BEYOND
By Ben R. Games, PhD
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AUTHOR’S STATEMENT
There is a constellation named Aquila and there is a star called Altair, and there could be people called Zorans and Altairons but I haven’t met them. The Altairons never kill Zorans but hunt and capture them alive for their food pits. If the Devil has promised every Altairon that when they go to the Warriors Swamp they will never be hungry again, then I’m sure that the Zorans will try to help them get there as soon as possible.
There is a Roswell and Alamogordo, New Mexico. Some people believe that the Zorans visited there seeking our help. I was a B 29 Aircraft Commander on Roswell Army Airfield during 1945 and I believe them. Just keep in mind that authors will believe almost anything if it helps make their story better. I believe in the Holy Ghost, so maybe the Zorans have a Ghost Talker. As I wrote the story I thought of the Zorans as Saints and the Altairons as spawns of the Devil.
Ben R. Games, PhD.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Editor, Special Edition: Inga LaSalle Stierwalt, BA, President, Fideli Publishing, Inc.
Peter Saunders, AFI, for his helpful suggestions on how the story was put together.
Jon R. Games, BS, for sharing his computer technical expertise.
Ben R. Games, Jr., (Bud), AS, CMA, for his assistance in writing with compassion about people who are terminal.
Max Bergholt, MBA, Major USA, who shared knowledge of how alien women might look and act on a spaceship.
Helen M. Games, MBA, my wife who named the crewmembers of the spaceship Defender.
President George W. Bush, who directed NASA to develop plans to return to the moon and explore Mars.
Acknowledge and Credit for starting me on a quest for knowledge must be given to those US Army sergeants who made me work for an education but who also gave me the opportunity to get one. Also, credit for starting me on flying as a pilot must be given to my instructors of Army Class 43K, and to my teachers who gave me the professional knowledge to make my flights successful.
FACTS
In the winter of 1934 the author lived in log cabin that had a sod roof, dirt floors, and a fireplace with his mother and father just below the cliff facing the Colorado River as far upstream as one could walk from Lee’s Ferry, Arizona, USA. He attended the third grade in a one-room schoolhouse with nine other children from grades one through eight. There was a dirt road that passed three Navajo hogans leading into the village before it crossed in front of the school house that was painted white with a cubicle having a bell for calling the children when classes started. The road continued by turning to the right after passing the bottom of a steep slope of shale red rock that went up to near the beginning of a plateau. The plateau was full of small caves and extended as far as the eye could see. After making the ninety-degree turn the road passed in front of three more homes before it found a place to ford the creek that followed a canyon on its way to the mighty Colorado River. There was no bridge and after fording the creek it continue on to its end at a fresh water spring and the log cabin home of the author to be. Half way from the creek to the mouth of the canyon and the log cabin where the Colorado River came out between high canyon walls the road passed two other houses made of shale rock with sod roofs. For the next quarter mile the road ran straight with the mighty river on the right and with a flat washed out area that led up to a high cliff. On the side of the road away from the river were stored five mammoth hydraulic pumps that looked like spaceships to a ten year old with an imagination and three large steel pipes with nozzles on swivel platforms that looked like weapons of some sort. This was all that remained of a hydraulic gold mining operation long before Lee’s Ferry became a small Mormon-farming village.
The distance from the log cabin to the schoolhouse was about three miles, and each school morning the author’s mother would get him up before daylight and start him walking down the road. He was always dressed in breaches, high top boots, a leather jacket, and carried a walking stick. Because of the high cliff behind the log cabin the sun didn’t peek over until about 0900 hours. By the time he reached the open area in front of the old hydraulic mining operation it was just starting to get light. With the early morning light and the shadows from the high cliffs the hydraulic pumps became spaceships, the water nozzles became weapons, and his walking stick became a zoro-knife. Every morning while walking to school the author ran that quarter of a mile to pass those spaceships and what ever alien space creature who might want to have him for breakfast.
A young man’s imagination is a wonderful thing and even though the author can no longer run that quarter of a mile he can still taste the fear and feel the terror of passing the parking area of those enemy spaceships every morning on the way to school. At night his mother would point up at the clear Arizona night sky and show him shooting stars. She told him that they really were not stars but rocks or ice from passing comets. That night he would dream that they were ice crystals from flying saucers or spaceships coming to Lee’s Ferry. Even seventy years after those daily runs and nightly dreams he can remember them as it they were yesterday. That’s a Fact.
