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      Talking a new universe, but not X..

      (Project New Universe, TOP SECRET, Eyes Only)



      Chapter 1: The Reason

      General George Cummings was coming in today for one of those meetings. It wasn’t just a meeting, but one of THOSE, he hated having to deal with scientists, and they made him feel like a simple soldier. Something he had never been or wanted to be. He could arm a nuclear device or set co ordinates for an air strike in his head, but these people made him look stupid, and he hated dealing with them.

      They were the top, the alien watchers, and he didn’t even like their whole idea. If we wanted to deal with those creatures we could do it right out front, but NOOO, the President had special commissions, and special science panels, and on and on… he was sick of it, but it was his job as a military advisor to talk with them from time to time. True, they did get them stealth technology, but we would have figured it out ourselves, eventually, and microwave energy, used in every home, and in many secret installations doing what it was REALLY meant to do. So he always held his breath and hoped it was one of the good times he was seeing them. Something new we could actually use, but not just to flex their brain power and make him feel small. He swears someday he’s going to punch one of these guys for some of the things they say, but he hadn’t yet, except in his daydreams.

      The door opens to a large conference room and the General is ushered in by security. He stands by the table in his usual position as the last few people are led in. The meeting comes to order as a wooden mallet is tapped on the desk and everyone sits down.
      ‘This meeting of the Alien Technology Division is officially underway, we thank General Cummings for being here and all the science delegates, so let the meeting commence. Dr. Harris has the floor.” The announcement said and General Cummings smiled a weak smile and waited.

      “We have a huge responsibility,” Dr Harris started, but everything he has ever said was a “huge responsibility” so General Cummings failed to be immediately impressed.
      “The alien Committee has asked once more for more cooperation, and that means one thing, more experiments. As scientists we agreed all those years ago to these kinds of things, we can understand the need for understanding among scientists the universe over, but this is becoming too much. We didn’t sign on for all the world to be their playground, but as they keep telling the President and other world leaders that we will reap the benefits of our cooperation for generations to come, we have been forced to go along, but no more!” he demanded, and at this the General was wide awake. He had demanded himself these inhuman experiments stop many times, but he never could convince anyone, what had changed, he wondered.




      “The aliens have overstepped their authority too many times, and it’s getting harder and harder to cover for them, at first we used a few accidents to cover them, then missing persons, but now even the average person on the street knows something is happening, and we will soon have a revolution on our hands, probably followed by an invasion.” He said stopping for air. He was livid, and General Cummings had never seen him so upset, but here he was, demanding a hard change, so maybe this fool wasn’t so bad after all.

      General Cummings raised his hand and stood without being recognized, if this was true, he had been grossly misled, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

      “I was told many times by YOU, yourself, we needed these people to help us, but today we don’t, what has happened since the last meeting to change your mind? You have always been against even the idea of controls, or military intervention with the aliens, why NOW?” he demanded and sits down as the science team gets a very red face, all around the room, to the last man, and General Cummings doesn’t like this one bit.

      “We were in control, for a while, a LONG while.” Harris starts, ”But they are sidestepping our authority, and even though we have friends in their science community, they are no longer telling us what’s going on. General, you must understand, by now they are using and discarding a dozen times the people we allowed them to experiment with. The idea of genetic experiments has, over the years, given us a lot of good information. Including the genome project and the possibility of controlling diseases forever, but even that isn’t worth it any longer. What good is it to have perfect health to be used as slaves or worse?” he demanded as the General was getting upset himself. They had never told him any of this, and he was pissed, to say the least.

      “Or worse, what the hell are you saying DR. spit it out, no more ass kissing and back stabbing, me and you, face to face. What is REALLY going on?” the General demanded, Harris was mad himself, to be called so many things right out loud was against all he believed in, but this man had a lot of responsibilities too, and they had lied to him a thousand times.

      “The genetic experiments have for many years, offered them a chance to learn about us, all the way down to the atomic level. Now that they have all this info they started doing experiments having young with us, trying with both men and women.” Harris said stopping to let it sink in.
      “They tried having kids with MEN?” the general demanded, “What happened?” he waited to hear this, it had to be good.

