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. Never Again? 293When the institute publishes on the Internet and in hardcover that thereis a solution to war and democide, and that is democratic freedom, thenit has to be backed up with the best, most thorough research possible.Which we are now doing. If the institute s first books, authored by me, are a series of novels,who will take the subsequent publications of the institute seriously?And I can t use a pseudonym.They are always leaked. He paused.Joy regarded him. You have a solution to this, I bet.John smiled. I already emailed Cyril about the series.I included asynopsis of the books, and asked if he would publish them under hisname, all royalties to go to his research and his Web site.He emailedme back within an hour he s really excited about it.He understandsour problem and would be happy to go along.One stipulation he men-tioned: he will revise and edit to his liking.I agreed.It doesn t matterwho gets credit, if any is due.What is important is that the word getsout to the largest number of people possible that freedom is a solutionto the horrors of war and democide.Since he is now retired and hisreputation is so well established, that he s published novels won t sub-tract from his reputation at all.Joy kneaded the muscles of his neck. Maybe he ll save the Joy inyour dreams. Oh yes, one thing.I think I ll have to rename the major characters.Too easy to connect them to us.Joy looked at him, her brows furrowed. No, I don t agree, dearest.If anyone connects them to us, you or Cyril only need say that you gaveCyril the tapes of your dreams with permission to write them up asnovels, if he wished.If anything, the novels may help draw more atten-tion to the institute, our Web site, and especially the democratic peace.Anyway, since the Joy of your dreams is so much like the Joy that isme, I want the world to know, even in fiction, my joy over the wonder-ful woman who adopted me; my joy in how she brought me up; my joyin taking your class.And my joy in our love. Okay, John conceded,  but I don t know how I will stand thesheer envy of my friends and colleagues who read the novels.Why Joy quietly put her finger to her lips, then touched his mouth withit.Gently shaking her head, she left the room.John returned to the opening pages he d written of his first novel,War and Democide Never Again:Joy had a body to die for.That s why the deaths ofover 200 million people the vast majority murdered 294Rudy Rummelnever happened.Joy s body.and the roar of a 110-story building collapsing before my eyes.Just thinking about it brings back the suffocatingstench of death.God, how could I, an ordinaryPh.D.in history from Yale, have ever smelled death? Itbegan with good advice.John wrote far into the night.Finally, when his mind wouldn t workanymore, he went to bed.Joy was lying on her back, the covers pulledup to her shoulders.He slid under the covers and leaned over her andgave her a gentle kiss on the lips.She murmured something and reached out to touch him in hersleep.His restless nights had disappeared, as had his headaches and fa-tigue.He stretched out and put one hand on her naked hip.He wasasleep in seconds.A breeze caressed his cheek.Hello, my dearest.It was Joy, the Joy of his dreams, in her gray sweatshirt and whiteshorts, with her hair in a ponytail.What are you doing in my dream? I thought I was over all that.She gave him a broad smile, her eyes alight.I came to tell you howhappy you have made me.You finally married me; I am now your realwife, what I always really wanted.And now we can have children andgrow old together and merge our souls when we die.How can that be, Joy? he asked.You were a figment of my imagina-tion, an object of my desire that I satisfied through my dreams.The realJoy sleeps right beside me.That is true, my darling, but you don t understand and you cannot,fixed in your three-dimensional universe of this time as you are.The methat you see now is of another place and time, of other universes, ofthose inhabited by such good people as our dearest friends HandsReeves, Dolphy Docker, and Sal Garcia; the great humanitarians Ed-mund Morel and his secret time-traveling wife Janet; the  I seedetective Lieutenant Gary Ryan; the courageous time policewomanCaptain Jill Halverson; the  White Knight actress Kate Kaufmann;and the time policewoman Mari Demirchyan, who knew humanity wasmore important than the rules.There is also Jy-ying, the me from an-other universe.And her Little Wei and Prince Wei.You know them all,my love.These wonderful people and little dogs were in your dreams.The dream John narrowed his eyes and looked at her askance.Weremy dreams of time travel and you, of our mission, of those people, yourdoing? Never Again? 295She smiled.Maybe a little, but at their heart they were you yourfears, your hopes, your humanity, your conviction, and your love.And now you will make me live again through the Joy that sleepsbeside you.We will be with each other, banter and joke, and make loveto each other through your novels.And our mission, dearest, our mis-sion that we fought together and died for in the past and in otheruniverses, our mission to foster democracy will not die in this one.Oth-ers will pick this up, and there will be many Joys, Jy-yings, and Johnsfighting for freedom.It is the most basic human right that ultimatelycannot be denied.She came very close.Her almond eyes were shining, her lipsslightly parted to show her white teeth, and there was a glow to herface.She touched her lips and blew him a kiss.John felt a slight wet-ness on his lips, and tried to put his arm around her, but it only wentthrough her.She gave him a long, happy look.She said finally, caressing himwith her voice, I will now leave you.This is the last time I will visit youin your dreams, but you now have the me of this time and place besideyou [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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