The Writer

"But if the only one we had was destroyed with the spacecraft."

"What about the one we left with the terrestrials?"

"Gosh, you’re right! I hadn’t thought of that. We’ll have to return and get them to give it to us."

"Calm down old chap, calm down. We’ve got time for that. First, I’d go and have a look on the moon to see if we can recover anything from our beautiful ship that you merrily smashed into pieces."

“Me? What have I got to do with it? It was you who made it explode up there."

"And who was it who lost the remote-control system?"

"But that was your fault. The clasp was defective."

“All right, all right! What’s done is done. Now let’s try to get to grips with this situation. Although I’m an incurable optimist, at the moment, I can’t see any brilliant solutions."

"That’ll be the gamma waves" retorted Azakis, repaying his friend with the same currency. "Assuming of course that those four neurons lurking in your empty head are still able to emit them."

"After that pitiful joke, I can finally announce that the old Zak is once again amongst us. Welcome back."

"So, can you manage to get this shuttle to the explosion site without crashing into some lunar elevation?"

"Certainly sir. At your orders," exclaimed Petri, imitating the military ways he had often seen used by his terrestrial friends. "Destination moon" he added cheerfully, after having started the engines and set the course towards the satellite.

It took only a couple of minutes to reach the place where the Theos had disintegrated. The shuttle began to slowly fly over the area of the hidden face of the moon that had suffered the impact of the explosion. The ground, normally very bumpy and full of craters caused by ancient impacts of hundreds of meteorites that, over millions of years, had literally riddled it, now appeared incredibly smooth and flat for about six hundred square kilometres. The wave of energy generated by the explosion had swept everything away. Rocks, craters and depressions no longer existed. It was as if a giant steamroller had passed over the area, leaving behind it an endless expanse of soft grey sand.

"Incredible," exclaimed Petri. "It’s like flying over the immense Sihar desert on Nibiru."

"We’ve made a big mess" said Azakis dejectedly.

"No. Can’t you see how beautiful the view is now? Before the surface had more wrinkles than our Supreme Elder, now instead it’s as smooth as a baby’s skin."

"I don’t think there’s much of our beloved spacecraft left."

"I'm running a full in-depth scan of the area, but the biggest piece I’ve found is approximately a few cubic centimetres."

"There’s no denying it. The self-destruct system worked really well."

"Hey Zak" exclaimed Petri suddenly. "In your opinion, what's that?” and he pointed to a dark spot on the main screen.

"I wouldn't know... You can’t see it very well. What do the sensors say?"

"They’re not picking anything up. According to them there’s nothing but sand there, but I think I can see something else."

"It’s impossible that the sensors can’t pick something up. Try doing a calibration test."

"Just give me a second." Petri fiddled with a series of holographic controls then sentenced, "The parameters are within normal range. Everything seems to be working properly."

"Strange ... Let’s try and get a little closer."

Shuttle number six moved slowly in the direction of that strange object that seemed to emerge from the layer of dust and grey sand.

"Maximum magnification" Azakis ordered. “But what is it?”

"From the little I can see, it looks like part of an artificial structure" Petri tried venturing.

"Artificial? I don’t think any of us have ever installed anything on the moon."

"Perhaps it was the terrestrials. I seem to have read somewhere that they’ve completed several expeditions to this satellite."

"What is decidedly strange is that the sensors are not picking up anything of what our eyes instead are seeing."

"I don’t know what to say. Perhaps the explosion has damaged them."

"But if you just ran a test and everything is working," answered Azakis perplexed.

"Then that stuff we’re seeing must be made of some material that is unknown to us and therefore that our sensors are unable to analyse."

"Are you trying to tell me that the terrestrials have managed to invent a compound that not even we know about, they’ve brought it up here and they’ve built a base or something with it?"

"And, moreover, now we’ve even destroyed it for them," commented Petri dejectedly.

"Our friends never cease to amaze us, do they?"

