The Ark Series (Book 3): The Ark of Alliance

by Kotrous, Scott

  “See, this is his life energy back to neutral . . . after numerous saved lives that were later on directly related to his actions, he ended up saving so many lives that his soul turned back to neutral in a matter of hours . . . which is something we had never viewed before and at the time was groundbreaking footage . . . because usually something like that takes years, if not lifetimes, to accomplish. But the fact that this soldier was able to do it in such a small amount of time is quite amazing.”

  John can feel the aircraft land, and he’s still speechless when they exit. Ena continues on once they get going on the snow-packed footpath toward the Ark.

  “So if that person, say, never saves enough lives to counteract the lives he’s taken, or any at all . . . when that person’s body dies, his life energy will sink into the earth until it hits a certain layer of mineral. That energy has now become what we call ‘soul spec’d for Opock,’ by virtually being shot into the universe bound for planet Opock, which contains the same mineral, that acts like a magnet. The life energy will then reincarnate on that planet and live out another life… working.”

  “And that’s the planet you said was dead and forgotten or something?”

  “Precisely. They destroyed their planet decades ago in something similar to your nuclear war, but they actually destroyed their planet in a way that turned it into a solid mass of minerals.”

  They get to the hatch opening and enter the tunnel leading to the holding area. “Okay, so then, if sinners, or wrongdoers, or whatever you called them, you said go to this dead planet called Opock . . . and pure souls go to your planet . . . then who stays on Earth?”

  “The neutral souls, or as we call them, Newts, stay here on earth to roam or reincarnate.”

  John slows down for a second before speeding up again. “Okay, then . . . well . . . so, then, what you’re describing is basically a heaven and hell type of thing . . . isn’t that what you’re basically saying?”

  “I’m not talking about religion, John. What I am speaking of is a literal, physical place, or places, I should say, that were at one point created virtually the same way as Earth, with the same physicalities, and elements that make up your planet. We all had the same Twelve Commandments that we either obeyed or didn’t, and those who didn’t determined for themselves where their life force went. Those who did obey the rules were given the choice either to stay on Enock or Earth or transfer to the other.”

  “This might just be the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life . . . no, check that, it definitely is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, and almost unbelievable.” John starts to show signs of being out of breath when he finishes speaking.

  “I realize this information is a lot to take on, and if you’d like me to stop, I will.”

  Chapter 37

  John hesitates for a second before responding. “Fuck it . . . I gotta wild imagination, so go ahead and indulge me some more . . . not to mention,” he points to his glasses and her tablet,” your technology is way too advanced and you did heal my back in a matter of minutes which wouldn’t be possible unless you were actually an extraterrestrial being from another planet . . . so I really don’t have a choice.”

  Ena slows down slightly and turns toward John. “Really, John, is that what I seem like to you . . . an alien?” She doesn’t wait for a response. “And I hope you don’t think for one minute that I’m creating any of this because I can assure you . . . like it or not, this is how it is.”

  “Alright, alright . . . I just have a tendency to get a little cynical when it comes to claims like this . . . especially when they’re as outrageous as yours are . . . but by all means . . . proceed.”

  “Take it or leave it; it’s still the truth. Anyway, that’s how our universe works, in a nutshell. Now onto how it all affects you Earthlings. See, my planet, Enock, has been monitoring your planet for centuries with very little interaction up until now. And the Opocks have been around since about the turn of the twentieth century . . . when they arrived on massive spacecrafts carrying tons upon tons of precious metals found on planet Opock, which actually ushered in the second Industrial Revolution.”

  They hurry through the holding area and then make their way into the Ark’s hallways and corridors. “But the Opocks needed a way for our world to use more of their metals, so they started secretly invading numerous countries, and were even able to put one of their own in power, by the name of Adolf Hitler.

  “Hitler was an alien . . . or, I mean, Opock?”

  “Absolutely. John, almost every person on this planet who has done horrible things, specifically, leaders of nations, has been from there. They were even responsible for the Infected, as well as the nuclear war that they, of course, blamed on North Korea. See, they used to have agents spread throughout the majority of the world, but mainly concentrated within this country, due to the amount of business deals they did with the Opocks.”

  “Wait, our country’s in cahoots with these people?!”

  “John, unfortunately most people in the world are . . . when the Opocks run almost every aspect of the business world in general . . . what do you expect? I mean, it was almost impossible for people to avoid them . . . wasn’t quite fair, you know. I hate to tell you, but your system was indeed rigged so that the rich got richer and the poor got poorer.”

  “Oh, I know all too well just how unfair it was even for the middle class to survive, that’s for sure. Before I made any money, I was barely getting by working for numerous studios downtown . . . Denver, that is . . . can’t expect you to know what downtown I was referring to.”

  “Of course I knew what you were referring to.”

  John slows down. “So you Googled me. Congratulations.”

  “Not exactly, John.” She motions for him to get going before speeding up. “John, I was assigned to you when you were young, and I’ve been protecting you since you were a boy. I’ve made sure you were safe throughout every twist and turn of your very interesting life, to say the least—”

  “Wait, what? You’ve been spying on me since I was a boy . . . what the fuck does that mean?!” They walk through a door and enter another long corridor. Ena continues on, but John stops on the metal grates, which creates a distinct sound, and waits for an answer.