      “It worked, they became pregnant, but men are not capable of having children, and even with some… modifications, they still have the babies inserted and the patients died trying to conceive.” Harris said looking away. General Cummings sat back to think, the people they experimented with had died trying to have children, but a man trying give birth, then dying from what… the pain alone would have done it. The chance that the body wasn’t built for it and the forcing of the properties into… He turned his head away. It would be like cutting a man in two without anesthetic, or worse, they may not have cut the poor *******s at all, just stood, and watched them die from the pain. He wanted more than ever to kill those little grey *******s right now, but that wasn’t new.

      “What else, Dr.?” General Cummings asked, not knowing if he even wanted to know.

      “The experiments have led to off world uses too.” Harris said as the Generals eyes opened wide.
      “Their taking people home with them?” Cummings asked, knowing the answer.

      “Yes, by the thousands now.” Harris said as the room started to whisper among themselves.
      “THOUSANDS??!! How damn many were they allowed to have, you scientific morons??” demanded the General.

      “Only a few hundred a year, it was easy to cover that many and we got some good stuff, like some of YOUR new weapons, and the fighters, and a lot of other stuff. We will have 5 Terabyte computers in almost every home in a decade, maybe.” He said looking away.

      “Maybe, it’s down to that now, we don’t even know if it’s going to happen anymore?” Cummings asks and the whole team started babbling,
      “We do know that we have the technology, the blueprints are available right now, but we aren’t sure we have the time.” Another man beside Harris butted in.

      “Time for what? Or BEFORE what, I swear if you called me here to tell me we have a decade to get ready for war, I’ll kick your asses right here.” He demanded, as every face in the room went white, really white.

      “Genocide,” was the only word he heard and he sat down with a loud thump.

      “They are a dying race, we knew that, and we had them over a barrel, they had to deal with us, but they needed to find someone who wasn’t sterile, to have a new generation of children to carry on their world, and now they have it, and they have a military too, and they like us as much as you like them.” Harris said shaking his head, maybe if he’d come forward sooner they’d have a chance.

      General Cummings sat there in shock, these, these, traitors had given away the one ace they had, and now they had the nerve to come here and say it’s too late. How dare them, they should be shot, or worse let them be used for their own experiments, that would fix them, but now he had a lot to consider, and he needed more info.
      “What are our chances, at say, 10 % survival?” he asked as they looked around the room.

      “Not good,” came an answer from another man at the end of the table, “Picture the Enterprise from Star Trek, sitting in orbit around our planet with a madman at the controls, that’s the picture, General.” He said and Cummings wanted to cry, but it wouldn’t help, and he’d like at least some serious payback, but he wasn’t sure he’d get that either.

      “We do have one chance though,” Came a voice from across the table.

      “What chance?” General Cummings asked he wanted ever chance he could get right now.

      “We have friends, and we had some serious scanning and mapping done on a few planets to prove our theories,” he started, “there’s a planet, a huge thing they showed us to prove we didn’t know jack about planet growth, and they were right. It circles a new star, a thousand light-years from here; in a system we call Xerxis 672. It’s big, bigger than 10 Jupiter’s in diameter and it’s an oddity too, it’s covered with a shallow ocean, actually not even water, like well…“ He was straining to find the words.

      “Spit it out man, I’m not as stupid as some of you have come to believe.” Cummings demanded as the room looked away in embarrassment.

      “Like embryonic fluid, with rich oxygen content, and mountains under there with valleys, it would be like living here, with water to breathe instead of air, and the water has enough oxygen to keep us alive, well even more than here.” He tried to explain.

      “So you’re saying it’s a gigantic mother’s womb?” Cummings asked smiling, “Very close, millions of miles wide, and about 1-2 km deep, it’s around a small, new sun and its close enough that the temperature even in normal depths is 60-80 degrees Fahrenheit, like swimming in bath water.” The scientist said smiling, he obviously liked that thought.
      “But we don’t breathe water, and we don’t have star travel.” Cummings said and the room agreed.

