Edward continued with his enlistment efforts.
“You have to practically analyze the DNA code of every human species on Earth looking for anomalies in the genetics. With your antiquated computers such a task would take a lifetime. You also need to locate humans claiming to be different, who have abilities outside the normal human spectrum. We can help you with that as well. As a tempting tidbit, let me offer you this.”
He then reached over, plucked a hair from her head and said,
“In the hopes of locating the intrusive code, you once asked me for a DNA sample of the Second Creation. Now I suggest that you look into your own DNA.”
Surprised, she asked,
“Are you implying that I am of the Second Creation, that I am one of you?”
After a mocking smile he replied,
“Goodness no. I’m asking if you have ever analyzed your daughter’s genetics.”
The deep furl across her forehead and surprised look on Santo was his answer. Edward continued,
“Have you not noticed her extra-sensory capabilities? That in itself suggests an anomaly in synaptic patterns. Did you think that ability came from her father?”
When Maria shook her head, Santo suddenly looked indignant. Edward continued,
“I told you before that there are only a handful of humans on this planet who can communicate with fairies, let alone with the endangered species of giants. Have you not noticed that she never used her voice to communicate with that pet monkey of hers in the Amazon?”
The gazing path between Maria and Santo had not been broken, each still intently staring at the other.
“I am not asking you to come to the House of the Second Creation laboratories for this research. It is a great honor for in fact humans of the First Creation are forbidden to contaminate our organization.”
He produced a strange smirk and teased,
“As quoted in many holy books, ‘none may pass from your side to us.’ However, for only the price of sharing your research with us, I will offer you our Cesium Atom Frequency Based computers. They are a thousand times more powerful than what the House of the Nazarene offered you. Think of it, instant calculations. You can draw data from the frequencies of the universe and get instant answers to questions that scientists will not even think to ask for a thousand years.”
Because it was overwhelming, it was agreed that she would think about it and let him know. All three got up, left the coffee shop and walked down the narrow cobblestone sidewalk. While leisurely strolling through the village in a random direction, or so Santo thought, Edward said to Maria,
“Regardless if you join our little organization or not, I would like you to have this.”
He handed her an ambiguous looking little disc similar to the one he had given Santo in England and explained,
“Treat it much like Santo’s direct communication device to us. If at any time you have questions about my offer, simply press it for a few seconds and I will hear you.”
Knowing what it was, she put it in her pocket.
In a large metropolitan city, three people strolling side by side on the sidewalk would not be a crowd. However, it was in the small village of Pirnan. Edward was walking between Santo and Maria. As they strolled past the bakery, with the intention of asking a question, Santo turned to Edward. To his great shock, Edward was not there. His trained reflexes snapped around looking for him but to no avail. Perplexed, he asked Maria,
“Did you see where he went?”
Because she was lost in deep thoughts of super computers and talking to the universe, she had not been paying attention. Still looking straight ahead, she asked,
“Where did who go?”
It did not take Santo long to realize that once again, seemingly magically, Edward had mysteriously come and gone. She was surprised to hear Santo utter,
“I really must get me one of those.”
When turning to ask, “One of what?” was when she realized Edward had disappeared.
Chapter 53
Santo had always taken pride in his ability to adapt quickly to any situation. However, he was still having trouble adjusting to driving narrow mountain roads in a large pick-up truck. Driving the winding road from the village back to Greenwood Estate was not one of his finest moments. While twisting and cranking hard on the wheel, Maria wondered if he thought he was in a D-wing for he seemed oblivious to being tossed from side to side. Thinking all was well, he nonchalantly asked Maria a question concerning Edward’s tempting offer. However, she was too nervous and busy helping him steer with body language, to answer.
That evening at the dinner table, she was deeply lost in Edward’s proposal, and that night, while in bed with the lights out, Maria finally opened up and started talking about what was swirling around in her mind. Despite a herculean effort by a sleepy Santo to stifle a moan, one escaped nonetheless. Fortunately, she was already well into her announcement and did not hear the objection. She said,
“I think I’d like to partner up with Edward and his House of the Second Creation.”
It was not news to him. He understood that the tempting offer of powerful computers would be overwhelming for her. He said,
“So you have decided to save us all from turning into aliens have you?”
Santo then added something he had thought about a lot.
“I don’t think it’s his House though. The way he talked and paused now and then, I think he was getting permission and instructions from somebody, perhaps even a committee.”
After a few minutes of silence, he understood that it did not matter to her who the leader was as long as she was getting the computers. He took advantage and added,
“I have an interesting question about this so-called Passive Genetic Takeover thing. If it is true that the Anunnaki infused a take-over code into our genetics, then why is it taking so long? This intrusive infusion thing was supposedly done to us during the years of the Sumerian civilization, at least 6,000 years ago. To me, that makes them the most patient race of aliens ever. Whatever they may have done to us does not seem to be working.”
