It was like a honeymoon to be reunited with my children, in a parallel world were all those existences never occurred. New York city might have been a center place to work to reunite the Avengers to Stark Industry, till United Nations got involved. Perhaps London was had that accent which broad me together with my present situation. At last, no one would find us here in neutral ground. At risk, those who knew my name existed no more. My both children seat at the kitchen's table as there was nothing heavier in my hand then the subtle cut of my knife cutting before the lower tip of this branches flowers against the thick wooden board. For a lapse of 2 seconds muted seeing other things. Did I want them to know from my facial expression?

 Posing the flowers inside a watered jar, rose my hands on each above with a seemingly hugging affection. My daughter Jai, showed me her paintings as I set to feel the colors in her eyes, the intelligence in her bubbly perception, the pages she drew contained already an imaginary world whose details looked for expansion, she had covered all the blank areas. As I continued to see the dates a homeward bound continued in the background of it all, moving her towards were she belongs in such many shaped depictions, she already managed the shadows and the darkness bringing a multidimensional body, it wasn't flat, it carried a movement as well, as she observed at the mechanisms of my studies in her work detected that the coming generation was worth a living for everything that I had changed with.

 Was she really siting by my side with my other child? You knows, as many lives you kill you start to feel numb of affection, that irrevocable void centers you in the center of an hurricane that is unstoppable and when reality hits you, is like you are not there. It was hard to feel how much I loved them, incredibly difficult to accept the bond from so much detachment. But, when I fusion a view at her it feels so surreal. "Yes? I'm here for you." 

They both, wanted me to tell them a story, a story they always waited to ear from. One pulled my cardigan so we walked towards the living room and set one in my lap while I hug to the side the other, both so closed as the last time I had seen them.  So I started to explain them what happened by their inquiry, I knew by advance that any missing point, she will grow to get it, so I was very careful with the energy of my words as if the mission was complete.

 Tell me, in which language you speak to a child when is about parallel Universes? Power and... the most ambitious work to a thrilling investigation, so I made it children friendly. "The Pioneers of Possession exist in each civilization, and each Empire." It started long ago, but, I had to start this story the day they was born.

"There is a capturing light followed by a sound" My hand pointed towards the window. "Then anything can happen as once the Bing Bang occurred" They knew about the Multiple Universes, the beginning of it and the ends between each ones.

"And before its reality, there is a capturing light followed by a sound, as a storm, who rampages or an electrical impulse within your nerve system within the brain, and psyche of greater entities we belong or can transit incognito with." I was observing them, losing their hug looked closely into how they responded.

"I was trained to be an agent. I capture the signals of light and sound that also connects our solar Universe, so before speaking you must see and then listen. There are many things as planets around, and to know with precision might be a knowledge to hold unspoken." It was an evil story of those, but they already lived through it, innocently believed everything was love inside a bubble, this for they could not speak the reality of that was forbidden behind those fractured bubble who exploded in the air by the softest touch of anything and why? They had seen it everyday happening before their nose in the wrong hands. They were wrong if speaking the truth, so they had to learn alone, without me.

 Why would a woman like me commit be chosen to commit such homicides, random, I left it that way to the few who surrounded me. Not sterilized but neutered in the past, my children yet were born in the future and broad now to this present as the tic tac became managed by those who send me on their missions and loss, I became more observant and omitted the sound of their illuminating predictions, just as they thought me. My hand operated with one only click and trigger, just so they let me restore the domain of my home.

 No, they would send me onto another, and another emission of the void. Moderated to vanish by the impact. It always worked, generation after generation the masses accumulated with more jealousy to protect them self as such, separating each from other by cause and murder, as predicted. Grouping, and regrouping, as a German Shepard, a Russian Shepard, a French a Greek, an Avenger Shepard, an Empire's Shepard, a Resistance's Shepard. It was then that my both children Jai and Ben were separated from my death in early childhood, and the Empire recovered the brain and periphery of my body, rewiring me inside. "My children" That inner voice who yield within seconds before falling at sleep. "My children." In a subconscious levels, night after night, year after decade, I knew that I had children of my own. I'm just an Infinity's War Shepard called for another victory to befriend the enemy by unknown methods.

  A  woman being rape is nothing compared to having her children stolen from her, if there is something the Empire of Man hates more is the power that woman have by birthing, they touch the core of death, they become a channel of life, if you wan't to take her life away, take her family, being reap off from the very matrix of her homogeneous informational mobile to exist might kill her spirit, but not her soul, not her ghost, that vital right as a holder of her possession in care will keep aware.

 On the other side of the plate, the victims  from war covered the spacial news in the first pages and civilians worried for the interpretation of the external worlds while occupied with entertainment and work to their supremacy and impossibility to help those affected by its darkening violence who gotten crashed by slower sufferings and forms of co-existence, not just material but psychologically damn in madness and poverty.

  The average consumed to sustain the Empire with great stimuli and appetite for all tastes and preferences in their multiple varieties who hired and fired as many they wished, by the Empire they created as the few organisations aided, would only help a few of their survivors to belong by predilection from who are left behind, meanwhile within the top Governments the some of us were being executed for life to manufacture the dead ends pushing the new viewers as eye openers to the multidimensional becoming.

 But, wait... this is not just an illusion, or a parallel reality were you come to think in the difference of time frames and prime bodies aligned , the quantum world I have taken you from it belongs to me now.  As It was clear, I couldn't tell them, such things are for no one to relived. "I will always be a spy children of mine, a won battle readies one in the war, but guess for whom do I work for?" As I held them in my arms for that which never dies is true love, they knew that we had advance a quantum jump. Albert Einstein made it so easy for the Pioneers of laws to science and its discovery that the very cosmos became a fragment of this very moment.