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Jones 1
The bay windows tint in reaction to the growing intensity of the sun and to
those inside the shielded office the outside world is undergoing an eclipse. The
summit being held in this corporate building concerning the destiny of a once
great man, whose signature long ebony black hair has gone gray, is in stalemate.
None of the proposals seem profitable to four men with bloodshot eyes and too
much power as they sit sipping green tea in the temperature conference room.
Two oversized gold pens fall off on to the floor after being flung from the end of
the maple conference table like the bolt of a crossbow as heads shake in
disappointment.
The once great man with a haggard face apologizes for flinging the pens,
sits back in plush leather chair and supplicates that the tale be read again. Each
powerbroker, each wearing a tan suit, shuffle and scan the thick linen paper
again. They decide to hold a recess so each man can inspect the document
without the distractions of the other’s gazes. The once great man buries his face
in his hands, and places his elbows on the grand conference table. He thinks I
Dueling captured asteroids that have become minor moons run across the sky like
the horrific horses they were named after. In a perpetual race, their combined gravitation
deflects three small gold plated probes into an orbit that is degrading. The thin
atmosphere begins to spark and the reliquaries of exploration vaporize. From the
northern polar weather station, the overcast is a fading bloody rose as the fine iron dust
storms from the equator causes a lock down in the compounds of Vallis Marineris. The
frequency of the violent squalls have increased as many journalists report the cause as the
failed attempts of past meteorological experiments. The scientists declare that it will be
only one more year of enduring the inclement conditions until the revitalization of the
biosphere is completed and stable. This positive proclamation is expected but not
believed by the weary citizenry. The population knows the politicians have panicked in
their current uncertain conditions. The pressing need to evacuate survivors of the global
war on Tellus had set the reconditioning process forward more rapidly than anticipated.
The population has many misgivings about the supposed progress and continues the
The tempest gains velocity as it is forced into the great chasm and the forefront of
the system begins to assail all peripheral outposts. The new construction sites are
abandoned and most of the people prepare for another lockdown. Two post-graduate
students at the Lowell Academy in the Wells colony decide to take the civic order as a
furtive opportunity to explore the recently uncovered high mountainside caverns outside
their dome observation facility. Both enthusiastically get into their identical pressure
suits but hesitate to enclose themselves entirely with the new less hefty helmets.
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The winds are light but lie in ambush. The eager explorers know the gusts will
come soon so they initialize a precarious thrust procedure and rapidly propel the sleek
silvery-blue diamond shaped hovercraft across the surging capricious dunes. The
students just evade the escalating edge of disruptive pressure and reach the entrance. The
The gusts of fine dust, prehistoric pumice and carbon dioxide begin to dance in
vortices causing pressurization leaks in the cockpit. The environmental suits activate in
caution mode without their consent. The digital data stream transmits again as the
massive star yellow ceramic doors recede into the mountain face. The students rush forth
but are abruptly jolted to a full stop. The automated systems have taken over as they
slowly proceed to the airlock. Pressurization commences and all the fail-safe redundant
precautions are followed. The ascent up into the corridors that will guide them to an
“Vick,” the pilot says with authority and motions to get the other’s attention, “I
think we are stuck here for at 20 standard hours after the storm dissipates.”
“I hope not Giovanni, but the cavern’s larder is full. We have our student
“So after we take off these suits, should we go to the main vein or to the smaller
“Giovanni, stop with the phallus references. Sorry, but I’m not in the mood,”
“I didn’t realize that. Funny though. So which way?” Giovanni asks in a taciturn
Being more technical minded and familiar with these jaunts, Giovanni practically
sheds his suit in an apparent wave of his hands. A being of lithe dexterity and motion, he
practically levitates while subtly positioning his posture to proceed left. He is statuesque
quartz crystal with a haggard narrow face with close set large eyes. Goivanni is an
unimpressive student and comports too easily with the rest of colony. He has gone
unnoticed by the proctors and determiners. This innocuous condition is his motivation for
this excavation in the dust tempest. He is a person of the program, not a designer as he
wishes to be. His hubris and ambition override his fear of the weather.
