Nolan and Andy

I guess I still have some editing to do as Facebook is still blocking any contact due to copyright infringement. N/P. I'll just go back and change a few words and voila'... ? I hope somebody sees this......?!

I am very sorry that I have not posted very often. I have started new story about a very lovable character that I have just found out has an incredible story to tell! I do not write these stories with any ending in mind and it has taken me over 8,000 words to see where it is going and it blows my mind! Anybody out there who remembers the movie 'Forbidden Planet' from around 1956 will have their minds blown by this as well. I am hesitant to give out the complete 'Nolan and Andy' story as it may interfere with it's publishing. I am suffering from many physical ailments which has precluded me from doing this. Please feel free to communicate with me. I will try and post my "Ernie" story.

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Ernest, wellington was a simple guy.I just wanted to help others. He was, however, gifted with an extremely high IQ. Something he had no knowledge of at first but without knowing it. He used it to help many others in his sphere of influence. Outwardly, he appeared as somewhat of a simple thing with a lazy right eye in a tendency to leave his mouth slightly open, but countless times he came up with solutions to problems no one else could.
His mother was a drifter, who appeared in town one night, and she was about to give birth. When the doctor got ernie out and slapped him on the butt to force him to take his first breath of air, he gave up big wail, then shocked everyone by laughing. That's right, a laughing newborn.
The mother was given a room and a prodigious meal whereupon finishing. She slid out the window and was never seen nor heard from again. Somehow she had gotten ahold of one of the doctor's bag with a large amount of cash in it, but had left behind her own handbag. What was in it confused the hospital staff even more. There were 17 different ID's and parchments attesting to this woman's identity. A lot of ernestine's and a lot of wellingtons, so...
Ernest Wellington was born.

Ernie was genuinely loved by all those who took care of him those first few days. As this was a small town, both the head of the hospital and the constabulary were in a quandary as to what they should do. There was no orphanage, and when it was announced to all the staff that little ernie would be transported to the nearest orphanage, about two hundred and fifty miles away in the state capitol, a plan was devised by the staff to keep Ernie here. Some official and quick documents were drawn up and awarded custody of Ernie to Betty Ellis. She was the head nurse who adored Ernie. She was the head nurse who adored Ernie, having lost her one and only nineteen year old child in a marketplace accident, Ernie stayed!

I have diabetes and yesterday I had a battle with dangerously low glucose levels all day but a friend in Canada gave the greatest gift of all...she was there. This is what I wrote to her in gratitude when she said she wished she could share...

You do not need to share
You were there
For me when the time came
When no one else was near

There can be no better friend
Than one who's there
When it feels like the end is near

Not near...
But it was here
When your faith and mine
Proved He is always there

What happened was my blood sugar had dropped to 43 and I nearly blacked out and would have went into a diabetic coma...but with her words of encouragement enabled me to make it into the kitchen and throw a frozen burrito into the
microwave. As I sat there, hands shaking, trying to eat, a package was dropped at the front door. It was a continuous blood glucose monitoring system my doc ordered for me just 2 days ago.
It came from Southern California. Since when does a package get here that quick thru US Mail?
At that exact same time I get a text on my phone telling me new meds have been prescribed for me and are ready for me. Have Faith and have friends.

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I am sorry I have not posted more often but medical problems persist. Just like a car with a million miles on it.....Just gimme a bit more time, I'll get there...eventually.

Is this a common thing? To be told that your page will be deleted because words were detected violates their "keyword policy"....?

I am still in 2024 aren't I ?

All I am doing is trying to share some of my FICTION stories with others who may enjoy them.

There is absolutely nothing in these stories to suggest sedition or anything illegal.

Gunter now created his own wormhole directly to the front door of his facility and walked out to his Mach One and drove home cognizant of the fact that it was precisely the time he had left on his fantasy ride.

When he arrived home his wife greeted him with a casual kiss and asked if he was hungry. He had had two very filling and delicious meals but had to tell her , "Sure, whatchya got?"
As she wasn't renowned for her cooking skills Gunter always encouraged her to try and experiment. She had come up with some kind of taco chili surprise that looked and smelled good. Gunter took a bite and it felt like his hair was itching as the spiciness hit his senses. Not wanting to disappoint her he said, "WOW, that's great!" This put a happy smile on her face as she casually asked, "Did you dig up anything useful today sweetie?"

