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Genesis Ii
Genesis Ii
Genesis Ii
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Some guys have all the luck. Jimps, an ingenious, handsome, and opportunistic marine biologist, rises to the utmost success in his field, breaking a few hearts along the way. But he carries a dark secret. Will he use his brilliant mind to save the world...or will his luck catch up with him?
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 13, 2011
ISBN9781426969010
Genesis Ii
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Charles Yannette

Charles (Charlie) Yannette was born on November 21, 1908 in Bound Brook, NJ. His mother was a first generation Italian who served as a court interpreter and who would later organize and lead the first Women’s Democratic League in New Jersey. His father was a business man who owned the pool halls and bowling alleys that were a daily part of young Charlie’s life. He was the “first of 13 children”, as his mother would say, of which only two survived to a significant age. As a child, Charlie was “strong as a bear". He loved boxing and playing pool and decrying the violin lessons foisted upon him by his parents. At the age of 19 he married 17 year old Elizabeth DiMaggio who gave birth to their 3 children, Alice, Maria and Anthony. He eventually joined the Bound Brook police force for which, after many years of service, he served as Captain. He enjoyed fishing, hunting and golfing in his spare time until his retirement in Hollywood, Florida where he watched over his grown children, his 10 grandkids and 12 great grandchildren (and now countless great great grandchildren). He was truly adored by his grandchildren who had the pleasure of enjoying his boisterous company as he played with them, offered them the official “goody bag” of treats and drove them to their piano lessons. In his retirement, he “got so damn bored” that he decided to take up writing his masterpiece, Genesis II. He died at the ripe old age of 88 in Orlando, FL January 8, 1997.

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    Genesis Ii - Charles Yannette

    Contents

    FOREWORD

    PROLOGUE

    CHAPTER I

    CHAPTER II

    CHAPTER III

    CHAPTER IV

    CHAPTER V

    CHAPTER VI

    CHAPTER VII

    CHAPTER VIII

    CHAPTER IX

    CHAPTER X

    CHAPTER XI

    CHAPTER XII

    CHAPTER XIII

    CHAPTER XIV

    CHAPTER XV

    CHAPTER XVI

    CHAPTER XVII

    CHAPTER XVIII

    CHAPTER XIX

    CHAPTER XX

    CHAPTER XXI

    FOREWORD

    I only remember visiting my great-grandfather twice. Sadly, most of my knowledge about him has been secondhand. I had heard some very interesting things about him: that he was a police captain, a top marksman, a pool champion, the unlikely but much appreciated hero who took my father to all of his piano lessons, and, of course, that he liked to write. After reading and editing this epic and always surprising novel of his, I feel like I know him. Between the lines, there is a gold mine of clues about who he was.

    First of all, it is now easy to see where my grandfather got his knack for mechanics and chemistry. This was a man who was aware of the physical world around him and how it worked. It struck me that for as farfetched as the story gets at times, when it comes to how his underwater city functioned, or the exact specifications and dimensions of it’s layout, or the precise blood content of the squid-human hybrids—a.k.a. Octomen, fish men, human fish, squidtallum, uglies, and little bastards—or even the entire process of curing CANCER, he pushes himself to painstaking realism and detail. Nowadays Google makes research on these things somewhat easier to do, but I imagine him poring over books in his garage, late at night, creating this complex, scientific world one slow keystroke at a time

    Another trait of his that becomes obvious from reading this book, and another trait obviously passed on to my grandfather, is an absolute dedication to family and friends. As mischievous as his protagonist is, he constantly reiterates his love for his mother and father and his best friend Juan. It is reminiscent of the traditional family unit, unbreakable and always dependable. That’s how our family is now, the nucleus being my grandparents that hold everyone together, and I attribute part of that to his legacy.

    You may notice that every single character he introduces is accompanied by a list description of their age, height, weight, build, hair and eye color. As a read, this gets a bit redundant. I wondered why he wouldn’t have come up with a more subtle and interesting way to describe them. Then I realized that to a police officer, who was trained to catalogue and communicate those details about a person immediately upon sight, this must have seemed a perfectly natural way to identify them. Outside of this book, he did some very serious and thought-provoking writing on the subject of police work and his frustrations with the rising crime levels in Florida at the time, never to be published.

