<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “That you shall have baby. You are Isis’ Daddy! All hail, Great Isis!” #<em>Very GentleGiggle</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  after she’s asleep, I lay back and begin building the net … <br/><br/>… Huguette here … several in Denmark and Norway … we gently embrace and join sisters from Finland and Iceland and Germany and the lowlands and Caucuses … outward … only a few each place … those receptive and at peace with themselves and their neighbors … thus our strength … Carlotta showed us all .. at peace with herself in the face of that … sisters from Africa … a strength we haven’t known before … from Russia and daughters of Kublai Khan and from the Indus … Aussies and Kiwis … from the rim and archipelagos … and the Americas … tonight we are together … learning how to snuggle together and find comfort and strength in each other and within ourselves … we understand together more will join us other of my nights … for I realize I am the nexus for this … must survive until Isis takes the role and then I am dispensable … a fervent wish to be as dispensable as Carlotta … Blessed Be …<br/><br/>… light outside the window as the Gaia hurtles us toward the sun to warm us in our turn … .. Kimmie sleeps on … I slide from our bed and use the toilet and make her coffee …  sit at the edge of the bed and rub her back  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Morning baby! Coffee for you. Time to find the daylight!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  rub her back and then head for my morning toilet … when I’m done, dress and kiss her one last time …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “See you at dinner baby. Check with Ulla at breakfast because I think they need to do your medical profile today and take blood and all that good stuff. Love you!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… my day is a repeat sort of yesterday except I have fewer appointments … critical one is with the cloners … they’ve asked me to be part of the team that determines whether they’re ready for Kimmie’s cells … and turns out I’m the most knowledgeable biochemist … give it all my due diligence while being careful to keep my feelings at bay …  on this the companion and hero to our daughter Isis depends … the future queen, a thought comes unbidden … her name remains hidden .. Queen? … oh my! …<br/><br/>… the last few hours are spent frantically scribbling … chemical design  but toward what end? … feel like I’m designing to cure something profound or create something as yet unknown … the news out of the CRISPR (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CRISPR) is fraught with medical ethics and we the sisters who have dabbled in genetics since we made the first Adama are so aware of the risks of such endeavors … drag myself back from those memories deep so deep in Hindsight … raised up before Isis by the ancient of days … shudder … and here I am, again examining cloning and giving life to inanimate chemistry …<br/><br/>… my mood lightens on the ride home … Ulla is driving … she seems upbeat … I’m basking in the late afternoon sun as our car approaches the canal … and a thump and I’m propelled upward … through the windscreen somehow … turn in mid sky to see Ulla smashed into the steering column as the car smashes into the barriers and plunges forward into the canal … I float somehow … and land on the far bank and crumple painlessly as whatever shielded me dissipates … watch in slow motion as passersby and then police and emergency personnel respond … I’m helped into an ambulance … no ill effects … amazement around … the car is destroyed … and Ulla is dead … part of me notes the bomb that had been placed in our car … how I escaped is obvious … teleported past the plunging vehicle … a power I did not believe possible …<br/><br/>… none the worse for wear and mourning our sister Ulla, I enter our building and make my way to our suite … enter and pour a vodka … sit and swirl it … not drinking … puzzle the bomb … Shadow, obviously … but how and where? … wait for Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/>