      “But we have friends, and we CAN breathe this water, since it’s really not water at all.” He said and Cummings looked up, how was this possible, he wondered.
      “Ok, you have my attention, make it good,” the general said looking squarely at the new man as Harris quietly sits down.
      “There is a scientist I have worked with that thinks we are the salvation of his people, and we are, in a way. He doesn’t want to see us all wiped out, he’s the one who warned us it was coming. He said if we can “adapt” some people to breathe there he’ll take the risk to drop us off, we agreed and he started putting up a few small buildings and stations on the bottom for us to use.” He stopped for a pause to let it sink in.

      “Get on with it man, how can this help us?” Cummings asks, getting impatient.

      ‘DR Collins has been doing research for years into having humans living on the bottom of the ocean, with limited success. But on this new world, it would be much easier, and he has already tried one of his people in a tank full of the same fluid and they survived well. We think using his modifications; we can make anyone into a fluid breathing human. It’s not a perfect solution, but it WILL work.” He stated as General Cummings thought about it, they might not be just like us, but maybe, just maybe they could live a long life and the species would survive.

      “How long will the change take, do we have time?” he asked and the room buzzed thinking about it.

      “If we hurry we can be done and have a good group off world before they come for us, they said we have 4 years from today, so we have a plan,” he said as everyone turned to look at him, ”Ok, I have a plan.” He said smiling and the general was all ears.

      “We know what this will be like, just like here but different, anyways, like living in space. We have come up with a plan, to see who we can get quickly, it’s a Game actually, and we give it away.” He said as everyone shook their heads and a few laughed.

      “A game, how does that help us in such a short time?” Cummings asked.

      “It’s a trainer in disguise, it lets people see what it would be like to trade, live, work, even fight, in space. We give them a small ship, in our world a small submarine, but in the game a space ship. Then we let them trade with each other, mine, work, whatever is needed and see what people have a natural talent for this type of thing.” He stated as the room sounded much more supportive after a second.
      “And then we?” General Cummings asked smiling, he knew the answer.

      “We SAVE them.” Was the answer he wasn’t looking to get, but true enough?

      “Begin your game Dr,” Cumming said and he stormed out of the room and the call was made, the game was available online by the end of the day, and they waited to see the results.

      Chapter 2: Passing the Time

      Jake was sitting looking over a list of new games that were for sale online. He was very particular; he wasn’t into first person shooters, unless it involved fighters or space ships. He loved the look of a space sim; it was our future, after all. We had some tiny little probes flying around out there now, but it was all just a matter of time. He saw many third person and old “arcade” type games but nothing that interested him, they were too, well, simple, and they couldn’t hold his interest past the first hour. He moved from site to site and still didn’t see anything he didn’t already have, good quality games with immersion were hard to come by.
      Finally he did a search to see what new might be available on sites he didn’t usually use. He found a lot of stuff, but nothing that was exactly what he wanted. Finally, on page 3 of his search he saw the heading, “Play the newest online sensation, be a captain of your own vessel and trade, mine, fight, in a new world of adventure and action on a massive scale” he stopped to see what it was, a new space sim, and free… you can’t beat that, and he started the download. It was big, and he had to let it run all day, but by evening he was making a name for his character and getting his first ship.

      Jake was an old guy with health problems who had tried to get a disability from the government for years. After all, he supported them for 40 years, they could support him for 20, but that’s not the way the games played, it seemed. He was told they agreed completely, he could never do anything he used to, his health wouldn’t allow it, but he was still capable of doing something, dope jockey, greeter at some store, bone buffer, but nothing a man could do for a real living, but then he was 60 and they knew they didn’t have long to wait to be rid of him, with bad health, and limited health care, he was a dead man walking, and he was sure that was the plan. He sat a lot, playing games and looking into the future, maybe his real life was there; in a future time when he could do all the things he was learning to do now. He liked mining asteroids and even a job as a miner didn’t worry him. In the future you could be a miner without having a roof fall on you, but here they still had them and they died a lot from sicknesses and accidents, but people need to eat, and the government wasn’t worried, there was always another person even younger to fill their job when they fell, no problem.