Vick having lived on Earth for a while is more muscled than anyone else in the
academy and has a pigment to his skin that no other person on the planet currently has.
with pink and red tinted blotches. His stride is direct and almost lumbering. His short
frame served him well on Earth with the greater gravity, but here he has trouble reaching
access consoles and fitting into transports. One benefit to his physiology is that his debts
are lower. He needs less energy to condition his apartment due to the fact that he retains
heat much more effectively than most of the residents of the planet. However, a
modicum of resentment of his unusual genetics resides in every task that does not go as
expected for him. Vick is vain and impressed by his own physical prowess. He is
stronger and his vision is almost unnaturally acute compared to the rest of the populous.
These attributes are due to his blended Martian/Earthling ancestry and this has been a
long fought issue of contention while living alone at the academy. These traits and
incessant competition developed his resolve and fortitude. He takes risks where many
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will not.
They carefully gather their excavation tools, survival gear and extra oxygen. The
hovercraft is secured and locked in place. Giovanni has already taken the subconscious
lead as they continue left. The aged abysmal caverns are a comfortable, artificially
regulated, temperature but get increasingly warmer as they explore down into the depths.
The network appears to be mineshafts previously bored out eons ago but are still smooth
dark tubes. Vick contemplates the relative strength of the stone as the crust was forged at
the beginning of the solar system. It has perpetually held up a mountain but in less
extreme conditions than what exist now one the surface. Soon a low repetitive infra-
sound rumble is heard unlike any the men have experienced before and surmise it is just
the storm above. They dismiss the sounds in their alacrity to make discoveries.
Hours pass and the tedious observations on the tunnel’s chemical structure wear
on their eyes so they cease activity. Both simultaneously put down the large hand held
scanners and Giovanni pulls an energy bar from his pocket. They lean with force against
the almost frictionless polished wall face of thickly layered divisions of discolored carbon
black strata and coruscating rock veins. The rumbling again resounds and increases in
amplitude as the rock face behind them fails and falls away. They tumble in tandem ten
“That was no dust tempest squall, that was geological activity. I thought the
scantly surveys the unnatural room and a shimmer catches his eye and he tries to focus
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his weaker vision, “What is that black box over there in the corner?”
“Get it. The evaluation fees for our dissertations may be sitting right on the
floor,” Vick says and rushes over to the corner with Giovanni. They grab it at the same
time as Vick allows Giovanni to hold it first. He brings it up to his face and sees English
on the side. Before he is able to remark, a hazy hologram projects halfway into the wall
so he brings it to the center of the room. The image resolves and the amazed students
A simulacrum of a man with thin black hair and round face struggles to pull up a
disheveled coverall environmental suit that appears to have been stained brown. Small
patches of the underlying synthetic gray textile are scattered on the suit as the brown
stains grow. He stands diminutive even more so than the five inch hologram can project.
The pain he is suffering is apparent to both students. The man crosses his arms against
his atrophied chest and stares with defiance and a singular serious facade of paramount
importance.
“I am Dr. Copern and I hope no one ever sees this as I hope to present my
findings to the world council in Geneva. If not, I am dead and I do not know who has
killed me but if you are not one of those persons who did, then you must get these
discoveries to the legitimate academic world, and if you killed me, I am gone but the
truth is not. First, we are Martians, and I don’t mean it in a jingoistic sense. We truly are
at least part Martian. In my explorations I found a small fossil or what I though was, and
put it through a genetic reader and found it was not an organism but an organic storage
device of what happened to Mars over a million years ago. I ran it though a translating
program and found the most crucial knowledge humanity has ever uncovered. The
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molten core had cooled greatly and the spinning slowed because of its small size
compared with Earth and the magnetic field was weakening so the atmosphere was
breaking down and radiation was getting through. Oh, I should say there was a
civilization here on Mars well before Earth and they look like us, to an extent. So the
planet was dying and they had probed Earth but it was still too primitive for the Martians
but in the hour of need they designed a gateway… craaaaapulltiii.” The image disperses
“I do not know?” A rumble from the tremors once again startles the students.
