Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2015 11:53:31 -0400
From: David Mathenge <romantykeas@gmail.com>
Subject: Unknowledge Of A Modus Operandi 5

Unknowledge Of A Modus Operandi
Epilogue

This is the fifth and final part of this saga. Written in it actually are
tellings of how the characters fared after the death of Orounla, seen from
another point of view than Mordecai. This saga I, Romantyke alias Alexandre
Savoie, hereby claim to be my own and thus bring closure.

January 4th 2321

Dear Diary,

Today is day of mourning. My ancestor, Mordecai, finally died at the age of
three hundred. He was known as the only one in humankind history to be a
branded human. As I told you before, he was a man. But he had the ability
of carrying children if he had oral sex with another man possessing the
same blood group from his. He had been subject to several studies and the
newest ones had concluded that only one with purest African descent could
give him children.

Mordecai carried his twelve first children from his first love,
Orounla. Several decades later, Orounla died of natural causes. Loretta,
who once has been Mordecai's fiancee, went back to him, so to pay her
respects. She was very old as well. Of course, she married and had a good
life. She also had five beautiful girls. Her husband was dead a few years
back then. She stayed in Mordecai's life. As a friend. And especially a tea
partner. For Mordecai missed having tea with her, like in the olden days
from after the war.

Mordecai also had loads of help from his children, and grandchildren. He
missed Orounla cruelly. In 2015, however, he sold his beautiful mansion,
and moved away to Canada, where he bought a simple small cottage. Loretta
was with him. Together, they tended their gorgeous garden in summers, and
made snowmans and snowomans in winters. Loretta got ill in 2019 and
succumbed to death in 2023. Mordecai also saw his firstborn, Junior, die,
almost at the same time.

Mordecai went for a soul-searching journey all around the world. He was
then about a hundred years old, and still looked twenty. In 2030, he went
back to Canada, and married an italian duke named Oliveiro. Several times,
they tried for babies, to no avail. New medicinal tests began. Ten other of
Mordecai's son died during the treatments.

Discoveries made doctors shake their head and look at Mordecai with
sadness. No... his italian duke would never give him children. His blood
was the same, but he was from Latino descent. The man needed to be pure
African blue blood.

Mordecai still loved his husband. They did not separate and lived
together. With time, the first signs of his old age were beginning to
show. As he hit the hundred and forty, age lines and a few white lines
appeared. His remaining son died at a very old age. Oliveiro followed in
2099.

Mordecai married another man in 2100. The same year of the national
crisis. War was pending between the US and the Phalanx Nations. The man
Mordecai married was a pure blood African. His name was Lamino. Soon
enough, children followed.

The pending war got cancelled when aliens were spotted. Communications
began to occur between us and them. For a time it went very positively. The
aliens began to come towards Earth for a peacecoming.

But in 2150, the leaders from before were replaced with new ones. And these
new leaders refused any communications with aliens. They wanted
domination. That was when messages went abroad to elderly people. In these
messages were written oaths. Very secret ones. Post disaster cities were
built underground in several places around the globe. Mordecai and his
husband were assigned to take refuge down on the one under the city of Palm
Springs.

Mordecai had to think a lot. He loved the sun and the sky. He loved the
grasslands, the birds, the wind. Living underground meant something
completely different. But him and his husband both complied. No farewell to
their children. They had to live in secret.

Buses were sent. They crossed the border south, and went west. Then began
the long descent down a long staircase. Then they stumbled upon a
underground river's end. People with motorboats would take them against the
current to the refuge city, where they would live in safety. They could not
leave until time is ripe to go back to the surface.

Mordecai never died. But all the original inhabitants of the city
did. Mordecai was the appointed mayor of the city. His husband died very
soon after moving down. Mordecai never married again.

The city was bustling more and more with the descendants of the
arrivers. They knew what was going on on the world above. Yes. People from
countries were sending soldiers to other countries to fight for a God they
never knew or even saw. They fought for a God that some of their enemies
actually preached for as well. As if God would choose a side just like
that, just for a war. The bombs fell. The nature's bounty rotted and
died. News came into the city regularly. But after a time they stopped.

I am born in the end of that city's time. My name is Laura Wing. I used to
be Mordecai's helper at the end of his mandate. It was in 2275 that news
finally came. They were ordering us to come back up. So we all took boats
and followed the stream back to the staircase, and saw the sun, breathed
the wind's perfume, saw trees, flowers, and the beautiful blue sky. The
world was cured from the war.

Mordecai led his people to a town that once was called Los Angeles. It used
to be a grand city, but now only a settlement with huts, and several
ruins. Further west we could see the ocean.

We were greeted and expected. They gave us rooves, food on our plates, and
work to do. I remained on Mordecai's side. The last thing he said to me,
about two days ago, was that I am his descendant. In a way. I actually
descend from Loretta's offsprings. That is why I am not a Black girl.

Mordecai is dead. The reason he lived this long was thanks to his different
metabolism. He could live up to three times a man's life. He left me
mayorship of the new town. He also left me his belongings. Old pictures.
And very old writtings. I will read and ponder these.

I hope someday our civilisation will become wholly cured from the scourges
of war.

Good to you,

Laura.

THE END

August 1st 2015
Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts, Quebec, Canada.