The Writer - Danilo Clementoni 5 стр.

"You have an excellent spirit of observation" commented Azakis.

"The fact is they remind me greatly of something else."

“What exactly?” asked the Colonel who had suddenly shown great interest in the discussion.

"Have you ever been to Egypt?"

“A long time ago.”

"And have you visited the Giza plateau?"

"Obviously yes," answered Jack. Then, slapping himself on the forehead he exclaimed "but of course! They’re positioned just like the three largest pyramids."

"Cheops, Chephren and Mycerinus," pointed out the doctor.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Azakis perplexed.

"Wait a minute,” Elisa answered. "I'll show you,” and she walked quickly towards the laboratory tent. She emerged less than a minute later carrying a large, well-thumbed book. As she drew near the other three, she quickly leafed through the pages. “Here we are. Look” and she held it out to the alien.

“Interesting… What are they?”

“Let me see,” said Petri, sliding the thick book from his companion’s hands. “Ah yes. I’ve seen this sort of construction. They’re like that one,” and he pointed to the Ziggurat behind the field. "But they must have been built by another people and in a different era.”

“Well done Petri. You’re right, of course. Since the day they were discovered, our scholars have been racking their brains to understand the reason why they were built and why they were arranged that way."

"But it’s very simple," said Petri flashing a beautiful smile. "Can you see those stars up there?" and he pointed to a constellation in the middle of all the others, in the space left by the setting sun.

“Yes, certainly. We call it the Orion constellation. It takes its name from the Greek demigod Orion" said Elisa. Then, as she traced its profile with her index finger in the clear desert air, she added, "If you join up its stars with a virtual line, the head, shoulders, belt and feet of a man appear. According to Greek mythology, Orion was a giant born with superhuman abilities, a mighty hunter who killed his prey with an unbreakable bronze sledgehammer. When the Greek hero died, he was placed among the stars for eternity."

"Your stories are always very evocative," said Petri enraptured. "However, from what the Elders have taught us, all the constructions of this type, and there are many scattered all over the earth, are linked to us.”

"You, aliens?"

"We ‘Gods’, who came down from heaven to start the human race” specified Petri.

“And wouldn’t you just have guessed that you had a hand in that too” blurted out Jack. "It seems as if everything we have done up to now is solely and exclusively down to you."

"Well, coming to think of it," commented Elisa, "I must say he does have a point.”

"I just wanted to say," added Petri quietly "that our shuttles are simply positioned like the three stars in your Orion "belt"."

"And so, the same would apply to the pyramids in Egypt?" asked Jack shocked.

“I’d say so.”

“So, the assumptions of our scientists were true,” said the doctor almost in a whisper. Then she held her chin between her thumb and forefinger and added, "However, I’ve still not understood the real reason for that arrangement."

“Simple my dear,” exclaimed Petri. “Energy.”

"You’ll have to explain this to me properly," replied the doctor, straightening her back and crossing her arms.

"Even we don’t know very much about it,” Petri hastened to clarify. "But it seems that, a pyramid-shaped object is able to generate a kind of positive energy that is beneficial to all living things that are close to it. Obviously, the larger the object, the more energy it generates. Then, if it’s also in connection with a heavenly body or better still, with a series of them, everything is amplified in an exponential way."

"But what kind of energy are we talking about?" asked the archaeologist.

"Like I said, it’s not clear even to us. Many of our Experts have studied it but we still don't have reliable data.”

"Finally, something that even you don't know," said Jack satisfied. “That’s almost a miracle."

"There are lots of things we don't know, my friend. On a global scale, we are only slightly more evolved than you. There are so many mysteries in the universe. You didn't think we knew them all did you?"

"I confess, for a moment, I really thought you did."

“There are concepts that we will never understand. We must resign ourselves to that."

"But we’re intelligent beings, imaginative, curious. What can prevent us from understanding?”

Then Azakis entered the debate saying, "It's just a question of levels of perception.”

"This I really haven’t understood," exclaimed Elisa puzzled.

"Although you may think that our brains are who knows how "evolved", there are some dimensions so far away from our structures of thought that we cannot even begin to make suppositions, at least with our current knowledge."

"I'm sorry but I'm not following you."