He smiled and touched the device in his pocket and said casually, "Yeah, I think I might have found something pretty good this time."

He thought briefly, about just materializing a brand new marble adorned palace all around her as they spoke but didn't want to shock her too much so instead he opted for experimenting with it slowly to gauge his control over it and explore the limits of its capabilities. The power of this thousand square mile energy behemoth, now resting gently in his pocket, was mostly unknown and untested, as far as he was concerned.
But he had seen its results with his short journey through Elvins world. Strange as this may sound, this limitless power induced within Gunter a comfortable and relaxed feeling, like he was riding his bike around the stables of grandpa Newsome's little ranch/farm in Upland. It stretched for over a mile from the street you drove on to get there.
Gunter's reminiscing had a side effect which caused Gunter to suddenly slam down on the memories and concentrate on now. The smell of the stables, Hay and manure, started to manifest! Uh oh, thought Gunter, I gotta get a handle on this theme park ride NOW!
Lori suddenly stopped and turned to him, "something smell funny in here to you?"
Gunter immediately said, "just a breeze from outside. somebody's probably manuring their lawn."
He didn't realize the responsiveness this thing had to his thoughts. He added a directive to the device. Create only when verbally asked to by him. He again thought about his grandfathers farm and this time no strange aromas presented themselves. How was he going to handle this new toy? Was its range of versatility endless? He whispered silently, "Make Lori a great cook." He looked over to her. Nothing changed. It's as he surmised, it can't influence biological life forms, only inanimate objects.
He was physically quite exhausted and hadn't slept in a good 24 hours so it was time to just forget about the device for now and get some rest.

Gunter was very hesitant to use the device to any great degree at first. This kind of almost "omniscient" like power was intimidating to say the least. And if he ran around showing it off to anyone he ran the risk of having half the world banging on his front door asking him for this or that or both. He loved his family and did not want to disrupt their lives like that. He valued their privacy and time together.
He kept the device in a secure safe, and he was the only one who knew the combination. He only had to be within 100 miles of it to be able to use it so he preferred not to carry it around with him all the time. Besides, it weighed a good 20 lbs. even though it fit in your hand !
Sometimes, after hours or on weekends, he would casually wander around the production facility and just think about this project or another and tweak it a little bit to fit his idea of what it should be and do..
The affect was noticeable to quite a few members of his team and increased the fulfillment of many work orders and special requests thereby also increasing profits. However Gunter had hired all these craftspeople not just for their talent but also for their drive and ambition to create something special. If he continued this he might singlehandedly put them all out of work. They were a part of his company helping to make dreams into reality and they were his friends. He couldn't do that to them.
On the other hand, he didn't want to waste any time to put this power to its best use.

Gunter was puttering around in a storage room in the back of his facility rearranging and organizing things, with his hands, when that familiar windstorm almost knocked him off his feet and sure enough, Bryan emerges from a new wormhole that appeared in the opposite wall.
Gunter spoke first, "Geez, can't you just send me a text if you want to talk to me?"
Bryan, 'I do not have your number' he said with a straight face. Gunter laughed and said, "Come on! You oversee a small part of the whole universe containing millions of diverse civilizations and you can't get my phone number?!"
Bryan, 'We do not invade a systems access for personal information on anyone. We merely monitor broadcasts to assess current events and individuals to ascertain whether or not our involvement is warranted.'
"Figures" Gunter said a little annoyed, "So, to what do I owe the dubious honor of your presence today?"
Bryan, 'Since you are now in possession of and linked to a source of power with capabilities similar to Elvins, we have concluded that your assistance would be helpful in a few situations that we are having some difficulty with.'
Gunter, "Look Bryan, just because I was able to connect with Elvin and find a solution to the problem of 'synthetic survival', does not mean I'm obligated to be your flunky to just drop everything in my life and help you with every problem that arises in this part of the universe!"
Bryan, 'I apologize if that is your impression of our intentions, but I can assure you that we will only disturb your privacy with matters of the utmost importance and that your absence will never be noticed. We have observed that you have not used the device to any great degree thus far and will respect your decision for anonymity with regards to this. We have also observed the high degree of empathy and determination you have shown in trying to help others achieve a semblance of happiness and security in their lives. This is what made the decision to approach you as we surmise that these particular problems may benefit you as well.'
Gunter thought about that for a minute and reluctantly acquiesced, "Alright, lay it on me. What does this little problem entail and explain why I am the one to solve it."

