So far Kellil had shown me six of the twelve Gandoran Prime living on Earth as humans and told me their plan to conquer Earth. In other words, they planned to get rid of all humans.
“What would happen to the human populace?” I asked Kellil. There was a sigh then she said, “All humans would die because of the toxicity of Earth’s environment.”
Humankind was at the brink of extinction and I was the only one who knew about it. Even if did tell someone they would most likely have me committed to an insane asylum. Nah, they would only laugh because black people never get abducted by aliens.
Kellil waved her hand over the glowing orb once more, producing another image. “Who is that?” I asked. “His Gandoran designation is Morvant. On Earth, he is known as Houston Burch,” said Kellil.
The name instantly rang a bell. Houston Burch had more money than Warren Buffet and Bill Gates combined. He was a real shrewd businessman. The one good thing he did do was to bring American jobs back to America. Another distraction from the truth. People were working and spending money to not notice anything. His part in the scheme to destroy Earth as a Prime would make that accomplishment look like a penny in his Himalayans of wealth.
“I work in one of his warehouses,” I said quietly. “I can’t believe I’ve been working for the enemy.”
“Do not be sadden Eli Morningstar,” said Kellil, “The Gandorans duped us until the Tabiil noticed the unsettled ecological harmony of Vathia. Unfortunately, the majority of humans are too busy to notice the imbalance in Earth’s ecological harmony.”
It was true. The majority of humans had their faces buried in the Genius phone or notebook created by Graham “Vonar” Corbett or spending the money they earned in one Houston Burch’s warehouses or factories.
“Everything they do is connected,” I said dejectedly. “Your insight serves you well Eli Morningstar,” said Kellil with a smile. Corbett or Vonar invented the Genius products manufactured in Burch’s factories and shipped to his warehouses. Those factories most likely produced chemicals which Senator Art Rhodes got a bill passed that would allow dumping in rivers. Everyone who owned a Genius product used it to keep track of Julian Frost, Nina Montoya, Elijah Gaines, and Van Buren. No one saw the connection. I’m sure there were more dots to be connected.
Kellil waved her spindly hand over the orb creating an image of a female with dark hair and a crazy look in her dark eyes.
“Who’s this?” I asked. “Another defector. Her Vathian designation is Phesa,” said Kellil. “However on Earth she is known as Lilith Delacroix.”
“I’ve never heard of her,” I said as I looked into her crazed eyes. “She is the only one to stay out of plain sight of humans,” said Kellil.
“Why?” I asked. “It gives her the benefit of performing her experiments,” said Kellil as she turned away from me. “What do you mean experiments?” I asked placing a hand on Kellil’s shoulder. It was the first time I had touched a Vathian. Her skin was smooth, yet waxy, as a candle. She turned and looked at me.
“Her intellectual capacity is far greater than Vonar, especially concerning biologics. Phesa was the principal scientist of the Vathian scientific society and Vonar is her acolyte,” said Kellil. “She was also my acquaintance.”
What did she mean by acquaintance? Where they lovers or just good friends? Now I understand the look on her face. She was sad. “She wasn’t always like this,” said Kellil as she stared at the image. She quickly waved her hand over the orb again and said, “Let’s move on.”
The next image that appeared was of a bearded man’s face I’ve seen on the news several times. He was head of a radical Muslim group, Soldiers of the Jihad, who kept things stirred in the Middle East, especially when the word peace was mentioned. It was rumored he had nuclear weapons and wouldn’t hesitate to use them.
Before Kellil said anything, I said, “I know this guy. He’s Saleem Shaban, head of a radical Muslim group somewhere in the Middle East.” Kellil nodded her approval of my answer. “His Gandoran designation is Sabar and the acolyte of Helus.”
“So he’s some type of assistant to Van Buren or Helus,” I said, putting together another connection. “Yes,” said Kellil. “Use your insight an you’ll see their Earth connection.”
“Van Buren hates everyone who is not a white American and Shaban is always screaming to kill all Americans thus keeping both sides of human disliking the other and not seeing the big picture,” I said with a smile on my face. “Not bad for a black guy.”
Before Kellil could wave her hand over the orb again, the milky white membrane dissolved. Negu, along with the two armed Vathian’s, rushed in and said, “Empress Kellil, Gandoran ships are entering Earth’s atmosphere.”
For some reason, I wasn’t blocked out of this conversation. Kellil said, “Report to the control room.” Negu nodded and retreated out of the room.
“We will complete your education of the Prime later,” Kellil as she waved her hand over the orb twice, turning it off or putting it a sleep mode. “Let us go to the control room.”
We left the room and made a left. We quickly walked down another long corridor until we came to another milky membrane. Kellil waved her hand in front of the membrane and it quickly dissolved revealing a shaft of light. Kellil stepped into the light. “Come, we must go up to the control room.” Taking a step, I was engulfed by the light and swept upward.