Civilization Aqua America

In 2048, a new country has declared its independence, calling itself Pacific Aqua Americans. Like any peoples who try to break off from traditional unions of power, causes quite a problem. Three of the leaders of this so-called nation were citizens of the United States, who knew nothing about these people building such an enormous project. Especially without their knowledge or approval. The TfSs Technology group members thus called to meet with government officials.

They refused.

The group leaders warned they were risking their freedom if they did not show up asap. They were causing an international incident as the Chinese, Russians, and the European Union are getting involved. They believe you are a secret plan developed by the United States to spread insurrection and dissatisfaction in their countries.

This summons from the President started when a Chinese spy informed the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) of strange happenings in the north Pacific Ocean. At coordinates, latitude 26 degrees North Longitude 169 West. This spy had gotten out pictures of vast free world civilization, growing slap dab in the middle of the Pacific Ocean floor. The CCP asked for a special session to be called at the United Nations to address the issue.

The American President’s office sent a summons to Odessa Zorcova, Michael Branson, and Roger Jones to appear at the white house and afterward before the California State 5^th circuit court.

The American military was thus placed on high alert. The navy sent out a nuclear submarine the (Mid-way) from Pearl Harbor and the aircraft carrier the (President), from San Diego, to be at their location in 7 days. They also sent military Jet aircraft to investigate the supposed place of declaration. Surprisingly, no aircraft flyover nor satellite imagery detected any city at the coordinates north of the Tahiti Island chain near the Southwest Pacific Basin.

After seven days of traveling at top speed, the aircraft carrier (President) arrived; they saw nothing, just as the aerial flights had reported. However, as they got closer, they went through a bend in the light spectrum in the sky that revealed a domed city never seen before floating; it seemed as if on water.

General quarters sounded as the ship prepared for battle.

Simultaneously, underneath the water, the nuclear submarine (Midway) was also closing in on this declared location as the surface ship. Sonar showed nothing at all; then, the ship’s captain could only see a blurred image from the periscope as it passed through some bend in the water. General quarters sounded as they prepared for battle.

But before I continue with the story, allow me to explain how this all came about. When writing narrativizes of a new country, please bear in mind that this involves a lot of this story being done by explaining the development, reasoning, and implementation. If you believe it is boring? Okay. But consider how important the U.S. Constitution is, and then read it, you will see my point. Also, allow me to give you a backstory to the events that led up to this newly formed nation and people.

Chapter 1 – backstories

Leader back story Michael Branson

Michael J Branson is a 20-year-old bi-racial male. His father is a black American, and his mother is Canadian French. I gathered that they met when his father was boxing for the American Olympic boxing team in Montreal in 1976. He was an alternate and sparring partner for Sugar Ray Leonard, who eventually became the world’s Welterweight champion. His mother was working for an advertising agency that was covering the games that year. They got married after a four-year courtship; Michael was born ten years later.

His parents settled in northern Chicago (where he grew up as a toddler). Not wanting him to get caught up in the street battles, Michael’s father thought it best for him to live with his mother’s grandparents, who lived in Lexington, Kentucky. It was a great life, and country atmosphere, with the occasional racial prejudice. Still, I am sure all kids get involved in some ill-treatment no matter the cultural race or gender you associate. He spent the summers with his parents and school semesters in Kentucky.

During the beginning of his senior year, Michael wanted to go live with his parents, who were fast at work in the advertising business his mother started; they were doing well overall.

He ended up going to Shults High School on North Chicago Avenue, in Chicago, Illinois. Everyone accepted him; he even went out for the basketball and football teams. He graduated with honors and lettered in both sports. After graduation, his mom got him a job with her ad agency.

Michael had a few girlfriends from time to time, but nothing serious.

He always heard stories of his father’s boxing tails and watched all Sugar-Rays boxing events on YouTube. He was a talented boxer, but most importantly, he was a gentle and kind man.

It was the year 2010 when he decided to pursue his hand at boxing. But his father told him that starting so late would not be particularly good, but it is an excellent sport to keep you in shape but downplayed if he thought he would have a chance at a career. Like all mothers, she had a meltdown, but she eventually accepted that Michael was a man now.

