weeks the Nazis have learned that all of the scientists in this facility were Jewish, except for a black man and another one, who is now basically disabled. They have withdrawn their support of all projects except Bosch’s synthetic gas project. This means that all scientists are to catalog their findings, but afterward work solely on that project.”
The group groaned, Heinz smiled, he knew that some of the experiments were just bad ideas that would have horrible consequences although he did feel sorry for some of his friends.
Oppenheim said, “Surely I could broadcast more, I don’t see what that would hurt.”
Smit said, “If Oppenheim gets to continue, then so do I.”
The crowd of scientists all began to shout out demands of types of work, and even one said “I want a raise.”
The dean yelled, “Stop it. We have to do what they want, unless any of you can find private donors, that is. Smit, do you think you can find a private donor to fund your zombies, or whatever you call it. Oppenheim do you think you can raise money to contact aliens, well don’t let me stop you, but if you can’t raise the money, there is no money, and without money, there is no project. Sorry. Zog get in here.”
Zog flung the door open and walked into the room; a few of the scientists had to hold their breath to accommodate the extra room.
The dean said, “Zog keep these men in order.”
Zog said, “Me not know what in order means, but me wanted to say how much me like working with crazy Jew scientists. You nicer even than the Gestapo. Me glad none of you did nonscientific something something so me didn’t have to snap neck. I go now back to Berlin, but me miss all of you.” Zog grabbed five of the nearest scientists and hugged them so hard he lifted them off of the floor. Zog started to cry and ran out of the room.
The corridors were still new, and the lights bright. Zog could tell even through the tears. Zog opened the door to his room, which was a comfortable ten by fifteen feet long. A bed and dresser sat in not quite straight angles. Zog thought, it hard not to move things, I guess it no matter now. The wood paneling had three holes smashed in them at some point, Zog thought, fly, mosquito, ‘nother fly. Then Zog spied the ax on the counter, me forget to pack. He put his ax in its case, then his knife set, then his large hammer. He saw the pistol case, now where I put? He opened the dresser, but nothing was in any of the drawers, but some old socks. He had filled all of the suitcases already, so he put the socks in his pockets. Then he looked in the pistol case, it there all along. Now me remember, Zog no need pistol, Zog more dangerous than pistol.
The only thing left in the room was the necklace. Zog’s gut told him he needed to get rid of the evil thing. Zog left the suitcases for now and set the necklace in his pocket. Zog walked out of the university and headed towards the back of it. The sunlit path was lined at first by a nicely manicured hedges. The trees surrounding the path were planned decades ago to grow in nice, symmetrical lines.
When the path led out of the university grounds and into the forest, the trees changed, not only how they were spaced in random places, but also their trunks seemed more twisted, and not a straight line was anywhere. After ten minutes on the path, Zog looked around to make sure no one was following him or watching him. He left the now narrow path and slowly made his way through the dense vegetation. When he was not sure if he could find his way back, then he took the necklace out of his pocket and flung it even deeper into the woods.
The necklace bounced off the first patch of green it touched, but landed in a pile of sticks which lay in the shadow of a fern. The necklace was hardly visible, and Zog was happy no one would ever find the thing. The necklace just laid there as Zog found his way back to the university and as the sun set. But then a fog approached from the mountains, and with the mists there came the distant sound of wolves and ravens. Animals seemed frightened of the fog, deer and rabbits, darted out in front of its approach.
Almost nothing was visible through the thick fog, but a pair of ancient gas-lit lanterns broke through. Horses became visible next pulling a red and gold painted wagon. Intricate carvings were cut along the sides, and the wagon seemed to ride not on the undergrowth of the forest, but on the fog itself. A gypsy dressed in black and gold jumped down from the horse and picked up the necklace.
The gypsy said, “Now you will return from whence you came.” He got back up on the wagon and whipped the horses into action until it disappeared into the mists.
