Punky Fu

Upon return from the past, the scientists looked agog at each other, jaws dropping from this last journey. They had been seen before, but never perceived, much less communicated with. This subject had sensed them… almost knew them. And unlike all others who caught a glimpse, she didn’t scream or otherwise lose her mind. She had simply let go and stayed focused on what she knew to be real: her life.

The scientists had quickly exited the time stream before the subject had a chance to do more, lest they alter history with strange time paradox. But in the moments before they left, they felt an odd regret. They tried to remember her every feature - the delicate bow of her lips; her small, constantly cold hands; her arched eyebrows; the beautiful curve of her cheekbones; the lines of her body as she lay beneath the comforter.

And that was the essence of this experience: this woman could bring comfort. This woman could experience the love, the joy, the trust, the vulnerability - all the things that they had forgotten how to feel. And in her presence, they felt it too - strange beginnings of new feelings stirring in their chests. It was almost as if merely being in her presence was healing them. Without question, it was the two lovers together that created this energy… a complete fullness of counterparts, a wholeness of yin and yang. These were the two they would have to re-visit again and again, until the scientists, and the rest of the human race, could get it right.

The thought of sharing a triumphant kiss crossed their minds briefly… but flitted away teasingly. It would return in time.