Alien Love

by Stan Schatt

  The audience exploded with several reporters shouting and demanded that their questions be addressed. Instead, he motioned his son to the platform and introduced him before handing him the microphone.

  Jack heard some people in the audience groan. One man whispered, “We came all this way to listen to some nutcases?” Jack pointed to an NBC reporter.

  “Isn’t it true that you have been treated recently for mental problems?”

  “I’ve been treated for PTSD as a result of my military experience in Afghanistan. You can decide whether or not I’m sane after I introduce some people to you and demonstrate some things.”

  Jack watched as four men dragged a large lead block onto the stage. He asked two male reporters in the front row to climb onto the stage and verify that the block on display was solid and very heavy. The two men strained to move it and then nodded to the audience before taking their seats.

  Jack took the small Draconian weapon out of his pocket. “You’ll note that the barrel is solid with no opening. This is a weapon I confiscated from an extraterrestrial, a member of a group that resides here on Earth because of a treaty our government has signed with them.”

  Once again voices in the audience rose until it was difficult to hear anyone speak. Jack pointed his weapon at the lead block and pressed the button. The lead block exploded. Jack then dialed the weapon to the right and pointed it at the audience. He fired as they gasped. The audience lay prone for several minutes and then started to recover.

  “This is a high frequency weapon that can kill, but it also can be used to disable humans as you now realize.”

  Jack showed a picture of a Draconian in disguise and then one in its natural state as the audience gasped. He then pointed to the screen that now displayed what looked like a legal document.

  “This is a copy of the treaty signed by President Truman that gave the Draconians access to our precious metals as well as permission to perform experiments on humans in exchange for their technology.”

  “This is ridiculous,” a reporter from a cable network shouted. “We’ve heard these lies for decades now!”

  “All the support material we’re providing will back up my statements. I now would like to introduce you to some aliens from a world known as Androvia.”

  The audience stared at the door behind the stage when it opened and two identical women along with the male Androvian called Mark strode to where Jack stood.

  “How do we know they’re aliens?” a reporter shouted.

  Jack nodded and a man sitting in front row came onto the stage. Jack handed him the microphone.

  “I’m Professor Franklin Jamison of the University of California at San Diego Medical School. I have a degree from Harvard Medical School and served my fellowship in genetics at Yale Medical School. I have taken blood samples from these two females as well as the male and can verify that their DNA is distinctly not human. I repeated the tests several times.”

  Several reporters shouted their questions, but the researcher handed the microphone back to Jack who said, “All of Professor Jamison’s results are available online. Now, I have something to say that you might find even more unbelievable, but once again, Professor Jamison has verified the results which are available online.”

  Jack faced the audience and found the words difficult to say, but he forced himself. “I am the product of a human female and a male from a race known as the Gliesians. They all tend to look very much like me. The Androvians I have introduced require the help of this race to preserve their own. Now that everything is out in the open, I’m asking for any extraterrestrials known as the Gliesians to contact me so they can help the Androvian race survive. They need help immediately.”

  Jack gestured toward the projection booth. The lights dimmed and Frank Buchanan’s face filled the screen. The audience gasped as they recognized the iconic figure. The astronaut’s familiar voice filled the room as he began describing fifty years of lies and deception by a government that feared its citizens would not be able to handle the truth about the presence of extraterrestrials. When Buchanan finished speaking and the lights went on again, Jack turned his microphone back to his father.

  Professor Starling had tears in his eyes after watching his old friend’s last words. “I have supporting documents from Major Buchanan including copies of memoranda written by a clandestine group known as Majestic-12. All of these materials are available on the various websites listed. Many of these website are located in neutral countries where our government has no power to shut them down.”

  “All the details are online, including pictures that NASA has deleted from its website. You’ll see how each of her spaceflights have been monitored and closely followed by alien spacecraft. You’ll also find signed letters from several astronauts that confirm this information. It’s much too late for our government to continue to lie to us and to the rest of the world.”

  “Documents will prove that there is an alien immigration center under the Denver Airport. A file on our websites will provide architectural proof. Our government has been actively admitting some alien races while refusing to admit others. That must stop as well as its support for this evil race known as the Draconians. Now, I’m going to turn the microphone over to several internationally known scientists to come up to the stage to offer concrete proof that the moon is being mined by aliens.”

  Jack listened as his father and his colleagues went through several slides. Like professors all over the world, though, they were a bit too long-winded. Meanwhile, Ricky and his security group were menacing enough to prevent anyone from storming the stage.

  As Professor Starling was concluding, a rear door opened and a police officer with a bullhorn shouted, “This meeting is illegal. We are asking you to end it right now.”

  The audience erupted in righteous indignation. Ricky’s group simply glared at the officer and raised their weapons. The officer backed off.

