Authors: GD Patten
The young girl, born to wealthy scientists, was the result of generations of breeding and genetic enhancements. Highly intelligent and curious, she also was augmented with nanotechnology,
including artificial intelligence. What would it be like to grow up with all of these
advantages? Would she fit in?
Others saw her and her kind as a threat. They secretly watched, planned, and plotted against her. Did she control her own destiny? Would she even survive?
Renegade World: Future Past
Copyright © 2016 by G.D. Patten
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First Printing, 2016
Publisher: G.D. Patten
My thanks to Mike Peterson for his valuable feedback.
This book is a prequel to Renegade World: Book I. It is
the story of Naamah Schmidt and Raul Martinez when they were young.
From the perspective of Book I, this story takes place
entirely in the future, but from their own personal experience, this story takes
place in their past.
he doctor, powerful shoulders hunched beneath his
traditional white coat, peered into the crib, the only one of the private
clinic’s nine cribs that was currently occupied. The infant girl stared at his
coarse, graying beard with surprising focus.
The door opened and closed behind
him. “Prophet Avram—”
Sarai! Please address me as Dr. Shemesh in any verbal
communications even when you think we are alone.
Sorry. Is she the one?
Perhaps. The probability is high, but if you
recall, when her mother was born, I estimated that the probability that she was
the one was also high.
But since then, you have proven that more of the human DNA
that human scientists thought was just taking up space in the genome truly is
It is true that in the last thirty years, I have determined that
more of a human’s DNA is important. Most human scientists still believe that
seven to ten percent of their DNA is functional and that the rest of their DNA doesn’t
seem to matter that much.
When Anita was born, I thought that since each human is
born with fifty to a hundred new mutations that if every piece of the genome
were essential, then many of those mutations would lead to significant birth
defects. With the mutations multiplying over many generations, if a significant
number were essential, humans would have become extinct. Well, a few
of the mutations that I thought were insignificant prevented Anita from
becoming the one.
And her daughter?
I manipulated her DNA long before she was born. We shall
“Dr. Shemesh, you have a patient waiting.”
He looked at his watch, unnecessary for him, but
typical of a human. “Sarah, please let Mrs. Martinez know that I will be in to
see her son shortly.” He took one more look into the crib and looked up.
may she please you.
aami bounced on the trampoline that her dad had bought for
her last week, two weeks after moving into their new house. She sighed.
miss my old house.
Although her room was bigger and sunnier, even after the
furniture came, her room and the rest of the house felt gloomy and empty to
her. She sighed again. The old house that she had loved was gone, and she would
never see it again. Her last memory was of the blackened cement block foundation,
charred beams, and cold, gray ashes. She felt tears fly from her cheeks as she
thought about the good times she had in her old house with her old friends.
She hadn’t made any friends here, far from her old home in
Minneapolis. While she could chat with her old friends over the net, it wasn’t
the same as being with them. She tried to talk more with her mom and dad, but
between organizing the house and their work, they didn’t have much time to talk
with her. Her dad promised her that things would get back to normal soon.
Her mom had nodded absent-mindedly in agreement, preoccupied
with her research. She wondered if there was ever a time that her mom wasn’t
thinking about work. By age three, she had already figured out that her mom was
smarter than everyone else but obsessed with her work.
After the fire, her mom had collapsed, unable to speak for nearly
an hour. Although her gran had kept her away while her dad quietly consoled her
mom, she had listened in on the entire conversation. Not even her parents knew
how well she could hear, and she meant to keep it that way. She had heard her
dad tell her mom that everything was going to be OK, that she was just having a
panic attack. When her mom finally had been able to speak, she seemed less panicked
at the loss of their home and more by the interruption of her work.
They’re hiding something from me, Abraham.
Don’t whine, Naami. If your parents are hiding
something, it is because they believe it is best for you. Besides, if they are
hiding something, you will figure it out.
I always do. Don’t I?
Abraham didn’t respond. His accuracy with rhetorical
questions had improved greatly during the last year.
As she bounced, she noticed a boy sunbathing in the next
yard. Because of the hedge that divided the two yards, she could only see him
at the top of her bounce. He had brown hair, and his skin was tan for this time
of year, although not as dark as hers. She bounced higher so she could see
more of him.
He’s a lot older than me. I wish he were closer to my age. Maybe
he’ll be fun to talk to anyway.
Would you like more information about him?
No, Abraham. I already know his name. Sometimes it’s
more fun to learn about people when I meet them. Maybe after I meet him, I’ll
want more information. We’ll see.
She continued watching him as she bounced.
aron slowly became aware of a rhythm: thump, thump,
thump… Before opening his eyes, he requested the current time and the time he
Almost two hours. Where is that thumping noise coming from?
