“What the hell?” he said to himself. Where was all this stuff coming from? Then something else far more unique and profound happened to him that paled in comparison to him coming to the true understanding of the Illuminati. He had been scanned by something out there. Probably one hundred miles up in the air right over his head. His consciousness was evolving by the minute thanks to the brain soup shot, but he couldn’t comprehend the totality of what had scanned him. It was on a scale far beyond human consciousness and far beyond whatever he was becoming. He somehow knew that it had located him and intentionally scanned him in a way that he could understand so that he would scan it back. He did, and he was still attempting to unravel whatever it was that had contacted him.
The only thing he could come up with was that it was something alien, which was what the S Triad had been asking him about when they told him he was out. The big problem that he was having was that whatever it was felt like it was from planet Earth. Its frequency was right and its internal data appeared to be Earth-like. As strange and different as it was, the feeling in his gut was that it was from Earth.
He lay back on the mattress and tried to relax. The lab was dark except for the blinking lights that showed that the alarm system and motion detectors were fully operational. He wasn’t going anywhere.
He extended his consciousness outside of the facility. To him this was something entirely new. Before when he had been considered a highly evolved psychic, he still needed to sit in the special chair designed by Melissa to give him the energy he needed to enhance his consciousness to be able to have the strength to project outside of his body and observe the target. Even then, with all that advanced technology, the information drawn from the sites was at best seventy percent accurate. It was still better than nothing and gave them an idea of what they were going up against. In military terms it was far better than going in blind, especially when there were no lives risked to get the intelligence. He also understood why they had him locked up in a cage. He considered himself very fortunate that he was still alive and mentally stable.
He could feel his consciousness trying to push him to believe that he was superior to everyone on the planet. He had to consider what that belief system would do for him in the long run. He realized it would do nothing for him. He understood he had become exceptional and unique and had skills that could help him perform certain tasks very well, but morality and good behavior, as well as beauty, was in the eye of the beholder. That’s why he was sleeping in a cage in the corner of a secret government lab because his handlers were afraid to allow him into the general population.
He thought of himself as a nuclear weapon. When you’re under attack and the shit is hitting the fan and your way of life is pretty much over and you’re about to succumb to the enemy, that’s when everyone is happy to see you. They want you to save their sorry asses regardless of the consequences. That’s why they keep you locked up in a cage in the back corner of the lab or deep underground in a silo in the middle of nowhere where nobody can see you.
He did have a feeling that he was about to become Mr. Popularity very soon. He also knew that once he was done doing whatever they wanted him to do, they would again want nothing to do with him. The more things change, the more they stay the same. So, here he was, he had survived the night and, not only that, he also felt great. The Brain Soup serum he had received from Melissa appeared to be a success.
He attempted to scan the outside of the facility again. He would never have been able to do it before without the assistance of Melissa’s chair, but now he was able to get out of the building and into the sky. His guess was maybe thirty thousand feet or somewhere along those lines. Eric felt some strangeness up there but it wasn’t the same thing that had scanned him and allowed him to scan it earlier. He sensed a fleet of strange sleek crafts that were going an unbelievable speed with a maneuverability that far exceeded anything that existed on Earth. He knew he had just scanned a small fleet of UFO’s. In the past he had thought that he felt the presence of alien craft but they were so fast and had some kind of a technology that would numb his mind and cause him to forget what he had seen so he could never really be sure. This time he was sure and not surprised at all. Deep down in his gut he always knew they were out there. He had actually located a few mountains and deep underwater locations that he thought were alien bases. He never considered them a threat because why would they go through all the trouble to build a massive base hidden far away from the hot spots of humanity if they planned to destroy us? He knew they had the technology to eliminate us from the planet without us ever seeing it coming. In his opinion they had to be scientific observers that didn’t want to be discovered. He could see the logic in that because if they made themselves known, and interfered with our civilization, it would change the natural path of our evolution. Plus, it would probably give us the knowledge of advanced spacecraft and weaponry that we probably weren’t ready to handle and then it would be like:
Here comes the human race out into the cosmos with craft and weapons that they don’t understand but we’ll be happy to use them on you if you piss us off.
Yeah, he could see how that would make a very bad first impression to the first alien race that we came across.
For the first time in his life, he thought that maybe Jack Nicholson’s character in a” Few Good Men” was right, that we couldn’t handle the truth. He thought about the average American citizen who was far better off than most people around the world and how they would react to aliens. Most of them still thought that they were the most important thing in the world and that the Universe revolved around them. Silly, silly, silly humans he thought. He could really see how for the most part they were just spinning their wheels for a futile goal. There were a few though that could stick there heads up above the sand and had a glimmer of what was really going on. He could sense that maybe they could evolve and help the planet go where it needed to go - and that was off this third rock from the sun. It could happen, but it would take a lot of work and effort from the ones that possessed the abilities and the intelligence to make it happen.