“That’s true... Well, we’ve had a look around here. I’d say we should leave it for the moment. We’ve got rather more important things to do right now. What do you say boss?"

"I’d say you’re absolutely right. Considering that there doesn’t seem to be anything usable left of the Theos anymore, I think we can leave."

"Heading for earth?"

"Let’s return to Elisa’s camp and try using her H^COM to contact Nibiru."

"And our travelling companions? We can’t just leave them up here" said Petri.

"We’ll have to organise a support base on earth. We could set up a sort of camp close to that of our friends."

“Sounds like a good idea to me. Shall I inform the rest of the crew?"

“Yes. Give them the coordinates of the excavation site and ask them to organise the preparation of an emergency structure. We’ll go down there first, and we’ll set about contacting the Elders."

“Let’s go” said Petri cheerfully. "And to think that, until a little while ago, I was getting worried about how I was going to overcome the boredom of the return journey."

At the same time, at a distance of about 500 U.A. from our sun, a strange ovoid shaped object appeared practically out of nowhere, preceded by a streak of bluish lightning that tore through the absolute blackness of space. It moved in a straight line for almost a hundred thousand kilometres at an incredible speed before disappearing again, swallowed up by a sort of huge silvery vortex with golden reflections. The whole action lasted only a few seconds and then, as if nothing had happened, that place so remote and desolate, deep in space, plunged back into the total quiet in which it had been immersed until then.

Tell-el-Mukayyar – Contact with Nibiru

"Yes, Colonel," said a very refined voice on the other end of the phone. "We have received reports, from several observation points on earth, of an unnatural flash presumably given off by the moon."

“But the moon doesn’t give off ‘flashes’,” said Jack vexed.

“You’re right there, Sir. All I can tell you is that our scientists are still analysing the data we’ve received in order to identify who or what caused it."

"So basically, you haven’t the faintest idea what it was.”

"Well, I wouldn't have put it quite that way, but I think your inference can be considered a fair one.”

“Just listen to this guy” said Jack, turning to Elisa who had joined him, as he covered the microphone of his mobile phone with his hand. “Okay. Thank you for the information,” he continued. "As soon as you have further news kindly contact me immediately.'

"Yes Sir, with pleasure. Goodbye have a good day," and he ended the conversation.

"What did they say?" asked the doctor.

"Well, it looks as though something strange actually happened up there, but nobody has found a decent explanation yet.”

"I’m increasingly convinced that something happened to our friends."

"Come on, don’t say that. With their fantastic spacecraft who knows where they’ll have got to by now.”

"I really hope so, with all my heart, but I still have a strange premonition."

"Listen, to get rid of any doubts, why don’t we use that thing they left us and try to contact them?"

“I don't know ... They said we would only be able to use it after they arrived back on their planet ... I don’t think ...”

“Just go and get it,” the Colonel cut her short. Then realising he had perhaps been a little too abrupt, he added a gentle ‘please’, followed by a dazzling smile.

“Okay. At worst it won’t work,” said Elisa as she set off to retrieve the portable H^COM. She returned almost immediately and, after rearranging her long hair slightly, she put on the kind of weird and bulky helmet.

"He said to press that button there," said Jack indicating the button. "Then the system would do everything by itself."

“What shall I do, shall I press it?” asked Elisa hesitating.

"Go on, what do you think is going to happen?”

The archaeologist pushed the button and, perhaps exaggerating the words a little too much, said "Hello? Anybody there?”

She waited but didn’t receive an answer. She waited a little longer, then tried again. “Hello... Hello... Petri, are you there? I can’t hear anything.”

Elisa waited a few more seconds then spread her arms and shrugged.

“Press the button again,” suggested the Colonel.

They tried repeating this process several times, but the communication system failed to give them even a measly rustle.

“Nothing doing. Perhaps something really did happen to them,” whispered Elisa as she removed the H^COM from her head.

