10,000 YEARS, MRS. FELLOWES

10,000 YEARS, MRS. FELLOWES

I pass out from shock opening my eyes to her smiling face,
caring for me with soft kisses.
She hands me a device of light
which implants itself to my neural mind.

She continues, “The Internet has evolved too.
Of course even using the word Internet is quite primitive.”

As she says that sentence I experience
the full life of Sherlock Holmes from birth to death.

I gasp.

She chuckles, “I thought you’d enjoy that.
But you should bathe now as we learn a lot
from the molecular shedding of your holiest of holy DNA’s.”

Guiding me to a bathtub I stare inside
to exclaim with reverence,
“That’s water?!”

It is an invisible liquid so clean
as to shine like a diamond,
yet revealing the redness of blood
as if straight from the cross of Jesus Christ himself.

“It is straight from the cross,” she says,
“you imported it so we could replicate it.”

She bathes me.
I bathe her.
We make love in the blood of Jesus Christ.

As she nestles on my chest,
she tells me, “I care for you so much.
You can’t imagine what a wonder it is
to be selected for your arrival.
That reminds me!
You’d better check your mail,
I’ve forgotten to tell you,
you have over ten thousand years
of fan mail to answer!”

I gasp again.

She laughs like a song,
“It’s done.”

I blink questioningly.

She taps my head,
“DNA is an amazing thing.
Once we know certain prime equations stored
in your telepathic matrix we can determine
the choices you’ll make all in a span of time
that makes that cute eye blink
of yours look like eternity.”

I question because I want to know,
“But how did you know I was coming?”

She curiously answers, “How could we not?
You told us yourself of your arrival.”

We go to a museum where she shows me
a piece of cloth encased in protective surroundings.

She guides intellectually,
“Every human being who ever lived
is part of our telepathic archives.
Once we found your genetic marker on this cloth over
twenty thousand years old we preserved it and
through temporal analysis were somewhat baffled
to find it emanated a signature from our own timeframe.
Besides, cowboy, you left us a note
on that primitive Internet thing of yours.”

She tickles me.

I tickle back.

Calming down from childish giggles I must know,
“Does my Federation still exist?”

She smiles knowingly,
“Oh yes.
Your Federation was pivotal
in the exploration and conquest
of what you would call the Galaxy,
and then the Universe.
We’ll take a field trip to your solar system,
next week as you’d say it.”

“As I’d say it?”

“Time has no meaning here,
now that you’ve let us know
the spherical continuity of time.
You have just shattered linear equality.
The universe as you know it
was just the icing on the cake.”

“My solar system?
So I can go to earth?”

“Oh no.
No one is allowed to Earth.
It is the forbidden fruit of our reality.
But we can visit other earths if you’d like
from parallel dimensions.”

“I thought you said
I just now shattered the linear equality thing?!
How could you go to other dimensions so fast?
The universe colonized?
Is there alien life?!”

She puts a finger to my lips.

And then I realize the simple fact
that I did not enjoy so recently.

Pure holy silence.

She touches my nose twice with her index finger.

For our entire conversation
from my awakening to this moment
where our eyes are locked into the other,
both of us have not uttered a sound.

She sings with her heart,
“Now speak to me.”

I fly with my mind,
“How long can I remain here?”

She soothes me,
“You will go when it’s necessary.”

I pull her closer,
taking her mouth into mine deeply,
“I don’t think so.
I like it here.”

She pulls my head away
to look her in the eyes,
centuries of technological logic
shining from her soul.
“You must.
How do you think you’ll touch the cloth?”

The realization of my temporal imprisonment
dawns on me as she takes me to an arena
where I enter hand in hand with her.

Thousands upon thousand of females.
My seed of HOLY SIN impregnates them
MY FACE OF EVIL is born from their collective wombs
Their LOYALTY is mine alone.

She guides my eyes to look closer.
I realize to her,
“I am the only male.”

She smiles, nodding, as she instructs,
“You will stay here for some time.
Your millennium life cycle did not begin
until your first quantum leap.
And according to our charts
you have a considerable time left.”

I ask, “And then you send me back.”

She says, “No.”

I slowly respond,
“I’m going…forward?”

She simply states, “Yes.”

“But why? And how far?

She furthers my depth of temporal understand,
“You see, when we read your DNA on the cloth
we also picked up traces from temporal signatures
far in the future beyond the measurement of time.”

She communicates even more logically
as she prepares to make love to me one final time,
my duty of impregnating
this female only species in the future finished,
my time in this time line coming to a close.

She calms me before our final embraces of sexual union,
“We ourselves want to know.
So you will go forward,
as only you have been selected.
Then returning to the past your records
will be meticulously maintained.”

As we make love one final time
I feel my sperm enter her soft holy sex
to join her egg
and am at one with the creation of life
inside the construct of her womb.

And then I say what I’ve known for so long
as we kiss deeply,
our private members still melted
into a unity of one holy flesh,
“You time travel too.”

She smiles satisfied as she licks my lips
ending our kiss,
bringing her mouth to my ear,
speaking the vocal trigger
that will release me from this time frame
and plunge me into a future
no one has dared to enter but me alone.

And for the first time I hear her words
in the classic sense of vocal communication
speaking a language so holy
only MATH can describe it
as she cries tears of farewell,
“I LOVE YOU, MICHAEL.”