The Great Altruist by Z. D. Robinson Page A

sulked further, burying her face away from Jadzia’s gaze.
     
                “What’s the matter?” Jadzia asked.
     
                Genesis faced Jadzia as tears streamed down her face. “I’m so sorry!” she cried. “I had no idea that would happen to you; I swear!”
     
                “Do you think I’m angry with you?”
     
                She nodded.
     
                “You told me before we left that you’d never done it before. How were you supposed to know?”
     
                “I thought you were going to die,” she said, the tears still rolled down her cheeks.      “I’ve never killed a person before.”
     
                “And you still haven’t,” Jadzia replied with a smile. “There’s good news, though. It worked!”
     
                “The transfer? You remember everything?”
     
                “Like I was there watching it happen. I can’t believe it really. I figured the memories would be hazy like my own, but they’re so vivid and real. Is this how you remember things?”
     
                “It’s not a blessing. I don’t forget anything .”
     
                Jadzia reached and took Genesis into her hands. “Listen to me,” she said. “I’m not angry with you. You’ve given me a gift. And I’m so grateful for that.” She extended her arms and Genesis lifted into the air under her own power.
     
                She climbed a small pear tree and picked some fruit, tossing a pear to Genesis who quickly caught it and began to eat.
     
                “So, what next?” Genesis asked.
     
                “After we eat, I want to prevent World War II.”
     
                Genesis was taken aback by her sudden determination and brevity. “Are you sure you feel all right? You were just in a coma for four months.”
     
                “Actually, I feel great,” Jadzia said. “Maybe it’s because I had another decent night’s rest. Or maybe I just feel so well-protected.”
     
                “It’s good to see you so lively.”
     
                Jadzia climbed down from the tree, her arm cradling half a dozen pieces of fruit. She set them in a pile on the grass and devoured one in a matter of seconds. “This is pretty good.”
     
                “Where would you like to begin?”
     
                “Well, I thought we should start with the invasion of my country, but that will only delay the war.”
     
                Genesis finished eating her pear and tossed the core under a bush. A squirrel quickly rushed down from a tree and absconded with it. “You’re right,” she said. “Britain and France would let Hitler get away with anything at that point.”
     
                “That’s what we need to change then,” Jadzia said. “We need to prevent the meeting in Munich from happening.”
     
                “I have another idea,” she mused. “Either way, we need to be careful. I recommend we first watch what happens without our intervention before making any changes.”
     
                “But we already know what happened?”
     
                “We know what history books say happened. I want to see what happened with my own eyes.”
     
                “Whose mind should I transfer to?”
     
                “Obviously we can’t ever use Hitler’s - his mind is too poisoned. I’ll need to enter the stream and find the right mind first.”
     
                Jadzia set the fruit aside and readied herself. “Let’s go.”
     
     
     
                A few moments later, Jadzia opened her eyes and looked around the strange room. She looked at her hands which were those of a man. A nearby mirror affirmed what she expected: she was in the body of a German officer, his