John had to hide out, the new abilities that he was experiencing were a little too much for everyday people. After Mitch had left, going god only knew where, John had waited a few days before he tried to contact him.
"Mitch? You there?" John thought, "I'm having a little problem here."
Sighing when he got no reply John thought the nanomites had information. {To all my replication nanomites, these abilities that I now possess, what is the extent of them and how does one control them?}
{Control at the present time we have no new information to relay,} they replied.
Fuck! that was no help at all! John was glad that he had gotten more remote controllers. He had tried weights tied to his waist, arms, legs nothing seemed to help except tying a rope to his self and that didn't help very much at all. Trying to do work on the farm was impossible when one was a few feet of the ground.
A week after Mitch had left, John felt the first stirrings of a voice far away. The voice sounded like Mitch's but he wasn't too sure. Sighing he wished that Mitch had given him more than cryptic instructions, on how to control his new (lol) old body. John had a neighbor come by yesterday and he had almost gotten caught floating off the ground. Shit! that had been close! Had he not been near the house, he didn't think he'd have gotten down as fast as he had.
After fifteen days he began to hear the voice again, this time he knew it was Mitch but it was still far away. {Mitch if you can hear me I am having extreme problems here, I need your help!}
All he heard was {problems- coming- need your- be- soon.}Then the voice was gone. Sighing John tried to get back to work, somehow with the help of the nanomites, he was able to keep the farm going well. He had a little control of the machines, that had helped a lot but he still needed to make visual inspections of the farm.
Another five days later, while John was sitting tied to a chair on the front porch, {ohn I am almost back there to you, please don't be afraid.}A few moments later Mitch appeared next to him.
"God, I am glad you're back!" John exclaimed, "I'm about to go out of my mind"
"What's wrong, were the gifts too much?" Said a puzzled Mitch
"Not that they were too much, it's just that I can't control many of them." John replied hoping that Mitch could help him.
"Ah, I see I apologize John, in my haste to reach home, I forgot that you didn't know yet." Mitch looked at John feeling for him, as he waved his hand over John suddenly John felt normal and was sitting without help.
John was a little puzzled, he remembered that Mitch had said that they wouldn't see each other again. "Mitch," John started, I thought I wouldn't see you again. Why are you back? You said your home planet was still there."
Mitch sighed he really didn't want to impose upon John again, "I reached home world and it was as I expected it to be." He paused to get the words out right. "We are in need of you again."
"Again? You aren't dying are you?" John was scared for Mitch
"No, again it's nothing like that. When I got there a unit was close to failing," sighing Mitch went on. "It was my ... I think you would call her a wife or mate. She is one of the three sexes, as you would say that were on my planet."
John was nodding when it hit him, "you need help with her? How can I be of help?" John eagerly asked
"Yes, I need help but not like you think. This body that I grew from yours and my genetic material is superior. The problem is," Mitch paused to think of the right term. "This body is still young and wont produce any genetic material for many years. Even with the accelerated growth, it won't be ready in time."
"You know I don't mind helping you and your people," John said, not too sure of where Mitch was going with all this.
"I have a request of you John. She as you would call 'her' can't have a body grown from this one. Turning her unit off would give a few more years to the others. This would allow the maturing of the two bodies. Then they could be used to procure others for the restoration of my race."
Sighing John Was starting to get another headache, like the first time him and Mitch met. "so ... you need me again to make another baby? Like you?" John asked assuming that's why Mitch was back.
"My race yes, but definitely not like me." Mitch replied as the cylinder at his throat glowed.
{Maybe I should explain,} came a voice that flowed through his mind, a voice that made him feel warm and safe. { am} there was a pause, { I will let you name me as you did Mitch. I am Helemathitalitic.}