Story 52. Written by Autumn

There is a famous couple, and they have a child. The child is quite extraordinary, tall, handsome, intelligent, and stands out from other children due to his special abilities. He has perfect pitch, dances, never ages, the mother is proud of the child, her friends are envious of her and tell her: how lucky you were, you found a good husband, while we only got idiot alcoholic fools.

Help us, we don't want to carry on the DNA of such stupid husbands, to bear such brats. If you have sex with your husband, steal his sperm and we will use it, like the fruit of a loom, to make a child. We also want one like this, who has such genes, who is smart, never sick, lives long, who knows how long, sees the world differently, and we can be proud of him, and later, when we are old, we can count on him.

The child is born in the Gypsy row. He's not like the others. His father is not a Gypsy either, no one knows who his mother cheated with. But the child is special, smarter than everyone else. He says incredible things, he is the best student, he surpasses even the Hungarians, in fact, he leaves them at the starting line. The whole team joins forces and they pool all their money to educate him and provide a special life for him, so that he has a chance to make something of himself. They educate him, buy him clothes and shoes, pamper him throughout his life. Then he goes to university at the age of 13. They speculate what he will become, an inventor, a lawyer, a doctor, the president of the United States, or anything? Then one weekend he goes home from university, the Gypsies don't even understand what he's studying, what he's doing, what's going on in his head, but they receive him with such love as no one ever before, because he gives them hope that they too are human, they too can be anything, no matter how much the world condemns them.

There was a very intelligent woman, she fell in love with an incredibly handsome, intelligent black-haired military officer. They got married. They had a son or a daughter. They lived happily. The husband was adopted by a white family. Once his real parents visited him. It was a large Mexican family with a sombrero-wearing equestrian team with wagons. The soldier said: get out of here. I'm ashamed, you can't be my relatives. The woman said: I don't need a Mexican. She got divorced. She also said: I don't need a Latin child either! She put the kid in state care. He stayed there, he grew up there. He never resented his mother, but he could never forgive his father for abandoning him.

This DNA combination that the political prisoner has is so special that it's good if one, if it comes into being, per universe. In twenty-four years, the opposition, or the imperial spaceship fleet, will arrive here. Everyone wants him for themselves. The empire doesn't want him with the intention of destroying him, but to get him on their side and try to propagate this DNA, since it is so special, and since it is special, it is the most valuable thing in the hundred billion galaxies. Since this can even be a stepping stone in the history of evolution, an unmissable step that leads to the other species, to complete understanding, or to God, or to the interpretation or meaning of the world. Even though humanity has reached gene manipulation, it can never create such a being, even in ten to the sixty-fifth power years. Because this can only come about naturally, that is, God exists and only He can create the evolutionary explosion.

Jack and Slim settle down, rent a villa near the Canadian border, north of Chicago. They are heading west, go west, young man! They are involved in several things. There is a horse racing track nearby. Jack goes here every race. Everyone knows him by now, there is a rumor about him that he is very good with horses. Obviously, he knows a little bit because he looked it up on the net. He spreads rumors about himself that he was the best bookmaker in New Mexico. He also hires people who spread his fame and authenticate it. Meanwhile, he also does things like buying people who drive the horses or horse stables, or smaller people, or promising them that they will get a share of the big profits. Everyone likes him, they trust him. Slowly, everyone who wants a sure tip goes through him. He has several methods, or he has someone bet on each horse, with several people, if the horse doesn't win, he explains that there was cheating, but next time it will work out, but from the one who wins, he asks for a reward for the tip. Which he happily pays. This way, he is sure to earn something on every race. But he can make even more money by cheating, he gives some money to the racers or poisons or dopes the horses so he will know for sure which horse will win. He makes even more money with this. Basically, this whole world is such that every sporting event can be manipulated by emotional influence, hypnosis, blackmail, and so on. Obviously, it can be done, and why wouldn't they do it for the money? It's enough to direct a concentrated radiation at him and then the player will be confused for a few seconds. Let's say during a penalty shootout, and he will never know and feel why he missed. Anyway, this could be told and intensified even more. But the point is, if those who have the power to do it can do it, why wouldn't they? That little money comes in handy, doesn't it? Or big money?

Meanwhile, Slim pretends to be an antique dealer. He puts up ads that he buys anything, estates, cars, everything that is for sale. People trust him because he can sell himself. Everyone flocks to him with things to sell. He doesn't really know anything, but he puts everything up either for auction or at a fixed price, and when it's bought, for whatever price, he pockets half the price. This way everyone is happy, both the seller and the buyer. Many people don't even know the technique of how to advertise or negotiate with a buyer, and so on. It's not easy to make a living in the world, they are happy if they get a little money so they don't freeze in the winter. They don't trust anyone, because they are afraid of being scammed, but they trust Slim because he can sell himself very well. Then it occurs to them that they should sell the villa they live in. This doesn't bring in much money compared to the others, but it provides them with good entertainment. They want to give hope to some people, as if they were buying a movie ticket. They start advertising the rented house at half price. When someone comes and wants to see it, they say that they work in Canada, it costs them to cross the border. Pay a hundred dollars for the viewing. And for their lost wages. The buyers happily pay, and they are almost in catharsis that they can buy a house at half price, from the heirs who don't even care, they just want to get rid of it. Then, of course, when it comes to the sucker buying it, they make something up, the probate hasn't been completed yet, or one heir doesn't agree, he changed his mind, and so on.

Then one fine day, by chance, an acquaintance tells them that there is a website on the internet, secrettruthsories.com. Out of curiosity, they read it. Suddenly they get excited, interrupting each other, saying, we are the two most cunning, best con artists in the world. What if we pulled off the ultimate scam? This site is obviously just sci-fi, but we could make it a reality. What could we achieve with it? Think about it, the millions of women and money, and how famous we would be, we just have to make people believe that we are the political prisoner, or say, like Darth Vader in Star Wars. If this site takes off, and it probably will, how many millions will watch it, and if we can convince them that we are one of the Roswell Thirteen, that will be the biggest scam in the world. Like when Orson Welles' radio play. What do we have to do to achieve this? We have to play the qualities that the site described about the homo multiciple. That is, forever young, for example... They go to a cemetery and look for two old deceased people based on name and age. They request the birth certificates, and as if they were them, they make documents with their old photos. They even modify the fingerprints with plastic surgery. After that, they erase all traces. So basically, they become these people. They get so involved that they even believe that they are them. They even synchronize their movements, they practice all day long, they train, they prepare, whoever prepares wins. At one muscle or body movement of one, the other will know what to say, how to react. What the imagination can handle about the homo multiciple, they do it in reality. They watch the time, it's almost like a clock is ticking in their heads, and so on. It's already so believable that they almost become it. Then they wait, then they write to the editors of the website that they are them. Obviously, they don't give their genes for free, they ask them to advertise a competition among women who want an alien DNA, homo sapiens child, and obviously, they ask for an astronomical amount for it. This cannot be said to be grown in a test tube because then there is no competition. All of Europe could be recreated with this one ejaculation, even then there would only be one individual from it. They think to themselves, we will be male prostitutes, we can fuck for free and even get paid for it. The biggest deal in the world. And the women who carry their children believe the whole thing so much that they really give birth to children who become homo multiciples because if the brain believes something, it creates it. Just like Jesus believed that he was the son of God, who knows if he was? But he still did things that only the son of God could do. So faith can work wonders and creates the object of faith. After all, this is just a book, like the Bible. You can make a movie out of this too, because it's just made up, maybe just like the scripture itself.....all certainty fades into the mists of time.

The Legend of Spring (written by Autumn)