Hybrids part 102

a tale in weekly parts

(formerly Albert and Jarvis)

Albert, Jarvis, Trevor, Eos and Dawn

In episodes 1-88, Albert and Jarvis told the story of a bitek construct that had been in the lives of the Grahamson family for three generations. Appearing in the form of a shepherd's hut (Jarvis) and its elderly occupant (Albert), an earlier experiment had resulted in the birth of Aloysius, a non-manifesting human/bitek hybrid. Alice and Alex, the two children that Aloysius had fathered with his wife, Magdalen, displayed strong bitek capabilities from an early age, though Alice was significantly more precocious than her younger brother. Albert and Jarvis nurtured and enhanced these capabilities through many adventures until the point where, to prevent a global catastrophe, the two needed to act together. The action needed more power than the two possessed. To produce stonger hybrids, Alex's seed was used to produce a young in a distantly related hybrid female in another dimension, while Alice was impregnated using her own bitek components. Albert and Jarvis absented themselves from the lives of the Grahamsons to allow Alice's pregnancy to progress in a safe, normal environment.
You can see the full story so far at this link.

Episode 102

“Tomorrow?” everyone seemed to ask as though with a single voice.

“Haha. April fools,” Jarvis replied.

“So you didn’t mean tomorrow, then?” Alex asked.

“What’s April fools?” Kris asked, “Come to that, what’s tomorrow?”

Alex tried to explain. “April fools is an annual… no, that won’t work. It’s a day… nope. Erm, it’s a… It’s a linearist thing. Don’t worry about it.”

“If I may be permitted a comment,” Zak began.

“Proceed, young human,” Jarvis replied, “but choose your words with care.”

“I just wanted to point out that today isn’t the first of April.”

“Would you like me to analyse that statement for you, and point out its fallacies?” Jarvis asked.

“Leave the lad alone, Lover,” Albert said, “educate him by all means, but for goodness’ sake do it with some sensitivity.”

“Are you accusing me of being insensitive? I practically invented kid-gloves, I am the very soul of sensitivity…”

“Of course you are. Now, go on, tell him.”

“No need,” Zak piped up, “I’m quite aware that time has a different context here. Coupled with your legendary relationship with time, that basically means that you can designate any day as any date you choose. I am also fully aware that a change of date, time or place is never more than a whim away.”

Jarvis immediately burst into an impromptu and, it has to be said, a particularly un-tuneful rendition of The Lion Sleeps Tonight.

“I think we can do without that, Jarvis!” Albert snapped, “And those readers who’ve just joined in can stop, too. You know who you are… and so do we.” Turning to Zak, he continued, “Very astute, young man, and without a trace of sensitivity or even respect. You’ll go far.”

Meanwhile, the three terrans were deep in a conversation of their own. Albert looked in their direction with a wry smile. Alex and Alice heard, or rather sensed Albert in communication with Jarvis. Although they had no idea what was being said and, they thought, no prospect of ever finding out, they did notice that the terrans’ minds were suddenly open to them. Alex fired a message to Albert to let him know that he could now hear the terrans. The response surprised him. It didn’t come from Albert, but from Xander, and it said, “Yes, we can sense you, too.”

Alex nudged Alice on the elbow and nodded towards Zak.

“You know the way the dogs behaved when they were first enabled – deep in conversation?” he tight-beamed to his sister, “Just look at Zak and Zara.”

“Identical,” Alice replied, channelling Jim Trotter III as played by the late Lane Smith in the 1992 movie My Cousin Vinnie.

And identical it was. Zak and Zara were standing, facing each other, about four metres apart. Their gaze was fixed on the other’s eyes and their faces were alight with an emotion neither of them had ever felt before. Albert was beaming.

“This is exactly what we were aiming for,” Albert said to the adults present, “Zak and Zara are, by any measure you care to mention, two halves of the same whole. Not physically, you understand, but mentally and emotionally. You all saw the effect when we connected them. What they are experiencing now is completeness, wholeness; that sense so few people ever have that everything is right, in place, exactly as it should be. Marvellous. I couldn’t have asked for more.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, Albert,” Kris said, “but what will happen when we go back? How will they react to the separation?”

“That’s probably the best part of it. They won’t. This link is real and very deep. We fully expect that it will be able to span dimensions in a way that the links you enjoy can’t. And think what that means…”


“It means that their offspring will be the most complete, the most integrated being ever to walk any planet. That child will, without question, have the power needed to prevent this world from destroying itself.”

“But at what cost?” Xander asked.

Albert’s face dropped somewhat and lost a little of its radiance. “We don’t know,” he admitted, “but does it matter? Even if the loss of a single life, however advanced and however special that life may be, is the price to be paid to ensure the continuity of all life on this planet; who would baulk at it?”

“Perhaps the parents,” Alice said.

“I’m not saying that’s definitely going to happen,” Albert said, “we don’t know that. The projected timeline you saw earlier isn’t cast in stone, but it is so much stronger than any other projections that we simply can’t see them. All I am saying is that if the cost of saving the planet is the loss of one life…”

“We get that Albert, but it will still be hard for the parents if that happens.”

