Tesla by Jason Walker (color ebook reader TXT) 📖

positive for several kinds of cancer.

Two weeks after, Anna began to feel sick as well. She tried to brush it off. “It’s just a cold, honey.”

Darren insisted, “Just go see a doctor, love. Do it for me, won’t you?”

While she was at the medical clinic, Darren left Dana with her and went to her parents’ place. He had the front door key and walked inside the empty house. It wasn’t long before the air quality company arrived for the appointment he’d scheduled with them and they took samples in every room and then promised to let him know if there were any toxic substances in the air. After they’d left him, he took their advice on how to take soil samples around the property and who to take them to so he walked around the house and dug up some samples, which he then put into separate plastic bags.

He’d just dropped them off at the lab when he remembered that his wife would be expecting him back to pick her up, so he focused on getting back to her, but he was in deep shit because she waited for half an hour outside the clinic with their daughter. He apologized profusely to her and she wanted to know why he was so late, so he told her that he’d been out at her parent’s property taking soil samples to see if there was something poisonous in the soil. “It’s the one common denominator, honey. Your parents’ place is where you’ve all been and every one of you has gotten cancer. We need to keep Dana from ever going there. I’ll know in a week if the ground’s contaminated or not,” he told her.

She was angry at him for doing what he’d done, but she didn’t have the energy to argue. She just wanted to go home and sleep.

There was no denying it any longer. Darren did his best to take care of his wife. He had to let Orange know about the situation, but Anna had told him that she’d already called her boss and told him that she needed him at home. “You’re on medical leave, Darren. So am I. Dana needs you.”

At the end of the week, Darren took his daughter to the lab and got a negative result in the soil contamination. He paid his bill and left the building. Then, he drove to the air quality testers and asked to speak with the manager who came out of the back to see him. He was not happy about his crew being subjected to radioactive air particles and explained that to Darren. “Half my crew is being tested right now for what’s causing their bad health. That place needs to be locked down and torn down. You can’t live in it. I don’t know what’s been sprayed in there but it’ll kill you if you stay there long enough.”

Darren left the office with his daughter and took some time to go to the store to get some groceries so he could cook something for her and his wife. She needed to start eating because she was wasting away. To Darren’s delight, Anna was willing to eat some chicken soup, which she managed to keep down this time.

Late at night, curled in bed together, tears fresh on Anna’s face, she said, “I can’t believe that this is how the CIA decided to take me out.”

“They must have been spraying that radioactive substance in your parents’ house,” said Darren, bitterly. “I don’t know what that stuff is but half the testing crew are sick like you are.”

“I’d have preferred a bullet in the brain over being sick like this. And my parents . . . they’re only dead because of me.”

“They’re dead because the CIA is filled with a bunch of rat bastards,” said Darren, firmly. “Not because of you. Cancer is their biggest bio weapon. Flies under the radar every time.”

“I don’t want Dana to see me like this, honey.”

Darren didn’t want to see her waste away either. Anna had lost so much weight that she was already starting to look like a skeleton. She looked sicker with every day that passed by. It broke his heart. “I understand, love.”

This was the lowest that Darren had ever seen her. The way she looked was getting to her as well. Darren could tell. He wondered if she had enough energy for one more trip but decided against asking. Even so, she seemed to read his mind and said she’d like to give it a try.

When they drove out to the mountains, they enjoyed a magnificent view of a big river at the base of several forested hills. There was a place to camp so they tried to enjoy a night in a tent.

It was during this time that Darren brought up all the different kinds of technology that the Orange Corporation had access to. He was bitter because he knew that they had so many kinds of gadgets at their R&D facilities. Somewhere in those buildings were med beds that could cure all diseases known to mankind. She agreed with him and said she would ask her boss and see what he said. Darren hoped they could negotiate something that would see the cancer eliminated.

A few days later, she told Darren that Alan Schiff had come back with a “no” for an answer. She was left to her fate and would have to start doing the treatment options that were available to the public. “That’s basically death right there. That’s what we’re being left with. What about doing this ourselves? We know it’s all about sound frequencies. What if we made our own med bed and used sound frequencies to kill your cancer? You might live.”

Anna told Darren to go ahead but she didn’t think she had enough time left and he didn’t know how to make a med bed properly. So, he began researching on the Internet and then went and dug up his pictures to see if there were any references to using sound frequency to destroy cancer cells in the body. There were some references to other things like levitation, but he hadn’t taken pictures of any notes that dealt with using sound waves to assist a body in healing itself.

