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Nearly a year after Operation II, the power structures created from external "authorities" that once ruled the world were gone. They had fallen one after the other like dominos. Those false power structures existed for the stimulation they brought society, albeit destructive stimulation like the stimulation from a cigarette. Their illusions of being something good for the people saved face for everyone. Human beings needed stimulation, and the external "authorities" gave it to them. In the end, the external authorities ruled over the people for easy money and power. They were the structures of politicians, regulatory bureaucrats, ego-justice judges, politically dependent businessmen, government-sponsored academe, the political media, and organized religions.
Through Neothink, supersociety stimulations surpassed the spiral-of-death stimulations. With far superior and prosperous stimulation now available to them, the adults let themselves see through the illusions to what is. The adults let themselves finally see what Miss Annabelle's students saw 34 years ago as eight-year-olds.
By the time people began to let themselves see through the illusions to the essence of those power structures that ruled the world, the false power vanished like a nightmare vanishes when the light is turned on. The support system of those power structures vanished with the illusion, and the structures collapsed. Governments, regulatory bureaucracies, government legal systems, political big businesses, state universities, the media machine...in short, the Establishment collapsed around the world.
But there was no chaos, for the "garage" entrepreneurs stepped in immediately to create a new infrastructure never seen before, an infrastructure of the greatest justice and prosperity ever known to the people. The new phenomenon of superpuzzles and their super prosperous stimulations lifting the world to new levels, was what John Melbourne had first termed in his book: the supersociety.
A year after Operation II, the Church of God-Man was now the only religion on Earth. With the supersociety stimulations saturating society, fully integrated honesty had become so easy and natural to human beings that the Church of God-Man no longer needed to congregate on that or any philosophical note. Philosophy vanished because static codes of living were no longer needed in a civilization where everyone easily acted on fully integrated honesty. The dynamic process of acting on fully integrated honesty to see what is obsoleted static codes of living. In this Neo-Tech (i.e., new technology) World, everyone acted on pure rationality, thus no one needed philosophy, neither bad nor good. The mind disease Mr. Melbourne called mysticism -- the laziness and dishonesty disease -- was gone. No one needed mysticism, not even for stimulation. No one would survive in the supersociety with that disease.
So the Church of God-Man, also called the Church of Life, congregated weekly for the advantages and pleasures that come with networking and socializing. Also, its Something-In-Common Discussion Board on the Internet became the world's largest networking board.
The Book[ 1 ] published by the Church of God-Man replaced the Bible in nearly every home. The Bible reflected humanity's leap from bicameral man into human consciousness, when read in its original context. ...The Bible was now obsolete. It had no meaning in the Civilization of the Universe.
The Book captured humanity's leap into Neothink. Jeremiah determined the canon of The Book, bringing together six books written by the world's most knowledgeable people on Neothink. Two of John Melbourne's books are part of the canon of The Book, under his pen name.
External authorities no longer existed, not in religion, not in politics. The Universal Constitution of Individual Rights had become the Constitution of Earth as it was of the Universe, which protected every conscious being from initiatory force from any source on Earth and throughout the Universe. However, this world of supersociety stimulations and fully integrated honesty had been cured of the mind disease. No crime, no war, no abuse, no force existed. Dishonesty, even for stimulation, just was no longer needed and simply could no longer survive. As Jake experienced during the reunion a few years before, love born out of self-interest and magnificent value exchange dominated the world. Happiness dominated every life, for everyone was not just a value producer, but a creator. Everyone lived in perfect harmony with the Universe.
Jake knew the happiness and love that filled the supersociety were eternal because value creation drove the supersociety. The source -- value creation -- never stops generating happiness and love. The source put man in natural harmony with himself and the Universe. The supersociety unlocked Nature's Quintessential Secret -- man is the creator...the God-Man. Mankind would now live with love and happiness forever and eventually join his cousins in the Civilization of the Universe. Humanity was now safe from self-destruction, from mysticism and its symbiotic weapons of destruction, nuclear wars, and nuclear terrorism.
