Chapter 55
As testified by red eyes and even for Maria too much coffee, she had been engrossed in her laboratory work since early this morning. She missed both lunch and supper and it was now well into the evening. It was not by purposeful design that she lowered her head onto the desk and another hour disappeared. It was her body conceding to the fatigue. Although she understood the need for rest and difference between passion and obsession, her ‘need to know’ pressed hard against her. Maria was driven and cursed by forces out of her control. She had to know.
This evening, her alien based computers had thankfully decided to cooperate and obey her commands. Her first task was to image the twelve DNA codes taken from the satellite. She ‘needed to know’ what each species looked like. From past experiences, she already knew what some looked like, for instance the Great Grays, the Sky People and the Anunnaki. As confirmation that the imaging program worked, those known specific DNA spirals were entered into the program first. It was a test to show the accuracy of the imaging program.
As each correct image appeared, she put the crystals with the encoded DNA into the proper slot of the control panel that Santo took from the satellite. The Sky People DNA sequencing was first. Up in the satellite when the dot of bright light appeared in thin air and quickly expanded into the size of a doorway, she was not surprised at what she saw through the dimensional gate. There was no planet, only a vast universe of darkness. There were no solar systems, planets or stars. Nothing. It was as expected. The Sky People had lost their planet and entire solar system to an unstoppable and deadly incursion of anti-matter. The only thing left of that dimension was a vastness of dark matter, a universe of nothing.
The Anunnaki planet looked suspiciously like the barren world that Belle and Robert had discovered. She understood that the Anunnaki had for whatever reason abandoned their planet and were scheming to slowly alter human DNA for the purpose of assimilating this one, in effect taking it over with their species. The whole planet looked like a war zone of destroyed cities. It was clear that they had destroyed their planet with war, perhaps using the same destructive weapons used in the Great Earth War. No wonder they wanted off that planet.
Some years ago, while recovering one of the books that Zak Zander had referred to as part of the Rosetta Stone books from a secluded temple in Tibet, she saw statues of the Dropa Tribe. They were small, squat and at least by human comparison, quite ugly. Because they looked evil, more like hideous garden gnomes, they were judged by the humans who saw them to be evil. Now with the image grown from the DNA and seeing their actual likeness, she understood the comparison. She also knew that it took years of interaction with the Tibetan people before being accepted as a kind and benevolent species. She saved the image and entered it into her data base of alien appearances once inhabiting this planet.
When she placed that DNA code in the dimensional key to have a look at their world, like that of the Sky People there was no planet in sight. She wondered if the Dropa and Sky People both lost their planet to the same invasion of anti-matter. Knowing that the Dropa left Tibet and this planet, she wondered where they might have gone. Did they eventually find another planet to inhabit? She hoped so.
When her imaging program created a species of tall skinny humanoids with spirals of both dark and white all over their body and faces, she understood why the Australian aboriginals painted themselves with white lines and strange designs. It was to honor and copy the appearance of the Wandjina Tribe who at that time ruled over Australia. Their image was also recorded and entered into her data base.
When looking through the portal and seeing their planet, she was surprised at what she saw. For a few seconds she thought there had been a mistake. She thought she was looking at planet Earth, specifically the Australian Outback. Because it looked habitable, she wondered what disaster had forced them to come here. And like all the other tribes of the ancient Earth, she wondered what happened to them. Where did the Wandjina go?
And so it went with the rest of the alien tribes that once inhabited this planet. The DNA of the tribes of Ascot, Odin and Thor imaged a burly broad shouldered alien. Their home planet was now a world of fire and swirling gases. The Rama tribes of the Middle East, the tribe that warred against the Anunnaki showed a lean blue skin toned alien. When she called up their home planet she saw what appeared to be a desolate world of bombed and destroyed cities not unlike that of the Anunnaki world. She had to wonder if there was once a war between their planets and it was continued here on Earth.
Because Santo told Maria of his experience with the Snow Monks and described them, she was sure she was now looking at their image as well. When calling for an image of their planet, she was shocked to see what could only be described as mountains of ice and torrential wind. It was the same image seen in the satellite that Santo identified as their home.
Hours later and after a lot of coffee she now had the DNA codes of the twelve alien tribes that once occupied planet Earth. Now she needed to know what happened to them. Did some of the lost tribes go home? Seeing the desolation of some planets, she knew that could not be possible. Some planets, like that of the Sky People and Dropa were missing altogether. There was no going back home for them. To cast light on the mystery she decided to look for those specific alien markers in the human species. She wondered if some alien tribes never left the planet. Were some humans species now relatives of those aliens?
She had to know.