“Or perhaps they still haven’t arrived within this thing’s range of action.”

The Colonel hadn’t finished his last sentence when a strange noise from outside caught their attention.

“Jack, look” exclaimed Elisa amazed as she looked out of the tent. “The spheres... They’re being reactivated.”

With their hearts in their mouths, they both ran outside and, to their amazement, saw the virtual landing pyramid that was again taking shape. Their friends were returning.

"See they didn’t explode," said Jack greatly cheered-up.

"Perhaps they forgot something.”

"The important thing is that they're okay. Let’s try and keep calm. We’ll soon find out what really happened.”

The landing procedure went ahead without problems and, in no time at all, the large figures of the two aliens appeared on the descending platform.

“Hello guys,” bellowed Petri, waving his big hand above his head.

"What on earth are you doing here again?" asked Jack, as the two aliens were carried down to ground level by the moving structure.

"We were missing you," replied Petri jumping down from that sort of lift, even before it had touched the ground, immediately followed by his travelling companion.

"We were worried" said Elisa finally reassured. "We witnessed a strange event that occurred on the moon a little while ago and we seriously feared that something terrible had happened to you.”

"Unfortunately, my dear, something terrible really did happen," said Azakis with a forlorn air.

"There you are, I knew it," exclaimed Elisa. “A little voice inside me kept telling me so. But what happened?"

"It all happened really suddenly.”

“So, are you going to tell us? Come on, don’t keep us on tenterhooks. Just tell us everything, now.”

"Our spacecraft no longer exists," Azakis announced all in one breath.

The two terrestrials looked at one another for a moment, absolutely stunned. Then Jack spoke, saying "Are you joking? What does ‘no longer exists’ mean?”

"It means that, right now, the biggest piece of the Theos could quite easily fit on the tip of your index finger.”

"But what happened? And the rest of the crew, where are they? Are they all well?"

"Yes, they're fine, thank you. Right now, they’re on the other three shuttles and very soon they’ll be here too. If you don't mind, we will set up an emergency structure around here and we’ll try to organise ourselves somehow."

"But of course, that's not a problem," said Jack. "We’ll give you all the help we can. You don't even need to ask."

“So,” blurted out Elisa who could no longer hold back her curiosity. "Are you going to tell us yes or no what the devil happened up there?"

"It's rather a long story," said Azakis seating himself on an upturned tin pail. “Make yourselves comfortable.”

After about ten minutes, the alien had pretty much told them the whole story. From the loss of the remote-control system, to the attempt to deactivate it. From the recklessness of having given up on its recovery, up to the sudden reactivation of the instrument which had then caused the launching of the self-destruction process.

"But that’s shocking," said Elisa appalled. “Whoever can have caused a disaster like that?”

"Probably," said Azakis, “somebody must have found that strange object and began to study its features. Then they must have found some information among all the data we downloaded onto your servers and, somehow, managed to turn it back on, so causing the result we now know.”

"For crying out loud!" exclaimed the Colonel upset. "It seems such an absurd story... And, knowing the danger of a device like that, you didn’t do anything to recover it?”

"It was my fault," said Petri, joining in the discussion. “I thought I’d completely deactivated it and that no terrestrial, even if somebody did find it, would be able to reactivate it.”

“And yet it happened,” said Jack. "Do you have any idea where it was lost?”

"We honestly thought we’d lost it while retrieving the Zenio crystal but, most probably, it must have ended up somewhere else, that was much more crowded. There was no one at all down there.”

“Zak, I’ve had an idea,” said Petri standing up. "I think that if I worked on it a bit, I might be able to backtrack and trace the moment the remote control was unhooked from your belt."

"It’s not all that important now, but I must admit I too am a little curious about it."

“Good. So first of all, let’s try and inform the Elders about our situation and as soon as we're organised a little, I'll try and retrieve this information."

