softly.

--continued

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 23

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Part 23

(Previously)

Martin Andrews stared at his creation with awe and wonder. Martin, one of the most skilled geneticist of his time, had Raymond nearly 21 years earlier by combining elements of Martins own DNA with that of Geoff Norris’s DNA. Martin then used his own daughter to help incubate the child until birth, which according to the Bible, could only assure divinity. The Andrews family and the Norris family had both descended from, what Martin’s family believed, were the equal halves of the combined DNA that created the first Perfect Child nearly 24 centuries in the past.

Raymond spoke. “I know the beginning, I know the end. There is nothing that I can not see, nothing I can not know.”

Martin smiled. “Then you, my son, are God.”

Raymond repeated his question. “Where is my mother?” And he took one step toward Martin.

“I told you,” Martin repeated, “she passed away years ago.”

Raymond also repeated himself. “I know the beginning, I know the end. There is nothing that I can not see, nothing I can not know.” And then he took one more step toward Martin.

“Your mother,” Martin said softly, “was my daughter. I loved her more than you could know. But for your life to be secure, she had to perish. I did what I had to do. I did what was right.”

Raymond’s voice became more determined. “There is nothing that I can not see, nothing I can not know! Where is my mother.” And then he took one more step toward Martin.

(Our story continues)

Martin Andrews had begun the quest decades ago; to capture the power of God. He had attended the most advanced colleges and labs in order to become as knowledgeable as he could in DNA manipulation. Attaining the power of God for himself was not the original intent his family line had been preparing for, going back hundreds of centuries.

It was their intention to, at the right time; create the Perfect Man to deliver salvation, at a time when it was with-in the power of man to do so. Once the science of man had reached such a level, as the Bible foretold from the fruit of knowledge, then it would be possible to create, by science, what only the power of a God could do. But Martin saw God as the ultimate martyr. To prove his existence would no longer give mankind the notion to strive farther into the stars. In the twenty-third century religion was in a constant struggle to survive, forced even to leave Earth and settle other worlds to carry the faith on. If the Perfect Child could be created again, and if the beliefs of his duality of existence (God and Son are the same) then why not use the Perfect Child, the vessel of God, to lure him into the physical world and destroy him once and for all, if at all possible, and let man choice is own destiny, guided by Martin of course.

There had been many false prophets claiming righteousness through-out time. Over time most agreed that the birth of the first perfect child, and the facts around it, had been blurred by countless centuries of interpretation. What was truth and what was fable had taken on a life of its own. Had that first perfect being really been perfect? How could so many have doubted his existence? There was truth and fiction for both sides of the eternal argument to draw upon. Perhaps that was the true intent of evil, Martin had believed. None of that mattered, Martin decided. Who better to make sure mankind was on the right path than a man himself, with the power of God.

Martin decided to bring the matter to a close. “You want to see your mother? You want to touch her?”

The being Martin had known to be Raymond for twenty-one years replied. “Do not trifle with me, human. You can not produce her because she does not exist any longer.”

Martin nodded. “You are right, she does not exist. But your life did not spring from her. It was my life-giving essence that has fueled your soul from the moment your life began.”

Raymond smiled, “You have no idea what you have unleashed, do you?”

Suddenly the mansion began to rumble, as even the ground beneath them began to shake.

Martin looked to Raymond. “Your presence is beginning to alter the power of nature on this world. Just as I had hoped, your very essence can entwine the very fabric of reality with the concept of a structured universe. I will find away to help you control both with your mind.” Martin really hoped to control that power himself.

Raymond smiled, “No; you will not. Your attempt to harness this power with-in me for your own purpose will not work. I know everything, I see everything. I saw the future you planned, you succeeded. But now I will change it.”

Without warning, Raymond reached out his right hand, and squeezed his fingers together and made a fist. Instantly Martin’s body collapsed inwards. The sudden rush of blood caused Martin’s head to expand and explode. Blood and brain matter splattered on the ceiling. Raymond opened his fist and Martin’s lifeless body fell to the ground. Raymond scanned the blood, and the clumps of brain matter that were on the walls, already being pulled down the walls toward the ground due to gravity, or in bigger clumps on the ground near Martin’s body. If Martin’s family line had been as diligent as Raymond hoped, then the true meaning of the bloodline would be hidden with-in the corpse’s remains.

