him, she was ripped off on a drug deal. Unbeknownst to her husband and offspring, she belongs to a Jamaican gang known as the “Jamaican Me Crazy” posse. With small, perky breasts, she started as a small level dealer of pot and became popular with male members because of her looseness and lack of morals. Nicknamed “Lil’ Tramposo,” she rose fast in the organization to become a Lieutenant. Involvement in money laundering, hit squads, identity theft, robbery, and the gamut of organized crime, it is a life she keeps well hidden from relatives. As ruthless and violent as the Mexican Cartel or Chechen Mafia, this mob is notorious for torturing any rival they capture. Merciless as wild animals, they give no quarter to those who cross them.
The person who absconded with the dope was the brother of the guy who stabbed Victor. On a cold moonless night, shy over a month after being snookered, Alvita confronted the thief and shot him. A bandana covered her face. Mistaken for his momma, Victor once more suffered the consequences of her actions. She never came forward to reveal it was she who pulled the trigger. The police never found the brother who stabbed Victor. An association with a rival gang led to him being killed a year and a half later.
Victor shows a habit which many find a turnoff. He will interject his baseless opinions, usually negative and unsubstantiated by fact, in conversation, not attune to the reality of the topic at hand or the emotions of the other person.
One female in particular, Felicia, captures his attention and heart. She wears a tattoo Victor finds a turn on. Petite and shy with light-colored wavy brown hair, the lass perks Victor, and they foresee matrimony in their future. Deep brown eyes melt his heart like a flame melts chocolate. Reticent yet provocative, her intellectual stimuli are refreshing. She presents a mystery few decipher. Victor swears she’s heaven-sent. Sad for the fact her diagnoses of mental deficiencies and malaise’ reads like John Gotti’s rap sheet. They border on all ten of the recognized personality disorders. With a body etched in abundant tattoos and piercings; she presents the appearance of a psychedelic art gallery. Victor’s intuition reveals she’s been pulling the wool over his eyes from day one. He feels an attachment but concludes it best to step away from the relationship. One who craves love and attention will not find it from those whose needs and sufferings exceed their own.
Victor decides he has a personality disorder. He changes his Facebook name and begins striking out at those who try to help him. For all his meditative techniques, philosophizing, and craving to find himself, he remains a lost soul.
As do countless people, Victor has an identity issue with his sexual outlook. There is no question he is straight in his orientation. However, he decides he’s “demisexual.” Andrei was not sure he fully understood the concept. Healthline describes it as, “…a sexual orientation where people only experience sexual attraction to those they have close emotional connections with.” It confused Andrei that a generation of people who are so adamant about being accepted as one and not singled out or put into groups, come up with different tags to identify themselves. Mind-boggling to him, as it separates them further. He was close to severing the friendship with Victor twice, but there was something special about him. With all his faults and rants, Andrei held on. As the saying goes, “He ain’t heavy. He’s my brother.”
A surprise to all who know him, Victor is asked to come to the local police station for questioning. He has no clue what it is about. Curious, and certain he’s committed no offense, he meets with detectives. Earlier that night, a shooting took place in the parking lot of a mall. The victim was a 16-year-old male. All leads exhausted; investigators are now picking at straws. They interrogate Victor. Shocked they consider him even a remote suspect, he has to admit several coincidences and factors which point the finger at him. At the conclusion, one investigator advises Victor he’s free to leave and states, “I don’t believe you’re capable of killing anyone. One last question before you go. Do you have any leads or suspects for us?”
Flabbergasted, he says, “No.”
As he leaves the station, Victor decides he needs a stiff drink. His search in the aisles of his local liquor store frustrates him. He’s hunting for Sexton scotch. He notices the girl at the checkout is attractive, and always the flirt, decides to kill two birds with one stone. As he saunters to the counter, he reckons he’ll womanize and find out where the special whiskey is.
“Excuse me, Ma’am. You seem to know this store like the back of your hand. I’m looking for Sex…”
The girl reaches across and slaps him upside the head.
Chapter Five
On November 04, 2019, an asteroid streaked past planet earth. Named 2020 BX11, and discovered by Luisa F. Zambrano-Mari, it does not warrant attention or concern. It is harmless, and in scattered news reports, pointed out thousands fly by every year. Yet, in actuality, it is a spacecraft from the planet Centaur, equipped like hundreds before to disperse Centaur Offense Viral Infectious Disease-19 into the earth’s atmosphere.
The Centaurs did not invent the virus. It was discovered by the first of their visitors to earth. The disease propagates from HEFTY seeds comprising hate, envy, fear, turmoil, and yearning. It is the epitome of man and has existed all along. It just needed refinement to become more effective.
In August 2020, Victor Dark receives the Nobel Peace Prize. On February 04, 2021, he becomes the first person in history to have a “Hero of United Earth” medal awarded. Rather plain and unassuming, it is cast in a hurry. The medallion is pure gold and platinum.
By unanimous vote in the United Nations, the next to last one ever cast, bronze statues spring up in his likeness in the capital of every nation, and a sum of one-million dollars is given to him. This may seem a paltry amount when you consider he saved the planet, but the coffers are low the world over. In a historic moment, peace throughout the world becomes reality, and conflict outlawed throughout the new United Earth. The U.N. ceases to exist. In his honor, they confer the title “First Citizen.” At the ceremony, every leader of the world’s nations is present, including Dr. Benjamin Carson, the current President of the United States.
Trump and Vice-President Pence lose the 2020 election because of perceived incompetence over COVID-19. They were not the only ones voted out of office, as most senators, representatives, and state governors lost re-election. Dr. Carson, the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development under Trump, wins the presidency by a historic landslide.
His running mate is Stephanie Murphy, of Vietnamese descent, and a state representative from Florida. Both she and Dr. Carson changed their political party affiliations prior to the election, she a democrat, he a republican, and joined the new-formed United People’s Party. They became the party’s first nominees. The UPP led to the dismantling of the democratic and republican parties.
It is after this momentous election victory Dr. Carson determines how Victor eliminated COVID-19 by playing a game. Victor seldom uses his conscious intellect — it is his sub-conscious which unlocked the genetic code. As a virus causes a cognizant mind, the absence of thought creates an infiltration. Meditation in its highest form enabled Victor to achieve complete relaxation and awareness—eradicating all hate, envy, fear, turmoil, and yearning (all things negative), which makes all viruses and feeds them. Remove these and you’ve removed the cell’s capacity to exist. In the case of the COVID strain and the game, the key to attaining a perfect score (this is how Victor chooses the name of his future daughter) is solving the ultimate hidden code. If done, it puts in motion a process that releases Apple Luteovirus 1. This disease only affects apple trees and their seeds. It is harmless to all other life-forms. There is