People everywhere were living their Friday-Night Essences. They were the persons they were meant to be, living the creative lives they were meant to live. And they pursued their deepest motivational roots in their new, open-ended entrepreneurial jobs of the mind. People loved their work, for their work was them, who they were. Distractions that took them away from who they were such as sports, hobbies, vacations shifted from being escapes from the burden of life to being ways to spend time during their exhilarating lives with loved ones. Children loved to talk with their parents about their parents' creations and goals. Children could not wait to start creating values themselves. On the grand scale, people were what conscious beings were meant to be: creators.
Material things became so abundant and so affordable that children and adults were no longer motivated by material things. Now, people easily attained whatever they wanted. People were motivated by their creations. They were motivated to bring who they were inside -- their essences -- to the world outside through their value creations and the marketing of their creations to the masses. In the new division-of-essence business paradigm, people's work, their value creations, brought stimulation, pride and happiness into their lives and to their families, which was the meaning of life.
As families grew closer and shared ambitions, family love and romantic love filled every precious moment; and although most people would now live forever, they cherished every moment. Jake, the writer and observer, was astounded by a revelation: people's longevity was multiplying as, simultan-eously, their moment by moment exhilaration, happiness, and love were multiplying...almost as though extending the length of one's life had a proportionate effect on the depth of one's moment-by-moment happiness. Similarly, Jake noticed that the faster knowledge advanced, the slower time passed as people soaked up the preciousness and pleasure in every moment. These phenomenons at first seemed like contradictions to Jake, like a line or an object moving in two directions at once, but then he realized they were not contradictions at all. They were merely the new properties of a supersociety, properties that could never exist before in an anticivilization. In understanding these new properties, he easily answered the question: Would people experience infinite growth and happiness without limits, forever? Yes, he realized, for this is how our God-Man and Zon cousins throughout the Civilization of the Universe continually enjoy eternal life.
In the midst of all that was new and changing around him, bringing the greatest possible prosperity to even the most unfortunate among us, Jake sometimes found himself recalling in disbelief "the way it used to be". He sometimes remembered, for example, the fear everyone used to feel about nuclear terrorism. Yes, civilizations must survive their nuclear power that can destroy themselves to eventually make it into the eternal, peaceful Civilization of the Universe, he thought. When the supersociety stimulations took over, they obsoleted the need for the spiral-of-death stimulations. The rationalizations and the compulsive need for the mind disease of dishonesty vanished. The dangerous external "authorities" vanished. War, crime, and violence vanished. No one needed them anymore.
Jake also, at times, remembered the old jobs of labor or the old religions in the way he might remember a stupid joke. People were so stagnant and sinking in miserable stagnation at work, year after year, that even as value producers they'd succumb to unbearable boredom and resignation. Things like sports, entertainment, hobbies, even religions were actually more exciting than their work! Imagine that, he thought, conscious life being bored and stagnant! That really seemed weird now.
Jake remembered Jeremiah back in the anticivilization days, once telling him, "I actually think that most people, down deep, implicitly know that the idea of heaven is bogus, but they don't want anyone to tell them that. They want to believe, regardless. The reason for that, I've come to realize, is that their lives are, sadly, dull. To believe in heaven is quite invigorating, actually. Now that people are discovering their Friday-Night Essences, however, their lives are changing; they're not so dull. In fact, for those who become the person they were meant to be, life's becoming a ball. To them, to live forever here on Earth is a more invigorating thought than heaven. Think about it Jake, you're on your Friday-Night Essence: living forever here with all your earthly values sounds a lot more stimulating than living forever in heaven, doesn't it? Not to mention a lot more real. That's one reason my Church is growing so fast."
Used to the Neo-Tech World now, Jake could hardly believe his bizarre memories of the old world. Living in this new world of peace and Friday-Night Essences, he thought, people build who they really are into the world around them; it's like making love to the world. They're exhilarated by their creations and full of hope and anticipation for their next creation. When Jake looked back at the anticivilization, everything about the violent and boring old world seemed weird and archaic. In the old world, hope eventually became suppressed and forgotten! Suppressed hope would manifest itself in a belief, a mystical hope, for a better life in the afterworld...a world where there would be no more burden. Indeed, Heaven represented relief from the burden of life and was an invigorating thought, even if people knew down deep that it wasn't real. But now, people lived the exciting lives they were meant to live; gone was suppressed hope and pathetic, wishful religious beliefs for some payoff after you die! Jake shook his head and muttered, "Geez, what a mess it was."
