Chapter 10

A week later, the newspapers wrote about the brutal extermination of one of the gangs of New York, who were terrorizing the city. All the bodies were mutilated, and some even had some body parts missing altogether. At the same time, Jacob left the city somewhere in Europe. It seems that he really decided to start life from scratch.

Sarah was not herself this week, and when she saw the news from the newspaper, she began to look at me strangely. But otherwise, our communication has not undergone significant changes. Only with my sister I began to constantly whisper about something. I could, of course, eavesdrop on their conversations, but ... although what am I talking about, after all, I did so by placing a sound transmitting device in their room. Sarah spent the night in Vicki's room, where they also moved the crib for the baby.

So, what I heard made me reconsider my view of the world. The conversation itself sounded like this:

- Vic, I do not know what to do, — the blonde said in a doomed voice, — I like him, and I do not know how to tell him about it.

At that moment, I thought that Rogers had a love interest. It became somehow unpleasant from this and I wanted to leave so as not to listen, but my gut whispered to me to listen to the end.

- Sarah, calm down, you're strong, you can do it — - the sister said in a soothing tone.

— How? I already have a son — "the hysteria was slipping into her voice," Why does he need someone like me?

And? What is the problem with this? Well, there is a child, well, that's fine. I still have a long time to wait for children, because before I reach the fifth limit, it will take another seventy years, maybe even more. I think I would not pay attention to such an insignificant element. In the end, the child was almost two years old.

- Believe me, he will not care about it, because I personally know his character, - the brown-haired woman insisted on her, - Listen, we have known each other for almost two years. You're my friend, almost my sister.

At this point, a worm of doubt settled in my thoughts. Who are they talking about? And my sister is also personally acquainted with this person. Is this jealousy? My chest tightened a little and I began to listen further.

- Really? - Sarah asked hopefully.

- Really — - it was clear from the voice that the sister was smiling — - And I can also say with confidence that there is a real monster hiding under his clothes, hee-hee.

So. This is not funny at all! Did your sister see this guy naked? Did she sleep with him? Just as I was about to rush in to them, I heard the very thing that made me enter into a stupor:

— How do you know what's under your brother's clothes?" the blonde asked in surprise.

Um ... it's them that… Did they talk about me, or what? On the one hand, I felt a huge relief, and on the other… Why does my sister support Sarah in confessing to me? No, it flatters me, it flatters me very much, but this is very unlike Vika, whom I know, because she usually, on the contrary, throws herself at every girl that at least slightly encroaches on her territory, that is, me.

- Well, this is... - the brown-haired woman drawled — - Sec-ret, hee-hee — - she giggled at the end.

- Hey! - her interlocutor was indignant, - Well, she quickly said, how do you know this! - it was heard how two girls fell on the bed.

— No, no, when you become my brother's girlfriend, then I'll tell you! Get it! — and now I heard the sound of something hitting, but it was something soft.

— Did you throw a pillow at me?" - there was a hint of amusement in the voice, - This is war! I'm returning it! - again the sound of something hitting someone.

So, it looks like they have a pillow fight going on there right now and they're not going to talk about anything serious anymore, so I'll go. I've had enough shocks for today. We need to talk to Vika about all this sometime, but now we need to do it… Well, I don't want to spoil their fun atmosphere.

The next day, the girls decided to go shopping, so they couldn't talk. Well, there is no hurry — there will still be time, but in the meantime I want to do something important. I have a project to study a mutational gene, which I abandoned due to a lack of technology and the technology itself. But recently, Joseph Moeller published an article describing that it is possible to cause artificial mutations.

I was interested in this, because not all people have the mutant gene. I was convinced of this when I took blood samples from more than a thousand people. Two of them turned out to be mutants with their gene active, ten had such a gene, but for some reason it was as if in hibernation. So it turned out that two tenths of a percent were mutants, one percent are people with a gene, but they are not mutants, and all the rest are ordinary people.

In Meller's article, it was written that an artificial mutation can be caused by radiation. I agree with this, but there is one clarification — those who already have a dormant mutation gene can become mutants. The rest may even die from this. It is a pity that there is no more advanced scanner or at least an approximate drawing of its collection. Then I would be able to study the principle of operation of this gene, or even create it myself or copy it, well, or in extreme cases pass it on to someone else.

Oh, how still there is not enough Internet and a computer. Well, considering that the technology that should have appeared in my previous world only in the eighties has already appeared in the world, then... the first computers should appear in ten years, and in twenty — their improved versions. And I also remember that in the future, somewhere in the forties, someone was almost able to create a flying machine running on gravitational accelerators.

Working in my laboratory, I did not notice how time flew by and evening came. The girls had already returned with their purchases and began to prepare dinner, putting the baby to bed, as they went with him. But Sarah is still surprised that most of the things that no one else has are in my kitchen. For example, a normal refrigerator. Yes, many people have it either small and eats a lot of energy, or it does not exist at all. By the way, everything in my house is furnished with the latest technology. Well, if you count this time and this year.

I think we will soon start mass-producing such ordinary, but very necessary household items. Just patent it first, otherwise there will be some smart guys who will want to enrich themselves at someone else's expense. Okay, these are plans for the future. Now my company is not so big to put such things on stream. Here in five years it will already be possible.

- Jimmy, dinner is ready, get out of your den and let's go eat! my sister's voice came to me from above. My lab was in the basement.

- Okay, I'm on my way! I replied and headed upstairs.