"Take a cell of your liver as an example,” continued Azakis patiently. “Imagine it intent on reasoning about its status, about its work, about the cells close to it. Who knows how many times it will have tried to understand what's beyond that reality it experiences. Will there be other groups of cells? Will they be like me? Perhaps it will also have tried to postulate the presence of a God. It will also have tried to get in touch with him following goodness knows what complex rites, praying for his intercession in solving its daily problems. But who is its God? Your gallbladder? Your heart? You? What perception can a cell ever have of your liver, of you, its God? How could it ever come into direct contact with you? And if it does not perceive you, could it ever perceive me? And the sea, the sky, the sun, the galaxy... This is what I mean by different levels of perception.”

"Blimey,” exclaimed Elisa, as if she had just come out of a trance. "I really hadn't ever thought of this... So, we might never be able to contact beings of higher levels or imagine what could be outside the dimension in which we live."

“That’s not necessarily true. It would seem, including thanks to the peculiar energy we were talking about earlier released by pyramids, that some people may already be able to jump one or more levels. Unfortunately, even our knowledge in this very particular matter, is still very limited."

"Fascinating," whispered the doctor completely enraptured. "So, you too are in search of your God."

"Actually, it’s a topic we’ve been studying for a long time."

"And, if even you haven’t worked this whole thing out, just imagine how much hope we have.”

"Often the most important intuitions appear randomly" sentenced Azakis. "Our races are very similar and I’m sure that both ourselves and you, have the same chances of discovering how this mysterious mechanism works, through which we could get in touch with higher beings.”

Petri clasped his hands behind his back and began to slowly walk around in circles. He thought for a few seconds then added, "But, actually, if the cell mentioned before doesn’t do its work well, there would be problems for me and I would realise. Basically, this is also a form of contact, isn't it?"

"You're right. All of us are here for a very specific purpose and we should simply try to do our work as well as we can. This is precisely why on Nibiru, from the moment of our birth, our Educators strive to identify what our main peculiarity is. Each of us has one, as I think you terrestrials also do. The biggest problem is to discover it and then make the very most of it. As well as giving us all the basic knowledge, the Educators, do precisely this. It is they who, after carefully analysing our strengths and weaknesses, direct us towards the group which comes closest to our personal aptitudes such as the Artists, or the Artisans, or the Experts and so on. We don’t have to do anything other than always give the maximum in the activity in which we excel and complete the path that was thought out for us."

"You're right. All of us are here for a very specific purpose and we should simply try to do our work as well as we can. This is precisely why on Nibiru, from the moment of our birth, our Educators strive to identify what our main peculiarity is. Each of us has one, as I think you terrestrials also do. The biggest problem is to discover it and then make the very most of it. As well as giving us all the basic knowledge, the Educators, do precisely this. It is they who, after carefully analysing our strengths and weaknesses, direct us towards the group which comes closest to our personal aptitudes such as the Artists, or the Artisans, or the Experts and so on. We don’t have to do anything other than always give the maximum in the activity in which we excel and complete the path that was thought out for us."

"Okay guys," intervened the Colonel. "How about we just forget about all this philosophical talk and seriously get down to trying to solve the small problem we have right now?"

"True" added Petri. "In fact, while you ‘brainiacs” were discussing the mysteries of the universe, I downloaded the data from your personal recorder.”

"What are you talking about?" asked Azakis perplexed.

"To tell the truth I’d forgotten it as well,” continued the Expert. "But, before leaving, I activated a personal recording system which would have stored all the actions of every member of the crew.”

“Yes... yes I remember now. You’re talking about this little thing that you fixed here behind me, aren't you?” replied the captain, as, twisting his torso, he tried to point to a little black rectangle fixed to his light grey belt.

“Precisely old chap.” And you can't imagine how well it worked. I managed to find out what happened to your remote-control system."

"Oh, really? And what did happen to it?”

"You’ll never guess!"

Pasadena, California – The News

"And now, what are we going to do with this little trinket?" asked the thin, lean one, as he climbed into the driver’s seat of a brand new, bright red, Chevrolet Corvette.

"Are you talking about the car or the alien thing?" asked his chubby crony as, with great difficulty, he also tried to get into the fast sports car.

"I was talking about the remote-control, although I still haven’t understood why you decided to buy a car like this, seeing as you can't even get into it."

