ROV

by Eric Wilkins

  Thomas quickly began spinning the tracks to meet the mud slide head on but the rovers force field was not capable of withstanding total protection of the amount of mud water that the rover was crashing into.

  The force field was still working but now they were trapped beneath an air bubble covered with the Venus mud slide that the meteor had caused when it crashed into the lake.

  There we sat covered in mud with no hope of sending a rescue signal that could reach any concerned soul. We were doubtful that even radar could detect the rover under meters of mud.

  Emergency lighting suddenly engaged inside the under mud dark rover and Thomas and I were for the first time in our exploration extremely concerned.

  What can we do now Thomas exclaimed nervously. The rover can’t move inside the protective shield with the weight of all of that mud that’s on top of it.

  Even so I stated. We’re broadcasting an emergency signal anyway. It’s always possible someone will hear the signal and rescue us.

  Above the rover was nighttime on Venus and long hours dragged by as the crew anticipated some sort of a response from their emergency signal. Due to the excess mud coverage of the rover, by assumed sunrise the air supply had dwindled to 15 percent remaining and that included the air inside the protective bubble of the force field.

  We were indeed very trapped but I Celesta was not about to concede to being buried alive on Venus.

  I immediately began searching the computer to explore a possible solution to our dire straight situation. Hours of searching the computer database finally offered the only possible solution that could possibly help Thomas and I survive.

  Here it is I said.

  This rover archive article says it is possible to point the remaining forcefield in a forward direction and spin the force field up in a clockwise direction acting as a drill bit in front of the rovers path.

  It also states that the forward movement will be slow but it’s the only chance that we have to get out of this muddy mess. It also says that if our remaining power supply dwindles below 10 percent, that the force field will cease to exist. We’re at 38% power remaining in the rovers batteries now. We need to hurry up and give this solution a try.

  Agreed Thomas said as he began to input rovers computer with the proper sequence of codes to begin the process.

  The rover shook as Thomas engaged the order to begin the process of clockwise spinning the forcefield ahead of the under the mud rover. Immediately the power supply dropped to 35 % as the strain of the rotating forcefield engaged and the rover inched 15 degrees upward in a inch by inch progression.

  It may take hours for us to break out Thomas said but it is our only hope of survival. With the force field’s spinning motion our air supply has already dropped to 10 percent remaining. We definitely need to stay calm and breathe slowly to conserve air.

  Agreed I said. As I sat back in my seat and shut my eyes expressing to myself a prayer to the Almighty Creator to please let us survive.

  It seemed as the hours of slow forward motion were passing, I kept continuously opening my eyes to view the rover’s power supply remaining. The power was now down to 13 % and the radar through the mud was not capable of penetrating to the surface. I also knew that if the rovers power supply reached below 10 percent that the spinning force field would cease to drill and collapse around the rover.

  Once more I closed my eyes after I observed a nervous sweat developing upon Thomas’s forehead as he kept pushing forward on the joy stick control.

  The last thing I remember was seeing 11 percent on the power supply meter and the thinning air had began to make me extremely woozy. Then I remember the sound of nothingness as the rovers motors shut down and silence and darkness filled the cabin.

  The air was very thin inside and I had trouble breathing but I could barely see a tiny glint of light at the nose of the rover’s forward tip. With all my remaining strength, I looked over to see Thomas unconscious in the drivers seat. I knew that the rover has a forward escape hatch that was concealed under the control panel and I somehow managed to crawl upward to the point of the release that immediately allowed fresh air to fill the rover.

  Thomas was awakened from the blast of fresh air and immediately began to follow me as I pushed the remaining mud away so that we both could crawl out exhausted to the welcome Venus surface above the rovers nose.

  Thank God our prayers had been answered and we had survived. I can’t remember how long we both lay there on top of the mud before we gained enough strength but it was quite a while before we stood up and viewed the scene around us.

  As we finally stood and surveyed the scene. The rovers hatch lay open just below the top of the mud level and in the direction of the former full lake that was now only half as large as it once was, the lake was surrounded by a large downward sloped smooth mud ring that we had just barely survived below the meteors mud wrath.

  After a bit of exhausted rest Thomas reentered the front of the rovers hatch that was slightly sticking out of the mud. He came back out with a cable and electric wench and managed to attach the long end of the cable to a large boulder 30 feet in front of the rover and the other end to the winch that he attached to the eye hook on the tip of the rover’s exposed surface.

  We both hoped the rover had enough remaining power to pull itself free from the mud pit that it was mired up in. If we could pull the rover from the mud, then it would be possible to attach a solar recharger in order to charge the rover’s batteries in order to return us back safely to Pandora base.

  The rover winch slowed and strained its last electric power just enough to pull itself free. The solar power hook up was easy but Thomas and I had to spend several hours cleaning the mud from the rover tracks so that they could turn once the rover was recharged enough to head towards home.

  Once the rover had gained enough power, we were able to contact home base to inform them of our situation and let them know that we were alright and would be returning after the rovers batteries were recharged.

  Thomas and I spent the rest of the Venus daylight cleaning ourselves up and checking out the rovers total status. All appeared well and the batteries were at a 60% recharge state by the time the Sun was setting in the western Venus sky. We both watched the amazing colored sunset.

  We soon retired to spend another night in the rover to analyze the situation and ready ourselves for tomorrows journey back to Pandora base.

  Chapter 33

  Return to Pandora Base

  November 14th, 3915, 615 AM

  After an early morning snack, Thomas and I engaged the solar recharger to soak up the early morning Venus rays. By 10 Am we had attached the solar panel to the top of the rover and were all set to return to base.

  We were almost 120 kilometers or 75 miles away from home and I now piloted the rover in the direction that would get us home. If all went well, we should be at the base in seven and a half hours.