--continued--

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 24

STAR TREK
The Perfect Man
Part 24

Nearly ninety-minutes had passed since Spock had begun reading back the Bible, via his own mind’s memory of having read it in the past. Kirk and Admiral Jacobs returned to the side of Spock. He was nearing the end of the religious book, and then, as expected, once the end had been reached, Spock stopped.

Kirk reached out and put his hands on Spock’s shoulders.

“Spock,” Kirk asked, “how are you?”

Spock looked to Kirk, “Captain, I am not injured,” Then he looked to McCoy, “despite the good Doctor’s efforts.”

McCoy scanned Spock with the medical scanner. “Well,” McCoy reported, “all things considered I think his bio-signs are returning to normal, Jim.”

“I believe that is what I just stated.” Spock said to Kirk.

Kirk waved him off, “Spock, enough already.” Kirk said with a wry smile. “What can you tell us about your mind meld with the alien?”

Jacobs cut in before Spock could even reply. “Is this alien…God?”

Spock arched an eyebrow. “First, I must say,” Spock said, “that it was very astute of you, Captain, to conclude that the alien had initiated a mind meld. This was yet another example of your ability to use total logic, Jim, when you decide to. I shall endeavor to double my efforts in conveying this most important aspect of your most in intriguing persona.”

“Okay Spock, I get the message,” Kirk pressed, “what can you report?”

Spock stood up from his post. “Captain, the alien does indeed come from beyond our space-time. While I was relaying the words of the Bible to the alien, I was still able to interact asked several questions, many of which had to deal with complex equations that I hoped would show if the alien possessed superior intelligence.”

McCoy chuckled, “Come on Spock,” McCoy said, “it was your attempt to show your superior intelligence to that of a God. You better have that Vulcan ego of yours checked out, my friend.”

“As I was saying” Spock continued, “the alien was able to exchange levels of knowledge equal to my own, and quite beyond.”

Uhura spoke. “How could the alien share knowledge with you, or anyone that matter, beyond our own level of comprehension.”

Spock nodded. “That is a very wise question, Lt. Uhura.” Spock said with what seemed to be a tinge of pride. “The alien was able to move me to its level of comprehension. Most of what I exchanged on that level was far beyond my ability to retain. But I have been able to remember some of it. I have concluded, however, that the alien is not a God.”

“Then what is it?” Admiral Jacobs asked.

Suddenly the Enterprise was rocked with a violent movement. The red-alert klaxon sounded.

Jacobs looked to Kirk. “Jim, can you lower your shields enough to beam my crew of seven over. I’m not sure how much longer my ship can take that kind of pounding.”

Kirk looked to Spock. “What about that Spock.” Kirk asked. “Can we beam his crew over?”

Suddenly, Chekov spoke. “Captain, we’re reading some very interesting energy signatures emanating from the planet below!”

Spock looked quickly to Kirk. “Captain, we must leave orbit immediately!” Spock said in a most hurried tone.

Kirk didn’t hesitate. “Get us out of here Mr.Sulu!”

Admiral Jacobs relayed the message to his crew as well. The Enterprise streaked into warp instantly, but the Admiral’s ship didn’t act fast enough. Kirk and the rest of the crew watched on the view screen as the planet, Andrews Colony, exploded. They also saw the admiral’s ship, engulfed by planetary debris, disintegrate and explode.

--continued--

 

[Maxillius]

Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 24

wow... just... wow! I can certainly see why you might've ruffled a few feathers.

I was on the edge of me seat though, so pleeease don't keep us hanging for long!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 25

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Part 25

The Enterprise streaked into warp instantly, but the Admiral’s ship didn’t act fast enough. Kirk and the rest of the crew watched on the view screen as the planet, Andrews Colony, exploded. They also saw the admiral’s ship, engulfed by planetary debris, disintegrate and explode.

Jacobs bowed his head in defeat. Kirk could only look at him and sympathize.

Scotty spoke next, “Well, at least we got the crew aboard.”

Jacobs, hearing Scott, raised his head. “You got them out of there?”

