ARC of The IMMORTALS Book 2
Time Rifts 14: A Touzdae/Jac Merger
Jac’s Consciousness Blends with Touzdae (Memory or Alternate Reality?)

Recap from Chapter 13: Geordae subdues a combative Jac with a stun gun. He straps him in with an IV for fluids and sedatives aboard the extraction ship. Phorae has a defibrillator attached to Jac for his heart stoppages. Jac is forced to leave Touzdae behind. Tau, a plasma being, enters the extraction ship creating electrical shorts in his wake. Phorae depressurizes the two cabins and blows the plasma being out.
Hivbrit merges with Jac in dreamtime long enough for Jac to enter Touzdae’s time bubble. / There is damage to the hull and small fuel leaks. Oxygen is low and they are rescued — Phorae is brought back to life. Jac, unconscious is put in half-life. Geordae sees the outline of a humanoid figure for a second. He orders a full scan of the area.
Jac watches Touzdae in the area of defunct machinery. He receives word from his Hivbrit: Touzdae is neither alive nor dead.
Our current episode:
“We’re not sure this will work. Communication in half-life is with those beings in the first three stages of death. It may not work with simple unconsciousness,” the tech said handing Phorae a headset.
The tech stepped back as Phorae donned the headset. A booth formed around him piece by piece in thirty seconds. G.I. Phorae closed his eyes and tuned with precise intent for Jac’s consciousness.
“Can you hear me, Jac?” Geordae whispered.
He heard hundreds of voices whispering and thought it may have been a feedback loop. A large metal sphere appeared in his consciousness. He estimated a five-hundred-foot diameter. Catwalks appeared from six directions. The spheres separated into two and three spheres. They appeared and disappeared.
“What are you showing me Jac?” Geordae whispered into the mouthpiece. He waited; listening to the flow of hundreds of whispering voices. One voice, one whisper emerged from all the others.
“Go there…” But he wasn’t sure it was Jac or what it meant, other than one of the spheres held the answer.
The booth disassembled around him as the connection failed.
Touzdae’s time bubble formed around Jac’s consciousness. He opened himself up to her. They joined. Jac became an observer to Touzdae’s point of view.
In neutral compassionate observer mode as they both reveled with excitement. It was Po’s arrival.
Touzdae(hiding her disappointment): Po wants you to conceive.
Jac: I wasn’t sure about that. Po seemed vague to me.
Touzdae: He was very sure about it. And he wants you to deliver when it’s time for him to be born.
Jac (beaming): Yes that I got. And I get to carry him in the third trimester. Right?
Touzdae: Yes, that’s right. I’m happy for you Jac.”
Jac: You get to carry him for the first and second trimesters.
The healer-physician, Suke, stood near Phorae. She waited for him to acknowledge her presence.
“I have examined the data and meditated on the problem of his divided consciousness. And I have concluded that we must transport to him in one of three vectors in spacetime. But I don’t know where or when”, she paused for breath.
“Spheres within spheres, there are three of them…” Phorae uttered surprising himself.
As Jac observed Touzdae around their son, Po as he played and begged to go to the towers of El the child blended with her. He was in and out of the blend in seconds.
At the tower, Touzdae/Jac felt more at ease after they passed an area under repair. Further up the long spiraling staircase at a lookout, the paused. The nine-year-old Po leaned over and cracked a railing and broke through it. As he fell, Jac grabbed him and threw him back. Jac lost his balance and fell off.
The bubble popped. The dense heavy machinery replaced the world of Antares. He watched her watching herself. She walked through old greasy machines dominated by huge heat sinks. His consciousness blended with her body. It happened without intent or effort. They wandered through cathedrals devoted to dead useless machinery. It was a maze that never ended. She stopped, tired, exhausted, washed up, and debilitated. There was a decaying foam pad crammed under one of the machines. She could have dropped onto it. Instead, she dragged it out, propped it up onto an operator’s seat, and threw herself into it.
While she dozed he found a crayon grease-pencil and wrote symbols on her knees. Being inside her body was awkward enough. Writing upside-down was a feat unto itself. He wrote pictograms. The task gave him a headache. He too followed her lead and dipped into sleep.
“We know there are large spheres that appear and disappear,” Suke said. She lifted her hands from Geordae’s forehead, having read him.
“Would that imply they are a vessel or in a ship traveling in space?” Phorea wondered.
“Yes!” Suke, excited, received a bolt from the cloud of enlightenment.
“Suke, Jac has been aboard this vessel, before?” he asked.
“Yes! Oh… Yes!” She was whirled with amazement.
“It has to be the Terrian ship — the Mu. It’s in a not-so-distant future,” Phorae stated.
“And the vectors… I saw vectors without numerical values,” Suke said.
Touzdae awoke while Jac’s consciousness remained asleep within her. She stretched. She found the upside-down pictograms on each knee. There were nine of them. They frightened her and she rubbed them until they smudged.
“I’m good,” she whispered to herself and began walking.
“And you said something about vectors?” Suke asked.
“Can we open the half-life chamber without endangering Jac’s life?” Phorae asked Suke.
“As long as his head-gear and breathing apparatus is undisturbed it won’t be a problem. You have a hunch?”
“I need to see his body, I’m not sure why.”
The healing team gathered around while the chamber opened.
Suke and Phorae approached Jac’s half-naked body.
“These,” he said, pointing at the five pictograms on his left knee and four on his right. “They look like Obz glyphs.”
A team came in to photograph them individually and as a group.
Jac offered a gift to Touzdae. He noticed she was walking in circles in a giant maze that changed as she walked. Her ability to use pattern recognition failed due to the changes. The gift he offered was the 27th breath exercise followed by the 33 and 36 breath exercises. He began the exercises in his consciousness to allow her to pick up on the suggestions and follow suit. The pull of the cathedral of defunct machines was addictive. She needed something else. He needed that same something else.
Seventy-two hours later Phorae’s ship jumped inside the large hanger of the giant ship, Mu. They used compensators to eliminate displacement. When they dematerialized Tommalar and two Entu Monks were waiting to greet them. Phorae had communicated in advance that Jac was aboard in a strange coma-like trance.
Phorae shook hands with Captain Tommalar and the first Entu Monk in a bright blue robe. He introduced himself:
“My name is Brother Tau,” he smiled.
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