  Ena stops and turns around. “John, most Earthlings are issued an Enock citizen when they are young; it’s then up to that human if they stick around or not. Which would depend on if that person breaks some of the twelve rules, sorry, ten for Earth, . . . I always forget that.” She laughs a little and then clears her throat. “Sorry. Anyway, ah, I’ve had my invisible cloak since I’ve been here.” She takes a sip of water. “What, did you think you and your family and your niece and her friends made it through this not only crazy life, but the actual Apocalypse, and survived all on your own?”

  “Well, I mean, I know someone looks out for me.” He quickly nods. “Just didn’t think he was a human, or more precisely, alien human.” He widens his eyes and purses his lips.

  “And he does look out for you, but he doesn’t do things like kill Infected or take them out with precision headshots . . . no, that was my people.” She cuts him off before he has a chance to respond. “But that doesn’t matter now; it is what it is. What matters is that until this country, and every other country, agrees to end their relationship with the Opocks, well then, it will most certainly end up in the same mess as it always winds up in . . . and this time they can’t just bomb it or throw a bunch of money at it to go away. Part of the main focus of the council meetings we just attended is on how and when this world is finally going to end its ties with the Opocks, because until then, my people refuse to help.”

  “Clearly . . . it only took what, like a year after this planet’s Apocalypse for your people to show yourselves . . . like, what’s up with that . . . why weren’t you helping out?!”

  “What makes you think nothing was being done? Not to mention, it’s hard to help people without breaking free will . . . but ju
st so you know, just because you didn’t see it doesn’t mean we weren’t doing plenty to help out—”

  “I’m sure you were . . . I’m sure you were . . . sorry for the accusation. It just didn’t seem like many people survived, is all.”

  “John, right before the nuclear war, my people gathered as many pure souls and Newts as possible, except for the ones like yourself who were already safe and protected.”

  John’s face lights up. “So there’re more survivors!”

  “Of course. We gathered large amounts from every country and have kept them safe while Earth is being worked on.”

  “Worked on?”

  “Oh, right. Sorry, ah, Earth has been subjected to numerous massive projects in order to repair and protect its fragility so it can hopefully sustain life in the future, because, as of right now, most of it is inhabitable.”

  “So what have you done?”

  “Our aircrafts are capable of absorbing and reusing the radiation left behind from the nuclear fallout and have been doing so ever since. We created massive amounts of snow that not only blanketed the Earth, but the cloud cover made it easier to collect the radiation and contain it within the ozone layer, preventing most of it from escaping the atmosphere. Lastly, we’ve covered every ounce of soil with cannabis plants and will be rotating between both hemp and cannabis for years until the radiation is pulled from the earth; along with various other machines and such to help reverse the effects of radiation. We will hopefully have the Earth back to habitability in about five to ten years, if we’re lucky.”

  “Five to ten years! That long!”

  “As opposed to almost a century or longer, if we left it to your people.”

  John slows down and lowers his head slightly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Just look at Chernobyl. Sorry, please continue.” He speeds up and gets close to her.

  “John, make no mistake, my people will always help out your fellow humans, but our main purpose and mission is to save the Earth. It’s one of only a handful of planets that we know of that can sustain life, and we are not about to let a bunch of egoic-minded humans, who suffer from cognitive dissonance, destroy this beautiful planet just because they’ve lost sight of why they’re here and what their purpose is and instead have focused on possessions and the means to obtain them. And in the meantime, they’ve lost sight of each other and that of the Creator.”

  “The Creator? What, like, as in God? I thought we weren’t talking about religion?”

  “I’m not referring to religion. And there’s no need to call him that, because I know how most of you Earthlings tend to close up and disconnect at even the very mention of his name. So we can just refer to him as the Creator, and the designer of all three planets, along with the human species.”

  “Ah—okay? I’ll humor you . . . sure, the Creator . . . our planet calls him Jesus, Jah, Allah, among others . . . but I guess it doesn’t matter, since our planet can’t even get on the same page with that anyway.” John quietly chuckles while shaking his head.

  “Actually, his name is pronounced either Jehovah or Yahweh, depending on the translation . . . but most religious deities are based off a human being they think is the Creator, but in actuality it is impossible for a creator to reside in a human body . . . they just contain too much energy to be able to inhabit a human life form. They’re just too massive . . . I guess the best description would be, he’s got the whole world in his hands.”

  They enter a door and descend a flight of stairs before going through a second door that leads to another long corridor.

  “Why do you talk like there’re other creators? It’s not like there’s multiple ones . . . right?”

  “Actually, there are two other complete solar systems like ours that we know of, light years away, which all have their own creators and planets. So who knows what else is out there. But what’s most concerning is that your planet’s nuclear war set off a virtual beacon to the rest of the universe . . . so you better hope the universe doesn’t try and teach you a lesson by forcing your world to work together by allowing another planet to attack . . . because there’re always bigger fish in the sea. But to answer your question, yes, Earth only has one Creator, who is the original designer of the homo sapiens species, which is the preferred life force transducer.”

