Dark As Daylight Ch 01

There Must Be A Mistake

Book 2

Dark as Daylight

by

Prolonged_Debut10

Note:

This is the property of Prolonged_Debut10. All information is available at Literotica.com. This story is for your reading pleasure. There will be minimal sex and it will be loving and in no way graphic or vile. This will be a scientific adventure with travels to star systems, journeys through White Holes, Worm Holes, and even Black Holes. Don't laugh, Einstein said it could be done, and I am not about to disagree with him. Heck, I'm only doing on paper anyhow, who could I hurt?"

Chapter 1

1.

On the first day,

God created havoc.

"Would You Two Shut The Fuck Up and Press The Button!"

"Grandpa, you said that bad word again."

"I'm sorry Teddy, but it's better than killing your parents Teddy."

"They being bad?"

"What do you think? Would you put their noses in the corner?"

"No, I put them in bedroom, close door. They be happy."

"Yes, but we don't have the time for that now. We have to leave. Tell them to push the button, or I will."

"Can I use bad word?"

"Only if you want a spanking."

"Not fair.

Mommy, daddy, push button."

Gray reached for the button," but pulled his hand back quickly to catch the right cross that was coming his way.

"Push the button, we will talk about this later."

"

We sure will Gray, we sure will

."

"Mommy, push the button, or I put nose in corner."

"Hold on baby, here we go."

Did we ever go! The Good Luck 1 jumped out of her hovering mode, faster than a thoroughbred jumps out of the starting gate. Our seats reclined, straps tightened, and our computers moved up to eye level so we could follow along with what Calle was doing for us. At this moment, she was in complete control of our ship. She was monitoring everything from the tiniest detail, to the most major one, our internal atmosphere.

Externally, she would follow our preprogrammed flight instructions, although we had given her a great deal of latitude depending on the weather, and changing atmospheric conditions along our route of flight. However, for the most part, we expected her to follow the path of 138°, until we enter space.

From our guest's point of view, the saw the spacecraft hovering in plain sight, at 500 feet, then it vanished. There was a loud gasp as it happened. The only way they were able to see the spacecraft was on the giant view-screens showing live pictures of us via a computer controlled telescopic cameras.

The spacecraft increased speed, and gained altitude faster than any rocket, any country ever produced. The numbers at the bottom of the view-screens were clicking upward so fast many observers believed they were fake.

Richard and Holden were jumping up and down yelling, "Go daddy go."

Rod put a calming hand on each of their shoulders.

"Guys, your father has been a pain in my ass, since he was five years old. There is only one thing he has never learned to do, and that was to fail. Everyone told him he was crazy, because of the things he said were possible, and they told him it was impossible. He has proved them wrong every time. This is just another example of him proving everyone else was wrong again. I am going to miss him terribly."

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The people at NASA, and government officials responsible for the space program may have feigned disinterest in our program, but there wasn't a seat to be had in the auditoriums with their own long-distance cameras, at Houston, and at Kennedy, which were trained on the area the Good Luck 1 would traverse. No less than nine satellites were trained on the area also. Some were so secret, the government never acknowledged they existed. Each of them had a major flaw. It took one minute or more for them to be tasked to follow a target. None were designed to follow fast moving orbital targets. They were always looking downward to see what an enemy was doing.

NASA never believed that our spacecraft could move as fast as they were told by Air Traffic Control that the Good Luck 1 could move, and they were caught flat footed. They had no explanation for it.

When Calle ran into a pressure gradient, she increased our spacecraft's rate of climb, and speed. The Good Luck was out of range of all Earthly telescopes earlier than anticipated.

With over 1 billion people watching it happen live on television, questions were bound to come up about NASA's One Trillion Dollar machine that was still seven to ten years from its first flight. Heads were going to roll, and as Congress always does, they were going to form committees to find out why this happened. Unfortunately, no congressional heads were going to meet the headman's axe.