  Hawk sat down next to Jack and whispered, “I’m getting word that the NSA or some other government agency is trying to block our websites, but they can’t. I have websites in Switzerland, Russia, and other countries that don’t really care what our government wants. I’ve also managed to download files to international media as well as our major media. It’s too late now to stop people from reading the facts!”

  Hawk stopped talking and picked up his phone and listened intently before smiling. “Fox News has suspended its programming to cover this event. The New York Times is sending out news flashes as well. It doesn’t matter what the government tries to do to us now because the word is finally out.”

  Jack nodded. His father sat down next to him while a colleague answered questions from the audience about structures on the moon.

  “Does this mean I don’t get my fellowship?” Jack asked with a smile.

  “I’m afraid so, but I’ve waited all my life to see this information made public.”

  After the meeting ended, Jack and his father spent another two hours being interviewed. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Mark and the alien women were big hits, particularly for the television reporters.

  As the media began digesting the material on the various websites, the government remained silent. Jack realized, they probably don’t know how to react. Do they admit they’ve been lying all these years or do they stonewall? Sending the files to members of the opposition party in Congress had been Hawk’s brilliant idea.

  “Will they arrest us when we try to leave?” Professor Starling asked his son.

  “I’ve talked with Mom about it. She’s called in some favors from pretty high-powered lawyers. They’ve already announced that we acted in the public’s interest and that they would resist any attempts to arrest or prosecute us.”

  Jack saw his mother approaching him while she talked on her cell phone. She had a grim look on her face. She hung up and faced the two men in her life.

  “It looks like they’re going to play hardball with us. The Attorney General is claiming we will
be prosecuted for revealing top-secret documents. I have friends close to our current President as well as his predecessor. I wouldn’t be surprised to find that they knew very little about all this. I think they might plead ignorance and go after some of the NSA people instead of us.”

  “Will they arrest us as we try to leave?” Professor Starling said.

  “I honestly don’t know. I’ve already responded that my office is legal counsel and that we take full responsibility that you both will report for any hearing. I’ve made that note public and sent it to all the major media. My hope is that arresting you right now will look bad in the public’s eyes.”

  Marjorie Starling gave one hand to our husband and the other to her son and led them through the hall’s rear doors. There was bedlam outside. Police were trying to keep a mob away from the building. A group stood with signs proclaiming “Thanks for Telling the Truth” and “Shame on Our Government!”

  Marjorie spoke briefly to a distinguished looking man and then nodded. “You’re in my custody and I’ve promised you will report as ordered; meanwhile, we’ll call in the big legal guns. I think every civil rights and free speech attorney looking to make a name for himself is going to offer free representation.”

  Jack went home to his parents’ home. There was no reason to do otherwise. He had gratefully accepted Ricky’s offer to provide security. His friend was enjoying the spotlight. No goons would grab them in the middle of the night without facing several men who were hungering for a chance to use some pretty potent weapons. Jack had a few of the Draconian weapons on hand if worse came to worse.

  Professor Starling opened his PC and began scanning the web. He hummed a tune to himself. “Do you see what the Los Angeles Times is saying? Their editorial is saying that we’re heroes. The New York Times is demanding we be absolved of any prosecution because we served the country well by revealing this dirty secret that the public had the right to know.”

  “We’ll see how supportive everyone will be when they start threatening to throw us in solitary for twenty years.”

  “Don’t even say it.” The usually-reserved Marjorie Starling was close to tears.

  Professor Starling paced the floor. “Look at what the Speaker of the House is saying. He’s demanding a full investigation of how the administration has hidden the truth from the American people.”

  “What about the President’s own party?” Marjorie said.

  Starling scanned his monitor for a few minutes before responding. “It looks like the tide is turning in our favor. The Majority Leader is demanding answers as well. The senior Senator from California says we’re heroes.”

  Chapter 28

  MARJORIE STARLING described to Jack how shocked she had been to receive the call. She listened to the caller and then raised her hand to signal her receptionist not to interrupt her. She checked her conference room schedule and provided a range of dates and times. She then reserved the room and immediately called her son.

  Jack was trying to avoid the press as well as any government goons looking for him by staying with Hawk. His friend frowned when he heard the news.

  “It could be a trap. If they know where you’ll be and when you’ll be there, it will be easy enough to grab you.”

  “I have to do this,” Jack said.

  He took the Coaster public transportation downtown; his car would be too noticeable as well as to easy to follow. He entered the building adjacent to the one housing his mother’s law firm via a basement parking garage and then found a fourth-floor connecting bridge; he avoided the elevator and took the stairs to reach the law office. As he entered the office, his mother’s administrative assistant motioned for him to go directly into the firm’s conference room.

  The carpeting was deep and luxurious as were the cushioned chairs while the lack of glass windows or doors ensured complete privacy. He closed the door and then saw a large figure seated in the far corner. As he drew closer, the figure pointed to a chair across from him.