“Aye,” Scott said with a smile, “all safe and sound in the Transporter room.”

“Thank you for this miracle, Mister Scott.” Jacobs said in a thankful tone.

Kirk looked to Scott, and then back to Jacobs. “That is why we call him the miracle worker.” Then Kirk looked back to the alien-light being. “Its still here,” Kirk said to Spock. Kirk walked over to Spock’s station, and then looked at the screen as it displayed chucks of planetary debris spreading out from the destroyed planet.

“What caused the planet to explode?” Kirk asked Spock.

Spock was looking into his viewer and then replied. “I am registering and energy signal, near the planet. The same one we detected moments before the explosion. The energy signal is still there.”

The strange human voice of the alien light being spoke. "I have wiped out many nations, devastating their fortress walls and towers. Their cities are now deserted; their streets are in silent ruin. There are no survivors to even tell what happened. I thought, 'Surely they will have reverence for me now! Surely they will listen to my warnings, so I won't need to strike again.' But no; however much I punish them, they continue their evil practices from dawn till dusk and dusk till dawn."

Kirk didn’t like the sound of that quote at all. He walked closer to the being. “Did you destroy that planet?”

The being did not answer.

Kirk pressed the issue. “There were many innocent people on that planet, men, women, and children, who are all dead.”

“"Be patient; the time is coming soon when I will stand up and accuse these evil. For it is my decision to gather together the kingdoms of all and pour out my fiercest anger and fury on them. On that day I will purify the lips of all people, so that everyone will be able to worship righteousness. My scattered people who live beyond the rivers will come to present their offerings.”

Kirk looked back to Spock. “Spock, I need for you to tell me what this thing is on my bridge. If it caused the destruction Andrew’s colony, it could most certainly destroy Earth, should it want to. I need to know what to do.”

Spock nodded. “Captain,” Spock began, “your world, as so many other worlds, has vast populations that, with out the tools of knowledge, crafted belief structures to explain the world around them. This ability is not unique to Earth, as we have seen so many times before.”

“What we have seen isn’t ordinary, Mr. Spock.” Jacobs said next. “This being on your bridge, the explosion of that planet, is a little more solid than a random belief system.”

Spock continued. “You are right, Admiral, what we have seen can not be explained away with neutral words about a belief system that is thousands of years old. We also know that, in terms of Earth, that belief system was just one among many. But in my mind-meld I came away with an unmistakable sense that,” Spock looked to McCoy, “there is something unique about mankind, in the so called ‘grand scheme’ of things.”

McCoy smile, “So,” McCoy said, “man kind, us simple-minded humans, are special. Well, Mr. Spock, I didn’t need a light-being to tell you that, I’ve been telling you that all along.”

“Really Doctor,” Spock said, “you must learn to deal with your humility.”

“Go on,” Kirk said to Spock.

Spock looked to the being of light, and then to Kirk. “Jim, in that mind-meld, I saw images, fleeting as they were, of a near future. What I came away with is that soon, with-in a hundred years or so, another omnipotent presence will find interest with humans. This being, on the bridge, is what might be considered an echo of an earlier relationship. Yes, I can't stress enough that it did not only interact with this particular belief construct on Earth.”

Sulu pointed to the screen. “Sir, look at this.” Sulu said to Kirk.

The planetary debris had stopped spreading. And then it became clear that the debris was returning back from where it exploded.

“Are we in some kind of time warp?” Chekov asked.

“What about that Spock?” Kirk asked.

Spock studied his instruments. “Negative, Captain. All readings are normal.”

Suddenly, and with out warning, the light being on the bridge of the Enterprise vanished.

“Where did it go?” Uhura asked as the light level on the bridge became normal.

“There it is,” Sulu reported.

On the screen, the bridge crew could see the strange light-being streaking away from the Enterprise and toward the planet.

“What is it doing?” Kirk wondered out loud.

--continued

Next time...the spellbounding final episodes of
STAR TREK: THE PERFECT MAN!!!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 26

Star Trek
The Perfect Man
Revelations
Part 26

Suddenly, and with out warning, the light being on the bridge of the Enterprise vanished.

