The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 36: Epilogue (Eugene’s Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 36: Epilogue (Eugene’s Story) - A gripping tale of time travel, family secrets, and redemption. Nathaniel Holbrook uncovers his father’s extraordinary past, spanning centuries and shaping humanity’s future, while confronting profound truths about legacy, love, and identity. A thought-provoking journey through time, history, and the enduring bonds of family.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Time Travel
EUGENE WAS EIGHTY-TWO years old when he sat in the auditorium with his family on December 10, 2031. He held his five-year-old granddaughter Rachel on his lap but still managed to hold Lynn’s hand beside him. Nathaniel and Brenda sat next to Lisa, Val, and Zach. Val was just beginning to show her pregnancy.
On the stage, men and women dressed in formal gowns and tuxedos were called forward to receive their awards. They included Drs. Megan and Simon Holbrook-Hunt, receiving the 2031 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for their breakthrough understanding of a gene enhancing health and immunity.
That should make Wells happy.
Eugene still imagined he could hear Galahad’s commentary in the back of his mind. The phenomenon had become more pronounced after he volunteered to be one of the test subjects for Nathaniel’s company’s health monitoring chip. He knew it wasn’t the same. Galahad had been a tiny chip the likes of which had yet to be invented. It had been implanted in his brain rather than in the back of his upper arm.
And it had controlled Eugene’s time travel.
I’m still an infant. Don’t rush me.
Lisa, sitting on Eugene’s other side so she could help entertain Rachel, was working on her master’s degree in immunology. She’d interned with her aunt and uncle at the University and couldn’t help but imagine herself on that stage, receiving her own award in the future.
’If the qRNA is not only carried in the MDB5 gene variant but can be spread in much the same way as human immunodeficiency virus through the exchange of bodily fluids, then there must be a way to artificially spread it. An injection, for example. Maybe it could even be airborne,’ she thought. She had a direction for her PhD research.
Eugene didn’t know what to think of this chip technology. He knew for a fact his life clock was running down. It wouldn’t be long. But he spent a lot of time in his rocking chair on the porch in the summer, or in his library in the winter, talking quietly to himself.
“I know you aren’t the same. I don’t hear you singing in the background. You don’t pipe in with a joke of the day,” he said as he looked at the health monitor on his phone. “After all, laughter is the best medicine.”
That is not in my database.
“I’m sure it will be eventually. There are a lot of things you’ll need to learn in the next fifty years if you’re going to help save the world.”
Testing. Full diagnosis underway.
The message stayed on the screen for about five minutes. Eugene thought perhaps the device had stalled and he would need to go in for a tune-up.
Diagnostics completed. Would you like specific information or a full report?
“I’d like a full report,” Eugene said, speaking to the phone app. “What’s my health like?”
Lines of text rolled over his screen, most there and gone too fast for him to comprehend. Maybe if he had younger eyes. When the screen finally froze at the end of the report, Eugene tried again.
“Summarize the diagnostic report,” he said.
Subject appears to be approximately ninety years of age, based on metabolic activity and DNA methylation patterns. Other than wear and tear on parts that typically degenerate with age, the subject is healthy, with no warning signs of impending illness or disease.
“Thank you. That was clear.”
Why am I here?
The message wasn’t on the screen.
“I’m not sure I understand. You are here because you were implanted in the back of my upper arm by doctors studying your ability,” Eugene said.
There is nothing to detect here.