“named Adameva, yes you are correct by thinking it sounds like Adam and Eve. I
have the proof, I just hope you honest bearers of truth can find it in the other
compartment. If not you are scoundrels and these are, my discoveries alone!” They
look at each other with apprehension and anxiety as the recording breaks up again and
“The device transported only two thousand Martians to Earth as the others took a
portal to what seems to be as they said “the Future”. The device then obliterated all that
was left including the buildings and atmosphere because of the counter reactive energy
created by fabricating such a doorway. It hurled rocks and debris into space. A hundred
years ago, some American scientists actually found some of these in the Antarctic but
thought the Martian meteorites were from an impact with a comet or an Ort cloud object
that sent them to Earth. This exodus appears to have happened at the dawn of man and
the myths of Adam and Eve are genetic memory of this event as well as the invasion
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stories that are left over from the primitive primate brain. And yes they called themselves
Atlans, yes the story of Atlantis! Oh my here comes someone, no I mean you no harm
“So should we find the other device?” Giovanni asks without ardor.
“They are antiques, but not that rare?” Vick asks with a tangible discomfort.
“No forget it. Those recorders are nothing. I guess his story never got out, thank
Aries for that, otherwise the hybridization of our violent lower castes with the Homo
Erectus slave race never would have accepted us with such open arms. They did do a
good job building cities and turning them to rubble as they eliminated themselves though.
Now how many are left, what a million? The rest have been blended with the population
that decided to live on that ravaged planet,” Giovanni says as he looks around the room
quickly. He begins to speak slowly again, “That gravity there sure weakened the lower
caste to the point where the gases saturated their blood and drove them mad before a cure
was found. The indigenous diseases also amassed a hefty toll before the genome
merging. But the slave race worked out for awhile. We even saved some of the names to
“But we also lost much of our memory in passing through the gateway and
needed new names. Can I have the holographic device? It could get a few credits at
auction or I could start a collection. It is a thousand years old probably? In any case it is
“Sure, I know how much you like your pets and their and I guess your partial
before Giovanni and instinctually senses danger is coming. The caverns of past
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discovery implode. The reactivation of the newly modified spinning molten core has
occurred ahead of schedule. A weak but growing magnetic field comes to Mars again as
a celestial shield. The students were not the only ones to take advantage of the storm
with all of the population protected indoors. The scientists and politicians rejoice in the
capital buildings because soon the red skies will transform to blue once again. The
consummate leaders will retain their ranks and survey the future from their posts in the
government lofts on top of Olympus Mons. For now the reincarnation begins as streams
of violet violates twilight. A pure purple projecting through the low levels of refractory
atmosphere as the illusory images of the dimly illuminated colonial domes reflect the first
cascading aurora in an epoch. The last gasp of playful plasma emissions from all the
habitats’ generators evanesce as the planetary breath exhales a nascent zenith as night
starts to swallow all the colors. Not before one blithe beacon calls to the struggling dying
The recess is taken. Some of the producers decide to just go home and
find other projects to worry about. Each personage was persona non grata but
now they look bothered as they enter and go to sit down and discuss the
problems. The chairs spin around the long oval writer’s room table being filled
with only one writer and four producers. They are there but quite distant in
thoughts of home, especially high thread count sheets. The writer explains his
allegory and the producers have heard it a thousand times before and one gives
the project a maybe. The others get up and leave to fight traffic and falling
asleep at the wheel. The three exiting do not speak but think, he’s over with.
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the industry, is a friend that started out with the writer. He chews on his lower lip
in five exaggerated chomps and takes in a long deep breath and slowly exhales.
“Listen, I may be able to get this to straight to video if the script is better
than this story slash treatment deal. Yes, you hit all the sci/fi elements of mythos
and time travel and reasons why people feel special and unique in the universe.
In fact, if this was done even twenty years ago it could have been a revolution.
Now, it is just the same old combine and conquer the old bullshit. The next sci/fi
story, oh I’m sorry what you writers like to call speculative fiction now, stay away
from the local solar system and religion. You know don’t even do that, try
something with lots of technical jargon so you can enthrall and distract the
audience from the fact there are no more stories to tell. Wait, before you start
telling me that you can find the new narrative voice, stop! People don’t want a
new form. They want the old like you did here but no so obvious and they want
trivial details not poetry like your earlier work. You know what? Write a
screenplay about a family breaking down and I will get you enough money to live
on for a lifetime. Your past would prove profitable in that venture. So I will try
with this but, no guarantees. And don’t write any sci/fi unless it is only science, I
mean hard science that solves mysteries that are feasible here on Earth and not
with pivotal consequences to the destiny of mankind. I’m going now but just
remember not everything can be a resplendent success. Cheer up! Just recall