by Adrian Glass
Jansky looks up at the screen as the image shows just a static interface.
“Yes thankfully...Certainly an experience, surreal in someways.”
“The hyper-real,” Denlas replies also unfastening his restraining straps.
“How many would we, you and me, with just turning these keys, have killed?”
Denlas leans across and lifts the small bag that he had placed down near the command console. Opening the bag he takes out a bottle of Tequila.
“Millions,” he replies looking at Jansky.
“I have become death the destroyer of worlds,” Jansky says looking at the key turned clockwise, the simple action of turning a key and killing millions.
“Oppenheimer knew, that dropping Nukes on Japan in nineteen forty five...was more of a warning to Russia. Even before the last Cold War. We didn't have to drop the bombs on Hiroshima or Nagasaki...Japan would have surrendered, conditionally to the Americans.”
“They didn't want the Russians...”
“That's right, under the surrender Japan were able to keep their emperor....Destroying those two Japanese cities with nuclear detentions was an experiment to test the weapons on actual targets.” Denlas opens the Tequila bottle and sniffs the cork. “...Friend of mine, who's a cocaine runner...”
Jansky turns and looks at her male friend.
“...Just joking, trying out your sense of humor.”
She chuckles.
“...Runs a bar in Mexico City, this...” holds up the bottle. “...aged three years in Bourbon barrels....forty five percent alcohol content. I drank a whole bottle of this once...”
“Right, you were sick, but not that sick,” Jansky replies sarcastically.
“Something like that...Anyway, we'll pace this..” From his bag he takes out two small shot glasses, holding them up seeing if they have been cracked. He pours a portion of Tequila into the small glass, he then hands it to Jansky. She reaches across taking the glass of the fragrant amber fluid.
“Thank you,” she replies lifting the shot glass to her lips Sipping. “Wow! That's good.”
He pours himself a glass. Above them both the viewing monitor goes blank. It's screen now completely black.
“Seems fitting,” Jansky says lifting up her right hand while clutching the small glass, with her index finger she points at the black screen.
“Footage stops after we launch...Presumably World War Three has just started. Everything would go up in flames, thousands of Nuke targets pinpointed in synchronization after whoever launched first.”
Jansky turns facing Denlas. “Subject change!”
“Of course...” He sips the Tequila. “...Damn...You're right, this is good.” He leans across holding out his glass as Jansky taps it with hers. She then rests back into the recliner chair.
“Relax for a bit, have a drink, then I'll show you later what I've been working on.”
Jansky takes off her shoes, placing them below the missile command console desk, she then lifts her legs up. “Ok”
Seeing Jansky using the missile command console prop as a foot rest, Denlas nods gulping back the rest of his Tequila. “Fine, get comfy...Why not?” He lifts the bottle pouring more of the golden liquid into the small shot glass.
“Me too!” Jansky says holding out her left hand with the small glass, he obligingly pours an amount into the glass. She sips the glass while looking at Denlas. “Good idea, I think we should relax for a little while.”