As he gazed at the ceiling something in his chest was telling him that all that was well and good and may eventually happen someday but he needed to concentrate on what he could do right now. What he needed to do was figure out what had scanned him and allowed him to scan it back and how that was going to affect his future.
He knew it would probably be okay to discuss the alien craft that had zipped by overhead in a cloaked state as they were probably well-known entities to the S Triad. However, that other thing was something unique and different and he thought it would be best to keep his big mouth shut.
So, here he was back in the most advanced Psy-Ops lab on the planet, at least that’s how it was marketed. Would the bastards say anything else? He knew they wouldn’t. So, here he was the most psychically evolved consciousness on the planet locked in a cage in the dark corner of a lab that had just discovered something that he would best describe as incredibly awesome. His next move was to try and reconnect with whatever it was he had connected with and not tell anybody about it, yet. He felt that it would probably be for the best. At least the best for him and whatever it was he had communicated with.
Chapter 7
Eric could feel Melissa’s hesitation as she unlocked his cage and slowly opened the door. He could sense she understood what he could be capable of if the Brain Soup shot had taken the wrong path. It made him feel good that she still trusted him enough to open the cage anyway.
“I think I’m okay,” he said to her trying to reassure her so she wouldn’t be scared of him. She gave him a subtle smile but still took a few steps back.
“Are you hungry? she asked him.
Oh my God was he hungry. How had he not realized that? His stomach felt like it was eating itself from the inside out.
“I’m starving,” he answered.
“That’s good. You should be because your brain is using an enormous amount
of energy to build new neuropathways caused by the Brain Soup injection.”
He had actually figured that out before she said it but he didn’t want to interrupt her so he let her finish.
“I’ve had a hearty breakfast brought in for you,” she said pointing to the rolling table with a tranquilizer gun – just in case. On the rolling table sat a silver dome covering a plate, a carafe of orange juice and a pot of coffee.
His mouth watered as he thought about the food on the table. He could feel how his consciousness was being evolved to reach heights of what would be considered enlightenment, but his primal and savage instincts could also just as easily be developed to turn him into a beast that would be incapable of living among everyday people. He had come to the revelation that he was in control and had a choice of what the shot would do to him. He remembered a quote from Albert Einstein. He wasn’t exactly sure how it went but it was along the lines of “The most important choice you have to make in your life is if you live in a friendly Universe or a hostile Universe.” He could see that there was a great amount of truth there. He walked to the table knowing that he was becoming a very deep thinker, but right now all he wanted to think about was what was under that silver dome. Melissa scooted ahead of him and he could feel that she had visibly relaxed being around him and didn’t appear concerned anymore and she pulled off the silver dome.
“Bon Appetit,” she said with a dramatic wave of her arm like Vanna White on The Wheel of Fortune. “Porterhouse steak, five scrambled eggs and hash browns.”
“Perfect,” he said to her jumping into the chair and digging in. The steak was a perfectly cooked medium rare, just how he liked it. The eggs were fantastic as well. He gulped down a full glass of orange juice and filled it up again and grabbed a piece of the buttered rye toast. He could feel his savage instincts perking up their little heads as he realized he was attacking his food and that Melissa was there. He looked up to see her watching him with a big smile on her face.
“Glad to see that you’re enjoying your breakfast,” she said. “You’ve got a little something there,” she said circling her hand around her mouth.
He nodded, grunted and grabbed the napkin doing a quick unfold and wiped his mouth. She was right. There was also steak sauce and ketchup on the table as well as salt and pepper but he didn’t have time for any of that. He hungrily wolfed down the entire meal and washed it down with another glass of orange juice, wiped his mouth with his napkin and sat back in his chair and rubbed his belly.
“Care to join me for a cup of coffee? He asked her.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she answered.
He wasn’t sure if he loved Melissa, but he really liked her a lot. She was the only woman he had ever met that he could be himself with and not try to be something he wasn’t. He thought she was the same way around him. She understood exactly what he was and didn’t treat him like he was some kind of freak. He knew she appreciated that he admired and respected her vast intelligence and wasn’t intimidated by it at all. He admired how special and unique she truly was. He would never come across another woman like her. That’s why she was the Supreme Commander of the lab because they couldn’t find anyone – man or woman – that could do what she does. He decided to be a gentleman and got up and poured her a Styrofoam cup of coffee then filled up one for himself. He added some milk to his, and now that his stomach was full and his basic needs were satisfied, he took a sip and enjoyed the taste of the coffee. It was quite good.
“Hawaiian Kona,” he said raising his cup to Melissa. “Good choice.”
“Only the best for you sweetheart,” she said raising her cup back at him. “By the way, that steak was the finest black angus beef. Too bad you didn’t chew it so you could’ve enjoyed that as well.”
“I thought it tasted good. I’ll be sure to take my time on the next one,” he answered.