She said she thought several times his father was going to get killed when he was boxing.

He said, “so did I.” He laughed hardily.

She replied, “you’re not helping me stop your son Franklin.”

Michael applied to attend MIT as he always had an aptitude for science with a highly creative mind. However, he had not heard from them so far.

He spent the next year at the Chicago Boxing Academy and working at his mom’s advertising agency. Life was going well; however, he had to admit he was way too old to get good at boxing, but it did help him get into the best physical shape of his life.

In the meantime, applying to Caltech, he was accepted for the fall semester of 2013.

That was great; He immediately acknowledged and signed up for classes, scholarships, and work-study.

Back story Odessa Zorcova

Then there is Odessa, a 19-year-old white female from Las Angeles, California. She grew up in Altadena. Her father worked as a camera operator for paramount pictures. Her mother was an actress but could only get minor character parts. She was born in 1977 because her parents were having sex so often, they forgot about protection. They told me they thought about abortion but figured one was okay; lucky me, huh?

Childhood was excellent, nothing to complain about too much.

One time before her 11^th summer vacation, a gothic group formed in her neighborhood, their leader Wonda who lived down the block, was recruiting everyone to join. Instead of saying yes or no, she told her, “She would be spending her summer vacations with her grandparents who lived in Wichita, Kansas.”

She frowned but accepted her explanation.

Living with her grandparents gave Odessa a chance to see two different American cultures, one in west California and middle America.

Odessa is 5 foot 5 inches tall, a tiny build, and a nerdy Brainiac. She loves science and advanced technology, has a vast imagination. She attended the Leverton Global Academy from the 6th through 12th grades, possessing a 4.0. GPA and graduated second overall.

Odessa spoke as salutatorian at her high school commencement.

She likes hiking and rock climbing, bicycles everywhere she goes, even though she could get her a car, love the outside, and lives in it as much as possible.

She loves Star Wars and Star Trek without seeing it as a big deal, but social media does want you to choose one or the other.

She received a scholarship to attend Caltech in the fall of 2014. She planned to master the four core enabling technologies, wireless telecommunications, photonics, nanotechnology, and micro-electro-mechanical systems. This girl was brilliant and knew it, but she did not want to do what was the norm or what everyone else was doing; she was adventurous but wanted what was new out there.

Back Story Gretchen Fleur

Gretchen Fleur a Dutch female from Terneuzen, Holland, this city lies downstream from Antwerp harbor. Her grandparents, in their 90’s were foremost resistance leaders. She grew up listening to all their cat and mouse adventures with the German Gestapo as they worked to free their people. Her father works in the governments’ intelligence agency for the past 20 years, and her mother works for an import/export marketing firm. She was born in 1997 is 5 foot 6 inches tall; of course, long blonde hair she has never cut, only trimmed. She has a Nic name because of it; her dad calls her Punzel.

Gretchen was in her room one day; the ceiling fan/light just stopped working, no one was home. She went to the circuit breaker her father told her about, but nothing was wrong. Getting a short ladder, she got up to see the problem, shook the fan base, and suddenly a flash of electricity causing the sudden loss of light in her room. Knowing it must have been some sort of short, got out her dad’s toolbox and repaired it using electrical tape and a screwdriver. She went to the circuit breaker, and the light switched back on, she never mentioned the event to anyone, but her curiosity about such things began to grow.

Later that year, Advanced Lighting Technologies innovator manufacturer built a factory nearby, she applied. ALT. Inc hired Gretchen the following week; this started her off with an advanced understanding of technology.

One spring day, her father came home early from work all charged up, he did not say why he was so excited saying, “Gretchen get some sweats and a loose shirt and follow me.”

She replied, “No, Dad, I’ve got homework.”

He said, “Elise Punzel!”

Oh, My God, he used my middle, and Nic name this is serious, grudgingly she got up dressed and followed him.

A year later, she received a black belt in Taekwondo. To this day does not know why he was so concerned.

Gretchen having a creative aptitude for engineering, received a government-sponsored scholarship at a college of her choosing. She chose the California Institute of technology in 2014.