    One thing I clearly remember from my visits with him is that even in his 80’s he was still an intense and powerful guy. One could never be sure that they were safe from a hard pat on the back or being scooped up for a slightly painful bear hug. This aspect of his personality comes across clearly in his writing. His characters don’t just kiss and hug, they give each other "colossal" hugs and "earth-shattering" kisses. And more. Which brings me to my next conclusion, which I did not know about him from my visits, which is that his libido must have been absolutely out of control!

    It was interesting, to say the least, getting into the manuscript and realizing that this was not just an over-the-top science fiction story (as my grandfather had described it), but an erotic one as well. This guy must have had sex on the brain 24/7. The book is full of rounded rumps, female explosions and love-cove explorations. He even goes as far as to list many characters’ scientific sexual output (notated in ‘pitny grams’ which, after some research, I assume to be of his own invention). Aside from the inherent humor in this, it’s been fascinating to examine my great-grandfather not through the lens of his old age and familial role, but as the red-blooded Italian guy that he was. And let me stress again, he was very, very red-blooded.

    These are just a few of the things I have learned from working on Pop’s book. I undertook this project as a gift for my grandfather’s 80th birthday. The manuscript already had several notes from him trying to edit it himself, but being the head of a five-child household, as well as the president of his company, he never had the time to finish it. I hope that he, and everyone who reads it, has as much fun with it as I have. Thank you to Joshua Norman, a wonderful artist and the illustrator of this book, Jana Krumholtz, who insisted on typing the whole thing out while she watched Dexter, and to Pop Pop, Grandmom, and the rest of my family, a rock that is as dependable and supportive as the ground beneath my feet.

    Ben Yannette, Editor

    PROLOGUE

    The great ship, a pinpoint in the sky, came to a smooth stop, its 1,000-yard hull still fiery red. Large scopes protruded from her port side and enormous eyes peered into the small adjustable lens. With deft fingers, the being adjusted the scopes for a close scrutinizing of the landscape, which consisted of a calm body of water and level happyground bordered by a base of mountainous section. The breathtaking locale was so beautiful that it warranted another closer and deeper look.

    The vehicle moved in closer to the surface. From its new vantage point the being observed small, hideous creatures strewn about the happyground. Some of the unsightly creatures were running toward an opening in the mountainous slope while others pursued. Repulsed by the sight of the slaughter, the leader of the expedition, Keemons, he of the beautiful eyes and shiny skin, backed away from the scopes.

    Throw the shield, he yelled to Sarsal, second in command. Throw the shield! It is evil to gaze upon the taking of a life.

    Immediately, an invisible shield was cast down, making a barrier at the hillside opening, leaving an escape lane for the creatures being pursued. A score of the aggressive creatures crashed against the barrier, fell to the ground, got up and walked off in the opposite direction, their dull minds failing to grasp the situation.

    CHAPTER I

    JIMPS

    LOVER–—SCIENTIST

    The 21st Century’s not too Perfect Savior

    It was the first day of school and Jimps had already become the class hero, for as he walked into the room he placed a frog on the teacher’s seat. When the bespeckled old hag finally sat down, the poor animal croaked. For a moment it appeared that Mrs. Thatcher was going to join the frog in the hereafter. This would have been most satisfying to the students, especially Jimps.

    After four hours of games, lunch and a nap, Jimps and Cindy Joe arrived at their homes. Jimps decided that the rear tire on his father’s aerocar had too much air in it and that being flat would make it look better. That mission was accomplished. To ease his guilt feelings, he weeded the garden bed. During the process, he decided to bottle ten worms. After dinner, these worms would be ready for dissecting. About four cuts should do it. Bet the first section will live the longest. It always had before.

    Finally it was sleep time. Along came the ever- welcome dreams of trips to strange planets, where monsters, always under Jimps’ control, would try to slay and devour Cindy Joe. In the nick of time, the young hero would appear and save her.

    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

    All were in a holiday mood, flags waving, drums beating, fans screaming. It was a beautiful autumn day. The score was knotted, 7 to 7, and the visiting Sover High team had the football on the 21 yard line. First and 21 yards, for a score that would rob Bate City High of its first undefeated season and the undisputed state title.

    The ball was snapped to the quarterback who handed off to the left halfback who scooted to the right defensive back’s territory. Before he could cross the scrimmage line he was tackled by defensive cornerback Jimps, who kneed the ball carrier as he was trying to get up from the straw-colored turf. Jimps helped the tackled gladiator to his feet giving him a pat on the back and an ear to ear smile. Was that an intentional knee? Hell no! Not with that smiling face, the ball carrier decided.

