Parallel Missions
Larry
L. Sydow
Part One – The Plan Takes Shape
“I perceive an escalating problem,
my Lord,” the Helpmate said. “It appears
to be like the first infection with which we were forced to intervene.”
The
Helpmate and the Creator hovered over multiple holographic images of multiple
parallel universes. Their attention was
drawn to a “hot spot” in an insignificant galaxy, often overlooked. Together, they had labored six ages of time,
as they reckoned time, like loving parents nurturing their young.
“It
has been causing us anguish,” Creator replied.
“All creatures in all worlds are our creatures. Sadly, the infection has caused some to turn
away and become something other than what we created them to be.”
Helpmate added, “It appears the
first infection has only gotten worse.
Our interventions, as painful and costly as they were, provided only
temporary relief.”
“We
have seen some progress, but our patience is running thin.”
“What
shall we do?” Helpmate mourned, “There are no infection-free worlds. All have fallen short of our intentions. Our infusion of interplanetary genetics
brought some improvement, but only temporarily.”
Creator
added, “That was so promising. I still
think giving them independence of will was a foolish move.”
“You
know,” Helpmate insisted, “I totally disagree, and You said so Yourself! What
would we do with worlds and universes full of automatons that are basically
mindless?”
“I
know,” Creator agreed. “The Anunnaki
tried that for selfish purposes and we had to do a cleansing wash that still
has me weeping when I remember. There
has to be a better way.”
“There
was!” Offspring agreed. “But even I was
rejected by those with power to make the necessary changes! And we weep in unison
in remembrance of our suffering, but we also celebrate the new beginning.”
“I
still think there has to be a better way,” Helpmate insisted, “… another way.”
“There
is!” Creator declared. “We will find
it!”
Offspring
agreed, “We will! I know we will.”
“Where
do we start?” asked Helpmate.
As
One, they embraced and merged their thoughts for what may have seemed to an
observer, had there been one, to have lasted an eternity. When they refrained from embracing, they smiled, a new light appeared to engulf them,
and a glorious choir of the most amazing symphonic voices greeted a new day. They knew what they would do.
“There
is that planet they call Earth,” Creator said, pointing to it. “We’ve always
had a special thing for Earth and all of its parallels. Let’s begin there … again.”
“I
agree,” Offspring sang in harmony with the symphonic voices, “but to do that,
we need to find the best parallel for incubating our plans for renewal.”
They
observed dozens of Earth parallels before settling on one with the most
potential for bringing about the needed changes, without resorting to total
destruction and annihilation. What drew
them to this parallel, was a small child with a heart and a spirit full of
potential.
“He
reminds me of our Offspring at that age,” Helpmate said. “He is full of hope and promise ... and just
enough mischief to keep him from being dull.”
“Mischief?”
Offspring asked with a quirky little smile? “Are you saying I was mischievious
when I was that age?”
“Do
cherry trees, water jars, and water walks remind you of anything?”
“Oh,
yes, I suppose I had a little fun with those things.”
Creator
said, “Do we want to subject this child to the horrors Offspring endured for
that world?”
“Why
not encourage a spreading of the responsibility,” Offspring suggested, “and
thus, the sharing of the suffering, so he doesn’t have to endure it alone. We will never leave him without our support
and the help of others.”
Helpmate
pointed out, “It will be an ongoing challenge for us.”
Creator
agreed, “He follows well in the big footprints of his own father, who has been
guiding him well. As long as he
continues to rely on our guidance to increase his wisdom, I believe he will do
fine.”
“This
world is centuries ahead of the Earth parallel,” Helpmate noted. “Our Universal Law of Non-interference may
inhibit the work that needs to be done.”
Creator
said, “Agreed, but part of the infection has already caused a breaking of the
Law in some places. If the child uses
the wisdom we believe he possesses, those he sends will be able to work within
that Law without violating it.”
“There
are many in many worlds who listen to us,” Offspring insisted. “But the child’s father seems to be the most
open at this time. We can begin with by
planting the seeds with him and the boy’s mother.”
Helpmate
chimed, “Agreed! We have a good new
beginning. So, the journey begins again.”
Creator
and Offspring sang in unison in deep resonant voices, “The journey begins again!”
Part Two – The Seeds are Sown
Creator
gave full attention to the Parallel where Qualto is the common native language. Some, therefore, referred to this Parallel by
the language name, “Qualto”. It was technologically
and scientifically several centuries ahead of Earth, but its inhabitants were
most in tune with those of Earth, of all parallels and all planets. Dadelos Gompton, the father of the child on
whom their attention was focused, was the most open of all beings to Creator’s
voice.