“Where did it go?” Uhura asked as the light level on the bridge became normal.

“There it is,” Sulu reported.

On the screen, the bridge crew could see the strange light-being streaking away from the Enterprise and toward the planet.

Kirk stood from his chair and joined Spock at the science station on the bridge.

“Spock,” Kirk said, “how are you so sure that the light-being isn’t some form of,” Kirk paused, “you know what I am saying. How sure are you it isn’t an,” again Kirk paused.

“Are you trying to say; angel?” Uhura finished for Kirk.

“Exactly,” Kirk said as Uhura finished his question.

The bridge crew all looked to Kirk after hearing what he was asking of Spock. For a Starship Commander, in the twenty-third century, to even suggest that there were such beings, and that in someway it validated an antique Earth belief system, was very rare.


Spock answered, “Captain, three or four thousands of your years ago such a being could have been the inspiration for the term Angel. But what I gathered from our mind-meld was that it was no more than a traveler, like you and I. Did the being have knowledge from Earth’s past? Yes it did. Had it even been to Earth before? Of that I have no doubt. But would it want to cause Earth’s destruction? I do no think so.”

“You say it’s been to Earth before?” Kirk asked.

Spock thought for a moment. “There are some aspects to the universe that can not be explained with logic, Jim. As I told Doctor McCoy, I did get the impression that this being held a special reverie for the life form that evolved to be mankind on Earth. I also got the impression that others of its kind found something unique about humans as well, and they also visited your world, before and after this light-being had. I believe many of your older belief systems are due to their coming to your world to find the unique nature of mankind.”

“Mist’a Spock,” Scotty said from his post, “are you trying to say that all of the different belief structures on Earth are no more than competing templates these beings use to carry out some kind of metaphysical debate of which is preferable?”

“Or,” Kirk interjected, “the different belief structures are not as important as the need to see if mankind would believe in any thing at all. Why? Why was it so important to them to make us believe in anything.”

Spock nodded. “The light-being seemed to be genuinely surprised that mankind had advanced far enough to no longer call Earth home. It did, by the way, sense that I was not just human, and that I was half alien as well. It didn’t seem to have any knowledge of Vulcan.”

“We can’t all be the chosen ones,” McCoy added with wry smile. “But, don’t worry Spock, I’m sure out there, somewhere, Vulcan has its own light-being who believed Logic was the way to go. Now just ask them why they gave you those ears. I think the important thing to take away from all of this is that belief in God, or Gods, isn’t such a big deal after all.”

Spock nodded at the suggestion. “Perhaps Doctor McCoy,” Spock said, “but there are equal amounts of civilizations that never spawned belief systems, and they have done quite well too.”

Kirk agreed. “If you’re saying that there are those who believe, and those who do not, then I am sure we can all agree on that. But what you’re suggesting Spock is that these light-beings have been purposely tampering with the social evolution of Earth; why? What makes us so special that they caused belief systems to flourish? Many innocent people were killed, for hundreds of centuries, in the name of some of those religions; and all for what?

“That, Captain, I can not answer.” Spock said. “I am certain that this light-being was drawn to this place and time; right now even, for quite another reason than just revealing the answers you humans seek about things you can not prove.”

Jacobs spoke. “Are you saying that the light-being was not supposed to be here at this time and that it was drawn here by an un-natural even in time?”

Spock nodded. “That is what I came away with,” Spock said. “I believe something, or someone, on Andrews Colony, drew the light-being here.”

Sulu looked back to Kirk at Spock’s station. “Captain, another ship has entered the system. It’s an Earth transport vessel, no real weaponry as far as I can tell.”

Kirk looked to Uhura.

“I’m already trying to make contact sir,” Uhura reported. “I have a signal coming in.”

Kirk looked to Spock. “Track the light-being and the energy pattern.” Kirk said. As he looked up to the screen, Andrews Colony was almost totally reconstructed. He could also see the light-being nearing the planet, and there was a strange glowing energy pattern, the size of a starship, near the planet as well. Kirk knew something more was to come.

The image on the screen was replaced by that of two humans; a man and a woman.

“I’m sorry,” Kirk said to them, “but I can not allow you to continue on to Andrews Colony at this time. There has been some kind of an incident, so I must ask you to return at some later time.”

