The Intimacy Equation

The Intimacy Equation

Tim M Marshall

Copyright © 2019 by Tim M Marshall.

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1   Making Ends Meet

Chapter 2   The Unthinkable

Chapter 3   The Other Side/ Orientation

Chapter 4   Experiential Education

Chapter 5   Release

Chapter 6   Brandon and Missy

Chapter 7   Lisette

Chapter 8   United in Cause

Chapter 9   Graduation

Chapter 10 New Beginnings

Chapter 11 Drs. Pope

Chapter 12 Repercussions

Chapter 13 Light Ascending

Chapter 14 A New Role

Chapter 15 Super Stars

Chapter 16 A New Danger

Chapter 16 A Call to Service

Chapter 17 Betrayal

Chapter 18 Revelations

Timeline

Prologue

In 1967 a report on Soviet spy development was generated by CIA sources. This made more than a few agencies nervous. The USA was behind them in this field. It started a desperate search for psychically endowed people. This was the impetus behind the development of psychotropic drugs, many of these were tested on military personnel. Most of the new drugs were quickly swept under the rug, others became household names.

In 1969 US Army intelligence and communications division (INSCOM) approached several well-known psychics. Their proposal was to recruit one to train potential psychic spies. They were very interested in remote viewing. Ingo Swann was recruited and became one of the lead trainers of the potential spies. The Monroe Institute was established in the early sixties; their specialty is in using sound frequencies to alter brain wave states. The US Army created a standing classified contract with the institute to train their potential psychic spies, Ingo Swann would oversee this training. The project was codenamed Stargate.

In 1974 the program was renamed Center Lane, INSCOM Center Lane program produced controversial results, many highly accurate other embarrassingly far off, much of this information is now declassified. A breach in security proved to be an embarrassment for the US Army, and Center Lane was disbanded in 1995, claiming the end of the program was due to a lack of funding. The truth is that it was covertly handed over to the NSA, who were far better at keeping things secret. The NSA program is as yet deemed Top Secret, and is funded under the term Black Operations, which in turn means that it receives no oversight. The information collected by the NSA team has never been disclosed. In 2001 a new impetus was placed on the program to find or produce more ways to expand upon human consciousness to produce better spies. Classified contracts were forged between Johns Hopkins and Stanford Research division.

The sole priority of these contracts was to create the means to expand human cognitive functions. Without bothering to achieve FDA approval 100 enlisted volunteers were given the experimental drugs developed, both fatalities and many suicides followed this first test, the public was told nothing. The contractors pressed forward with their research and by 2004 they had several new drugs to test. Again 100 volunteers were selected 20 of which proved highly successful, but of the remaining 80 no word has ever come. The results of these tests determined that the best application would be on pregnant women. A five-week old fetus they determined would benefit the most from the treatment.

In 2005 Dr. Rhaman of Johns Hopkins published his paper on the findings of the experiment. In the paper he claimed that chemically enhanced DNA manipulation could produce a new class of thinker. His research was based on fetal response to this therapy. In the paper he also claimed that the treatment held anti-aging properties, which in turn made his work go viral.

In 2007 the NSA had to turn away volunteer Guinee pigs. They were going to continue the testing but they had to take extra precautions to hide their culpability. The test subjects would be women between the ages of 20 and 27 who were 5 weeks pregnant. The selection was done by a lottery out of 5000 volunteers they chose 100. 96 of these women carried to term, it is undetermined why the other 4 did not. Most likely it was not related to the therapy, but this is speculation. The treated women actually began showing nearly immediate higher cognitive functions. Their children to showed higher functioning as they aged. These tests were run in Columbia Maryland. The research continued and improvements were made over the next 5 years. From 2007 to 2012 100 women a year were selected to undergo the chemical therapy. According to accessible documentation none of these women have been harmed by this therapy.

In 2010 three of the enhanced women teamed up and developed a new education program, it was named experiential learning and it started with 4-yearold children, and would progress until graduation. It began as in home schooling for 96 unique students. Their progress was second to none. By age 15 they were coming up with new inventions. A new form of energy, a new use for garbage, in all the graduating class had patented 40 new ideas between them. All 96 students were granted full scholarships, 92 for Stanford University. The NSA, CIA, and Army Intelligence recruited from these students their selections are deemed top Secret.

