World of Good - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Chip’s Story

Chip turned to see the group split up into dyads—the escort along with the crewmember. Each dyad was getting into a two person transport device called a Pod. The exception being the four person vehicle that Tammy, Dale and their escorts entered. From Chip’s point of view, the transport pods were quiet, highly efficient, effective propulsion, and no apparent energy waste. At a distance, he could see a larger capacity vehicle carrying fifty or more persons. The Pods reminded him of the Lexan case that enclosed the 1000Gigabyte memory cubes he uses in his portable ComPad. The launch pad used a high energy light beam, directed at the Pod’s harnessing disc at the base of the vehicle, to propel it into the air. The harnessing disc was cone shaped to accept the energy pulse, much like someone blowing a snow cone cup into the air with a straw. A large clicking sound and pulsating light, emanated from the terminal floor. It repeated itself in 1/2 second intervals and grew fainter as Chip flew farther away from the terminal. When the light source from the terminal was out of range, smaller lighthouses strategically posted throughout the city relayed the pods to their destination.

After he returned from his trip, Chip was first to report the results of the week of researching the Vlanco people. He faced the group, as he pulled out his ComPad and attached it to the wall, as if ready to give a scientific presentation. We waited patiently as he gathered himself.

“We flew in complete silence. This gave me a chance to concentrate on the flight plan and scheduled destinations,” said Chip proud of his efficiency. “We had one week to finish our study, which, as you know translates into about six 30 hour days here on Onos. I’m not one to gripe about a long work day. We landed at their scientific research ‘Emporium,’ which is more or less a clearing house of all science information. Astrological, biological, medical, chemical...all the physical sciences, are channeled through this facility. Through the centuries, they lost so much data from various biological viruses that mutated into electronic components, they decided to channel all information into one secure location. While ideas and technology are developed throughout the solar system, anything new and different will be compiled and categorized into its specific area.”

Chip scanned some notes he made, before he continued.

“Since Bioengineering was my specialty, I decided to visit that part of the Emporium first. I wanted to learn as much as possible, regarding the scientific advances, so I was escorted to the historical archives to see a summary of the systems data.”

Chip wrinkled the side of his mouth and sighed through his nose. “You know, just when I was getting into the database, the Advisor of the facility—Kagor—interrupted me. He was a nice enough guy,” he said rolling his eyes, “but I had to make polite conversation for about an hour with him, and other scientists, before I could get back to the data. But he kept using this farewell expression which stuck in my head, like a bad commercial, he whole time I was there. Kagor had this deep bass voice that would have gotten him a spot on any barbershop quartet. He would say ‘Good work and good heart.’ I guess that was his way of greeting someone.

Nevertheless, I found out that their science is an interconnected link with other areas of society. Science will not pursue a specific direction unless it is acceptable by governmental, economic, and spirituality groups. I thought it would slow down the advancement of technology, but they have gotten very adept at streamlining information by letting computers glean the rudimentary data out and saving the highly unusual data for Advisors to evaluate.”

Chip saw our bewildered frowns and explained further. “For example, There was a new technology that scientists had stumbled across, on Presus2, a local moon in the Donos Pladis. The Pladis is the set of planets and moons on this side of the triple stars,” he reminded. “They found a new substance, called Tara100, in the moon. When exposed to oxygen, it would cause an energy exchange resulting in explosion thousands of times greater than the input. They did some tests and gave the data to the Emporium before moving ahead. The computers weaned out the facts of harmful and helpful effect scenarios for the Vlanco population. The results were that the negative effects outweighed the positive and therefore further consideration wasn’t even given by the Advisors. However, as time progresses, the computers may re-examine the analysis later, based on changes in society then alert the Advisors for reconsideration. It seems that most of the research and technology focuses on the welfare and security of the Vlanco people as a whole, but sometimes sacrifices, such as an outlying planet’s people dying from a plague, will take priority. For the most part, no one is in a rush to push through new advances. They seemed to go by the ‘it’s better to be safe than sorry’ approach.”

“I also noticed how they have dealt with aging. As you all know J.W. Hendricks and his international biotech team were the major contributors to the slowing of the aging process in 2019. And while Alex over there is 97...”

“98,” I injected,

“As you wish.” Chip continued, “He looks like what a 40 year old would look like in the 20th century. And while we currently expect human life span to reach 200 years or so, without genetic breakdown, these people have figured out how to stop aging, without side effects. They have the same type of DNA as we do, so this information is a gold mine.”

Chip’s eyes were getting bigger, as he continued his explanations. “They came up with this research about 300 years ago, which is why most of these Vlanco people look so young. Nevertheless, they are very concerned about long life; not for being fit and youthful looking, but rather that it may lead them to a productive and spiritual life.

“Kagor crept up behind me and asked, ‘Chip, how is your research going.’” I jumped, not expecting that low booming voice. I think he did on purpose, because when he saw me startled, he laughed and laughed, like it was comedy night.”

“Our conversation went something like this:”

“‘Hi Kagor, how can I help you?’ I said, exhaling.

‘Chip, I am more interested in your intentions than your help.’

‘What do you mean?’ I said, innocently.

‘Well, from across the room I could see you investigating the aging process and it seemed that your interest may be more self motivated.’

‘How could you tell—I mean know what my motives are?’

That‘s when he started to nag me.

‘Chip, trust me, we can sense these things. At any rate, what I was going to tell you was that longevity in life also means responsibility to the community. Do you agree?’

‘Oh, yes I do.’”

He turned to us in confidentiality. “And I did agree with Kagor. But I never mind getting a little something out of it for myself.”

“‘Even if it means sacrificing benefits for oneself, Chip?’” he said with a knowing look.

“Man this guy was on to me! I couldn’t figure out how this guy knows me so well and how he does it, but in reality he was right, my greedy side can’t help itself.”

I couldn’t have agreed with Chip any more.

“‘Yes...your right,” I said relenting.

‘Good, Chip! I think you are beginning to understand what I mean when I say, Good work and Good heart.’

‘Yea.......oh yea, I guess sooo...’ I said, briefly reconsidering his words.

Chip turned to us with a worried frown.

“These guys are too nice, it really irritates me, was it the same with you Guys?” Without waiting for an answer, Chip continued. “As I finished making some critical notes in my ComPad. Actually I downloaded as much crucial data as I could,” he said with an eh-what-the-hell-look. But the rest of the crew were skeptical of his use of data, due to his volatile past history.

“And since I have always been interested in the cellular neuroscience regarding the biophysical, biochemical, and molecular, I wanted to find any data on the electro-biological interrelational connections so I could observe their methods relative to my own research. In the past, I would have used the Ca102a+ imaging applied to a wide range of model systems cells in amphibia, chemosensory neurons in the nematode, and the brains spatial distribution of voltage, ligand-gated channels and the effects of peptides and second-messenger systems on membrane currents. Then I could take some of the Vlanco...”

Chip saw the yawns in the room. “Nevermind! I see you have no interest in the finer points of my research.”

“Don’t get hostile Chip,” I piped in. We want you to continue, but you’re talking a little over our heads—with maybe the exception of Tammy.”

“Who just plain doesn’t care,” Tammy replied proudly.

I shot a desperate frown to Tammy, then turned back to Chip. “Go ahead Chip, and I know its tough, but just lower the technical aspects a notch and you‘ll be fine.”

“Thanks Alex for your support,” he said, trying to gather himself for the next part of his presentation.

“In a nutshell, they don’t have human/machine memory research.” He sighed. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t have any effective research on the body or research on computer systems. It just means we have to integrate the two.”

“Why do I think your up to something Chip,” I said with a squint.

“What do you mean Alex,” Chip said with a most saintly look.

“Yeah, I do believe your eyes are gettin’ brown, Sticky Fingers,” said Dale.

Dale huffed. “That was a long time ago, Dale, now can I continue please?”

