Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK FIVE

Chapter 1 : A New America

Episode 44 : January 26 2021 Tuesday 10th grade10

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The January wind cut through their jackets like icy knives as the girls made their way toward the Navy office building. What should have been a routine Tuesday meeting felt different from the moment they stepped onto the sidewalk. The familiar weight of anticipation that usually accompanied their visits had been replaced by something far more unsettling—a creeping sense of dread that seemed to emanate from the building itself.

Eileen pushed through the entrance first, her confident stride faltering as she reached the doorway where Commander Beaker's office should have been. "What the hell?" The words escaped her lips before she could stop them. The spacious office had been stripped bare except for a single chair occupied by a man in a crisp navy suit, and a worn leather couch positioned against the far wall. The familiar charts, computer equipment, and personal touches that had made Beaker's office feel like a second home were gone, leaving behind sterile white walls that seemed to press in on them.

Ella's jaw tightened as she surveyed the room. "Where is Beaker?" Her voice carried the authority of someone accustomed to getting answers, but the man in the chair seemed unimpressed. Lieutenant Commander John Remmick studied them with calculating eyes before gesturing toward the couch. "Please, sit down. I'm afraid this conversation is going to be more difficult than you might expect." The girls exchanged glances but remained standing.

Remmick cleared his throat and continued, "I'm here at the direction of the White House, pursuant to recent executive orders. What I'm about to tell you will be hard to accept, but I need you to listen carefully." He paused, seeming to choose his words with deliberate care. "For the past four years, America has been under attack—not from foreign enemies, but from within. A faction commonly referred to as the Deep State has systematically captured key elements of our government, military, and industry through financial manipulation and coercion. We have a new administration now, and it truly is a new day in America. Part of our mandate is to identify and eliminate the rogue programs that have caused so much damage."

Ella's telepathic voice whispered through her companions' minds: Be careful, girls. Don't look at each other when I'm speaking like this. Just stare at this fool and pretend we're hanging on his every word.

"So you're replacing Commander Beaker?" Eileen asked aloud, settling onto the edge of the couch.

"No." Remmick's expression grew grave. "His program has been permanently eliminated. My only concern now is providing the therapeutic intervention you girls desperately need. You've been damaged in ways you don't yet understand."

Helana leaned forward, her dark eyes flashing with skepticism. "What kind of damage are you talking about?"

"The Navy possesses technology capable of implanting false memories directly into an individual's consciousness," Remmick explained. "It's designed as a weapon against enemy operatives—a way to confound and confuse hostile agents. Unfortunately, this technology was illegally used on you girls as part of a program called MiLab, short for Military Abduction." The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Roxanna's hand instinctively reached for Eileen's, a gesture of comfort they'd shared since childhood.

"Only one of you was physically abducted," Remmick continued, "but you've all been mentally violated. Most of what you believe you've experienced over the past two years—the fantastic missions, the supernatural encounters—these are what we call screen memories. Think of them as movies played directly into your brain, indistinguishable from real experiences."

"You're talking about psychic rape," Helana said, the clinical term falling from her lips like a curse.

"That's... unfortunately accurate," Remmick admitted. "These false memories were typically implanted while you slept. The human mind can't differentiate between authentic experiences and these artificial constructs. You've been used by people who can only be described as evil."

Ella stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "Where is Beaker? We're not continuing this conversation without him. Get him here, or we're leaving."

"I'm afraid that's impossible." Remmick's voice carried what might have been genuine regret. "Commander Beaker has been relieved of duty. He's no longer a naval officer. His security clearances have been revoked, and frankly, even if I wanted to contact him, I wouldn't know where to find him."

Roxanna's voice was barely above a whisper: "Is he dead? Did you kill him?"

"No, Roxanna. We didn't kill him, though what he's done to you girls..." Remmick shook his head. "Please, let us begin the therapy. We can remove these false memories and help you return to normal teenage lives."

"If the Navy has this 'evil program' for mentally raping young girls," Helana said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "why were we chosen?"

"You are indeed special—highly intelligent girls who developed an unusual telepathic connection through your close childhood relationship. That phenomenon is extraordinarily rare. You are genuinely telepathic, and you can read minds. I'd be willing to bet you're communicating telepathically right now." The girls maintained their poker faces, but inwardly, each felt a chill of recognition.

"Read my mind," Remmick challenged. "You'll see I'm telling the truth. Your telepathic abilities are real—everything else is fabrication. Without therapy to remove these screen memories, you'll become increasingly unable to distinguish reality from fantasy. You'll develop symptoms similar to schizophrenia, becoming more confused and dysfunctional until..."

"Until we're pushing shopping carts around town with all our belongings," Helana finished bitterly. "You mentioned one of us was physically abducted," she continued. "Since you keep looking at me, I assume you think it was me."

Remmick nodded slowly. "You were selected because of your remarkable physical similarity to Ella—you're essentially her body double. You were taken from your home in India. Your original memories, including your native language, were completely erased. You had to relearn speech from scratch. We've located your biological parents and can arrange for you to reconnect with your original culture, if you choose."

"So what value did our telepathy have for the Navy?" Eileen interjected.

"Like most things, it comes down to money," Remmick replied. "Your telepathic abilities are unusually powerful, and your training weaponized them. That meeting with the admirals where you helped track down billions of dollars—that memory is authentic. You were used as psychic bloodhounds to locate and acquire vast sums of money."

