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Chapter 6 Notes From The Past Changing The Future

This was the second time he had woken up in this very spot. The first time was activation. He remembered Belleza standing there in her prime, her essence flowing and radiating in front of he future love. He remembered the passionate kiss they had shared in that very room. He remembered the tongue that she had placed in his mouth as they locked lips. The way they had moved had left an everlasting impression in his mind. He knew that they were meant to be from that moment on. He knew that it was sudden, but he had gotten swept up in the moment.

He looked around the ruins to see the places where their love had taken to new heights. He walked to where the old cafeteria was remembering the dozens of food fights that had occurred. Mainly because he never missed a target, he wanted to throw food in the first place always starting the fights. He loved to start them just so he could throw food at Belleza so she would play with him in the cafeteria.

He had remembered that Jumba never really did like him even though he was one of Jumba's experiments. Before he was dehydrated with Belleza, Jumba had always treated him like a contagious disease or a parasitic plague rather than one of his creations. Jumba had seen Trigger as nothing more than a bug that needed to be swatted away on site.

He had also remembered the way that Sparky had treated him or 221 as he was known at the time. Sparky had always seemed to be jealous of him, whenever he had been around Belleza. Sparky had always taunted him and pushed him around, almost like an older brother would, and that's the way Trigger saw him as an older brother, always being there for him when he was needed, but never failed to remind Trigger of his sonority of him. Trigger knew that Belleza had once liked Sparky, but she never would let Sparky kiss her; unlike him who see kissed at very first sight! Sparky had been jealous of Trigger for Belleza's love for him, and Trigger had known it.

Trigger rummaged through papers and notes of any documentation of the experiments, so Hamsterviel couldn't get his greedy gerbil hands on them. He found the notes on 451, 626, 324,and 221, but he found no notes on him at all! After more searching he found the notes on his beloved Belleza. He looked closely at it; the notes gave him everything he could have ever wanted to know about her. It told him her programming, chemical structure, and even her anatomy! He folded up the note sheet and held on to it, like if nothing mattered more on this or any planet that that note sheet was forever close to his heart.

He looked deeper into a pit of papers some of them were burnt some of them were not. He found notes on many more experiments, but he had found nothing that pertained to him. The ruins creaked as he walked around remembering things that he had long ago locked away in his consciousness to only be unlocked when he missed his lost Belleza the most. The memories that were being dug up from the sheltered repressed part of his brain, were cutting him deep in scars that had yet to heal. Each memory was like a thousand knives that cut him again and again, over and over in the same wound. Each stab burned his flesh and set fire to his soul. Each time his wounds wouldn't heal, each time they cut away at his flesh.

He found notes that Jumba kept to himself. In it he found something that surprised even him.

(Jumba's PoV)

I had already started preparation on 447, but most of my chemicals is being with the missing. I suspect 237 is to being behind this. When 447 is to being completed she will be a beautiful pick experiment, with sort antenna and will be about 2 feet tall. The chemicals that would make her female are to being here, but the basic male chemicals are missing. I reiterate that 237 is to being behind this, she has been stealing chemicals for a while and also taking away my notes on male experiments. She has been making something in my spare lab, but I accidentally knocked something into her flask, so I ran away without telling her. A few days later I found 237 kissing a male experiment that I hadn't created, although I knew I had a hand in his activation. Because of Belleza's beautiful dance, I gave him the number 447 even though he wasn't mine. I gave him the number as too keep him from confusion and emptiness. I told all the experiments that he was 447. 221 somehow knew I believe it was because 221 had loved 237 or was just transfixed by her power. He must have seen him during his activation. However it had happened 221 knew and took all his free time to teach 447 about something new but at the same time hurting him and shoving him around. 237 kept no notes on 447's chemical structure, but had hundreds of sheets on his anatomy, possibly and easily thousands. Most of which were thrown away in the trash. Only 237 knows most of the chemical structure, but she would never perfectly create him again, because of the compound I had knocked into the flask.

