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Passages In TimeChapter 4 - The Heights free porn video
Toronto, Canada, October 2008
"Baby", Holak told Sarah. "You are some fuck." And Sarah glared at him. He confused her, because he looked like Gunther, who had just made love to her so consummately well whilst she was sharing the body of 1930s nightclub singer Lucy Bennett, but the serious demeanour had gone. Holak seemed altogether frivolous. And frivolous seemed entirely the wrong state of mind at present.
The fact that he was naked didn't help either.
"What the hell is going on?", she demanded. "Who the hell sent that note?"
The note in question had been delivered into her hands, as Lucy, by Lucy's landlord. It had arrived in an envelope just moments before she and Holak had been wrenched out of the timestream. And whilst the envelope had been addressed to Lucy, the note inside had made reference to Sarah, and to Loranna, the individual who Sarah understood to be her alternate, and alien persona.
"Arturo sent it", Holak replied lightly. "Who else?"
"I'm aware that it was Arturo's handwriting", Sarah answered impatiently. "But Arturo wouldn't know Loranna. He wouldn't know me. And he certainly wouldn't know that I was part of Lucy."
"But Arturo may not have acted alone, perhaps", Holak teased. "Arturo, like Lucy, might have been carrying a visitor. Isn't that possible?"
"Who?", Sarah pressed. "One of us?"
Melira interrupted. "Hardly, Loranna. Where would be the gain? But someone from our world? One of the Restorers? Yes, quite possibly."
The restorers... ?
Of course. The restorers. Sarah remembered. Just a little. But enough to terrify her.
"They believed that Kotee had already damaged time", she recalled. "And they thought that... that by killing him in a time before he was born, they could ensure that he never came into existence."
"A ridiculous notion, as you know", Melira confirmed, "because it ignores the proven Law of Paradox. But yes. That is what they believe. They are fanatics. Think back, Loranna. It was the Restorers who destroyed our ship."
Sarah struggled with the concept. The concept of destruction. Because it had been so very long ago...
She had been Loranna then. Only Loranna.
Kotee...
Yes, Kotee...
Kotee had been fascinated with earth from the moment he saw it. And so, if truth be known, had Loranna. The planet was so like Revisia in climate, and its people, at such an early stage of development, were a blank slate. What would they become? Would they be explorers? Would they be wise? Or would they destroy themselves? Clearly they had the brain capacity to do the first or second, but they also had a reckless, violent streak which could lead them to the third.
Kotee, of course, had the tools to answer the question immediately, and by general agreement the machine was put into operation. The Revisians explored the life of earth and its people in detail, sometimes doing so individually, sometimes in groups, many Revisians discovering favourite times and places and people, lingering as invisible observers and recorders.
On this first occasion, the available timespan was deliberately limited to ten thousand years, all of it allocated to the past. Travel into the future was still a more complex process, and the crew wished to indulge curiosity without the risk of a power overload. For her part, Loranna had discovered a particular interest in twentieth century England, because at that point the people were clearly on the verge of a major cultural leap, a leap which would either take them forward or into the abyss.
On regrouping, notes were compared, and the decision was made to access more of the future of the newly discovered world. Ten lucky individuals would be selected, and there was much discussion as to who these individuals should be.
Those discussions had not been concluded when the Restorers had attacked.
The assault had been been perfectly timed and vicious. The meeting deck had rocked as the first salvo of wild ion torpedoes penetrated the hull, opening two thirds of the ship up to the vacuum of space.
Loranna remembered a time when Kotee had thought that the Restorers, led by his brother Rava, were harmless cranks. But well before the ship had left, it had become obvious that Kara had influential support. He was already gathering a crew of his own, was building a private ship, and had stated his intention to hunt Kotee down and destroy the danger he represented.
Rava and his fellow restorers believed that the actions of Kotee would pollute the future no matter how far away from the homeworld he travelled, that he would bring home information which would be acted upon by scientists and explorers. Loranna believed the truth to be that Rava was jealous of his more brilliant elder brother, but whatever his motivation, the man was a fanatic.
Kotee had remained unconcerned, confident that Rava had no means of tracking the group. They would have a substantial start, and Rava would be searching blind. Eventually, he would give up.
Clearly, Loranna recalled thinking as the ship reverberated under her feet, Rava had been favoured with extraordinary luck.
Fire, by then, was raging through the ship where the vacuum of space had not claimed supremacy. She knew that one more volley would finish them.
"Separation five", she had screamed. "It's the only way."
Kotee had shot her a startled glance. Then realisation had dawned. The realisation that she was right.
And regretfully, he had nodded.
