Prologue - The Multiversal Council

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White hot lights beamed down on the two nude unconscious bodies laying perpendicular to each other like corpses in a casket. The sound of heels on the tile floor echoed off the walls as Nova entered the room. Her attire was a copper collar/breastplate with a matching hip belt. The rest is simplicity itself — a white circle skirt made from what appears to be lightweight white cotton, matching sleeves attached to copper armbands with an elaborate metal headdress to signal her high status. 

She stood six inches away, watching her husband as he worked. He was a man of peak godlike physique, thick eyebrows and long, black hair tied together in a set of accented braids each ending in a sharp hair piece. Ancient tattoos were also adorned on his back. Her stare went to the two bodies in front of him, mind altering technology attached to their heads. She watched as her man reached to activate everything. 

“Algol,” She called out, stepping to him as her warm touch rested on his shoulder. “Are you sure about this? What will the others say? What about the Council’s rules?”

Algol sighed, looking over his shoulder with a smile at his wife. “Nova, we’re on the Multiversal Council.”

“I know that,” 

“It’s our duty.” 

Nova shook her head. “It’s too big of a risk. …And what we’re doing could jeopardize it all.”

Another breath left Algol’s lungs, turning to face her. Nova came face to face with the large scar he bore on the left side of his face. His hands palmed both sides of her face.

“Not if it works, Nova.” 

 “When the others find out this won’t look like duty to them. This is just an unsanctioned experiment that we’ll be punished for.”

“We’re giving them what they want. It’s our duty to create the perfect one while ensuring that the rest survives.”

“Are you sure?” Nova quizzed as Algol kissed her lips. 

“It will work,” He assured her, turning back to the individuals on the table, then lifted his hand to initiate the machines.

Unbeknownst to the married couple, the woman began to wake from her slumber. The white lights were so bright that she swore that two gigantic stars were floating above her. The woman then fell unconscious once more as Algol and Nova watched the man and woman disappear in an array of the colors of the rainbow. 

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On Utopia Earth…

Chapter 1 - Zara: Utopia Earth

 

I cupped and kissed my bare thirty-four Ds standing in front of my wall that was an entire mirror as Camryn snapped multiple photos. I had a honey-roasted skin tone. My long, coal black locs cascaded past my shoulders and down my back. 

I was five foot eight, two hundred forty pounds, and a size sixteen. I was a BBW and owned it. I didn’t have much stomach, but a lot of everything else. I possessed cinnamon brown eyes, lashes that went on for days, high cheekbones, succulent pink lips attached to a mouth that sucked dick like a goddess. And the cherry on top was my plump, fat ass.

I was living a life of pleasure as porn star and an Instagram model, “Ms. Melanated”. Or that’s the life most people thought I did with my fifty-five million dollar net worth and the two million followers I had on Instagram. They’d be shocked to find that that wasn’t the case at all. I lived on a planet that had developed the cure for cancer. Cancer still took months or years of chemotherapy, but you’d be cancer free in the end.

It was a worldwide, highly advanced society with sentient machines, and telepaths walking around in fulfilling relationships. Myself, on the other hand, was zero and three. I had millions of people watching me on XVideos, PornHub, OnlyFans and Brazzers. …If it was my career as sex worker that was an issue, I might have thought of ending it, but my career was never the issue. Women in my career field were actually praised embracing the fullness of my sexuality. 

Humanity just sucked and I was a fucking dumbass when it came to picking potential partners. It didn’t matter if they were men or women, my relationships were doomed before they even started. It was crazy to me how it was still hard for humanity to do right by each other. 

How my last relationship ended was the final straw, making me give up on love. His name was Jermaine Bennett. Jermaine was six one or two, athletic build, dark chocolate, with striking and unique features and perfectly aligned pearly white teeth. He was handsome, smooth, sexy . . . and had the nerve to give me AIDS. 

He was cheating, caught AIDS, and with zero fucks to give gave it to me. His rationale was that since there was a cure, we should just go get cured  and start over as far as our relationship went. Catching AIDS was hell. The three months of antibiotics to get rid of it was ten times worse.   

Did I piss off some love deity? I thought, kneeling down and pulling my locs to rest over my breasts. I didn’t know. I didn’t even really know myself. Maybe that’s another reason why.

Camryn snapped the last photo her cartridge could hold. He stood up straight from his crouching position to grab a new one from his bag in the corner of the room. While he replaced the cartridge, I closed my eyes. Mentally, I went to the farthest corner of my mind. That’s when I saw it. Six years ago, when I was lying frightened, cold, and alone in the middle of the street during a thunderstorm. 

There were no memories about who my parents were. I didn’t even know if I had siblings. I didn’t even know what city that I was born in. All I knew was my name. Zara Collins. That’s all I knew because that’s what the ID said in my wallet. 

Whatever life I had before was a mystery, but outside of the relationship woes, I actually didn’t have to complain about much. I had a beautiful five bedroom, nestled in the hills of Los Angeles. The fact that I decorated the entire house (every single room) myself made it even more special. Every room was equally practical as they were pleasing for what I was using them for. Right now, I was in my favorite room. The room I used for shoots and my OnlyFans content. 

The custom mirror wall. The cream-colored walls with positive affirmations on each. There were plants in each corner of the room with large greenhouse windows for maximum sunshine. “Moving truck!” Camryn announced.

“Moving truck?” I quizzed laughing. “Are you over there coming up with new shoot ideas? If you are then I’m all ears.”

“No, I need there’s literally a moving truck in the driveway next door.” Camryn looked back at me as I walked over to see what was going on outside. 

Hearing that I had a new neighbor, made me think of my last one. 

His name was Jonathan, who couldn’t stand living next to me. He was always complaining about me coming to the door with my robe open and nothing underneath. He was always complaining that he could hear me with my co-stars producing my OnlyFans content late at night. 

