1.  Kiles noticed a series of mathematical equations scroll down a track in the lower right corner of his mind's eye.  The data track was synaptically there, but not evident to anyone else.  "It hurts," he whined, in the voice of a post-pubescent teen.  

2.  He was multi-tasking while playing football; it was the invasiveness that annoyed him.  "It's all in your head," Onimex quipped psionically, half literally, half anecdotally.  "Slow down," Onimex recommended, "you're supposed to 'blend in." 

3.  Kiles faked to the left, spun around, jumped over two opponents and sprinted across the goal line for his 5th touchdown.  The crowd roared while his teammates  leaped into the air and chest bumped him.  "That was pretty convincing," Onimex complimented him.  Kiles was a true showman.  The 4th quarter horn blared while the Ewa Beach cheerleaders threw their orange, black and white pon pons up in the air.  Every Saber on the sideline joined in the victory dance while parents enjoyed the team's pop-hula style and tried to imitate their steps.    

4.  Kiles had a glistening mane of sandy-washed, jet-black hair.  His girl removed his helmet and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  In the bleachers an ordinary-looking woman, with stern facial features stood up in her lab coat:  It was obvious that she didn't care whether she blended in or not, but the lab coat was a nice touch.  

5.  Ireana made eye contact with her son; her inescapable 'Vejhonian lasers' as Kiles referred to her eyes.  Lasers were banned on Vejhon.  For a brief moment, tunnel vision muted the sound before the cheering ambiance resumed.  It was a salute from her for his victory in battle.  From orbit, a laser painted, "Hervorragende Arbeit!"  on the scoreboard.  Kiles lipped the word, "Dad," while surreptitiously making sure that nobody else noticed.  The message vanished.  Kiles looked up toward the cloudless sky.  

6.  "Surf's up!" his Hawaiian friend and teammate taunted with a frat boy smile.  Kiles grinned, "I'm already there!"  His smile was infectious.

7.  They skipped the locker room and ran straight to his sister's '63 Studebaker Champ where surfboards had been strapped inside the tailgate and were overhanging the cab.  She scooted to the center because Earl always drove.  Kiles had his learner's permit too, but nothing trumped surfing!  The natives didn't treat Kiles as a 'howlie' because he had never lived anywhere else -- he belonged there.  They didn't know that Kiles had visited otherworldly places that he dare not describe.  "Don't think," he huffed privately; autonomically.  

8.  Kiles got in the passenger side, "I WANT this truck!" he yelled at Lani.  She laughed.  "Frack that, it's MINE!" Earl defended.  "I called it!" Kiles said.  Earl didn't grind the gears and jerked the truck forward.  Three other teammates jumped into the back before they escaped the parking lot.  "My friends are going to meet us there," Lani said.  "If the Earl of Surf allows it," Kiles joked.  Earl was a bit defensive when it came to his friends, his beach and his sister.  "He will," she injected confidently.  "Maybe, we'll see," Earl said:  Who surfed and who didn't depended on Earl's mood swing at a given moment. 

9.  Bad weather made it easier for visitors because there were fewer fights.  Today, however, was perfect because the wind was forging the swells into perfect waves.  A list of thermo-dynamic equations and convection algorithms scrolled down the track in the lower left of Kiles' mind's eye.  The information was of no tactical relevance -- critical data went to the right track.  "You can't stop being you," Onimex told him once, "Just accept that you have a unique and special path through time and space."  Kiles was wise beyond his years; he avoided asking rhetorical questions because his imagination often had the answers.  

10.  When the party started, the victory tradition called for surfing in jock straps only, which wasn't any more revealing than what the natives wore anyway.  The police rarely harassed the locals and were more likely to join in, rather than miss a good party.  Other team members showed up with their signifcant others as the evening wore on.  

11.  By night fall, it was time for bonfires; creatively prepared food cooked on make-shift grilles and moonlight imbibements disguised as soda in coconut shells.  This was the life of a normal 15, going on 16-year-old at Ewa Beach, Hawaii, and what kid would want it any other way? 