Chapter 56
Although late, there was a knock on her laboratory door. At first, she thought it was a snapping sound inside her head, a warning of fatigue from overtaxed neuro receptors. When there was no reply, Jessika took a chance and slowly opened the door. What she had discovered and wanted to show Maria was important and so didn’t want to go away without a good effort to present it tonight. Still at the door but peeking in, she saw the leader of the House of the Nazarene intently staring at the computers and fingers were buzzing over the keyboard. As Maria frantically programmed and gave voice commands, Jessika knew by the exhausted tone of her voice that what she had on the tray would be well received.
Taking a chance, she pushed the door wider and took soft steps into the lab. Remembering the jolt of being startled, she understood that in Maria’s current condition, doing that now would be akin to pulling the pin on a grenade. Her approach to the desk was on tip-toe and deliberately slightly to the side hoping to catch her peripheral vision.
With eyes and mind glued to the monitor, Maria neither heard a knock on the door nor saw Jessika softly enter. What caught her attention was the intoxicating odor of a magic elixir, fresh coffee. Because the cup on her desk only contained cold and stale coffee, this was an inviting and soothing medicinal prescription. With eyes still attached to the monitor, she questioned why she was smelling chorba, her favorite Bulgarian bean soup. Was she really that far gone?
Heavy eyes slowly lifted to see Jessika standing a few feet away holding a tray and looking tentative. Clearly she was not sure if the grenade was goings to explode or not. However, the pleasant aroma of food and most importantly the coffee had soothed the savage beast. Recognizing the peace offering, Maria smiled and gestured for Jessika to bring the sacrifice to the altar. She sat and pushed the tray across the desk. Surprisingly, at least to Jessika, Maria dove into the bean soup first.
The soup was hot but disappeared quickly, as did the coffee. Now out of the deep chasm of intense focus, she put the cup down and smiled at Jessika.
“Thank you. That was very well timed.”
Jessika understood addiction to knowledge, the need to know. As a program genius she had suffered it many times and many times Kirk had pacified the same curse with similar offerings.
It was clear to Maria that Jessika did not simply come to offer food and drink and so politely asked,
“Do you have more for me?”
With a smile and nod, she seemed proud to say,
“Yes, and I know you wanted to hear it right
away.”
“I’m excited. What has pulled you away from three children and an attentive husband?”
Jessika suddenly laughed.
“Jezz, two are crying and the other one has a full diaper. I would have come here just to discuss the weather with you.”
However, she didn’t come here just to get away from that tedium and so released the real reason for the visit. Jessika asked,
“Have you figured out who the aliens under the Siberian Triangle are yet?”
“No, and I find that a little frustrating. Are you here to tell me something about them?”
She seemed proud to say,
“Yes, I’m pretty sure I figured it out. In the information that Waldorf got from the Russian secret papers, they were referred to as Altians. Well, there is no reference to that name in Zak’s data base. It’s as if the name never existed, at least in the alien files. So naturally my only alternative was to again search the earthly languages. Zak was not only a linguist with alien languages but also of ancient and dead languages, including vocabulary, grammar, and how words evolved over time. I’m not a linguist but by using his references to the origin of the Russian language and tracing that name back through history, I think I might have come up with something of interest for you.”
Maria expected to hear the name right away but Jessika wanted her to understand the research and how it led to this revelation. So, much to the chagrin of Maria, Jessika continued,
“Because the modern day Russian language referred to them as Altians, it was imperative for me to research and backtrack that name through Russian linguistics. From the point of view of the modern spoken language, Russian is closest to Ukrainian and Belarusian. However, Russian is a Slavic language of the Indo-European family. It’s a lineal descendant of the language used hundreds of years ago by the Rus, who lived among the Swedes on the other side of the Baltic Sea. It was the Rus who named the land Russia, or in their language, the land of the Rus.”
Maria was tired. DNA double and triple helixes were still bouncing around in her head plus she was getting a headache. Although she understood that Jessika was simply referencing her research, she tried very hard not to shout, ‘give me the goddamn name already!’ Then, as if Jessika saw the impatience, she proudly announced,
“The name Altians translates through the languages to become Atlantis.”
Shocked, Maria demanded,
“Are you telling me that the aliens under the dome are related to the original Atlantians?”
“No, once again, that speculation is up to you. I’m simply reporting my research to you.”
And then she smugly added,
“And yes, that is exactly what I’m telling you.”
Maria was well aware of Plato’s story of legendary Atlantis. Although his reference to that so-called mythical land was in his dialogues of Timaeus and Critias and written in 360 BC, the romance of an advanced civilization on Earth has endured through the centuries. With Jessika’s research, her hopes for the story being true greatly rose. Was it possible that through thousands of years, relatives of the original aliens of Atlantis were still alive and hidden under the Siberian Triangle? From that sudden thought, another one quickly exploded. Why are the Russians protecting them?
