Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love by Jay Belle Isle Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jay Belle Isle
prevalent in the 1980s.
In fact, his parents were flower children who never really left the
1960s. He never regretted it, even though it occasionally resulted
in flak from schoolmates.
His free-and-easy attitudes fit perfectly in
the 2-4, at least on Earth. Puritanical values had ceased being de
riguer shortly after the majority of humanity abandoned religion.
Some people found this change utterly unbearable and founded the
first lunar colony, un-ironically called Genesis. Edgar visited
once, wanting the experience of actually seeing the Moon; not
surprisingly, he found the social mores stifling, cutting his
two-week trip short by a week.
Other colonies had been started since
Genesis, some thriving while others went extinct. Edgar visited
each of the current fourteen human colonies once they'd become
established civilizations. He learned early on that he had no love
for the rugged wilderness stage of interplanetary colonies. The
colonies' cultures varied, though the general flavor of each
reflected the freedom found on humanity's home planet. Home was
home, though and Edgar always chose to return to Earth. Now, with
Highland House coming into view, his thoughts of home were far more
specific, mainly a shower and a hot breakfast.
CHAPTER 5
Freshly-scrubbed
from a quick shower, Edgar carried a heavy-laden plate of food to
the living room. Breakfast today consisted of a huge, six egg
omelet filled with cheddar, onions & peppers, two rectangular
hash browns and twelve slices of crispy bacon with a tall glass of
orange juice. He left the two blueberry muffins in the kitchen;
saving them, and the cold milk, for dessert. Settling on the sofa,
tray in his lap, he dove into breakfast. The enormous meal was gone
in twenty-five minutes and Edgar returned to the sofa with the warm
muffins, slathered with rich butter, in one hand and a frosty glass
of milk in the other.
Whatever made me the way I am, I'm damn
grateful I don't have to spend eternity counting calories. Being
immortal isn't so bad, really, once you find a coping mechanism for
watching everyone else grow old and die. Harsh, true, but reality
is reality. Hobbies are good, too; without interests, even a mortal
life would be boring. It makes you cut out things - and people -
that just aren't worth your time. When all you have is time,
there's no fucking point in suffering. Hell, everyone could benefit
from that outlook, in my opinion.
Of course, some things never change and some
form of bullshit always pops up, like this ridiculous legal action,
but you still don't have to let it run or ruin your life. Speaking
of, I should be hearing from Evans pretty soon. I'd feel sorry for
the bitch if she wasn't trying to fleece me; I think Evans gets his
rocks off on taking people down. I sure as hell haven't figured out
what floats his boat. He's not a bad looking guy, either; I
wouldn't kick him out of bed. Then again, I make it a policy to not
dip my pen in the company ink and it'd be a helluva lot harder to
replace him as a barrister than it would be as a bedmate. Which
reminds me, I need to call Maddi. But first, these muffins need my
attention.
A short time later, that attention given,
Edgar stretched out on the sofa pondering which call to make. "Eat
the crust first," his mom always told him, meaning "get the less
enjoyable task out of the way so you can enjoy the sweet." However,
experience told him that if there was news to be had on the legal
action, Evans would already have called. Decision made, he
instructed the HC to replay Maddox' message, listening for any
nuance that would give away the young man's intentions. Nothing
jumped out at him, so his next step was to tell the HC to call
Maddox. As the computer placed the call, Edgar chuckled, thinking
again of his mom's wisdom. Certainly, Maddi was a sweet piece of
pie, one that Edgar would love to eat someday soon.
The sweetness in question wasn't available
and Edgar left him a message. "Hi Maddox, it's Edgar. Thanks
In fact, his parents were flower children who never really left the
1960s. He never regretted it, even though it occasionally resulted
in flak from schoolmates.
His free-and-easy attitudes fit perfectly in
the 2-4, at least on Earth. Puritanical values had ceased being de
riguer shortly after the majority of humanity abandoned religion.
Some people found this change utterly unbearable and founded the
first lunar colony, un-ironically called Genesis. Edgar visited
once, wanting the experience of actually seeing the Moon; not
surprisingly, he found the social mores stifling, cutting his
two-week trip short by a week.
Other colonies had been started since
Genesis, some thriving while others went extinct. Edgar visited
each of the current fourteen human colonies once they'd become
established civilizations. He learned early on that he had no love
for the rugged wilderness stage of interplanetary colonies. The
colonies' cultures varied, though the general flavor of each
reflected the freedom found on humanity's home planet. Home was
home, though and Edgar always chose to return to Earth. Now, with
Highland House coming into view, his thoughts of home were far more
specific, mainly a shower and a hot breakfast.
CHAPTER 5
Freshly-scrubbed
from a quick shower, Edgar carried a heavy-laden plate of food to
the living room. Breakfast today consisted of a huge, six egg
omelet filled with cheddar, onions & peppers, two rectangular
hash browns and twelve slices of crispy bacon with a tall glass of
orange juice. He left the two blueberry muffins in the kitchen;
saving them, and the cold milk, for dessert. Settling on the sofa,
tray in his lap, he dove into breakfast. The enormous meal was gone
in twenty-five minutes and Edgar returned to the sofa with the warm
muffins, slathered with rich butter, in one hand and a frosty glass
of milk in the other.
Whatever made me the way I am, I'm damn
grateful I don't have to spend eternity counting calories. Being
immortal isn't so bad, really, once you find a coping mechanism for
watching everyone else grow old and die. Harsh, true, but reality
is reality. Hobbies are good, too; without interests, even a mortal
life would be boring. It makes you cut out things - and people -
that just aren't worth your time. When all you have is time,
there's no fucking point in suffering. Hell, everyone could benefit
from that outlook, in my opinion.
Of course, some things never change and some
form of bullshit always pops up, like this ridiculous legal action,
but you still don't have to let it run or ruin your life. Speaking
of, I should be hearing from Evans pretty soon. I'd feel sorry for
the bitch if she wasn't trying to fleece me; I think Evans gets his
rocks off on taking people down. I sure as hell haven't figured out
what floats his boat. He's not a bad looking guy, either; I
wouldn't kick him out of bed. Then again, I make it a policy to not
dip my pen in the company ink and it'd be a helluva lot harder to
replace him as a barrister than it would be as a bedmate. Which
reminds me, I need to call Maddi. But first, these muffins need my
attention.
A short time later, that attention given,
Edgar stretched out on the sofa pondering which call to make. "Eat
the crust first," his mom always told him, meaning "get the less
enjoyable task out of the way so you can enjoy the sweet." However,
experience told him that if there was news to be had on the legal
action, Evans would already have called. Decision made, he
instructed the HC to replay Maddox' message, listening for any
nuance that would give away the young man's intentions. Nothing
jumped out at him, so his next step was to tell the HC to call
Maddox. As the computer placed the call, Edgar chuckled, thinking
again of his mom's wisdom. Certainly, Maddi was a sweet piece of
pie, one that Edgar would love to eat someday soon.
The sweetness in question wasn't available
and Edgar left him a message. "Hi Maddox, it's Edgar. Thanks
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