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Last Gasp
John was sitting at his desk in his office in Kentucky with George who was sitting across from him. John and George were going over the quarterly sales figures. Actually, George was going over the quarterly sales figures. John was staring out the window of his office day dreaming and thinking about the past twenty years of his life.
He had moved his company and employee's to Owensboro, a medium size city on the Ohio River. It was a peaceful little community, which welcomed their business and the opportunities that such a company as John's offered them. Jenny and John had bought a small ranch just outside of the city where they could spend their final years together.
Michelle and Susan's families had also relocated to Owensboro where Susan and Michelle ran a free clinic with several other doctors, most of them from Chicago. George and Mark now worked for John's company as did so many other old friends from Chicago. On the weekends you could find the three couples at John's ranch enjoying each other's company and watching the children play with the dogs or riding the horses.
Several years had passed, since the year they spent together in what used to be Chicago. The government had tried to cause trouble for John and his company in the aftermath of that fiasco, but after a couple of conversations with the President and some of the political leader in Congress, they gave up.
Things were peaceful and pleasant. John's company kept inventing things that everyone wanted and they kept making money hand over fist. Life was good. Weekends spent with friends and family. Days spent working.
John and Jenny spent every moment they could together. And if Jenny wasn't with John you would find Susan or Michelle with him. When he was at the office George or Mark would be close by.
Jenny had enlisted their four friends to help keep her husband alive as long as possible. She knew how he died and kind of when he died. What John told her is he would die of a heart attack when he was alone. If he was somewhere with people he wouldn't die, but if he was alone he would. Even if Sally was with him, he would die.
So Jenny made sure he was never alone. Somebody was always with him. Michelle, Susan, George, Mark or herself, always someone, always a real flesh and blood person.
Eventually, John stepped down from running the company. For the past couple of years they had found more and more young people who, like John and the others, knew their futures. What they were doing was pulling the future into the here and now and making a pretty bundle.
Every new seer was made a partner in the company. They owned an equal share. It was theirs until the day that they died. Michelle, Susan and their husbands were also partners, along with those people who had stayed to help in Chicago.
The company handled hundreds of government contracts, contracts for almost every item that the company made. The only thing that John mandated was the company never to sell the government a Class I shield or an AI. They could have Class II Buster units and Class III Shield technology but nothing higher.
There was one other thing that John did that no one else had thought of doing. He used the six nuclear fusion furnaces that had decimated Chicago, to supply electricity to half the nation. From the Rocky Mountains to the Smoke Mountains, power was supplied by giant photovoltaic cells placed around the six candles.
Six giant globular structures went up three months after they left Chicago. Six structures blocking the light of the candles, which absorbed every erg, every photon, converting it to clean electric power. Power that once John's company dumped it into the power grid caused the price of a kilowatt of electricity to drop to almost nothing. Most other electric generating plants became backups to the candle plants or were freed up to generate electricity for the east and west coasts.
On any given day there were only three places that John would be found. At the office, even though he had turned the reins over to George and Mark, he still liked to keep abreast of the goings on. The second place you could find him would be the clinic that he had built on the outskirts of town. It included a surgical suite, an ambulatory care facility, along with the clinic. All procedures and visits were free. The doctors and staffs salaries, along with the supplies and instruments, were paid for by John's Company.
It was their contribution to the people of the city and state they enjoyed living in. The saying, 'you get what you pay for' was being turned around at the clinic to be 'the best things in life are free'. After three years in business, the clinic was handling cases from around the globe. There were doctor who were tops in their field clamoring to work at the clinic, for far less money than they were getting now. There was even talk of building a full facilities hospital across the street from the clinic.
The third place you would find John was home, at his ranch. Where he would be tending to the horses or playing with Susan and Michelle's children or playing with the dogs.
For those who had given their time and heart for a year, life was good. They were all working, almost all at jobs they loved. Those few who weren't still had a good clean place to live and a job they could be proud doing.
John was now sixty-two although he looked younger, much younger. The ladies in his life were quite a bit younger than he. Jenny, being the oldest, was fifty-five. Michelle was only a few months older than Susan at forty-six. George and Mark were the same ages as their wives. It was amazing to John how Michelle and Susan still loved him, even at his doddering old age. But love him they did.
There was many a time one of the three women would try to get him into their bed or his bed as the case me be. He never rebuffed them and wound up happy and satisfied each time. Jenny was no longer jealous of having to share him with the other two loves of his life and after a while encouraged the affairs.
Jenny was also surprised that two young men tried often to get her in their beds. Although she didn't trip often, the times she did she was not sorry.
About the sixth year after settling in Owensboro, Jenny was called away from home for one of the charities she was involved with. John was left to his own devices. He wasn't alone as Jenny had made arrangements with Susan and Michelle to alternate days to tag along with him as each doctor could manipulate their schedules at the clinic.
On the second day after Jenny left, John woke with Michelle lying next to him. She was propped up on her elbow watching him. He smiled raising his head and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and winked at him.
"You know what Jenny is afraid of don't you?"
"Yes. And I appreciate you and Susan and your husbands helping her with her fears."
"Is it true though? Or is it a fiction just to get me or Susan into your bed so often?"
"That's a strange question after all these years. It's not fiction. I will die alone."
"But you don't know when and where, do you?"
"I know where. I will die in a hotel room in Denver Colorado. I just don't know when."
"What happens if Susan and I decide not to be with you anymore?"
"I don't know, let's see..." John paused closing his eyes for just a second. "I will die here in bed, alone."
"Oh. Or are you just saying that?"
"Ask one of the other seers if you don't believe me. They should all know the place of my passing. One of them may even know the approximate date."
"Have you talked with any of them?"
