Chapter 2

They seemed to have slept for a century, waking up in a daze, what caught their eyes was the endless blue sky. Alpha quickly turned to confirm that his brothers were beside him before letting a sigh of relief.

"Fuck, what is this place? Were we kidnapped?" Apollo asked in total bewilderment.

[You were not kidnapped]

"Whose there? Come out now." Alaric said in a commanding tone. The three of them had clearly heard the voice.

[I am in your consciousness. I am a civilization technology spar from a parallel universe billions of light years away. I have brought you three to this planet called Tirion with similar characteristics to earth.]

"You mean, we are not on earth now? So where is this place? Are the people here human? Are we in danger?" Alpha, always the observant one asked.

[You are on a continent called Zuyama, in a planet called Tirion. The timeline is around at the end of the 12th century. Today's date being, 1 September 1199 The people here are humans, but the people of Zuyama continent are a bit different from the rest of the world. You are in danger as this is an extremely primitive planet.]

"What the hell did you bring us here for, if we are going to die?" Apollo asked quickly in anger. He was pissed off at the situation.

[You are not going to die. Hosts, have you not noticed I enhanced your bodies? I used the last genetic serum to enhance you completely. In essence your bodies are at their most optimum, your cells age twice as slow as a normal human and your memory, agility and strength are at the highest possible human potential.]

It was at this time that the three guys realized that their bodies looked around fourteen years old. They had been so shocked in being in a new world that the had subconsciously ignored their shrunk body size. The advantage of looking alike came in here, the needed no mirrors as looking at their brother was like looking at themselves.

"Well damn! We are fucking teenagers again!" Alpha marveled.

"Brothers, be quiet and let us figure out our situation fast, if you have not noticed it will be dark in a few hours and we will need to find food and shelter." Alaric, always the voice of reason, told his younger brothers.

"Alaric is right, we need to gather as much information from the technology spar as possible and figure out our means of survival. So none of us should interrupt it's explanation until the end ok?" Alpha said to his brothers as he sat down ready to hear what the spar had to say.

[Thank you host Alpha. As I was saying, I am a civilization technology spar. I have stored scientific and technological knowledge from ancient times to the present, all-inclusive literary works, manufacturing of industrial products and production of every material.

The three hosts will be able to access the technological library and can subtle transmit scientific and technological knowledge in other people's minds through the spars knowledge conductor. Warning: The conducted technology can only be from the most basic technology. In short the hosts cannot transmit gun making technology before iron forging technology lights up.

Zuyama continent is like a twice combined Africa, America and Australia continent. Here you will find everything that was native to those three continents in your world. The spar only provides technology information and everything else is up to the hosts to explore. You are to develop your own tools to master this continent.

The other continents are Europa -which is thrice the size of the one on earth, Asia- thrice as big as the one on earth and Araca- which is where the former Africa is and twice it's size and the undiscovered Kulis continent.

This continent has an obvious disadvantage over the other three continents, while the rest of the world here is similar to 13th century earth, on Zuyama the males are excessively more than the females. And the continent is still in the primitive tribal society structure.

Your mission is to build an empire here.]

Alaric, Alpha and Apollo kept quiet for a few minutes as they digested this new information.

"Let me get this straight, this uhm spar, brought us here to build civilization, right? It must be the odd box in grandfather's room then. So it specifically chose us. Just look at the our careers, military, politics and economics, we were practically trained for this. I wonder if the old man knew about this." Alaric said to his brothers conversationally.

"I think he did, he kept emphasizing on that old house for so long and remember he told us not to settle down until our thirty-fifth birthday had passed? Sounds grounds for conviction to me." Alpha said in agreement.

"It was not like we were ever going to get married in that society. Nobody would accept our terms, remember how the women called us queers? We were good enough for one-night stands but not for settling down with. " Apollo said with remembered bitterness.

The three brothers mood became somber for a few seconds before the voice of the spar rang in their heads.

[Hosts, your dream country can be created here. The disadvantage on this continent can be turned into your advantage. You see on Zuyama, the males are way more than females and many die without ever finding their mates because of the Rana mark. It is the mating mark that a group of males have to find their female mates. In short, Zuyama men are polyamorous.

But each group of brothers is born with a unique Rama Mark, it serves as their family court of arms if you will. On the Rama Mark, there are lines to indicate how many mates a group of brothers can find. But the women cannot be chosen randomly, only a the true mate of the brother's can fill the Rama line, changing the pattern from a faint red to a black tattoo.

All Zuyama males function as units, in groups for survival, it could be two males, three, four or five at the most. And so are you three. This is why you were chosen to cross time and space.

Hosts, this place is the place you dream of, a truly polyamorous society with no church doctrines governing it. By the way, the three of you can communicate via your brain since you are all linked to me as your center. It is my gift to you. You will communicate in the Zuyaman language from now on. Remember this is a barbaric era. Goodbye]