Darren read countless white papers and still managed to take care of their child and his wife. But he wanted to do more. They didn’t have enough money to hire anyone, so he called Bill and asked him what he knew about making a med bed. “I haven’t a clue how to make one,” he said, but I can start thinking about it, Darren. How much time do we have?” he asked his friend.

Darren didn’t think he had much time left before she passed away. “Not long, mate.”

That same day, Anna called for Darren. She was sleeping on their living room sofa and wanted to tell him about where she’d hidden her secret knowledge that she’d accumulated over time while working for the CIA. She pointed to the little dog sculpture on the shelf, which he went and looked at while she continued speaking. “And make sure she gets that little clay dog, won’t you? That was modelled after the real dog that I had when I was a teenager. His name was Sebastian. What a great dog he was!”

Darren knew the dog she was speaking about. She’d shown him many pictures of them together.

“It has a lot of disks inside it, Darren . . . filled with all of the sensitive information that she might want to know about when she’s old enough to challenge the reality they’ve imposed on us,” she whispered.

He told her, bitterly, “That’s why they killed you, Anna. For knowing about all that shit!”

Anna smiled at him. “Yeah. I know. I’m sorry.”

“What? Sorry?”

“I told you I would always be honest with you. And there’s something I didn’t tell you about.” Anna’s voice was a rasp. “Look up Nacht Waffen. That’s . . . that’s the name of the Bushes’ secret space fleet.”

Guilt hit Darren hard. He thought about the Tesla files that spoke of the merger between the SS and the OSS—and the machines that Tesla had created for them.

“I know that already, love,” said Darren, softly.

Anna laughed. “Of course you do. Always the smart one.”

“No, love. That was you. I—Anna, what am I supposed to do now? It’s only going to be a matter of time before they come for me. Or worse, before they come for Dana.”

“Take as many of those bastards out as you can,” his wife replied. “If you’re going down, take them down with you. And then take the truth to the people.”

She wanted him to be a whistleblower.

Darren could do that . . . for her.

 

Time passed, both too slowly and quickly at once.

Anna only grew sicklier after she had no options left but chemo treatment. Before long, she needed help getting in and out of the shower. They bought a chair to sit in, so she could rest . . . but eventually, Darren had to take his shower at the same time as her, so he could wash Anna’s hair.

Getting dressed became an ordeal. Anna’s hands shook too badly to deal with buttons and slippers. She wore mostly loose-fitting tee shirts and sweatpants. Dresses. Anything with a soft fabric.

It was easy to tell that she was only getting worse. Darren tried to cherish every moment that he had left with her as the weeks went by. And Dana noticed that her mom was sick and wasn’t around as much, which was upsetting to her. She would often come to lie on the couch with her mom and have an afternoon nap or play on the carpet in front of the couch. They tried to be a family up to the last second.

Darren knew it would never be enough. Not enough time. Not enough love. Not enough memories. It would always just be too short. Their forever would end in pieces.

Just the thought was enough to make Darren get choked up.

He tried not to think about it.

The day that they put Anna into the ground was the hardest of Darren’s life.

For all that he’d seen and done over the years, there was nothing that could have prepared him for that moment. He wore a rented suit. His daughter wore a black dress. She didn’t understand that her mum wouldn’t be coming back. The day was clear with some clouds in the sky, and a wind blew the branches of the nearby trees as if to send a message that a soul was moving on.

One by one, the attendees put a rose on top of the freshly buried grave. Darren carried Dana over, holding her down.

“Give mommy a flower,” said Darren.

Confused, Dana put the rose on the ground.

Darren’s breath hitched. Tears streamed down his proud face as he held his daughter’s hand. He stepped to the side, watching as the others finished. He stood there while they came up, shook his hand, and wished him well.

At the end of the line was Anna’s sister, Elizabeth White. It was the first time they had met in person but not the first time that they had spoken.

With tears running down her face, Elizabeth held out her arms. “I don’t mind watching her for you, Darren.”

“Thank you,” he replied. He gave Dana a kiss on the forehead and then passed her over. Dana turned around, stretching out one chubby hand and reaching for her father.

Elizabeth shushed her. “It’ll be okay, Anna.”

Next, Darren gave her a set of keys.