Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust

by Andrew Sarkady

  “By your receiving and acknowledging all we have given to you; and, by the authority of our council and our treaty codes; I proclaim you Great Grand Master-GGM-010 over all the Ever-Life colonies. May you reign with honor, peace and wisdom; and, never forget; life is a gift, Treasure it. Be the scholar, teacher and kindly mind of conscience. Know; in behalf of those who do not. Guide them, with the strength and power of Ever-Life.”

  Bellos’s eyes fixed in disbelief and, involuntarily, he began to weep. As he did so, the new GGM felt an ever so slight tugging sensation. It was just one or two seconds. When he blinked, he was astonished. He was kneeling beside the podium, from where he started. The beast was gone. He looked out at the crowd and stood up, with tears in his eyes. Swanson put his hand on Bellos’s shoulder, turned with a smile and spoke to the crowd, “I give you our Great Grand Master, Mathew J. Bellos.”

  After a few seconds, to reorient himself, Bellos shook Swanson’s hand and whispered, “Quite a moment, Gordon.”

  “I know; congratulations. It is a new beginning, a new understanding, a new life for you my boy. Now say something to your people.”

  Swanson stepped off the podium and sat next to Carla. Bellos raised his arms to quiet the crowd.

  “I am honored today, by this appointment, and by your trust. I will serve and continue, in the traditions of those I follow, to bring harmony, peace and better health, to us all. Thank you for your display of respect and confidence…Long life and good health to us all…Ever-Life, everywhere!”

  The crowd stood up applauding and shouting. Bellos’s Father, Dr. Richard, Carla, Angie, Jack and Rachel joined him on stage. Swanson moved to the podium, raised his arms, to quiet the people, and then shouted, “Let the celebration continue!”

  Over the next few hours, the ledge’s field filled with dance, food and a great party atmosphere. The floating monitors displayed various entertainments, while small Carriers delivered limitless amounts of food and drink; none of which; came from the surface. Eventually, the crowd tired and dispersed. Special Carriers picked up garbage or waste products for disposition. Some disintegrated the unusable waste. Others recycled waste to underground power structures, or for distribution to organic compounds throughout the Post.

  As Swanson, the Bellos’s and Sheldon’s walked across the field back to their suites, the new GGM shook his head and remarked, “Well, Gordon, you have replaced this job by doing two more; but I’ll always think of you as my GGM.”

  Swanson chuckled a bit. “My boy, I am already forgetting; and, it feels quite good, actually. For me, two jobs are better than one, now.”

  Suddenly, behind them, they heard an explosion from the depths, under the field. It was accompanied by a blinding bright light all around the great chasm. Bellos reacted just as a GGM should. While everyone else held their ears and crouched, he pressed his Knofer, clicking it into defense mode. An aura surrounded the group with an impenetrable shield, and he ran to the edge of the ledge. Swanson, Jack and Richard followed. Bellos stared into the abyss and then turned to Swanson.

  “This can’t be good…Dad, get the women inside.”

  Dr. Richard, Rachel, Carla and Angie began to run to the sidewall entrance. Bellos, Jack and Swanson stood watching. From the darkness below, a huge Carrier emerged. The noise was deafening to anyone within hearing distance.

  “I didn’t invite this one,” Swanson murmured.

  A magnificent, glowing, creature soared up the tunnel and stopped, right next to the three men.

  “Christ, Gordon, it looks almost albino; a sparkling, raging, loud albino. Have you ever seen anything like this?”

  “Not during my tenure.”

  The Carrier began to speak, “I am he, who has come from the past and future, to make right the fowl stench of those you call brother and friend. You have no right, to what has been given you, or the life changing abilities you spread like the virus you are.”

  The Carrier seemed to stare at Jack, in particular. Then, it began to spin again; and, in an instant, its head became its tails, flailing tentacles all around them. With a loud rush of air, the tentacles quickly entwined like a rope pointing strait up; and the creature zoomed back down into the Earth. The three men stood frozen, feeling the wind, and watching a bluish white light shrink, into blackness.