The woman spoke. “You don’t understand,” she said, “we are here for the same reasons you are.” She said in a kindly way. “My name is Angela Andrews, and this is my husband,” she paused, “Geoff Norris.”

Jacobs looked at the screen. “You are the biological father of Raymond. My son, Kyle, before he adopted Raymond, was told you were dead, along with your wife Julia.”

“As you can see,” Geoff said, “I am very much alive. And we, Angela and I, have come to take Raymond home.”

-continued—
Next time...the spellbounding final episodes of
STAR TREK: THE PERFECT MAN!!!

 

[Mistral]

Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 26

AAARRRRGGGHHHH! I thought you were wrapping it up! Damn your eyes!

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 26

AAARRRRGGGHHHH! I thought you were wrapping it up! Damn your eyes!

Shatner was needed on the set of BOSTON LEGAL...!!! Wrap up coming very soon...

Rob

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 27

STAR TREK
The Perfect Man
Part 27

(Fifteen Years earlier)

Geoff Norris was dragged out of his home. His Father-in-law had just taken everything away from him with just a snap of his fingers. Geoff was uncertain of his fate, now that he had been ‘given’ to his sister-in-law Angela. The entire sordid story was hard to believe, even as it happened. Geoff could feel a needle piecing his skin and he soon he was lost in his mind.

Hours later, he could feel reality returning. He opened his eyes and Angela, holding her cross in her hand, stood over Geoff. He was in a bed, but there were no ropes holding him down, no binding at all. He looked around and saw that he was in a small room, with religious décor on the walls, and the small table in the room. He wanted to leap into action, but was still too weak.

“What is going on? Why did your father give me to you? Was it so that you can sacrifice me to God or something like that?” Geoff asked Angela.

“My father is an evil man,” Angela told Geoff. “I have known this truth for quite some time, ever since he came to my bed years ago, and I was forced to bare his child; Julia.”

Geoff felt ill upon hearing Angela’s words. “Julia told me you were her older sister. And that you both shared the same mother.”

Angela handed Geoff some tea before continuing.

Angela shook her head. “No, that is not true. Andrew Martin married my mother years ago. She gave birth to me, and when I was ten years old, she died. Sometime after that my father and I were married and I became his wife.”

“This is sick,” Geoff said, “what kind of Church condones this twisted way of life?”

Angela began to cry. “I am guilty for being part of such a Church. But then, five years ago, Julia, my daughter with Martin, gave birth to Raymond. I knew, no matter how Martin cloaked it with DNA studies, that he was the father of that child.”

“Raymond isn’t Julia’s child,” Geoff stated. “He took his own DNA, matched it with mine, and used Julia to carry it to term. Then he switched Raymond with another child and made us believe that the Raymond we raised was ours. But it was a lie; a lie Julia knew all along. Where is the child who was passed off as mine?.”

Angela nodded. “That other child is dead now. Martin killed it just hours ago.”

Geoff looked to Angela. “Well, excuse me Angela, just was is your part in all of this?”

"In time I started to believe what he was doing was wrong, very wrong. He was using my mother, my self, and my daughter as vessels to carry-on his evil seed, and more importantly, to capture the power of God. He never said that was his intent, but I could see it in his eyes. But for his plan to work he needed a male child. And since after the first birth a woman is definitely no longer a virgin, both my mother and I were failures to him. Julia was the first of us to birth a male child. At last he had the missing piece.”

Geoff was horrified. “If Martin was such a DNA expert, why not manipulate the DNA of either you, or Julia, and made one of you a male child before you were born?”

“Because,” Angela said, “that is the one manipulation, sexual divinity, that many DNA scientists have always held the line on; especially those who were of any religious denomination, such as Martin.”

“Why?” Geoff asked.

“Well,” Angela said, “if God’s offspring was to be a son, then he would have created it as such. Any manipulation on the part of man would automatically mean the creation was imperfect; not created God.”

Norris thought for a moment. “So, why did he give me to you?”