Her reply was slow in coming.
“Yes, I have given that a lot of thought as well. When I first discovered their aggressive DNA code, I extrapolated the timeline needed for a complete takeover. You are correct, we humans should have been completely Anunnaki by the time of Jesus Christ. Clearly, their timeline has not gone according to plan. Yes, it implies that something has gone wrong. It could be that our DNA code is more resistant to invasion than they thought.”
Santo’s question was hopeful.
“Then we are safe. It’s not working, right?”
“Oh no, it is working. Their infused code is still in our spirals. It is just not working as fast as they had hoped. At a guess, I would say that we are probably twenty percent Anunnaki right now.”
Caught up in the subject, forgetting that he was tired, he turned to face her. In the dark, she could feel his hot breath on her face.
“If I were an alien who discovered that my plan to take over the planet was not working, I would do one of two things. Either face the fact that it is not working and go home or figure out a better way to do it.”
Her reply was slow.
“No. I don’t think they will forget about it. Clearly, it is in their arrogant manner or religion to believe they are the perfect creation and want to spread that so-called perfection throughout the universe. Because of that tenacity, I suspect they may have accepted a slowdown in the invasion but will never give up on it. They are probably very busy right now searching human DNA throughout the world looking for what went wrong and how to fix it.”
Santo asked,
“Do you suppose that might account for all those alien abduction stories we hear so much about, that they are tracking the DNA takeover?”
“Sure, that could be. Keep in mind that most abduction stories are a result of regressive dream memory. Very few abduction reports are real. But yes, I suppose that
could be one reason for some of the legitimate abductions.”
When Santo rolled onto his back, Maria continued,
“I think what could be happening with these abductions is that the Anunnaki are trying to turn their failed passive takeover into an outright aggressive attack on our DNA code.”
Yawning, Santo said,
“With these super computers Edward is offering, do you think you can stop it?”
“Yes. However, I will need gene pairings from millions of humans. In fact I will be doing what the Anunnaki are probably doing right now, collecting human DNA samples to see what went wrong with the timeline. With the help of his Cesium Atom Cased computers, with any luck, I can reverse that attack and a few generations from now all humans will be as intended by their Creator.”
Because Santo had fallen asleep, Maria leaned over, kissed him goodnight and whispered, “Love you.”
Chapter 54
The Three Books
Waldorf’s expertise and experience in Nazarene security was without equal and greatly valued by the new Head of Security, Captain Santo Martinez. With an agreement to keep in touch, Waldorf and Helga were on holidays, taking time to recover from their injuries, and embracing Robert into his new family. Currently they were frolicking on a beach in Greece.
Santo was in his office listening to security advisors arguing over the best areas for placement of security cameras throughout the estate when the phone rang. It was Jessika reporting a computer security breach and to please come over immediately. As this offered more interest than listening to his team arguing, on his way out he instructed his security crew to report any agreement, if possible.
The computer rooms were in one of the small cottages just down a narrow garden path from the manor. When approaching the cottage, he saw Jessika waiting for him in the doorway. Before even a cordial greeting could be exchanged, an agitated Jessika swiped a strand of hair from her eyes and blurted out.
“It should be impossible but it has happened twice already.”
As he followed her into the main computer room, he naturally asked,
“What has happened twice already?”
There was frustration in her tone.
“We have been cyber attacked.”
Surprised and knowing there must be some mistake, he responded,
“But these are House of the Nazarene computers.”
“Yes, like I said, it should not be possible. We are changing our access codes every few minutes with floating algorithms but whoever is doing this is still getting in.”
Zak, sitting in his chair saw them approach. Jessika reported,
“Strangely, it is only happening to his computer.”
Santo, not getting the information he wanted from the distraught Jessika, looked to Zak and asked,
“What is happening Zak, talk to me.”
Zak was mad.
“Somebody is trying very hard to delete my work.”
Jessika added,
“It should not be happening. Somebody or something out in the voids of the matrix is trying to prevent him from researching his work.”
Aware of her frustration and Zak’s anger, Santo recognised an investigative dead end and so started asking questions. He asked,
“Could this supposedly impossible cyber-attack have anything to do with the Great Gray’s Step-down Interface component we took from the Duchess? Is it currently connected to any of our systems?”
“No”, said Jessika, “For some reason or other, it only worked once. The three pieces shattered and the step down module burned out. We think it might have been a singularity transitory ---,”
Not understanding the language, Santo shot up a halting hand and asked,
“Where is the module?”
Pointing to the far wall, she said,
“It’s still over there in the crates.”