The Revisians had moved immediately into a circle, had joined hands. Urgently, helping one another if they could, each had hunted within, had sought out his or her own individual life force.
And had quickly and without hesitation severed the chain which connected that force to their flesh.
That life force, that essence, that spirit was, of course, saved. Which was the whole point of the enterprise. But the physical bodies of the crew burned to ashes in the great crash which followed, the crash which had blinded the man from earth who stood by the river and watched it happen.
There had been no joy, therefore, in the escape. The Revisians had known that the possibility of their regaining a physical body which was entirely their own again was remote. The likelihood was that they would never see their families again.
Separation five was essentially an educational tool, used in Revisian schools to teach children to hone the psychic ability of transference which was a tool only available to the planet's young. In essence, it enabled the under thirties to see life through another's eyes. After the age of thirty, the gift was lost.
In schools, the purpose of separation five was to allow children to see life through older eyes. It was widely recognised as an invaluable teaching technique, allowing the passive entry of the user into the mind of a willing tutor, a mind far more developed and wise than their own. Revisians believed that in this way their children learned responsibility, understanding and increased their knowledge a hundredfold. And there was no risk, because it was always easy for those in charge to summon their travelling pupils back.
The belief was that the powers were an evolutionary "leg up", and that clever evolution dictated their disappearance at thirty, thus avoiding the possibility that those near to death might seek to prolong their existence, even passively, in a younger host. Loranna thought this theory possibly true, but the biological cut off by no means succeeded in eliminating all of the abuses of transference. She had once attended an underground club which specialised in offering transferers vicarious experiences, ranging from illicit sex to the moment of death. Such experimentation was of course illegal and punishable by the medical deprivation of the offender's abilities, but it was widespread nonetheless.
Many Revisians believed that it was impossible to estimate just how many people, without their knowledge, were carrying more than one life force within them. Certainly famous people were probably thus afflicted, because an enormous number of youngsters were found dead in circumstances of starvation, and it didn't take a genius to guess that the physical bodies of these unfortunates had encountered death by neglect.
The use of separation five had been agreed in advance amongst the crew, all of whom were under thirty, as a last resort. There had been no expectation that the last resort would ever be visited.
The plan was simple and horrifying. Separation five worked best if aimed at the subject with whom the transferer had most recently experienced a telepathic contact, however minimal. And the observation techniques employed by the crew in their forays into the timestream had required a light form of such contact. It was theoretically possible that even without the aid of the machine, the Revisians could take up unconscious existence within the last earth being they had observed.
The result would be that the life forces of the crew would be dissipated throughout earth's history. It wasn't an ideal situation. Neither, however, was it intended to be permanent.
Because naturally, there was a recovery plan.
Unfortunately, it wasn't a very good one.
Kotee had observed that one of the few reliable constants amongst the races of the universe which he had studied was the need for copulation. And in the act of copulation, fluids were always exchanged. Fluid had long been recognised on Kotee's world as the most suitable carriers of psychic energy, and it was not a difficult conversion to ensure that separation five transfers always involved new coding for the new biological host, establishing that the mixing of fluids from two occupied entities would enable communication between the occupants.
The master stroke was the creation of the Home.
The Home was an extension of the time device, powered by similar principles and fuelled by psychic energy. It was placed as a precautionary measure on the surface of planets prior to exploration, and keyed to operate for seven days every two hundred years. If, when it operated, Revisian life forces were located on the planet, all power would be allocated towards enabling the nearest such life force in time and space to attain temporary awareness and control of its host.
The gamble was that at such a time, more than one life force would be operative, and that the sexes of the hosts would differ. So that one could seek out the other if geography permitted and the mixing of fluids could occur.
If that mixing did occur, then the physical link would release one of the life forces more fundamentally, enabling the operation of the time travelling functions of the Home. Hopefully, the operator would then track down psychically and release the others one by one. Whoever that operator was, he or she would remain the only one capable of effecting such releases, the only one capable of entering another, temporary host, but would be able to call on the mental strength of the others.
As the numbers of the released grew, so therefore would the power of the Home.
Temporary hosts were needed because each release would require a new mixing. The task of the operator, therefore, was to transfer into an individual likely to copulate with the host for the subject Revisian. And as the Revisians were collected, they would naturally gather within the hunter's host - in this case Sarah.
It was believed that so many Revisians inside one host might be able to fully control the host in the host's own time. Then, if the technology could be assembled, the home planet could be contacted and help brought in. If they got that far, Kotee's idea was that he would build another time machine, and with that time machine he would travel back to a time before the disaster. To square the circle, the Revisians would occupy themselves, and prevent the disaster from ever happening.