  “I don’t think he likes me,” said Jack.

  “Great… My first day…”

  Swanson raised an eyebrow, “Well, here we go.”

  Bellos sighed, as he straightened up and pushed his Knofer off defense.

  “Let’s get to work.”

  Four master guards rushed toward the group; and, Jack turned toward them.

  “Too little too late; wouldn’t you say, fellas?”

  The GGM gestured them to stop.

  “It’s all right, men; we are fine. Sgt. Parker, right? Arrange for the Sheldon’s to get back up to Andrews.”

  There was another click on Bellos’s Knofer. It was Carrier Unit 62712’s mind, linking into the GGM. It input the latest information, regarding issues and locations of all known Carriers. Bellos didn’t even blink.

  “Gordon, you brief Jake…No time to waste…We have to finish transferring those Time Trust records, to Brock/Swanson building 26. I want a ‘virtual’ meeting with Post Controllers, in an hour. Keep in touch.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  Swanson leaned in toward Bellos and whispered, “Interesting isn’t it; how it all comes to you?”

  Bellos smiled, turned and walked with the four guards back into the Ever-Life Complex. Swanson climbed into a small bubble Carrier and disappeared down into the chasm.

  Chapter 5

  An Unexpected Guest

  Sometime after the ceremony, Jack and Rachel Sheldon boarded a small Carrier-Bubble, back to Andrews Hospital. Jack sat on the cushioned bench seat and looked out, through the transparent wall, as the Bubble began to move.

  “Why is it, every time I ride in one of these; and, thank heaven it’s rare; I always get the feeling I’m going to fall out?”

  Rachel held onto his arm.

  “Well, Babe, one thing for sure; we will never see anything like that again. Matt was changed, literally, changed.”

  “Not in our lifetime; but we have been witnesses to stranger things. We have a lot to reflect on.”

  Rachel snuggled into him and they seemed content to stare and think. Jack put his arm around her and squeezed her close, assuring her in a private moment of love.

  The Carrier moved toward the north side wall of the chasm, accelerating.

  “Sorry; I get tense, when these things melt into the bedrock.” Rachel closed her eyes as the bubble penetrated the rock face. “Are we cutting now?”

  Jack watched mesmerized.

  “Yes; amazing, it’s completely silent. You can see the rock dissolve all around us. Look at it.”

  Rachel opened her eyes and they both stared at the burning orange colors.

  “Jack; that’s different; this thing is cooling? It’s getting pitch black out there.”

  “You’re right; do you feel that? We are slowing down.”

  Neither of them noticed that someone appeared and stood, quietly, behind them. He was transparent, but clearly a humanoid shape. The stranger spoke calmly, “Excuse me. Yes, we are stopping. I don’t mean to alarm you.”

  Jack turned and reacted. “Oh Jesus! What the hell are you?”

  He protected Rachel, backing her into one of the bench seats.

  “Please; I don’t mean to frighten you. We rarely appear; much less to surface man.”

  “You scared the shit out of me-us.”

  “Sorry; forgive me. I am here, in behalf of our Council, the Carrier Grand Council. I am a Tyree Master. You need not be afraid.”

  He extended his hand; and, after gaining his composer, Jack shook it, apprehensively.

  “Council? You don’t look like a Carrier.”

  Rachel pinched him.

  “Jack, let’s give him a chance.”
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  “Thank you, Mrs. Sheldon. First; I appear before you like this, so I can fit in here. Actually I am a projection, of sorts. We thought you would relate better and feel more comfortable with a familiar image.”

  Jack was still holding his hand.

  “You feel solid. How is that possible?”

  The Stranger smiled and replied, “Well, it is my understanding that you two have some familiarity with the impossible, given your experience with C.P.T.”

  Jack sat down on the bench with Rachel again, and the Stranger continued, “I am normally much taller, and, a little more, glowing, you might say. We have the technology to do different things; subjects for another time.”

  “So, you are here, because of the event at the ceremony?”

  “Yes and no; before we can approach anyone of the surface, we must have permission from your GGM. I am here with the approval of all parties.”