“Its may I continue,” added Tammy with a smirk.

“Thank you, Tammy, it is the first and finest correction I have ever had the honor of receiving from you.”

“You don’t know half of the finest I have, honey.” Tammy blew him a kiss.

“Go girl, go,” said Dale. He and Tammy gave each other a high five.

We were definitely getting sidetracked. “Knock it off guys, let Chip continue,” I scolded. I nodded to Chip.

He continued. “After my fill of medical information, I was lead to an area where they examine data from Astrological research. Kagor guided me to my next destination. It was a very large sterile structure with a dome atop. There were few vehicles operating in the area. Almost all persons walked between the buildings.”

“Kagor walked and talked. ‘Chip, I believe you will enjoy the Astrological complex. I will introduce you to a reputable scientist named Spaest. He is in the process of leading a group of scientist to complete a marvelous assignment of mapping the Galaxy. Incidentally Chip, why is it that you are named Chip and not Christopher?’ Man I gave a sorry, sour look for myself.”

“I took a deep breath. ‘Well Kagor, the short story is that I invented a special integrated chip design, and after that, everyone kept calling me the Chip King or the Chip Guru and as time went on it became just Chip. I had respect from most people at one time, but not after this happened. People have short memories—with the exception for idiotic slang terms!’”

“‘It sounds as though you still harbor some resentment. Should I call you Christopher instead?’ Kagor said, in a sensitive tone.”

“‘Don’t worry about it Kagor, I’m getting used to it. Point me in the direction of the genius Astronomer. I could use some intelligent conversation.’”

“As we entered a large room, I noticed that there was no roofing over the dome on the building. Didn’t seem weatherproof.”

“Kagor moved toward a group of people analyzing some data. ‘Spaest!’ he called out, with his arms extended and a grin on his face.”

“‘Kagor!’ the other guy said slapping his leg. ‘what are you doing on this side of the Emporium.’”

“‘I just came to see you Spaest. You are my favorite Astrological, Physometro, Universal Continuum, space mapper,’” “Then they hugged.”

“‘Your just saying that because you want my wife to cook you another dinner. I know she captured your taste sensors the last time we had you over,’ he chuckled.”

“Kagor laughed. ‘You have cornered me my friend.’”

“Spaest turned to me. ‘So this must be one of the Earth people we have heard about.’”

“‘Yes, this is Chip,’ Kagor said extending his hands toward me, like he was showing off a new automobile.”

“‘What happens when it rains? I said, pointing to where the ceiling should have been.”

“‘Chip, I see you are not one for pleasantries,’ he said, chuckling some more. His chuckle sobered to a short smile, ‘We have a energy field that covers the opening from foreign objects from entering. We have a wonderful view of the stars from here, do you not agree?’”

“‘Actually, it is a very effective viewing area.’ I was mildly impressed."

“Spaest puffed up. ‘I thought you would agree. Now, what is it that I can do for you?’”

“Finally back to science. ‘I wanted to continue my scientific research by examining your portion of the complex. You can either guide me personally, or if you are busy, lead me to the database and I will evaluate the information myself.”

“‘Chip, I think you may be interested in some of the current research we are conducting. However, I am discussing a very interesting conundrum at the moment with my colleagues. Please investigate the database and I will be with you momentarily.’ Spaest bowed quickly and turned to his associates.”

“Excellent! I thought to myself. No one to have polite conversation with. As I found my way to the database, I patted Kagor on the back. ‘Goodbye.’”

“‘I believe you will be happy there. Enjoy yourself, and remember, Good work and—’”

“‘Yeah, I know, good work and good heart.’”

“‘Ha, ha, ha. You are such an interesting Being, Chip.’ His laughter trailed off, as he headed back to the bioengineering structure. I shuddered a bit, then focused my attention to the terminal.”

“‘Query?’ said the female holographic guide.”

“‘Yes. Please direct me to the latest mapping of the Galaxy.’ I glanced over at the two scientists, as they talked, laughed, and debated.”

“‘Excuse me sir, would you like the Fomet Galaxy or another?’”

“‘Computer, please use the terms downloaded from the Earth vessel.’”

“‘Excuse me sir. Would you like the Milky Way Galaxy or another?’”

“I was intrigued. ‘What percentage of outer space has been mapped? And of how many galaxies?’”

“‘Mapping of the Milky Way is 58% complete, mapping of Leo 1 is 24% complete, mapping of Ursa Minor is 7% complete, mapping of Sculptor is 14%, mapping of ...”

“‘Hold it, computer, did you say 58% of the Milky Way has been completely mapped?’”

“‘Yes, that is correct sir.’”

“I was fascinated. ‘Does that include all stars, planets, comets, etc?’”

“‘Yes sir. It also includes planets and some major moons.’”

“‘That is unbelievable! Do you have space craft that travels through the galaxy?’ I half expected an elaborate space exploration network.”

“‘No sir.’”

“‘How then did you retrieve the information for mapping, when space travel is limited to...to....Where is it limited to?’”

“‘Space vehicles travel primarily within the Vlanco solar system.’”

“‘How thorough is mapping accomplished from this distance?’”

“‘The primary tools are space probes, High energy displacement telescopes, and Ravion energy beams.’”

“‘I see. Computer, I would like to investigate the telescopes and this Ravion device. But first, could you show me Earth?’ I wanted to confirm if they knew anything about Earth or were just bluffing.”

“The computer showed a wide view, with differing perspectives and finally a fairly complete picture of Earth. But not in great detail. I was truly astounded and amazed they knew Earth existed. The computer continued to give data at my request. That was until Spaest returned.”

“‘Chip, how are things progressing?’ he inquired.”

“I couldn’t hold back my enthusiasm. ‘This is truly amazing!’”

“‘What is that, Chip?’ Spaest said, leaning his head forward with a confused gaze.”

“‘Your mapping! You must know not only about astronomical bodies, but possibilities for advanced civilizations as well!’”

“‘Yes, Chip, you are correct. We have not initiated contact, but know of several potential life supporting star systems in the galaxy. We have taken a broad sweeping approach to evaluating the stars, and have chosen to let the events happen rather than forcing them in any direction.’”

“‘You mean you haven’t even tried to contact other planets?’”

“‘That is correct Chip.’”

“‘I don’t understand. With the resources you have, it would seem a simple thing.’ They all these resources and never made contact with other planets. Very puzzling, indeed.”

“‘There are many reasons we do not. We focus our primary attention on the mapping process. You Earth people are a good example of allowing the research to come to us, rather than the other way around. Here you are!”

“I almost scowled. ‘But that was an accident. We don’t have the technology to transport this far.’”

“‘There is another reason. It is based upon the ethical boundaries we have set for ourselves.’”

“That sounded like poppycock. ‘Alright, I can respect your view.’”

“I then launched into questions with Spaest regarding technology, which had him responding for the better part of an hour. Spaest seemed to quench my intellectual thirst that Kagor couldn’t. However at one point in the conversation, Spaest turned the questioning back to me.”

“‘Chip, I can see you are very interested in the technological information that we have been discussing; however, is it not of interest that you ask me about my family or other personal issues?’”

“I was blunt. ‘I guess I haven’t asked you for two reasons: one, I don’t even know you, and two, I don’t feel comfortable getting into the touchy feely particulars.’”

“‘Thank you Chip, for your candor,’ said Spaest. ‘May I inquire if technology interests you more than other beings?’”

“‘In many ways it does. But before you continue in this line of thought, I just wanted to let you know that Kagor has already given me my Sunday school lesson for today, so can we stick to the Astrological conversation?’ It seemed we were veering into touchy feely. ‘Better yet, can we continue our discussion tomorrow? I believe I have enough data to pour over for awhile.’”

“‘Certainly Chip, I am sure you have had a busy day.’”

“I went back to my quarters, and began theorizing new concepts from the information I had gathered.”

