39, the conclusion

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The small party had been ushered into the large private office without delay on production of the disc. The bank was acting as agent for THE global financial authority, as sacrosanct financially as was possible. The very institution that watched the world’s economics was there for the bidding..

They had walked out with cards that would open every door and pay for any whim they fancied. Petar had laughed and said he had surely arrived and would drop the ancient name - please call him Pete. They obliged.

It had not taken them long to get used to the new lifestyle. The women in particular still enjoyed ‘window shopping’ all the more now they knew they could afford it all if they wished so. They had gone to lunch at the New Claridges while the two men had gone to a fashionable ‘old fashioned’ drinking den.

“To think, we have aliens - devious, conniving aliens at times - to thank for our good fortune, Dave.”

“Dang whole nightmare had me thinking I was too for a while Pete!” He took another long draught of beer and smiled at his friend. “But we aren’t far short of it, are we?”

Pete laughed and grinned. “Well out of time, yeah, but who’s to know? I like the world that I’m in now. Primitive by your birth standards, as far from primitive as you can get by mine. This place is magic!”

Dave became serious for a moment. “And where by theirs? They integrated here well enough, they seemed happy, back to their ‘roots’. And who knows it’s impossible to rule out there IS some of their DNA in us! Talk about magic/technology. Yes, yes, WE know, but we’re not about ‘inventing’ stuff that far out of its natural time scale, are we? Are we?”

Pete grinned wickedly. “I’m not sure of that yet, Dave. Some of the stuff could be a real big help here and now. Stop looking like that! Of course I agree with you, but surely a little, teensy weensy thing like a transit badge couldn’t hurt?!”

“Yeah, or a working replicator; guess not, Pete, guess not.” He grinned back. “Now we have all the time in the world to think about it, money no object, military off our backs. Time to visit the women, you reckon?”

“Sure thing. And talk them into moving to our private idyll of an island with all the modern comforts this world can afford, and more. I half think they’ll be expecting no less anyway!”

They laughed again, drank up and exited the old fashioned boozer and light signalled a flying cab from the wide sidewalk.

They would carefully invite a few others to join them over time and see the rest set up for the future. Which was now there without threat …..

Life was good, and could only get better from here ……


They could even build another Bear Camp, just for them and selected guests. The lab would be rebuilt and dedicated to research as it previously had been, named the Slongur and Lagarto Foundation Institute.


The infinitesimally small spark of light watched in content before joining its companions circling the planet, moving off into the cold everlasting LIFE source around them.

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