Back story Matthew McCann

Matthew McCann was born in a winery owned by his mother in New Zealand; his father passed away in a boating accident when he was five years old. He was a tough little boy trying to prove himself as the man of the family. Matt played rugby in high school, built a canoe, and then a sailing boat. New Zealand did not have much of an army, so he ended up moving to Australia, joining their special forces team at a very early age, 16.

At 18 Matthew returned home to the winery; his mother needed help due to its sales and reputation increasing. By this point in his life, he was an expert in wine tasting and management of the business.

One summer day, his best friend and high school classmate Jim Williamson wondered how long it would take to sail around the Island; after doing a quick net search, he did not find much information on the subject.

Matthew asked his mother about doing it.

Holly, Matthew’s mother, was a gracious woman who loved his father dearly, raised her son on her own after his untimely demise, could not picture herself with another man, thus remained unmarried.

Holly had a meltdown saying to her son, “Oh my God Matthew, sweety, you know your father, then stopped crying under her breath.”

“Mom. “Matthew said, “I have been in special forces; they already have trained us in deep-sea maneuvers and dangerous situations, we have to move on with our life, facing our fears. If I do this, it will free us both of what happened to dad, trust me?”

Off Matthew and Jimmy started on their quest to circle his New Zealand Islands. He was an avid ham radio operator, thus leaving a receiver with his mom. Using the sailboat he loved, they launched out. All went well until they traveled 1/3 of the journey. Friend Jimmy had brought his sonar equipment with them when he detected a mass of something headed towards the ship. As this mass grew closer, they saw it was sharks. An enormous whale shark hit the boat, almost capsizing it, however, it did damage the engine; they were dead in the water and a school of sharks.

Matthew ham radioed his mother, who was busy in the basement doing laundry; she did not hear the call.

Matthew being in special forces, knew vital things to do.

1. Don’t panic around a Shark

2. Try to maintain eye contact with a shark; it shows them you’re a protector as they are; thus, you get some semblance of respect. Like Dogs, they respect assertiveness.

3. If a shark attacks, fight back.

4. If you have a weapon, use it, eyes, gills, or underside, not the top; it’s too thick.

5 Of course, no-brainer call for help anyway you can.

While discussing this with Jim, his mother called, “Oh my God, Matthew, are you okay?”

Replying, “Yes, but the boat got hit by a school of Sharks.”

Holly said, “Describe them, what do they look like, I know a little bit about the sea creatures, studying them as a project when I was in high school.”

Jimmy jumps in taking the radio mic. Mrs. McCann, he stated excitedly, “They are between 15 to 18 meters long, the head is wide and flat with two small eyes at the front corners. The spiracles are located just behind the eyes. I see five large pairs of gills; their skin is dark grey with a white belly marked with pale grey or white spots and stripes.”

“Oh, thank God,” Holly said with a sigh of relief. “They are Whale Sharks, mouth eaters, very docile.’ ‘Be calm, don’t do anything, I’ll call and get some help.”

“Mayday, Mayday this is Zw0903, boat stranded.” “Mayday, Mayday boat stranded.”

Another Ham Operator answered the SOS.

“This is Ps762 answering your SOS what seems to be the problem?”

Holly answered, “This is Zw0903 my son is caught up in a school of mother sharks tending their young, I believe their Whale Sharks describing them, then giving their longitude/latitude location”

“Understood,” he replied, “I am not that far away I’ll tow them to shore, no problem.” “Oh, by the way I am Billy Waverly and you?”

“Holly McCann,” She replied, “And thank you, Zw0903 out.”

Billy got there an hour later towing them to the nearest boat port.

After Matthew’s sailboat was repaired three days later, they continued finishing the trip. He got home walking up to his mom, saying, “See I told you I would be Okay.”

Holly hugged her son tightly but did not say a word. A minute later he tried to disengage but she held on, He said, “Okay Mom I’ll never do that again, I promise.” She let go, still not saying a word.

Over the next year, Billy Waverly and his mother began a relationship as friends. He knew eventually it would become more but his mom needed time.

Matthew kissed his mom saying he was moving permanently to Australia, was it okay? Holly did not like it but knew her son had to live his own life.

Matthew spent a year in China on a military joint venture learning the culture and language between the Australian and Chinese governments.