It was a world ruled by external "authorities". Trying to see into this world from that world just a few years ago was impossible. Jake remembered. No one could have emotionally felt what it would be like, not until man discovered harmony with himself and the Universe, and the burden of living was gone...not until the acquisition of Nature's Quintessential Secret in his life: man is the supreme creator.
*
If there was a man who, in the old world, seemed to have already reached his limits of value creation, that man would be Theodore Winters. But to the opposite, he blossomed in the new world. He recognized and anticipated changes. By the time a major need hit civilization, oftentimes Theodore was there with a fine product.
He broke through to the next level so effectively that he often worked without competition.
For instance, he saw a seemingly unique phenomenon occurring in business: As people became their own entrepreneurs in their mini-companies, they became more and more independent, running and building their jobs, their mini-companies, on their own through their own integrating minds. At the same time, as people became more and more self-reliant, they were more and more dependent on other mini-companies for the support structure acting as contractors, service companies, and suppliers. The business world was interlocking, largely through the web, and forming the supersociety. This phenomenon, this seeming contradiction of greater individual independence yet at the same time greater individual inter-dependence, was actually no contradiction at all, Jake realized. No, it was one of those new properties of the supersociety that could not exist before in the anticivilization. Through this independence/interdependence, Neothink super-puzzles were forming as working men and women turned into entrepreneurs -- into creators -- and began integrating business needs.
Seeing this phenomenon, Theodore developed phenomenally powerful internet programming that allowed one person to run a major company, all by himself, by deeply integrating throughout the entire business world. For example, a major publishing company would be run by one person at his website, interacting with hundreds of other websites involving all the responsibilities including printing websites, distribution websites, fulfillment websites, shipping websites, customer service websites, writers' websites, accounting websites, all of which were run by their own entrepreneurs, integrating with others through Theodore's system.
The division of essence or, perhaps more accurately, the division of Friday-Night essences had led to this entrepreneurial world that maximized mind and motivation. From everyone's deepest motivational root grew the supersociety. Each person became the fiercely independent creator, yet his business snapped into the superpuzzles of the supersociety through Theodore's brilliant system.
Theodore was the consummate value creator. The supersociety concept made him think beyond Earth. "What kind of supersociety do they have working out there?" he asked his beautiful wife one evening while staring at the stars. "I'll find out one day. Then, I'll tap into it."
Pushing beyond Earth into the cosmos, Theodore joined forces with Ian. Their company would undertake profitable space explorations. Their company, called Beyond, would harvest asteroids for minerals and study them for eventual habitation. Beyond planned, in the near future, to build the first luxury resort on the Moon, with eventual plans to build the first city on the Moon to be called New Disneyland in honor of Walt Disney and his first "cities" for celebrating family happiness on Earth. Beyond would also develop technologies to interdict potentially harmful events of the cosmos.
Theodore and Sally expanded the reach of the Association for Curing Aging and Death to meet the overpowering demand to develop ways to preserve the mind in traumatic accidents, especially car accidents. Theodore recruited several "garage" entrepreneurs to pursue the technology of storing one's brain activity onto the new quantum computers in case of an accident. This was still just a theory with the big question still undetermined: would the I-ness be preserved? ...Of course, car companies were at the same time under enormous competitive pressures to make cars so safe that people could scarcely die in a crash.
The original God-Man Group still met at Rico's mansion every month. This was often where and when these important business ventures like Beyond arose. Moreover, the former students and their teacher and her husband, along with Jake and Jasmine, Salinski, Angie and Jessie knew that if anything life-threatening developed, they would work together to remove the threat as they did on Project Life. And so would millions of others. Indeed, nowadays, entrepreneurs all over the world, millions of entrepreneurs, jumped on and almost immediately solved potentially fatal problems. ...Who would believe, Jake reflected, that when the God-Man Group started Project Life, the idea of curing death was, however incredibly, not a major concern of the people!