“That goes without saying, but I have noticed that many grieving parents are immensely proud of the sacrifice made by their child. And that’s exactly how I would expect Zak and Zara to feel; if it comes to that…”

“Which we all hope it won’t.”

“Of course.”

A few metres away, Zak and Zara stopped looking at each other. Their expressions changed from what had every appearance of a lovers’ look to something darker, more sinister. They concentrated their gazes on Albert. For the first time in their experience, Albert’s four grandchildren saw him exhibit fear.

I Challenge You To…

This week, Esther’s challenge is to write about Favourite Foods. At last, a tasteful subject!


This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:

Favourite foods

Last week’s theme was kids.You sent in some super pieces. Some are here, while you’ll find others by following the links:

Keith Channing

Be a love and pass me my slippers
Let’s sit back and breakfast on kippers
After next to no sleep
Black pudding’ll keep
But just keep it away from the nippers.



EDC Writing

Oh no, it’s our daughter and the kids
quick behind the sofa, let’s pretend we’re not in
that damn bell, why do they ring so much
hey, careful there watch what you touch
mind you, while we’re here
what you do mean, you’d rather let the kids in!


The most wanted counsellor
could not convince her kids
to eat breakfast.

One more:

Busy parents
stabilising the future
angry kids
rebelling for…

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Waist of Space, part one of the Unlikelihood series, followed Commanders Tarquin Stuart-Lane and Meredith Winstanley; hapless heroes of the Royal Space Regiment; who were sent on a mission to the Moon from which they were not expected to return. There they met with a group of aliens who had forged a living under the surface of the moon, and whose forbearswere testing a new kind of spacegoing vessel that had the ability to be in many places at the same time.

Part two, FLATUS, follows our dynamic duo as they help the aliens build their own multi-locatable craft (and the RSR to build one, too). Will the ships be built and if so, will the drives work? What are the possible effects of having potentially three such vessels in finite space at one time? Will the ineptitude of key personnel result in disaster, or avert it?

FLATUS — Fantastically Large Assembly for Travel at Unbelievable Speeds. The most unlikely spacecraft never built?

FLATUS. Chapter nine, scene two

After the meeting, the three Jinthae returned to Grintsk with samples of the various materials that the human and Borborygmi scientists and engineers had spent the previous few months looking at, with a view to producing a barrier between the leaky engine components and the outside world.

Two weeks later they were back again.

“As you like to say,” Jinnis Keet said, “I’ve got some good news and some bad news.”

“Give us the bad news first,” Meredith said.

“The bad news is that none of the materials you gave us to look at is suitable for your needs. They all have enough radiation shielding, but none of them is quite strong enough to withstand conversion back from the energy state.”

Tarquin said, “You said there was some good news.”

“There is,” Kala said.

“Go on then, tell us what it is—”

“Don’t be so impatient, Tarquin,” Andrea said. That alone was enough to turn Tarquin to jelly.

“Okay, Andy,” he said. “So— ouch!”

“Whatever’s the matter, Tarquin?” Andy asked in that sultry, sexy, irresistible way that only she can (according to Tarquin, anyway).

“Don’t worry about him,” Patsy said, “he’s just not allowed to apologise.”

“Is that still working?”

“Sure is.”

“Poor love…”

“Don’t offer him sympathy,” Meredith advised, “I did once, and it took me months to shake him off.”

“Did you want to know the good news?” Kala asked. Had it possessed a voice, it would have been tinged with impatience, but that’s just not possible when all you have to work with are concepts and constructs.

“Yes, please,” Joan said, “whatever the others are talking about, I still want to talk about this project.”

“Well,” Kala explained, “as I said, none of the materials is up to it… on its own. However, our specialists melded two of them together, samples three and seven, in such a way that the resulting material might just do it.”

“Might just do it?”

“Okay, I meant would be up to the job. It’ll work.”

Chief Marshgass was excited by this development. “Does that mean some of us will be able to use the device?”

“Yes, I guess it does.”

“From day one?”

“It means more than that, chief. It also means that you can, with the new material, make a suit like the ones you use to go outside on the moon. That will be enough to support you here on Earth.”

“Really?” the chief asked, hardly daring to believe such an advancement would be possible.

“And there’s more,” Kala said, “Suits made from ten millimetres of that material will be enough for transport, six millimetres for living on Earth.”

“Wow,” just about everyone in the room said in unison.

“And,” Kala added, “a thickness of three millimetres will be enough for humans to go through conversion to energy and back… with no physical training whatever. Obviously, the mental hardening will still be needed, but that’s all.”

“That is excellent news,” Meredith said, “I think we should now be in a position to press on with the substantive project.”

“We have to go back now, Meredith,” Jinnis said, “we just wanted to give you the good news. We’ll transfer down a batch of the material and the technical specifications so you can make it yourself… shall we say this time tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” Meredith agreed, “We’ll reconvene here, fourteen hundred tomorrow, and I’d like full status reports from all departments.”