Roswell, New Mexico, USA is a real city and many people believe that a flying saucer crashed there in 1947. There was a bank on Roswell’s main street that found it could make more money as a bar, so it changed its name to The Bank Bar and had more customers than it did as a bank. There was also a civilian airport and a Roswell Army Airfield. Just out side of town there was a spring and low level area where the water formed a mud flat, and the hot sun baked the mud until it looked like checkered blocks from the air. The author and another pilot did land a small Taylorcraft airplane on the mud flat, got stuck, and flew off again as told in the story. The only atomic bomb group in the world was stationed on the Army Airfield, and the B-29 Enola Gay was parked next to the Operation’s building facing the hanger road. The author was assigned as a first lieutenant aircraft commander for a B-29 in the 509th Bomb Group at Roswell Army Airfield for a short time. The US Air Force was formed in 1947. That’s a Fact.
The red planet Mars is important to earth’s space programs and for the survival of our civilization. Someday an asteroid will appear that is on a collision course with earth. Today we have the means to tell us when and where it will hit. Earth needs a base where we can refuel and store enough nuclear explosives to destroy or change the flight path of an asteroid enough to miss earth. The two polar ice caps on Mars are made up of ice crystals and dry ice that is needed to help develop fuel for our spaceships. With a gravity less than half that of earth a spaceship could refuel and load twice as much nuclear explosive for destroying an asteroid as it could if leaving from earth. There would be no danger of nuclear fall out or of radiation exposure to earth cities in case of an accident while the explosives are stored. The dust storms on the red planet’s surface will cause problems with communications and with visibility. This may cause the first permanent base to be established on one of the Mars’ moons, Phobos or Deimos. That’s a Fact.
In 1951 the author co-authored a paper, while working with the medical testing labs at Wright Patterson AFB, Dayton, Ohio on how to simulate space-using pressure instead of a vacuum for training purposes. As a test pilot for the USAF F-86D program he has flown over Mach-1 many times and is a member of North American Aviation Company’s “Mach Busters Club.” That’s a Fact.
There is a constellation named Aquila and a star called Altair. The universe is expanding and galaxies are moving further apart. Space is not a vacuum but is made up of dark matter and dark energy. Man has walked on the moon and robots have visited other planets. That’s a Fact.
The Russian Military and American scientists have studied individuals who have telepathic ability in the hope of finding a means of communication over vast distances in real time. The ability to communicate in real time is necessary for travel beyond the speed of light if the people of earth are to learn or gain anything from the experience or knowledge of the men and women traveling to other galaxies. That’s a Fact.
Experiments in deep sleep capsules, hibernation, and freezing to prolong life is being performed in many countries. Most countries allow the replacement of organs to prolong life today. Heart, lung, and kidney transplant are common today and may be used to prolong life to over one hundred fifty years if transplants are made at half-life of the organ with artificial replacements. Tomorrow is almost here. That’s a Fact.
Without women men would have no purpose and most of all there would be no reason to seek new worlds or to explore the universe. If man is to travel beyond the speed of light then women must help lead the way. Where men go women will follow. Where women go men will attempt to get there first just to prove that it can be done. If humans are to visit other planets and even other galaxies then they must travel together. That’s a Fact.
If a person looks through a telescope at a star or planet far away they are looking back through time. Many politicians have tried to change history by rewriting it. They know that studying history is like looking through a window into the future. If they look hard enough they will find that this world is entering into a new age which may be best understood as the age of Geo-feudalism. Instead of a lord we have a chairman of the board, instead of vassals we have stockholders, and instead of serfs we have employees in worldwide corporations without national boundaries. No one can change the future by rewriting the past. That’s a Fact.
PROLOGUE
God has many kingdoms in the universe. On some of these worlds he made the people in his image, and on others the Devil did his work. When the Lord saw this he made a law that all the hosts of heaven and hell must follow. Simply translated the law states that all people, in what ever their image, in all the kingdoms and worlds of the universe would from this day forward have the power to chose their own destiny.
Thus was born religions, and those who claim to know the true path to attain a place in heaven. This has also led to wars in the universe and on earth between those who would follow God and those who would follow the Devil. Through out the universe having the power to chose is known as “GOD’S LAW” and has led to more wars and arguments than any other action that God has taken since the universe was created.
Beyond our Milky Way Galaxy there are many more galaxies and more worlds like earth in many different time periods of development. On these worlds we have members of the clergy, saints, popes, preachers, rabbis, prophets, evangelists, and Ghost Talkers all speaking for God. Some of these worlds are further advanced or have developed more than the rock known as earth while others are still in the Mesozoic Era. These galaxies are so far from each other that a spaceship must travel through time and space to reach them.
