“My God… How many different Interstellar species have visited Earth?”
“The reports vary. I’ve heard anywhere from sixteen to thirty-five. My genetics team was assigned to work with the three most prevalent extraterrestrial species. This first tube holds a rare specimen — a very human-like ET known as a Nordic. We believe they’ve been infiltrating society for quite some time.”
The specimen was a female and startlingly human in appearance, save for a slightly narrower skull and cat-like irises.
“With a pair of contact lenses, it would be nearly impossible to distinguish them from us. What do they want?”
“We don’t know. But neither the Nordics nor any of these other Interstellars have ever been hostile — even though we’ve repeatedly shot them down.”
“What about the times they’ve shut down our nuclear ballistic missiles?”
“I don’t consider that hostile. It’s more like a parent taking away fire-crackers from a preschooler.”
Joyce led Jessica to the next vertical container, the contrast between the Nordic and this creature startling. The six-foot biped possessed the head of a praying mantis and a pair of hand-like appendages on each upper limb.
“That is seriously ugly.”
“Don’t judge a species by its appearance. While we trace our beginnings to primates — one of the most violent life forms in the animal kingdom, this Interstellar species evolved from insects. They happen to be an extremely advanced and peaceful race that has taken a real liking to man.”
The last two rows of vertical tubes contained the remains of the Grey species that Colonel Johnston had used to infiltrate Jessica’s subconscious.
“These are Greys, of course. We believe they come from a planet in Zeta Reticuli, a binary star system about 39.5 light years away. There is increasing evidence that the Greys manipulated our genetic code as many as sixty times over the last several million years.”
“Why would they alter our genetic code?”
“There are a lot of reasons. Most fall under the category, ‘to accelerate our evolution as a species.’ Earth is a wonderful habitat, Jess, but over most of its six billion year history it has experienced multiple epochs of glaciations, each of which nearly wiped out every life form in existence. The evolution of Homo sapiens happened only because Earth has been experiencing a temperate period between ice ages.”
“And you think it’s possible the Greys accelerated our simian development in order to give us the best chance to survive?”
Joyce nodded. “And now, because of fossil fuels, we’re accelerating Global Warming. What the average American and the Climate Change deniers in Washington refuse to understand is that Global Warming causes ice ages. When Greenland’s ice melts, all of that fresh water will inundate the North Atlantic Current, diluting its saline content. Salt water is what circulates the thermohaline, and the thermohaline is what keeps Europe and North America warm.
“Unless we drastically reverse carbon emissions, the thermocline will stop. And when it does, the Earth’s temperature will plummet. Within months, most of North America and Europe could be covered in snow and ice.”
“Is that why you brought me here, Joyce? To smuggle a zero-point-energy unit off this base in order to stop Climate Change?”
“Yes and no. The zero-point-energy unit is being delivered to your fiancé as we speak, along with access to off-shore accounts totaling a hundred billion dollars.”
“My God…”
“Unfortunately, there’s another threat that supersedes Global Warming. Come with me, and keep your headpiece on.”
They left the repository and approached a set of sealed doors which opened as Dr. LaCombe approached. Jessica followed her inside to a balcony located several stories above a gymnasium-size mosh-pit.
Milling about below were hundreds of Grey extraterrestrials.
“Welcome to La-La Land.”
The ETs appeared delirious, bumping into one another, walking into walls.
“What the hell, Joyce? Did you capture these beings?”
“God, no. They were biologically cloned; we call them PLFs… Programmed Life Forms. We manufacture them here in Dulce and in the Pine Gap facility in Australia. Their neural complexes have been fitted with a microchip implant which scrambles their thoughts, forcing them to obey our commands. The lab is surrounded by a very powerful Faraday Chamber, otherwise the ETs would simply walk through the walls and disappear.”
“Why are you cloning them?”
“We’re cloning them for the same reason we’re building hundreds of ARVs. MAJI has been preparing for a fake alien invasion for decades; only in this Orwellian nightmare we are both the us and the them. The fake ships and aliens… it’s all a false flag event staged to look like a real Independence Day.”
“This is insane. Why would MAJI do this?”
“Mostly because they’re power-hungry… and endless war allows them to control the planet and regulate the human population. Then there is a religious faction of MAJI who believes Armageddon will lead to the Second Coming. So you have the military sociopaths and the religious fanatics joining forces to launch their new campaign against terror which will unite what’s left of the world against Satanic species from other worlds.”
“No… I don’t believe it.”
“Scott Hopper was assigned the task of programming the array’s target list; he revealed it to me two days before they poisoned him. The West will get hit first of course… London and Los Angeles, then Moscow and Beijing. Syria and ISIS will be incinerated, along with a billion innocent Muslims, and Iran will get theirs too. Jerusalem will be attacked but will manage to survive in order to appease the radical Christians rooting for the return of their savior. After that, America will stage a comeback as our Zeus Space Defense System, quote-unquote ‘becomes operational.’ Putin and Trump will play starring roles, their egos left to fight on Twitter as to which one of them actually saved the world.
“It should be one helluva show… a lesson on how to reduce the human race by eighty percent, brought to you courtesy of the wackos running MAJI.”
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Adam watched in amazement as the hexagon-shaped hatch sealed beneath him.
He was weightless because he had wished it so, just as he knew he could instantly restore gravity within the tight confines of the ship with only a change of thought.
The lower level was as tight as an attic. Three large gravity amplifiers, each equipped with two-by-four-foot-long rudder-like objects that occupied most of the space.
He rose past ladder rungs leading up to the main deck. A circular console occupied the middle of the chamber, its three crew seats positioned at intervals around the controls.
Adam grabbed on to one of the seatbacks and pulled himself in, then thought away the zero-gravity setting… his body mass returning like a concrete suit.
“I need to get—” I mean, I need to get to Dulce, New Mexico. Better open the barn roof first.
Nothing happened.
The eleven Devil’s Diciples’ motorcycles rolled past the closed gas station, following the deserted two-lane highway to the northwest. Reaching the farm, they turned up the gravel drive and parked next to the van, shutting down their engines.