Chip leaned in with a impish smile. “And you wouldn’t believe what I think the Vlanco’s could do for us.”

World of Good - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Welcome to Onos”

We were led to our temporary quarters, while the Vlancos prepared for our arrival on the main planet. They had accessed our computer files the second they used a magnetic tow rope on us, so they knew everything about our culture and technology. This gives them the edge over me. I’m nervous and wary.

I was told that the Vlancos inhabit this solar system with its three stars, 46 planets, and 135 moons. The planets are divided into two circular planes. Twenty three of the planets are on one side of the three suns and twenty three on the other side. Each group of planets rotate opposite each other, like if I twisted a cream filled cookie—the planets being the cookie and the cream filling the suns. There is one main planet in each group of twenty-three at the ‘cookie’s pivot point.’ This is where we were headed. All social and scientific information passes through this main planet. The planet is called Onos and its counterpart in the second group of twenty-three planets is called Donos.

The other crew members had drifted to other areas to occupy themselves while the Advisor briefed me on the Vlanco people. Tammy was given a small pill to help eliminate the cancerous virus that they detected as she came on board. She accepted it, reluctantly.

The advisor looked out toward the blue, white, and brown marbled planet Onos with a distant gaze. “Life in this system was believed to have started from Onos,”

We watched as the transport ship moved us away from the space station at a slow rate of speed, toward the planet.

He focused his attention back on me. “We have inhabited seven planets on each Pladis, Alex. Pladis is the term for each group of the twenty-three,” he said with a smile and a thoughtful look, which seemed to say, where do I begin, since you know nothing about our culture. “We have retrieved the information you so graciously allowed us to receive, and find that Earth is very similar to Onos.”

“I didn’t know we had a choice in giving you that information. But what is done is done. What about the other planets?” I asked. “Are they all the same?”

“The other planets outside Onos and Donos are less hospitable and require our people to either spend several years adapting to the environment or they wear apparel that allows them to sustain their life if they travel to other planetary bodies. Some Econos.” He paused and touched his hand to his head, closed his eyes, then continued. “You would call them business entrepreneurs. They have become very adept at adjusting to the differing environments.”

“Will we be able to investigate your solar system, um...do I just call you Advisor?” I said with a puzzled look.

“He laughed briefly. “Alex, no. Please call me Taron, and yes, you can visit as many planets or satellites as you would like. All knowledge will be freely given to you and your crew Alex, with the exception of one secret; which is for everyone's best interest, and is the prudent thing for the time. I will need to supply an escort for you and your crew for your own safety.” He paused, and added, “And maybe a view map so you do not get lost, it seems you have difficulty finding your path through the Galaxy without getting into difficulties.”

I held and squeezed my chin wondering if he was serious about me needing a map to travel through his solar system.

He blurted, “Alex, I am joking with you. Is this not a joke?”

“Yes it is. I guess I didn’t expect it. You people do seem very friendly.”

“Thank you, Alex. I think you will enjoy our presence, during your stay here.” He lightly slapped his hands on my shoulders.

The others were preoccupied with discussions of their own, with other Vlancos pointing to different view ports with other planets, or inspecting the holographic information area on the Vlanco culture. The Vlancos seemed very open with information. Maybe they felt compelled to reveal some of their own culture since they have all the data on us.

This debriefing area was an ideal place for us to exchange thoughts, and I believe our slow transport to Onos was so that we could make a smooth transition into their culture. As I was pondering our situation, Taron turned to address the group.

“Excuse me Earthians!” he called out over my shoulder to my crew. “I believe it is time to remove our masks.”

My gut flipped. Masks? What kind of horror might there be? Calm down, Alex. I barely had time to dwell on the idea when they started stripping off their facial disguise. It quickly became clear there were no big revelations. They looked human enough, but without hair. Their faces were very young—like that of a bald teenager or younger. Maybe they wore disguises so we would take them seriously. Taron was the only one who looked like he was in his thirties. It was actually refreshing to see them as young humans rather than some space monster.

Us ‘Earthians’ looked at each other and gave a ‘so what’ kind of shrug. What I found out later, was that they slowly mature to adulthood at midlife, and start the aging process after that.

As we continued our discussions, I questioned Taron about the Negritee. “Who are they? and Why did they attack us?”

“Alex, they are misguided, and they have made it their purpose to expand their empire without regard to other races and cultures. They most likely did not want to destroy your space vessel but rather extract all components for the growth and development of their technology and ultimately their empire.”

“I thought so,” I said, in agreement. Taron had a painful expression on his face, so I turned my attention to the amulet around his neck. “What are those symbols,” I said, pointing to the amulet.

“He looked down and held it out. “Oh yes, this is a Triclet.”

It was a circle with three segments: one with a holographic effect, one with a raised structure, and the last segment just an empty area. As he pointed to the holographic section an energy field seem to emerge. It pulsated with what seemed like static electricity.

“This first section is to honor knowledge, as it provides us the technology and scientific advances that help our people survive in this physical realm. This second section is to honor our physical surrounding, and that includes our bodies which house our inner self.”

“What’s this last one,” I asked pointing to the empty segment.

“That is to honor our spirituality. Here, touch it Alex.”

As I put my finger through the opening a very real peace seem to warm me up, like wearing warm shirt pulled out of the dryer on a cold evening. It was very soothing.

“Hmm, I like that one.”

“Alex, It is a reminder for us that although something may seem vacant, it does not mean it is empty…like our spiritual life.” He let out a sigh. I could tell something was on his mind. “The Negritee are intelligent and brave people, but are also cruel and selfish. This makes them very dangerous. While they have chosen a path of technology over inner peace, we believe they have lost balance in their lives. We believe there must be a balance between knowledge, the physical, and the inner host. This is why many of us wear this emblem. How do you believe, Alex?”

“I have always thought to be balanced in our life we must have a strong mind, body and soul. Is that the same thing, Taron?”

“Alex, I believe it is very much the same, but do you live it?” He didn’t wait for my reply. “I say this, because your ship’s database indicates your people seem to show inconsistencies in your faith and behavior...” He paused to think for a moment. “Much like our children, when they are very young.”

“I’m not completely sure what you mean, but I’m getting a good idea. And you may be right.” My voice trailed off as I contemplated his words.

I heard a scuffle in the corner. Dale was trying to operate the controls of an electronic game. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it, I—have—got—it. Cat caca! I lost it!”

He let out a painful groan and threw the control device across the room and staggered back to his seat. He yelled something about his own stupidity then battered both sides of his head with his fists. At first, the Vlanco people thought it was funny and started to laugh.

Dale looked up with fury. “What are you looking at Babyfaces!”

They were shocked to say the least. It was as if they had never seen someone angry. They stepped back and turned to one another as if in a conference meeting.

Dale looked at me. “What! I didn’t swear or anything—technically.”

Before I could respond, one of the Vlancos walked up to Dale and put his arm around him. “We are truly sorry for laughing. We did not realize your emotions were injured by playing that game.”

“Yea, well, its OK. Just don‘t try to get fresh with me,” Dale said, squirming out of the Vlanco‘s arm, nervously trying to lighten things up.

“Alex,” Taron whispered to me. “This is what I meant. Only a very young child would have behaved like that. It is very unusual for an adult to behave in such a manner, unless he has been mentally damaged.”

I was astonished. “Really? This was nothing. Your people must be incredibly disciplined.”

“It is not discipline as much as it is a desire to be close to our Creator.”

“Oh, yeah, the Creator,” I said, trying to sound like I understood. Was he talking about my God, or something else?

In any event, we finished the time with a great replica of an earth fish meal and got a good nights sleep. The next morning we awoke and learned more about the Vlanco people and their culture. Later in the afternoon the ship prepared for its decent to Onos. As we descended into the atmosphere, we gazed through the clouds, and I’m sure the rest of the crew was doing what I was doing...thinking about our families on Earth.

