Thursday, March 18, 2021

The Virus: Part 2

 2. The First Contact

Nobody knew how and when Lizzies’ spacecraft entered the solar system. An unambiguous communication announced their precise location followed by a polite request to land on earth. When earthly tracking systems located the spaceship near Saturn, it was already moving at 30% the speed of light. 100,000 kilometers per second. A spacecraft like that, if launched from the Earth, could escape the solar system within a day. A feat that required more than a decade for even the fastest rockets of the day.

Another significant factor was the sheer size of the thing. Initial observations estimated the long axis of the Lizzy spaceship to be more than a kilometer long. The troubling conclusion, as the Chief Scientific Officer pointed out, that either the Lizzies were 20 ft giants, or the ship was carrying thousands of them, like a generation ship.

Next three hours were the longest in humanity’s collective history.

Prithvi watched the spectacle from the front row of the newly constructed International Spaceport. The arrival terminal was completely packed with Earth’s most prominent citizens.

‘Move that cameraman away from the VIP area,’ Estella blurted through the earpiece on a common communication channel. A security personnel promptly stepped out and moved an over-enthusiastic reporter.

President Baelikh and the First Lady sat next to the arrival gate, along with the Chief Contact Officer who frequently whispered in President’s ear. Prithvi along with the rest of inner-security detail stood just behind them.

‘Is that Marsh D’Mello?’

‘Yep. President just nominated him as the Chief Contact Officer. A reward for him for being the ass-licker that he is.’

‘Are you telling me that D’Mello is going to be the one managing interstellar relationships with a highly advanced alien civilization? Armageddon is here.’

‘It’s all politics… let it go. Just focus on the job at hand. Do you have the gun on you?’

‘Yes, but I am not going to use it, Estella. Few days of this duty and I am off to the moon with my family.’

‘I hope you are right champ -- HEADS UP.’

He instinctively looked in the sky and noticed clouds turning red, other eyes followed. A gigantic spaceship came into the view, firing its deceleration boosters, a huge pillar of ionized blue gases leaped to the ground. The spaceship touched down like a feather on a specially constructed landing zone.

‘Messiahs have landed.’  President Baelikh mumbled to himself.

Prithvi marched alongside the armored Presidential Limo that made its way to the landing pad. Prithvi couldn’t help but get impressed by the majestic alien spaceship in front of him. The towering structure was easily the tallest thing on the planet AND it was a spaceship. That thing would make even the most advanced earth rockets look like Lego toys.

Limos stopped a few meters away from the spaceship. A huge amount of research had gone into the right protocol for the First Contact. How idiotic would it look if the human leader stood next to the alien spaceship’s garbage disposal! Lizzies had saved humans from potential embarrassment and given meticulous instructions beforehand. The directions were detailed to the point of almost embarrassing; like a mother teaching her toddler the right way to lick a lollipop.

They skipped one part, though. They didn’t reveal what they looked like.

As the President and the First Lady stood at their pre-designated places, billions of eyes unblinkingly stared at their screens. Prithvi, despite his police training, felt his heart racing as they waited for them to come out of their insanely huge spaceship. What would come out of there? A 20-feet tall repulsive slimy lizard with eyes hanging out of their sockets? A horde of tiny green creatures with forked tongues? Or something entirely inconceivable by the human mind.

But nothing prepared him for what came next.

An imperceptible door slid about 10-feet above the ground, and a staircase descended, individual footholds seemingly hovering in mid-air. And from the shadows of the spacecraft’s interior appeared three Lizzies. As the afternoon sun-light fell onto the Lizzies, a single defining word crossed the human minds: 

Gods!

Many fell to their knees upon witnessing the splendid majesty with their eyes. The three ‘Lizzies’, were two women and one man of impossible perfection that could put Greek demigods to shame. Their bodies were forged in the heavens and their faces glowed with an aura and a kind gentle smile adorned their faces like a mother holding her baby for the first time. Their pearly white resplendent clothes defied any earthly origin. And it was not just their physical appearance. The moment they appeared; a soothing calm descended.

Prithvi wanted to feel angry at himself having doubted these Gods, but in their divine presence, he felt unable to do that too. When they waved gently, Prithvi fought an urge to fold his hands in prayer. He just wanted to watch them forever and ever.

As they walked down the ramp, floating down in graceful motion, a mesmerizing smile never left their faces.

One of the women stepped forward on approaching President Baelikh, her hand outstretched. A usually sanguine President fumbled on his feet and wordlessly took her hand.

 ‘Pleasure to meet you Mr. President. Greetings from Lizzies… I believe that’s what you call us,’ said a heavenly voice with perfect inflection and exact pauses. ‘My Earth name is Eris and these are my fellow Lizzies -- Adonis and Ares.’ She said and stared towards the cameras capturing the event.

As the images of Eris, Adonis, and Ares beamed across the solar system, another miracle occurred. A serene quietness and content that the contact group had felt, spread through humanity. The ever-evading satiation of the senses was fulfilled in the most primal way, turning them into loyal subjects. In the minds of people, centuries-old Gods were discarded in favor of the new ones. Already Lizzies had given humans so much, all that was left for them was to descend on the planet of their subjects and accept their reverence. And they did so in the most miraculous way possible.