Trigger looked at the notes in front of him knowing that they had elapsed years in time. He had learned the ultimate thought about his love. He knew why he had loved her, because she had made him. But why? Why create an experiment when her power allowed her to capture any experiment or person or creature in the universe? These were just a few of the thousands of questions that flowed in his racing mind. He looked closer at the notes but not much else was revealed to him during the nineteenth and twentieth times reading it. He began to search for more notes that could tell him more.

Trigger ran to the old girl's dormitories. They all had to leave for dehydration so quickly that they had to leave everything of any personal value behind. He looked around at Belleza's old room. Trigger entered a room with a label over the door saying 237. He looked inside and onto a bed that Belleza had used night after night. Trigger laid down on the bed. He thought of his Belleza who had been on this very bed. He looked around and thought it had looked like someone else had already been in the room since their dehydration. He had been in this room only once before, but something seemed amiss. He looked around the room for any personal belongings that she had left behind. He searched high and low for anything that had possibly been left by his love. Under the bed he found a spiral that he had seen her writing in on a multitude of occasions.

He opened the spiral to see that it held his chemical structure, and the final version of his anatomy. He looked further into the spiral to see that she had also used it as a personal diary. He read some pages that had pertained only to Sparky. Love had been mentioned many times. Trigger wondered why Belleza had made him if she already loved Sparky so much. Why would she have needed to make him if she already had a better half? As before thousands of questions flowed into his mind. There was no possible way for him to be any more confused than he already was. Life had brought him to this point harshly but safely, only to bring him to a point where he was to swim in madness and confusion. He had always thought he was smart, but now he knew that everything he knew was useless at this point. He could feel his mind slipping away from him as if it was never really his, but was his at the same time. Even with all this confusion Sparky's death burned in his mind as one of the many memories that he wished to forget.

He heard a loud crash outside the room he was occupying. He feared the worst; that Hamsterviel had come for the chemical structure of all the experiments. Trigger prepared to fight for the future of the universe. He left the room going to the crash site.

He saw something that made his heart stop for a moment. He saw something that could not have been possible. He saw Sparky standing in front of him alive and moving.

"SPARKY!!!!!!! YOUR ALIVE!" Trigger yelled hugging hi friend.

"Have been all day I checked!" Sparky said happily. Trigger was so happy to see his friend that for a moment nothing else mattered. "I guess you know now about what Belleza did." Sparky said. Trigger nodded his head. "I guess then you have a bunch of questions." Sparky sighed.

"Yes I do Sparky." Trigger said. "Could you start off by telling me why Belleza made me?" Trigger asked eagerly of the yellow experiment.

"Well, to start off at one time when liked me, possibly even loved." Sparky said recalling memories he himself had wanted to erase from existence, for these memories haunted his past. "I can still remember the day she was created. Jumba had been working on his 'greatest experiment ever!'. I had wandered by his lab, looking for what could be better than 236. And then one day I saw the flash. A bright flash that came from nothing, and in a moment was gone, and in its place was the single most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I saw her standing there glowing. Her fur, lips, antenna, legs, eyes, and her breasts all complemented her so perfectly. From that moment on I felt like I had to worship the ground she walked on day and night, night and day. I truly felt like I wasn't worthy to be in her presence. She looked around and saw Jumba Jookiba in front of her. He did what he normally does when he activates an experiment and..."

"And that would be?" Trigger asked unknowingly because Jumba hadn't activated him, Belleza did.

"Sorry I kinda got wrapped up in the story. You see Trigger unlike you when an experiment was activated it would have no memory, do Jumba would stand there and inform them on who they were, who he was, and why they were there." Sparky said answering Trigger's question.

"Okay that answered one question, but now I have another one. What did you mean by 'unlike me'?" Trigger asked uncertainly. Sparky knew that he had just made a huge mistake by saying 'unlike him'.

