We’re there already? I thought, as my body settled back to normal.
Of course, Grandpa. Time travels fast when you are having fun. If you do not know where you are going, you might end up someplace else! Monroe replied with a devious look on his face.
Huh? Gee, the kid is starting to sound like Yogi Berra. Maybe he has developed a slight sense of humor, I thought.
When we emerged from the mother ship, I felt a high, like two sheets to the wind. I had no idea time travel would provide such a buzz. But then, I had no idea I’d ever be going time traveling. I thought maybe I should do this more often.
Stepping out of the craft, I got a little woozy like I might have had one too many rum and Cokes during the flight. It took me several seconds to steady my feet on the ground. When I did, I noticed that we were in the same room at the base of the volcano. I looked up to see the same display of stars. It appeared we hadn’t gone anywhere.
Son of a gun. How could that be? I wondered, as my doubts about this whole situation returned. Was I being played for a fool?
This could have been the biggest elaborate practical joke ever played on a sucker like me. After all, it had been said that one was born every minute. This could be the joke that had the whole world laughing and crying at the same time. That Candid Camera had to be around there somewhere.
I am unfamiliar with Son of a gun, but you are no fool Grandpa, Monroe said. Of course we are in the same room.
Hey. Get off the grandpa kick. I’m only thirty-five. Let’s just stick with Tom and Monroe.
As you wish, Tom, Monroe said, dipping his head.
I must have hurt his feelings ‘cause he sounded hurt and had a sad puppy dog look on his face.
We travel from time to time, not one location to another. The ship stays in the same longitude and latitude, only in different time frame’s. Transport technology has not yet been invented to travel from location to location, Monroe explained.
Duh! Stupid me. Scotty must have not been born yet, I thought.
Scotty?
You don’t know Scotty, the engineer on Star Trek?
Then I remembered. Scotty was a fictional character in the sci-fi Star Trek movies.
Forget it, Monroe. I was just thinking out loud.
He probably doesn’t understand how I could think out loud either.
We may have been in the same room at the base of the volcano, but it now had a far more sophisticated and futuristic appearance. There was even an R2D2-Star Wars type robot device scooting around the room.
We should be on our way. Your brother is waiting, Monroe said, as he led me to one of the smaller craft parked near the Mothership.
Waiting for what? Hopefully, I’m not stepping out of the frying pan straight into the fire.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Supplementary
I followed Monroe to one of the smaller craft. It had three seats. One up front and two just behind the front one. I waved to the sexy female warrior, hoping that with a bit of luck, under different circumstances, and in time, we would cross paths again. I could imagine by her smile and the twinkle in her eye that she might have had the same thoughts.
The smaller craft had a date panel similar to the one on the Mothership. According to Monroe, the smaller craft could also zip in and out of time frame’s. When observed, that might explain why UFOs sometimes appeared to be in one place one minute and then suddenly accelerate and disappear the next. That might also explain why they were usually invisible to radar. Monroe never hinted as to why they had to fly in a formation of three. Probably another one of those ‘need to know’.
With Monroe at the controls, our craft rose through the top of the volcano and headed to our destination. A transparent dome atop the ship provided a 360-degree range of vision. I could make out two other craft similar to ours, tagging along. Before long, we could observe the sun rising, as we approached a huge transparent dome that shielded an entire city.
Monroe told me that there were seven such cities on the planet, each on a separate continent, and each under a similar dome. Each city had a population of approximately one million citizens. There was only one government, one language, one race, and one creed on the planet. Everyone sang the same song. Imagine that.
The city we were approaching was located in the central part of what used to be called the United States of America. We were to land right smack dab in the heart of what was once called Kansas. Outside the dome, I observed a barren wasteland. According to Monroe, it was the result of pollution and one too many wars, before mankind finally got their act together.
The city appeared to be approximately a hundred miles in diameter. Inside the dome, was a Garden of Eden paradise, with greenery flourishing everywhere. I saw structures of various sizes and shapes that looked to be something you would see on some other planet in a galaxy far away. I had to remind myself that I was still on Earth. There were water fountains and waterfalls everywhere spouting sparkling colored water. The streets sparkled like gold. There was no litter in sight.
I saw small automotive-type vehicles scooting around. They had no visible wheels, as they were suspended in the air about a foot above the ground. I thought it strange how man had invented the greatest invention of all—the wheel—and then had no use for it in the future.
As we approached the dome, an entryway materialized. Just as we were about to enter, I felt a loud thump and a violent jerk. The craft vibrated and suddenly pitched downward, slamming my head into the back of the seat in front of me. Warning sirens blared within the craft as it spun out of control. The ship was losing altitude fast, jerking me around like one of my favorite roller coaster rides. Only this time my blood curling scream was not of joy as I blacked out.