The first years of the school raised such a demand for this form of schooling that new facilities were needed. Several were built and new teachers were trained. After another two years they had to expand again. Columbia was absorbing the surrounding communities and many others were petitioning. The Army Corps of engineers intervened producing two substantial facilities on opposite ends of the current Columbia Maryland. The buildings were mostly subterranean only two floors were above ground. The cost to go to these schools was for the elite only. In 2017 New Columbia was formed as more and more communities wanted in. A training facility for a new type of teacher was included in the plans, but the first teachers had been trained by the founders in their homes. In 2017 the GDP of New Columbia was higher than all of the other states combined. New Columbia produced their own power in surplus, enough to power the surrounding states. At the new facilities students were graduating, and receiving equivalent Master’s degrees and Doctorates. It quickly became the most sought out system in the world. Crime in New Columbia was close too nonexistent. To completely eradicate its possibility a fence was erected. New Columbia was fenced from sea to mountain side. Three fully manned access gates were placed on both the north side and on the south side of the fence. To bypass New Columbia an expansive bridge was built above the city at route 95. Two other routes went under the massive city. By 2018 New Columbia held 1400 patents. In 2019 they disbanded paper money. Money exchange was now to be controlled by a super computer and an algorithm designed to handle this load. Wealth was virtually universal and poverty nonexistent. The NSA facility was now located within New Columbia, but was still bound by the Federal system. The Psychic spy program considered itself the watchdog of New Columbia, as well as the guardian of the USA. They were in a very real sense above and beyond the law, and far more powerful than anyone outside of the agency could imagine. This is a story about one family and how something so horrifically bad could lead to something so beautiful.

Chapter 1 Making Ends Meet

In 2012 Cookie, the matriarch of this story, and going on five weeks pregnant with her first child. She is19 and due for a checkup by her obstetrician. He is a hard man to make an appointment with for he spread himself thin over several clinics. She managed to schedule one, but needed to drive into Columbia Maryland to have it done. For her this is across town. The place is an All Care clinic, and this particular clinic was the target facility today for the experimental program being performed by the NSA. The young contractor who administered the shots didn’t possess the names of the selected woman just a few phrases each women would provide as passwords. The agency keeping the women’s identity to itself so any outside interference is virtually impossible.

She arrived twenty-five minutes early. She walked into the place and is stunned to see there is no one else in the waiting room. This never happened to her before, and she being a nurse, made it seem unusual. A young man sat behind the reception counter.

Are you here for a checkup? he asked her. He did three others earlier the same morning.

Why yes I am, She replied.

How far along are you? he inquired.

About 5 weeks, she answered.

She must be his last volunteer, she had the right answers. He immediately brought her into an examination room and prepared the needle. Cookie didn’t even notice the syringe until he injected her.

Excuse me, she said. What was the shot for?

The young man turned pale white, this isn’t her. He had injected the wrong woman. There could be no turning back. He would have to play this off.

A new inoculation for you and your child. I believe this handles whooping cough. He quickly fabricated.

I wasn’t expecting a shot. It is safe for my child? she probed.

Absolutely, he assured her. He left the exam room in close to a run, if he didn’t report this no one would ever know. This is her lucky day, he thought.

Her Obstetrician peaked into the room, Cookie, you’re a bit early. He went right to work checking her vitals and looking into her eyes. Other than a slightly elevated heart rate I’d say you are doing great at this point. Keep up the diet and the walks, and I’ll see you in a month. That was it. She thanked him and began the long trip across town. She felt different, but didn’t really feel bad, just different. She was expected back at work having taken the morning off for her appointment. She awoke the following morning still feeling a little unusual, is this something to do with the injection. She had neglected to ask the doctor about it. Frank, her husband joined her for coffee. You are especially beautiful this morning, he said, giving her a gentle kiss. You seem to be glowing.

She smiled and went into the bathroom to check her reflection. She had more color in her cheeks, not flush, a healthy glow. Not that she had been in any way unhealthy, but different than usual. She rejoined her husband in the dining room. The doctor said I was doing good yesterday, she told him.

He smiled at her, I’d say by the look of you this morning you are doing better than alright. I have four jobs today and won’t be home until about six this evening.

They parted with a kiss, and Cookie went to work. She inquired about the whooping cough vaccine and was told the shot was good to receive at this stage in her pregnancy so she dropped the subject altogether.

Her first son Scott is born on September 12th the same year.

In 2016 she needed to take a course in the newly upgraded equipment which her hospital is transitioning into. New digital technology which meant she would probably have a hard time with the subject. She didn’t take to new technology so easy. She needed to be at the community college for the next three days for the course. The information she processed in her first day blew her mind. She didn’t simply understand it; she couldn’t wait to find out what is coming next. She flew through the classes without a moments doubt. Once completed, she knew she could use the new machinery. She thought the new equipment would make patient care that much the better and when she went into work the following day she proceeded to show her boss what to do on the devise. The administrator wasn’t the only one having trouble. She helped several others up to speed and her skills didn’t only boost her reputation she found her job becoming easier due to the new system. Within three months she became the new head of the day shift nurses.

Brandon is born on the 25th of April in 2018. She felt far less pain with his delivery. From the moment of his birth she noticed a gleam in his eye. Her third child came two years later in May of 2020 finally a little girl, she thought.

She and Frank named her Lisa. She too had the gleam in her eye.

It is 2024, and Cookie’s family is preparing for the upcoming holidays. She loved this time of year, for they tended to draw the family together.