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The Virus: Part 1

 1. The Offer


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NEW MESSIAHS ARRIVE TODAY’. ’Can you believe today’s headlines?’ Police chief Estella Gonzac quipped. While pacing the length of her office, she tossed the newspaper on the table.

Prithvi didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and replied, ‘I absolutely can.’

‘I didn’t call you to join the bandwagon,’ she said staring into his eyes. She was pissed. Well, to be honest, she was always pissed.

He chuckled. ‘C’mon Estella. You know me for what, twenty years now? When did I last disappoint you?’

‘Don’t call me by my first name… at least not in my office. And no, you haven’t. And that is the reason why I cannot trust anyone else with my doubts.’

‘Alright, ‘Chief’’ Prithvi said emphasizing the honorific. ‘What do you think Lizzies are arriving for? Recon? Extermination? Enslavement?’

‘Hold your sarcasm champ. You don’t know what aliens might be thinking. What you do know is that my instincts never fail me.’

‘Well… if you suspect them of foul play then you are looking for something that doesn’t exist, Estella… I mean… chief. They gave us C-ships and micro-fusion technology just after the first contact. Your buddy, President Baelikh, though I hate that guy, did a semi-decent job of combining both the technologies. For the first time in human history, we have infinite energy in our hands. Don’t you remember how it was before? And now look at us. We have established colonies on Moon, Mars, Ganymede and Europa. Baelikh planning a Titan mission too.  All credit goes to the Lizzies. I mean we were a dying civilization and they gave it all that without--’

‘Ya ya ya,’ Estella said impatiently. ‘Gosh. I had forgotten how much I hated your expositions. Thanks for reminding me.’ Estella sniffed. ‘Whatever you said is right. But that is exactly why it doesn’t make sense to me. It is too… too… selfless… too methodical… too…’

‘Too unlike humans?’

‘Exactly.’

‘Well, they are not humans.’

‘Still… there is no free lunch in this world.’

‘Aaand… they don’t belong to this world. Just because we screw each other up all the time, doesn’t mean that Lizzies do too. Maybe they are wired differently than us.’

‘And for me THAT is an even a bigger reason why to not trust someone who is that different.’

Prithvi thought for a second. ‘Fair enough. Hence, we arrive at a deadlock in our argument. Neither of us have anything more substantial than our hunch. We can take them to Area 51 and analyze their brains, I suppose.’

Estella rolled her eyes, missing the sarcasm. ‘Of course, not. At least not until we understand them better. And that’s why I called you here today.’ She pulled her chair closer to Prithvi and leaned in till her face occupied Prithvi’s entire vision. ‘Listen carefully. You have one of the best minds when it comes to looking beyond the obvious. You make no assumptions and see things that others will not give a second glance. I still haven’t forgotten your work on the Italian Syndicate. That bust is now a case-study in the police academy. I want this big brain of yours doing work for me.’ Her voice turned into a whisper. ‘And more importantly, you are someone I can trust. Right?’

Prithvi shifted uneasily in his chair. It was always tricky working with Estella… and even trickier working for. On one hand he didn’t want to get into this hot mess Estella was planning, it’d be an easy ‘no’ and he could just walk out of the room. But on the other hand, secrecy about their physical appearance and almost altruistic generosity made it difficult for his curious mind to outrightly reject it. He needed to insure himself first, though.

‘You can trust me Estella. But I have two conditions before I hear it. One – I get to say ‘no’ after I hear your plan. Two – I work within my boundaries.’

‘You have my word.’

Prithvi sighed. ‘All right. What do you have in your mind?’

Estella walked with a heavy gait to the table and pulled out a piece of paper from a sheaf and extended it towards Prithvi.

‘The President has asked me to manage their security for the time they are here. I want you in the inner-most ring of their security detail. That way you will be close to them. Watch their every move, listen to every word they say… do your thing… and report it back to me.’

Estella paused and stared at Prithvi.

Prithvi looked between her and the security memo. ‘There is something else you want me to do. Only this can’t be it.’

Estella’s eyes widened and a smile stretched on her face. ‘How did you figure that?’

Prthivi handed back the memo. ‘Well, I just connected the dots.’

‘Humor me here then. How do you know there is more to the ask?’

‘Well it was not one single thing but a combination of multiple observations. First, you insisted on a private meeting. You must have deemed a vidcall sufficient risk to haul my ass all the way from New New York. I had my flags up at that time. Second, just now you emphasized on trust you have on me. I know you and you wouldn’t play that card in usual circumstances. It has to be more than a plain eavesdropping mission.’

‘Wait a sec. This one involved eavesdropping on an alien species. I could be genuinely asking for a trusting partner for Lizzies’ security.’

‘True. And I did initially attribute that to the situation. But recall what you exactly asked in the way you asked it. You had whispered, ‘You are someone I can trust.’ You were evoking trust at the personal level. As if I would be privy to something incriminating, and I would keep my mouth shut if things go south.’