Out of the military by the time he turned 20. He applied to Cal tech for a change in his life, soon after joined the TfSs team.

Back Story Roger Jones

Roger Jones’s father was a fighter pilot during the gulf war and presently flies commercial airplanes for Southwest. Roger was raised in Chesterfield, a suburb of St, Louis Missouri. Knowing a defense company board member, his father was instrumental in getting his son a job there. He was allowed to work on multiple secret government projects, Roger’s father was a brilliant man; however, according to an IQ test he made all his children take, Roger had twice his father’s intelligence.

Chesterfield was a quiet suburb of St Louis, Missouri. Roger’s mother was a homemaker as her husband preferred for her not to work. Roger had two younger sisters Mina and Brookland. Roger was five years older than Mina and 7 years older than Brookland they call Brook.

His father being in the military most of his life taught him to be disciplined at a very early age, you would think he would resent such a stringent structure, but he believed his father’s every word. Roger’s father took him to basic training sites many times, as the recruits performed training exercises. At the age of 12, Roger was as skilled as a graduating private 1^st class.

One year Roger was chosen to participate in a high school exchange between a city school and one in the suburbs. He befriended a Native American named Running Creek, his native name, but Henry for school reasons to be excepted. Roger loved to hear stories of his native tribe, while Running Creek was amazed by Rogers’ life, he often said Roger reminded him of the warrior class of his people.

One summer day while he and running creek were hanging out, he received a call from Mina, she said, “Roger help!” then the cell phone went dead.

Running Creek asked, “Where would she be at this time of the day?”

Roger replied,” Her school just let out, she would be on her way to her sisters.”

Off they went running, up in the air Running Creek noticed a shuffling of robins off in the distance he said to Roger, “I have a hunch follow me.”

Roger said, “But her school is just in front not far away?”

But he followed his new friend and knowing Native peoples have a niche about such things.

As they turned the corner of 5^th street above an old beaten-up maroon van, a nest of robins was fluttered as there was a commotion around its tree.

Roger and Henry ran as fast as they could towards the vehicle.

Just then an old chubby white man saw them and jumped in the driver’s side placed the van in gear and dashed off down the street. Mina was okay the man had grabbed her phone but not her, she was okay.

Running Creek got the van’s plate number while roger consoled, Mina.

Several kids had come up missing the past few months, so the van description and Identification were vital in the police finding this guy and putting him behind bars.

Roger and Running Creek became very good friends spent the next few years finally graduating high school in the year 2014. Roger had received a scholarship to attend the college of his choice, he chose CIT.

Running Creek went back to the reservation to help out his mom and dad in a business adventure they began.

Back Story Alisha N Knight

Alisha Knight grew up Just outside Victoria City of New South Wales, Australia. She loved the outback; She spent much of her life there as her parents had a Winnebago camper, they practically lived in most of the time. They were owner-operators of a flower shop; it was so successful they ended up franchising it. Alisha Being around flowers and plants all her life, horticulture was her dream of doing. From the age of twelve, her father sent her off to train in several martial arts defense courses due to the outback dangers as she grew up.

Alisha received an A-plus scholarship to attend CIT in the fall of 2014, enrolling in three courses with Odessa and Gretchen the three of them becoming fast friends. One weekend the three spent the night at Odessa’s house.

Odessa and Gretchen asked Alisha to tell them a story about Australia.

Alisha thought about it then said, “Like what?”

They said, “Come on something about the Australian outback where you come from.”

“Okay,” Alisha with a devious look said, “One day I took the glider I just got for my birthday to the Miners’ Pathway, it’s a trail in the outback. From there I hiked five miles, off in the distance I saw a male Tasmanian Devil.”

Just then Gretchen busted in asking, “How did you know it was a male?”

Odessa spoke up, “Quiet, let her tell the story.”

Alisha said, “Males are much bigger that’s how you know.”

She continued; I did not think he knew I was there plus the wind was blowing away from me. I backed up slowly to not get his attention. I turned around and jutted off in the opposite direction, I was a good mile away when the wind shifted making me downwind, at the same time I stepped on a twig.

The Devil heard it, then looked in my direction saw me; it took off running. Now, these things can run at 24 km/h for up to an hour nonstop.

I took off running as fast as I could go.