Her husband, Frank, kept them afloat financially, but the holiday season always slowed his work down, making it hard on them. The situation is difficult but manageable.

Cookie and Frank both did all they could do to create their children’s Christmas.

The dichotomy between the rich and the impoverished today is blatantly obvious being separated by a massive fence. Cookie and her family lived among other middle class families close to but not statistically poor. Those considered so are nearby, and their being on the wrong side of town meant a constant threat of violence. Gang activity grew exponentially over the past ten years and they grew more brazen as the hunger got deeper and uglier. Desperation and lack made for ripe recruiting grounds. These kids saw no options and no better options. The choice was to sink in the pit of poverty and despair or go out and make life your own. The barrier made this a way of life and the authorities all but helpless. The law had to watch their every step, between bad press and the paparazzi their hands are tied when it comes to dealing with gang violence.

In comparison Cookie Pope’s little family didn’t have it all that bad.

Brandon, now six, could hardly contain his excitement it being December 4th 2024, and his favorite time of year, because his family grew closer. Though they scraped by most of the year, they pulled out all the stops for Christmas. He is in the first grade and anticipating the adventure waiting for him after school. Today being the day that his father, brother and he are going to choose a Christmas tree. The task fixing to be a real undertaking this year because his dad’s truck is in the garage for repairs, and he didn’t know how they planned to accomplish the feat, all he knew is that he had been invited to be part of it. He is an outgoing first grader with a natural charisma that makes him stand out. He is well liked by his peers and his teachers, and present is always a gleam in his eye. He appeared to like everyone and everything. His anticipation escalated as the hours neared the closing bell. The final five minutes went by agonizingly slow, when at long last the bell rang. He half ran and half skipped home in his eagerness. This being an opportunity he didn’t want to miss.

Once home he is greeted by his dog Boh, who’s manically wagging tail came close to knocking him over. He flourished him with doggy kisses. Brandon is used to this, he kind of looked forward to it. He’d been allowed to walk to school on his own this year, imagining himself coming into his own. He had some time to kill so he got busy with his homework. He almost finished by the time Scott got home. His brother said hello and rushed down the cellar stairs. Their father arrived five minutes later. I’ll be ready in five minutes, his father told him. His brother reappeared out front with a fancy looking cart. It possessed 12 inch wheels, the front ones rigged like a wagon with a handle to pull and steer with. The bed of the craft is a frame with a burlap cloth cradle that Brandon imagined would hold the tree securely. Scott is always building things. He shared his father’s work bench in the basement, and spent more time at the bench than his father did.

You ready for a walk, Brandon? his father said obviously ready himself. The expression on Brandon’s face said it all. His dad had to laugh good humoredly. They both flew out the door. His sister Lisa being baby sat at Maama’s place; his mom would be picking her up after work today.

What do you think? Scott asked, referring to his creation.

Above and beyond any expectation I had, his dad said proudly.

The air is brisk, but not unpleasantly so. Brandon radiated in his glory. Such an escapade is a rare thing, and he was going to make the most out of it. They took a whole hour to reach the field where the trees awaited. There are already many folks wandering down the aisles looking for that perfect tree. He recognized his neighbor’s car pulling into the lot. He noticed Mike climbing out of the car and waved him over. He didn’t waste time he ran over and exclaimed, wow, that is a neat cart, did you make it Scott? He nodded and smiled. He carried a reputation for his handy work. Mom and dad are determined to look at every single one before they make their choice. He said in mock exasperation.

That’s half the fun, His father told him. How would the two of you feel about manning the cart while Scott and I pick a tree?

This being ideal for them. They both in the first grade and there being a lot to talk about. It didn’t take them long at all to find the right tree. Mike’s parents are still busy looking. Brandon considered the tree as the perfect one. It laid perfectly nestled on the cart. Scott offered him the first pull and he accepted smiling. The craft is easy to maneuver and they made their way home. His brother took over half way home, and he appreciated the offer, it having begun to tire him. They needed to get home before dark settled in. This wasn’t a safe place to be after dark. The evening settled in as they got home. They heard gun fire in the distance as they got the tree inside. There being too few police officers for the ever increasing gang activity. This is the only way Brandon understood the world to be, he actually dreamt that someday he would fix things here. Something within him hungered for it.

Lisa waited for them to bring in the tree, but she only had eyes for Brandon. His mom stood there as well, smiling at the sight of the tree. That was some walk you went on, she said proudly. He pulled the cart over half way. Scott told her. They put the tree in place and held it up so their father could emplace the stand beneath. It stood in the corner of the living room. Cookie got on her knees to place the specially made scarf around the base. She did so meticulously, and when she arose she announced, We’ll begin decorating this Saturday. He experienced another thrill pour through him, that is the best thing ever. The decorations transformed the house making it seem even more magical, and somehow made the coming of Christmas more real. For him this is the official start of the season. She too had a glow in her eyes, she had been allowed to take part for the first time last year, so