  “Hell if I know what that means.”

  “Jack, slow down…Go on.”

  “Thank you.”

  He sat down, facing the couple.

  “To begin with, your transport has stopped, to enable complete privacy. We are insulated, by rock for miles all around us. I have come to discuss a very private matter…Mrs. Sheldon, while you are within the colonies, we monitor all communications of any surface being. I do apologize; but it is our policy. Frankly, we prohibit surface man down here. We do not trust his presence.”

  “Why, for heaven’s sake?”

  “Because, over the years, you have evolved differently; you react with violent fear, most of the time. You have killed many of your own over the eons, intentionally; not to mention the people from here you’ve butchered. You two, and your family, have been allowed here, at the request of the GGM. That is a great honor, and makes you trustworthy.”

  “Okay, so what is this about? What do you want?”

  “Your question; your conversation, before the ceremony…”

  “That was private!”

  “Yes, and it would have been, had the occurrence not taken place.”

  “You mean at the ceremony…?”

  “Jack, wait.” Rachel sat up and stared at the Stranger. “What occurrence?”

  “I see, I tweaked your interest.”

  “You are not talking about here, down here; are you?”

  “What are you saying, Rach? What is this?’

  “Doctor, we have been monitoring your work, for a very long time; since before you were at Andrews. You have quite a brilliant mind; and, we respect your evaluations and discoveries; particularly C.P.T…. And; now your latest involvement with particle; particle something; or is it ‘organic micro biology’?”

  “I never used those terms. How do you know about that, and why does it interest you?”

  Rachel took a deep breath, “Stop it Jack. Do you mean Jack’s notes on particle displacement?”

  “Mrs. Sheldon, you have read the treatise?”

  Rachel looked at Jack.

  “Yes, I read some of it.”

  Jack interrupted, “Now tell us what is going on.”

  “You are aware of the Sidron findings?”

  Jack paused and thought a moment.

  “Sidron? Jack, what is he talking about?”

  “Sidron; Sidron; my, my; yes…

  …Honey, when science discovered what they thought was the God particle, religious leaders and medical science joined physicists, in the investigation; to finally prove the so called ‘big bang’; you know?”

  Rachel got a perplexed look on her face.

  “Yes, for years we had it crammed into us. The ‘Big Bang’ created the Universe.”

  “Right; but, everyone only talked about the big stuff, galaxies, stars, planets, blah blah blah. No one ever looked at how ‘ideas’ or ‘emotions’ were born. Everyone was so overwhelmed with the speed of light then. Remember Einstein’s ancient, E = mc? The speed of light this, the speed of light that; oh my God. Only well into the second millennia did physicists realize, light exists within something. Get it? It exists within the body of time and space; therefore time-space expands faster than light.”

  “Okay Darling; so what’s your point?”

  “Well, that is also when another epiphany/discovery surfaced; that ideas-thoughts, emotions and even power, all were individual entities; part of creation too.”

  “Jack, I am a doctor too; don’t lose me here.”

  “The theory was that they were created, at the same time, with everything else; but each was independent of everything else, riding a subatomic highway called the Sidron. I had been studying the whole concept, a while ago, as part of an overall proposal to Brock/Swanson and Matt. But; I did not pull the ‘Sidron files’.”

  The Tyree Master interrupted politely, “Excuse me; Mrs. Sheldon, Sidron ‘is’ a sort of a magnetic power. Technically, it is true; it is the subatomic highway; and, sometime, after it was discovered on the surface, scientists became afraid of investigating it; rightly so. Sidron is what connects every sub atomic particle to every other one-electron, photon, neutrino, quark…It is a network, tying everything together.”

  Rachel shook her head and rolled her eyes, “So, why do I want to understand all this?”

  “Babe, the Sidron enables conductivity, sort of. I mean it has its own strange charge, ‘it’, it’s self powering; unlike anything ever discovered before. We labeled it a magnetic charge; but, we really had no idea what it was. It allows transfer, movement of ‘anything’ from one particle to any other.”

