Chronicles of Han: Preserving Creata: Part 1: Learning Curve
Chapter Thirty-Six

Tucker was watching me. Racewater was sleeping in the chair next to the window. The moon was shining through the curtain, indicating that it was in the early morning hours.

“Are you with us, Han?” Tucker inquired, concern on his face and in his voice.

“Yes, but I am desperate for some coffee,” I smiled. It seemed to put his mind at rest and I even managed to get out of bed by myself.

We did not disturb Racewater and snuck out to the kitchen.

My chest felt tight and bruised, but for all that had happened, I was feeling exceptionally well.

Over coffee, Tucker told me what they had experienced.

“After the first injection, your body went into spasms. It took all three of us men to restrain you. We fought you for what felt like an eternity, but Julie was timing the event and she said it was not more than 90 seconds.

You went into cardiac arrest and Panam pulled you to the floor where he started resuscitation until Julie had emptied the contents of the second injection into the drip.

We thought we lost you there for a moment as you initially did not respond to the drug. Then your heart started beating irregularly. Julie popped a tablet under your tongue and, seconds later, you gave us a regular beat.

I kept on calling you back and we were all extremely relieved when you finally opened your eyes. Panam gave you the last injection and when you were under, we placed you back on your bed.

I sent the youngsters home, but Racewater wanted to stay in case you woke up.”

Racewater’s charming voice drifted into the kitchen. “And now you are awake and we are all up, so could you please inform us what you have learnt?”

He took a chair opposite me and Tucker handed him a cup of coffee while I relayed my experience as accurately as I could, giving time, date, location and description.

The person I had recognized was wanted by the Planetary Security Forces on charges of terrorism. I should remember because I looked into his face on the public menace notice board every time I entered the Dungeon.

Racewater left as soon as he had finished his coffee. Tucker opted for my couch, his ‘Old Bones’ needing some well deserved rest.

I needed answers and went to my meditation room.

At first, I placed my head on hold and did slow, but intense stretching exercises until my shirt was soaked. After removing it, I sat down in my meditation position, physically tired but clear on what I wanted to do.

*Can you take me to the place where one can see the future possibilities?* I thought towards Sensaii.

*I will show you,* he replied. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A part of me slipped out of my body. I was still actively aware of my body, but knew that I was also ‘going’ places at the same time.

Sensaii took me to what I perceived as a place in the Higher Worlds similar in design as the Recording Centre. I could find no recollection of how we got there. We arrived there as if with a single thought.

We went up a flight of stairs where humanoid beings, dressed in long white robes, escorted us along a golden corridor to our allocated chamber of possibilities.

Standing at the oval door, the feminine energy reminded me that I should seek the outcome for the highest good of all. She left and the Chamber sealed around us. No obvious entry could be seen. We were stuck within a golden orb.

On a pedestal in the middle of the room was a gem similar in appearance to a large red ruby. I stepped up to this gem. Having had time to think about it before coming here, I asked to be shown the possible futures of the stadium for the next thirty days.

Looking through the gem, I was allowed to see several possibilities. There were red rays connecting the different options to the jewel and I could follow each one, indicating by thought which possibility to be brought forward.

There were seven clear possibilities. As I indicated a possibility to be brought up, I was in the middle of the stadium, experiencing a holographic version of the proposed events for approximately a month.

I was simply an observer and could not touch anything or change anything. These were only possibilities.

In none of the possibilities that I followed was any sign of pending disaster.

Relief flooded my consciousness for whatever change I had instigated had worked. There would be no disaster to hit New Haven, at least not from that avenue.

Stepping away from the gem, I again felt tired and drained.

Sensaii stepped toward the door that was now available again. It opened and we walked down the corridor and back down the stairs.

Closing my eyes at the bottom of the stairs, I concentrated on finding the particle path that attached me to my body, allowing it, and Sensaii, to guide me home.

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