But the Tasmanian Devil was catching up.

I ran for half an hour, but it was relentlessly after me.

I was coming up to a large gorge as I was running. Then a thought came to me, use your glider.

Stopping then fumbled trying to open my backpack, but the zipper got stuck. So, I turned around to face this huge Male Tasmanian Devil putting my fist up and looking as fierce as possible hoping it would see me as too much of a challenge.

It came 5 feet away then stopped, then just leisurely walked away.

Odessa and Gretchen were looking worried, staring.

Odessa said.” That’s it!”

Gretchen said,” Oh gosh Alisha.”

Alisha replied, “You see I had a sweatshirt and on the back was a giant Penguin their favorite food source, when it saw I was a human it lost interest and left, Tasmania Devils do not hunt people you goofs, laughing ha ha ha.”

“You said you wanted a story, well?”

Both Gretchen and Odessa reached for pillows to bombard her.

Down in the living room Odessa’s mom heard all the noise coming from her daughters’ room, she had just came in from an audition for a play opening up at the theater. She yelled, “Odessa!” but got no answer. She got up from the couch where she had been laying down trying to get some rest, headed down the hall towards Odessa’s room.

Mom yelled, “Girls!”

Odessa’s mom then knocked on the door but got no answer. She opened the door, when all of a sudden, a huge pillow hit her square in the forehead knocking her back out the room.

Alisha had ducked from one thrown at her when Odessa’s mom opened the door.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, huh.” Odessa’s mom replied as she collected herself, suddenly disappearing.

Alisha, Gretchen, and Odessa just looked at each other.

Alisha said, “Oh my god Odessa, I am so sorry your mom almost fell if she hadn’t caught herself.

Odessa replied, “Awe she’s okay, she could use a good pillow in the head every once in a while.

Ha ha ha ha, they all cried out in laughter.

Things had calmed down as the girls lost interest in the pillow fight.

Suddenly the door flew open, there stood Odessa’s Mom and Dad with a large Woven Clothes Basket full of Water Balloons.

Dad said, “Bombs away.”

Mom said, “I get the first shot.” Firing a loaded one at Odessa hitting her square in the face, it busted, flooding her good.

Dad fired at Gretchen who ducked, the water balloon hit Alisha in the back as she fled to hide.

Mom saw Gretchen duck, laughing she threw one, but it went, wild hitting dad.

Who said, “Whose side are you on, laughing.”

Odessa said, “Mom grow up, Dad you too.”

Odessa’s mother broke in, “I want this room dried, laundry done, and apologies from the three of you!”

Odessa strongly stated, “This whole childish mess is your and Dad’s fault why should we clean up the mess you guys started?”

Dad busted in, “You’ll figure out the one who holds the weapons has the final say.” Let them have it, Rachel. Both of them bombarded them again and again. Rachel said to her husband go fill up more balloons while I hold them in the room.

Odessa and the girls finally gave in promising to clean up, dry out her room, do laundry, and apologized, saying, “Please stop.”

Later that day Odessa still fuming, however, Alisha and Gretchen said it was the best day of the summer.

Back Story Stephan McQuerrey

Stephan’s father was an engineer who helped build the Falkirk Wheel, a rotating boat lift in Scotland, and other building projects in England. Stephan had been around engineering all his life. He grew up in the highlands of Scotland, his grandfather owned one of the few gulf courses in the land handing it over to his dad upon his death. He was an only child often dreaming about sea fairing and treasure hunting as most Scottish boys did. Stephan reached 6 feet, 1 inch by the time he finished high school.

One day while he was just turning 12 sitting outside a way’s down from the local pub, a strange man dressed as if a pirate walked by, curiously he watched the man for a few hours, it got late so he hurried home for the evening.

The next day was Saturday, after breakfast he asked his parents if he could walk along the ocean? They both said, “Okay but stay out of the water.”

As he was walking along the seashore, he saw the pirate-looking man, he stooped behind a large old fallen tree. The man walked towards an old beat-up boathouse going inside.

Stephan snuck up peeping in a small window, the man was laying down nothing unusual about that. Then he observed the man pull out a binder, in it were pictures of a woman and a boy, the man began to weep and sob.

