Daniel Benedict

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     REVISION 10.26.2008

     “Myin of Jupiter”


      ‘I’m not going to sugar coat this. If you want to hear the world is a perfect place and you have a warm dinner waiting at home with your spouse missing you and believe the future is bright, pleasant and full of daisies then you will rudely be lied to.   This is a truth that will get you in trouble, make you cringe with shock and beat you to a bloody mess, but in the end you will walk away knowing why the world took Myin from us and even if your dinner is not warm and your spouse doesn’t miss you—you live free.’

      ‘I have lost my sister. She is gone; absorbed into a world beyond my reach. She is beauty and genius and because of this destiny has chosen an incredible fate for her. My sister believes in destiny. Why should an unseen power control our fate? Myin tells me fate and destiny is our spirit guiding us to achieve certain predetermined goals.   We are sisters by blood but separated by her genius. I try to understand my sister but don’t; I love her and I miss her. I hate that destiny took my baby sister; I will try to bring her back.’

     ‘To understand my sister is to understand our parents. We come from a strong moral background in which our father grows food from the earth’s soil and our mother saves lives in the local free hospital. This is a vital core foundation of Vermont and the reason she and I were born here. But an echo system is not complete without water, light, oxygen and--darkness. A concept our parents failed to grasp entirely. Mother taught us life is precious and short. Our mother often educates us in the ways of life.’

     “We come from the womb,” mother will say in her philosophical voice, “kicking screaming and crying for life eager to learn about our new world. We embrace the world around us, but then come the teachings in which we learn the truth. As we get older fear sets in, followed by anxiety, despair and hatred. Then death, sudden, unseen, takes us back to some place we try to understand but never quite. Life is short.”

      ‘Mother makes sure we understand our simple organic bodies are fragile and weak. It is up to us to protect ourselves. We are forced to train in all world martial art forms. At age eleven Myin learns how to slow and stop her body fluids, she doesn’t bleed when cut. At thirteen she is able to operate on any of her own body parts with common household items. By nineteen Myin is master of her temple and I am a frustrated mortal lagging behind her.’

      ‘Our father, a strong simple man of the earth, teaches us life is what you make it. Myin watches him from the tractor, asking questions about why we eat plants and go through so much work for so little gain.’

     ‘Father always leans close to Myin when speaking importantly as though what he has to say is for her knowledge only.’

     “You turn the soil, water it, plant it, and protect it. In turn it provides the nutrients to keep you alive, a harmonious cycle of life.”   Myin smiles from his comfort.

      ‘Myin doesn’t understand our father, his hours upon hours of hard work only to show a small portion of profit. Even at such a young age though, Myin knows she is suppose to be different from our parents. They gave her life but she chooses what to do with it. It is a pleasant surprise when she tells them at age six she wants to explore space and learn what is beyond the stars.   They happily embrace her and build a telescope.’

Chapter One “Saturn Rocks”

     The June morning is cold, not the cold you feel in January that chills your fingers lips and toes, but cold spring dew that mists and gently wets your face and makes you shake with a quick shiver.   The sun stretches her long fingers over the wet freshly cut grass hinting of a hot humid day to come. The trees are full of pink, yellow and white blossoms fragrant in the wind as they fall to the ground. A path of broken cobble stones leads to an old wood door carved in Victorian design with peeling blue paint. The door sits framed by two long windows of the same blue peeling paint, and the huge white two story house stands without any other embellishment. It sits an oddity on the block at 121 Bison Street in South Burlington Vermont. Nearly 200 years old it’s the only house still made of wood.

     This is where my sister chose to move after graduation when she turned 21. Myin found this house on Craig’s List. It had been posted for six months because it was a funky old house with a history no one cared about. Even Myin was not going to take it until she went upstairs.
     “Hey Elizabeth, I found IT”, she announced, by leaning over the railing shouting down to me.

     She would move in immediately.

     “It is my destiny”, Myin tells me on the ride back home; I don’t understand.

     Vermont is a wonderful place to settle down consisting mostly farming communities giving birth to such delicious foods as Ben & Gerry’s Ice cream. It borders Canada making winters here full of adventure. Champlain Lake stretches the entire length of Vermont dividing it from New York. The lake freezes in parts to allow winters favorite sport- ice fishing.   Vermont is one of those states that does things its own way which is to say it bucks the system however it can. You would think people would flock and crowd the state but it seems most people are too brain dead, so Vermont sits pretty much an empty state. Burlington is the largest town for Vermont and sits on Champlain Lake. The only side effects in having a state that bucks the trend is how easy a setting it makes for companies that need liberal laws to exist, such companies like GM and Citroen. Vermont gives these evil companies free reign to develop and grow, not by intention, only by design.