  “It’s like looking in a mirror,” Jack said.

  “Our unique genotype is a blessing and a curse, depending on the situation.” The man spoke with a slight accent, but nothing that identified him as a resident of a particular region or country.

  “You’re my father?”

  “I assume so. I have contacted your biological mother who confirmed what I suspected when I saw you on television.”

  “I don’t understand exactly what you were doing here?”

  “You mean here on Earth?”

  “Yeah.”

  He sighed and didn’t speak for a couple of minutes and then shrugged in a very human gesture. “I’m not really sure how to answer that question. Nothing is really that simple. Quite frankly, I’m very surprised to be having this conversation.”

  “You knew you had fathered me?”

  “No, I am not so different from you that I don’t have feelings. I cared very much for your mother; I never thought that she could conceive since we’re not an exact match as far as our DNA.”

  “But if you cared so much, how could you just leave her without a word, without even saying goodbye?”

  “By staying with her, I was putting her life in danger as well as my own and my mission. It’s difficult to explain to you how complex the situation was and is, but I’m sure as a SEAL you understand the importance of completing your mission.”

  “Who would hurt you?”

  “You mean besides your own government? I suppose the list would include every other government capable of spying as well as several alien entities that I’m sure you never knew existed.”

  “The Draconians?”

  “Of course I’d put them high on my list, but the Lyrians, the Androvians, and the Travelers all had good reason to fear my kind enough to kill me. Your crazy billionaire with his nuclear toys would have tried as well.”

  “You’re what the Androvians call the ‘old ones,’ aren’t you?”

  “Does it really matter what they call us? They all want what we have achieved over the centuries.”

  “The Androvians want to use your DNA to create hybrids so they can survive as a race. Is that such a terrible thing?”

  The man smiled, but it was more of a grimace. “You obviously became very attached to one of them, didn’t you?”

  Jack nodded. “We had made plans to be together, but a Draconian killed her. I saw her after her death, but she told me I didn’t belong there.”

  It was the other man’s turn to show genuine surprise now. “You took the Filian potion and survived? I didn’t think it was possible for your kind.”

  “Well, I did. Why can’t you help them? They’re asking so little of you?”

  The man’s voice grew louder and he showed genuine emotion now. “So little? I understand you destroyed their quantum transporter because they were using you for the very same thing you believe I should give them freely.”

  “I didn’t know they were using me. You would be doing it intentionally at their request.”

  “It would make little difference. They are far less human than your people are. They aspire to be human, but they lack your race’s emotional capabilities, and they never will achieve that.”

  Now it was Jack’s turn to be angry. “That’s not true! Cassandra cared about me. I know she did.”

  “She must have read up on human emotions; the Androvians are quick studies. Did you ever see her cry or laugh with genuine emotion?”

  Jack thought hard, but he couldn’t remember. He knew Cassandra had to have shown real emotion, she couldn’t be what her father suggested. Was he absolutely positive she hadn’t faked her organisms?

  “I remember her showing genuine emotion; I would have known if she were faking.”

  The older man smiled, but it was a sad smile. “You humans place such a premium on that. Maybe you would be better off as a race if your females’ behinds turned red when they were in heat. At least then you’d recognize genuine passion.”

  Jack started
to object, but his father raised his hand and motioned for him to hold what he wanted to say. “I understand you were responsible in part for the destruction of the missile aimed at your Moon. Is that true?”

  “Yes, I didn’t want one crazy person to bring about the end of the world.”

  “His weapon would not have detonated with our force fields in place, but you didn’t know that. It is true we might have overreacted, so you did the right thing. We made sure that problem would never reoccur. We also sent a not so subtle message to your government. I also learned that you also have destroyed the Draconians’ transporter; you’ve been a very busy boy.”

  “You disapprove of what I did?”

  The alien shook his head slowly and thoughtfully. “No, but you were being used by the Androvians. It is important to know when you are being used, and it is not always an easy thing. Why do you think your government sided with the Draconians and not with the Androvians?”

  The question stunned Jack because the answer seemed so obvious. “Because the Draconians only destroy. They have no culture and they plan to take over the Earth.”

  He shook his head slowly. “That’s what the Androvians told you, and I suppose it makes perfect sense if you only hear one side of the story. We have a saying that there are three sides to every argument.”

  “Are you saying the Androvians are evil and the reptiles are good? I don’t believe that! I saw what they did to my buddy and to others. They were experimenting on them.”

  “Why do you think they were experimenting on them?” The alien sounded like a patient teacher quizzing a very slow student.

  “Because they want to create a hybrid race that can live on this planet.”

  “You sound so sure of yourself. It is true that the Draconians are brutal and primitive in many ways. They certainly are not an attractive race, but they play a role in the grand scheme of things. You are aware that your planet’s climate is changing, are you not?”