An hour later the man left heading towards town.

Stephan knew he shouldn’t go any farther, but he just had to see if the man left the door unlocked. He tried it, yes it was unlocked, he opened it gingerly walking inside. Looking around did not see anything out of a normal home of a single older man. He opened one of the man’s photo albums, seeing a woman and three boys, one looked a lot like him, crazy he thought. He closed the album looked up and there stood the man.

“Caelan?” He asked.

“No, I am Stephan.”

But from the smell, he sensed the man was a bit drunk.

“Caelan, oh my precious sweet boy, I have missed you so much, where is your mother?”

Stephan hurried out leaving the man’s boathouse running home.

The man was so drunk he was not able to follow.

Later that week he met the man in town while he and his parents were shopping, he apologized for the confusion showing his parents pictures of his passed away wife and kids.

Stephan’s father and mother said, “Boy he looks a lot like their son.”

Stephan and the man ended up being good friends, eventually letting him drive his sailboat and teaching him a lot about the sea. After a six-year friendship, the man passed away leaving Stephan his entire inheritance, sailboat, boathouse, and a bank account worth 500.000 dollars.

Stephan used this money for college, applied to Cal Tech, and was excepted, for the fall semester of 2014.

College at the California Institute of technology

The fall semester arrived, both Odessa and Michael were excited about being at the California Institute of Technology. They had two classes together: Micro-electro systems and nanotechnology causing them to form a lasting friendship.

While those classes met, the team’s core would create new underwater advanced living systems. All assembled in classes eventually during their college career.

These are the team members who will become known as the Fabianite’s of the seven seas (TfSs). They are Michael Branson, Odessa Zorcova, Alisha Knight, Matthew McCann, Roger Jones, Stephan McQuerrey, and Gretchen Fleur.

Their first semester for the team was the fall; this cut down the curious students from the dedicated ones and the overcrowded campus. The group met after school at Rachel’s house because her parents were gone most of the time. Her mother seeking acting gigs, and her father, who worked full time for Paramount, sometimes stayed for a week or two on the paramount grounds; he hated the traffic.

They began studying for exams and finals after becoming friends in class. All these young people were ambitious, competitive, and cooperative. All of them came from outstanding high schools, thus a 3.0 GPA, which meant you were just okay. No one cheated; why? To cheat suggested you were not honest. Dishonesty was a means to get you not only kicked out of school but primarily out of the group plus dismissed from their friendship.

Someone could take your place; was the group Motto, remember, no matter the intelligence or status in life.

A dishonest person is not trustable; I know people can make mistakes; no one is perfect. However, no matter the person’s intelligence, this flaw is the worst and can never be tolerated by this team/group.

Drugs, of course, are not allowed; any person involved demonstrates a lack of self-control, also could not be trusted, nor possess the ability to maintain intelligent concentration. It does not matter your rights as a human. You can do whatever you want, or a political group says it is okay, we voted it in; or your doctor ordered you a prescription. These will not be allowed by the group by unanimous decision. However, it may be addressed in a significant manner in the development of eldercare or mental illness sometime in the future.

Coffee was the only stimulant thought of as positive.

The first thing they did other than college activities was pool their collective minds together in a project. The first one chose to be selected Michael since he and Odessa were the group’s creators. He won a coin flip allowing him to go first.

Michael chose Robotics; they gathered all available information and collected 20,000 dollars from their parents to create an artificially intelligent robot about three and 1/2 feet tall. This robotic creation, equipped with retractable arms and legs, air pressure lift procedures, and the ability to learn from repetition. The team sold the schematics to G.M. for $500,000 plus royalties, and they kept the patent.

This project took the whole freshman year to complete, but it was well worth it

They all paid their parents back with 5% interest.

The next project was Odessa’s; since she loves the outdoors, she chose horticulture, because she did not want it to be like everybody else’s, she said, “Underwater horticulture.”

Everyone crowded around saying, “great Idea, Odessa, it will be a worthy challenge.”

They broke the project into three parts Aeroponics, underwater lighting systems, and Underwater Biosphere systems.

Odessa and Alisha took Underwater Biosphere gardening.

Michael, Stephan, and Roger took Underwater aeronautics.