Bryan, 'I will explain. There is a planet in the far corner of this quadrant that has supplied and entertained thousands of civilizations with their ability to produce sounds that are not only pleasing but which also have the effect of inducing an extremely powerful positive effect on the listeners. You call it music. They have ceased all music production due to an extensive and long-lasting rivalry between the 2 major manufacturers on the planet which has come to a turning point in their civilization. They are extremely involved in the machines they have invented for travel and everyday usage, similar to your cars. There are 2 major factions of the production of these vehicles that are bitter rivals. This has led to a cease of all music production and over 298,645 other worlds are now suffering the loss. This has caused disharmony on most of those worlds and even rebellion on certain others. We believe that your newfound abilities and familiarity with such similar constructs will enable you to assess and posit a solution so as to resume their music production and satisfying the needs of a great many worlds.'
Gunter looked at him with a dubious expression, "First of all I have no 'abilities' as you put it. I am only linked to a machine that I have not yet explored the potential of. As far as my use of it is concerned anyway. Are the inhabitants humanoid or synthetic?"
Bryan, 'There is almost an equal number of both, but the humanoid population generally oversees the logistics. The synthetic population is not humanoid but is considered an equal being in its own rights and privileges. They have evolved their own type of Artificial Intelligence into what is considered by the biologics to be truly sentient beings. Almost 75% of the humanoid population is completely dedicated to the maintenance and repair of these synthetic vehicles.'
Gunter digested this information then asked, "If most of the humans are with the vehicles then what's the problem? And what the hell does any of this have to do with music?!"
Bryan actually hesitated for the first time that Gunter had ever seen, ' There are two major manufacturers of the parts and replacement for the two brands of vehicles. They have had a history of competition over the centuries. The Billet and the Forg companies have been rivals on a planetary scale since the creation of the first synthetics. The problem with the music is that the synthetic vehicles have refused their cooperation in the creation and performance of it and they were the main source of that which has benefited thousands of planets and billions of sentient beings.'
Gunter looked at him with a skeptical look and said, "Are you fu***ng serious? Yer saying that these cars make music? they're musicians? songwriters?"
Bryan, 'It is a collaborative effort but one without the other stops any further production. It is not so much synthetic against human as it is between Billet and Forg. And the humans side with their synthetics with whatever decision is mutually agreed upon. The officials of this planet are more focused on the logistical upkeep of the planet including procuring the materials they need to produce the parts needed for the vehicles. They barter with the other planets with the music they produce to obtain more material and general things needed for the human population, food and other such necessities .'
Gunter, "Fine, but you still haven't explained to me why I am the only one you considered for this exalted honor with which I am being bestowed."
Bryan, 'Your own predilection for 'muscle cars' of your own planet and your expertise with synthetics, as well as the music you prefer to listen to.'
Gunter, "Hey, wait a minute! I thought you said you couldn't invade anyone's privacy?!"
Bryan, 'It was rather difficult to ignore the acoustical emanations coming from any and all cars you drive.'
" I like my music loud because it sounds better!' Gunter retorted. He continued, "Are there 2 recognized leaders of these companies?"
Bryan, 'There are 4 actually. One human and one synthetic on each side. You will only be able to speak with one faction at a time as they become rather argumentable in each others presence. They are expecting you.'
"Great! Sentient cars that determine whether or not billions enjoy their tunes while getting baked. Alright Bryan let's get this show on the road."
Bryan, 'I thank you for your cooperation. Your empathy and desire to help others is an extremely valuable gift.'
Gunter said vociferously, "Hey any so-called 'gifts' I got were bestowed upon me by my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ!"
Bryan, 'My apologies if any misunderstanding or insult was perceived by you.'
"Fine, make a hole"