                     

12.  "Tell me everything!" Kiles said.  As a matter of style, Onimex always projected holographic information directly into Kiles synapse -- it was efficient and virtually as effective as observing in person.  "Your brain is already holographic," Onimex told him when he was 3, "there's virtually no difference."  Onimex was careful to not circumvent the necessity of experience or the imperative of choice.  "You can't screw up a recording by merely observing it," Kiles knew all of the time-tampering rules; how the mere act of observation could alter a subject's natural timeline. 

13.  Machines are not nearly so cautious because their photonic emissions can be manipulated or switched off.  Biologicals are composed of corporeal matter infused with photonic mass that is existentially enigmatic to machines.  To a machine, carnage is epitomized by industrial espionage; "What if a subject epistemically captures me ahead of my awareness?"  Machine fears are consoled by machine wisdom:  "The Ellipsis takes care of its own."

14.  "I want to see the moment when you first observed Bri and Kor," Kiles said, "...the first time," he added.  Kiles knew that Onimex was co-located:  "When was the first time?" Onimex quipped facitiously:  He had stretched Kiles intellectual capability beyond ordinary mortals; who replied with lines that were not even on Onimex's radar.  'Oni,' as Kiles called him, allowed his prodigy to shape his thoughts from the abstract, "Everyone thinks that their science is on the cutting edge," Onimex clarified for him, "until the next paradigm comes along."  Onimex was a founding member of the Flat Earth Society; based on a dare from Dayton to freak Ireana out.  She got them both back.

15.  Kiles raised his imaginary sword into his trademark conqueror's pose, "Two monuments divided by time, with a DESTINY!" he recited, proudly thrusting his sword into the air.  He was an imposing figure, notwithstanding that most conquerors did not pose in their underwear.  Ireana and Dayton debated whether living in multiple states of mind was prudent for Kiles mental health; he did not give any indication of an adverse affect.  "Actors do it all the time," Kiles parried with his imaginary sword.  His subjects learned to dodge that sword, "I gotta make him a real sword," Dayton thought.  Ireana gave him the, 'have you thought that one through?" look.

16.  "Casualties," Xanax contemplated.  "Ja, Ja," Dayton agreed.  Nobody could merely 'look' at Kiles and only see Kiles -- he was larger-than-life before he could talk, but had learned to, 'dial it down' a notch or two.'  When compared to his personal ambitions, people struck Kiles as natural underachievers; excellent at dreaming, but unwilling to act.  "Honey," Ireana said to him once, "All you have to say is, 'Come On,' and the whole shell will follow you!"  That one truth would shape his inescapable destiny, especially if it was anything like the monumental figures in times past:  He learned everything he could about Bri and Kor, from everyone who would know.  "I did not mean for you to go out and actually take over the shell," she amended when he set out to seize control of Earth when he was 8.  He might have succeeded. 

17.  "NOT in my head," Kiles said impatiently to Onimex while gripping both sides of his cylindrical hull, "NOT a projection.  I want to go." 

18.  Onimex dreaded the day when his repertoire of Ireanaisms would no longer suffice.  "I know it can be done," Kiles added, to short circuit Oni's 'Mom-logic' that he skillfully used to invoked caution or restraint.  "I have to work on it," Onimex conceded.  That was believable, but still diversionary.  

19.  Kiles drew his eyes into a narrow squint as if to burn a hole through Onimex's hull.  He didn't need to verbalize what he was thinking; his agenda was transparent.  Kiles narrowed Oni's options down to one.  "I know she would rather I be with you, than not," Oni rationalized uncomfortably, "Why?" he asked the trillion dollar question.  "I want to see it in person," Kiles answered.  Of course!  They had had this conversation a thousand times and Oni had become quite deft at changing the subject. 

20.  This new contemplation could only lead to Corlos; he knew how Ireana would react, "We don't want that kind of attention, now do we?"  She had embraced many motherly Earthisms since her operative days  "We haven't committed a sin yet," Oni parried in his role-play dialogue, then to his imaginary creator in particular:  "We're just about to..."

21.  "Awwww shit," Xanax said in Q-cept.