She grips just below the bulbous head, slowly moving her left hand up and down. Jansky always admired Denlas's large penis, with it's thick set and prominently veined hardness. At it's full erection she continues moving her hand gently up and down, while kneeling down in-front of him, as he sits back in the recliner chair - behind her is the missile console, a prop created to look like it could initiate World War Three. Jansky quickly removes her t-shirt and bra, tossing them both towards the reclining chair she was sitting on, she continues pumping his cock, this time with her right hand, leaning forward she gently rubs the large pink gland over her left nipple. Now erect and sensitive as it is caressed by the top of his penis. Moving it around in a circular motion, smearing his pre-cum over her nipple. She feels her arousal beginning to build, at the same time Jansky's stimulation of her lover's penis maintains a hot pulsating throb, she then moves his dick over to her right nipple, while looking at him smiling. In a reciprocal manner of desire he looks at Jansky as she then sucks down on his large dick, moving her mouth down half of it's length, sliding her tongue back up his thick, hard fleshy pole. She knows that his passion and the desire for release is now an urgency. Jansky maintains the slow pumping up and down with right hand, her fingers now coated with his clear seminal fluid. She then stands, removing her jeans, only leaving her briefs on, while Denlas removes his top, he is now fully naked. She looks down at him, as he begins to stroke his dick. With her left hand she squeezes her right breast, pinching her nipple, as he begins to prop himself up. In a physical demeanor he urges Jansky to move closer to him, she obliges, releasing his rigidness, Denlas's penis remains strained as it throbs in anticipation. He sucks on her left nipple, Jansky closes her eyes, exhaling, she lets out moan. She then positions herself onto his lap, his cock now pushing up against her pink brief's, which are wet from her arousal. He cups her buttocks, kissing and then sucking onto her right nipple, she closes her eyes in bliss. Jansky unties her pony tail, letting her hair fall to her shoulders. Leaning forward she kisses her lover, a passionate and intense exchange. She pulls away, leaning her head onto his left shoulder, her breath heaving, she spreads her legs across his lap, kissing his neck. Denlas holds his penis up against her crotch, the fabric being the only barrier, she is wet and open. She pushes down onto his hardness, he then pulls her close to him as they kiss again, he begins to groan - at the same time with his left hand he tries to slide his hand between the elastic waist and her bare flesh, trying to pull her knickers down. She resists. Moving onto his chest and upper abdomen, he hungrily licks and sucks on her breasts, while holding his straining cock between her legs, tapping it against her buttocks. Slightly standing she pulls down her high-waist briefs, quickly removing them, kicking them aside, she resumes her position slightly higher above his pelvis, smearing his lower stomach with her juices, she turns around looking at large penis protruding from beneath her - seeping with an expectancy. Denlas positions Jansky, with both of his hands on her hips as he guides her towards his hardness at the same time his penis folds back between her legs, now resting against her pelvis, she slowly slides up his length, her wet lips starting from below his base, soft and full, while gently grazing his tight balls, Jansky moves up towards his large pink bulbous head - until it nestles against her soaked entrance, she feels her heartbeat, the pulsation and desire of her being. Aware that her lover has not affixed a condom, Denlas with his left foot reaches the straps of the small bag, edging it closer to him, leaning down, reaches into the bag pulling out a small box, taking out a single condom - he quickly slides it onto his penis. Jansky unable to hold back any longer, reaches down, holding up his latex covered dick, she glides down onto him. Her inner folds clutching his hardened length. Both of them begin to fuck hard into a intense rhythm, inside a room that was designed to initiate a thermonuclear war. For a brief moment Jansky thinks of Josh Rigel, she quickly pushes out those thoughts, instead allowing her passion and desire to remain the purpose of this tryst.
Trying to gain traction as she rides him, pushing down onto his pelvis. The recliner chair, a copy of what the original missilers would have used is clearly designed for one person. Denlas also tries to increase his pump into Jansky as she is spread above the chair arm rests. Lifting himself up, at the same time he cups his hands under her ass-cheeks. He kisses her neck, pushing is cock to the hilt, she whimpers folding her arms underneath his, with both hands clinging to the back of his shoulders, partially standing, Denlas maintains his rigorous thrusting, his cock moving with an urged intensity at the same time J
ansky tightens her folds around his engorged thickness, clinging onto him, as she feels the growing pulse of pleasure - she is close to orgasm. Jansky closes her eyes, in moments of bliss she thinks about the end of the world.
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“Do we live in the Xeno-Structuralist paradigm? It is what we see as the normality of human evolution. Maybe we've created the Lusus naturae? The alien within the divergence.”
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“What's with the water pressure?” Elly Jansky asks as she dries her hair, walking towards where Jensen Denlas is now fully clothed after having a shower prior. He turns and looks at Jansky.
“We had it installed. You know the missile guys...There wasn't even a shower here in this underground facility.”