When a Zoran’s spaceship travels to earth it must attain speeds greater than the speed of light. Once it exceeds the speed of light time speeds up on Zoran in relation to ship’s time or so it seems to the crew. It takes a ship’s year to reach earth and a ship’s year to return. On Zoran hundreds of planet years have passed. The further a spaceship travels or the faster it goes the more time is passed on its home planet and at its destination. If a person on earth could see Zoran they would be looking hundreds of planet years into the past.
Once in a while a person is born who can communicate with their mind to another person with the same ability. In Zoran when a person is found with telepathic ability they are trained in the word of God and become Ghost Talkers. By Zoran law all Ghost Talkers become public servants. Some are trained as astronauts and travel on spaceships, so real time communications with the spaceship’s crew can be maintained.
The spaceships of Zoran have been searching for other warm-blooded people for thousands of years. When they first discovered how to control gravity by trapping Dark Matter and using Dark Energy to propel their spaceships they ventured into space with their first goal the constellation Aquila. As they neared Altair they ran across another spaceship that was on an exploration quest for its world known as Altairon. The Altairon spaceship attacked and attempted to capture them. The Zorans were lucky as they had two other spaceships with them, and they were armed. The Zorans had fought two wars in space against each other to determine who would be their king and control Zoran’s three moons with an asteroid belt that stretched like a snake’s tail through their galaxy. In the ensuing battle they were able to destroy the attacker. Upon examination of the enemy spaceship they found that it was manned by cold-blooded five fingered mammals who were strictly meat eaters. They called them Altairons after the area where the attack took place. From that day on every time they approached the constellation Aquila they could expect to be set upon by Altairon spaceships. Now the Zorans were looking for planets that had an atmosphere, temperature, and were about the same size as Zoran in the Milky Way. They needed someone to help them stop the Altairons or a place to make a new home for their people before the Altairons found the planet Zoran.
Earth came to their attention for two reasons. First it was similar to Zoran and second they had noticed an explosion in 1945 that was atomic in form coming from Alamogordo, New Mexico. A plus was that the people of the earth were warm-blooded, and knew how to fight. In fact they were now fighting each other in a Second World War that they believed would end all wars. Twenty years before they had fought World War One to end all wars. All wars on earth after WW-II would have other names and reasons given for fighting but the real reason was always the same. Both sides would claim that God was on their side and that the enemy was the people who believed or acted different than they did. Sometimes the people were told that one side or the other lived to well, have too much money, to much oil, or treated their people cruelly but the real reason was power and money.
The Zorans believe in one God and have Ghost Talkers whose leader was called a Prophet of God. Their government was a monarchy ruled by king with the support of a royal family. Earth was mostly filled with people who believed in the same God as the Zorans but with some of the people ruled under a monarchy, some under a dictatorship, some under a republic, or a democrat government. There were two great drawbacks to meeting face to face with them and asking for their help.
One problem was that the earth was full of people who were now fighting each other over the proper way to worship and the procedures to follow to obtain a place in God’s Kingdom. The other problem was that the Zorans had weapons that were more advanced than any atomic bomb, so any nation they helped would be able to destroy all others. If they made direct contact with one of these nations then the earth could be destroyed even before the Altairons found them.
During the Zoran’s space wars they had developed a method to stop any group of people or a king from gaining absolute power. The method was simple and it worked. They would appoint a Battle Captain to fight their battles. These warriors would be known as Hero’s of the Kingdom, and after the fight was over they would place him, his officers, and all who had became warriors in suspended animation or deep sleep. The idea was to wake them when they were needed again and in this way there would be no rebelling against the king. The only problem was that no warrior had ever been taken out of deep sleep as only the king could order an awaking.
Now they needed leaders and warriors who could fight, but while they had warriors who were in deep sleep the king would not allow for anyone to be awakened. There was no way he or his advisors would take a chance on a Zoran leader, who was a hero of the kingdom, taking power away from the king. It was decided that if a Battle Captain could be found on earth then he would be used. No one would care if he and his officers were put to sleep after a battle and never awakened. The hunt for an earthman to become their Battle Captain was a long one.