The monthly get-togethers at Rico's house were also wonderful social gatherings and had expanded into monthly weekends together. Rico and Olivia loved hosting the weekends, although everyone offered to host. But Rico and his wife genuinely loved doing it, and everyone loved Rico's house and gardens in the country.
Every meeting since the very first reunion when Jasmine and Jake flew down to Rico's from Boston University, she always thought of her dad and how much he would have loved these meetings. Often when she listened to Rico talk, his loving nature made her remember her father. At first, after her loss, she felt sad listening to Rico, remembering her father and the love they were robbed of. Now, she loved listening to Rico and remembering her father. She loved watching Rico's powerful paternal nature. She loved hearing the unspoken words in his voice whenever he talked to his Monica who was now 17 years old. Jasmine could always hear, in the sweetness of his voice, Rico silently saying to his teenager: "I love you, sugar pie."
Today, the sky was royal blue and the temperature was in the mid-70s. Jake and Jasmine walked through Olivia's gardens with Miss Annabelle. They were excitedly asking Miss Annabelle some questions about raising a genius, like the title of her best-seller, since Jasmine was about three months away from her due date. Jasmine was among the last wave of women who would have to endure pregnancy. Several companies were growing parents' babies in man-made "placentas". The mortality rate of those external babies was already perfect -- no more losses.
Miss Annabelle was now 70 years old, but when she talked about children, the energy behind her voice made her sound young. Jake bent over to look at an unusual flower and, hearing but not seeing Miss Annabelle, he noticed that she sounded like a twenty-year-old. Her voice did not carry that weary sound that was evidence of old age. Actually, her voice surprisingly carried that youthful resonance as rich and full as a blooming flower is in color and moisture. Listening to her talk about children was full of color and beauty like the garden in bloom.
"I'd love to teach your child someday," she said. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
Jasmine answered that it was a boy, but Jake's mind ceased to hear the conversation. He could focus only on the thought of Miss Annabelle teaching his son. What a precious gift that would be!
The three of them walked the garden paths back to the mansion. Inside, Jake was filled with joy upon seeing the Group. These people were his best friends. The Group had expanded to include spouses and their children.
Today, Jasmine would open the meeting. She and Jake were working on a major full-section article (the size of a small book) to commemorate the God-Man Group. The article would appear in two weeks in the special Anniversary Edition, one year after the success of Operation II.
Jake and Jasmine were nearly done with the piece. The banner across that day's paper would be the same as the title to their article: Inside the Group that Started It All.
To complete the article, today Jasmine would ask each of the former students and their teacher what they love doing most, now that living forever is a given.
As the former students answered her question, it became clear that what they loved doing most in life was what they were doing.
Growing up with clear neothinking, their deepest motivational roots never got convoluted, so they did what they loved most with downstream focus. How elegantly simple, Jake thought.
One after the other, the former students elaborated on their current ventures and growing puzzles of creation. Jake thought of how happy this room was -- and how exciting their lives were.
When the question reached Miss Annabelle, she told about her worldwide internet educational course that was the largest internet and non-internet school in the world. She had fifteen million children and nearly as many adults. Her internet course was not a teaching curriculum. It was more of a "wise man" tutor -- her general lecture of past.
But as Miss Annabelle talked, Jake noticed her expression seemed distant, as if her thoughts were somewhere else. She was describing her creation, but noticeably absent was the passion that filled her former students' accounts. Suddenly she stopped talking and looked at Jasmine. She didn't say a word, and Jake became concerned whether the older teacher was OK.
"When did you say Jake Jr. is due?" she finally said, as if she had forgotten what she had been talking about.
"August 2nd," Jasmine said proudly.
"I'd really like to teach that boy." She looked around the room at her former students. "Teaching the twelve of you was the last time I taught in person. Teaching the people I love brought me the happiest times in my life. I want to teach children and become part of their lives again. Of course, I'll keep my internet school going. I think my hands-on teaching will let me expand the value of my internet school. I stopped teaching before because I could not bear even the thought of being torn from my students again, which was inevitable in the anticivilization."
Jonathan Ward smiled. It had been approaching three years since his great sale of government assets to private enterprises. The government no longer existed as such, but a large trust fund had been set up, after the sale, to finance vouchers into a private educational system. America's moms could not yet let go of the security of government guaranteed education.