*****
When I awoke I saw myself. I seemed to be outside my body looking in. I had on different clothes and was looking rather ragged. I was in need of a shave and a haircut. It looked like I had been put through the ringer. It didn’t help that it felt like someone was pounding on my head with a hammer. There were others gathered around. Humanoids of diverse colors, sizes, and shapes that I had never seen before. I thought that I had to be having a sci-fi dream. Nothing seemed real.
Where am I? I thought. Who are you guys?
No one responded. I then realized that none of them were wearing a helmet. I felt my head and noted that mine was gone too.
“We removed your helmet. You won’t be needing it anymore. They can’t hear you now,” myself said to me in a firm but fuzzy voice.
“We also removed the tracking device. They can’t track you now. Before you start freaking out, I’m Tom-Tom, your cloned brother,” myself said to me, extending his hand.
I had suffered a blow on the head in the crash, so I figured I must be hallucinating.
Yeah, okay. Monroe told me about you. I just need to figure out if this is a dream or reality, I thought.
He didn’t respond to my thought, so I said out loud, “This can’t be real. I must be dreamin’.”
“Perhaps this will help,” Tom-Tom said, as he slapped me upside the head.
“Feel that? Think you’re still dreaming now,” he added while giving me a wink.
That snapped me back to reality. It also pissed me off, and I jumped up, ready to fight.
Everyone present jerked to attention and took a defensive position. I quickly calmed down when I realized I was outnumbered.
“So what the hell is going on?” I asked, trying to make some sense out of my situation.
“I sensed you were in the aircraft with the alien, so we shot it down and rescued you,” Tom-Tom said. “As your clone, I have an ability to sense your presence.”
“In an aircraft with an alien? Rescued me? You’re totally confused. I wasn’t with an alien and I didn’t need rescuing. What the hell are you talking about? I was coming to help you.”
“Help me? Brother, you have been deceived,” said Tom-Tom, running his hand through his hair.
To make a
long story short, my cloned brother revealed a completely different history of mankind than what I had been led to believe by the alien called Monroe. According to my brother, the abductors were in no way, kinfolk.
“How in the world can aliens be human kinfolk?” he asked with a chuckle.
He and the others had a hearty laugh, knowing I had fallen hook, line and sinker. Come to find out, the abductors were not mankind’s future generation, as Monroe had led me to believe. They were actually aliens from another world.
How embarrassing. How could I have been so gullible?
According to my ‘brother’, the aliens had attacked and destroyed much of planet Earth twenty years earlier. Humans had put up a good fight, but were no match for a superior being. The Earth was scorched during the battle and made a wasteland. The aliens built the dome cities and enslaved most of the humans that survived. Because of pollution and disease, plus the alien atmosphere inside the domes, their human slaves soon lost the ability to reproduce. The aliens ran low on human slaves to handle their dirty work, so they would travel back in time to collect human DNA to clone. But the clones were found to be sterile. They then tried assimilating with humans. That didn’t work the way they planned. They were fit to be tied to find a solution.
Then the rebellions started. Apparently the aliens hadn’t read up on human history. Man always had and always will rebel against slavery. Clones were no exception. They, after all, were human too. Up until just a few months before, the rebellious humans and clones hadn’t been much more than a thorn in the aliens’ side. At least not until my clone, Tom-Tom, escaped the Dome and organized a resistance.
He led a rebellion, and most of the clones, half-breeds, and humans escaped to the wastelands. They joined up with other surviving humans who were living in underground caves beneath the wastelands.
The aliens had to conjure up another plan. It involved traveling back in time to convince me to help them find my clone (Tom-Tom) and put an end to the rebellion. They knew clones were on the same wavelength as their originals and had a ESP connection. We could feel each other’s presence, even through time. They figured I could lead them straight to him. Problem solved. They were right, too, but Tom-Tom foiled their plan and saved the day and maybe mankind, too, when he rescued me.
I know, you’re probably thinking this is starting to sound like another one of those science fiction novels. Hey, I am just telling you like it is. No need to go rogue on me. I had no idea what I would be getting myself into when I discovered how to melt the memory blocks.
So here I was, suckered into believing in government conspiracies, UFOs, abductions, a sibling from the future, cloning, and now ghastly aliens.
Not only that, I was now stuck in the future, right in the middle of a rebellion, in no man’s land, with another major war on the horizon. The plot couldn’t get much thicker.
Wanna bet?
Move aside Buck Rogers, it was my turn to become a hero, or discover I stepped in a bucket of shit and was stuck in the middle of some elaborate fairy tale. Question is, will I come out smelling like a rose?