     In her new home Myin stops the alarm clock before it rings at 4:33am.   Her morning is a vision of routine. Her single white flannel blanket is gently smoothed of wrinkles, tucked on the sides and sprayed with lavender mist. She sleeps naked but will not walk on the wood floor with her naked feet.   Slippers wait at her bedside as she steps into them and makes her way to the claw foot tub. The shower head steams with pure hot water and runs down her body pulling all the blood capillaries to the surface turning her flesh pink. The ultrasonic ionizer feeds oxygen to her muscles while Essential oils and exfoliate lotions cleanse and renew her skin. From the shower she slips into a body suit made of true silk sewn on the bias and mixed with sotcia that extracts the daily poisons from her as she spends from 4:45am to 5:05am stretching and warming up for her strengthening moves. Her morning routine is capped with a cold rinse in the shower before dressing.
Her employer requires a rigid dress code for women. Black pant suit with no jewelry other than a wedding band. Myin won’t be following protocol today, her long gray skirt falls to her ankles. It’s not tight on her body but clings to her legs and sits low on her waist. A white vest made of synthetics and lined with polymer plates covers a black long sleeve t-shirt with a v neck showing her Virgin Mary pendant on a thin silver chain. Myin breaks the dress code again with more jewelry by adding a diamond stud to her belly button. The hole takes some persistence to reopen and Myin knows it will set off the metal detectors at work.   Her engagement ring sits on the bathroom counter; it will not make it to her finger today. Where she is going it’s meaningless. She sets a white plain envelope next to the ring proclaiming her love to her fiancé with a goodbye. The vanity mirror hangs over the porcelain sink by a gold wood frame and two rose shaped glass lamps curve down casting a soft yellow light.

      Women around the world pay thousands to surgically and cosmetically alter their looks. Smooth skin, full red lips, olive complexion, exotic coloring of the eyes, make-up based on plants of faraway places, all to have a look that Myin gets naturally. When these other woman look at Myin they think she is one of them, only I, her sister, know the difference. Myin peels the Papaya skin from her face showing red clay colored lips no man would ever forget kissing. Her dark eyes resemble the depths of cold waters appearing black at first but when you get close enough to smell the electrolytes in her hair you notice her eyes are truly indigo and hiding things behind them you dare not discover. Her dark blonde hair thick and straight, hangs like gold temple linen to her shoulders. She runs the carved handle hairbrush through her hair one last time before gathering her keys and sunglasses.

     Myin takes the old fashion metal key from her pocket and locks the front door. She stops to watch the neighbor’s cat run across the back yard and hop the white picket fence after some unknown object. The cat’s footsteps leave an impression upon the wet grass shooting a spectrum of prismatic light over Myin’s body. She lets her body absorb the light and takes a deep breath of cold dew air; the cat loses sight of its object and now focuses on Myin.

     Myin knows the cat sees her thoughts, “yes my furry friend I’m sorry to say these beautiful serene moments will be lost forever in a few hours”
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     Myin’s black Saturn Aura sits crouched like a sleeping dragon, steam rising from his nostrils. His headlights peel back like wide open eyes showing a side to this dragon one fears is hunting for more of his kind but truly only keeps Myin safe on his back.   It’s only her basic transportation, a simple automobile, but when Myin turns the key his belly blows fire bringing him to life and taking her on silky wings to wherever she tells him to go; this morning it will be work.

     She works for a company calling itself GenMec or GM as it is referred to by The Governing Body; the New World Government. Myin started her education in child psychology but changed direction to evolutionary biology specifically for GenMec. GM is a tenth generation bio mechanic corporation that is merged with a new drug company, Citroen and has changed its name to GMC; GenMecCit for the scientific community.   It is the merger that actually leads Myin to her ultimate destiny.

     In order to understand Myin’s interest in GMC I have to take you back a few years ago when she is only 12 and our family is on vacation in the Saturn Rocks.

      For Myin’s 12th birthday our family plans a trip to Saturn Rocks, a Place where scientists have insisted they found terrestrial life. It is the hot spot for vacationers; Myin begs for two years, this is her year.

     The red planet is just as Myin envisions. Myin can project her thoughts into three dimensional images. She finds photos; focus’s, projects, and brings to life a vision so accurate in detail that it absorbs its own energy to become real to her. Very rarely is anything a mystery to Myin. And so when she hears about the Saturn Rocks and what scientists have to say about it, she reads, studies and absorbs.

     When she steps off the landing of the transporter she has already been here. The soil pushes out from under her feet in a soft dusty plume traveling several yards before settling back down. The yellow rocky hills give way to a creamy sky of dust and sun. Holding the hands of her mother and father, they make their way to terminal ‘A’. It is settled at the base of a huge rocky mountain, carved from the surface.    Steel posts covered in layers of red dust seem to be formed of the very mountain they replace. The posts frame a glass door that one could see through in the beginning but now lays opaque with the red dust. The letter ‘A’ is only visible when one stands directly under it glowing a phosphorous yellow; the only color that penetrates the dense red dust. The ‘A’ has no meaning to Myin’s parents but to her it means ‘A’ for Adventure.    The doors open and the pressure release a pillow of clear air pushing away the dusty fog. Myin removes her dust mask and breaths in oxygen perfumed with orange and lemon. The cold cement walkway winds down into the groins of the mountain and lands them at a train lined with old torn signs advertising out of date real-estate, bonds, and military jobs on earth.

     The train takes them directly to Saturn Rocks, stopping with a metallic jolt and screeching the doors open pushing Myin and her parents onto a wood platform and an iron ticket dispenser advising them to pull the tab.