"I never wanted that big educational trust fund," Johnny said. "It works against rapid competition, but the moms wanted a cushion. But do I see a real opportunity here?"
"Whatch `ya thinkin'?" Teddy asked, already knowing what Jonathan was going to say.
"Miss Annabelle's School of Geniuses!" Johnny shouted with the same enthusiasm that often filled his voice in third grade. ...Oh, that's right, Jake smiled, remembering that Jonathan was the fellow who fought a school bully to defend his teacher's honor! "Teddy, what an investment: with the return of the teacher of the children of the God-Man Group, every parent would send their children. The Miss Annabelle will teach in the flagship school, and all our other privatized schools will be built on her system."
"Yes!" Teddy said, instantly making the idea sound. "In fact, that would be our goal: to teach every child. Of course, anyone could compete with us, but our results will keep the business in our schools. ...Ah, yes..." Jake had seen this look in Theodore before and knew the brilliant man was deep in a creative place no one else could so quickly and effortlessly reach. Then he continued, "Here's how we'll get all children. We'll let `em all come for free!"
"How could you possibly bankroll that?" Ian asked, rolling the logistics and numbers through his scientific brain.
"Well, I'll give them an option: parents can pay annually, which most will. But 95% of the advertisement will be built around this idea: We are so confident that the Miss Annabelle system will make your children geniuses, that we will pay for their private education, and when they become rich, they can repay us then with interest. Since the world is so prosperous now, almost everyone will pay annually. But a small percentage down on their luck will take us up on the offer. So, I can bankroll this alright. The power behind this is our confidence to make that offer -- put our money where our mouth is: if they don't get rich, they don't pay! And the real power is the return of the famous teacher of the children of the God-Man Group!"
Everyone looked at Miss Annabelle. She was smiling. But, more important, her eyes were laughing. Finally, after 34 years, she would return to the classroom. Teaching children one on one was her Friday-Night Essence, and she could feel her deepest motivational root growing again inside. And Teddy would spread her competitive creation across the country and eventually around the world.
Jasmine was writing furiously. This was a big story, and she knew it.
"Jas, Jake, you guys getting this?" Al Patterson asked. "This is one heck of a story."
"I see two things here," Jake said, answering Al and then looking at Johnny. "This is exciting and emotionally charged news, absolutely. But I also see the news agency as a key vehicle to jump past the educational trust fund into the much superior privatization by Ted. Look at what we're offering the moms of America: The teacher who taught the God-Man Group can teach your children. I know how they'll emotionally react because I felt it when Miss Annabelle said she wanted to teach my son. She's every parent's heroine. ...Now, we add to that the biggest hero on the scene today: The Theodore Winters will buy all the former public schools and turn them all into Miss Annabelle's School of Geniuses. Miss Annabelle's techniques would be replicated to all those schools. The moms will perceive this as a big leap forward for their children and agree to jump past the trust fund into this best possible scenario. ...Al," Jake turned to his boss, "we need to use our media group to strategically present the overwhelming value to the moms to supersede the covenant."
Al, John, Ted, Miss Annabelle, and Jasmine were nodding. Al thought for a moment, then said, "Always coming through with the big picture, Jake. That's why I love you!"
*
Convincing the moms from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean took only two weeks. The Patterson Papers ran articles by Jake and Jasmine every day, building up the exciting prospect of a full-scale replication across the country of Miss Annabelle herself, personally replicating her methods directly to the very teachers who would teach America's children...in a Theodore Winters school system. The media group secretly took polls every day and saw how, with each article, the polls shifted dramatically away from the trust fund to privatization.
Jonathan contributed heavily to the articles. He was a huge hero -- the last president who, along with his Neo-Tech Party, led the world through the political revolution, which was followed like dominoes by the great Technological Revolution, the Medical Revolution, the Job Revolution, the Love Revolution, humanity's evolution into Neothink, and the final triumph: biological immortality. Because of Jonathan, the whole world went through the great prosperity explosion and, ultimately, onto biological immortality. Jonathan never cared for the Educational Trust Fund, although he understood why the moms wanted it, and he knew it was only a temporary transition. And what better transition could there be to what's being offered here, between the legendary Miss Annabelle and legendary Theodore Winters?