Gretchen and Matthew took underwater lighting.

The most important part of the project was to build an underwater capsule big enough that could hold the plants and vegetables from the earth’s surface in adequate amounts to make it viable. Was this impossible no one knew but, they all got their collective minds together, giving it a shot.

They met once a week at Odessa’s house in Altadena, California, to go over advancements and project stumbling blocks.

Everything had gone well; projects were running on time and without a glitch. Sophomore year went by too soon, then what happened to the Junior year is everyone’s guess. Wow, it is a senior year already. We are about to graduate how time has flown by so fast.

Senior graduation did not go as expected.

June 6^th, 2017 came very quickly for Michael, Odessa, and the group.

As expected, everyone passed with flying colors, everyone receiving Summa Cum Laude, with Odessa scoring third-best in their class.

The Commencement ceremony was at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum that year. They walked down the aisle and across the stage, shaking the Chancellor’s hand. Everyone had so much fun and embarrassment as their families hollered out, yeah! And congratulations.

Odessa was seated on the stage as one of the graduating student’s speakers.

When it was her turn, she blurted out, “Dad, you have a big mouth.” The crowd busted out with laughter as Dad sunk in his seat, with her thinking to herself. “That will fix you.”

After the laughter had subsided, she spoke, “I proudly speak for all students at the California institute, who has worked so hard and come so far, for the parents who supported their child’s hearts ambitions.’ ‘We pledge to give you a different course of action, like nothing before we forge like our founding fathers,’ ‘To create a new world as nothing has gone before.’ ‘I, Odessa, Zorcova bring you the class of 2017. This day we will rise in infamy; to save this world from its blood, sweat, tears, and horror.”

She stopped; she was in a trance, forgetting for a moment where she was at. –Silence from the audience, as no one knew what to make of what she had just said. Then one person clapped and another, then the whole audience stood up clapping.

At 23 years old, Odessa was, of course, very bright; however, most of the time, she wore baggy clothes and sweatshirts, but for speaking at her commencement and graduation, she wore a fuchsia Tom Ford shell with a matching skirt for the ceremony. She garnished with Mateo New York earrings, Djula rings, and Christian Louboutin heels; she was stunning.

The group members stood there stunned and dumbfounded as she walked down from the podium, then afterward on the grounds outside. Stephan spoke up, “Odessa, you look great. I did not know you — then he stopped; I mean, you always are covered up.”

Saying the sentiments everyone was thinking but did not want to embarrass her.

She said, “look, you guys, it was my mom’s idea; she insisted I wear this thing. I told her years ago if she let me be my own person and not force me to be like her, I will wear anything she wanted at my college graduation. She even made me write it down and sign it.”

“She wanted me to get into acting.’ ‘I have never had a problem with my mom until now.”

They all said, “Well, you look great hugging her.”

Michael and the others congratulated her on the speech, saying. “Where did all that come from.”

She relayed, “I just looked off in the distance and said whatever came to my heart no matter what.”

“Well, it was wonderful, they all said.”

Suddenly a group of 10 Gothic-looking people appeared, one of them a female said. “Hey, Odessa.”

Odessa turned, looking, said, “hi, Wonda.”

It was the gothic group from her neighborhood back in Altadena, California. She knew them all since she was a child but was never interested in that style or group.

Wonda said, “Still too good for us, huh? But I see you have upgraded with half breeds and

Chocho’s.”

The sun was going down as dusk was settling in.

The guys moved between the girls and these punks; Alisha and Gretchen formed a half-circle with Odessa in the middle behind them.

Odessa spoke up loudly, “We are all over 21; we are adults. Can we sit down and discuss this, perhaps resolve the issue?’ ‘I am not going to fight you, Wonda.”

Wonda replied, “We are tired of you goody two shoe white girls siding up with these low-life Minorities.’ ‘Our whole Nation is caught up into it now. Well, at least one of you will get your ass kicked for it.’ ‘It is going to be you and anyone stupid enough to be around you, on top of all that.’ ‘School is over, so it’s ass-kicking time.”

They pulled out chains from underneath their long black coats, swinging them over their heads.

Four guys Michael, Matthew, Roger, and Stephan stood firm as these people grew nearer.