Angela smiled. “Because he believes I would never betray him. I have done many things Geoff, many bad things, sins I could never atone for. I have done them for all these years, ever since Julia gave birth to Raymond five years ago. I also have made it clear to him that I loved you. My hope was that, once he was satisfied with what he had accomplished, he might give you to me as my reward. And he has.”

“Where is Julia? I want to know why she led me on for all these years!” Geoff demanded.

“Julia is dead,” Angela told Geoff. “And you’re right; she knew all along that her marriage to you was just bait to bring your life into my father’s orbit. He brain washed Julia from the time she was a little girl. Perhaps that was my greatest sin. I let him guide her, and manipulate her to the day he would use her to create the perfect child. But he knew I had misgivings about him being intimate with her, and that is when he set about creating the child. With his DNA, and yours, combined, and gestated in Julia’s womb, he finally had the best incubator to create his abomination.”

“Where is Raymond now?” Geoff asked.

“I don’t know,” Angela said. “No doubt Raymond is being raised by a family far from here; hidden, being a better word it. He will be hidden until his true purpose is realized. Martin told me this much, and I believe he meant it. Martin is leaving Earth to live on a colony that our followers have colonized; Andrews Colony. He will spend the next fifteen years preparing to use Raymond at the right time.”

“I could care-a-less where Martin is, we have to save Raymond.” Geoff said as he tried to stand up.

“No,” Angela said, “you can’t. Remember, Raymond has never met you. He is a five year old little boy who has no idea who you are. Raymond believes in Martin more than anyone else in his life. He has been raised to trust Martin, as I was, and as my child, Julia, was. If you start searching Earth to find him, you’ll alarm people. Martin is very powerful and he will come at you, and me, to protect all that he has been working toward.”

“So what do we do?” Geoff asked.

Angela looked to Geoff. “Well, Martin will need your blood, from time to time, should Raymond ever need it due to unforeseen medical reasons every child must face. Martin will come here to make sure you are under my influence, while building up a reserve of your blood.”

“What makes you think I won’t just leave?” Geoff asked defiantly. “All of this, Martin, Julia, and you, just make me sick. How something like this could happen, in this day and age, is beyond me.”

Angela thought for a moment. “I can’t let you leave, Geoff. Martin has a very precise plan for Raymond. On Raymond’s twentieth birthday, Martin will use him to bait God into action.”

Geoff rubbed the brow of his head with his right hand. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You’re nuts,” Geoff said, “all of you. There is no God; there is no Jesus. You’re all caught up in this delusional belief that Raymond is God’s son; the Messiah.”

Angela nodded in agreement. “You are right,” she said to Geoff, “Raymond is not the Messiah. But he is the Perfect Man; and God will not let him live.”

“Don’t you hear yourself?” Geoff demanded. “You’re out of your mind.”

Geoff started feeling queasy. Angela took the cup of tea from him.

“Go ahead and get your rest.” Angela told Geoff. “We’ll discuss this later. We have fifteen years to plan our next moves.” She added.

The weight of Geoff’s eyes began to increase as the sedative began to take affect.

“You’ve drugged me,” Geoff said as he began to tire. “You’re no different than Martin. I will stop both of you.”

Angela smiled at Geoff as she fluffed up the pillow beneath his head. “Martin and I have different goals. He wants to destroy God, I want to save him. And you,” Angela said as she kissed Geoff’s cheek, “are the most important part of this plan, if God is to live.”

Geoff closed his eyes…

CONTINUED--

 

[Mistral]

Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 27

I still think the indifference over the child Martin killed rings hollow. And this seems to double back on territory you already covered. *shrugs* But I guess you have a plan...

 

[RobertScorpio]

Re: Star Trek; The Perfect Man--Part 27

I still think the indifference over the child Martin killed rings hollow. And this seems to double back on territory you already covered. *shrugs* But I guess you have a plan...

You are right...

But it has been some time since Geoff/Angela were in the story. I wanted to get across that although Martin 'gave' Geoff to angela, she knew of her father/husband's plan and, as we will learn, kept Geoff in the loop along, for the past 15 years, waiting for this moment.

And shrewed you!!! The 'other raymonds' death will play a part in what is too come...

To bad Martin was a bad guy. He could have helped Bashir over in the BLOOD ISLAND story!!!

Rob