Jansky leans forward, drying her hair from behind her head, she then hands Denlas the damp towel. “So these guys start World War Three, the whole planet is fucked...And they don't get to shower?”
Denlas nods as he drapes the towel over one of the recliner chairs. “Yep and they had limited food storage. After we have nuked Russia and Russia retaliates and nukes us to hell ...just one month.”
Jansky shakes her head. “Insanity.”
Denlas walks towards Jansky gently placing his hands on her shoulders. “Mutually assured destruction in all it's insanity. My dear scientist...You know I like being with you Elly.”
She looks away, since her divorce Jansky has found it hard to realign a lasting affection towards another man after being hurt emotionally, she has pushed back the mindset of falling in love, replaced instead by her distinguished forte as a scientist and author - which have become her main focus. But her thoughts return, as they did earlier, to Josh Rigel Jansky's last lover who she was falling in love with and has since moved away and out of her life. Jansky looks up at Denlas, her modest expression within it's apparent sincerity reveals a thinly veiled defense of how she truly feels.
“I know,” she replies.
“What I'm about to show you...I have been working on for three months. This way...” Denlas walks towards a tubular walkway leading Jansky. They continue down the neon-lit interior that resembles what could be seen as the interior of a sci-fiction movie set. “...the missile silo was down here.” Denlas and Jansky reach the far end of the tubular walk way. “We got rid of the blast doors, sold'em to this doomsday prepper guy.”
Jansky smiles. “Seems fitting.”
Denlas reaches forward turning the handle of the circular style door painted black. As he opens the door as the area illuminates, he offers with his right hand in a polite gesture for Jansky to enter what was once a missile silo for the Titan II rocket. She walks forward obligingly with Denlas following behind, he then closes the door. In-front of them both is large elongated object, with it's dark exterior, rectangular in width, yet from different angles hard to distinguish the object's dimensions, apart from it's vertical length.
“It's incredible,” she says marveling at it's presence.
“I present you with the Beacon Hypothesis in it's...” Denlas points at the alien looking shape. “...complete form.”
Jansky notices the steel cables that keep it in place, despite the assistance of man-made cabling, it's shape and concept, which is Jansky's idea of an alien pharos, corresponds with an envisioned concept of how it would sit within the Universe. An alien beacon, it's basic dynamics resembling a lighthouse, as it sends out a connexion within sweeping intervals. What stands in-front of her, this physical rendition of her original idea, remains true to the Xeno-Structure.
“The exterior...” She walks forward looking up at the vertical shaft in-which the unusual object sits, poised within the tubular interior. She turns looking a Denlas who is also looking at his creation. “...It looks alive, organic, machine like...hard to explain.”
“That's the idea, I didn't want your concept to be portrayed just as another Hollywood style prop. This truly had to be a unique conception...” he stands beside Jansky. Still looking at the object. “...defined as a Xeno-Structuralism.”
Jansky leans her right hand of Denlas shoulder. “I remember the concept drawing for the Beacon Hypothesis, they were good...But with this, you have truly excelled.”
“Now for the Piece de Resistance.” He walks back to where the lights are located, near the entrance of the disused missile silo, turning off the main lighting. Denlas then turns on another switch, a bluish hue fills the area, while at the same time selective aspects of the elongated monolithic object illuminate. An holographic presence fills the area, even stars are seen. The object seems fused into it's ghostly three dimensional reflection while it seemingly floats in Space.
“Now I am blown away...Speechless.”
In-front of Jansky an alien inspired object created by Jensen Denlas, a conceptual designer and artist, who coined the term Xeno-Structuralism and it's associated philosophy. Has created an object that appears to be floating within a simulated Universe, accentuated by an holographic spectra that surrounds the alien shape. The Beacon Hypothesis, despite the fictional concept of an Extraterrestrial beacon that randomly projects a message to various points in the cosmos, in it's tangible concept lies an minatory presence.
