Jesus The Extraterrestrial Trilogy (Vol. I - Origins)

by Leo Mark

  For two days the creature, nicknamed EBE-12 (Extraterrestrial Biological Entity No.12), had been unconscious and breathing with the help of a machine. The autopsies carried out on the other EBEs helped to determine the type of medical treatment which EBE-12 required. It was under strict security, and watched over by three doctors and three soldiers twenty-four hours a day. It was secured to a bed in a chamber made of triple reinforced glass. If it awoke it would be unable to run away or try anything. When Dr. Carlson Smith monitored EBE-12’s heart he noticed that it had begun to beat a little faster than normal. This worried him and he got up to look through the glass at the creature, and he saw that it was moving one of its fingers and its neck. A few moments later its eyes slowly opened. A sort of membrane that served as an eyelid was opening and closing, like a lizard’s eyes. ‘It’s scary,’ thought Dr. Smith and the other team members. When the creature was fully awake it tried to lift its body and began to struggle when it realized it was restrained. The heart in its chest accelerated to four times its normal speed and the heart in its neck beat even faster, like a humming-bird’s: nearly a thousand beats per minute. The doctors were frightened and informed their superiors that EBE-12 was awake. Dr. Smith tried to communicate with the creature via a microphone:

  ‘Please keep calm. We are here to help you. We want you to get better. Can you understand me?’

  The creature, apparently understanding what was said, gradually calmed down.

  The beating of the upper heart, in the neck, fell to five hundred per minute, though still very rapid compared to a human’s, or any other terrestrial animal’s heartbeat.

  ‘I would like to come into your room and talk to you. If you understand me and will allow me to come to you, nod your head.’

  Then EBE-12 lowered its head slightly, indicating that Dr. Smith could come into the chamber. When he was getting ready to do so, Colonel Jordan Goldman, the base commandant, stopped him.

  ‘What’s this, Dr. Smith, have you gone mad?’

  ‘Colonel, we have managed to communicate with the creature and it consented for us to approach it.’

  ‘We don’t know its real intentions; it could be luring you into a trap.’

  ‘What do you expect us to do, Colonel, without vocal chords it can’t communicate with us. I thought I should try sign language.’

  ‘OK, you can try it. But it’s at your own risk.’

  ‘Very well.’

  Dr. Smith cautiously entered the chamber.

  ‘Are you filming this?’ asked the Colonel.

  ‘Yes, Sir!’ replied one of the soldiers.

  Inside the chamber, Dr. Smith walked cautiously towards the creature, which didn’t take its eyes off him. The others, elated, watched the scene from the other side of the glass.

  ‘From what I could observe, it seems you can understand my language,’ suggested the doctor, and the creature nodded its head.

  ‘Great. And you know how to speak…’ hardly had he completed the phrase, when his head began to spin and he felt a sharp pain in his head. The doctor fell to the ground, clutching his head in his hands. At once the commandant sealed the door, terrified at what might happen. The pain lessened and Dr. Smith slowly got up. The creature was conversing with Dr. Smith by telepathy.

  ‘Forgive me, that’s what happens the first time a brain received telepathic signals,’ said the creature.

  ‘My God, I’m hearing a voice inside my head! Is it you? How is this possible?

  Colonel, EBE-12 is talking to me by telepathy.’

  ‘Telepathy? You must be crazy!’ exclaimed the Colonel via the microphone.

  ‘Where am I? What do you want of me? What happened to my ship?’ asked the creature.

  ‘You are in a US government base. We found your ship which had crashed on our land. You were the only survivor.’

  ‘My companions were deactivated?’

  ‘Deactivated? I don’t understand the concept. You mean “dead”? Yes, they were deactivated. Some of them were burnt to death…’ He was interrupted; images of the other beings appeared in his mind. Images of the autopsy, of the rescue. The being was accessing all the doctor’s memories and now knew as much as everyone there.

  ‘I understand. From what I saw in your memories you plan to study me.’

  ‘It’s not that exactly: we want to learn more from you. Who are you? Where did you come from? Aren’t you distressed at the news about your companions?’

  ‘Distressed? I don’t recognize that word.’

  ‘Distressed means ‘sad”.’

  ‘“Distressed” denotes emotion. I understand. We do not feel distressed. We do not have this kind of emotion. But only their bodies were deactivated. Certainly their knowledge was stored in our ship’s computer and has now been transmitted back to base.’

  ‘I don’t get that. Can you explain more clearly?’

  ‘Our brains are connected to our ships’ brain. If we are deactivated, or something like that, the information from our brains is sent back to the main ship and transferred into another body, a clone. So when these bodies “die”, their information is saved and transferred to the new body almost instantaneously. All the information is recovered.’