Carol hasn’t the slightest idea, what has and is happing to us right now. She was in stasis and would eventually be awakened when I was. She always hated going into stasis when I left, but it really was the best decision we could make. I know a lot of people take trips and communicate with each other long distant, but we have a real hard time being away from each other. Stasis really makes time fly by. In fact, that’s one of the pitfalls. It seems that whenever we were in stasis for a few years, technology and other events just about pass us by. Well now look at us now—25,000 light years away, with little hope of seeing our families again. I hoped the rest of my crew isn’t getting as depressed as I was.

As we entered the lower atmosphere, the ship moved toward a large city. The city, although large, was unassuming in that it had no huge metal structures, but rather differing colors and shapes and dwellings, with more of a biotechnological skin on their surface. The city seemed pleasing to the eye. I wondered how the people operated their society. What about their government, science, military, and just every day life, what could I learn from these people?

The ship had just landed, and Taron returned. “Alex, I very much like the term Human and Earth. The words are both related to one another as in humus or the ground, and to another word we prize highly—humility. I hope I have met your needs and will continue to inquire how you and your crew are doing.” He nodded to me, in a reverent gesture.

“Thank you Taron, you have been very gracious, but what about our future? What about our ship? What about...”

Taron cut me off with one raised hand. “Alex, everything has its time and place. It will all come together at the appropriate moment. We will make the necessary repairs on your ship while you are away. Our Advisors will assess your situation and provide escorts for each of you Earthians. If you have any questions or needs, they will attend to it.” He held out a handful of small round marble like objects. “Take these communication devices for you and your friends. Insert one into your ear and you would be able to understand any of the dialects on any of the planets in the solar system. Please enjoy yourself.”

“Ok, I said but there's one thing you should know before I go. It’s Earthling, not Earthian.”

I couldn’t believe I corrected someone to say Earthling. I left him giggling at his mistake as we were guided to a ground terminal. A large crowd had formed.

Vlancos of all types, young and old, black and white and green and blue and, well the whole rainbow. Not only were they bald, their skin tones had slight color as well. The blue Vlancos reminded me my cold nights on Europa, while the red ones looked embarrassed all the time, and those that had a green tint looked like they had swallowed one too many green apples. I guess the ones on the ship with our coloring were planted to reduce our shock. I wasn’t impressed. Many of the kids back home find the fashion in dyeing their skin with color. The people waved at us and crowded around. We followed our guides through the crowd and smiled politely. Two Vlancos came to greet us—one male and one female. I was told they were the Preeminents of the sector. They were a married couple that advised the community as a balanced male/female team. They quivered like kids in-line at the latest movie…just to address me and my crew.

“Welcome to Onos,” they said simultaneously.

They made sure they greeted each one of us with the customary, head nod and closing their hands around ours. We learned on the ship to close ours hands first, but I felt like a monk praying, whenever I did it.

“Thank you for allowing us to care for you. Please follow us,” said the male preeminent.

They took us and the hundreds of Vlancos behind us to a large open stadium like structure. It was completely glassed in, with various species of plants and water features on the sides. It was a grassy garden type forum area with rocks and other natural objects as seating. As we got to the center, the crowd dispersed into the greenery, but still in view of us. Before we were seated, the Preeminents, Hunta and his wife Kura, whispered to us.

“Alex, is it polite to converse with you and your friends for a while?”

I nodded yes and smiled, and they directed us where to sit down. Hunta looked around and addressed the people within the atrium stadium and also others in the solar system. The glassed sections of the roof transmitted our image and holographically produced in another area, so the viewers can have us three dimensionally in their living quarters. We haven’t quite developed this solid level of holography on Earth, but I’m sure Chip is going to download as much information on it as possible.

The interview was like the International News on Earth, but in a more relaxed format. Our conversation seemed natural and all about our life on Earth. They were very respectful of our time and afterwards, showed us to our living quarters so we could relax. But being a celebrity and novelty, I didn’t expect to rest much. I anticipated we would be scrutinized like bugs. I hoped my crew’s deep space training has prepared them for this.

When we woke next morning, we had a wonderful meal. Yes, it tasted like chicken. The crew slept well and was eagerly waiting for my decision on their assignments. I hadn’t the vaguest idea.

I threw out an option. “While the Vlanco government is assessing what to do with us, they suggested we take in the sights. Or as I like to call it, research.”

Tammy jumped up, “Really? This is completely awesome! This is going to be the most exciting research we have ever done. And being single and a-vail-a-ble I may just want to spend some time researching these Vlanco hunkos!” She ended her sentence with a sultry look and shook her brunette hair halfway over her face. She put her hand on her hip and swung it to the side with an exaggerated bump.

We all laughed, and Dale said, “Go for it, girl.”

Chip brought us back to focus. “Tammy is right, we have an opportunity of a lifetime here doing some personal research, which makes Epsilon Eridani look like the death star. I want to check out the science community.”

“Good idea, Chip. Let each of us gathering data from the area of our interest. How about it? Should we start gathering some data?”

“I want to evaluate the social behavior in this society,” piped in Shelby.

“And I want to evaluate the leisure facilities,” said Tammy,

“Me too,” said Dale.

“And I wouldn’t mind checking out the military technology,” said Tom.

I stood up and slapped my hands down on the table and smiled like an imp. “OK then, we will all go where our interests lie and check in by the end of the week, Earth time. Chip, you’ve got science—Tom, you’ve got military—Shelby, you can check on the sociological aspects—Dale and Tammy,” I raised a suspicious eyebrow.” Inspect he fun centers or whatever they do for fun. And I will be investigating the government. If you get in any trouble, just let your escort know so you can get in touch. I could see their excitement bubbling out, as Chip was preparing his itemized list of areas to examine, Tammy and Dale started swinging around like they were on a dance floor, and the others were discussing what and how they were going to make the most of the research.

“Oh yea, one last thing” I said, as everyone turned, waiting for final instructions. “Er, uh, have fun.” But that’s not what I wanted to say. I wanted to remind them we are thousands of light years away from Earth and the odds of getting back are very, very slim...if not impossible. But that was how I was feeling. It seemed more important to give them the opportunity to experience this culture without earthly concerns. The concerns that seemed only to affect me.

World of Good - Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

“...to be a hero...”

{Earth: Deep Space Central Command - 2098}

The young lieutenant stood at attention in front of his superior. “Should we notify the families of the missing personnel on Sojourner5, Colonel?”

An extinguished half smoked cigar lay in an ashtray. The Colonel leaned back in his chair and put a foot on the edge of his desk. He spoke with a raspy hoarse voice. “Reports indicate we have seven people dead on three ships, many in critical care, several missing—all from that idiotic disturbance in space. And you want me to contact the next of kin?”

“But it’s protocol, as stated in article six of the universal solar code, Sir.”

“Ha! Code books! Ya gotta love ‘em. The real fact is that it’s not prudent to contact family members who are in stasis. Their in a dream world and don’t need to know that their relatives are missing. Besides, the missing Deep Space personnel may not be dead. What ship did you say it was?”

“Um, let me see,” the lieutenant said, as he scanned his portable directory. He inserted it into 3D desk monitor. "It was the Sojourner5 and its six crew members.”

The monitor scanned for key events of each of the personnel‘s lives, then flashed a 3D photo of the personnel out from the monitor.

As the photos were displayed, the lieutenant read out a summary of the crew’s background. “Captain Alexander T. Livingston: 98, Married, 2 children, Top pilot—class of 2021, 30 years military battle experience, 15 years Top Gun training instructor, and 27 years of deep space research.”

The next photo appeared. “Co-pilot and navigator Thomas Dover: 62, Widower, twice, 4 children, lost all but one family member. Top gun instructor—25 years military battle experience. Received medal of honor from the Europa uprising, and a long list of heroic accomplishments.