  “Ah . . . what? Did you say life force transducer?”

  “Your vessel . . . the human body. It’s basically just a way to enable your life force energy to interact with the planet.”

  John slows down and then stops and bends over, trying to catch his breath. Brisk walking and talking finally catch up to him. Ena slows down and then stops and waits for him.

  Ena releases her phone-size tablet from her wrist that quickly changes to a full-size tablet before she taps on it a few times and then looks down the corridor. John leans against the wall and slowly slides down it. She hands him a water bottle without taking her eyes off the screen.

  “Are we lost or something? This seems to be taking longer to get back than before.”

  “That’s because I’ve had to lead us down different corridors so we can avoid Infected. I apologize if it’s taking longer then expected, but we’re almost there.” She continues to use her tablet.

  “Anyway, this sounds insane . . . and as you can imagine, very hard to believe . . . not to mention I like to think that G—sorry, I mean the Creator, doesn’t have any limitations, and can do anything.”

  “And he can, as long as they are physically possible within the rules of Earth . . . and the simple fact is that it’s physically impossible for a creator to reside in a human body. Like I said, they contain absolutely way too much electrical energy for it to be possible . . . the body would literally explode within milliseconds. And that’s exactly why he sent his son, Yashua, or as your society called him, Jesus, or Jesús . . . who, might I add, you Earthlings killed and hung on a cross . . . I mean, it doesn’t get much worse than that.”

  “Whoa, whoa, hold up . . . it’s not like any of us alive today were around during that time. So it’s not fair to judge us on stuff that happened thousands of years ago!”

  “On the contrary, most of the souls that still reside on earth have reincarnated over and over again for hundreds, if not thousands, of years because they can never seem to learn whatever lesson life is trying to teach them. And even if they do manage to make a little progress in life, the bad karma from whatever they did from past lives usually comes back around to them, which usually breaks them and sends them to the dark side.”

  “Okay, now I just think this is crazy.”

  They start to walk again.

  “It happens all the time. But you’ll be happy to hear that most of the people still alive on Earth, as long as they acknowledge their wrongdoings, are all sort of getting a mulligan, if you will, pretty much a do-over. And just so you know, as we speak, all around the globe conversations just like this are occurring, informing people of everything we’ve just discussed, and letting them know the repercussions and what’s at stake if they don’t comply.”

  “Then how are people supposed to learn if we just bail them out all the time? They’re just goin’ to make the same stupid ass mistakes over and over again if we don’t hold them accountable!”

  “I should probably specify that most people are getting a mulligan, not everyone. Some things just can’t be forgiven, but most of those people have already been soul spec’d . . . so, don’t worry, they’ve been held accountable. And, by the way, there’s a catch to the mulligan; if they continue to make the same mistakes after knowing they’re wrong . . . well, let’s just say, they’ll most likely quickly be soul spec’d and not allowed to even finish out their lives.”

  They enter another corridor that looks the same as the rest, and they pick up the pace.

  “Wait, why? What’s the point of the mulligan if you’re just going to banish them as soon as they screw up again?” John puts his hands out and shows his palms.

  “Because there’
s nothing worse than a wrongdoer that knows they are doing wrong . . . and just be grateful your planet’s getting a second chance at all!”

  “I am, I am . . . I’m grateful . . . and I guess we don’t have anything to worry about since you soul spec’d all the Opocks anyway, so their temptation will no longer exist, right?” He finishes with an uncertain tone in his voice.

  “Well, unfortunately, some were able to hide in underground bases or on their spacecrafts and managed to survive. So there will still be dark souls amongst you until we find and weed them out. But still, even if we do remove them all from your planet, unless you put in place new laws and tougher enforcement for the sick and demented individuals, the problems will probably just continue.”

  “Then help my people . . . save them!”

  “Save them, John? How is that my people’s responsibly? Because in reality, it’s not up to me or any of my people even if we wanted to save you. It’s up to each and every one of you to help save yourselves and each other, as well as, proving that you still want to live . . . because, quite frankly, most of your people gave up a long time ago, John, and most of them, including yourself, didn’t care about what was really happening and what continued to happen . . . the slow and steady downfall of mankind . . . and in Biblical proportions. Instead, you gave up on your country and each other when the majority either ran away from, or ignored the truth.”

  John exhales loudly and lowers his head as he slows down.

  “See, John, it didn’t matter how it happened, whether it was zombies, war, or hackers taking down the infrastructure, or something else . . . either way, this planet was doomed because not many people cared . . . and not just for each other, but yourselves . . . not to mention, the planet . . . because love, compassion, and empathy were the only things that kept your country from imploding prior to the war. And allowing the Opocks to take over enabled its collapse . . . see, so it would have happened no matter what.”

  John waits a second before responding. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you may just be the most negative person I’ve ever met . . . and all I can say is, never count out us Americans. Because there’re a lot of us out here who do, in fact, care . . . I’ve seen it plenty of times with my own eyes. We may fuck around for a while, but in the end, we usually get our heads out of our asses and do something that just might astound you . . . That’s how much I have faith in mankind, because sometimes we just may surprise you.”