Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK THREE

Chapter 5 : Super Soldiers

Episode 27 : December 7 2019 Saturday 9th grade

Copyright © 2019-2025 Gary Brandt. All rights reserved.

Commander Beaker’s office is a fortress of files and screens, the air thick with the hum of a late May morning in 2025.

He leans forward, hands clasped, as Melanie Crenshaw sips coffee across from him. “We’ve got a lot to cover,” Beaker says.

“First, the Margaret Wilson situation is resolved.

She’s transferred to the Navy, on unpaid medical leave.

We’re covering her meals, and she retains some insurance.” “Officially,” he continues, “the girls’ claim of a rogue Air Force group is dismissed.

No such group exists, now or ever.

Their accusations are chalked up to movies or books.

The Air Force deemed them unsuitable for their program, giving us cover.” “Unofficially,” Melanie says, “they’re eyeing the girls for a Super Soldier training program.

How’d that go in the debrief?” Melanie shakes her head.

“I floated the idea, and they laughed.

Ella said, ‘No way.

Not even.

Not ever.’ All five, including Margaret, agreed.” “They don’t want to be soldiers?” Beaker asks. “It’s deeper,” Melanie says.

“Helana accessed ‘the record’ and said the program isn’t just advanced training.

It involves body modifications—cyborg-like—and chemical brain enhancements.

The chemicals boost violence while suppressing morality, creating, in her words, ‘mindless killing machines.’” “What’s this record?” Beaker asks, frowning.

“A psychic internet? Is it reliable, or is she making it up?” “She calls it the Akashic records,” Melanie says, “a chronicle of every event, thought, feeling, across all universes, stored in the mind of the One Infinite Creator—God, I assume.” Beaker groans.

“Another mind-blowing concept I can’t report.

My superiors would lock me up for accessing God’s mind.” --- ### Thoughts That Kill “How’d they react to testing mind control on animals?” Beaker asks. “Roxana nearly gagged at the idea,” Melanie says.

“Helana said our weaponizing their thought influence is misguided.

Their skill plants hypnotic suggestions in a target’s consciousness, like making those officers believe they were frozen, not physically controlling muscles.” “What about Helana controlling Margaret’s body?” Beaker asks. “Margaret was catatonic—an empty vessel,” Melanie explains.

“Easy for Helana to jump in, or any entity with that skill—demon, angel, ET.

If Margaret was awake, it’d be nearly impossible.” “Stopping a heart?” Beaker asks.

“Like that goat movie?” “Don’t trust Hollywood,” Melanie says.

“The girls say cardiac systems are autonomous, with their own ‘mind.’ That requires psychokinesis, which they haven’t mastered.” “Train them in it?” Beaker asks. “Not now,” Melanie says.

“They sensed our intent to weaponize it and shut it down.

Like weapons training, though, psychokinesis might emerge naturally during exercises.” Beaker sighs.

“Their moral compass is admirable but makes them damn hard to work with.

How’s deprogramming? Are the girls as damaged as Margaret from the mind meld?” “Surprisingly well,” Melanie says, her voice softening.

“The meld cost their sexual innocence, but sharing it across five diluted the trauma, easing treatment.

Without that, deprogramming Margaret would’ve been impossible.

They saved her life, but I cry at night for what it cost them.” “Aren’t there treatments for early sexual trauma?” Beaker asks.

“So they can have normal lives?” “Yes,” Melanie says.

“The shared experience helps.

It’s not a lone assault in a dark alley but a collective memory, diluting fear and PTSD across five personalities with varied coping tools.” “Other meld effects?” Beaker asks. “Many,” Melanie says.

“Margaret’s rapidly gaining the girls’ skills, learned over a year, in weeks.

They’re telepathing less, often knowing each other’s thoughts without words.

They finish sentences, sometimes speak in unison.

They’re becoming a collective mind.” “Unprecedented,” Beaker says. “Not quite,” Melanie says.

“Elderly couples do this after decades.

Some hypothesize humans once had collective minds, like dogs or horses.

But human sexuality—jealousy—disrupts it.” “Jealousy fuels assaults, murders, wars,” Beaker says. “Exactly,” Melanie says.

“As the girls mature, jealousy could be worse than Margaret’s trauma.

If one desires another’s lover, even fleetingly, the others will know instantly.

I don’t know how they’ll handle it.

Their collective might also push them toward lesbian relationships, avoiding men’s complications.

But lesbian dynamics are prone to jealousy, sometimes violently.” “We’ll navigate carefully,” Beaker says.

“How’d the parents take the exposure news?” “I couldn’t reveal much—top secret,” Melanie says.

“We said the girls bonded with Margaret, a recruiter, who shared graphic abuse details, overwhelming them.

Eileen initiated the meld to help, consistent with her past.