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“Xeno-Structuralism has it's origins within the anthropocentric. This might seem paradoxical, but it is not, the human being must define it's self as a central entity within the Universe, in doing so, we rebel against our restrictiveness. Imposed on us by the natural systems or the construct that we have termed as nature. Which could be seen as our real enemy. The Xeno is then conceptualized, created from us as the foreign entity.”
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***
San Francisco, October 2016
“Good afternoon Cliss Harold management.”
“Hi, my name is Elly Jansky...I'm a friend of Jensen Denlas. Would it be possible if I could reach him through his agent. It appears that he has changed his cellphone number.”
“Could you please hold.”
Jansky looks down at her laptop, while tucking the cellphone under her right ear, she also lifts up an envelope from the managing agents of her building.
“Thank you for holding. Are you family member?”
Jansky places the envelope back down onto the table.
“No, I am a friend...We worked together on some projects. At the moment he is working on a joint collaboration with me.”
“I'm sorry due to client confidentiality I am unable to assist providing contact information unless you are a family member. Which means we will need to see an attorney's letter.”
Jansky shuts her eyes and shakes her head in a frustrated manner at the secretary's response. “But aren't you his agents?”
“I'm sorry we will not be able to assist”
“Look, could you please take my number down, it is urgent, three months ago I had him, like I said, work on a project...A collaboration. I haven't heard from Jensen...”
“Could you hold again please.”
“Yes,” Jansky replies impatiently.
After a slight pause another voice is heard. “Ms Jansky, my name is David Nacle, yes, I will take your number and have one of our management advisors call you.”
“This is unusual...” Jansky replies as she discloses her number to the manager.
“Thank you for your patience, as you are aware we have strict client confidentiality rules.”
“Yeah...sure, but someone will contact me?” Jansky replies.
“Yes”
“Alright thanks.” Jansky hangs up the call.
Placing the phone down, she then lifts up the letter from the managing real-estate agents of her building. Opening the envelope she takes out the letter. Quickly looking over the typed text. Jansky chuckles tossing the letter aside. “Notice to Vacate...fucking landlord wants to take possession.”
Walking towards the w
indow she looks out at the building development that is occurring next door to her. “Capitalism fused with socialist central planning. A match made in heaven,” Jansky says to herself sarcastically referring to the overbuilding of apartments, which has been allowed by local councils and government departments with kickbacks from pension funds investing as tax offsets against other portfolio profits, at the same time inflows of Chinese gray money become havens for offshore Asian investors. All the while San Fransisco has a growing homelessness problem - like most American cities. Walking back to her laptop she looks over the news report feeds. One of the headings reads:
“Russian and American officials begin talks in Berlin, Germany to simmer the new Cold War tensions in Europe.”
Jansky checks her mail noticing an email from her colleague Micheal Reddy.
Hi Elly,
We have an upcoming news conference and panel discussion on the (I guess we don't call it a DEV anymore) Alien-Artifact. I'll call you soon to confirm details.
The question everyone is asking. Has this Extraterrestrial Intelligence created a new type of cosmic 'structure'? The good news is the UN Security Council has set up a protocol that any unusual spikes in Neutrino and Gamma Ray detection must be analyzed as not a threat. Both America and Russia have agreed, China is playing hardball, but it's just to save face. However they, the Chinese, have allowed an international team of scientists to use their Apeture radio telescope. In summary, military systems will be recalibrating with fail safe measures to not see unusual cosmic particle activity as an Earth based human 'event'. Also the high Neutrino range above the 'W particle', my colleague at North Carolina State University particle laboratory, who is more expert than I on the subject, has looked over the preliminary equations from Professor Tori's paper and also the readings form the Neutrino detector in Antarctica. It seems that the Neutrinos could be coded in an unnatural manner. So yes, possible Extraterrestrial contact. Once again your speculative assumptions have shone through (sarc). Were you able to have your friend create the conceptual art for the object? We will need some visual representation for the discussions. Speak to you soon.