  We traversed the hills and flatlands around craters and streams in a steady journey for six hours. Suddenly, when we were several miles from base, unexpectedly the right side’s track broke into and we were at a stand still and unable to drive the rover further towards Pandora base.

  The track had broken and ripped away from its sprocket and we didn’t have a spare track to install. We were able to radio home base and a rescue copter was soon on the way with spare parts

  5:30 PM the parts arrived and in a hours time Thomas had the rover operational again.

  One important lesson that we learned is that it just wasn’t safe to take off exploring New Venus without another rover party of explorers along.

  As we rolled into Pandora base, the Sun was setting ahead of another Venus storm on that thankful day of November 14th, 3915.

  Chapter 34

  Our Report to The Exploration Council

  November 15th, 3915 10:00 AM

  Tho
mas and I stood before the Venus Exploration Council that morning to report our exploration journals to the head Council of seven members.

  The facts above were as recorded and our finale conclusion and opinion was, that Venus was still dangerous but next time exploration should be required to be four member in two separate rovers in order to be more safe.

  The Head Exploration Council thanked Thomas and I and we left them with the hard drive that contained our exploration chronicles and all that had happened to us on our four days journey to places on Venus that had never been explored before.

  Venus in the year 3916

  I Celesta had began recording our journey for my own personal files, I realized that no matter what I thought of the days before Earth’s destruction, It was now my home Planet Venus that all humans that had survived will have a future here.

  This planet from now on will forever be considered to be our home world.

  Venus still had a ways to go to match the beauty and safety of the former Earth. But in due time, We future Venusians will continue to work hard at the Revival of Venus. We surely could and would make it so.

  Venus’ future was in ours and the Creators hand’s best interests.

  With an extreme struggle to survive, Venus was now the home world of all of us surviving Venusians.

  Venus’ population in 3916 was just over one billion souls. The New Triton Moon was doing its job in regulating the tilt on Venus’ axis and creating tides and seasons. The revived oceans on Venus were still being bombarded with ice meteors from the asteroid belt by Repulse Attracter ships on a regular basis.

  The atmosphere had settled to 98% of the former Earth’s properties and temperatures near the equator had dropped to 110 degrees Fahrenheit.

  Temperatures were considerably cooler as you traveled north or south of the equator. Snowy white ice caps had developed at both poles and ice meteors were being injected there also.

  It had taken several centuries to make this new world Venus habitable for humans to survive. We were indeed open to enable humankind’s future possibilities.

  We did what we had to do to insure this future that we were to have from this day forward.

  We surviving Venusians are proof that under extreme circumstances, We can accomplish miracles. We did just that. No it wasn’t easy at all. The Almighty and our technology of the day, was what helped us win this battle.

  If you are in Venus’ future and are somehow reading these Venus Chronicles, Your rapture will never be coming with a collision with the Nibiru. The Nibiru planet that had plagued our solar system for eons was now gone forever also.

  The Almighty Creator used Earth to destroy this evil rogue world.

  I Celesta Marcia, do morn for the lost souls but I am indeed grateful for the survival of the billion that survived the Nibiru here on the new world Planet Venus.

  Thanks to the Creator of all, Venus is safe for now. Let’s all hope that humankind doesn’t mess this world up like humans had done to Planet Earth.

  Perhaps its time to journey outward from this solar system. The Milky Way Galaxy has many places to visit and explore. Looking through a telescope is fine. But it takes courage and determination to venture to the stars.

  I’m willing to bet my last Venusian’s bar of Galena Gold, that in a thousand more Venus years, human-kind will travel to the stars and discover amazing new worlds. But for now, Venus has provided us all a new hope that one day, Our survival at Venus will make that happen.

  We are indeed grateful to the Creators Messengers the Anunnaki that helped humankind survive the Nibiru’s passing many times over the eons of humankinds past.

  We sincerely hoped that they also survived their worlds destruction. Possibly one day in the future, we’ll meet up again to thank them personally for caring enough to warn us of Earth’s destruction.

  If You can imagine the possibilities, you are more than half way home.

  Chapter 35

  Heroes by Eric Wilkins

  As a final poetry of words, I offer this poem devoted to the twentieth century astronauts that gave their all and perished in the Columbia and Challenger disasters.

  Heroes by Eric Wilkins

  In Honor of the Columbia and Challenger Astronauts

  Condolence intended silence in place

  Mission extended with tears upon face

  Heroes remembered bravest of best

  Columbia and Challenger in heaven now rest

  Universal dimensions of galaxies unknown

  Potential unlimited there where you roam

  A place of serenity past twinkling of stars

  Knowledge of journeys beginning past mars

  Generations of future stand to the call

  Seekers of knowledge givers of all

  Salute to the heroes explorers delight

  The bravest of heroes sail high upon flight

  The wind is your vector much courage indeed

  Honors of valor your mission succeeds

  The sun in its setting the moons crescent tear

  Remind us of all the heroes honored here

  The wispier of clouds the blueness below

  The path that you lead for others to go

  Will lead to the stars because heroes like you

  Gave of their all the things heroes do.

  Copyright ©2005 Eric Wilkins

  About the Author

  Full Name, Donald Eric Wilkins. But! I have always gone by Eric Wilkins my entire life and I always will.

  Born, 1157 pm December 24, 1950

  Henderson N. C.

  Loved Astronomy from early age.

  Lived many years on this Fantastic Spaceship Earth.

  My Bucket List is almost full and I will soon go on to explore the Universe.

  The Earth is moving toward Leo at the dizzying speed of 390 kilometers a second. That’s a little over 242 miles per second.

  You’re on it too. God speed!