The need was fast approaching when they would have to fight to save their planet as the Ghost Talkers were reporting that Altairons were now hunting Zoran spaceships for the food they carried. It seems that they didn’t understand that the crews were not part of the spaceship’s food supplies. On all Altairion spaceships warm-blooded people were only kept onboard as live food. They were easy to feed and were left to themselves until meal time when one or two were put in a pit where the Altairon crew could tare off parts during the eating period. With proper care a Altairon food-master could keep the spaceship’s crew fed for almost two years. If they could find Zoran they would have a food supply available until they reached earth. Warm-blooded humans were like cattle and were the favored food of the Altairons.
The Zorans had first visited earth just after the Mesozoic Era when dinosaurs no longer roamed the land. There was only one large landmass on the planet during this period, so they established a base where their survey spaceships and crews could rest as they studied earth. As the mapping of earth continued more and more spaceships arrived. The base soon became a large city of thousands known as Atlantis. During this period the earth was unstable with many earthquakes and volcano eruptions causing the landmass to start separating into many continents. The Zorans had constructed lines and signs on the land areas that could only be seen when a spaceship was circling earth for landing, and they could still be used today if the land had not broken and drifted apart. Even with all their advance engineering knowledge they could not stop the loss of their city. The King ordered every one to return to Zoran and thousands of planet years would pass before they again returned to earth. Only this time their visits were to study earthmen and women to see if they could live and work in a space environment.
During WW II and even before, the Zorans had been looking for and seeking a Battle Captain. Over many years they had kidnapped people from all over the world. Some came from farms and others from towns. They were young and old, men and women from all nationalities. They were studied and tested to learn what was needed to keep an earthling alive and healthy in space but none had met the test to be a Battle Captain of Zoran.
All Zoran’s spaceships were built six hundred feet long with a one hundred fifty-foot beam and eight decks. Each spaceship carried five saucers shaped scouts or survey ships. All flying saucers had three or more crewmembers who came from Zoran’s first moon. These astronauts were small and hairless with large slanted eyes. They weighed less than a hundred pounds and were three fingered but they were not trained for fighting. They were picked for their ability to withstand high “G” forces, see in poor light, and were used to living with low gravity. On the planet Zoran the men averaged fifty pounds heaver than the females with wavy golden hair on their heads, and gold colored beards or face hair. They had five fingers and looked a lot like an earth mans except they were about a foot shorter. Most men and women were a little over five feet tall but there were a few differences that weren’t noticed at first. On Zoran both of the men and women’s sexual organs were separate, and were not used for other bodily functions. They were located in the same place on the body and used in the same way, but the Zoran men’s penis, something like an earth raccoon, gave him a full time erection. It was used only for sex and was a little longer than an earth mans, but he had to squat to pee as the uriniferous tube was connected to the tailbone. The women had smooth fair skin with golden hair on their heads and could accept a male at any time but they only came into heat every six months. Touch made a female ready for sex, and the male was tuned on by color. A female was in heat for ten days. After that period her skin’s color turned pale almost white and then ever day thereafter it started to turn a darker red until she was fertile again. To be sure that earth peoples were compatible with Zorans they had tested them with their spaceship’s Zoran’s guardsmen to see if they could impregnate earth women and found that they could.
Each spaceship carried a crew of four hundred with a spaceship’s Master, Science Officer, Load Master, Medical Officer, Ghost Talker, Purser, Engineer Officer, Navigator, Robotic Officer, Training Officer, Personnel Officer, Hotel Manager, Commander of the spaceship’s Guard, Law Officer, and in case of war a Battle Captain. The spaceship also carried ten scientists who were selected by the universities on Zoran. Each officer and scientist had a E3B2 robot assistant that observed and sent all records to the spaceship’s master computer.
All Zoran spaceship’s articles prescribe that the Master of the spaceship and eighty percent of the crew must be female. The following officers must also be female, Medical Officer, Personnel Officer, Purser, Hotel Manager, and Robotic Officer. The following officers would be male, the Battle Captain, spaceship’s Guard Commander, and Law Officer. All other officers could be of either gender. The Ghost Talker wore a white robe that completely covered the head and body. The robe had designs in gold and silver that showed the galaxies. Some galaxies were continually changing as other stars were added or removed, so the robe seemed almost alive. Around the neck was a cord of gold with a jewel representing a star, but it was actually a language translator. When a Ghost Talker spoke all had the same voice in any language. In this manor no one would know the gender of God’s representative. They also spoke among themselves in a Ghost Talker’s language similar to Latin, which was known by the crewmembers as God’s voice. They could contact Ghost Talkers through out all the galaxies by telepathic means in real time.