At the end of the usual and now familiar 5 minute fall into the wormhole, Gunter emerged into a quite vast living quarters that was floored in gleaming polished concrete. Even the doors were 3 times the width of a normal door. In 6 seconds an older man appeared with a closely trimmed all white goatee accompanied by matching moustache and sideburns and a long ponytail draped over his left shoulder. He looked to be a fit man at around 5'10", maybe 180lbs. He was calm and direct as he said, "Welcome, My name is Esteban. You are from the 131st quadrant overseers? is that correct?"
Gunter responded, "Yes, my name is Gunter." Esteban was not fazed for a second and asked, "And what makes you think you qualify to be able to come up with any kind of solution to our current difficulties?"
Gunter grinned slightly and glanced at an empty corner of the large room and a huge Steinway & Sons grand piano appeared.
Esteban controlled his surprise quite well but it was still obvious that the demonstration shocked the s**t out of him! He went over to the majestic instrument and played a few keys to verify that it wasn't just a 3D projection of some sort. It was real and the notes from its supreme construction sounded crisp and perfect.
He reached into his pocket and drew out what looked like a keyfob with buttons on it. In 22 seconds Gunter heard what sounded like a highly modified street engine and through another entrance on the other side of the room appeared what resembled to him an old ford 5 window coupe modified for performance with wider tires and an open hood showing a gleaming chrome plated and polished V8. As the car approached Gunter became aware that the headlights more resembled human eyes and the grille and bumper combination looked like a nose and mouth. This was confirmed as the vehicle entered and said, "What's up Esteban? Who's this bozo?"
Gunter, even with his vast experience with synthetics was quite surprised and taken aback at the casual voice. The tone, timbre and volume of the short statement bespoke a truly independent intelligence who was an individual apart from anyone or anything else.
Esteban said, "He's from the 131st guys and he's got a little bit of a talent that may be useful to us."
The coupe sort of laughed and said, "Great, fix my fu***ng injectors!"
Gunter closed his eyes for a few seconds, he had taken off the restriction of voice only commands, and the coupe suddenly let out a huge backfire and burned rubber backwards letting out a huge whoop of delight! "Holy s**t! I'm sorry Esteban, I know you do your best with me but this is incredible! It feels like my entire air/fuel intake system is brand new!
I can breathe!"
Gunter stepped right up and said, "Look, you guys can be amazed and ponder about my so-called talent, but I'm here to solve a problem so please elaborate and explain exactly to me what this problem is!"
"Its the Bills!" Both Esteban and the coupe said at once. "They've been claiming their superiority of their construction and their music for decades! It's simply not true!"
Gunter interjected here and said, "You know you guys are causing a lot of problems on a great many worlds because of this dispute. You should know that you have a responsibility to provide the musical needs for these planets. By the way, I've never heard any of your music. Would you mind giving me a sample?"

The Coupe opened its doors and what sounded to Gunter like a combination of classical orchestral and old style acid rock came out in astounding clarity! It quickly made Gunter feel relaxed and energetic at the same time. This was really good, he thought to himself.
Now he understood the problem much better. He could understand why so many civilizations paid for and enjoyed this music. It wasn't just the actual music itself , it was the physical effect it had on your body, making you feel good and energetic! He didn't want any of it to filter down to Earth. It would put everyone in the music industry out of work!
"Wow!", Gunter said after a few minutes, "And the 'Bills' have the same capacity as you do to create this music?"
Coupe, "Of course! We collaborate on almost all things musical. That's not the problem. The problem is that they think they're better than a Forg! They say we're not as fast or reliable...yadda, yadda, yadda. And that's a bunch of bulls**t!"
Gunter was looking a little perplexed and asked, "This dispute is over performance and reliability statistics?"
Coupe and Esteban, "HELL YES!"
Gunter headed for the nearest comfortable looking chair shaking his head in disbelief. ,"Can I get an ice cold bottle of sparkling mineral water please?"
Esteban took out his cell phone and requested the water. Three minutes later a young woman brought in a bucket of ice with water bottles in it.

