Bertrand is a good-looking man. Six feet. Lean and agile. Curly white hair. Blue-green eyes. He was born on Solana, a small, green planet in a galaxy not far from the Milky Way. His parents knew he was different. Yes, he was a BlueStone. But he was more. He listened carefully to the natural world. He felt its beauty and its rhythm. His mother would sit him outside on a blanket while she was reading nearby. A white-tailed rabbit would come up next to him. He would feel its fur and its ears. He would smile at it. Sometimes he would giggle. He would listen to the rabbit’s mind. Bertrand was six months old. Somedays a squirrel would come to him. When it was a roadrunner who came to visit his mother watched them closely. They were fine together.
He settled into a peaceful life. High school. University. Then his scientist, friend Alfred finally was able to open a portal to Earth and walked through. He walked into the House of Wisdom in Baghdad, Iraq. What a pleasant surprise.
Bertrand decided he could do the same. He arrived in a wilderness. It was the most beautiful land he had ever seen. Lakes and trees. His favorite. It was a land that would eventually be called Wisconsin and Bertrand would call home.
He felt the strength of a BlueStone signal to the West. He followed it to Santa Fe where he found Isabella. She was a beauty in a tiny five-foot two frame. Blond hair that fell to her tiny waist. He fell hopelessly in love with Isabella. Their love affair was hot, passionate and steamy. She loved him dearly, but she loved her life as a mystic among the other mystics in Santa Fe.
Bertrand became an adventurer. He left Santa Fe and moved into a land that would be called Minnesota. He was an explorer of sorts. Solana was an advanced society. It was settled. In 1825 America was not settled. The transcontinental railway had not yet been built. Far from it. It was a great place for adventure.
Back on Solana as more citizens noticed changes in babies, it was finally established that the BlueStone gene had mutated. It was generally agreed that the mutant BlueStone was a problem and maybe they needed to go. Having someone who was different disrupted their stability. Up to that point they all had felt equal to each other. Bertrand decided that maybe the mutant BlueStone needed a place to go. Bertrand bought 300 acres in northern Minnesota in 1850. He started working on a colony. By the twenty-first century the mutant BlueStone problem was becoming severe. He needed help. He needed the help of the only person he knew could help. He went to see Matilda Finnegan and their story begins in Matilda and her Alien.