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Besieged
At this point, I began to wonder what had happened to Monroe, or whoever he was. It turns out that I was wearing my seatbelt, and apparently Monroe wasn’t because Tom-Tom told me he didn’t think the alien survived the crash. They hadn’t stuck around long enough to found out. I found it ironic that Monroe had saved me from harm in my car crash and now couldn’t save himself.
Okay. What’s next, I wondered.
It seemed I didn’t have much of a choice. This would be a chance to be a real hero and save mankind, along with myself. If I didn’t want to completely disappear from the map in my time frame, I needed to step up to the plate in this one. I also needed to figure out a way to get back to the past. The only logical alternative to accomplish this would be to get back into one of the alien time craft. Unfortunately, though, at this point, I was stuck in no man’s land, with no wheels in sight.
Not to worry, my brother said. He had a plan. A plan to sneak into the dome and destroy the aliens. A plan to save mankind in the past and the future. And a plan to return me to my time frame. He told me that we would accomplish all this with almost no weapons, a small group of clones, a few sick humans, and some half human/half-aliens. Needless to say, I had a few second thoughts.
But I reminded myself that Tom-Tom worked and lived inside the dome. He probably knew its Achilles’ heel. I really had no choice but to provide a helping hand. How could I refuse? After all, I was expecting the adventure of all adventures.
“Let’s go get ’em,” I said, feeling an adrenaline rush.
“Okay, brother, here’s how it’s going to go down,” Tom-Tom replied.
His plan was a dilly. Indiana Jones would have been impressed.
“We depart at first light. You might require company to keep you warm tonight,” Tom-Tom said, giving me a wink.
“Company? To keep me warm? Sure, why not,” I said, wondering what he had in mind.
The war with the aliens had drastically reduced the ratio of males to females. Females now outnumbered males seven to one. Those odds forced a change in social behavior. It became necessary for each male to accommodate more than one female. No matter how civilized humans became, when it came to sex, our intrinsic altruistic prevailed. We are the only species on Earth that uses sex for pleasure.
Three attractive females, of exotic nature, lay with me that night. They were extremely provocative and attractive in their unique ways.
One looked familiar. She was the tall genetically enhanced warrior I had met from the Mothership. She had defected to the rebel side. I could see by the twinkle in her eye and the smile on her face that she had been anticipating this moment. Her deep sea blue eyes pierced my soul while her plush rosy lips set my body on fire.
Another was of medium height and had blue skin sprinkled with dark blue freckles. She had sparkly yellow eyes with pupils that displayed lighted candle wicks blowing in the wind. Her long straight fiery red hair flowed over luscious watermelon breasts.
The third female was only about four feet tall, with skin as black as night and as smooth as silk. She was completely hairless from head to toe. She had bright shining electric bedroom eyes that changed colors each time she blinked. Her breasts were proud and pointed, with long protruding cherry red nipples that invited a taste of their sweetness.
It got extremely warm in the cave that evening. In my time, this would have been many a man’s dream, to lay with three exotic women. Our lovemaking was fast and furious, turning into an all-night marathon. The more I gave, the more they wanted. Together the three absorbed my body like a sponge. Our mating resembled big city alley cats in extreme heat.
Needless to say, this tomcat had one rousing, rollicking, and frolicking night. Sorry, I know I got you all worked up, but it’s that dad gum PG-13 rating again. I can’t elaborate anymore. You’ll just have to use your own imagination.
As you can imagine, I didn’t get much sleep that night. The next morning, I could hardly move, let alone go into battle with aliens. My brother had foreseen my predicament and had available a special energy drink. Good ole Red Bull was still in production. In a New York minute, I was raring to take on anyone or anything.
Careful what you wish for, Tom, because you just might get it.
Tom-Tom assembled our small ragtag rebel force, which consisted entirely of misfits and unsung heroes, to make the journey through an underground tunnel, which led to the base of the alien dome. We had to crawl on our hands and knees through slimy, rotten, smelly water. Where was that mask when I most needed it? This was not how I had envisioned a hero would travel. I darned near got bitten by a rat, more than once. Go figure, nearly two hundred years in the future and there were still dad burn rats!
Not only that, there were cockroaches galore. Crawling all over me and even getting into my hair and under my clothes. This was not what I had signed
up for. If there hadn’t been someone behind me, I’d have turned around and gone back to bed.
After crawling for what seemed an eternity, we finally reached our destination. You can imagine what we looked and smelled like. The aliens didn’t stand a chance. Our smell alone would have them on the run.
Somehow my clone brother knew how to penetrate the dome without setting off any alarms. He must have had a connection on the inside because just as we arrived, a small opening appeared in the dome.
“Move quickly, before it closes,” Tom-Tom whispered while waving us through.
There were about ten of us who scampered through the opening. Only nine made it. The tenth wasn’t quick enough, and I heard a hiss and turned to see a lightening spark vaporize him as the opening closed upon him.
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