After satisfying his thirst and thinking on this problem for a bit Gunter stood up and approached the 2 once again, "Do you use the same kind of engine in all your cars?"
Coupe, "Of course, Built Forg Tough! That's our motto." "But you have different displacement sizes right?" Gunter inquired.
Coupe, "No, Forg engines are all at 5.8 liters. The Bills are 5.7."
This information gave Gunter an Idea. "What if I were to give you a new engine?"
Esteban stepped in at this point, "The original designers only left us with the specifications and tooling for the 5.8."
Gunter asked , "You mean to say that no one has developed anything new in centuries? Are you willing to try one out?"
Coupe, "It ain't gonna hurt is it?"
Gunter, "No, but I will also have to reinforce your suspension, driveline and differential. And you will have to be careful about losing traction."
Coupe laughed and said, "I know how to drive ok!" "Very well." Gunter said and went back to the chair to relax and concentrate for a minute.

Gunter remembered an engine he had seen and read about that was made years earlier. A 427 cubic inch single overhead cam monster with crossbolted mains, 4 weber carburetors and aluminum heads. He also thought of a racing driveshaft, u joints and differential to handle the extra torque.

Coupe all of a sudden yelled out, "OH YEAH!" And peeled out across the vast room. "Esteban. Hop in. You gotta feel this to believe it!"
Esteban got in and they burned rubber all the way across the room nearly colliding with a wall. Esteban and Coupe were both laughing when they got back to Gunter.
Gunter announced that he was supposed to go visit the Billet guys. Coupe said, "You aint gonna give 'em one of these are you?"
Gunter, "No. That engine is proprietary to Forg. I've given you all blueprints and specifications necessary so that you will be able to manufacture this engine."

Gunter promptly made a wormhole back to the 131st headquarters as he did not know the location of the Billet headquarters. Bryan was waiting for him upon his arrival and asked, 'How's it going?' Gunter, "Well I've given Forg something to think about, now I need to visit the Bills and do the same so I can get them together again."
Gunter thought, as he was 'falling' to the Bills office, that other peoples problems always seem to be easily fixed by someone looking at it from an outside perspective.

When he arrived he was greeted by a middle aged man of his height but weighed less, probably only 140 or 150 at most, with piercing blue eyes.
"My name is Herb. Nice to meet you."
A vehicle rumbled thru a wide doorway across the room. To gunter it was vaguely reminiscent of an old Dodge Royal from around 1957.
Coincidentally Herb introduced him as Roy.
Gunter went through the same scenario as he had with Forg. When he got to giving Roy a new powerplant however Gunter was ready with the solution. A 426 Hemi with 2 four barrel carburetors, aluminum heads and headers with 3 inch exhaust. Of course a beefed up drive train and suspension was added.
Roy and Herb were just as ecstatic as Coupe and Esteban.
Gunter made his proposition, "Look guys, my only purpose here is to get everybody to be cooperative again so your music production can once again fulfill the needs of many thousands of worlds. I've given you a new direction to pursue as far as performance and reliability is concerned, I have also given a different platform to Forg to explore. Now, would you be willing to face off with each other in a 1/4 mile drag race to gauge both of your performance issues?"
Both Roy and Herb agreed confidently, "Bring it on!"
Gunter went back to Coupe and Esteban with the proposal and was met with the same enthusiastic "Hell yes!"

The race was held at an airport located conveniently for both parties to travel to. Gunter manifested an accurate dragstrip and informed both parties that when the green light lit up on the 'christmas tree' to get to the finish line as fast as you can. He couldn't believe these knuckleheads never thought of drag racing to gauge performance before.
When they were set and the light hit green, both were off in a cloud of tire burning smoke. It was very close but Coupe edged out Roy by half a second at the finish line. They drove back laughing and jesting with one another though, thoroughly enjoying the competition.
Esteban said, "Man, we should've thought of doing this a long time ago." Roy, Coupe and Herb all agreed.
Gunter said hopefully, "So music production will now continue?"
Coupe said, "Yeah, no problem. We got a whole new genre of performance to think about now and that gives us the impetus to make more music."

