October 29, 1991

The sun beat down heavily on the university grounds.
Palmer Whatling shut his eyes against the light, and sighed. He'd been attending Irmo university for two years, but had yet to strike a popular figure.  He spread him self over the metal bench, and glared into the deep blue sky. .
A bear sat down next to him.
He glanced over, smiled at Kay Emmands, who smiled back. She was stocky and bulky in her small black fur coat. Then, he looked at his watches, smiled again at her, patted her furry shoulder, then arose, and walked off.

At the Bush River Mall, Palmer ran into Kay Emmands again.
She saw him as he was leaving the record store, and waved him over. He came, admiring her in her mother's fur coat, which reached her knees. It was silver fox, with a large collar. Her brown hair was covered by a large red scarf. She looked beautiful. She grabbed his hand, and they went over to a fast food stand. They ordered soft drinks and burgers. She was bubbling over.
"Palmer, what's your dreams?" she asked.
Palmer shrugged. "I haven't decided yet."
She looked at him strangely. "I've never heard of anyone not having a dream.."
He smiled. "I do have some, but reality is not multiple choice."
She giggled at that line. "I like a guy with a sense of humor."
"Even one as difficult to get close to as me?"
She thrust her face close to his. "I love a challenge."
He smirked. "Even a impossible one?"
"Who says your impossible?"
He shrugged. He reached out and touched her beautiful fur coat.
"How'd you get a coat like that?" he asked.
She smiled. "My mom is breaking in a new mink coat, so she let me borrow this one. It's her least favorite one, any way."
He raised a eyebrow. "Her tastes are definitely suspect."
"Don't you be insulting my mother," she said with mock outrage.
"Sorry, sorry." Palmer smiled, raising his hands in mock defense. They both collapsed in laughter.
They got up, and Palmer took her sleeve in hand, and they went up ramp into the main store.


It was two days later that Palmer was wrapped up in other affairs that he decided to ring her up again.
She soon appeared at the door, still bundled up in her mother's fur coat, a long red scarf over her head, pulled low to conceal her features. He let her in, carefully keeping the light low. They entered the kitchen, and then the den, and she pulled the scarf off with a decisive gesture.
"Thanks for coming, Kay," He said, squeezing her arm.
"Well, you did say it's essential. I just hope my dad doesn't find out," She sighed, and Palmer hugged her. She put her head on his shoulder, sighing contently. He stroked her hair.
Eventually, after small talk and petty gestures, he drew her into his bedroom. She protested weakly, but went in. She laid on the bed, her coat opened. He reached up her dress, heard her gasp, pulled her underwear down gently. She moaned weakly.
"Please," She pleaded weakly, "Be gentle."
He nodded. He kissed her gently on the lips, then made his way down her. Her clothes somewhat hampered him, but he managed. He tickled her feet. She cried out with laughter. He rubbed her calves, her thighs. Her moans were deeper.
He pulled himself up, found the areas he needed. She gasped, unable to make a sound. He stroked her cheek, kissed her again. She looked up at him with misty eyes.
The second time, she moaned more loudly, and subsequently, she got far more vocal. Soon, she laid back on the bed, exhausted. Palmer kissed her still form. The fur coat tickled his cheek. He leaned back onto his side of the bed as she lay there panting.
He rolled over, lit a cigarette. He watched the smoke curl toward the ceiling. He listened to the girls panting with pleasure. He yawned.
He turned to her and asked if she wanted one of the cigarette. She declined.
"I'd rather have far more of that," Kay Emmands smiled. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
He smiled as he rolled back onto her. 

Prolouge

Humans think they have reached to pinnacle of their existence, but they are wrong. A new human is starting to appear. This human is sensitive to the vagaries of time itself. Time is open and visible to these new people. They are the new people, who sees himself not as a part of society, but of the universe and time itself. These people are not selfish as most modern people, but see themselves as custodians of the world, and of reality itself.
This is their story.