The spaceship’s name that visited earth looking for a Battle Captain was named “Adventurer”. The Zorans had four spaceships, hundreds of flying saucers, and one starship that was four times larger than a spaceship. The flying saucers or scout ships were lightly armed and normally carried a crew of three. One pilot, one navigator, and a gunnery officer or a medical doctor. In a pinch they could also carry three passengers.
The king controlled all the assignment of crewmembers to a spaceship that would be traveling through space and time. The firepower of a spaceship was so great and the time a spaceship was on a mission hundreds of planets years could pass, so great care was taken to prevent a threat to the power of the King and his ruling family. No military general or any of the kingdoms other great families were allowed to send a son on a space mission. On all spaceships visiting earth one of the king’s daughters would be assigned as the robotic officer. In this way the ruling family attempted to prevent a change of power.
A Space Lieutenant commanded the spaceship’s guard, which consisted of thirty troopers and crew for five scout ships. In time of war or an attack they came under the direct command of the Battle Captain. The spaceship’s articles required that ten guardsmen had to be on duty protecting the crews’ quarter’s twenty-four hours a day. Each guardsman had a Z1M1 robot guard at his post to stand watch if one of the crew needed his services in their cabin. After standing guard duty for eight hours they had to perform calisthenics, weapons training, and class work for another eight hours. The last eight hours of their workday was for sleeping and eating. As the search for a Battle Captain was a long one the spaceship would change to earth time upon leaving Zoran and its twenty-six hour day. In this manor everyone was adopted to earth before the spaceship arrived.
The Robotic Officer had three types of robots assigned to her section and three maintenance technicians each specializing in a different type of robot. The E3B2 robot was a general-purpose assistant machine. It was three feet tall, about a foot around, and attached as an aid to a scientist by telepathic means. It could float a foot above the deck and move to where ever its owner was. It was normally in the same room with its assigned officer or scientist. It recorded all conversations, took pictures, and was a mega computer. It could change its outer color and translate all languages except the Ghost Talker’s language. It could communicate telepathy with other robots and could use sound to speak with crewmembers. It could operate in space and under water. There were two handles on it for the owner’s use in holding onto if it was being used as a tug or for towing in space or water. It could take photographs or show a holograph moving picture. Each E3B2 robot could send and receive messages from other robots while at the same time recording all the activities around it. All information collected by the E3B2 robot was transmitted to the spaceship’s master computer to become part of the spaceship’s log on a daily bases.
The Z1M1 was a Telamon Robot Computer shaped like a spaceship’s guardsman. It was four feet tall and designed as a warrior who would carry and operate infantry weapons. It would accept orders from the spaceship’s Guard Commander or the Battle Captain. They could also talk to other robots and to Zorans by sound. As a defensive weapon they could transmit a holograph of them selves. They could operate in space or under water without special gear and lift themselves over ten feet in normal earth gravity. There were fifty Z1M1 robots stored in-groups of two within compartments through out the spaceship.
The G1G2 was a Telamon Robot Computer shaped like a Ghost Talker. It was eight feet from its base to the top of the crown on its head, twice as tall of any Z1M1 robot guardsman, wore the robes of a Ghost Talker, and spoke to the Ghost Talkers in their language. It weighs over a thousand pounds, and needed assistance to move. It could transmit and receive information from the spaceship’s master computer over a distance that was light years away from its location. It could transmit a holograph and speak in different languages by telepathic means or by sound. In its base there was enough atomic explosive to destroy a major city, and from its eyes it could shoot a particle beam one hundred and fifty feet vaporizing a man-size object. It was designed to draw energy from any power source that operated within a hundred feet of its location or from any light source. It was also designed to operate for over a thousand years without maintenance. Every spaceship carried one located in a shrine on board the spaceship. In case of capture by the Altairons it would destroy the spaceship. Most spaceships carried two G1G2 robots in storage that were left on planets to be found if the Altairons showed up. They could be activated for destruction only by a battle captain or by three individuals unknowing speaking the Altairon language. Only a battle captain could disarm a G1G2 robot once it was activated.
After hearing recordings of the air battles between aircraft during WWII the Training Officer started English language courses for all crewmembers as the primary speaking language for the search to locate a battle captain. In July 1945 the search was narrowed to New Mexico in the United States, and then in 1947 to the area of Roswell, New Mexico. Roswell Army Airfield home of the 509th Bomb Group was the first US Air Force Base and the worlds first airbase used to store and deliver an atomic bomb.
The King of Zoran decided that this was the place where they had the best chance of finding a battle captain.
