Sentience of Time – Chapter XIV: Closer
July 20, 2013

Sentience Of Time – Chapter XIV

The following story is a work of fiction and is 100 percent original work. I will be publishing a chapter per week on Saturdays, which can be viewed right here on redOrbit Blogs / Sci-Fi Saturday. I have always been interested in writing science fiction and this is a step toward realizing my dreams. I hope you enjoy this serial novel a chapter at a time!

Chapter XIV: Closer

(June 9, 2020)

Jazz stepped out into the dirt path and faced Cobi. She hadn’t noticed that Cobi was holding his own communicator in his left hand and a gun in his right until she stepped farther out into the open. Once her eyes made contact with the gun she halted in her tracks. “What’s up with the gun?” Jazz spoke cautiously.

Cobi looked down at his arm. He waved the gun around a few times and then slid it into his holster. “Sorry, cop thing!” he explained with a bit of sarcasm.

Jazz relaxed a little now that the gun was away. She then looked at his other hand and saw the small black box. “Did you find me with that?” Jazz, who was about 20 feet from Cobi, still facing him, said with her own level of sarcasm. She crossed her arms and tilted her upper body to one side.

“Oh, yes.” Cobi held the communicator up and then tossed it aside in the woods. “However, it is useless to me now. It can’t bring me back.”

“I thought you didn’t want to go back anyway? You said you couldn’t go back to that life.” Jazz walked a few feet closer to Cobi.

Cobi stretched his arms outward as he took a big yawn, inhaling and exhaling loudly. “Well, here’s the thing, I changed my mind. I need to go back and put an end to Asterim and his sick game. Since you hold the only option for me to go back, I need for you to hand over that nifty little box to me.”

“What?” Jazz yelled out, questioning his madness. “You ain’t getting my communicator. I need it to get home. You made your bed, now you have to sleep in it.”

Cobi through his right arm down and swept it across his front to one side as if he was putting an end to a debate. “No, Asterim and his goons made my bed. They were looking to get rid of me. However, I spoiled their little plan by living. They believed sending me back so far would turn me to soup. Well it didn’t, and I was forced to make a life here.”

Cobi scratched his head. “I have been stuck in this existence for nearly ten years and now I need to go back and finish it. I need to put an end to Asterim, time travel and Glimmer before any more tragedies can happen.”

“So,” Jazz tried to reason with him, “you are saying that you are going to make a tragedy out of me so you can go back and end tragedies for others. I don’t think so. This is your time now. I can’t help you.”

“I don’t need your help. I just need your box.” Cobi reached for his gun. “Now, you can do it the easy way or you can do it the hard way; your choice.”

Jazz watched as Cobi’s hand hovered over his holster. She looked beyond down the road and then on into the woods. She believed her only chance was to make an escape back into the woods. As she turned and made a dash for the woods, she felt a sharp pain tear into her back, landing her onto the ground. She tried to pull herself up, but felt another bullet rip through her body. She rolled herself over and looked up at Cobi, who was standing over her now.

“Looks like you chose the hard way. I am sorry Jazz, but this needs to be done.” Cobi reached down and pulled the black box from Jazz’s pocket. He raised himself up and took a few steps back. He pointed the gun at Jazz’s forehead and despite her plea with her eyes, he pulled the trigger.

(June 8, 2020)

Jazz awoke from a deep troubling sleep. Her heart was pounding and her head was banging. She felt like something had happened but was not sure what. In any case, it didn’t feel right. She crawled off the sofa sleeper and walked to a window. It was early morning and the light from the sun was just beginning to filter through the sky. Jazz pulled out her box and checked the timer. 01:22:12

Jazz wanted to go back home so badly, but knew she had to find her future self before making that jump. She walked to a small table in the room she had been set up in by Jack and pulled a chair up and sat down. She pulled sat her communicator on the table and pressed a few buttons.

The box made a few sounds and a digital screen cropped up over the box. A warped voice called out from a dark figure that appeared on the screen: “Are you alright Jazz?”

“Yes, I am okay for now,” Jazz whispered. “I had this terrible dream that something bad happened. I was walking along a road and this man… he seemed so familiar to me. He looked like Cobi Heathro. Anyway, in my dream, he killed me. It doesn’t make sense.”

The figure on the screen vanished and the screen disappeared. “NO,” Jazz cried out. “NO, NO, NO!”

Jazz shook the box and tried pushing buttons but nothing happened. “Damn it! Why does this happen to me every time?” Jazz tossed the table and slumped back in her chair. She began to sulk.

(June 11, 2077)

Avon Lafonte, a caller for the council hurried along a long white corridor. He stopped at a tall door plated with a gold label that read ‘Alfred von Weitz.’ Lafonte waved his hand over a small face plate on the front of the door. After a few moments the door slid open and von Weitz, who was working out an equation on a digital display, motioned for Lafonte to enter.

Lafonte quickly approached von Weitz. “We have an issue sir! Jazz just called us from June 8, 2020. She mentioned a name.

“A name?” von Weitz clamored. “What name?”

“Cobi Heathro, sir.”

Von Weitz turned to Lafonte. “What exactly did she say?”

Lafonte explained to him what Jazz had said before he shut down the communication link. “You said to shut it down if anything out of the ordinary occurred. I would say this is far from ordinary.”

“No, it’s just a dream,” von Weitz maintained. “But I do see your concern. Why did she dream of Cobi, and why would he kill her on the dream? You need to establish a communication with the other Jazz and see what she has to say. Go do it now!” von Weitz ordered. “And come back to me with any information gathered.”

(June 9, 2020)

Cobi sat in the cruiser along the old dirt road looking at the box. He wanted so badly to make a call to the council but knew it would only ruin his chances for what he planned to do. He believed it would be best to make a surprise reentry when they send for Jazz. Cobi laughed to himself and tossed the communicator in the passenger seat. He started the engine and raced back toward the mart in Indigo Hook.

Stay tuned next week for Chapter XV

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