Shelby Kind: 57, Married, one child. Husband, Tom Kind—Team Leader of Europa Astronomy Institute. PHD in Astrophysics. Employed by Boeing/AirChung Intergalactic in 2060. Enlisted to deep space research in 2070.

Bioengineer Christopher Davis: 45 Divorced, no children. PHD from MIT II in 2080,

Designed and produced the ‘Davis Chip’ in 2090, revolutionizing download connections between computer memory and human memory. Sent to prison in 2092 for passing technical information to rebel groups during the Europan uprising. Enlistment to deep space research in 2094.

Structural Engineer Dale Tinker: 32, Single, Employed by Boeing/AirChung Intergalactic in 2080. Enlistment to deep space research in 2090.

Foreign Body Specialist Tammy Dart: 34, Single. Masters in Phylum Biology at Stanford 2089.

Enlisted in Mars expedition as Exobiological advisor in 2090, Enlisted in deep space research in 2095.’

The lieutenant shut off the images. “That’s a summary, Colonel. Would you like more detailed information?”

“No, that‘s enough,” the colonel said, with a raspy voice, “Set up a meeting with the Deep Space staff, so we can determine the next course to take.”

“Yes sir,” said the lieutenant.

After the lieutenant exited the door, the colonel gazed at the monitor, deep in thought. “Where are you, Sojourner5?”

***

Later that day, the staff met to discuss options for continuing the deep space research project. As Colonel Hastings entered the meeting room the Lieutenant ran up behind him.

“Colonel!” he whispered loudly.

He swung around to face the approaching officer. “What is it, Lieutenant?”

“General Marge Tobias won’t be able to make it, because her son was one of the injured personnel in the Discharge. She is on her way to see him at the mobile Deep Space Hospital, outside Pluto. However, General Philip Keagan, Major Pete Larson, Professor Yushi Sanyo, and Dr. Kinta Mobabi, will be here.”

“Sorry to hear about her son. He’s a good man. Thanks, Lieutenant. Stand by. I may need you.”

“Yes sir.” He backed up to the wall to be discrete.

Colonel Hastings entered the room and greeted the rest of the staff members. After introductions and pleasantries they took their seats to listen to the colonel. “Men, General Tobias can’t make it to the meeting due to an personal emergency. But due to the situation and the Interspatial News stories that will be haunting us shortly, we need to come up with some options quickly. My first and biggest concern is to save the lives of those injured and lost, and second concern is to evaluate whether or not to continue the deep space project. It has cost us trillions of dollars to get outpost communities on Europa, not to mention the deep space program to investigate the nearest star systems. And now, with of all our deep space vessels returning home, with the exception of one which is missing, the opportunity to possibly colonize Alpha Centauri and the others is being jeopardized.”

There was a pregnant pause until Professor Sanyo spoke up. “I believe there are much costs to consider—human and financial. One thing I am interested in is the How and What. How did this Discharge happen, and what was it? I suggest we continue to investigate the data on what it was that crippled our people and yet left the equipment and ships in tact. If we do not know what we are up against, we can not know how to respond to it appropriately in the future.”

General Keagan stood up and pounded his fist on the table, startling the others. “Good God men! This albatross has been hanging around my neck for ten years and it hasn’t paid us one dividend! The mining expeditions have come up virtually empty, my own country has been on my back, day-one, for investing our resources with the colonies when there are more pressing concerns at home. The E-News is going to rake us over the coals due to injured personnel who were conducting operations in a risky scheme to colonize the galaxy. I say we dump the whole intercontinental program and go with the drones. They’re cheaper and less susceptible to environmental conditions. We can still do our research, but without the danger to human life.” There was another pause as the General straightened his uniform and sat down.

The Colonel spoke his low course way. “Dr. Mobabi, do you have an opinion?”

The African professor of astrophysics, sat with his hands folded in his lap, quietly contemplating his next words. “Too me, it is a necessary condition that we continue the program—whether it be with the manned or unmanned space vehicles. I hate to sound selfish, but the overpopulation of my people and the lack of food supplies is directly correlated to the land and the resources available. Thus, there is no question, we must pursue colonization of other worlds. The methods are irrelevant...regardless of popular opinion to have manned vehicles.”

“Major, what do you think?”

Major Larson was deep in thought. “I understand the cost dilemma of this program countered by the popular excitement to send humans out into space. And yet all has gone awry. But this may be an excellent opportunity for research, which may be beneficial in the long run. Investigating teams are still analyzing information on this so-called Disturbance and have nothing to show for it. Therefore, my suggestion is this: I take the experimental Wayfarer1 and explore the phenomenon. This would allow me to test the newer Hydrogen Photoionic Gravimetric engineering design, or as you know it the HPG. If I had two good crew members along with me, I know I could get to the neighboring systems within a couple months. I could then continuously relay information back to Earth, which in the case of another disaster would allow you to have full information on the phenomena...even if I don’t make it back. In all, this would provide the deep space program proactive solutions for future flights.

After the major spoke, the Colonel squinted at the major over his nose. “I really don’t want to lose another good man to this Disturbance, but I like the idea that this could help the public feel like we are doing something, without spending a lot more funds than we already have.” He paused. “The Wayfarer does need a good long test run.”

“What if the Wayfarer has problems?” complained the general. “You know the navigational problems haven’t been eliminated. I don‘t want to have to plead with the Continents for additional resource expenditures, let alone have to reassure the spouses of this new team.”

Major Larson addressed the general calmly. “Sir. I’ve already had two test flights and they went very well. The ship starts slow, but picks up speed exponentially and rides smoothly. At the very least, it will give the public something to hope for. I’m single and I will enlist a crew that has no ties, so you don‘t have to concern yourself with spouses. When General Tobias returns, she will add to the information from those that experienced the Disturbance. This is a good first step.”

“Hmmm, if there is a next one,” said the Colonel, drumming the table with his fingers.

The major persisted. “Who knows, I may get lucky and find the Sojourner5 and find out what caused the disturbance.”

The colonel stood up and set both hands on the table. “Doubtful, Major. Nevertheless, we need to respond promptly, and the major’s idea sounds like the only stop-gap measure we have. What do you think men?”

All staff members agreed. Major Larson walked out of the meeting with a proud smile. He immediately punched in calls on his wrist-phone to his prospective crew candidates.

Three days later, Major Larson and his two crew members were ready to depart. The Wayfarer1 was docked at the intercontinentally owned space station. The older international space station was still used for connections between passenger craft to mars or lower orbits, but ICSS2, with its large docking and research facilities, allowed deep space projects to be conducted without commercial interference.

The Wayfarer1 was a slim, glistening, craft that has been tested with the sole purpose of deep space voyages. The Hydrogen Photoionic system was developed to achieve near light speed. But the Gravimetric system was coupled with it to achieve a leap beyond the Light Barrier. The Ship’s propulsion moves it toward light speed and then, since light is bent from masses like planets, cheats the bent space by finding a short-cut by adjusting the magnetic flux of the ship to pull or repel itself to any mass that is in the universes—much like the poles of a magnet to draw a metallic object.

Scientists have speculated that moving into this unknown speed will cause the ship to either break-up or move the ship into a different space-time continuum. Two previous tests with the Gravimetric system engaged, proved positive. However, these were only completed in five-second intervals. While no apparent complications were noted, very little data has been accumulated for analysis. The Major’s biggest challenge was controlling the ship after it passes light speed. If there is one tiny miscalculation, it could have the potential of either hitting an unforeseen object or worse. Saying it’s a risky, premature, venture, is putting it lightly…but that’s what test pilots like Major Larson live for.

Major Larson and his crew made the final checks on all operating systems and settled into their take-off positions. With the crew in their seats, the countdown began.

Over the speaker the last words the crew heard were: “Four—Three—Two—One—initiate launch.”