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There was no communication between the spacecraft, and the ground controllers, during the first 30 seconds of the flight. Dycke Schneider was worried that the new antennas he fabricated for the spacecraft might have crystallized, due to the rapid acceleration, and heat buildup on the exterior of the spacecraft. Then he thought I wasn't communicating with the ground, because I wanted to piss him off one last time. I hadn't thought about it myself, but it was a wonderful idea.

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I felt myself getting lighter, and I called for status report.

Gray advised me we would have 1G in less than 1 minute.

Delicious said, "We were 43 miles downrange, altitude 140,370 feet, airspeed 122,600 miles per hour, and her engines are running 7% hotter than estimated. They will start cooling off any time now."

She continued, "We must have had one heck of a headwind for Calle to adjust our climb rate so drastically."

"I agree, we have already passed Earth's atmospheric envelope, and are already above all artificial satellites."

I changed the setting on my communicator, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to space. We are above Earth's satellites and heading towards the Moon. We should be there in less than nine minutes. Gray will let you know when you can leave your seats."

"Gray, extend the Mickey Mouse ears, and begin transmitting on all frequencies."

"Mickey Mouse ears are extending, and transmitting has begun."

"I think it's about time we let the people at home know where okay. Give them a call please."

"Roger that's Sir."

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"Good Luck base, this is Good Luck 1, estimating passing the moon in eight minutes and 45 seconds, speed 124,100 mph and increasing, all systems nominal."

"Gray, you cock sucking sonofabitch, where have you been. Everyone's been up my ass, since you disappeared."

"Mark, the FCC is going to have a field day with you if you don't watch your language."

"Fuck my language, you scared me half to death by not checking in, when you were supposed to. Is everyone all right?"

"Hold on, let me ask Teddy."

"Teddy have you enjoyed our trip so far?"

"Yes, mommy go berry fast. Must change panties, they wet."

Jennifer laughed. "Me too Teddy, I change panties. They wet."

Teddy giggled.

Gray keyed his microphone and told Mark that Teddy loved everything that happened so far. Jennifer was going to take her to her room to change her clothes so she could play. (It was a little twist on the truth)

"You can put this on your speakers Mark, because it will be a first for us and for all mankind."

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, on the Good Luck 1, and people all over the world. For the first time in history, human beings have been able to achieve artificial gravity of 1G, the same as that of earth. We can unstrap ourselves from our seats. We are free to walk around this spaceship. This is our new home. Welcome to the future of space travel. If you look at your viewing screens, the moon is now on our port quarter 70,000 miles away. Don't blink, or you will miss it. We will be passing it at a distance of 13,200 miles and proceeding on to Mars, which we will reach in 57 minutes and 12 seconds, because our engines are producing more speed than we had anticipated.

At this time, Delicious Thyme is extending the Ion/H2 engines, and engaging the Forward Drive Magnetic Engines to begin pulling us towards Mars. The Rear Drive Magnetic Engines are doing the majority of the work; pushing us away from Earth, and then the moon. However, with the addition of the Ion/H2 engines, and the forward drive engines, we will achieve 1/4 Light Speed, or 146,500 feet per second, before we pass Mars.

Doctor Luck is two steps ahead of us as usual. He believes even though Dark Matter and/or Dark Energy may not have mass, as we understand it, it may contain a gravitational field, or its equivalent that holds our universe together. If it does, we will break one of Einstein's basic principles, which says you cannot go faster than the Speed of Light. We will send you a postcard, when we find out. We have now passed abeam the moon, at 11 minutes and 17 seconds, since hovering, and we are on our way to Mars. Our estimated time of arrival is 57 minutes and 10 seconds. Goodbye for now Mark."

"Wait a minute you sonofabitch, the press wants to ask you questions."

"I've told them everything they need to know for now, I'm going to the bathroom."

"When you come back here, I'm going to beat you to a pulp Gray."

"Well, you have a problem, because I'm not coming back. Signing off, this is Doctor Grayson Thyme on the Good Luck 1. Remember to listen for the message on our rocket, which we will fire towards the Earth as we pass abeam the planet Mars. You can go to sleep now Mark; our next transmission will be in 50 minutes."