"That wasn't all that happened that day," Roxanna protested. "What about Patricia? What about Admiral Paul?"

Remmick's expression softened slightly, as if he genuinely regretted his next words. "I know this will be painful because you love Patricia like a sister. But there is no such person. Admiral Paul and his wife were too old to have children. All of that was fabricated to provide emotional context for your false memories."

Ella's composure finally cracked. "I call bullshit on all of this. We don't want your therapy. We have the skills to discover what's really happening here. We'll find Beaker—if he's still alive. I can't sense Patricia anywhere. Is she drugged? Dead? If you've hurt her, you'll discover exactly how dark the weaponized side of our talents can be." She stood, her voice carrying cold authority. "We don't want your therapy, and don't think you can mess with our heads. We're far better at that game than you are. Let's go, girls."

"I can't force you to stay," Remmick said, rising and extending a business card. "I understand this is shocking. It will take time to process. But without our therapy, you're likely to slowly descend into madness, trying to reconcile memories that aren't real. When you're ready for help, call me."

The walk home felt surreal—like that devastating moment when you're suddenly fired from a job you love, leaving you adrift in a world that had felt comfortable just hours before. Now nothing felt safe or familiar.

In Ella's bedroom, their unofficial command center, the girls sat in stunned silence before anyone found the courage to speak. "This reminds me of The Truman Show," Eileen finally said. "Where his entire life was fake, staged for entertainment."

"Or A Beautiful Mind," Roxanna added, "where the little girl runs through the pigeons and they don't fly because she's just a schizophrenic hallucination."

"I don't believe any of it," Ella declared. "This is a power play. A new government takes control after an election and changes everything. It's standard operating procedure. Our memories are real. But that therapy he mentioned? That's the real weapon. They want to erase our authentic memories and implant their own false ones."

"They want to perform a complete mind wipe," Eileen said. "My dad told me they use that technique in the Secret Space Program so participants can never reveal classified information."

"So what do we do?" Roxanna asked.

"Remember in A Beautiful Mind how he realizes the little girl never ages?" Ella explained. "We need to look for those kinds of inconsistencies in Remmick's story and in our own perceptions."

"A glitch in the Matrix?" Eileen suggested.

"Exactly. If what he says about screen memories is true, then maybe Remmick is the one manipulating us," Ella continued. "Everything we remember could be real, but they might start erasing things going forward. I just called my dad about our meeting with the UFO group, and he had no idea what I was talking about. When I asked Mom about finding the boy on the mountain, she sounded confused and said she didn't have time for silly nonsense. Are they erasing our parents' memories? Or are we actually losing our minds?"

"We can only trust ourselves now," Ella decided. "If they're erasing our parents' memories, we need to protect them. That technology probably isn't safe and could cause brain damage. No more questions. Act normal. Give them no reason to mess with our families' minds."

"I'm scared," Helana whispered. "Like he said, I don't know what's real anymore. Am I really just some Indian girl who was abducted because I look like you? Are my memories of being inter-dimensional just science fiction? Was night school just a dream?" She pressed her hands to her stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"We need a plan," Ella said. "My first instinct was to find Beaker, Patricia, Margaret. But that could put them at risk. They could make them disappear permanently."

"They could make us disappear too," Helana pointed out.

Ella's eyes hardened with resolve. "Yes, we have to be careful. But I think everything Remmick said was lies. I don't think this has anything to do with a new administration or the White House. First, we need to identify who 'they' really are. We need to stop worrying about getting killed and start making them afraid—very afraid. They don't understand the trouble they've started. We'll take every skill Commander Beaker taught us and use them on our own. No one will help us. They started a war, and they're going to lose."

"Remember how confused Mom was about the mountain incident?" Helana asked. "Maybe she just didn't want to think about it. And Dad made everyone in the UFO group swear secrecy oaths, so he was just following protocol by not discussing it over the phone. I hope that's all it was, not some machine wiping their memories. The logistics of that level of cleanup would be incredibly complicated and expensive. But just to be safe, let's leave our families out of this."

"I bet 'they' are those Air Force bastards who hurt our sister," Eileen said suddenly.

"Are you pulling words from my mind again?" Ella asked, irritated. "It's distracting."

"Yep. Stop using your science words like 'logistics' and I won't have to use you as a dictionary," Eileen replied with a weak smile.

"Let's do this. Let's get angry. But carefully," Roxanna said. "If they can't make our memories disappear, they can make us disappear. They'll send an assassin, then a cleanup crew to make it look like drug overdoses or accidents." She continued, "We need to be careful what we eat. Let's cook our own food and stick to bottled water. And we need to pray. If they want a fight, let's make them fight the power of God. They won't stand a chance."

"I think making them afraid is the wrong approach," Eileen cautioned. "Let's make them believe they scared us away and we're going to forget about everything. Then we can surprise them when their guard is down."

"It's getting late," Ella observed. "Let's sleep on this. Pray and dream. We need help from the Angels, guidance from night school. We have to access the Akashic records. It's time to put our tools to work. This is literally do or die, and we can't tell anyone."

"Agreed," Helana said. "Remember when you visualized clothes for me when I had nothing, and by morning they appeared? We'll manifest a reality where we win and they lose."

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