Slowly and methodically the ship moved off the docking bay toward the Epsilon system, with its blue particle beam trailing behind. While the most recent Antimatter propulsion ships have achieved two thirds of the speed of light straight out of the docking bay, the HPG displacement initiates a paltry 100mph at launch. The Wafarer1 is expected to double its speed every hour, for the next 24-30 hours, ultimately hitting an unknown diminishing yield. This ship is not only sustained by an experimental propulsion system, but by the hope and the future of deep space exploration.

***

Meanwhile, at the other side of the galaxy, the Negritee High council’s 2^nd and 3^rd premier were discussing strategy from the recent loss of their ship.

“Those Vlancos have interfered once to often into our affairs!” shouted the 2^nd premier. “We had a simple agreement of non interference on one another's space interactions, and they have violated it! I will capture the High Onos Advisor and urinate in his face, for assisting those aliens!”

As the premier pounded his fists of the table, the 3^rd premier cautioned him. “Excellency, before we extinguish our anger on the Vlancos, we must decide what retaliatory action should take place.” He bowed his head.

The 2^nd premier looked at him with dormant fury. “Why have you stopped me from enjoying my anger? If I want to be angry with the Vlancos, let, me, be! You shan’t worry where I waste my anger!” he shouted back, face red, veins expanding.

The 3^rd premier kept his head bowed, so as to show his submission, all the while with glorious thoughts of dismembering his Excellency, in a continuing sequence of steps to power. He had wittingly, and by chance, risen to power, using any means possible was not about to engage in primitive fear tactics.

Intellect, strength, and power are the mantras that feed the Negritee. They subdue the weaker species and control by fear. Slavery is a popular life style, but it only lasts as long as the life of the slave owner or slave retaliation. The people of the Negritee system allow pleasure in all forms to be experienced grandly. In their minds, there is no good or evil there is just power and pleasure.

It’s simple really. The current rules are based upon the 1^st premier’s decision. Once the 2^nd premier obtains that positions, his rules are immediately the law of the land. The premier status is only held by fifty Negritee, usually by becoming ruler of a planet or group of moons, or both. Status below premier is based on the military ranking system. As the Negritee gain dominion over more land, they have more ruling power. This is one reason conquest is so important. As a premier’s property increases so does his status with the Fifty. Unfortunately, for the 22^nd premier, he was on the vessel that attacked the Earth ship and eventually captured by the Vlancos. The 23^rd premier will move into his new position unless the missing premier can make his claim within six months of his capture. Each premier, in essence, has his own military power, but when the Negritee see a personal gain, they reluctantly band together with a total compliment for a mighty show of strength. Obviously the 1^st premier wields the greatest power, and provides many incentives for his troops to support him.

“Excellency,” Disguman said, “if it were not for the Latent Energy device I provided you, you would not be in the position you are in at this time. I realized you granted me 3^rd premier, but don‘t underestimate my resourcefulness.”

The 2^nd premier sat back, with a hard gaze on him. “I know your place, Disguman, and I appreciate your cleaver mind, but remember you are no longer 4^th premier, so do not dare to underestimate me. Continue,” he said, waving a pompous hand, eyes fixed with a deadly stare.

“Excellency, I propose that we send word to our emissaries in the outlying area of the Vlanco system. Let them know we must find a weakness which will enable us to penetrate their defenses and once and for all dominate them.”

“I do not understand how you think we could infiltrate the Vlanco system, even with one individual, even one can be marked in less than the time it takes me to do this,” he said, as he smashed a large insect, which oozed under the foot of the 2^nd premier, a smile creeping up his lip.

“That is true, Excellency, which is why we need to enlist the help of the aliens. If we can make contact with them, we may be able to persuade them, for the right price, to help us.”

“How do you expect to contact these aliens, Disguman?”

“Excellency; the moment always presents itself, and when it does we must react promptly. But it is imperative I rely on the highest quality individuals at my command. My favorite approach is flattery and bribery. Therefore, if the aliens have even a little motivation for self pleasure, I guarantee we will have an ally inside.”

“Very sound tactic. Let me know when your emissary has made contact with the aliens. In the mean time, I will realign the Carpusian’s Armada for the Vlanco system. They are only two months from there. The reserve fleets will follow suite. Do you have the Latent Energy Device?

“Yes 2^nd Premier.”

“Excellent, this could be the opportunity to subdue the Vlanco people. Tell the other fourty-seven of our plans, while I get confirmation from 1st premier.” He squinted at Disguman, “I believe you have two months to be a hero...or a slave! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Yes Excellency,” Disguman said. He bowed and turned to leave.

Laughter trailed off behind Disguman, as he strode briskly to the communication center.

World of Good Chapter 1

This is the first installment of many chapters in a sci-fi book I resurrected from storage. My intention is to post one chapter every week. It's a fun story about a space research crew who are displaced from our solar system by an unusual phenomena. Thrown into unknown territory, survival isn't as vital as their chance at getting home. Enjoy!

[Left image] Top view of Milky Way Galaxy. Small dot is Sun; Crossed dot with blue circle is M13 in the Hercules Constellation. [Right image] Side view of Milky Way.

Chapter 1

“Where...are we?”

I guess the Vlancos would say that I was out of balance in my life. They’re perfect—I’m not. I stood in the middle of the living room, stunned and confused over what started as a simple conversation with my wife that turned sour.

Long trips were expected. It was just a part of space travel and Carol was well aware of this. So, when she found out it was going to be another several years, it didn’t go over well. I didn’t know whether to feel anger or disappointment. My love for her is like two sides of a coin. On one side it is passionate and strong, on the other side, frustrating bewilderment. My normal response was to leave the room before things got worse. But a voice inside me said that I can’t solve my problems by running away. I think it’s what my dad would have said, and he would be right.

Unlike so many other failed marriages around me, mine means something to me. Like my work, failure is not in my vocabulary. But how could we settle our argument so we both win? It would be easy for me to use facts to justify my position, which after awhile I'm sure I would start believing myself. Or I could give in to Carol, which would only give her the incentive to be defiant in future arguments. To break down the wall between us it must be a win/win solution. Impatient as I am, and someone who hates conflict, means it had to start with me.

"Carol," I say, hopeful of approval. "I'm sorry if I have upset you in any way." Her eyes dropped. "I really, honestly, love you..." She stares at the ground. "…so, so very much. I would like to let you have your way. But I don't know if it would be good for our relationship if I just, gave in to everything you ask."

Her eyes gaze intently at the ugly orange floor covering, she has repeatedly reminded me of, which further illuminates the frustration on her face. As I stood waiting for a response, my mind starts to wander. She is so emotional, and yet, I married her for that reason. Its been said that people marry another who compliments their inadequacies; it really seems true... not because people necessarily use the other as a crutch to take control of an area they themselves can't handle, but I think it gives people the opportunity to help each other develop and strengthen each others weaknesses.

Finally, out of the loud silence, in the stand-off of our power struggle, Carol spoke up.

"Sometimes you make me soooo mad!" she shot out, abruptly. Her face red, muscles tense, a glare that would kill any insect crawling by.

Carol had a strict, traditional upbringing from a sturdy, insensitive, old style Russian father. She cowered from him, but now tends to reject male authority figures--like me. For my own good, I had to remember to keep us on equal footing. Why is it so difficult to apologize? Are we so fixed and independent that we can’t give in? How did we marry in the first place? At the moment, none of these answers will make a bit a difference to our confrontation.

I paused to see if she wanted to vent more, but she just stood there…starring at the floor, slowly blinking.

Something came out of my mouth before I realized it. “Carol, would it mean anything to you if I told you I plan on making this my last mission? What did I just say to her! I can’t believe I just said that. I really loved this job!

Immediately her muscles soften, and I could sense the tension in the room leave. This was a tough decision to make, but I knew when the words slipped from my mouth and she looked up at me and with an emotion of relief that made my heart skip, it was the right one.