Turning to the box on the floor, he saw the charred step-down component and broken pieces of glass they had gathered from around the world. It was clear that it would never function again.
Puzzled, he asked,
“Are you sure all the shattered pieces are here? It looks like some might be missing.”
He was surprised at her reply.
“Yes, I thought so as well. However, without full assembly it would be impossible to tell.”
Accepting the explanation, he then turned back to Zak.
“What have you been working on? What sensitive information has the infiltrator obtained from us?”
Still upset, Zak pointed to his computer and as if it were the most important thing in the world, snapped,
“My research on these three books.”
He patted them and added,
“These are the ones you found in the same place as the three pieces needed to neutralize the Sentinel Satellite.”
Santo glanced at his desk and recognized two books he and Maria had recovered from the dome under the ocean and in the cave at the Grand Canyon but did not recognize the one Maria had first recovered in Tibet.
Jessika saw his perplexity and contributed,
“Somebody with very powerful computers and I dare say, a greater genius than mine does not want him to access the information coded in those books.”
Fearing that it was significant enough to probe secure Nazarene satellites, Santo asked,
“What are you translating Zak?”
Zak picked up the book Maria brought back from Tibet and held it close to his chest.
“The order you discovered them in was not the sequence of the books. As it turned out, the first book was the one you discovered in that underwater dome. The next in line was Tibet and then the Navajo. The Australian book is the first of the Rosetta Stone.”
Santo did not understand and therefore said,
“I’m not a scientist. Talk to me.”
In a voice implying annoyance, that it was basic knowledge, Zak said,
“The Rosetta Stone was a stone tablet found in Egypt containing the same text repeated in Egyptian hieroglyphics, Egyptian demotic script, and Greek. It was the key to deciphering hieroglyphics.”
Seeing Santo’s frown, Zak decided to make it easier, “Okay, simplistically ---,”
Santo quickly interjected his appreciation of the word ‘simplistically’ saying,
“Thank you.”
Zak again felt the curse of interruptions. As best he could, he continued without anger.
“When the Greek in the Rosetta stone was translated it was discovered there were repeating patterns in the other two texts. It was theorized not to be a coincidence but rather a deliberate cypher to translate a dead language. It eventually led to the deciphering of Egyptian hieroglyphs.”
Hugging the book even tighter to his chest or as Santo thought, to his heart, he continued,
“That’s what these three books are. They are the key to decoding the language of the Great Grays. This first book is in ancient Greek and in the same manner as the Rosetta Stone is a clue to the Great Gray language of the last book.”
He then cast a condescending look to his Security Officer and added,
“Do you understand? The first two books are allowing me to decode and translate the third book.”
Santo saw no concern or danger in decoding the Great Gray Language. At least to him it did not warrant the massive effort needed to hack into secure Nazarene computers. Yet, somebody with colossal computer capacity and a clear understanding of Nazarene security satellites was doing just that. He turned to Jessika and asked,
“Whoever is doing this, do they understand that we can detect the incursion?”
She again swiped dangling hair from her face and said,
“They obviously know how to decode each Sleeper Satellite as well as decipher each algorithm. They have inserted complicated fluctuating rhythms into the hack stream making it impossible to trace. Because of the anti-trace worm inserted as a rider, it implies they knew we would discover the hack.”
He gave her a hard stare
and snidely said,
“You could have just said yes.”
Turning back to Zak he asked,
“What is in the Great Gray book that is so important to be stolen.”
A frustrated Zak blurted out,
“I don’t know. It’s not a hack for data so much as an infiltration preventing access to the programs I need to decode it. The hacker keeps deleting or scrambling my research.”
Anything having to do with computer security and cyber pilfering had never been Santo’s strong point. What he was good at however was delegating. He turned to his computer genius and gave Jessika the only order he could think to give.
“Get on it.”
Turning back to Zak he commanded,
“Clearly there is something important in that third book. If you cannot use the computers to translate it then do it the old fashioned way, pencil and paper. Let’s see if whoever is doing this can prevent you from translating it that way.”
As he walked away, he heard Zak object,
“I suppose you expect me to use an abacus and slide rule as well.”
Chapter 55
Two days later, because Santo was left alone to establish Greenwood security, the mansion was a whirlwind of activity making it almost impossible to operate on a schedule. From early morning, sometimes into the middle of the night, he was called upon to approve of, or come and look at a particular security improvement or flaw. As hectic as that was, it was not as chaotic for Maria, she often found herself held captive in her laboratory. Like Santo, she frequently missed breakfast, lunch and sleep. In the days before Belle was born, it was not intrusive to their relationship to miss dinners but now with a daughter, both thought it important to eat dinner as a family unit.
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