Michael whispered, “Do any of you guys have belts on, pull them out now.” Michael, Roger, and Stephan said, “they did,” Pulled them out. “Matthew, when I grab a chain with the belt, you come from behind me and fuck him up,” stated Michael.

One big gothic guy came up real fast, swinging wildly, Michael using his belt, blocked it, then locking the belt around it, pulling it tight. Matthew came from behind Mike and clocked him a good one sending him reeling backward. Michael followed up with a jab, then a stiff uppercut that shook him; he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Two tall, wiry guys moved up on Stephan but were not swinging their chains, and one struck out at him. He blocked it, but the other struck at his legs, sending him stumbling to the ground.

Roger flew in and smacked the guy; Matthew hit another guy with a powerful right punch. Stephan sprung up fast, smashing the first guy who fell back and hit the ground.

While all that was going on, Wonda had circled back to where the girls were.

Alisha Knight moved like a cat swinging into action; she was amazing and looked like Scarlett Johansson, the movie actress. Taking her shoes off and jumping up on Wonda, flipping her like a whip, she went crashing backward, ripping her black plastic pants.

Behind Wonda, another girl was lurking, seeing what happened to Wonda jumped in so suddenly it took Gretchen by surprise. This woman grabbed Odessa’s hair pulling her whole head backward bending down.

It was a fight or flight sudden reaction because out of nowhere, Odessa swung her right hand up hard and fast with power, hit the girl right under her chin. Causing her to flop backward, Gretchen finished her off with a dropkick that sent her crashing to the ground.

The guys at this point had taken all the chains, throwing them behind them.

Mr. Zorcova and Michael’s father, hearing all the commotion came running over with some of the ceremony’s guests.

Wonda and her crew went running off.

Michael’s Dad Franklin and Mr. Zorcova said, “What was all that about?” saying, “wasn’t that Wonda, the kid who lives down the street?”

Odessa spoke up, “It was just a little misunderstanding, dad; let’s just forget about it.”

Later that day, they all met to discuss what had just happened and that security was an issue no one thought about but needed addressing soon.

Gretchen spoke, “Since my grandparents were in the underground in WW2 when I go back home during summer break, I will ask their advice.” Great, everyone agreed to have a special meeting to discuss this subject, and everyone should bring ideas to the table.

Odessa told everyone to meet at her house one week from today.

Things returned to normal as the days went by, the TfSs team went back to their projects.

The Fabianite Meeting

Odessa’s house in her basement was very spacious at 5,000 sq ft that her parents allowed her to turn into a science/business laboratory.

Leaders Michael and Odessa of the Fabianite’s of the seven seas (TfSs) group meeting itinerary would be the 5^th of every month.

They spoke in length about the water caissons and tankers to move equipment and needed Items for the underwater city.

Odessa stood up, saying, “We are going to build organic Aeroponics, of course, but we want the traditional farming vegetables along with them. Lighting will be of utmost importance and surface pressure for the ocean floor and super floating biospheres.” We are gathering reproducing seeds of all types from all biospheres of the earth.

Of course, she went on, and we are waiting for the air surface pressure, containment, and lighting teams to finish before our work begins.

“Great work, Odessa,” he added; with that, he adjourned the meeting.

Underwater Aeronautics

Stephan took the lead in this project being his passion, building. His father was an engineer who helped build the Falkirk Wheel.

What he came up with is building plastic Caissons, pumping the sea water out of it until it sank to its place on the ocean floor.

Michael took control of the robotic mini-subs software, Hydraulics, and artificial bits of intelligence. His goal was to create an automated tug-sub, then operate them using the Mini-Bots they had already started.

He chose to work on underwater surface pressure and atmosphere for the ocean floor. The three men hired their teams and met once a day on Skype to collaborate notes, work progress, and unforeseen issues that crept up.

Roger had a great idea he wanted to go over with the Aeronautics team, his creation of Steel Plastic or what he called Steel integrated plastic. It was well able to withstand the pressure of 8 tons per sq inch at the deepest part of the Mariana Trench Ocean. Of course, we will be choosing areas on the ocean floor much flatter and less deep-seated than that, but the worst-case scenario needed to be analyzed.