She carefully, slowly and reluctantly walked toward me and gave me an intimate hug. We stood there, rocking like we were slow dancing. I was so thankful we were close again that I only half heard her speak of how she loved me because I allow her to express herself and that she takes her frustrations out on me when she means them to direct them toward her father.

The solution really was a simple and obvious one. So why hadn‘t I thought of it before. Actually, I know why—I’m stubborn and I didn’t like the answer. Sometimes I just make things difficult for myself. If I would just humble myself and give in a little, instead of trying to be equal all the time. But was this a flash of inspiration from something I just happened to overlook? Or was it from a greater untapped intelligence within or beyond me?

Something good was taking place between us, and the wall between us was removed. It brought us closer to one another; maybe even toward a great relationship, or even a perfect one. Yes a perfect one. Should I laugh and slough it off when I think of the idea of achieving perfection? I just experienced it with Carol, when we made peace. Isn’t that a perfect moment between us? So why don’t we do it all the time? We really should, and I know of people who can do it.

About a year ago I saw something that only a few people on Earth have ever had the opportunity to observe. It was the chance of a lifetime; to experience a culture where perfection is commonplace, and society was balanced. It seemed that the more they achieved high ethical standards, the less wickedness prevailed. However, there was always a sacrifice in some way. Many times risking something, or someone, to achieve it. We on Earth would say that they sacrificed their individuality, but I’m not sure. The whole ordeal still hasn’t quite sunk in yet, but I do know that the visible world and our five senses are only a shell of who we are. That we are connected to an inner, extremely precious, rarely ventured, unseen, but very real force. It made such an impact on me I had to write this down.

***

It was almost a year ago to the day when I was with a crew of five people on a research vessel, called the Sojourner5, headed toward the Epsilon Eridani system about ten light years away. We were assigned to investigate potential life supporting planets that Earth might be able to colonize in the future. There were three other vessels: one destined for the Alpha Centauri system, one for Sirius, and one for Wolf359. Even though we were traveling at near light speed, it would take us several years to make it to our destinations. Therefore, we had to go into a suspended state, not only to conserve our food supply, but also to reduce the boredom of space. We had traveled about three light years from Earth when the trouble began. We woke from our sleep and expected the Epsilon system to be staring at us. Not so.

I felt a little dizzy from upon waking and checked on the others to see if stasis reversal had any side affects on the crew. “Chip,” I called into my wristcom, “could you get a blood analysis of everyone for proper stasis reversal.”

“Affirmative,” a groggy voice replied. I assumed it was Chip.

As I scanned the planetary imager, I was puzzled at the layout, examined a few directions on the imager, only to be thoroughly baffled. I rechecked the readings and held my head.

“Computer! Where in God’s black universe are we?”

I usually call him by the informal name Bill, but I tend to get official when I’m alarmed. A warm, but a firm male voice stated, in a matter-of-fact kind of way,

“Sojourner5 is in the Hercules Cluster, near M13 at NGC #6205.”

“What? M13? That’s…that’s 25,000 light years away from Earth, on the other side of the Milky Way. It can’t be.”

The crew slowly returned to the bridge to find out the plan of the day (POD).

“Check your analysis again.”

Chip was ahead of the others. “Are we in Epsilon, yet?”

I rubbed my aching head. “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

The computer spoke calmly. “There is no error, Alex. Sojourner5 is in the Hercules Cluster, nearest to M13 at NGC #6205.”

I took a deep breath. “There has to be an error in your program—it’s impossible for us to be 25k away.”

“All programs are functioning normal, Alex.”

I had no answers. “Fine. What’s your best guess on what happened, Bill?”

“An unknown high energy plasma disruption occurred while you were in stasis. It is highly probable that the event correlates with the Sojourner5’s new position in the galaxy. It was imperative that I accomplish multifunctional operations to keep the crew’s DNA within tolerances and therefore was not able to perform an analysis of the event as it occurred. However, if you can give me a few moments, I will access the information and provide an evaluation for you.”

My copilot, Tom sat down in the chair next to me. “Wormhole of some sort?”

“I don’t know, Tom. Thanks, Bill, go for it.” I stood up to greet my dizzy crew, took one step and my knees buckled. Tammy lunged to catch me.

Chip stood with his hands on his hips. “Yep, that’s what happened to the rest of us too. I thought it was a computer malfunction, but it looks like...” His eyes widened and looked past me. “Like, maybe were in trouble?”

“I know Chip, were halfway across the Galaxy,” I stated condescendingly.

“No,” said Chip backing up a bit. “I mean trouble, like that ship closing in on us.”

“And our red warning lights don’t mean the hookers have arrived,” said Dale, throwing out his usual humor.

As I turned around, the imager blinked red on a space vessel speeding toward us. The imager was scanning the armament on the other ship as it was preparing to fire. Before I had a chance to make any alterations to the controls, the computer went into a defensive/avoidance maneuver. Our cloaking apparatus, along with decoy deployment, was released, and full speed propulsion was automatically initiated. We were all sent flying to the bulkhead. I caught a glimpse of weapons fire and felt an ulcer coming on. The imager indicated that the alien ship deflected our shots and began a methodical sweep pattern to analyze and destroy our decoys one at a time.

The Sojourner 5 slowed down and nestled itself into a nearby asteroid group. We picked ourselves up off the deck and took our battle stations. Tom, Dale, and myself had seen military action. The others were wide-eyed and obviously on the verge of panic.

I scramble up to my seat. “Hang in their guys, everything will be okay.”

Everyone took to their emergency stations. It was imperative they remember the procedures to conduct necessary tasks to thwart off the attack. Although, we had shelter in the asteroid group, I knew that was only a temporary solution.

One by one the Alien ship destroyed all the decoys, then began making a wider sweep. As it neared the asteroid belt, I prayed our holographic asteroid mask, around the ship, would last. “Bill, what are the odds of us going one on one with the alien ship?”

“Limited info on weapons systems. 50/50. Run and hide is safest.”

I loved it when Bill abbreviated his sentences in crisis situation. “Thanks Bill, but the decoys won’t fool ‘em twice.”

I initiated the voice translator with the other ship and sent out the interplanetary peace message. They ignored the message and redirected their course straight toward us. I had given away our position and now had to do battle.

I called out tactical maneuver. “Bill, F101Delta!”

The Forward force field energized and we sped directly into the path of the alien ship. The goal was to take a hit and veer to the weak side of the ship, fire at the propulsion system as we pass by, taking us toward a safe harbor at near light speed. The alien ship fired as expected and was deflected by our shield as hoped. Our weapons either missed them or had no effect. We moved away at an erratic pattern with rear camouflage protection and lost them—for the moment.

In wait, I bit my lower lip and stared at the imager. We continued at maximum speed. In most cases, when the adversary is unknown, it is better to run than fight. The attacking alien ship appeared on the imager, slowly gaining from behind us. Bill analyzed the approach and took in suggestions from the rest of the crew. Why didn’t the alien ship answer our signal for communication? Why fire upon us in the first place? What did they want?

The safe harbor I was looking for could have meant a vacant planet or even a dusty comet…I wasn’t particular. I would do what ever it took for us to survive. It was surprisingly quiet on the ship. Everyone did their jobs plugging in information for the computer to evaluate. Finally, Bill responded.

“Alex, Starboard, 12degrees, M class planet, large humanoid population, advanced technology. Send signal? Engine speed is at 100%.”

I had no time to assess options. “Do it, Bill…and I want 110%!”

The alien ship closed fast on our position. Our vessel shook as we sped to the upper threshold velocity. Unpredictably, the secondary imager on the consol was initiated.

A response from an unknown source came from the consol. “Please direct your ship to course heading to 016.2 starboard in seven seconds.” The voice was calm yet deliberate.

“They speak English?” I said to no one in particular.