"Well Trigger you are different from regular experiments in many ways. The single two most distinctive of these ways are the fact that Belleza made you, and the fact that, unlike any experiment Jumba created, you Trigger were given a memory, my memory. Not all of course, but all of the happy moments of our relationship, bu instead of it being Belleza and I, it was Belleza and you. All of our happy memories lay in your head, even though she gave you immunity to her power, she gave you our memories!! She only broke up with me because I wasn't immune to that dance of hers! That's the only reason she even decided to make you was because if she danced I would be under her spell forever! If she danced in front of you, it would have nowhere near the same effects as if she danced in front of me... again." Sparky sighed thinking of Belleza's beautiful body in motion.

"Sparky, I know I've asked you many questions today on a subject that you would rather have your memories of the entire ordeal behind you in a vault under lock and key for no one not even you to see again, but I now know why she ended your love for each other. She danced in front of you and whenever she was around from then on you were possessive of her. You saw her power unleashed in front of you and you weren't even able to think if she was near." Trigger said realizing finally that this was about so much more than his quest to find his Belleza. The lord of time and space to put him through challenges of life and love had constructed this trip. He had to prove to the universe, but ultimately himself that his love for her was true and pure.

Silence fell over the experiments as they sat in the laboratory ruins. Wind rustled papers as the two sat silently in the presence of one another. Trigger for the first time in his life was scared of what was to happen to him.

He had only been in space a little over a week, and yet so much had happened to him. Since activation, he had been captured by Gantu; lost his love to only have her partially returned to him before taken away again; been teleported into space; been teleported to the wrong planet; been beaten, yelled at, and humiliated by two hallucinations of Angel and Belleza; got overly dehydrated in a planetary desert; woke up in an unknown hospital; saw Belleza's picture on a TV; created a what should be galactic record by going thirty miles in just a little under an hour; had the wonderful pleasure of seeing Belleza dance; got to be happily with Belleza in her dressing room; got beaten badly by Gantu causing him to be partially paralyzed temporarily; got rescued by Jumba; landed on a new planet to refuel; jack hammered an egg for no reason; bought Gobstoppers at an intergalactic 7/11; had to go through the 'death' of Sparky; got jettisoned out of the spacecraft; landed here on Turo in Jumba's old lab; found out Belleza created him; found out Belleza and Sparky had once had a romance; learned he has some of their memories; and learned that Belleza had once danced in front of Sparky. This had been a week to remember! And Trigger had yet to encounter the hardest thing of all... Trigger knew that this point in his life would decide his fate in the infinitesimal speck of life.

Ten minutes had gone by.

Suddenly Trigger stood up and bluntly said, "I should take care of this before Hamsterwheel gets here." Trigger walked into another room gathered up all the papers in the entire establishment, poured kerosene on them and then set them aflame. They burned quickly into ash that was easily blown away by the wind. Trigger wasn't able to get up the courage to throw Belleza's diary on the points that he loved her too much, and that the chemical structure in the diary was wrong, but unbeknownst to Trigger the sheet on one experiment still lived on paper, that had escaped from the ashes and fire.

Trigger and Sparky heard a loud humming noise, then the clanking of metal being moved and bashing into other pieces of metal. Trigger then heard a ships plasma cannon fire loud and abruptly. "Sparky! Not again! Man it just isn't your day is it?" Trigger yelled running to Sparky's side. Trigger kneeled next to Sparky. The gun overhead fired again, but this time hitting Trigger. Like so many times before he was knocked unconscious (I guess it wasn't his week!).

The ship landed, opening a ramp to exit on. Three creatures stood at the open bay, one stood high above the other two. Two of the three creatures walked to Trigger and Sparky and picked them up. The tall one grabbed Trigger and found the diary and something else by his body. "Sir I found these!" He handed them off to the smallest creature of all. Suddenly a maniacal laugh pierced the air. It was the laugh of one Dr. Hamsterviel.