On the anniversary of Operation II, with all Patterson Papers across the world headlining the special section on the God-Man Group called Inside the Group that Started It All, the polls shifted overwhelmingly in favor of ending the trust-fund covenant seven years early in lieu of Miss Annabelle's School of Geniuses. By early the next month, the agreement was official: the next school year would resume Miss Annabelle's great journey that began 34 years ago in a third-grade classroom in Cheektowaga, New York, where sat Teddy, Johnny, Sally, Jeremiah, Ian, Al, Nattie, Cathy, Bobby, Debbie, Reggie, and Rico.
*
Miss Annabelle could choose any school in the country to teach, making it the flagship school. She said her choice was not difficult: she chose Cheektowaga, New York in what was formerly Duncan Elementary.
*
The fall arrived; a fresh breeze blew across the country. Every family waited for this day -- the first day of school. Everyone could feel the excitement, for a new era was to begin -- the era of the Miss Annabelle Schools. Parents and grandparents knew the children would grow up to be geniuses like Miss Annabelle's twelve God-Men. The feeling of security was profound in this new era.
She elected to teach third grade, just like she did 35 years ago to this day. She chose the same room.
Jake was in the room early. He wanted to surprise Miss Annabelle with his presence her first day teaching. But he hardly suspected her to be surprised, for her morning lecture had turned into the biggest media event of the year, and third biggest ever next to the Operation and Operation II. The Patterson Group would send her morning general lecture live around the world, on Web TV, and the polls indicated the premiere lecture would most likely get an incredible 72 point rating (meaning 72 out of 100 households watching TV would be watching Miss Annabelle), which was astounding -- and for a morning show!
Al got the idea to send her first lecture around the world translated into twelve languages when he remembered 35 years ago so many parents wanting to listen to the audio tapes of her general lectures. ...So, of course she would expect to see Jake, Jasmine and Al there. But Miss Annabelle was a modest person. She would not expect what happened this morning. To Jake's delight, at 7:20 a.m. Sally walked in and hugged Jake and Jasmine.
"I had to come," she squealed like a delighted child. Jake liked how Sally seemed almost like a girl again, and he noticed Sally was trembling with excitement. As he searched her eyes, he knew what he did not know before: this event was a pilgrimage, a journey back to the beginning.
"Sally," he said, "they're all coming, aren't they?"
She nodded.
Jake suddenly felt the impact. This is where it all began...right here...with Sally and the others who would be here today. The world as we know it now, he thought, and everything we will know in the future, started right here with these people. This very day, 35 years ago, was the beginning of the new world -- the Civilization of the Universe on Earth.
Jake went back to work, setting up and running tests. During all this, like witnessing destiny, Jake watched the others stream in and sit in the back. Miss Annabelle will love this, he thought.
The pace to get everything right for a live broadcast was always hectic during the last thirty minutes of sound checks and final lighting adjustments. Jake also was getting nervous that he had not yet seen Miss Annabelle. With five minutes to air time, during the final "panic" to get in position, Jake noticed a striking young woman standing just outside the door. She glanced in the room a couple of times and seemed to be waiting for someone. The children were seated, and the broadcast was about to begin. At 8:00 a.m., the cameras would roll. Patterson had his most experienced anchorwoman to introduce Miss Annabelle.
At 7:58 a.m., Jake feared something terrible had happened to Miss Annabelle. Maybe she got ill, he worried. After all, she was 71 years old, and she had undergone a strenuous four months working six or seven days a week replicating her techniques to thousands of teachers across the country. Although Theodore, who was also worried about her health, tried to get her to slow down and finish the replicating sometime during the school year, Miss Annabelle insisted the replicating had to be completed before the school year started so as not to betray the moms' trust. In fact, for the first three straight months she pushed herself seven days a week to get the replicating completed one month prior to the start of school. She had told Theodore that she needed a month of undisturbed privacy before school started to complete her preparation.
Jake looked toward the door and suddenly realized the young woman was a substitute teacher. God, I hope Miss Annabelle is OK, Jake said to himself.