‘I see.’

‘The third factor was pretty easy to see in retrospect. You closed the door shut and switched on a scrambler before this conversation began. That seemed a little awkward to me at first but makes sense with my hypothesis of an illegality in your request. You wouldn’t have done that if the task entailed merely being your eyes and ears.’

Estella laughed loudly. ‘Brilliant.’

Then, she walked to the corner of the room, pressed an invisible speck on the wall, after a quick iris scan, faux wall slid revealing a small rack. She picked up what looked like a weapon.

‘This,’ Estella held a surprisingly ordinary looking gun in her left hand, ‘is where I need you.’

‘What is it?’

‘It’s an energy-gun. It creates a bubble of pure energy around the body it is fired at. Once it is activated nothing can enter or leave that bubble. Not even pure energy. I need you to keep it on you whenever you are around the Lizzies. And if needed… use it. Don’t worry, it can’t kill.’

Prithvi’s eyes widened. ‘You weaponized their micro-fusion technology?’

‘Of course, we did. Did you think that the guy like Baelikh wouldn’t use micro-fusion beyond clean energy? Anyway, Pentagon is almost confident that this will work against the Lizzies.’

Prithvi took the gun in his hand. It didn’t feel much different from his service pistol except the nozzle that was closed and rounded at the end. In fact, it was lighter. Thanks to a fusion device, Prithvi noted with discomfort. I possess a mini sun in my hands.

‘Here is the real catch, Prithvi, this mission is ‘off-the-books’. Pentagon can’t risk an interstellar war in case you did something stupid. Hopefully, it will not come to that.’

Prithvi sat there trying to understand the full extent of what Estella was proposing. He envisioned all best-case and worst-case scenarios and everything in between. He was supposed to spy on friendly alien beings who are arriving in peace. He will be completely alone and completely expendable. If anyone found him with that gun, let alone while firing it, there will be no hearing. Inter-species relationship won’t be risked for one man.

He was clearly expendable in this scenario. In other circumstances, he might have accepted it, but with the family and responsibility of his daughter… he couldn’t risk their future on Estella’s hypothesis.

‘I am sorry, chief. This is getting too dangerous. It is one thing to penetrate the Italian syndicate but whole another thing to go for ‘off-the-books’ mission involving freaking aliens. My answer is a no.’

Prithvi stood up, kept the gun back on the table and turned to the door.

‘How is Alia doing? She must be five now, isn’t it?’

‘She is...’ Prithvi paused in his tracks. ‘same. Doctors are asking us to evaluate… you know… our final options.’

‘I feel sorry for her, Prithvi.’ Estella paused. ‘You know, we need someone to head security for the new Lunar base. And the moon’s low gravity might help her condition --’

‘I’ll do it.’

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Part 2: The First Contact

Monday, November 16, 2020

Mobius Man


The date. The time. The timeline. The mask. The fucker was here.

The gun cocked.

“I jumped through twenty-six timelines to get to you.”

“One would have sufficed, Möbius.”

The bugger didn’t even turn around. And he knew my name.

He is good. He is very good.

“I need to know why?”

He ignored my question. “You should have killed me when you had a chance.” Bugger wasn’t even scared.

At Temporal Opus, we need to know. I tried again.

“Why did you kill those 25 people?”

He chuckled. An ice-cold laugh in the face of death that would have made a hardened Temporal Agent piss in his pants. “People? Those retrievers didn’t tell you anything, huh? These were not just random ‘people’ Mobius. Here--” He tossed a bundle of photos over to me. Bloody faces of 25 ‘people’ floated in air on the photos. Despite the brutal way they were murdered, there was clearly one theme to it. B… But… It couldn’t be…

“They are all me! What the…!”

“Yes. They are all Mobius. Twenty-five Möbiuses who thought they had me because their retrievers told them so.”

 All twenty-five of me killed by him.

“Am I the twenty-sixth?”

“Nope. I am.” The fucker turned around. He wasn’t even making sense anymore. “You see—” he came closer… I could feel his breath… his eyes staring intently into mine… “—I am Möbius too.”

The mask came off. A mirror came up. A horrendous mirror that showed you a murderous version of yourself.

“I am the twenty-sixth.” He repeated, the man with my face, “I am just tired of this killing. You must complete the job now.”

His right hand reached for the overcoat pockets. A shot was fired impulsively… from my gun. His body fell to the ground and papers from his hands fell to the floor.

CONFIDENTIAL

Mission Details

Target: Agent Möbius #137

Timeline: UNKNOWN

Cause: Rogue agent. Catastrophic imploding timelines and collapsing multi-Universes

Mission: Eliminate Agent Möbius (all timelines).

BRIEFING ENDS

 

I see it now. Temporal agency couldn’t pin-point the exact timeline of the rogue one. All of us need to be eliminated to be sure. I wept near the twenty-sixth. His sacrifice will not go in vain.

I gathered the twenty-five photos, added another one.

And then, I donned his mask. Off to the twenty-seventh.

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