  ‘I don’t think I understand entirely how it works. My God, how is that possible? Do you have some way of communicating with us other than by telepathy? I want my friends to hear what you are saying.’

  ‘Yes, I can use some equipment of yours and my messages will show on it.’

  ‘Great. Can you do that now?’

  ‘I need you to bring the equipment to this room. That wall blocks my sensors. Can you untie my arms? I promise I won’t do anything to harm you.’

  ‘Colonel, he’s asking for some equipment to communicate with us. I think a telex machine would do. Can we untie him? He guarantees he won’t do anything to harm us.’

  The soldiers carried a heavy telex machine into the chamber. In the meantime the Colonel gave his permission to untie EBE-12’s arms, and he, too, cautiously entered the chamber.

  ‘Doctor, ask him what he’s doing on our planet,’ the Colonel whispered to Dr. Smith.

  Hardly had the Colonel finished speaking when the telex began to print out:

  ‘We came to your planet on a rescue mission. Some of our leaders are imprisoned here, but in a parallel universe. We have worked out a way of freeing them, but to do so we need your collaboration, as we can’t do anything without your permission.’

  ‘And just how did these leaders get into a parallel universe?’

  ‘It happened hundreds of earth years ago. At the time your race didn’t exist and we came to study the species that lived here. In the course of some experiments in your planet’s orbit, a gateway opened and our leaders entered another dimension. They have remained there because until now we didn’t have the technology to bring them back.’

  ‘I understand,’ said Smith. ‘Colonel, I think it would be a good idea for you to call in some physicists to watch this. This parallel universe thing is out of my league. If anyone is going to understand what EBE-12 is explaining, it’s the physicists.’

  ‘I’ll have them sent for,’ said the Colonel, staring at the creature in amazement.

  ‘Please, tell me, how can we help you? And how can we be sure you’re not here to destroy us or enslave us?’

  ‘If we had wanted to destroy you we’d have done it already. In any case, races from other planets are protecting you. To save our leaders we have to open a gateway. It can only be opened using a particle accelerator, which you still do not possess. Our proposal is to supply technology and know-how. In return, you will allow us to make experiments here on earth, and you will also help us create the particle accelerator, which will deepen your understanding of the universe as well as saving our leaders.’

  ‘I understand. But why don’t you just bring one of these accelerator things here and open the gateway?’

  ‘Our planet is very far from here. If we went there and back the window
of opportunity would have passed. And what’s more, we might not be able to bring this type of equipment to your planet, because your guardian race might stop us. For many years we have wanted to build this gateway, but we were waiting for your technology to evolve enough to make it possible. We are still short of the energy necessary to open the gateway and it will take several of your decades for us to get it.’

  ‘And what has to be done in this period of time?’

  ‘We plan to build an instrument which can accumulate energy from the sun. Planet Earth is constantly bombarded with particles which you know as neutrinos. They are microscopic particles, smaller than an electron. What you don’t know is that it is possible to generate an enormous amount of energy by condensing these particles. However the neutrinos, which are the particles sent by the sun and by the explosion of stars, and which we need to feed the accelerator, only reach the earth in great quantities every eleven years. It’s what you call the solar maximum. To open the gateway, the particle accelerator will have to create collisions between bundles of protons to generate energy of around a hundred electrovolts. This will form a small black hole and, at the precise moment, a small gateway to the other dimension will open for a few minutes, long enough for us to save our leaders. Once this is done we will go back to our planet. According to our calculations, the solar equipment will accumulate the required amount of energy at the solar maximum in 2012. This coincides with our deadline, which is on 21st December of that year, when the earth will be in alignment with the sun and with the center of your galaxy, which you call the Milky Way. On that date the particle accelerator will have to be switched on; and it will only reach a hundred electrovolts with the help of our equipment. In the parallel dimension where our leaders are now, they have a neutrino accumulator similar to ours, and from there they will help us to open the gateway. Fortunately we are able to communicate with the other side, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to synchronize the opening of the gateway.’

  ‘To be frank, I haven’t understood a word you’ve said,’ the Colonel admitted. ‘Physics isn’t my line, but we are bringing in personnel to help us. I think my government will do all it can to assist you, especially if there is to be technology in exchange.’

  ‘In any case we have to provide technological skills for you, otherwise it will take you a couple of centuries to invent the accelerator. You help us and we’ll help you. In fact it will mean cooperation between different peoples of your planet, because the particle accelerator isn’t a small thing, and it will have to be built at a specific location on the planet.’

  ‘Where would that be?’

  ‘On the border of Switzerland and France. The particle accelerator, when it is built, will take up an area of approximately seventeen miles in circumference.’

  ‘Jesus, that will be one big machine. One last question: do you have a name? What should we call you?’

  ‘It would be impossible to pronounce my name in your language. For the time being just carry on calling me EBE-12.’

