Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK FIVE

Chapter 4 : Remmick

Episode 47 : January 29 2021 Thursday 10th grade10

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

The fluorescent lights of Lincoln High`s main hallway buzzed overhead as Eileen, Helena, and Roxanna walked between classes, their footsteps echoing against the polished linoleum.

The normalcy of the moment shattered when two uniformed officers appeared at the far end of the corridor. "Eileen Morrison, Helena Vasquez, Roxanna Chen," called the taller officer, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

"You need to come with us.

Now." The three girls exchanged glances, their telepathic bond humming with shared anxiety.

Students pressed against lockers and doorways, phones already out, recording everything.

The whispered words "perp walk" followed them like a shadow as they were escorted toward the principal`s office. The office felt smaller than usual, crowded with the weight of adult authority.

Eileen`s mother sat rigidly in one of the chairs, her usually warm face a mask of worry and determination.

Detective Sarah Morrison had seen enough in her fifteen-year career to know when her own family was in serious trouble. "Sit down, girls," she said, her voice steady but strained. Two additional officers flanked the doorway, their presence making escape impossible.

Principal Matthews had retreated behind his desk, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding in his domain. "What`s going on?" Helena asked, though her voice betrayed that she already suspected the answer. "Where is Ella?" Detective Morrison`s question cut straight to the point.

"She called in sick, but she`s nowhere to be found.

Our evidence shows that you girls—especially Ella—have been involved in some very serious crimes." She leaned forward, her detective instincts warring with her maternal concern.

"I`m sorry, but if you don`t tell us where Ella is, we`re going to have to arrest you.

So where is she?" "How would we know where she is?" Eileen replied, her tone carefully neutral. "Don`t play games with me, Eileen." Her mother`s facade cracked slightly.

"I may be slow, but I`m not stupid.

I know you and Ella are telepathic.

So where the hell is she?" The words hung in the air like a live wire.

Eileen felt her blood turn cold.

How could her mother possibly know about their abilities? "Telepathic? What are you talking about, Mom?" Eileen fought to keep her voice steady.

"And even if we were telepathic, she could block it if she doesn`t want to be found." Detective Morrison`s eyes sharpened.

"She could block it? How do you know that? You seem to know a lot about telepathy for someone who claims it doesn`t exist.

Stop lying to me." "Are you arresting me, Mom?" Eileen`s voice hardened.

"Then get me a lawyer—and not Dad.

I`m not saying anything else." The detective turned to the other girls.

"Helena? Roxanna? Are you going to lawyer up too?" "I`m sorry," Roxanna whispered, her usual confidence nowhere to be found.

"We can`t say anything." Detective Morrison stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor.

"This is serious, girls.

You withdrew large amounts of money from your trust accounts—I don`t know how, since your trustees don`t remember authorizing it.

You crossed state lines into New York with all that cash and went to a town with significant Navy activity." She began pacing, her frustration mounting.

"I tried to contact Navy Commander Beaker—he`s missing.

His office is vacant.

I tried to contact Melanie, your therapist—her office is vacant too.

I tried to contact Janet, and she pretends not to even know who you are." Her voice cracked.

"This is serious, girls.

You either tell me what`s going on, or you`re going to sit in jail until you do.

Do you understand that?" Tears began to flow down the detective`s cheeks, the professional mask finally slipping completely. "I`m sorry, Mom," Eileen said softly.

"I guess we`ll sit in jail then." The handcuffs felt cold against their wrists as they were led through the school`s main entrance.

Students lined the windows, phones pressed against the glass, capturing every moment of their humiliation.

Someone shouted "Perp walk!" and laughter followed. Miles away, Ella felt the mental touch of her friends` distress like a physical blow. Oh my God, Mom really arrested you? I heard everything.

I guess I`m on my own now. Yeah, Eileen`s mental voice was tight with worry.

Did you notice that she isn`t wiped? She remembers everything. Maybe they actually added stuff to her brain instead, Roxanna suggested.

I don`t think she suddenly decided we were telepathic on her own. How are you doing, Helena? Ella asked, sensing her friend`s unusual silence. I`m fine, Ella.

Life just keeps getting more interesting by the minute. Okay.

I`ll see what I can get from this idiot Remmick, and I`ll see what I can do to get you out.

I hope they don`t put you in with the serious criminals—I don`t want you to hurt them and make matters worse. THE SCIF Dr.

Remmick sat in the windowless hotel room, his psychiatrist`s training warring with his growing panic.

The space felt wrong somehow—too quiet, too isolated from the world outside. "How long are you going to hold me here?" he asked when Ella entered.

"I`m going crazy in this place." "You`ll be here as long as it takes," Ella replied, settling into the chair across from him.

"That`s up to you.

We need to figure out who sent you, how you found out so much about us.

So let`s start.

Who sent you?" Remmick ran his hands through his hair, desperation creeping into his voice.

"I wish I knew.

I was headed to work, and then suddenly it was dark and I was at the airport.

As a psychiatrist, I knew I`d had some sort of episode, so I used self-hypnosis to recover the memory.

At first, I thought I`d been abducted by aliens." He looked up at her, confusion evident in his eyes.

"The conversation we had—it didn`t come from my mind.

I didn`t know who you were or anything about you.

Something was controlling me." "Damn," Ella muttered.

"They were just using you like a robot.

