Inheritance Claim

Chapter 1: Web of Souls

Roman Sands is a Soul Hunter. In the future of human civilization, men and women will not lose their souls to the Grim Reaper on Earth.

One man had a desire to live forever so that he could enjoy his inherited wealth and prosperity. That man Henry Urban got the best scientists to develop a method by which the soul of a living person could be transferred into a synthetic being or a highly developed humanoid, which looked and behaved like a human being.

Every soul needed to be collected and then transferred into a humanoid.

Roman Sands belonged to a team of Soul Hunters and Gatherers who had this special job to do of saving souls.

The Soul Market was an illegal black market for the trading of souls and it was something which Roman had to stop before his soul became the target of the dreaded Medic who would steal and enslave souls.

HENRY URBAN

There was no one to claim the Inheritance of Samuel Foster, a self-made man, and a Billionaire by the age of thirty and who died without leaving an heir at the age of eighty-five.

The Samuel Foster Foundation had to find an heir to inherit all the wealth of Samuel Foster. It was announced in the media by representatives of the Foundation that with the help of DNA research, one relative was found, an unemployed electrician, Henry Urban.

When Henry, a young man of thirty claimed his inheritance, he was going to make sure that he would enjoy it every day of his living years and even he would conquer death to make sure that his wealth stayed with him always.

Since the dawn of human civilization, the Pharaohs of Egypt, wise Solomon, courageous conquerors, from Alexander to Genghis Khan has defeated their enemies, built empires, but no one has been able to conquer man’s greatest enemy, the grim Reaper, who harvests death.

Henry had found a way, he could conquer death, with the invention of the new machine, the Soul transfer Pod.

Henry was going to be the second transfer subject after he had successfully transferred the soul of a Siamese cat into the droid simulation of the same cat in the simulator machine.

ROMAN SANDS

“Wake up Mister, can you hear me?”

I opened my eyes and I saw a young boy standing over the body of a man, who lay sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood.

I must have blacked out.

I was not sure what had happened.

I looked around and recognized the street I was in. It was Juniper street in Harmond City.

“Yes, boy,” I said, “I can hear you and how long was I lying here?”

I walked up to the prone body of the man. The man was Harvey Green, the local member of the Artists Guild. The man was a genius and he was a child prodigy.

The man was dead and must have been for a few minutes only, as his body was still warm, as I kneeled down and tried to feel for a pulse.

The man was shot and there was a bullet hole going right through the middle of his swollen and bloodied head. His eyes were open with the look of shock on his face.

As a Soul Tracker and Soul Collector, I knew that I was not the murderer. Taking a soul from one body that had outlived its use and transferring it into an artificial body was not murder if the person had wanted it to happen. Harvey was dying of cancer and he had ordered the transfer of his soul a month earlier.

I put my left hand into my coat pocket and felt the soul absorption pod, which was there. I pulled out the soul pod a round circular metal gadget that was used to draw out the soul energy from a person’s body. I saw that Harvey’s soul was in the pod. The digital label on the soul pod was “Harvey Green”. The soul collection time was 4:25 pm, and the time now was 4:30 pm. It would mean that someone wanted Harvey dead, only they arrived a few minutes after I had collected his soul. When the corpse dropped to the floor, the killer thought that he had killed the man, when In fact he had shot a standing corpse.

I felt a warm liquid pouring down my right cheek.

I touched my face and my hand was wet with my own blood.

The bullet had grazed the side of my forehead, as it killed the man who was assassinated, a few seconds after I had taken his soul.

It was a close shave for me, I thought to myself.

I need to retire and pick up an entertaining hobby something like rock climbing or sky gliding. I must be slowing down in this job at my age of thirty. I sometimes felt that I was stuck at thirty.

I have the skill and the speed of a leopard, with the agility of a ninja, but I could get killed, and lose my soul to the ether if I was not cautious.

I must have dropped to the floor unconscious, with the impact of the deadly shot of the assassin, which barely missed me.

LAST DAY

The frail old man is on his death bed. His family of four sons, two daughters, with their families, are all around the man in his final moments.

The eldest son Robert keeps looking at his watch frantically.

Roman Sands rushes into the room and stabs him in his heart with a large tube-like gadget called the Soul Syringe.

A blue gas fills the syringe and the man gasps his last breath.

As the rest of the family are shocked at what had just happened. Robert walks up to Roman and thanks to him.

The eldest son then turns around to his brothers, sisters, and their families and tells them the truth of what happened.

“Dad is gone for now. But, he will return soon,” says Robert a sixty-six-year-old man with a large belly and a shiny bald patch. He was dressed in a grey suit and looked calm.

The rest of the family are still shocked at what they had witnessed.

“How is that even possible, Robert?”, asked Angela a slim-looking middle-aged woman carrying her daughter’s child in her arms, who she was taking care of after the teenager absconded having given birth to her child.

“It’s a long story, but this method for soul transfers is now being used. Dad will return in the body of a humanoid, which will look and behave just like him, it will have his soul.”

“That’s not right, when a person dies they should just carry on,” said Jacob the youngest son, who was unemployed and still stayed at home with his parents, at the age of thirty-two. He could never find the right job, as he was overqualified with a Ph.D. degree and a desire for an easy life.

Every man and every woman wants to be remembered when they are gone.

But, then there are those who wish they were not remembered.

Then there are people who accumulate all the wealth they can lay their hands on in the world.

It is tragic that they are forced to leave it all behind at the end of their days on earth.

Sometimes it is too late for a man or woman to enjoy his wealth at the end of his life.

In the not too distant future, there are powerful groups of people who want to take their wealth with them. We know in our present reality that it is almost impossible to take your wealth with you.

However, in a decade there is a new technology developed which has an equally powerful solution that comes with a renewed body.

Henry Urban founded the Chrysalis Cult after he had created the Soul Crafter which was an invention to have Souls transferred from human bodies into synthetic humanoid beings.

There would be no claim to a person’s inheritance because every person would enjoy their wealth and fortune till the end of time.

The human soul would be continually transferred from one body to a humanoid creation, for a long time to come. The soul would just be another star in a web of souls on Earth.