"We roll in 30 seconds," the engineer commanded. Jake rushed his way from the back toward the door to bring in the substitute. He knew she would know the material well because of Miss Annabelle's extensive replicating program. Just as he reached the doorway, she looked straight into Jake's eyes. Her eyes were laughing as she stepped past him into the room. He knew her...from somewhere before. At that same instance, as if everything was moving in slow motion, he heard distinctly twelve individual gasps. Jake turned around and shouted, "Roll it!" And the camera man jumped on it just as the beautiful young woman began to sing, "To dream the impossible dream..."
Jake and the former students grinned from ear to ear, and there was not a dry eye among them.
"She did it," he whispered. And it was during this precious moment he realized the Operation removes all injustices and makes everything right. The 35 years she had missed experiencing her greatest love in life was not gone forever, for now she could have them back again.
"This year you'll learn how to pursue your dreams," she started, pausing to glance at her new class of eight-year-olds, "You'll learn how to create beautiful values lots of people will want to pay you for. But instead of the impossible dream, your dreams will become exciting, growing realities." She looked up and glanced around the back of the room at her twelve wonderful proofs. Jake could see it in her eyes -- she was remembering them as little eight-year-olds again. She always loved them as her own children, and Jake could see her heart was overwhelmed by the precious moment.
Out of the corner of his ear, he heard someone gently whisper "Come on, girl, you can do it." He looked down to see Angie and Jessie, whom he did not see come in earlier. As Miss Annabelle's eyes gradually met theirs, she got her strength back and was able to continue without a hitch.
Amazing, Jake thought, they're a soul mate team to this day! Then he felt a rush of joy, knowing that Miss Annabelle and her husband lived back here again, in Cheektowaga, where it all started...united again, with Angie and Jessie.
*
Back home in New York City three days later, Jake looked at Jasmine and said, "God, you're beautiful."
She loved the impulse in his voice and carried over Little Jakey to sit in Jake's lap, all three of them together. Jake rubbed his fingers back and forth through his son's baby hair that stood straight up.
As he admired his boy, he started thinking how people alive during the jump from the anticivilization to the Civilization of the Universe will always know how it once was like in a world of dishonesty and irrationality when people once died. Those who know will someday be the tiniest percentage of the population as their civilization grows and spreads throughout distant planets, asteroids, and galaxies. The tiny percentage who know, those rare originals, will always carry a special knowledge that no others can know: the contrast between the two worlds. He and Jasmine, being two of the originals, will always see an added shine of appreciation for the world in which they were so very, very fortunate to have made it into.
Jake looked at his infant son and knew he would never, never have a conception of purposeful bad. As Jake held his son in his arms, the new father felt deep within his soul the supreme value of life and could not help wondering about Ian's theory: were our lost loved ones of the former anticivilization saved by Zons? We had now jumped across the gulf to the Civilization of the Universe, so it was now okay to ponder Ian's theory.
Jasmine watched Jake cradle their handsome son, Jake Mozar Catchings, and said, "I wish my father could have seen him." She was remembering the last time she looked at her father when he was healthy, outside the big Jersey home. She remembered his gentle face that always held so much love for her. As she watched that memory in her mind's eye, she realized the sparkle in his eye really was there. Oh, had you been living now, she lamented, we would have had forever to share...me, my Jake and Little Jake, and you, daddy.
Jake smiled at her and said, "Maybe he will, my darling; maybe your father will see Jakey. You know, if Zons did save us before we learned how to do it ourselves, then your dad will come looking for you soon. I say this because bad has vanished from our planet. The good can now return."
The sorrow in Jasmine's face softened. Although both she and Jake knew they were reaching beyond Earthlings' realm of knowledge, she finally let herself feel the hope, and the logic, in Ian's theory. After witnessing the all-encompassing, all-out drive by God-Men to eradicate conscious death on Earth, she wondered: wouldn't that all-out drive be even greater by Zons to eradicate conscious death in the Universe? She silently vowed: if this is so, whoever was responsible for saving my father's spirit, I will someday repay with a worthy value.
She smiled and pulled Big Jake and Little Jake against her bosom, shuddered from the preciousness of the moment, and she whispered, "We're waiting for you, Daddy. If you're out there, someone here, who is very special, wants to meet you..."
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