Gunter wormholed his way back home.
Feeling rather satisfied with himself he realized that he hadn't eaten in many hours, so he made his way into the kitchen. Time had not progressed here as it had for him and Lori was just finishing up some Salisbury steak and gravy with Rice pilaf. She was becoming a better cook Gunter noticed.
She said, "Its about time!"
"Sorry hun, I got busy with a couple details."
"It's fine, actually you're right on time. This is just about ready."

Gunter loved his wife very much and was extremely proud of what a wonderful mother and homemaker she had become. He was very hesitant however to explain everything that he had been through lately as it was totally unbelievable! Of course he could just manifest something in front of her to prove it, but he was very content with his family and home life and did not want to disturb that with the 'Magic' that he had suddenly been endowed with. He was very hesitant to use it at all actually.

After a few weeks of 'normalcy', getting back into the swing of things, he found himself relaxing in the office at his production facility, ironing out a couple details of a few contracts, when that familiar gust of wind nearly knocked him out of his chair. Lo and behold Bryan was standing there and greeted him, not surprising Gunter very much.
"What are you bothering me for this time Bryan?"
Bryan, 'I apologize for any inconvenience my visit may have caused you. I am here to ask you about a proposition that my superiors feel is warranted due to your efficiency and expedience in resolving the last 2 assignments and were curious if you might be interested in working for us in a great many other situations that we are currently dealing with.'
Gunter laughed out loud, "Are you offering me a job?"
'In a manner of speaking, yes, that is correct.' Bryan said without hesitation.
Gunter had been self employed all his life pursuing his passion for animatronics quite successfully, but the thought of adventuring to new worlds and experiencing alien cultures and possibly improving upon their lives and civilizations, was just too much to ignore.
"And what sort of compensation am I to expect if I agree to help you out?" Gunter retorted.
Bryan, 'There is nothing we can offer you that you cannot manifest yourself with the device you acquired from Elvin. We can only offer you the opportunity to experience and possibly aid in the well being and serenity of many civilizations.'
Gunter kind of figured that was going to be Bryan's response but did not want to make a decision one way or the other just yet. He told Bryan to give him a few days while he thought about the proposal and he would let him know. He already knew that it interested him a great deal but wanted to think about the particulars of planet-hopping and troubleshooting entire civilizations at a moments notice. His family and life here were more important to him than the billions of other people in this or any other galaxy.
Bryan thanked him and produced another mini windstorm upon his departure.

Gunter has always been a bit of a romantic sort of guy in that he took his marriage seriously. He loved Lori. That meant to him that they shared a life together. He came to the conclusion that he must share this mind-boggling series of events he has been through lately and the ability he now possesses with her.
Lori was not an intellectual person by any means but, she was very pragmatic and trusting of her husband.
After Gunter explained it all to her and demonstrated his 'manifestation' capabilities by giving her a dozen long-stemmed roses that appeared right next to her, she just hugged Gunter, gave him a kiss and told him that she trusts whatever he does because she knows he will only do great things with it, as he has done with everything else.
Gunter was a little overcome with her total support. Without asking any questions or expressing any doubts she was, as always, his life partner who would be there for him no matter what path he chose. He felt like the luckiest guy on Earth at this moment!