“Elisa,” said Azakis. "Unfortunately, the only H^COM we had was destroyed with the Theos. Would you kindly lend us the one we left you before we took off?”

"Do you mean the helmet? But of course. I’ll get it for you straight away."

"Unfortunately, the situation is serious,” whispered Azakis turning to the Colonel, as soon as Elisa had moved far enough away to be out of earshot. "Even if we do manage to contact the Elders, the chances we can get back to our own planet are virtually nil now. "

“But can’t they send someone to pick you up? Hasn’t Zaneki also got a ship like yours?”

"Unfortunately, the engines installed on his ship are considerably less powerful than the ones we had on ours. That’s why he had to leave almost immediately after Kodon’s passage. If he hadn't, he wouldn’t have been able to reach Nibiru anymore, because it was moving rapidly away. We were able to stay here much longer precisely by virtue of our experimental engines. Unfortunately, the Theos was the only ship in our fleet with that type of engine. The production and installation of two more new ones like that could take a lot of time. A lot of ‘our’ time."

"You mean you might have to stay here until Nibiru’s next passage?”

"Here it is," said Elisa as she came hurrying back towards them.

"Unfortunately, yes Jack," said Azakis in a whisper, as he rose to take the H^COM helmet that the archaeologist was holding out to him.

“Thank you, Elisa” said the alien as he put it on. “Let’s see if it works.”

"Actually, we tried it ourselves, but we didn't manage to talk to anyone."

"That’s my friend’s work," commented Azakis looking towards Petri. “Nothing he does ever works.”

“Nice as always,” said Petri with a serious air. "I'll remember that when you ask me to fix your bathroom.”

“Oh yes,” exclaimed Elisa smiling. “I remember only too well how your bathrooms work. A truly unforgettable experience."

All four broke out into a roar of laughter at the end of which Petri slipped the helmet out of Azakis’ hands and said, "Wait, you ungrateful old thing. First, I need to change a setting. The system was programmed to call us on the poor old Theos and I don’t think anybody will answer you there now.”

The alien fiddled around for a bit with the controls of the portable H^COM then, when he was satisfied with his work, he passed it back again to his companion saying "Try now. Hopefully my memory hasn’t betrayed me, and I’ve been able to configure it to connect you to the right person.”

Azakis didn’t doubt his friend’s memory even for one moment and put the helmet on. He pressed the start button and waited patiently. Almost a minute went by before the three-dimensional image of the bony face of his direct line Elder was projected directly onto the retina of his rather tired eyes.

“Azakis, how nice to see you,” said his white-haired contact, raising his slender right arm in greeting. "But where are you calling me from? Your picture looks a little strange and rather distorted."

"It's a long story," answered the alien. “I'm using a makeshift device for long distance communication."

"But aren’t you on your ship? Don’t tell me you still haven't left. You know that your time limit for reaching us has almost run out now, don’t you?"

"That is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.” He paused briefly to try and find the most appropriate words then continued saying, "There’s been a setback... Our spacecraft’s gone."

“Gone? What do you mean?"

“It exploded. The self-destruct system was activated, and we only just made it to safety in time, before everything exploded into thousands of pieces."

“But only you could activate that procedure with your personal remote-control system. How could something like this happen?” asked the stunned Elder.

"Let's say there were a series of particular events, and I must have dropped it.”

"And someone else found it and activated it for you?”

"We still haven't been able to determine what really happened but that's a distinct possibility."

“And now? How do you plan to get back here?”

"That's exactly why we're contacting you. We could do with a nice quick solution to this little problem.”

“Little?” replied the Elder jumping to his feet with surprising nimbleness. “Do you realize what you're saying? Your time frame is already almost at its maximum limit. You should have already left and you’re telling me that the Theos no longer exists and you’re pretty much stuck on earth. What are we supposed to do now?"

“Well, I don't really know. You're the Elders. We’re trusting that, with your experience and your infinite wisdom, you’ll be able to help us out of this unfortunate situation."