Are they controlling you now?" "They`re trying," Remmick said, pressing his palms against his temples.

"It`s like having something living inside you, pushing and prodding.

I used hypnosis to block it, but it`s exhausting.

It keeps trying and trying, wearing me down.

But it stopped when we got to this room." "Okay, that`s starting to make sense." Ella gestured to the walls around them.

"This room is a SCIF—a Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility.

It`s designed to block sound, microwaves, radio waves, anything electromagnetic.

So you`re probably being controlled by some sort of electromagnetic field." Remmick`s face went pale.

"Jesus Christ.

I know what it is.

It`s AI—artificial intelligence.

I knew this was coming, but I didn`t think it would be so soon." He stood and began pacing.

"Think about it.

To erase memories in the people you know, and the people they know, and implant false narratives that cover all the bases—that`s trillions of parameters to manage simultaneously." "It would take a team of dozens working for months to manage all that.

And then to track it in real-time and adapt to evolving situations? That`s even more complex.

Humans can`t do that kind of processing.

But AI can do it all in seconds." "So it`s physical then," Ella mused.

"This room is essentially a Faraday cage that blocks the frequencies they use to interface with your brain.

I was afraid it might be something spiritual, telepathic.

A Faraday cage can`t block telepathy—which is why I can still talk to my friends." "So we`re dealing with some massive computer system somewhere," Remmick said.

"Maybe we can find it and shut it down." "That won`t be easy, especially if it`s in orbit," Ella replied.

"A computer system that sophisticated probably isn`t human technology.

It`s likely cloaked or hidden." Remmick stared at her.

"What is this, an episode of Star Trek? Alien technology? Cloaked ships? Are you serious?" "I`m just theorizing, but it`s the most probable explanation.

Don`t you believe in extraterrestrial intelligence?" "I didn`t—not until today anyway." He moved toward the door, then stopped abruptly, confusion crossing his face.

"But I think that computer is still controlling me somehow.

When I try to leave this room, my legs stop working.

I can`t get to the door." "Oh, that`s me," Ella said casually.

"I can place suggestions in your mind too, and I made you believe your legs wouldn`t work.

As long as you believe it, they won`t." Remmick sank back into his chair.

"Now I`m as afraid of you as I am of the AI." "Let`s get to work," Ella said, ignoring his fear.

"I don`t think we need to destroy the computer—they probably have backups anyway.

We need to identify which humans are using it and deal with them.

Think carefully.

They chose you for a reason, probably because they know you somehow.

It could be colleagues, people from organizations you`ve joined, your church.

There has to be some connection between you and whoever controls the AI." Remmick closed his eyes, thinking.

"There`s my boss`s boss—the Admiral.

He`s always involved with this joint task force: Navy, Air Force, Army, even National Guard.

It`s always the same group of people, like some kind of private club." "Do you know their names?" "Admiral John Stanton," Remmick said slowly.

"I`m not sure about the others, but I think one is named Surratt, and another is Benjamin." "Okay.

I want you to visualize them as clearly as possible.

Imagine you`re looking at their photographs or identification cards." Remmick concentrated, and Ella reached out with her mind, capturing the images from his memory. Did you get that, girls? Yeah, we got it, came Eileen`s response.

We`ll start researching them and see what we can find. "I think we`re done here," Ella said aloud.

"Let`s get you out and back home." The moment they stepped outside the hotel, Remmick collapsed to his knees, clutching his head as if it were splitting apart. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" he screamed, his voice raw with agony. Before Ella could react, he bolted toward the street, running with the desperate speed of a man fleeing for his life.

He didn`t stop at the curb, didn`t look for traffic.

He ran directly into the path of an eighteen-wheeler truck. The impact was sickeningly final.

Remmick`s body flew through the air like a broken doll before hitting the asphalt and rolling to a stop in a twisted heap. Ella stood frozen for a moment, her mind automatically broadcasting the horrific scene to her friends before she could stop herself.

Then she turned and disappeared into the nearby woods, fighting the bile rising in her throat.

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Incarcerated

Four teenage girls are arrested for kidnapping a Navy psychologist and stealing half a million dollars, but their parents discover that everyone's memories have been altered by a rogue military faction using psychological warfare technology. Federal agents reveal the girls were actually undercover operatives whose mission was to rescue their missing commander, and the psychologist they allegedly kidnapped was killed by his own handlers to prevent him from exposing the conspiracy.

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When Roxanna is awakened by mysterious interdimensional beings called `Visitors` who implant coordinates directly into her mind, she and her sisters Ella, Eileen, and Helena embark on a mission that leads them to stash gold bars in a Civil War-era cave and travel to New York. There they discover that Commander Beaker and therapist Melanie—key figures from their previous supernatural operations—have had their memories completely wiped, forcing the girls to kidnap the only remaining witness, Agent Remmick, to help uncover the conspiracy behind the mind-wipe coverup.

FIRST Chapter 0 Sleep Over

Thirteen-year-old Ella and her best friends Eileen and Roxana encounter an interdimensional being named Helana during a sleepover, who appears as different benevolent figures to each girl and reveals glimpses of their legendary futures. When Helana tries to leave after accidentally revealing herself and disrupting their timelines, Ella cleverly traps the entity by claiming authority over her domain, forcing Helana to stay as their `genie in a bottle` despite her pleas to return home.