The scheme was, of course, ridiculously complex. Any number of things could go wrong, and much of it was theory. In particular, one glaring problem resulted from the limited abilities of the Home.
Kotee could not predict how many time transfers the Home would be able to fuel. Power could not be allocated to survey the lifetime of any host for a verifiable sexual contact. For that reason, once a host had been discovered, the likelihood of a copulation had to be theorised from observation. Even travelling ahead just a little in order to ensure that such a copulation did take place was an unsafe use of precious energy, energy which had already been reduced because of previous, abortive attempts to unite the Revisians.
Matters were complicated further by the factors which had to surround a successful copulation. It had to be the first between the hosts, because the reaction could only be fuelled by a novel exchange of fluids. And it had to involve the transmission of semen into the vagina. Anal or oral sex was valueless in the context of the rescue.
Judgement was therefore vital. Although when entering a new body Loranna was able to imprint a biological imperative, was able to create an attraction in her host for her target, all control was lost thereafter, and much depended on the preliminary evaluation. This unpredictability was the rock upon which all previous attempts had foundered.
And now it seemed there was an additional problem. By some means, the Restorers had infiltrated the time stream, and were hell bent on ensuring that the unification failed.
"How have they done this?" Both Sarah and Loranna asked the question, because they were now a dual entity. By now, Loranna's character and many of her memories were as much to the fore as Sarah's own.
"Kotee's technology is available to those with a high enough security clearance", Melira said. "Perhaps they brought the equipment needed to interfere with them. Or more likely, knowing that we escaped when they destroyed our ship, they returned for it. Either way, be assured. They will do what they can to stop us."
"But they'll be limited", Holak reminded, "just as we are limited. Like us, they won't be able to fully control a host. They can only influence, by the messages they input at the time of joining."
"Are you sure of that?", Melira challenged. "Arturo wrote a note. That implies full control."
Holak thought about that. "I may be wrong", he conceded. "If Kotee's theory that multiple transfer may allow control of the host is true, then I suppose we may be facing a conscious enemy. Yes. An enemy who can observe our activity in time. An enemy who perhaps is observing us even now."
"And who after any transfer would take over the person must likely to frustrate our intentions", Melira presumed.
"Precisely", Holak agreed.
Sarah was horrified. Because for both parts of her, the consequences of failure were sickening. As Loranna, she would never see her lover again. As Sarah, she would return to her boring life as a cheap prostitute.
Voicing one of Loranna's more positive thoughts, she said, "I doubt they're watching us now. Penetrating the Home should be impossible. But they may be aware of our route."
"Ah, Loranna", Holak said cheerily. "Glad to have you fully with us at last."
"It's possible", Sarah pressed on, "that they observed the last attempt at unification. Tracked it, but couldn't react quickly enough to intervene. And now, they are simply presuming that we'll take the same route again. That we'll first free those we know we can free. The way of least resistance, and least power drain."
"In which case", Melira interpreted, "we have to change the route."
"Logical, but dangerous", Holak stated. "We do have to consider the energy difficulty."
"It's a tough call", Sarah conceded. "I wasn't trained as a strategist. None of us were."
Holak's face lit up, advertising an idea. "But Viara was", he replied. "And we know where to find him. If we went for Viara now, we could gain a couple of things. A change in direction to wrong foot our pursuers. And the best tactical mind we have any kind of access to."
It was a brilliant notion. Sarah nodded. "Let's do it."
Melira was more cautious. "It won't be easy. I know we've identified a situation for Viara, but the copulation isn't a certainty. We've tried three times, and failed twice."
"Not this time", Sarah said confidently. "I'll make sure. I know how important this is."
Melira nodded, clearly accepting the commitment from the twentieth century earth girl as honestly meant. "We have to do it, Holak", she said. "I don't see another choice."
"Neither do I", Holak agreed. "Alright then. You go for it, Loranna. And we'll support you from here. There are only two of us, but we'll give you what strength we can. Remind you subconsciously from time to time, if we can, of your purpose."
The plan lightened Sarah's burden a little "If you really want to help, Holak", she said, "you can start by imagining yourself some clothing."
With a shrug, Holak did just that, creating something mainly yellow and wholly revolting.
The travellers arrived at their new destination swiftly. Sarah was even more fascinated than she'd been on previous recoveries, because she would see, for the first time, her planet's future. Only a little way into it, but the future nonetheless.
"Toronto, Canada", Melira announced as the debris of time melted away. "The year by earth reckoning is 2008. The month is October. And we stand in front of the Quest Building."
