The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 5 (My Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 5 (My 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
OF COURSE, when I showed my handwritten version of Dad’s story to Brenda on Monday afternoon, it wasn’t as complete as you’ve read it here. A lot of details were revealed to me later and I added them in when I typed the manuscript. Brenda nodded and clutched my hand as she read from the journal.
Brenda is one of the few people who can read my handwriting. We weren’t taught penmanship in school like our parents were. We were probably the last generation who could even read cursive writing. Our kids had been taught keyboard skills from kindergarten on. Even their printing was suspect. I was sure neither Lisa nor Zach could read my writing.
It felt really good to sit with a fountain pen and scrawl this stuff in the journal. I felt like a part of my life had been missing ever since college.
“This is really intense,” Brenda whispered when she’d finished reading it. “You are a really good writer.”
“It’s not supposed to be about my writing,” I laughed. “It’s Dad’s story. I just want to make it sound believable.”
“It is. What do you suppose happened to him that left him homeless when he met Mom?”
“Whatever it was, it hit him so hard that he still doesn’t want to talk about it. When I asked questions, it was like he didn’t even hear them,” I said. “When are the kids getting home?”
“It won’t be too long, I suppose. They have school tomorrow. Zach and his classmates are already in full-party mode,” Brenda said. “The school might as well hold graduation now and just mail out diplomas. I don’t think there’s a senior who has his head in school.”
“I’ll talk to Zach when we go out Wednesday,” I said.
“You’re getting him a car?”
“I promised. We set a budget and I’ll go with him to pick it out. I should call Loren Aisley and have him come along to evaluate the car. I’ve never been very good at used car shopping. Loren was the gearhead of my high school. And Zach likes him.”
“Zach is looking forward to the time with you, honey. Even if you don’t get the perfect car, he’ll be happy. He is more interested in something he can fix up than in having the perfect car.”
“He’s really going to go to that auto repair school, isn’t he?” I sighed. “I hope he’s making a good choice. I won’t complain, though, if it’s what makes him happy.”
“You don’t need to worry,” Brenda said. “Zach has a good head on his shoulders. He’s putting a lot of consideration into what he really loves. And we have always told the kids that they should do what they love, right?”
“They just haven’t realized that doing what they love for a living might not be as satisfying as just having a job and doing what they love because they love it,” I said.
Writing Dad’s story had just hammered that point home. It had been more satisfying to spend the past day writing because I loved it than all the hours I spent writing technical manuals and documentation. I loved to write, but writing for a living didn’t mean I was enjoying it. Not that I hated my job. It was good and I worked with good people. It’s just that writing Dad’s little story had awakened something inside me that left me feeling unfulfilled.
“Well, Lisa has decided she wants to learn all Mom’s recipes. We’ll see how that discovery sits with her academic aspirations,” Brenda said.
“They sure had fun baking Christmas cookies. My whole office gained five pounds,” I laughed.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Mom and Lisa cooked up the idea that the kitchen gadgets that wouldn’t fit in their new kitchen should come here so she can show Lisa how to use them all.”
“Oh, my gosh. Mom has a gadget for everything! Didn’t she show Lisa how to use the pineapple slicer a couple of weeks ago? I didn’t even know Lisa liked pineapple,” I said.
“One of her favorite things right now. This morning, she sliced one and packaged all the slices to take to school in her lunches this week. I need to get her to clean the counters better afterward. That pineapple juice is so sticky I left part of my cookbook stuck to the counter last week.”
The aura of satisfaction that settled over me after my weekend of writing didn’t last the first hour of work on Tuesday morning. The high tech health industry is alive and well, even if its patients aren’t. Bad joke. We had a team meeting and by ten o’clock we were all feeling overwhelmed. Excited, but overwhelmed.