Tom sat in the copilot seat next to me, punching in data and uploading it to Bill. He stopped and stared at me. “What do you think?” he asked in a loud whisper as the seconds ticked by.

I looked at the attacking ship closing in, then at Tom. “What do you think?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. But my gut says they’ve got to be more humane than our trigger happy buddies.”

I didn’t really have time to discuss whether they were friend or foe, but like Tom, I figured it was our only option at the moment. At seven seconds, I set the course and found myself heading into a series of small uninhabitable planetoids on each side. By the time we entered the planetary bodies, the attacking ship closed in behind us. It fired on us and in that one shot destroyed aft shield failed. The ship began listing and veering off course.

Dale piped in. “The NavPro CPU’s been hit. Um, sorry Alex, I can’t fix it right now, I‘m kind a busy?”

The physical damage to the aft plating was minimal, however, a surge blasted into the computer control access grid. No further shots were initiated from the attacking vessel. My momentary theory was that it/they/whatever didn’t have intentions of destroying us but rather capture us.

“Bill! Get us anywhere but here!”

“Directional and speed control are disabled, Alex. Possible collision with planetoids is highly likely.”

“Great!” I pounded on the control panel, “We’re powerfully blind!”

Just as I was going to ask Bill for options, both imagers came on—audio only. Imaging may have been block from their end, but they spoke in American English.

From the secondary Imager, the attackers blurted out in a harsh, demanding tone. “You will be exterminated if you try to defend yourself! Surrender now!”

The primary imager’s audio initiated, and a tranquil voice spoke up. “Please stay calm, we will be with you shortly.”

Before I had a chance to answer either the attacker or the ‘ally,’ three small sleek vessels had placed themselves between us and the attacking ship. Then, like being in the middle of a family feud, the two alien groups were chattering back and forth, in a language Bill was in process of deciphering.

“Come on Bill, what are they saying!”

“One moment, Alex.”

By the time the computer finished analyzing the language, the discussion ended with some very real anger vented from our attackers to our new associate. The attacker sent a blast of weaponry, of which I have never seen before, to all three of the vessels. It was a huge, powerful blast of energy, which disintegrated the vessels immediately. We were stunned by our new allies’ obliteration. As we stared in disbelief at the force and power and destruction the blast made, four other larger spherical shaped vessels in a three dimensional triangulated format closing in on the aft side of the attacking alien ship. Before the attackers could respond, another sphere type of ship moved in front of us. They immediately energized some kind of polarizing field and effortlessly carried the attacking vessel to one of the nearby planets, like a seed inside a glass box. Bill was now translating a lot of yelling and cursing by the attackers, but foreign swearing meant nothing to us.

The person who told us to wait and be calm, came back on the screen, and again in a tranquil voice explained their intentions.

“Please, follow the green guide ship that is on your bow. Do not be alarmed, we will take good care of you.”

Did we really have a choice? They were towing us with and magnetic tow rope, and our propulsion was out. We were towed to a space station outside a large planet for repairs. The crew had gathered around the imagers behind Tom and I.

“Me and Dale just about peed in our pants!” Tammy piped in.

“It’s Dale and I,” corrected Chip.

“Either way, I peed my pants,” said Tammy.

My crew was one of the best. Tom Dover is the luckiest guy I know. We had been in some pretty hairy military situations in the past. There were times I shouldn’t have made it out alive but thanks to him.

There’s my navigator Shelby Kind, she could find her way anywhere anytime. She’s the onboard Chaplin. She’s sensitive, inquiring, and committed to her faith.

Then there’s my Bioengineer, Chip Davis, who (like most engineers) has tunnel vision when it comes to his projects. But if there is a need to patch up humans, plants or machines, he’s top notch.

My Structural Engineer, Dale Tinker is a hard guy to get to know…always uses one-liners. However, he could find his way around the ship blindfolded. Whether its propulsion, maintenance, or even armament, he’s one expert we can’t live without.

The last of my crew is Tammy Dart. She is the funniest, yet dramatic person I know. Appropriately titled a Foreign Body Specialist. That title fits well, since she examines life forms of all types and knows how to contain and deal with what ever comes our way.

I’m Captain Alexander T. Livingston. I am my Dad’s son in a long line of interplanetary pilots, but in many ways I also am the parent of the ship. I resolve disagreements, encourage good work, and guide the emotional environment of the ship.

Oh and I almost forgot, Bill. I know he is only a computer, but his voice was so similar to an instructor I had in basic training we couldn’t help but name the computer after him.

As the ship decended to the alien platform, my crew continued to chatter like chickens--surprise, fear, intrigue, relief. In the midst of our discussion, our ship landed with a dull thud in the docking bay and the imager awoke with a greeting from our rescuers.

“Welcome to the Vlanco star system, the environmental conditions is stable, and completely safe. You may open your exit access panel.”

I nervously obeyed. When the hatch opened, we saw about a hundred normal looking people in pale-green jump suits waiting for us. As we walked down off the ramp, they shook our hands and patted us on the back. They even dressed like us. I almost felt like I was home on Earth. It was really weird.

Just beyond the walkway a person in white waited to greet us. He had a smile on his face and his hand extended, ready to shake mine. As I shook his hand, he said,

“I am the Advisor. We are honored we were able to save your crew, please come and join me.”

He led us through a narrow passage. This really was strange. For a moment I thought I was in a deep, realistic, stasis dream. We passed through an archway that had a beam of light shining across the top of the opening and sliding down to the bottom, as we entered the main passageway. I found out later it was a screening device to detect any potentially dangerous viruses or diseases we might have brought. As we entered the Advisors room, he sat us down, asked us if we needed refreshments, and sat quietly for a moment to gaze at all of us.

“Could you explain what just happened out there?” I asked pointing a nervous hand toward outer space. “Who was attacking us? And why? And who are you people?”

“All in due time, Alex” the Advisor said, raising his hands, like he was surrendering, “all in due time. The first thing I must say is that you are safe here, and that we have no intention of deceiving you with our imprecise appearance.”

I looked at the rest of the crew, and they looked at me with a frown and a shrug. I sheepishly looked back at him with one raised eyebrow.

“Okay.... I’m afraid I don’t understand. You look just fine. Deception?” I waited for the rest of the information from him.

“We are similar to you, but decided to be careful and conceal our true appearance, to make you feel more comfortable. We already know some basic information about you and your crew from our data retrieval stream when we towed your ship, and understand you are a suspicious people.”

I did wonder how he knew my name, but was more amazed at the fact that we had just gone through hell with some madmen in space and yet they stood there smiling pleasantly.

“Thank you for your help and your concern for us,” I said. “Forget about the social graces. What about the ships you just lost? You must of had some people in them. Doesn’t that disturb you?!”

He looked at me calmly and said, “Yes it does, and we lost 36 lives, to be exact.” His eyes closed for a couple seconds. After a brief pause, he took a deep breath. “We did not have time to launch the stronger defensive vessels. However, sacrifice for others is always a greater reward than survival of oneself, would you not agree, Alex?

“Well...I, I guess so, but--man!” I looked back at my crew, and thought about how I’d feel if they were exterminated in a blink of an eye. As I turned to him with a pained face, I heard myself say, “But, you seem to take it too well.”

“The joy of knowing we did the right thing is a puzzling behavior for you, Alex?”

“No, um--well, yes, it is, because if I lost 36 friends of mine, I couldn’t just shrug off my emotions.” I studied the Advisors reaction, unsure of really what to say next. Who knows, maybe these people don’t have emotions. But I do know I wouldn’t have been able to sacrifice my life for some unknown aliens.

The Advisor also studied me a moment and then said, “Well Alex, it seems that we have a lot to talk about. Please, let my friends’ show you your living accommodations and we can discuss what we should do with you and your crew, now that we have you.”

He patted me on the back, dismissed my comment for the moment, and off we went. I just couldn’t get over how... how nice he was.