“Good idea.” Melissa said and went on to explain the pros and cons of the Brain Soup shot which, he was already beginning to understand. She explained that he was the first recipient of the shot so that made him a very valuable asset to the program. Hopefully the controllers should be able to see this and at least give him a shot at getting his old job back to see how he would do before terminating him. That caught him by surprise.
“So, you haven’t told them that you gave me the shot? He asked.
She looked away from him and he felt a nervous ball of energy forming in his stomach as he realized that he wasn’t exactly out of the woods yet.
“No, not really,” she answered.
‘Oh boy,’ he thought and took in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling and exhaled. “Do they even know that I’m here? He asked.
“I don’t see how they don’t. I mean they run the place and I’m sure that wherever they come from they have a pretty good idea of the comings and goings.”
He was glad that he hadn’t revealed the intelligence that had scanned him while he was in the cage and that he had been able to scan it back and had actually begun forming some kind of collective thought with whatever it was. For now, he was going to keep that to himself because he had felt a kindness and compassion with the intelligence and he didn’t want to put it in harm’s way.
Then the virtual wall that connected Them to Us began to vibrate, and Eric knew that this was the moment of truth. Melissa nervously chewed her lip as she went to answer the call. She held her hand up telling Eric to stay put and went over to the wall where three shadowy figures could be made out in the fuzz.
“Good morning,” Melissa said in the cheeriest voice she could muster.
“Good morning Dr. Moore,” the three answered in their robotic – metallic voices. “Is he here? They asked. Well he could see that they were going to get right to the point and he knew that Melissa knew better than to lie to them.
“Yes, he’s here.” She answered.
“What is his status?”
“He’s doing well.”
“How is that possible”
“I gave him an experimental shot. I thought he was dying and I wanted to see how it performed.”
“Would you say it performed better than expected?”
“Very much so. I will be studying his advancing abilities until his systems shut down.”
“Do you think you could give us an assessment of the advancement of his abilities?”
“I haven’t gotten that far yet. He has been let out of containment after sleeping the night and so far, he has eaten and appears to be rational and sane.”
Eric always hated being talked about like this when he wasn’t there. It was just another thing he liked about Melissa as he knew that she had intentionally not asked him to move so that he could hear everything, good, bad or indifferent. So far, at least, it wasn’t bad. They weren’t asking why he wasn’t dead or that they wanted her to put him down for a long winter’s nap. He could sense that they were holding something back and were carefully evaluating the situation first before putting all their cards on the table. His mind instantly flashed to the intelligence that had scanned him. That was it.
“So, he hasn’t reported any contact with new or strange forms of intelligences?” they asked.
Melissa looked over her shoulder at him and he could sense that she thought he was holding something back. Which, of course he was, but he didn’t feel that the time was right to let this cat out of the bag.
“No, he hasn’t mentioned anything like that and we haven’t discussed any future operations yet. I’m still evaluating him to see if he would be ready to be put back into service.”
“Very well,” they said. “Please let us know when you feel he is ready because we have an alien target that has infiltrated Earth’s planetary space that we believe to be hostile and extremely dangerous and it needs to be located and dealt with in a swift manner.”
“That sounds very serious. Of course, once I have properly evaluated the subject and deemed him fit for service, I will contact you immediately.”
The
y signed off and both he and Melissa knew better than to assume that they weren’t listening. So, she still had to act the part of project director instead of friend with benefits and if they were still listening, which most likely they were, she had to ask the proper line of questions.
“So, Mr. Ross, how are you feeling now that you’ve had a proper breakfast?”
“I’m feeling well Dr. Moore thanks for asking. Actually, I’m feeling better than well. I’m feeling fantastic.”
“That’s good. I was curious; have you had any new, strange or different kinds of experiences since receiving the brain soup shot?
He sat and mulled over the question to make it appear that he was thinking about it. “I would just have to say the rapid healing that I experienced after my accident. I can’t believe how quickly that happened.”
He could feel by the way that she was looking at him that she knew that he was holding something back, but she wasn’t going to call him out on it right now. He knew that she wasn’t buying it.
“Yes, that was one of the most amazing healings I’ve ever witnessed,” she said. “Do you feel like you’re ready to get back in the chair and work on a few test targets?” she asked.
“I thought you would never ask,” he said.
She gave him a peculiar look like she was trying to figure out what it was that was different about him even though she had a pretty good idea what it was. He followed her to his usual chair that was designed to help him achieve a certain brainwave state so that he could fall into a trance which would quiet his bio-chemical system and allow his mind to float into the subconscious ether and project to a specified site and cherry pick bits of information. Eric sat in the chair knowing that he wasn’t going to need it anymore but he wasn’t ready to reveal that, yet. She got him all hooked up with the bells and whistles and then said.
“Let’s see what you can tell me about Mt. Shasta in California.
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