The parents bought it, accepting treatment for exposure to adult content.” “Who suggested the meld?” Beaker asks.

“Ella, the leader?” “Eileen,” Melanie says, “but the others agreed.” “Using it for intelligence?” Beaker asks.

“Jumping into memories for intel?” “No,” Melanie says firmly.

“Helana says blending is as intimate as sex.

They’d never allow it, nor would I.

It’s off-limits.” “Another tool we can’t touch,” Beaker says, frustrated.

“Protecting them gets harder every day.” --- ### It’s Only Fair The briefing room is stark, its table ringed by Ella, Helana, Eileen, Roxana, and Margaret, their unity palpable.

Commander Beaker stands, his smile strained but warm. “Good morning, girls,” he says.

“Welcome, Margaret.

I’m thrilled you’ve joined these extraordinary young women.” “I owe them my life,” Margaret says, her voice steady.

“They freed my mind after a decade of programming.

I can think for myself.” “She’s family,” Ella says.

“We love her more than you know.” “Melanie reports you’re excelling,” Beaker says.

“Weapons, politics, religion, economics, science—your marks surpass college students.

You’re phenomenal.” “We borrow thoughts,” Roxana says, beaming.

“Helana reads the record well, and we’re learning.

It’s five brains in one.” “You’re also controlling your skills,” Beaker says, “keeping your ‘weapon’ on safety.” “We’re learning mindfulness,” Eileen says.

“Acting thoughtfully, not reacting stupidly.” “We want to start workshops,” Beaker says.

“You’d teach gifted students your skills, like you taught Margaret.

We’d also include you in special operations, like Cincinnati.” “Hmm, no,” Ella says.

“Training’s fine—we’re students.

But teaching? Maybe in a few years.

Special ops? We need to talk first.” “Margaret needs clothes,” Helana says. “It’s bigger,” Eileen adds. Margaret leans forward.

“The girls visited me at the safe house.

I was sad—they sensed it.

I’m trapped in that room.

The Navy gives me a uniform, food, TV, music—great, but I’m 24.

I want to shop, buy clothes, get a driver’s license, a car, my own place.

I don’t want intelligence to be my life—just my job.

I need a paycheck.” “When you’re off medical leave, you’ll get Navy pay,” Beaker says. “Not enough,” Ella says.

“You said our skills are unmatched.

Margaret deserves top pay, like you, your agents, Melanie.” “Navy pay follows rank,” Beaker says.

“I can’t change that.” “We know things,” Roxana says.

“The military spends beyond its budget, from off-the-books sources, some shady.

You can pay more.

Margaret deserves it, especially after her abuse.” “I agree,” Beaker says, “but I don’t touch off-the-books funds.

I use official channels.” “We’ll show you how,” Ella says. “This scares me,” Beaker says.

“Billions move secretly, but I’m not part of that.

It’s risky.” “We want pay too,” Eileen says.

“Training’s free as students.

But being assets—working for you—without pay? Unfair.

My dad, a lawyer, says so.” “An allowance, maybe,” Beaker says.

“How much?” “How much do your agents make?” Ella asks. “FBI agents make about $50,000,” Beaker says. “We know you know the answer when we ask,” Eileen says.

“Your agents are special ops, six figures.

We’re as valuable, maybe more.

Six figures, mostly in trust, with an allowance.” “Six figures?” Beaker says, paling.

“I can’t.

It’s beyond my power.” “Fine,” Ella says.

“Figure something out.

Until then, we quit.” The girls file out, leaving Beaker stunned, staring at the floor. --- ### In the Driver’s Seat Melanie sits across from Beaker, his office dim as evening settles over May 29, 2025, at 12:05 PM MST.

He rubs his temples, voice low. “Melanie, save me,” he says.

“My career’s circling the drain.

Top brass only cares about results for their projects.

If the girls quit, we’re done—canceled, out to pasture.” “Don’t be dramatic,” Melanie says, laughing.

“You sound like them.

Yes, we can compel citizens for public duties—jury duty, drafts—but not these girls.

Their skills would foil anything short of abduction, which wouldn’t work.

They’re in control.” “Selfish brats,” Beaker mutters, then winces.

“Sorry, but it feels like extortion—half a million from teenagers.” “What’s your discretionary budget?” Melanie asks. “$50,000,” Beaker says.

“I’d need ten times that.

I could claim necessity, but half the brass would cancel the project.” “Use your assets,” Melanie says.

“Ella offered to show you how.

Let them read the brass—dig up leverage to secure funding.” “Blackmail?” Beaker asks, shocked. “Precisely,” Melanie says, smirking. --- Ella’s bedroom glows softly, fairy lights twinkling against the dusk.

Her diary lies open, the weight of the day spilling onto its pages.

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