  “Yes; quite so, Dr. Sheldon…”

  “Okay guys; tell me why I care. Even my four medical degrees don’t help here. Say in plain English?”

  “Honey, listen; first, they thought of using it like a fax, or copy machine; only copying over very long distances. It would revolutionize communications; maybe even transportation. Signal frequencies-particle frequencies, of any kind, can travel the Sidron, to anywhere, instantaneously. But, they had no idea what experiments to conduct, to test the theory. The math worked; but reality-experiments, well; that was something else. The scientific community was stumped. They decided to do nothing, until they could put controls in place, which have not been discovered yet.”

  “For the most part, you are correct, Doctor. But it is not just transmitting ‘anywhere’, that is our concern. It is that Sidron can be used to transmit anything, to ‘any time’. You see, Doctors, C.P.T. was only the door. Through the door, lies a whole new misunderstood world; and, that world explains the answer to your question, Mrs. Sheldon.”

  Rachel perked up.

  “What? You mean I was right about afterlife?”

  “I am here, because we need your help. We have known about Sidron, as you call it, for a very long time. If the wrong people get a hold of certain knowledge, and try to use it; well, it would be bad for everything.”

  “But why us?” Jack asked. “My notes are safe. I am giving all the files to the Complex. Matt knows this.”

  “There has been a breach, within the Sidron’s time-scope. Someone discovered and used it, for personal gain or profit; and the breach has resulted in instability.”

  “What? What can we do?”

  “We want you to investigate. You have contacts at all the particle reactors, Switzerland, Oregon, Africa, and China. We believe the initial breech came from one of those locations, or from your Complex. No matter who uses Sidron, even for simple tasks; the threat is too great for us to ignore.”

  “What are you asking?”

  “If Sidron has been used, by someone, on the surface, he could not understand, even a small part of its scope…”

  Jack shook his head no, “Come on; even scientists up there haven’t studied it. Most of the proofs are only on paper. No real experiments were ever conducted.”

  “We both know the language of mathematics doesn’t lie. And you have key contacts. We want you to use them; and report back to me, directly. Here is a communicator, synchronized to me alone.”

 
The man handed Rachel a small, peanut shaped, smooth, pliable object.

  “What do I do with this?”

  “Squeeze it like this, and then like this.”

  She did and watched, as a light appeared inside the stranger’s head.

  “I will hear you, and come. Squeeze it end to end, and it will disintegrate. We can’t have that in the wrong hands, up there.”

  “Well then, don’t lose it, Honey.”

  The Stranger pointed to the surface and spoke in a worried tone, “I have appeared to you, to request your help. There are others, down here that are involved too. You are not alone.” He sighed and then continued, “Please, we all, obviously, trust you both. Contact me with any, I say any information you may discover.”

  Jack scratched his head.

  “Yes; well, I did share some information with one or two colleagues, abroad, to try and bridge basic hypotheses.”

  “Your C.P.T. effort related to memory and personality. Whoever breached the Sidron, has no idea what he is dealing with.”

  The stranger paced the Bubble, and spoke in a desperate tone, “I will tell you this. The laws of the subatomic world are very different and with good reason. It is true that ideas, emotions and power are, in fact, fixed entities. All abstract concepts are just as real as concrete substances. They exist everywhere and ride the Sidron, constantly, within what you call past, present and future. But it’s all the same time really. Everything is held within Space-Time, which does expand much faster than light, in order to contain it, as well as everything else. So Space-Time holds the past, present and future altogether, you see.”

  Rachel wasn’t buying it.

  “How is that possible? Besides, we are not physicists, certainly not philosophers.”

  “Well, not to be condescending; but, even your simple communications-your video, audio; all wireless frequencies are everywhere at the same time. They are all spherical waves. We live within it all; through it, if you will; and, we are given access to it-them, via the Sidron; by function of our ‘ability’- our ‘capacity’, and our motivation to withdraw whatever we can, from it. Understand me, Doctors; we are talking about omniscient and omnipotent forces here.”