At the heat death of the universe, a single colony held on tight to survival. The shields around the Royal Asteroid Colony had cost the Last Dynasty the wealth and natural resources of a million star systems. Now even this had run out. The King and Queen were ruthless out of love for their people. And love for each other. They had harnessed and drained the last burning red dwarf stars. Chose which systems to take of of life support, which to sacrifice and which to sustain.
Now, the only life left in the dying universe was sealed within the protective bubble surrounding this last asteroid. King Dramach and his wife, Queen Janis sat in the tower of the royal palace saying their last goodbyes to their infant son. King Dramach placed the baby Yendor into a great buzzing machine and watched him begin to phase out of existence.
Queen Janice wept. "Do not cry, my love. Our time is at an end. Our universe has lived long past it's time and we must let it go. But Prince Yendor's fate will not be with us. Using this machine we will send him backward in time to an age when a hundred trillion suns still burned bright. We will send him to the planet Earth in the late 1970's, where he will be raised as one of them.
"He will not be one of them." the Queen said. "Man had yet to visualize their potential in those dark times. Their dreams were small, their ambitions misguided. Is that how we want our son to be raised?"
"I have selected a couple on the plains of Kansas. Good and honest parents for our son. They will not raise him in the luxury of a palace, but he will be cherished and nurtured.
"Do we really wish that our only son be raised in mediocrity? Why not send our little Yendor to the very best Earth had to offer?"
"Because we want his inner will to shine on it's own. Here it will never be overshadowed. A wealthy or important family would impose their own ambitions on him, would overlook his natural talents and advantages over 20th century humans leaving his great powers to atrophe."
"This couple, Richard R. Penner and Rita L Penner of Emporia, Kansas, who's previous attempts at giving birth have all ended in the heartbreak of miscarriage, and who haven't a cent in the world...they want nothing more than to love and nurture a healthy son. They will cradle and encourage every aptitude and amplify his every strength out of love for the will he already possesses. Under care like theirs, even an average child would grow to shine the way stars in the sky used to."
King Dramach pushed a sequence on the machine's keypad and their flickering son vanished once and for all.
Meanwhile, on the Planet Earth, Richard Penner rushed his wife to the small Emporia Memorial Hospital where they were told that, not only was the woman pregnant unbeknownst to them both, but that she was nearing the end of her second trimester. However the baby was not doing well and the only chance of survival would be to perform an emergency C section immediately. The hospital was primitive even for a 20th century village. It was not equipped to keep such a premature child alive and so a helicopter was brought ready to airlift mother and child to an NICU in Kansas City as soon as the child was delivered. Either way, they were warned, the child's chances of survival were not good.
The mother was put under but the father was allowed to stay and watch as they began to operate. Tears swelled as he was reminded of their heartbreak from previous miscarriages. Richard knew that losing another unborn child would be too much to bare for either of them. Machines beeped and doctors rushed. blood spilled over cornflower blue scrubs. He heard helicopter blades above the tiny hospital. The sensors measuring the baby's heart rate fluctuated rapidly. At one point a nurse tripped over the wires, popping out the cables and resulting in a loud scraping of the flatline alarm.
The father panicked. But still the nurses worked feverishly until at last they pulled a small ball of flesh from his wife's belly and placed it inside a plexiglass box. The doctor gestured toward the helicopter paramedics, then turned to the father.
"Congratulations, Mr. Penner. It's a boy." He called Richard over to the incubator to take a look at the child. He was tiny. His body was small and bony. This was clearly not a lifeform meant to live outside of the mother's body. Inside the plexiglass chamber he looked like a tiny alien lifeform in the cockpit of a life-sustaining spacecraft. His eyes opened and they did not focus. He was a creature still adrift in time and space, not fully connected yet to the world of Kansas 1978.
"Mr. Penner. We will rush him to KC as fast as possible where they will do their best to save the child's life, but I must tell you that his O2 levels are frighteningly low. I'm afraid his lungs have not sufficiently developed yet. He will be very susceptible to infection and disease as he does not yet have a protective immune system. Here. Take a good look at your boy. If he ever gets well enough to go home with you, it will not be for months and months."
The doctor and the father knelt beside the incubator and suddenly a light filled the machine. The two of them had to shield their vision, and when they could focus again they could see the child growing before their very eyes. His blood red flesh plumped and filled out into a healthy pale pink. He stretched and his body lengthened. His feet grew to twice their previous length. His milky eyes closed tight and reopened a deep, dark green and brown supernova. Wavy auburn hair sprouted from his scalp. His arms and legs flexed and bulged with muscles that had not been there a few minutes earlier. And then his chest expanded and expanded and expanded and then contracted into a mighty blow of air that nearly shook the incubator lid off.
"He's breathing! It's a miracle!" The doctor exclaimed.
Richard pushed the doctor out of the way and he and the child stared each other in the eyes. In that glance, the child told the father that it was time to go home. Richard Penner removed the baby from the incubator and picked up his new son. This baby was now huge! He was no longer a premature thing. Now he looked like a baby of several months age.
The Father and son walked to the window and watched the helicopter fly away, and as it did the morning sun rose up above the perfectly flat plains and it's warmth bathed their pale skin. Before the sun went down that very day, the whole family, Richard R Penner, Rita L Penner, and the baby, now renamed Richard Richard Penner II, left the hospital comfortably wrapped in each other's arms. They got in their 1958 Dodge Dart and headed back to the trailer park to begin their lives together in the late 20th century.