I swear that nigga was a full-on incel. He was only complaining because he wasn’t fucking anyone. And when we were Facebook friends, he’d post so much misogynistic shit that I had to block him. I could never forget that ugly ass scowl on face when he heard me on the phone talking to one of my friends who lived down the street about the foursome they enjoyed the night before while taking out the trash. I made it to the window just as the truck began to pull out of the driveway.

“Did you see the person who was moving in?” I asked. 

“No,” Camryn shook his head. “But you definitely should with how wild your ass is.” 

I gave her the finger. “Girl, I’m not that bad.”

“That’s what not Jonathan said.”

“Fuck you,” I said as my hand started shaking with how harshly I was giving her the finger.

“Whatever, so are you going to go down and see?”

“No,” I told her.

“Why?”

“Girl, they just moved in. I’ma least give them a minute before getting in their business.”

“Well, I can’t see whoever it is, but I see a male looking shadow doing push-ups outside. You can stay up here, but a girl’s got needs. I’ma go see.”

In a flash, Camryn went from right in front of me to bring halfway down the spiral staircase towards the living room. I was about to chase after her, but I looked down and saw that I was semi nude. For some reason, I didn’t want my neighbor to get a false impression on our first meeting. 

Slipping on a robe, I ran past Camryn down the stairs. When I opened my front door, I tensed up seeing the dark asphalt that was the street. It reminded me of that cold, stormy night. 

I wished I could remember everything prior up to that moment. Alas, I couldn’t. Therapy didn’t even help trying to recover whatever memories I’d lost. No matter how hard I scrubbed, it never went away; and no matter how hard I wished, my memory of everything before that night never came back.

I grabbed the overflowing trash bag in the kitchen to bring it to the curb. It was a good excuse to go outside rather than looking like a nosey bitch. The moment I opened the front door, the guy who had to be my new next-door neighbor, doing push-ups in his grassy front yard. 

Sweat poured from his body, and his muscles buckled under the hot summer sun. It didn’t help that he was so damn fine. Actually, he was better than fine, he looked absolutely . . . delicious. 

He caught me staring and stopped his movements. I just had to take a second and took him all in as he stood up: he was definitely six feet, with dark, wavy hair, and smooth, brown skin the color of a cup of hot cocoa. My new neighbor was the star of the critically acclaimed Netflix series “Keep on Reading My Mind”, about two telepaths Yasin and Quiana falling in love as he starred in it as Yasin. He was also the best-selling author of the book series, “Reality Warpers”. Even though I had an array of famous friends, I almost couldn’t believe that I was just inches away from the Academy Award winner for Best Actor in the film, “Case Studies”, Yasir Moore.  

As a black man in Hollywood, he had one of the cleanest images. His personal life was a complete mystery. The only things that anyone knew about him was information he put out about himself.

He walked up to me. Suddenly he was in my face and I discovered that he also had the sexiest, piercing brown eyes that seemed to see straight into my soul. I was still mad at what Grace Nolan did to him. They were a beloved couple in Hollywood. They seemed perfect. That was until we all found out about the hidden domestic violence in their relationship.

It was that fateful night when they were in a cab in New Jersey. Grace accused him of assault. Yasir was arrested. After losing out on various movie roles, sponsorships, and a three month trial; it turned out that Grace was abusing Yasir and that was the first time he attempted to stop her. She remembered him crying in court after the footage of him jumping out of the cab with Grace literally hitting him and chasing him down the street. 

With his name cleared, he came back during Oscar movie season. It was the time period in which Hollywood studios release or promote the films they consider most likely to be critically acclaimed, hoping to win at the Academy Awards. Starting in the film, “Case Studies” surrounded by an ensemble cast, including Brendan Fraser, Tessa Thompson, Angela Bassett, Terrence Howard, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Michelle Pfeiffer, Larenz Tate and Christian Coleman, Yasir stole the show with his performance. I watched “Case Studies” in theaters when it came out and agreed with the critics. Yasir brought real gravitas to the film. I had just watched it again a few weeks ago and was on edge every moment he was on screen. It made you forget how nice of a person he was in real life.

We need to always defend ourselves, especially in these uncertain times! I heard Yasir’s voice clear as day, speaking vehemently. 

“Excuse me?” I quizzed. 

Yasir gave me a smile. “I said hello.” He waved at him, snapping me out of whatever I thought I just heard. 

“Hello,” I took the lid off the can and put the smelly bag inside. “I loved you in Case Studies.” I said aloud as my ears heard him say: “We need—” followed by gunshots alongs the faint sounds of people screaming and I frantically began looking around.

“Are you okay?” He asked with concern. “Didn’t you just hear those gunshots?”

“Gunshots?” He looked at me confused. 

“If there were then we better get inside, but honestly I was stuck on how beautiful you are.” I immediately blushed as that was the last thing that 

I expected him to say. “Thank you.”

“I’m Yasir by the way,” He stuck his hand out. “If we’re going to be neighbors, we should know each other’s names.”

I shook his hand. “I’m Zara — Zara Collins.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Zara. Hopefully we’ll see more of each other in the future.”

“I have no doubt about that,” I said, then made a beeline back into the house.

I was moving so fast that I collided with Camryn’s nosey behind. Closing the front door, I leaned up against it. My nipples were hardening and the pussy was throbbing more relentlessly than it had ever done before. I thanked whoever made me that I was away from him. 

“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Camryn asked. “Let me guess? He’s a dick.”

Why did you just have to remind me of that long python print in his shorts? I rolled my eyes. 

“Nope, he seems pretty cool. I just knew we had a shoot to finish.” I lied to her like I wasn’t about to risk it all with a guy that I just met for reasons that had me thinking that I was losing my mind.