Chapter 2
"Again, I'm very sorry, sir," stated, for the second time, the newest Irish master of the manor that had once been the site of a scientist centuries ahead of his close-minded contemporaries. "As I said, Professor Mathers passed away some six-and-a half years ago. I, then, purchased the property not very much after. As to the equipment you're speaking of, from what I had heard, a Canadian purchased them."
"But do you know his name? Please, sir, this is of extreme importance to me!" desperately pleaded Gwyllm, more determined than before to finish something started by the late Professor four-plus decades earlier.
"Mm," hummed the new owner of the manor, straining to dredge forth a name the man had heard only once six-and-a half years ago. "Hutchinson. Yes, that's it. John Hutchinson. Some sort of strange-minded scientist type. A lot like Professor Mathers, I gather, from what I'd been told. Save for the fact he had longish hair and seemed lost to constant thought and..."
"Thank you, sir!" rudely interjected Gwyllm, as his own thoughts swiftly shifted to selling all that he owned in Dublin, after returning there of course. Then purchasing a one-way airline ticket so as to fly straight-away to the precise region wherein this John Hutchinson resided. It's exact location quickly called forth via a Dublin library's public computers.
In the time it would take to fly from Ireland to Canada, across the Atlantic Ocean, the extremely excited, yet undeniably nervous, Gwyllm Griffiths quickly recalled all that had happened forty-plus years earlier...
When an experiment in accelerated evolutionary action, from within every single cell of his all-too-Human body, became enacted. Unleashing energies that reached down deep into his DNA to literally facilitate an indescribably rapid transmutation that was anything but painless.
One that, after affecting said cells' DNA, automatically continued its forward-reaching transmogrifications until, so fast it seemed instantaneous from an outside observer's point of view!, Gwyllm had become a huge-brained, godlike man from some six million years hence.
It would wind up being the unrelenting Love, unspoken until that specific point, of Cathy Evans that brought back the original Gwyllm Griffiths. Rather than thrusting him into the Ultimate Future of Human Evolution, as the incredibly intelligent/psionically super-powerful Gwyllm had sought in such a single-minded fashion.
Something that still, forty-something years after the fact, tugged at his forethoughts. Whilst wed to Cathy, whom he quickly came to love more than Life itself!, such quasi-sinister stirrings remained buried beneath a contentment most might never know.
But now that such as she was no longer alive...
After arriving, eventually, at Vancouver International Airport, Gwyllm used what little money remained to rent a car equipped with a voice-activated/voice-responding GPS system.
Then he drove the short distance necessary to place him in the area wherein resided John Hutchinson, the creator of what the Dublin library's computers called The Hutchinson Effect. No doubt done with some of the super-scientific equipment previously built by the late Professor Mathers.
About twenty minutes later, having traveled the 11.6 kilometers from large airport to precise apartment point, a tired yet still-excited Gwyllm came face-to-face with what many might imagine a "mad scientist" to look like.
Only this "mad scientist" was mild-mannered and exceptionally personable. And, as such, very approachable, considering a complete stranger from Ireland now stood in his standing-open doorway...
"Mr. Hutchinson, my name is Gwyllm Griffiths. And I have come to propose a once-in-a-lifetime experiment that might just make those who scoff at you now...suddenly sit up and take very serious notice."
END OF CHAPTER 2