The Quest Building. Sarah studied it, and murmured surprise.
It was quite the most impressive construction she had ever seen. Fashioned from concrete and glass, it soared above her, disappearing into the low lying clouds. Straight sided. Uncompromising. Massive.
It was some time before she could bring herself to look towards the base of the structure. When she did, she noticed that the entrance was busy, obscured by a melee of people.
Flash cameras flashed. Cars pulled up at the kerb in sequence, disgorging people she recognised. Jack Nicholson. Demi Moore. Bill Clinton. There was rather a lot of handshaking.
"A new skyscraper", Sarah presumed.
"The biggest in the world", Holak confirmed. "Started in celebration of the millennium. This one doesn't so much scrape the sky as wave to it on the way past."
"And obviously it's the opening ceremony", Sarah said. "Judging by the rash of celebrities."
"Anybody who is anybody", Holak judged.
"So I must get to be somebody famous, then?", Sarah suggested, suddenly intrigued and a little excited.
"Famous in his field, yes", Melira said. "But not a film star or pop star, I'm afraid. You get to be the man who built this thing. Dominic Vachon. Who is... oh, yes. Over there."
Sarah followed Melira's indication and noted a man in his late thirties. He was quite good looking in a hawkish, Dustin Hoffman sort of way, but his attractiveness was tempered for her by his stature. He was no more than five feet seven inches tall, she estimated. And that might have been a generous assessment.
"He's a dwarf", she commented unkindly.
But a suave dwarf, she realised. He was immaculately groomed, and his dinner suit was tailored by a genius.
She watched him for a a while. He was employed entirely in gladhanding the guests. Clint Eastwood arrived. Tony Blair. Melanie Griffith. Al Gore. Elton John.
The starstruck phase passed, and she returned to matters at hand. "And Viara?", she queried.
"He'll be along any minute", Holak said. "These, by the way, are the last of the official guests."
She watched Vachon see Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman into one of the three lifts at the rear of the elaborately decorated central lobby. "The party's upstairs", she presumed.
"The top floor", Holak confirmed. "Where else? Now watch. Here comes our target. Dominic's private guest."
A woman appeared in the lobby. She was absolutely gorgeous. A black cocktail dress moulded around a luscious figure. A fountain of flame red hair spilled down the back of it. Long shapely legs encased in sheer black nylon stockings were supported by black stiletto heels. Her face was healthy and captivating, pink cheeked, full lipped. Her wide brown eyes sparkled, supporting her lovely smile.
"She's six inches taller than him", Sarah commented.
"Opposites attract", Holak responded lightly.
The woman walked across to Vachon and kissed him. She had to bend slightly. He had to stand on tiptoe.
Sarah giggled. "So Viara was watching her before the Separation", she supposed. "Well, I can't say I blame him."
"You know Viara", Holak replied. "He always had exquisite taste. And not a great deal of interest in history."
Sarah found a memory of Loranna's which confirmed this, and nodded. "Yes", she said. "You're right. So who is this vision, then?"
"Her name's Alice Edwards", Holak advised. "American. Journalist and news presenter. For the cable networks. Dominic's been trying to get into her knickers for the last week. And she's slightly interested, because she likes the smell of money, but she's not stricken. She went on a dinner date with him two nights ago. He didn't get any further than a kiss on the way home in the limo."
"And we want that to change today", Sarah stated, settling on her task.
"We do", Holak said. "But we have a problem here. You see, Alice is rather smitten by Peter Gabriel. The rock star. And Peter Gabriel is upstairs right now. On the one occasion we won this one, Dominic managed to keep her away from Gabriel all night, and later, when the guests had gone, she found it in her heart to let him fuck her on a table in the restaurant. Mainly because she got a kick out of taking cock while looking out over the city. And from the risk of discovery. She gets off on things like that."
"And when we failed?", Sarah enquired.
"When we failed", Holak said bleakly, "let's just suppose that Peter Gabriel didn't."
"Okay", Sarah said, steeled for the challenge. "I've got the picture. Let's go for two out of four."
"Do it, and good luck", Melira encouraged.
"I know the stakes", Sarah assured. And then she moved forward, entered Dominic Vachon with ease.
This time, though, she approached the connection without needing to concentrate on building the sexual attraction, because there was no need. Dominic was obsessed enough. Instead, she concentrated on the need to avoid a certain rock star.
The transition proceeded. For a moment, she was Loranna, and Sarah, and Dominic.
Then, for another moment, she was Loranna and Dominic. And in that moment, the support of Holak and Melira was a flaming guide, made her believe that against all logic she might actually maintain a conscious presence.
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