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William senior, looked at his namesake. "Son this is what you have to look forward to all your life. You don't find men/women like that sitting in trees. They are not the scientific weirdos of the world, and they are not the yes-men. They are the dreamers, as I was, and I already know you are. What I want you to do as you grow into maturity is watch Richard and Holden as they grow into young men, and into phenomenal scientists. Neither one of them will attend school. They already know more than any teacher, or professor can teach them.

Joe Oyster will have a calming effect on them, because they are more rambunctious then their father was. At least Even went to MIT, and was grounded by his schoolwork. These two came out of the womb with more knowledge than should be legal. Thank goodness Newton didn't stay with them. I have no idea what the three of them would have come up with.

"I never had the pleasure of meeting Newton. Was he as good as the other two boys?"

"Doctor Grayson and Delicious Luck Thyme are his parents. Does that answer your question?"

"Quite vividly dad, quite vividly."

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Gwen said, "I don't want to be a party pooper, but my aunt just passed the moon, and she is being fed health food. Jemma and I are poor Earthlings, and we are hungry. Is there any possibility of us being fed too?"

Junior asked, "Do you have your own money?"

"I most certainly do, that's not my problem. My aunt has the car keys, and I have no way of getting them back."

"Don't you have AAA?"

"I just got off the phone with them. It will take them 3 to 4 hours to get here. Some asshole successfully launched a spaceship at 5 PM, and there have been more accidents with people trying to get out of here than they can handle. They apologize for the delay, but there is nothing they can do about it."

"Call a local garage, and have them come and get you."

"You really don't want to get laid after we get married do you? All your mother and I want to do is be fed. I didn't ask you to take me home, and after this exhibition of your attitude, you can be guaranteed I won't."

"Great work son, keep this up, and your mother and I will have grandchildren by the time Iran becomes a Jewish state."

"I guess your son didn't tell you, but we could always adopt."

"Do you feel your side of the bed getting cold son? It could turn frigid by the time you put a ring on her finger."

"I'm going to the hospital by myself tomorrow, Mister Zabo."

"You are not; I'm going with you."

"If you're not going to feed me, why should I let you take me to the hospital?"

"Son, lose gracefully. It's much easier than continuing an argument you will never win. I'm going to find your mother, and ask her what she would like for dinner. Do you have any preferences Gwen?"

"Mom will tell you where we are going."

"Do you see what I mean son? The women have it all arranged, because they knew they would win. It wasn't even a matter of time to them. It was just a test to see how obstinate you were going to be. They now have your measure, and you have lost for a lifetime."

"Oh God!"

Gwen smiled. "God had nothing to do with it dad, his mother did."

"Oh no, I'm dead."

Gwen kissed him on his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Yes you are dear."

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While everyone else was walking around the ship, Adam lay strapped to his chair. Every time he struggled the straps seemed to tighten. He lay there with a menacing look on his face, waiting for help.

"Did you have a rough day dear?"

Adam looked at the sunshine-like smile on his wife's face, but he felt the knife digging, and twisting deeper into his spine. However, another part of him was traitorous. It was growing rigid, between the strap and the thigh the strap was attempting to cut the circulation off completely. If it didn't stop growing, the strap would cut his pride in half, which would definitely not please him, and probably not her in the long run.

"Did I have a rough day? I don't even have to think about it. We arrived at the hangar, and we get another surprise added to our list of tragedies. There may or may not be a bomb on board the spacecraft. We are divided into three groups. Doctor Luck anoints me as a group of one, because at this moment I am the only one that knows the bowels of the ship completely. Ordinarily, it should take a week to thoroughly search the entire area, but we are due to take off at 5 PM. I decided to look only at the areas that could cause a catastrophic failure. After two hours, lucky me finds the bomb attached to the top of the pressure module. In order not to give Colonel Daniels an incomplete picture of what he was up against, I crawled on my back, until I was underneath the bomb to see if it's booby-trapped. As I made my way underneath it, it falls, and I catch it with both hands. I dare not move, because I believed it was controlled by a mercury switch, and if it tilts too much to any side, it will blow up. So I wait for help.