The old man sat down again, letting himself fall heavily into his soft grey chair, then he leant his elbows on the table in front of him and put his hands in his long white hair, remaining in complete silence. He remained still for a few seconds then he lifted his gaze again and said, "I’ll try summoning the Council urgently and I’ll put all our best Experts to work. I hope to be able to give you good news very soon” and he ended the communication.

Pasadena, California – The nerd

"Is that all?" exclaimed the big, decidedly overweight guy, as he observed the strange device that the young nerd was holding in his hand. "You’re not going to tell me that you’ve made us wait more than a month just to show us this thing flashing."

"I can assure you it’s working" replied the terrified boy. "Indeed, I think it’s already done what it was designed to do."

"Yes, but are you going to tell us what?” yelled the tall thin guy as he jumped to his feet. "Now I really am losing my patience."

In the basement bulging with equipment, monitors and computers of all kinds, lit by a dim led light which was reflected off the worn walls, the boy’s emaciated face looked even paler than it really was.

"Listen here, if you don’t tell us what this thing’s really for, I swear I’ll make you swallow it whole" exclaimed the fat guy grabbing the nerd by the scruff of the neck.

"But I told you" answered the ever more frightened boy. "It’s a system to activate a procedure remotely."

"But what procedure? What is it?" continued the big guy, as he shook the boy as if he were mixing Margaritas.

"I'm not sure” the young man tried to answer. "But I think we’ve activated something very particular and dangerous, given the protection systems I had to bypass."

"Explain yourself," said the fat guy still continuing to shake him.

"If you let me go, I'll show you.”

"Okay. But I hope it’s convincing, or else the biggest bit of you that’ll be found will only be visible under a microscope."

The boy straightened his shirt, readjusted his long hair that hadn’t seen any shampoo for quite a while and headed towards a workstation with two keyboards and a series of half-dismantled computers. He quickly typed several incomprehensible commands and, after a few seconds, a three-dimensional image of the strange object that slowly revolved upon itself, appeared on a giant screen that hung from the ceiling.

"This is our mysterious remote control.”

"Ah, now it's become a remote control?”

“Well, considering its function I think we can safely call it that."

“Go ahead,” said the thin guy as he settled himself on a shabby chair in order to better observe the large monitor.

“Well, the main problem was how to reactivate it. I struggled quite a lot because, most likely, not only had it been turned off but the owner did not want anybody to ever turn it back on again.”

"See it wasn’t the batteries that had gone flat, you silly old fool," exclaimed the fat guy, turning towards his crony.

"No, there’s no batteries inside,” continued the nerd. "I think it works with an external power source, a sort of electromagnetic flow that it manages to capture and transform into pure power.”

"Interesting" commented the skinny guy. "But what’s its scope?"

"In theory, perhaps even several hundred thousand kilometres."

"Blimey" exclaimed the fat guy as he held the strange object in his hand. "Are you telling me that this little thing might be capable of transmitting a signal from here to the moon?"

"I think so and it probably already has done."

"And what’s it supposed to have transmitted?"

"Well that’s the interesting bit" continued the boy as he brought up a new picture on the big screen. "These are the symbols that appeared on the front of it after it had been reactivated."

"It looks like some sort of ancient language" commented the thin guy. “I'm sure I've seen it somewhere before.”

"In fact, it’s cuneiform. The Sumerians used it several thousand years before Christ."

"And what’s it doing on such a technologically advanced instrument?"

"It’s the language of our alien visitors."

"Are you telling me that those brutes who captured us speak cuneiform?" asked the big guy somewhat surprised.

"Well," the boy tried to explain, "it’s not exactly that you speak cuneiform. It’s a form of writing. But I think this is their language."

"And have you managed to translate it?"

"Actually, for the command to be sent, I had to insert a kind of password. In practice, by touching the symbols in the right order, I entered operational mode."

"Basically, like the system you use to unlock your phone?"