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4.

By the time an hour had passed Mickey knew that there were more real creatures regarded as myths than there were hungry supermodels.

Yeti, Vampires, Extraterrestrial Aliens, Atlantis/Lemuria/Mu (three countries on one continent) and many more were all real. No mermaids though. He was kind of sad about that, he had always had a wish to see a mermaid. Oh, well. Some myths had to stay myths.

The most amazing group was the Immorti. People who were born, lived a life and then were reincarnated with all their memories in tact. People with generations of knowledge and experience that could be any physical age. Some of the most brilliant people in history had been among them. Franklin, Da Vinci, and even
Edison. He wondered abut Einstein, but hadn’t thought to ask.

His father also was one of the Immorti.

They were going to have to have a talk about this one.

But, the greatest of the things he found out was not just how the Immorti were so far ahead of their times scientifically, but that the things they “discovered” were only the things they thought the people of their times could comprehend.

The knowledge, sometimes little more than a rumor, that there were other breakthroughs that could only be guessed at, was a little daunting.

“The story of Icarus and the wax wings is one some of you know,” Doctor Thursday had told them, “But to know that it was attempt at spaceflight in pre-Christian times, one that only failed because of a lack of instrumentation, is even more startling. Imagine a single man trying to pull off a star launch without computers or assistants of any kind. It failed, but what a spectacular failure.”

It was at this point that Mickey really saw Doctor Thursday’s eyes. He had noticed, who couldn’t, that she was a strikingly beautiful woman, but her eyes were a miracle.

Her iris was the pool any human could fall into and find himself hard put to swim out.

The inside of the iris, nearest the pupil was a vibrant green. Then it shaded to a rust color and fast became golden at the edge.

Each eye reminded him of a small sun, erupting from the black surface, though the vegetation, the furnace and out until it licked the star’s entrance into space itself.

He had no idea how long he had been lost in those eyes.

Suddenly he heard her talking.

“ . . . Never like to use the word Human to differentiate ourselves from the other inhabitants of our world. We are humans, just as they are. No better or worse. We are only different. Remember 97% of all human DNA is just alike. We will always be more alike than we are distant.”

As he sat, eating his lunch, he had more than General Tsao’s Chicken to digest.

He hoped he wasn’t developing a crush on her. He had so much else to learn, and that might get in the way.

Besides she had to be at least 23 or 24. She was more than twice his age. That might matter to her.

“This is why superheroes don’t date,” He thought to himself and then began to peel his orange.

He found himself wondering if Doctor Thursday was seeing anybody.

© 2005 by C. Wayne Owens