"I’d say you’re also in a little difficulty, my dear tall, thin lamp post."

"Precisely. Couldn’t we have got something a little more comfortable for both of us?"

"When you put your foot down on the accelerator of this beast, the reason will be clear immediately," and after slamming the door a little too violently, he added, "Come on, let’s go."

"Go where?"

"Let’s go back to base. I want to analyse the data our nerd friend gave us carefully and discover all the secrets of this bit of alien kit."

"Now you’re not going to tell me, you know more than him. The guy seemed very knowledgeable to me."

"I have to say the boy did an excellent job, but I’ve also done my research."

"What are you talking about?" asked the thin guy, perplexed.

"What do you think I’ve been doing every night for the last month, in front of the computer, while you snored like a bear in hibernation?"

"Looked at porn sites?"

"Where oh where did I find you? I often wonder that of late, you know?"

"It’s fate that united us,” replied the thin guy as he floored the accelerator, and the Corvette leapt forward leaving two black tyre marks on the tarmac.

"Hey, slow down," yelled the fat guy, as he was thrown back against the seat by the sudden acceleration. "You’d better not destroy it immediately. I’ve only paid the first two instalments."

"Wow," exclaimed the skinny guy. "It goes like a missile. This little gem is a real beast."

"I knew you’d like it. But now, try not to run that little old lady over," said the big guy, indicating a frail lady who was slowly crossing the road. "Let’s try and let her enjoy a little more of her pension."

"Don't worry my friend. You’re in good hands," answered the guy at the wheel while, with an abrupt manoeuvre, he narrowly missed the little old woman.

“Yeah right,” exclaimed the big guy. "You almost tore the clothes off her back." Then he turned around and seeing the old lady who, shaking her handbag, was shouting all sorts of things at him, added "Another series of insults like that and it’ll be you who won’t be enjoying your pension," and he broke out into a peal of laughter.

"Leave it. I’m not superstitious."

"You should be. What if she practices voodoo? You might find yourself jumping around like a cricket while the old woman sticks pins in the butt of the little doll that represents you."

"Will you just stop all this load of bollocks and instead tell me what we’re going to do with that thing?"

“Okay, okay. Don’t get worked up. I was just kidding, no?" The burly guy placed the alien object on the palm of his left hand again and said, "The nerd might well know a lot of people but, I can assure you, I used channels for my research which he certainly hasn’t had the possibility to access."

"Sometimes you scare me."

"Do you want to see something?"

"Well, it depends what."

"In the various files that I had the opportunity of consulting regarding this alien technology, I discovered that this little object, as well as blowing up spaceships, can do a lot of other things that are just as nice."

"But are you sure it really has worked?" asked the guy at the wheel, as he took a bend at full speed, slamming the passenger against the door.

"Hey, can you just slow down? That’s all we need, the police chasing us and arresting us again."

"I’ve had an idea," said the thin guy. "Turn the radio on."

"Do you think this is the time to start listening to little songs?"

"No, of course not, you idiot. Put the news on."

Although somewhat dubious, the fat guy decided not to ask any more questions and, having put the radio on, began to scroll through the various stations until he found one that was transmitting world news.

“After breaking into the central bank, the four criminals with masked faces, holding guns and automatic rifles, ordered the employees to fill the bags with cash. The entire operation lasted a little less than five minutes. When the police arrived, the robbers had already got away. Checkpoints have been set up on all routes into the city."

"What do we care about this stuff?" asked the fat guy, more perplexed than ever.

"Patience my friend, patience."

“And now let’s return to our headline news. There appear to be some interesting updates. Let’s go over to our Washington correspondent, Fred Salomon."

“Thanks Lisa. I’m in the conference room at the White House where the President has just arrived and is about to release an official statement. Let’s listen to him live.”

A few moments of silence followed and then the unmistakable voice of the President of the United States of America came through the Corvette’s powerful speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, first of all thank you for joining us today. Unfortunately, the news I have just received is not at all reassuring. It seems that the unusual flash, seen almost an hour ago on the moon, was indeed caused by a huge explosion and that it did in fact involve the spacecraft of our alien friends. We still do not know if they managed to escape. A further announcement will follow as soon as we have more news in this regard. Thank you.”