Munich Germany
April 1, 1933
Police Station
The rows of cells were empty except one, which held Eva Braun. The lieutenant sat at his desk thinking. He was not sure he would be able to convict her, and holding her was not popular with the Nazis, but he had to hold someone for the murder. There were other political parties in Germany anyways; he couldn’t keep them all happy.
A man walked into the police station, he wore a smart business suit, but his hat was wide and made out of a red silk like material. His moustache curled up on each side over a short goatee. It was the mayor, who said, “You foolish bumpkin, you have made me come down to the station in person. You know how I hate to associate with the riff raff down here.”
The lieutenant was about to say there was none there but thought better of it, “Mayor, I can take care of whatever you need so you can get back home in a jiffy.”
The mayor said, “We cannot keep Eva Braun locked up, we have no proof against her, get that other woman back here.”
The lieutenant said, “We had less proof against her, I only kept her in as long as I did to keep the Nazis happy. If you want me to let Eva Braun go, I can do that.”
The mayor said, “Yes, you can do that, but get the other woman back.”
The lieutenant said, “I don’t think she's around anymore.”
The mayor said, “You find her and get her back here, we can’t let the murder go unsolved.”
The lieutenant said, “Eva Braun’s fingerprints were on the weapon, she had powder burns on her hands. I wanted to arrest her right away. There is no evidence other than the word of the probable murderer that the other woman was involved at all.”
The mayor said, “I don’t care about all of that, release her and find the Lindsey woman.”
The lieutenant said, “Yes sir.”
The mayor said, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
The lieutenant said, “You mean right this instant?”
The mayor said, “Yes.”
The lieutenant fished the keys out of his desk and unlocked her cell. He said, “Have you been listening?”
Eva said, “Yes.”
The lieutenant said, “So you know you're getting released, I just need you to sign this form. He went to the back to a row of filing cabinets and returned with a manila folder. He took a form out of the folder and said, “Sign here and here and you are free to go.”
Eva signed, and then she turned to the mayor, “Are we going to be late for the opera?”
The mayor blushed, “No, I don’t think so.” He turned back to the lieutenant and said, “You are being demoted to sergeant. The higher ups wanted to make sure it happened today. They said you would know what it meant.”
The new sergeant was stunned. “This seems like such an overreaction, I have done nothing, nothing.”
The mayor said, “And that is the problem.” The mayor and Eva walked to the door together and before he opened the door he said, “I’ll do this now so no one important sees me.”
Eva said, “What do you mean?” and then she jumped a little as her butt was pinched, then the two scurried outside.
Outer Space
April 5, 1933
ish
Mike cleared what was like a throat trying to get the captain’s attention. The captain was trying to hang jello molds of butterflies on strings around the cabin. Two inches of different colors of jello, bananas, and grapes lay on the floor, and the windows were spotted with splashes of the treat. Finally Mike said, “Captain, your attention please
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The captain turned and said, “What is it blobby, can’t you see I’m doing something important. I have to hang the butterflies in just the right position to show off my ninja skills.”
Mike said, “Don’t call me..., never mind. While I know how important being a fruit ninja is to you, there are a couple of things which I thought I should bring to your attention.”
The captain looked at the butterfly, threw it up in the air and tried to whip it, but missed, then he tried to kick it with a tentacle, but also missed, the butterfly bounced off the other jello on the floor, and was only slightly damaged. The captain’s inertia from his attempted kick made him slide forward a few shaky feet. “OK, I’m ready now.”
Mike said, “It is amazing we have conquered worlds isn’t it? Anyways, one of the crew, a blobby mc blob blob, has discovered that jello is actually edible.”
The captain cocked his head, “What, that’s crazy. I never would have guessed it.”
Mike said, “I know, it certainly doesn’t look like food, but it does make sense why the Aulterians would have so much on their spaceship if it was edible.”
The captain said, “This is wonderful, we have plenty of jello. Wait a minute, who is this blobby mc blob blob, is that his real name?”
Mike said, “That is not his actual name, but I can keep track of those details for you. You probably wouldn’t remember anyways,”
The captain said, “No, tell me his name.”
Mike said, “His name is
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