      Jake sat back and read the game directions, it was a new concept, and it was a small limited universe of maybe 10 million miles. It said it was a new universe completely different from any before. You had to survive by your wits and, with cooperation, help others. He was into helping, but he liked his freedom to move around and do what he wanted. This might be ok, but he had a hard time understanding a small, limited universe, after all, wasn’t the universe endless? Maybe that was the plan, to get you wondering and drop a squadron of attack fighters on you, but he’d be ready, it wasn’t catching him by surprise.
      Jake saw a strange new universe before him, and he smiled, it was a little off color, he was used to space being black maybe with colored clouds , but this was sort of brown, but he had read that in reality, space was a “mocha” color, so maybe it was just more realistic. He got his first ship, as always a small, limited fighter/cargo ship. They always gave you those, it offered you a choice and in some games the choice was needed, but he liked to trade up and couldn’t wait to see the bigger ships.
      He took the new ship for a ride, it handled well, but he wasn’t impressed with the speed, he was only getting like, 250 mph out of it, another surprise. In space that wouldn’t get you past the Burger King, but maybe it was a trick. He was wondering seriously about this when he found his first deposit of uranium in a mountainside he was scanning, and the oddness quickly vanished. With a good find, he would be able to sell it and buy a real ship maybe even see another world or two, which was the ticket. He mined his ship full and returned to the station where he started and sold it, he got a good price, but no new ships were available there and he returned and mined some more. He was sure he’d get a chance to explore some more after this was done and he’d find that base to buy better ships. It was all a matter of time, and he had that for sure.

      It was month 2 of the game experiment and it was going well. Dr. Harris was not too pleased, it wasn’t his idea, but he was living with it since it was actually working. The game made a close association with the reality of the new world. It was limited in size and had a lot of the same minerals and problems that they knew existed there. There were a few that took to it immediately and those were tagged, he watched them daily to see if their patience lagged too soon or if they were all just killers waiting to strike, both a bad idea on a new world, but he saw a few good candidates, some were older, but with the cloning techniques they had learned that wasn’t a problem, all they needed was a few thousand people with the right attitude and the skills to survive, and they were finding them in record time.

      By month 6 he was sure they had enough to make it work, a message was received saying that several stations and buildings were set up and available and they needed to hurry, the plan to strike was speeding to a conclusion. General Cummings was doing his level best to ready the military of the world, but that was giving it away. They had started shooting down the science ships that were on Earth for many years without being hassled, and their reports back were not being received as they should, so things were being escalated much faster than they liked, “military fools”, Harris thought. They barely had enough time now to get this all done and they speeded up the process on their end too. The collections time was at hand, then the “changing” and the drop all in less than 2 years, for several thousand people it was going to be close, and a few corners might need to be cut, but only when safety was assured, killing the new settlers wasn’t going to be an option this time, they needed every one of them and more.

      Jake was sitting playing his game, there were options you could get to speed up your ship once you had the money. He hadn’t seen any large attack ships of any kind, but people at the stations talked about a few he never saw. He had traded the small fighter in on a medium sized freighter and set up a plan to mine as much as possible. He was doing well and making some good credits, now when the time came he should be all set to get something bigger and more powerful, after all, you can’t get a battleship first, but you can earn one later. He was sitting there when a knock came at his door; he opened it to see the new lady from across the hall standing there with an insulated box in her hand smiling.

      “Hello, Mr. March, how are you today?” she asked and he smiled and nodded.
      “I get free meals sometimes and they dropped this off, its hot sausage, and they know I can’t eat this, if you like it here, please have it, I hate to waste good food.” She said and he thanked her for her kindness and went back inside his room, he’d have to remember to drop something good off for her for being so thoughtful, he thought, and sat down and ate the sandwich and fries.

      It was pretty good, but having something right that second seemed to make him sleepy, so he closed the computer and went and lay down on the couch. It was only a few minutes later he dozed off, and was fast asleep. Jake was really sleeping well when he heard someone talking and opened his eyes and looked around. He seemed to be in the hospital, and the first thought was the old lady had given him bad food, food poisoning could kill you, and thankfully someone had found him and called for help.

      “Mr. March is awake,” someone said and he saw a doctor walking his way.