“You all know I’m John Parsons,” the chief of our technology group started the meeting. “I’m taking the lead personally for the new team. This is the official kick-off for a project we’ve been toying with for the past two years. Management thinks it is finally time to make a commitment. This is the team we’ve selected. I know some of you have things to wrap up on other projects, so we’re going to focus on tying up loose ends and transitioning ongoing projects to other resources this week.”
We were all paying attention. We only had two tech writers in the company, and I knew I still had weeks of work to wrap up the docs I’d been working on. No one had been called in to document that project until it was almost ready to release. I guessed it was a positive sign that they were assigning a writing resource for the new project up front. I supposed that meant I’d still have my current projects for the foreseeable future.
“We’re onboarding three new employees this week, so some of you will have people to hand your current projects off to. Nathaniel, Paul, and Rhonda, that includes you three, specifically. We’ve known we needed another writer, interface engineer, and tester for some time. This was a good excuse to move on that front,” John said.
“Besides, graduation at the University is this week and we had people lined up to start immediately anyway,” Rhonda whispered to me. I nodded.
“HR is meeting with the new hires now. The three of you will have a shadow from the time you walk out of this meeting until the end of the week. Make sure everything you currently have on your desk is in the hands of your replacement by Friday. Friday afternoon, you’ll be moving offices so we can consolidate all the new work in one area. The Friday move includes all of you, not just the three getting replacements. You’ll all be getting better digs on the fifth floor, so don’t start complaining yet.”
That changed things significantly. I was getting a ‘replacement.’ I wondered if this was a way to just usher me out the door rather than into a new office. There was a lot of education to be done in order to transition my current project over to a new body. I wondered what they had in mind for me at this stage of the new project.
“Our initial task is scope and specification. That’s one of the reasons we have writing, testing, and interface designers on board already. Engineers and program managers will take the lead during this first week or two, even though they, too, will be shifting projects to other resources this week. Monday, I want our first official specification meeting to start. Program managers will continue to own the specs, but they will be reviewed and passed by both writing and testing. Before line one of code gets written, I want a spec that has a complete test harness.”
If we went by job description and training, that was the way every project was supposed to run. Unfortunately, documentation and testing were often relegated to looking at what had already been done in writing code. If this project worked the way the process flowchart said it should, it would be a pleasure to be on this team. For me, at least.
“Here’s the project,” John said, starting a slide presentation. “Our mission is to design and create software that will power the Micron Guardian implantable health monitor. The miniature device is designed to test and monitor individual health markers and report them to a smartwatch, cell phone, or service. We’ve been pitching our ability to write the software for it and they’ve bought into our company. Literally. They’ve become an investor. This is going to change the medical device landscape.
“You will have access to the hardware specification this afternoon. Our task is to specify and create the brain of this device. If it is something that can be determined by testing the blood or tissue in a person, we should have the brains to run the test and report it, 24/7.”
“Sounds like the holy grail. Didn’t people accuse Gates of implanting that kind of tracking device when the COVID vaccines first came out?” Adam asked. He was one of the founding engineers of our company and usually looked like he was asleep in his corner office. Then we’d see a memo that congratulated him for the issuance of a dozen new patents none of us knew he was working on.
“Well, this isn’t science fiction. It’s never been possible to inject a computer chip into the human body through a vaccine needle. It will probably be done the same way other implants are done—through a catheter or local incision.”
“We can call it ‘Grail’,” Paul said.
“Too loaded with religious implication,” John said.
“Arthur?” Rhonda asked.
“Or a knight of the Round Table?” John asked. “Who found the Holy Grail?”
“Galahad,” I said automatically. Everyone stopped their side conversations.
“Really?” Rhonda asked.
“Uh ... Yes. He was the purest of Arthur’s knights. There were two others who found the grail. I can’t remember. One of them was Perceval.”
“You just happen to know this?” John asked.
“I was an English major,” I laughed.
“And now we know why we have a writer on the team from the very beginning. Let’s do this! Team Galahad is now officially in pursuit of the holy grail,” John said. We all had work to do, but a bunch of us continued talking over lunch.
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