I lie in the same position for over an hour. Then I hear my beloved yell, "I found him. The asshole is holding the bomb. She continues to say wonderful things to me like, "You were told not to touch anything."

Did you really think I would forget an order that explicit? Not even one of your, 'I'm going to break your fucking neck' comments would come close to telling me not to touch a bomb. Then my darling wife asks me if she should call me 'a hero?' No I'm not a hero I was a person doing my job, and like I told her so many times before, I was never going to let her down. I was also not going to let Doctor Luck, and all the wonderful people who put the spaceship together down, because some assholes don't want us to succeed. Well that's too fucking bad for them, because we are going to succeed if I have anything to do with it. I keep as still as I can, even though I vehemently want to smack her gorgeous ass, to put her back in line. Then I remember, she can beat the shit out of me anytime she wants. I hold my tongue waiting for cooler heads to arrive.

I hear the voice of Colonel Daniels, and he moves you out of the way. Amazingly, a man is able to force you to do something you don't do for any man. I must ascertain his secret, because the only other man you listen to is George.

The Colonel tells me to hand him the bomb, but I can't move my arms.

I am slowly pulled out of the pressure module, feet first, and I am as stiff as a board.

Colonel Daniels reaches in, and pulls the bomb from my hands. I am about to scream at him, when he shakes it. I take my last breath, say a quick prayer for my wife and myself knowing we are all dead. Then the Colonel tells us the bomb is pressure activated. It is designed to go off as we pass a certain altitude. It will put a small crack in the exterior shell of the spacecraft, and as we go higher the crack will get progressively larger, and at some point, the ship would explode. He tells us this was an inside job, and only someone with knowledge of the inside workings of the plumbing system would know exactly where to put it.

He noticed I had not moved my arms from their upright position. He told you to start massaging my arms to get the blood flow moving, and to release the tendons that were locked in that position. George and Gordon stayed to help you, but you tell them to get lost. You began slowly massaging my arms, especially the left one, which was in severe pain. I was also getting a lecture from you, every second you worked on me. I tried to tune you out, but you noticed my eyes cloud over, and you would cause me more pain than my arms were in, just to bring me back to listen to you. My left arm finally started to relax, and you placed it against my chest.

Ever so softly, you started to work on my right arm, and you tried to remove it from my body. All those years of training with George had not gone to waste. My screaming and yelling did not bother you one iota. I knew the feeling was coming back to my hand, because the pain was becoming intolerable.

I said, "I give up Laura, please stop. I can't take any more pain."

"Do you have any feeling in your arm?"

"If my arm was totally numb at this point, I would say yes. If you were to touch it again, I would die."

"Tell me the truth Adam, I promise I will not hurt you again."

"I don't know if I have feeling in my hand. Lean forward so I can touch your flight suit, and I'll let you know for certain."

Apparently, you didn't see the little devil in my eyes, because of the pain I was in. You leaned forward, and as I raised my right hand slowly, grunting in pain, ostensibly to feel the fabric. I got close enough to your breast, and grabbed your nipple. I squeezed as tightly as my hand would allow me, and twisted it, until you screamed.

"You pervert that hurt."

"Oh really, and what you've done to my arms has been child's play?"

"I was just trying to make you better."

"I was just trying to see if it worked."

"You have a one track mind husband."

"You are absolutely correct wife. Get me out of the straps so I can take care of your virginity the appropriate way. One of the straps is attempting to cut off a part of me that I have become very attached to since I hit puberty. If you don't hurry up, it may be of little, or no use to you, or me for the rest of our marriage."

"What a terrible thing that would be. I've been a virgin for 24 years, I think I may be able to remain a virgin for the rest of my life."

"Honey, you are so naïve. We took pictures of that little piece of flesh. I could take it with my teeth, my fingers, or my tongue. I could take it artificially, using a banana, or any other tubular device. I would rather take it the loving way, and make our first baby together. When is your period due?"

"We are only married a few hours, and you are asking very personal questions."

"I just want to find out if we are going to make a baby tonight, or if it will be next month?"

"My cycle ends in 13 days."

"Please get me out of the straps, you are ovulating now."

"Are you in that much of a hurry?"