      “Hello, sir, you’re ok now, don’t worry, we are taking good care of you.” He said and Jake just smiled, they better, if he died in a hospital, someone would be paying a big tab for sure. “How do you feel?” he asked and Jake smiled and said pretty good, in fact, Jake hadn’t felt this good in a while, it must be good drugs they gave him, his arthritis was all but gone for the moment, and he seemed to be able to breathe much better, his asthma was clearing up with whatever they had given him.

      “Well, you just rest, and we’ll check on you later, sleep well, sir.” The doctor said and before Jake could ask, he was out again.

      Jake was sure getting good sleep. But he wasn’t upset, he dreamed of good times and old friends of ships from the future, and great places to see and visit, new friends, and old enemies, and all the fun in between. He was having a good time, actually, when he woke up again.

      “He’s awake doctor,” he heard a nurse say.

      “Mr. March, good to see you coming around, how do you feel now?” he asked and Jake smiled, he asked him the same thing every time he was awake, was this a joke, or what? The doctor smiled and said he was watching him closely and just wanted to know and Jake said he felt good, real good actually, and he asked if they had these new drugs why didn’t his doctor give them to him years ago, he’d gladly have gone back to work feeling this good and the doctor smiled and said he’d explain later, and he had a meal ordered and it was on the way. Jake was happy, he was famished and he hadn’t been this hungry in years. He smiled and when they set the tray down he wolfed down the sandwich and all the other food like he hadn’t seen food in a while. He couldn’t believe how really hungry he was.

      The doctor came in a while later and shut the door behind him. He started to check Jake’s blood pressure and eyes, everything to see how well he was doing. Jake was a little confused, but he waited to see what was going on next, the food poisoning must have been really bad for all this attention. Finally the doctor was sure he was ok, and sat down in a chair next to the bed and smiled, Jake smiled back and waited there had to be some reason for all this and the doctor seemed ready to talk, when the cat gave his tongue back.

      “I am happy to tell you the restoration has been a complete success.” He said smiling and Jake nodded asking what restoration he was talking about.

      “Why yours of course, the process has taken some time, but with all the rest we gave you, you’re more than ok, you’re probably the best example we have here yet.” He said and Jake was starting to get a headache, this guy was talking in riddles, and he wasn’t in the mood.

      “Dr, I’m very happy that you’re very happy, but right now all I want to know is what the hell you’re talking about.” Jake said as the doctors eyes popped and he jumped up.


      “Oh, my god, I’ll be right back.” He said and ran from the room.

      “What??” Jake asked but he was gone and by now Jake was thinking something really weird was going on, and for some reason he was right in the middle of it. He wanted to get up and go see what this nut was doing now, but he was strapped in and had an IV in his arm, and he knew better than to mess with one of those himself, so he waited.

      In a few minutes another man walked in, this one was in a military uniform and was not looking too happy. He came into the room and closed the door, what Jake had to do with any of this he wasn’t sure but it looked like someone was going to tell him, eventually.

      “I am sorry we didn’t get the chance to explain all this, you must be terribly confused by now.” The officer started.

      “To say the least,” Jake said and waited.

      “You were chosen as a member of an elite team, and we are going to send you to colonize a new planet.” He said quickly and waited for a response, Jake started to laugh out loud, and he was sure he was on a hidden camera show when the officer asked what was so funny.

      “I have hoped for something like this my whole life, but we both know the politicians haven’t seen fit to make starships yet, and without that we aren’t going anywhere, so what’s the joke?” Jake said smiling and the officer tried to explain that it was real, and we do have access to starships, and Jake was actually looking around for the cameras.

      “Even if this was true, and I know better,” Jake started, ”I’m an old man, 60 years old and I wouldn’t have a chance of doing you any good out there, so please, spare me the jokes and let me go home.” He said as the officer stood and walked over to the small desk, opened it and pulled out a small hand mirror, he walked over and turned it for Jake to see and there was an image of Jake as he was at 20, with all his wavy hair and no mustache anymore, it only lasted a second, as Jake stopped laughing and passed out.

      So many ships, so little time

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