    Second and ten. Again the ball was snapped back and once more it was shoved into the gut of the left halfback, who believed that a dash to the same flank would be unexpected. It would have been if one Mr. James Bard wasn’t around. This time it was a vicious tackle that caused the ball to squirm from the halfback’s hands and be justifiably recovered by the same Mr. Bard.

    The noise from the drums and the shouting of the hysterical 10,000 dimmed the rumble of thunder coming from the dark clouds overhead. The unusual thunder at this time of the year and the slashing rain failed to diminish the thrill of victory. It continued to pour as a somber and cold Jimps realized that two passes and a field goal would be sufficient for a victory for dear old Bate City High. Heaven and Hell combined to agree with Jimps and the hardy, half-frozen 10,000.

    That evening, an excited, tuxedoed Jimps and an equally excited Cindy Joe entered the school gymnasium for the Senior Prom and football victory celebration. Jimps, at nineteen, was quite a handsome, desirable boy; 6’ 1’’ in height, a lean body at 165 pounds, darting blue eyes and blond crewcut hair. Yes, quite a knightly figure to an adoring Cindy Joe. A honey-haired Cindy Joe, 5’6’’ tall, 110 pounds, with light blue eyes and dimpled cheeks, was a picture of glorious health, the nibbs of her slightly over-developed breasts pointing majestically skyward.

    Some ten dances into the night and Jimps was drifting on cloud 9, having consumed some six or seven shots of Gem Juice, a highly active body charger. Taking a momentary break from dancing, Jimps suggested to a sparkling Cindy Joe that a stroll about the grounds would be pleasant, to which Cindy Joe agreed.

    Sitting on a bench isolated from peering eyes, Jimps, highly primed, started some serious lovemaking. Long choking kisses and the sensitive stroking washed away any resistance that Cindy Joe may have had. A not-too-strongly fighting Cindy Joe was gently pushed down on the damp, cool grass and a wet finger commenced to spread the cushions of her hot throbbing organ. A perspiring, hard-breathing Jimps, his brain pulsating madly, climbed upon the equally blind Cindy Joe. Easing apart her legs, she enveloped his prong of joy. After much moaning and many bursts of womanhood, Cindy Joe, spent and back to normal, tried to act coy, as though the incident was all of Jimps’ doing. Jimps, not that the effects of the Gem Juice had left his system, was apologetic, even proposing marriage (that is after he finished college), knowing fully well that he was to enter the School of Biology with its ten year training program.

    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

    September 2, 2045, 6:00 A.M.

    A cool, frost-bedded morning was suffering the break of day. Having consumed a breakfast of pancakes, sausage and eggs, the mood of a sleepless night left the three members of the Bard family. It was again the beginning of a new school career for Jimps, this time at the World College. Florence, having nursed her third cup of javaline, lovingly fondled Jimps as he donned his overcoat. Motherly advice on the dangers that may arise when living alone and the remedies for such problems fluttered from her quivering lips. Jimps, arms about his mother, bent down and planted a number of kisses on her nose and forehead. Tearful eyes, a handshake and a bearlike hug preceded a pat on his father’s back. A not too steady Jimps, knowing that he was leaving his home of nineteen years, rushed from the room mumbling a, G-d bless you both.

    After two days of traveling, Jimps arrived at the World College of America. In awe, he viewed his new home and the beginnings of a new life. Silver colored domes reached hundreds of feet into the heavens. The escalating pushbutton workshops and dorms were each large enough to comfortably teach, house and feed one thousand students. These buildings, paneled with insulated, bombproof aluminum, were erected within a 25 square mile area in the confines of the Rocky Mountains. Above the entryway of each building and over many of the interior doors was engraved the Sworn Code of the Students of World College, The mind shall be free of all bodily needs. It shall be cleared for all but the task ahead, the pursuit of knowledge and truth for all mankind.

    Each building housed specific students who could be identified by the color of their uniforms: silver for the future spacemen, white with blue bands for the medical specialists, green for agriculturalists, black for the marine biologists, and on and on went the colors of tomorrow’s budding scientists.

    In the storerooms, floor upon floor of chemicals, tools and equipment were stacked on shelving a hundred feet high, all of which made one feel as though he were in a deep ravine with steps leading to the sky. The store rooms were maintained by the World Federation of Supply Depots. Jimps, completely awed, was thrilled upon seeing every imaginable piece of equipment that he

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