The next morning, after informing Lori of his plans for the day, he went to 1 of his garages and made a wormhole to Bryans place. Upon entering he was faintly surprised that Bryan was nowhere to be seen. He knows that the mini windstorm produced by the wormhole always notifies anyone within a fifty meter radius that someone has arrived. He had been here enough times to vaguely remember the layout and went directly to Bryan's office.
When he entered, he was met with an unfamiliar woman wearing what appeared to be a jumpsuit from a skydiving school.
"Greetings, I am Miranda. You are Gunter from Earth, is that correct?"
"Yes, what's going on?"
Miranda took a breath and started to explain, "Bryan was tasked with attempting to settle a schism between two major factions on a planet that is the only supplier of fossil fuels in 1/3 of this portion of the galaxy. He, unfortunately, became a prisoner of one faction that assumed he was a spy for the other side. I am aware of who you are and the offer that was extended to you. If you had not come here, I would have come to you in the next 5 minutes. I am a part of the council that determines which problems on other civilizations take precedence. We were the ones who gave Bryan the authority to offer it to you."
She paused allowing Gunter to digest this information.
Gunter, "You want me to bust Bryan out of the hoosegow?"
Stone faced Miranda almost smiled, "We wish for you to assist Bryan in what he was tasked for."
Gunter acquiesced and said, "make a hole. Wait a minute! If he's in jail why can't he just make his own wormhole to get out?"
Miranda, "The officials of this planet have a security system in place which precludes the use of a wormhole type of device."
"Then how am I supposed to get him out and complete the assignment?" Gunter countered
Miranda answered, "We have faith in your ingenuity and abilities."
"Ok, then how am I supposed to get to this planet at all if we can't wormhole to it?"
Miranda, "Their security measures only extend to the facility in which Bryan is incarcerated. He did not realize this was in place when he entered."
Gunter thought for a minute, manifested himself a strawberry, banana and blackberry smoothie, then posed to Miranda, "Can you at least explain to me what it is that differentiates the 2 factions and which one is holding Bryan?"
Miranda, "One part of the world is exclusively devoted to the development of coal as it's major source of fuel. It is estimated that the capacity available to mine and sell is greater than a thousand other worlds combined. The other is exclusively developing crude oil as its product and is the major supplier for many thousands of worlds that need it for their civilization's needs. This planet is 3 times the size of Earth and is quite abundant in these materials. We estimate that they have a sufficient quantity of both to last for another 2,000 of your years at the current rate of production. The leader of the coal faction is quite irascible and suspicious of outsiders. That is who is holding Bryan."
Gunter thought about this for a moment. "Why do they not just cooperate with each other since they have such an overabundance of materials?"
Miranda, "They are in strict competition with each other over which is more efficient and practical for use."
Gunter, "No way! They are fighting with each other over which one is better to use?! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! They must be extremely rich if they are supplying thousands of planets with their product."
Miranda, "Currently we believe that they have a monetary reserve equal to approximately 10,392 other planets in this quadrant."
That made Gunter cough on his smoothie and blurted out, "Yer kiddin me?! Including Earth?"
Miranda, "Earth's reserves are inconsequential compared to the capacity this world possesses."
Gunter was trying to wrap his head around this mind-boggling amount of wealth and his age-old avaricious side started to quiver with excitement. All he could manage to say at this point was, "WOW! Let me get this straight, they are arguing over which is more advantageous for the use of thousands of civilizations...is that correct?"
"That is essentially the problem, yes." Miranda acquiesced.
Gunter, "What a bunch of boneheads! They're richer than s**t and yet they argue over which one is better?! That's just plain stupid!!"
"We have no explanation for their behavior. You, however, have proven yourself to be adaptive to different situations and have supplied solutions to problems no one else has been able to." Miranda explained.
That made Gunter feel kinda good coming from an overseer of a gigantic amount of the local universe. He had always been compassionate and caring of others but being entrusted with the well-being of the wealthiest planet of this part of the universe and the continued harmony of many thousands of other worlds, was just a little intimidating.
Gunter, "Let me research this for a day and I'll get back to you."
Miranda, "That is acceptable. We appreciate your assistance."

Gunter had no experience in the fossil fuel industry so he started perusing the i'net to see what he could find. After a couple hours he thought he may have come up with a solution to the problem at hand. It depended heavily on what these 2 factions have tried in the past but he felt good about the small 'stopgap' advice he was going to provide to them. After informing Lori of his agenda and purpose, he was rather shocked that Lori asked him if she might accompany him on this assignment. This is one of the reasons he loved her so much, she was willing and eager to share in whatever he was to experience. He did not foresee any problems with this so he educated her on the usage of the wormhole and assured her of their safety due to his rapport with the Elvin device. Viktor was at a friends house for a few days. He was unaware of his father's capabilities. Gunter wanted both him and her to explain to him about it but in order to do so Lori had to experience it first hand. Much to Gunter's surprise, Lori had no issues with the 5 minute fall through the wormhole. She said, "That was fun!"
Miranda greeted them, not at all fazed by Lori's appearance, and said, "I take it that you are amenable to be tasked with this issue?"
Gunter ignored Miranda's question and made introductions, "Lori, this is Miranda. Miranda, this is my wife Lori."
Lori, always polite, reached out her hand and said, "Nice to meet you."
Unflappable Miranda was suddenly flappable as she was offered actual physical contact with another. Gunter kind of snickered as Miranda took Lori's hand. The unflappable Miranda came back and said, "May I assume that you have found some sort of procedure that may alleviate this issue?"
Gunter, "Don't know til I try! Let's get this show on the road! BRING IT ON!"
Lori giggled as Miranda produce a wormhole with the usual resulting windstorm. Miranda announced, "This will lead you to Vincent's office. He is in charge of the coal faction who is holding Byan."

