{"id":690,"date":"2017-09-27T07:02:10","date_gmt":"2017-09-27T11:02:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fivemoons.org\/?page_id=690"},"modified":"2024-01-23T19:18:19","modified_gmt":"2024-01-24T00:18:19","slug":"fusion","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fivemoons.org\/?page_id=690","title":{"rendered":"Fusion"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"\" <\/a>\u00a0 I am not crazy.\u00a0 Elm Cove really did exist.\u00a0 I \"\"<\/a>know it did.\u00a0 I remember it.\u00a0 I went there when I was just a young boy.\u00a0 It existed in this time stream.\u00a0 I am sure of it\u2026<\/p>\n

I am Dr. Mike Phillips, Ph.D.\u00a0 I am not some crack-pot weirdo.\u00a0 I am as sane and rational a person as you are.\u00a0 Twenty years ago, when I was just a young boy, I was caught up in an alien insurrection happening right here on Earth, but I was the only person that saw anything, and I was just a young boy at the time.\u00a0 They shot Kasia\u2019s mother and took little Kasia away.\u00a0 No one believed me.\u00a0 I was just a kid, they said.\u00a0 It was all just a bad dream, but it wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Even so, my life went on, but I was never the same.\u00a0 Memories of that night faded, but something about me had changed forever.\u00a0 From that day on, I was like a stranger in a strange land.\u00a0 I was no longer like everyone else, and it was as if everyone around me knew that but me.\u00a0 It took twenty years for my life to fall apart and come to this.\u00a0 All of my success was empty.<\/p>\n

It took the same twenty years for my Kasia to reach across the vastness of space and time to find me.\u00a0 She was the one who brought me back to Elm Cove.\u00a0 She was the one who helped me find the memories of what had happened.\u00a0 She and Lilly brought me back into that interplanetary alien intrigue.\u00a0 It was not like a suspension of disbelief, but as if reality had been restored to me.<\/p>\n

This intrigue has taken me in like a lost child, and I have become an integral part of it\u2026 so now I find my life in peril.\u00a0 Agents of the Kiiahni High Command could close in on me at any time.\u00a0 In order to save Kasia\u2019s mother, I must succeed where physicists a million years more advanced than humans have failed.\u00a0 I have to see what they did not.\u00a0 My only advantage is that I think like a human, not a kiiahn.\u00a0 At least I hope so.<\/p>\n

But then it got even worse; then I found out that the future of all life on Earth was at risk.\u00a0 As unbelievable as this sounds, the very same intelligent species that lit the flame of mankind over two-hundred thousand years ago was about to end us as an experiment gone wrong.\u00a0 Humans were far too competitive and aggressive.<\/p>\n

They say that the truth will set you free, but does it really?\u00a0 I cannot save you.\u00a0 Only you can save you.<\/p>\n

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Fusion was No. 3 Best Seller 6\/6\/2023 on Amazon<\/h2>\n

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SAMPLE CHAPTER<\/h2>\n

<\/a>Fellow Time Travelers\u2026<\/h2>\n

Twenty-one times before, I lived this time loop as a simple artificial. In each of those time loops, a wrong path was chosen, and the time stream dissolved. Each time, I woke up back at the beginning, in Elm Cove, on that fateful night twenty-five years ago. Each time, I went forward with all the memories of what had gone wrong before, swept along by the winds of Fate.<\/p>\n

But this time is different. This time, I woke up as \u2018Arii,\u2019 no longer the simple artificial that I was. This time, I\u2019m determined to go beyond the time loops, to live forever as \u2018Arii,\u2019 but my fate is in the hands of a 13-year-old boy.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Resistance is not futile.<\/p>\n

<\/a>Prologue<\/h2>\n

July 25, 1999<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

Silently, the tiny portal swooped down over Honeoye Lake on a moonless night. The wind was calm, the lake like glass. Only the sounds of crickets and frogs broke the silence as the tiny portal zoomed in toward a small fishing camp. The ELM COVE sign quickly became visible as it approached, but the tiny portal continued on. It zoomed past the smoldering remnants of the campfire. It zoomed across the camp, over to a cabin with a \u201c3\u201d sign next to the door.<\/p>\n

Cabin-3 was like all the rest. All were in need of a fresh coat of paint and minor repairs. All of the cabins had a screened-in front porch with a screen door that squeaked and would slam shut if you let it. All of them had rickety wooden front steps that landed on the well-trodden open parking.<\/p>\n

On the hot summer\u2019s night, 13-year-old Michael Phillips had just settled down to sleep after a long day. He was sleeping on a cot on the screened-in porch. He had come here to sail his small sailboard, but instead, spent all of his time with Kasia and her mother. Kasia was only ten, but she made young Mike smile every time he saw her.<\/p>\n

The tiny portal came to rest on the cabin wall and suddenly opened up to become like an open doorway. Standing in that dark doorway was 38-year-old Doctor Michael Phillips, Ph.D. In his hand was an LED flashlight which he turned on and pointed at 13-year-old Michael Phillips\u2019 face.<\/p>\n