The
Dadelos awoke early with an idea that just would not dissipate. The scientists of Parallel had reported to the
Advisory Council on which he sat, that they had discovered a method of
traveling to the Earth Parallel and back.
They had studied earth history and learned that certain events on Earth
over the centuries had adversely impacted the history of Parallel’s past, which
in turn caused problems in the present and presumably would cause more in its
future. The mantra of some of these
scientists was becoming louder and more insistent: “As on Earth, so in Qualto. As in Qualto, so
throughout creation.”
Events
in the Qualto Parallel were reaching catastrophic levels which, if the course
of events was not changed, could bring about the total annihilation of this and
several other parallels. There were two
schools of thought. Both groups were
adamant, and some individuals were even violently insistent that their way was
the only way.
One
group, the AHI (the Adherents to Historical Integrity), was demanding strict
adherence to the Law of Non-interference.
“Let the natural flow of history do what it will. If that means we die, we die! To interfere would be to mess with Creator’s
plan. The natural order of things will
take care of itself, and we must absolutely prevent any disruption in that
order. Though they would never admit it,
the AHI was willing to break that Law in order to prevent any other
interference.
The
other group, the HCC (the Historical Corrections Committee) was insisting that
interference in Earth’s history could save many of the worlds in linked
parallels, by preventing the death and destruction that started it all. There would be some upheaval of the histories
of some parallels, including Qualto, but those changes would be in the best
interests of the future of all living things, of every associated parallel. Those interferences, if Creator permitted
them or encouraged them, would be blessed by Creator. At least, they argued, they would be
attempting to do something positive instead of accepting the fall of all.
The
Dadelos was caught in the crossfire of both groups. As he woke up, a plan began to formulate in
his mind. Both groups had powerful and
wealthy leaders preaching their causes.
The anti-interference group had the more vocal and violent members who, the
Dadelos had verified evidence, ironically enough, were already interfering with
those native groups on Earth attempting to prevent violence and warfare. He considered the AHI to be the most
dangerous and radical of the two groups, even more so since they knew the
possibility for historical intervention was now possible.
Therefore,
whatever he decided to do would have to be done in utmost secrecy, with only a
few highly trusted scientists involved.
The list of the HCC inner circle would be called in, one at a time, to
help formulate a plan. He would also
call in the leading scientists of the AHI, the opposition leaders, for informal
discussions to discover what he could of their plans, alternating them between
the two groups, to keep the AHI from discovering his own plans.
Since
he was the spiritual advisor to Supreme Leader of the GLA (the Governmental
Legislative Authority for the whole planet), he was able to have funding
channeled to the “Historical Corrections Committee,” of which he was the
chair. The AHI was a great supporter of
that fund, but thought of it as being responsible for renovations of historical
sites throughout the planet, and nothing more.
While they were opposed to messing with history, they had little
interest in restoring historical sites, and showed no interest in participating
on that committee. Thus the Dadelos and
his hand-picked committee had free reign over a sizeable fund. Superficial improvements to historical sites
satisfied the yearly review of the work of the committee.
Months
turned to years as people and resources were gathered, and a secret location was
obtained. For complete secrecy and
anonymity, the location for the main laboratory was actually in another undisclosed
parallel one of the younger scientists discovered and recommended in an
interview. It was easily accessible from
this Parallel, but only from a specific location in the Dadelos’ compound. How the young man had accomplished that feat,
Dadelos Gompton had no idea. The
mathematics and quantum physics of the process was beyond his
comprehension.
The
recruitment of trusted leaders for the effort, and determining exactly what
they would do, and how they would carry it out, involved a great deal of study
and discussion. The Dadelos set the
inner circle to work answering those questions.
As
trusted scientists in many and various world-wide locations, they had access to
planetary data bases. Their numerous
searches narrowed the field of potential candidates for the assignment.
Young
married couples were interviewed over the following year for support positions
in various Earth countries, to determine their interest in visiting and even
living in a backward world such as Earth.
On the surface, the AHI and the HCC cooperated with the understanding
that these people were being sent for historical research only. They were only sent for brief periods because
of the time differences which would make them miss too much of what was
happening in their own families and villages.
After
spending time in Earth Parallel, the AHI believed these volunteers were no
longer viable candidates for visits to Earth and dismissed them. However, the HCC secretly interviewed them to
discover if they had any interest or desire for becoming permanent support
personnel for the missions being planned for the future.
Using
techniques for “reading” the truth of the prospects, the HCC was able to narrow
the field and send them back to live as permanent citizens of Earth. Paperwork and identity concerns were a
problem at first, but a subcommittee of HCC solved the problem by training a small
contingency of support staff for that specific purpose. They then sent them to Earth to plant the
necessary backgrounds in official records in each country.