He stood up and looked around. Over the hedge, he could see a mop of curly
brown hair appear and then disappear.
Mom said the Schmidts’ had a daughter. I should go say
He stood up, pulled on his shirt, walked over to the hedge, and
squeezed through a spot where one of the bushes was dying off. Their gardener
was going to replace the bush tomorrow.
She was looking right at him as he popped out on her side
of the hedge. “Hi! I'm Aaron. I live next door.”
“I’m Naamah, but most people call me Naami.” She giggled.
Underneath the mop of curly brown hair that flopped up and
down as she bounced was a cute face. Aaron was immediately drawn to her amber
eyes and big smile. As she bounced, he could see well-defined leg muscles
ripple under her dark skin.
Wow, she has amazing muscle tone for her
Well-muscled himself, he wasn't sure that he had been that cut at her
age. “How long have you been bouncing?”
He leaned on the trampoline and laughed, “7137, really?”
“Well, 7143 now. Don't you believe me?” She stopped and sat
down near him with her legs dangling over the edge of the trampoline. “How tall are
“I'm six feet two inches tall, and I believe you.”
She scrunched up her face. “I don't think that you really
believe me. How old are you?”
“I'm five.” She giggled. “Well, I will be in about a month.
Is six feet two inches, tall for your age?”
“I'm one of the taller guys, but there are a few guys
taller than me in my school.”
“Are any of the girls taller than you?”
“Not in my grade; a few are almost as tall as me.”
With a rapid-fire delivery, she said, “I'm three feet nine
inches tall. That's very tall for my age, but my mom says that I probably won't
be over six feet tall when I grow up. She’s worried that I’m growing too fast,
but I want to be six feet tall. How tall do you want to be?”
“I'd like to be six five.”
He felt like he was being interrogated by one of the
Shirley Temple characters from one of his mom's old vids. “Because I like to play
basketball, and six five is a good height for a guard.”
“I like basketball too.” She hesitated and then giggled. “But
I like gymnastics better. Are you good at basketball?”
“I'm the starting point guard on our team, and I like
gymnastics too. I took gymnastics classes until I was nine.”
“Oh. So you run the team. Is that why you quit gymnastics?”
He laughed. “No. That wasn’t it at all. When I started
playing on basketball teams, the gymnastics coach said that I couldn't be good
at both, so I stopped going to gymnastics.” As he spoke, he noticed the thick
cable about twelve feet long and two feet high stretched between two posts. He also saw a
bar almost five feet high between two other posts. “It looks like you already
have a lot of gymnastics equipment.”
“Yes. I have a cable for balancing and a bar for doing
tricks. Let me show you.” She stepped onto the two-foot-high, wooden box that stood next to the cable
and then onto the cable itself. Like a ballerina, she walked across it to the other end.
Without ever looking at the cable, she walked backward the entire length.
“You have great balance.”
Cartwheeling to a handstand on the cable, she looked at him.
“Thanks!” She dropped her feet to the ground and cartwheeled over to the bar. “Watch me.”
She jumped up, grabbed the bar, and pulled her chin over it. Lowering herself so that her arms were bent at
a right angle, she slowly raised her legs, perfectly straight and together, to
another right angle and held it.
“Nice strength move. Can you do a kip?” He wasn't sure that
she would even know what a kip was.
She first swung forward in a pike position, and at the most
forward point in her swing, she lifted her toes to the bar. With her toes just
below the bar, she swung back; pulling on the bar, with her legs close to it,
she rose upward, ending in the textbook support position on the bar, with the
bar on her hips.
Holding up both hands with his fingers spread, Aaron said,
“I give that a ten.”
She doesn't just look strong; she is strong. That required
strong abs, hip muscles, shoulders, and triceps.
Moving over to the bar, he
adjusted it so that it was tall enough for him. “Let's see if you can do this.”
Reaching up, he grabbed the bar and cocked his wrists
slightly so that they were higher than the bar. Pushing his legs out slightly
in front of him, he pulled the bar to his chest and then pushed himself to a
straight arm position above the bar.
Naami said, “I can do that!”
After he lowered the bar, he opened his mouth to give her
pointers, but she didn't wait. She easily pulled the bar to her chest but then struggled
at the transition point for two or three seconds before dropping down. “Show me
again,” she commanded. “I obviously didn't see your technique correctly the
Obviously and technique, those are big words for a five-year-old
he thought as he did another muscle-up and dropped down.
“Lift me up. I've got it now.”