When Gunter and a gleeful Lori arrived, she definitely enjoyed the wormhole, they were met by an affable older gentleman with long gray hair, smooth shaven face and loosely fitting clothes that reminded Gunter of a pair of pajamas. Gunter decisively walked forward to shake his hand and introduce himself and Lori. Vincent was welcoming but hesitant.
Being informed of Vincent's short temper Gunter immediately went on the offensive and demanded, politely, to the release of Bryan so they might be able to resolve the problem at hand.
Vincent stood still for a moment, never being demanded of anything in his experience.
He slowly replied, "Your compatriot would not admit to his compliance with the crude oil companies therefore we had no choice but to conclude that his only interest would be towards their benefit. Do you have proof of anything otherwise?"
Gunter manifested a suede sofa for him and Lori to rest upon. Vincent stepped back with his mouth open.
"Don't get your panty's in a twist. Lori and I are merely here to give you a possible solution to your current problem with the crude oil faction. Are you interested in what we have to say?" Gunter said this with a great amount of confidence and a wee bit of a threat, after the demonstration his manifestation capabilities.
Vincent was very slow to answer, "I am interested in any kind of solution you might have to alleviate our difficulties. I will have your associate released immediately."

Having the ability to manifest anything was a very powerful tool when dealing with those who cannot, and Gunter knew this. Lori just kind of giggled and held Gunters hand on the suede sofa and said, "We need one of these for the den."
Gunter came back at her, "We don't have a den."
Lori, "We will when we get back home." He smiled and nodded to her his acquiescence.
Five minutes later Bryan entered the room.
Gunter immediately introduced his wife to Bryan and completely ignored Vincent. As Bryan was getting acquainted with Lori, an exasperated Vincent announced, "Are you here to help or is this a dinner party?"
As gunter was about to reply with animosity Lori forged right ahead and went face to face with Vincent,
"You better be more respectful of my husbands willingness to even look into your piddly-ass little problems when he can do anything he wants!"
Even Gunter was a bit taken aback at his wife's vociferous attack on Vincent. He was also extremely proud of her.
Vincent apologized and said, "I would be most interested in any suggestions you might have pertaining to our situation."

Gunter outlined some key facts that have been overlooked concerning their respective industries.

Coal emits an inordinate amount of CO, which is usable energy being wasted, however when combined with oil the efficiency rate of it's usable energy increases by a huge 40%. This translates to an approximate increase of their products efficacy to a whopping 1 and a half times! Meaning they will receive almost 50% more in profit from the same amount they are currently producing!
Gunter did his homework.
Vincent was visibly astonished with this information but Gunter was prepared with a 8GB thumb drive that outlined the process and handed it to him.
Lori and Bryan were talking and Gunter did not have the heart to tell her that he was a synthetic.. It didn't really matter too much to him anyway.

They made themselves comfortable for a few days while the 2 factions hammered out the details of the proposed collaboration between them.

When all was settled Lori and Gunter went back home a few minutes after they had left. Lori was ecstatic with the adventure and told Gunter he will not go on another assignment without her. Gunter was fine with that and just snickered, "Whatever you say boss."
They hugged, kissed and enjoyed themselves for the rest of the evening.

Lori and Gunter became the "GO TO" people whenever any kind of problem the universal overseers could not take care of themselves.

Those assignments are well documented and available for inspection upon formal inquiries at the 131st quadrant headquarters of the overseers of the universe.

Good luck getting there