Another
group of scientists produced permanent language chips which could be surgically
implanted near the hypothalamus of each support member which made it possible
for them to read, write, and speak the appropriate Earth language. Other useful skills given to support team
members made the new residents in every community welcome additions. In every case, they were able to tie in to
the history of a family that had moved away (and died) years before, whom at
least two or three old-timers in the town or village remembered.
The
final plans were submitted in secret to the Dadelos, who had already agreed to
sign the documents and initiate the program.
One problem remained to be answered:
“Who will lead the Mission Team?”
It was agreed that one couple from Qualto would need to be established
as residents of Earth, but an established Earth person or couple would need to
be recruited, trained, and equipped. It
was agreed by the HCC that the Earth couple could legally interfere with Earth
events on Earth under the guidance and supervision of a Parallel Team leader
without violating the “Non Interference Law.”
After
days of computer searches, Dryxxl and Vdelechy Grobbbfriched were chosen. They
were a young married couple of childbearing age who could establish themselves
and raise a family like typical Earth inhabitants, before beginning the mission
project. It was agreed, their Earth names
would be Tomas and Judith Talbert.
Tomas
and Judith Talbert established themselves in Baltimore, Maryland. Tomas joined the state police force,
developing a reputation as a tough and reliable officer, and a thorough
investigator. He was recruited by the
FBI and in subsequent years by the CIA and then the NSA, before “retiring” at a
young afrom law enforcement to move his family to California. There, he became a building contractor, but
occasionally carried out investigative and covert work for the FBI, the CIA,
and the NSA.
His wife Judith had been trained as a
medical doctor in the Qualto Parallel.
Attending Johns Hopkins to obtain a degree, a license, and a reputation
as a topnotch surgeon, seemed to be a natural fit.
While
in Baltimore, they had two children, Stephanie and Constantine. Because of
Tomas’ connections with governmental agency it was agreed that the family
should to California, where their children grew up and both established
themselves in their respective occupations.
Once
Constantine, the last of their children to marry had left home, the master plan
of the Parallel Missions was set in motion.
Tomas and Judith both returned to Parallel for upgrades to their
training and equipment. Judith returned
via a portal to set things in order for their move from California for the
“good life” and the slower pace of Nebraska.
Tomas
was given additional training and was sent back in a prototype ship to scout
out the area in Nebraska where they would establish themselves and recruit a
team to carry out the proposed missions.
Tomas
had been trained to fly the ship and use a wormhole to enter the Earth parallel
at the proper time. However, the science
was new enough that not all of the kinks were worked out before the first
traverse. As a result, Tomas’ ship’s
entrance through that wormhole alerted an alien ship. With very little warning, an attack
commenced.
Tomas
attempted to ellude his attacker by entering a huge storm cloud. He thought he was making progress as the
lightning strikes were deflected by the ship’s defenses. Then an enormous jolt created a gaping hole
in the side of the ship. He could feel
the ship shudder and begin to slowly fall.
The hatch flew open with a bang and he had to choose between going down
with the ship or taking a chance he might survive a fall from the ship.
He
disengaged himself from the restraints of the pilot’s seat, grabbed his
backpack, and fought his way to the gaping hatch opening. He could see the ground below slowly coming
to meet the ship through flashes of lightning.
At the last minute, he jumped, landing in a muddy depression filled with
rainwater, and rolling to a stop. It
took his breath away, but when he looked back he saw a gigantic bolt of
white-hot light strike the ship and literally vaporize it.
His
Undersuit had saved his life, but water in the depression in which he landed
and the impact of the landing had shorted out most of the power the Suit
provided. He watched as the alien ship
began searching for him. In a flash of
lightning, he saw that the contents of his backpack had scattered across the
field in which he had landed. In a flash
of another kind, he saw his favorite cap struck and vaporized by the pursuing
ship. It dawned on him that they were
zeroing in on his cloths, and the strikes were getting closer to him. He began to run and strip as he ran, looking
back to see some of the cloths he tossed away vaporize.
By
the time he had stripped down to his Undersuit, the strikes had returned to his
landing site. He ran toward a road he
could only see when lightning flashed.
It took him some time to climb over a barbed wire fence, through a muddy
ditch, and up onto the road. By the time
he reached the gravel road, he was near exhaustion, but he thought he was safe.
When he thought the worst was over,
bright lights came over the hill in the pouring rain. He ran until he stumbled over the edge of the
road…. Wet darkness engulfed him.***************************
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