  ‘We are arranging living quarters for you. We’re going to put you somewhere more comfortable. Is there anything else you need? Something to eat or something to drink? Do you need any help contacting your people?’

  ‘I thank you for your hospitality. I would like a little water: we can get a good part of our nutrients from water. And as soon as I am recovered I would like to go to my ship. From there I shall perhaps be able to contact my people to tell them that I am well.’

  The colonel left the chamber and immediately contacted his general, who in turn informed President Truman what had transpired. A full report of the events at Roswell was sent to the president. Together with some other generals, Truman left hurriedly for the base, to see the fantastic creature for himself. Some days later, EBE-12 was totally recovered and had gained the confidence of the president and the army staff. They allowed EBE-12 to communicate with other beings of his race, to tell them what had happened, and to agree a place for them to meet. A large group of army personnel was mobilized to receive the alien spaceships and the government was prepared in the event that they showed any hostility.

  It was night in the desert of New Mexico when the lights began to show on the horizon. In instants they were close to the group made up of the army personnel, the president of the USA and EBE-12. When they saw their colleague was there and in good health, the other biological entities began to land their ships. Five leaders from each of the ships disembarked. In a huge shed that had been set up, they began to converse by telex and to make official the agreement EBE-12 had proposed to the humans. The president undertook to help them as far as necessary to build the particle accelerator; in return, the humans would receive technological know-how which would advance their research by many decades. The aliens let the Americans keep the crashed ship to study, as well as the bodies of the aliens who had not survived. They would be taken to a secret base where they would help the scientists develop new technologies. President Truman took responsibility for presenting the case to the other world powers, since the know-how would be partly shared with other countries, principally members of the UN. In this way, the aliens would have free access to the greater part of the planet. They would be free to carry out their experiments and in return would offer technology from another world.

  A few days later, the president set up an organ responsible for managing events involving aliens, as well as monitoring other related activities around the world. This organ would also monitor certain countries looking for information and unusual actions. It would be an intelligence agency, and among its members would be twelve men who were in charge of the project initiated there at Roswell. The codename of these twelve men was Majestic-12.

  On 26th July 1947, President Truman signed the National Security Act, creating the CIA, the American intelligence agency. Among the agreements signed between the Majestic-12, the president and the CIA was a clause establishing that no other president elected thereafter would have access to the Agency’s files.

  After the signing of the act creating the CIA, one of the Majestic-12 named Frederick Cullen, who had the president’s confidence, returned home after a series of exhausting meetings, sat down on his sofa and dialed a number in Switzerland.

  ‘Benjamin, how are you? It’s me, Frederick.’

  ‘Hello, Frederick, it’s been a while! I think you’ve got some news for me.’

  ‘Yes, big news. You won’t guess what it is, but we’ve just signed an agreement with an alien race. I could hardly believe it, but I remembered the time you said this would happen one day. How did you know?’

  ‘Frederick, thanks for letting me know. But don’t say another word. Come to my house as soon as you can, we’ve got to talk about this face to face. Don’t mention this to anyone else. What’s your level of access to the agreement?’

  ‘I have full access. I’m a member of the committee responsible for the whole project. In a few weeks I’ll be in Switzerland. See

  you then.’

  CHAPTER 20

  Washington DC, 1959

  The senator for Massachusetts, John F. Kennedy, had just got home after an exhausting day’s work. It was past eight p.m. and he sat down in a comfortable armchair in his office to finish reading a book he had started a short time before. The senator was in the habit of reading at least one book every two weeks, as he liked to keep up to date with what was happening in his country and around the world. Every day he read for at least half an hour. That day, a rainy Wednesday, shortly before he finished his reading the phone began to ring behind him. He put the book on the table beside him and got up to answer it.

  ‘Kennedy residence,’ he said, answering the phone.

  ‘I’d like to speak to Senator John Kennedy, please, tell him it’s Oswald Griffin.’

  ‘Hello, Mr. Griffin, it’s Jack speaking.’

  ‘Hello, Jack, you mean you answer your own phone? How democratic of you!’

  ‘Not at all, generally the calls are for me, so it
’s easier to answer myself. My wife has her own line in the bedroom. But what do I owe the honor of this call to? It’s been years since we spoke.’

  ‘Jack, do you remember the last time we spoke, I told you the day would come when we would need you and you would be called on?’

  ‘Of course I remember.’

  ‘Well the day has come. We need you. You are being activated.’

  ‘Mr. Griffin, it’s an honor to be able to help. But remember that at the time we agreed a password?’

  ‘Yes, of course, I hoped you would ask. “When the day dawns the just will rise up.”’

  ‘“And the unjust shall perish.” Exactly.’

  ‘You have a sharp memory. Let’s get to the point. Can you meet me tomorrow for lunch at my house?’