Chapter 2
“Jazz, don’t go near the pool. It is dangerous there. If you want to play, just play near the house. I’ll be cooking for our lunch. Okay?”“Okay Mama. I’ll play with Poppy.”
Poppy was a cute furry white poodle with snout nose, pointed mouth and standing ears. I often communicated with Poppy. If he sensed something wrong, he would wiggle his ears and wagged his tails. Barbara gave this to mom last year. Still mom’s best friend. They would eventually tease each other and their laughter gave life to the melancholic atmosphere surrounding us. His 5 year old son tagged along with her. That was the first time I saw his son. We just stared with each other. Then he gave me a big smile. I saw his dimples. He was a coy child. He didn't speak any words at all. I smiled sheepishly back at him. That was our first acquaintance. After that, I never saw her son. I don’t even know his name.
“Hey Poppy, can you look after dad? Mom is worried.
Poppy happily wagged his tail and kissed my cheeks. “Geek, you smell awful. Alright, I’ll give you a bath later. Don’t go close to the pool.” Poppy obediently left. He ran perpendicularly as if he was avoiding a land mine. Beneath the ground, he smelled electric wires going to the pool. He was precautious. “Smart dog,” I said. Dad told me once that he implanted a device inside Poppy’s brain for security reason. At my young age, I don’t seem to mind.
Dad was a retired military man. He was an electrical engineer but also had keen interest in the field of genetic engineering. He ostentatiously studied genetic engineering during his free time. He was a genius. He found out that genes could be cloned or altered. 1This involves using recombinant nucleic acid (DNA or RNA) techniques to form new combinations of heritable genetic material followed by the incorporation of that material either indirectly through a vector system or directly through micro-injection, macro-injection and micro-encapsulation techniques.
The stunning result of his researches and experiments were that, he could create a genius human species that has the ability to preconceive – to see, to touch, to smell, to feel, to read human and animal minds. He could born a person with telekinetic and pyrokinetic abilities. He was so excited about the result of his research. When he opened this up to his peers, they were so skeptical and they told him that dad was crazy. Dad was frustrated. He resigned from his job and enlisted himself in the Arm Forces when World War II broke. He was deployed in the Subic Bay, Philippines. He felt in love with a Filipino woman. They were about to get married in a civil rite ceremony. Along the way to the City Hall, the Japanese abducted his fiancee, raped and killed her including her parents. Dad had no other choice but to accept his fate and asked for re-assignment.
When the World War II ended, he returned to California. He taught Electrical Engineering in UCLA and still pursued his research in genetics. Dad also taught Philosophy and there she met mom in that subject. Mom was of mixed descendant. His mother was Filipino and his dad was of German and American descendants. Knowing that she had Filipino blood, dad courted her. Dad was reminded of his Filipino fiancee. Although dad was at his 40’s, mom fell in love with him. Dad had well-built figure. Tan skinned, auburn hair, dark blue eyes and intelligent. Mom was only 22.
I heard Poppy barked. “Arf, arf, arf..” And I heard dad’s full tone voice. Poppy was encircling around dad’s long legs. Poppy was too jubilant to be with dad and for successfully bringing him with us. By barking he meant mission accomplish.
I shouted, “Papa.”
I saw the eyes of dad sparkled while he embraced me. From time to time, he caressed my long auburn hair. I was a female counter part of dad. I looked like exactly like him. “Jazz, you made Poppy looked for me?” dad asked.
I spoke softly. “Mama was worried. She is often worried when you go to the mansion.”
“Do you feel something wrong, Jazz?”
“I can feel that my body is sipping an electromagnetic energy. Poppy can feel that too.”
“Papa, I don’t want anybody to hurt you. I promised that.”
“No one will hurt me, Jazz. No one! Once my service is no longer needed by Mr. Richards, we’ll leave this mansion. I promised you that.
1Source: Genetic Engineering, Wikipedia
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