Now faced with research suggesting that the aliens under the triangle are the ancient Atlantians, she also understood that the language inside the Black Knight was obviously also Atlantian. Scattered pieces to the ancient puzzle slowly drifted through the abyss and tumbled into place. The picture was now clear. The ancient Atlantians obviously created the Black Knight and turned it into a DNA depository of all living things on Earth. But why?
While pointing to the door, she thanked Jessika for the information and claimed that it unlocked many mysteries. Surprisingly Jessika did not heed the silent command to leave. Thinking that there might be something else, Maria asked,
“Don’t tell me you have more.”
With hopes rising, she quickly added,
“Do you?”
Jessika smiled and asked,
“So what do you think of the weather? I hope it rains soon, huh.”
Maria understood the request to stay and chat but she was too deep in mysteries and a headache to comply. She laughed and seemed pleased to say,
“Get back to your diapers.”
Chapter 57
Because it was supper time, when Waldorf returned from Switzerland, he didn’t think it was important enough to immediately report to Maria. After a quick jog up the grand staircase and into their apartment, he freshened up and was just in time to join his family at the dinner table. Just as he was digging into the potatoes he noticed a very unhappy Robert absently playing with his favorite food. Thinking that it was not serious, he joked,
“What’s the matter? Did mom beat you at chess again?”
As it turned out, his tutor did not like the report on the history of Bulgaria. Robert thought it would have read a lot better if only he had been allowed to mention their discovery of a dimensional portal underneath the library floor and their adventure in another world.
Waldorf looked to Helga who only threw him a knowing grin but denied the help he was looking for. Taking matters into his own hands, he looked to Robert and said,
“You know Robert, as a trusted member of the House of the Nazarene there will be many times when important secrets such as this get in the way of a normal life. As a trusted member of our field operatives, you were sent on a secret spy mission for us. At various levels, we all have secrets that must be kept, even from or family. In many cases, it’s for the protection of everybody.”
That seemed to pacify him somewhat. From a look of gloom sprung an expression of pride for being acknowledged as a trusted field agent just like his mom and dad. Waldorf seemed satisfied to have said the right thing. That is until Robert asked,
“Do you have secrets from mom?”
Suddenly Waldorf shot his eyes to the potatoes and Helga’s eyes lit up. She looked across the table and playfully waited for an answer. In order to get out of a bad situation, a good soldier has to be able to think quickly and sometimes on the run. That life-saving ability quickly surfaced when he started to speak and Helga’s ears perked,
“When it comes to our personal life, your mom and I have no secrets from each other. However, if Maria told your mom that the mission they went on in the Siberian Triangle was top secret even from me, as a trusted member of the House of the Nazarene she would be expected to obey that command.”
Helga nodded her approval and the good soldier escaped the awkwardness.
Waldorf now sat proud of his escape and parental skill of explaining things to Robert. He had passed through his early years ignorant of the importance and pride of having a family. Where a man might have devoted his life to a wife and children, he had foolishly devoted his to a different family, that of the House of the Nazarene. This late emergence of parental pride felt good to him.
Waldorf’s father had been Head of Security for the House all of his life. When Duchess Josephine de Mayer-David became the new leader, the prestigious position of protecting the House was taken over by a younger man who had been trained for the position all of his life, his son Waldorf. For the twenty-two years the Duchess ruled and through all the years serving Gustav Magnus Laurent and now Professor Maria Espinoza, that was all Waldorf ever knew, serve and protect.
Now when most men’s thoughts are of retirement, Waldorf had a wife and son and wondered where those valuable possessions had been all of his life. Many times, as now watching Robert gulp down his supper and seeing Helga’s look of revulsion at absent table manners, he greatly regretted those lost years. Helga, wanting help in training Robert to have better table manners looked across the table at Waldorf. However, she did not see revulsion but rather a strange look of pride as if approving the piggish behaviour. Recognizing defeat, she continued to slowly nibble at her food.
Waldorf had read books on child rearing and knew
better than to ask how his day at school had gone and what he had learned today. As the book had stated, it was a weak and desperate question asked of an adult not knowing how to properly relate with a child. To Robert and almost every other school child, it was a dumb and uninteresting question usually followed by the bland answer, “Nothing.” Instead, Waldorf said,
“I heard you and Belle discovered a cave in the cliffs over by the shore of the Black Sea. Have you explored it yet?”
Suddenly Robert’s eyes lit up and he stopped gulping food. Through a mouth full of potatoes he excitedly spit out,
“No, we haven’t had a chance to but soon will.”
Waldorf tried his best to be a concerned parent and said,
“That’s all well and good but you are both inexperienced spelunkers. I don’t want you two going in there by yourselves.”
Helga nodded her approval of the sage advice for she was greatly concerned for their safety as well. It was certainly not a place a mother wanted her children to go.
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