Ten
Extraterrestrial Investigators
Judy and Stephen were still speechless as they gazed at the holographic image being projected from my fingers onto my living room floor. “This is unreal,” said Judy. “How are you doing this?”
“The nanomachines move to the epidermis,” I said, making a fist turning off the holographic image. “Now to answer your question,” I said. “What question?” Judy asked as she came out of her daze.
“You wanted to know who or what is a Gandoran Prime,” I said. “Yes,” said Judy, completely out of her daze. “I’m sorry, but I was so enthralled by the holographic image.”
“It’s okay,” I smiled, “You should have seen my expression the first time I saw it.”
“Okay, who or what is a Gandoran Prime?” Judy asked with a smile.
I didn’t know where to start. I ran my hands down my face as I tried to find a good starting point. I put my hands behind my head and said, “The Gandorans are a race of aliens that can alter their appearance as you have seen with Julian Frost.”
“So a Gandoran Prime can be anybody,” said Stephen. “Not just anybody, but people with power and influence,” I said as I leaned forward looking directly at Stephen. “People with power and influence that have shaped this country and this world into this thing we see today.”
Judy and Stephen sat silently which was my sign to continue my story. “Before Gandora imploded, the Gandorans were welcomed on Vathia. The Gandorans soon discovered they could not live in the clean environment of Vathia. They attempted to convert the environment into the same as on Gandora. The Vathian’s noticed the small changes in their environment and a war ensued.”
“They fought a war because of changes in their environment,” said Judy. “Yeah, they realized the Gandorans was trying to change the entire planet with a Terra Synthesis Generator,” I said, sounding as if I even knew what a Terra Synthesis Generator did. I hope Judy or Stephen didn’t ask me what a Terra Synthesis Generator did.
“What does this generator do?” asked Stephen with a smile. Damn you Stephen! Then something kicked in my head. “A Terra Synthesis Generator convert the minerals in the soil into toxins that rapidly spread, similar to a virus, soon making the planet uninhabitable for everyone except the Gandorans.” It must have been a metamorphosis of the nanomachines.
“Are they planning to use this Terra Synthesis Generator here?” asked Judy with just a slight quiver in her voice. The nanomachines allowed me to feel her blood pressure rise slightly. The next thing I said would most likely increase her blood pressure just a little bit more. I said, “No. We’ve started the process for them.”
“What do you mean?” asked Stephen as he chewed on a pen. “With the Industrial Revolution came these amazing technological advances which also introduced water and air pollution,” I said as I got out of my chair and walked to the large picture window in the living room. “We literally attracted them here, as a moth to a flame.”
“So what happens next?” asked Stephen as he seemed unfazed by anything I had just revealed to them. I raised the blinds waiting for my friends. I looked at my watch. It was almost noon and time for the men in black to drive by. “The invasion happens next once the toxic levels are at the appropriate levels,” I said tapping lightly on the window.
“Isn’t there anything we can do to stop the toxic levels from rising?” asked an excited Judy. Looking into the grey October sky, I solemnly said, “It’s too late. It has always been too late.”
I didn’t need to turn and see the expressions on Judy and Stephen’s face, I could read their minds. Then I decided to drop a bomb on them.
Scratching the back of my neck, I said, “There’s already a shitload of Gandorans near or in Dulce, New Mexico in a secret underground base.”
Stephen’s lower jaw dropped again while Judy raised her glasses to the top of her head. “I knew there was a secret base in Dulce!” exclaimed Stephen. “We finally got proof that the government has been working with aliens.”
“The government has never worked with aliens Stephen,” I said convincingly. “Unfortunately for us the aliens are the government, here and abroad.”
“Wait a minute,” said a concerned Judy, “what are you saying?”
Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, I said, “Remember I said the Prime could be anybody, especially people of power. They have infiltrated the government. Several U.S. President since 1850 have been a Prime.”
“That’s impossible!” exclaimed Judy.
“Not impossible,” I said. “One Prime, the High Prime, has been the President of the United States at different times.”
“How is that even possible?” Stephen asked. “Which presidents has this Prime impersonated?”
“Pierce, Jefferson Davis of the Confederate States, Cleveland, McKinley, F. Roosevelt, Johnson, and G. W. Bush,” I said, rattling off the names with ease.
Judy got out of her seat and stood next to me. I could feel her heart pound in her chest. “I can’t believe this,” she said, folding her arm across her chest. “What proof do you have?”
“Always playing the part of the skeptic. I downloaded the information into the nanomachines before I left,” I said as I peered at the steel grey clouds.
“Why the Vathian didn’t’s come to Earth and get the Prime?” asked Judy. “For the simple fact that Earth is too toxic for them,” I said. “Once the Prime finish converting Earth, it’ll be too toxic for humans.”
A worried Judy returned to her chair. I could feel her fear rise.
I checked my watch again. “Okay, I need you in the kitchen now.”
Judy and Stephen went into the kitchen. Just like clockwork, the black SUV with two different white males slowly drove by. I gave them my usual wave. After they cruise through the stop sign, I lowered the blind.
I turned and pointed to the floor and produced the next 4D holographic image. “Shall we continue?”