He lifted her up. This time, she cocked her wrists as he
had done, and as she pulled up, she wasn’t under the bar as far. As she hit the
transition, her head and shoulders moved over the bar right away. She made the
move look easy. “Outstanding,” he said as she dropped to the ground.
Taking his hand, she led him over to the trampoline, batted
her eyes at him, and pleaded, “Teach me tricks on the trampoline!”
“First, I have to teach you to bounce correctly.”
Aaron bounced on the trampoline while she walked around it
watching. “Do you know what I am doing differently than you?”
“You always bounce exactly in the center of the trampoline.
You use your arms more, and the path of your arms is different. Your fingers
are together, making a knife hand. Your feet and toes stretch down as soon as
She is very observant! Knife hand? I wonder if she has watched
Climbing down, he said, “Your turn.”
Naami climbed back up and began bouncing. He guessed that she
was bouncing twenty percent higher than when he first saw her, and without
looking down, she was bouncing exactly in the middle of the tramp. Her form
mimicked his almost exactly. “Now visualize yourself exploding off of the bed.”
She bounced higher yet. “That's good!”
Climbing down, she asked, “How can I jump even higher?”
“Your form is good. To get any higher, you’ll need to get
“How do I get stronger?”
Aaron laughed, “You are already very strong for your age.
I'm not sure how much stronger you can get right now.”
With a look of annoyance, she demanded, “Well, what would
you do to get stronger?”
I wonder how long her attention span is. Let's see what she can handle.
“I would do lots of
step-ups onto a box. I would do squat jumps. I would do jumps from the ground
up onto a box. Of course, I would also practice bouncing on the tramp.”
“Show me,” she insisted.
Walking over to the box by the cable, Aaron said, “First
I'll show you how to do step-ups.” He lifted his left foot onto the box and stepped
up without touching his right foot to the box. He stepped down to the ground with his right
foot and then with his left foot. “Now the other side,” he said as he repeated the
process starting with his right foot. He then did several repetitions of both
Pushing him away, she said, “My turn. Watch me!” She did
about ten repetitions and declared, “That was too easy. Are you sure that this will
make me stronger?”
“Yes, it will. Just do them many times, at least 30. You
might be sore the day after you do them.”
“I don't get sore. What happens if I step up to something
higher? Will that make me stronger?”
At five, I don't think I got sore either, but I don't
think I pushed myself like she does.
He nodded. “The higher you step, the
harder it is and the stronger you will get. Start at this level, though. Later,
you can try higher steps. You also can jump up with both feet onto the box.” He
“That looks easy. What are squat jumps?”
“Before I show you squat jumps, I'm going to show you
another exercise called a calf raise that you can also do on the box.” With the
balls of his feet on top of the box and his heels hanging off, he lowered his heels
lower than the box and then raised them so that his body was a straight line
from his shoulders, to hips, to knees, to ankles, to the back of his toes.”
“Tippy-toe raises,” she giggled. “Those are easy. I did
those from the floor in the dance class that I used to go to.” She frowned. “I
miss my dance class.” Her frown suddenly disappeared. “But Dad promised to let
me start Tae Kwon Do class now that we have moved. Will you teach me some
tricks on the trampoline after you show me the squat jumps?”
Aaron smiled at her. He had noticed the momentary mood
Poor kid, I wonder what's really going on in that little head of
He showed her how to do squat jumps. “You may want to find
a wall and put marks on it to measure your best jumps. It will let you see your
improvement. If you practice, that is.”
Huh. He won’t believe how much I will practice. Abraham
can track my improvement.
She jumped five times. “OK, enough of these.
Teach me some tricks!”
Aaron climbed onto the trampoline. “I'll teach you a few
basic tricks. My old gymnastics coach always said that if you master the
basics, the difficult tricks are easy. I'll show you the tricks from his basic
He started bouncing. “The first trick is the stop bounce. You
probably won't think it is even a trick.” He took another bounce and then
stopped by keeping his feet in contact with the bed, using his knees and waist
to absorb the rebound of the trampoline. He repeated it several times as Naami
walked around the trampoline watching.
“I get it. Let me show you.” She climbed back up as Aaron
climbed down. After bouncing three times, she came to a stop just like he had.
She bounced three more times and stopped again. Climbing down, she said, “New
Aaron and Naami repeated this for all the other tricks. He
would demonstrate the trick several times as she circled the tramp, and then
she would do it. They went through a tuck jump, a straddle jump, a pike jump, a
half twist jump, a knee drop, a seat drop, and swivel hips. She did them all
nearly as well as Aaron did and he told her so.
“I think that's enough for now,” he said.
“Are those all of the basic tricks?”
“No, there are more, but you have eight to remember already.
If I show you more, you might not be able to keep them all straight.”