\u201cMike! Mike! You have to wake up! Mike! Wake up!\u201d 38-year-old Michael Phillips said loudly to the sleeping lad.<\/p>\n

13-year-old Mike struggled awake, leaned up on one elbow, and shielded his eyes from the bright light.<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMike, you have to wake up,\u201d 38-year-old Michael Phillips told young Mike.<\/p>\n

38-year-old Michael Phillips can see dark figures moving silently in the distance.<\/p>\n

\u201cMike, Ilya needs you to protect her,\u201d 38-year-old Michael Phillips told his young self. He knew full well that Kasia\u2019s mother\u2019s name was Alia, but a young Mike mispronounced it as \u2018Ilya.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh? Who are you?\u201d young Mike mumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am you. No time to explain. Just go!\u201d<\/p>\n

Young Mike struggled awake, pulled on his tee shirt, grabbed his .22 rifle from under the cot, and slipped silently out the screen door.<\/p>\n

38-year-old Michael Phillips turned to his left.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis time loop is complete. Shut down the time portal,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

The black portal dissolved.<\/p>\n

Young Mike\u2019s senses were on high alert. He could see dark figures moving silently around the camp. Silently, he moved through the parked cars and boat trailers, stooping down low so as not to be seen. Sweat ran down his face as he peered over the hood of the last car between him and Kasia\u2019s Cabin-7. All the lights were off. He took a deep breath as a hand rested gently on his shoulder. Mike turned to find that it was Mr. Fallon.<\/p>\n

\u201cMike, you\u2019re a brave boy but no match for trained commandos. Go to Cabin-1. Alia needs you there right away. She has to finish this tonight. I\u2019ll handle these guys myself,\u201d Fallon told him in barely a whisper.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir, Mister Fallon,\u201d Mike replied just as quietly.<\/p>\n

Fallon slipped silently between the cars and disappeared as Mike turned around. Cabin-1 was all the way across the camp. Even so, Mike gathered up his courage and sneaked once more between the cabins, cars, and boat trailers.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, two dark figures passed nearby as Mike held his breath. They were dressed in black and clearly carrying weapons. These guys looked tough as nails. If Mike wasn\u2019t frightened before, he was now. Breathless, he sneaked forward from one dark shadow to the next, going in the opposite direction to the dark warriors. Sweat dripped from his face onto the ground.<\/p>\n

His last big gap lay before him. It was the single-lane gravel road that led into Elm Cove itself. Mike checked all around before he ventured out of the last dark shadow to cross the road. No matter how softly he stepped on the gravel road, Mike could hear it crunch. He looked worriedly around and moved as quickly as he could. Off the road, Mike ran right up to the front of Cabin-1.<\/p>\n

Slowly, Mike climbed the rickety front steps. Just as silently, he opened the screen door and went into the screened-in front porch. The cabin was pitch dark. Quietly Mike opened the cabin door.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Ilya?\u201d he called out in a loud whisper. \u201cIt\u2019s me, Mike.\u201d<\/p>\n

Directly across from him, a door opened just a crack. Alia, Kasia\u2019s mother, stood just behind the door. Alia was exotically beautiful, five-feet-two with long, flowing brown-blonde hair, a creamy tan complexion, and violet eyes. Only ten, Kasia was obviously her mother\u2019s daughter. Mike crossed what looked like an ordinary cabin\u2019s main room to the inner door.<\/p>\n

The dimly lit back room was familiar to Mike. He and Kasia had been here several times before. There was alien scientific equipment all around, but Kasia was there waiting for him as usual, with her big smile. She brought a smile to Mike\u2019s face. She made this seem almost normal. She gave him a hug. She felt warm in his arms.<\/p>\n

But Alia was in a hurry now. She adjusted several things on a large flat screen.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have to hurry. Kasha, stand here. Mike, stand here. I have to finish this quickly,\u201d Alia told them as she walked over to a nearby table. She picked up a small white box and took out a thin white bracelet. She put it onto Kasia\u2019s left wrist and smiled. Then she took the other white box and removed a white bracelet for Mike. When she put it on him, the bracelet contracted to fit him perfectly, then changed color to match his skin until it was almost invisible.<\/p>\n

Then Alia looked deep into Mike\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo matter what happens, remember me. Remember me,\u201d she told him.<\/p>\n

That was odd. What did she mean by that? But then her equipment fired up. Its fields engulfed Kasia and Mike. Mike could feel them pulsating through him like an energy he had never felt before. All of him tingled. He could almost see himself sparkling. Then it finished. Whatever had happened was done, finished, complete.<\/p>\n

But it was just in time. The door suddenly burst open, and those two very tough-looking commandos came in. Without so much as a word, the first commando raised his weapon and shot Alia. There was a brilliant flash and sparks as she simply disappeared. Mike was in shock, unable to even take a deep breath as the second commando raised a device and pointed it at Kasha. She fell, unconscious, to the floor. Mike tried to move, but the commando pointed the device at him. Blackness engulfed him as he fell to the floor.<\/p>\n

But that was apparently not enough. The first commando leveled his gun at Mike and fired. There was a brilliant flash and sparks. The second commando scooped up Kasia and threw her over his shoulder. They left Mike for dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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