The Council of GoodWill oversee the dealings and interactions, much like the United Nations of Earth’s past. No one knows their exact location.
“Geysa, ever seen the drafts to SQ3?” Emit asks, tucking our youngest to bed. He’s a hands on Dad, shares housework, mainly cooking together when we’re home
The SQ3, a new star portal yet unknown to the Council. The council and its organization keep a tight reign on entry/exit portals
“should be in the library,” not to risk offending Emit when he’s deeply engrossed at something, I just have to try harder feeling Casandra. I couldn’t sensed her, she’s nowhere near our affiliated shelters, Cassandra studies the portals for safe passage of other kids in our care. She teaches music and history as cover.
The past days, my feeler ability’s been weaker just as my close range moving ability heightens. I’d broken wine glasses and several china beyond my control. I welcome the change, two of the kids are probably siphoning it off me as they develop theirs
With new missions, appear other gifts of the Spirit, so I pray and wish the feeler off me. Feeler served its purpose meeting Emit and establishing family life, caring for the shelters, nurturing creatures at our last post rotation.
A hologram appears, “help me! Emit, Geysa they’re coming, SQ3's gone..” Cassandra’s disheveled, frantic message shock the two of us. Emit stares at me in disbelief, “how did she know?” He runs to our escape pod, yelling “get everyone in here now!”
“Mommy, mommy” screams from the kids room
hmmm,hmmm, calm now brothers and sis
we are love, hmmm, hmmm cared for
no more sorrow, yesterday’s gone
Keisha, my youngest daughter sings to calm, her eyes close, mouth shut. Just light and vibration comes out of her, expands and contracts
“Geysa!” Emit grabs my hand, carries three of our kids
“Wait no, the pod weakens their gifts, it’s pure electric
“mom, hurry we’ve retrofitted, we’ll be Ok
“What?” I glance at Emit
The storm waves crashed and destroyed our windows, a blackened sky and severe thunderstorms lit up the darkness outside. We crammed into a dozen or so escape pods that popped up from underground, our shelter kids/pets in tow
“What the hell” Emit furiously worked the controls, it’s self programmed to shoot us out into space but the pods all dove deep into the crashing waves
In our own pod of six, everyone's calm. A memory flashed in my mind, a long time ago, I escaped terror by turning my nipa hut into a water sub, I felt secure and at peace
"Mom, that is so cool" Emit and our kids eyes me with admiration
Clemens my eldest daughter giggles, "yes, I did it"
"Did what?" asks my husband
"History lessons, I tapped into Mom's and connected us all." She gushed.
More of calm good feelings circled us and wrap around us, memories of Emit and I in the early days before the children came. Queer and strangely beautiful planetary terrains, the birth of the our kids, first kisses, first steps, first laugh, our many dreams and aspirations
"hey, mom Retrofitting" Keisha playfully winks. These shared feelings and memories put together and experienced together stood stronger than the onslaught of pods electrical make up and the monstrous waves outside
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