The Ghost Talkers were reporting that the Altairons were capturing spaceships within months of Zoran. The king was insisting that a battle captain had to be picked now, and he suggested that it should be near where the atomic bomb was developed. The Adventurer was ordered to proceed directly to the Constellation Aquila after selecting a battle captain with out returning home.
All of the flying saucers had been scattered around the world searching for a man to become the Adventurer’s Battle Captain, and would have to be recalled so the search could be conducted in the area near Roswell Army Airfield. The spaceship’s Master had the Adventurer proceeded out beyond Mars. Then she ordered all its flying saucers to return to the spaceship and prepare for the capture of a battle captain. Over a year of earth time passed before the Adventurer was able to return to the earth to begin the final search.
In 1947 the flying saucers were ordered to proceed to Roswell, New Mexico, and to fly low over the land, so that the people could see them. The plan was to attract enough attention that the US Army and Air Force would try to attack them. The idea was to locate the man leading or directing the attack, and then capture him. He would be offered the position of Battle Captain but not told that he would be put in a deep sleep capsule after the battle. All good plans turn to shit when things go wrong and this day it did. As the flying saucers slowed down to just below the speed of sound one of the pilots not familiar with the thick air and high gravity of earth let his speed creep up to a thousand miles per hour. The flying saucer was at two hundred feet when it became unstable and hit the ground. Two dead and one captured by the soldiers. It was a loss that no one could have foreseen, and time had run out in the search for a battle captain.
FINDING A BATTLE CAPTAIN
I’m an E3B2 robot, the personal assistant to Princess Morning Light the robotic officer of the spaceship Adventurer. Like other E3B2 robots all data I collect is directly transmitted to the master computer on the spaceship, and then once a week every thing is transmitted to the king’s computer on Zoran. I have been to earth many times before with scientists on the spaceship Adventurer studying earthmen and women. This visit was different as we had come to seek the help of earth to save our world. It was 1947-earth time and over a hundred years had passed on Zoran since we had started our journey. Even if we could find someone to help us it will be another two hundred planet years before the help will be available for our world. It’s a matter of time and distance but earth is our only hope.
Now my Princess Morning Light is not only a very young pretty girl, but being the daughter of the King of Zoran she is independent and strong willed. She knows that it would be over two hundred planet years before she returns to Zoran and while she could not be a king she intends to have a son who will be. As the Robotic Officer of the spaceship Adventurer she spent the time traveling to earth changing my programs and internal chips, so that I did not involuntary transmit to the spaceship’s master computer. In fact I was changed, so I could ask for and receive information without a record being kept. The master computer was directed to forget that I existed and was given short prerecorded messages to send to the king’s computer. She even had a rotating ball placed on my topside that was a particle beam projector, which could vaporize a target twenty feet away. Now I could see 360* and destroy anything I could see without moving. I have become the most powerful E3B2 robot in the universe.
When the Adventurer reached the earth’s moon the spaceship’s Master had an orbit established that held the spaceship on the its dark side away from earth’s view. Only then did she send for Morning Light. As the Princess entered the office of the spaceship’s Master I drifted in beside her and settled down against the wall. No one ever pays attention to a robot assistant as it is always there. It’s something like looking at a person’s watch. The spaceship’s Master and the Commander of the guardsmen were the only ones in the office when she entered.
“Morning Light I want you to take a team of two Z1M1 robot guardsmen to Roswell Air Base and bring back an earth pilot to be our Battle Captain,” the spaceship’s Master said.
“Master, I’ll need two scout ships to carry everyone back to the Adventurer after we get our man,” Morning Light replied.
“There will be two flying saucers and two Z1M1 robot guardsmen assigned to you for this mission. They will be on the flight hanger deck when you are ready to leave,” the Commander answered.
Then the spaceship’s Master said, “Be careful! Don’t let anyone on earth see you. Try and capture our new Battle Captain in a remote area to avoid attention. Earthlings are easy to capture, so you should be back in two or three days. Good hunting!”
In one flying saucer with its crew were the two Z1M1 robot guardsmen and in the other one with the crew were Morning Light, and myself. I had to move fast to get aboard as no one thinks about their E3B2 robot assistants. The flying saucers were programmed to enter earth’s atmosphere at night staying above sixty thousand feet over the old Roswell Army Airfield and holding in a waiting pattern. Morning Light would be looking for a pilot who was leaving the airbase and proceeding away from the city of Roswell. From this altitude she could see everyone leaving the airbase, and with the scout ship’s visual instrument systems she could even see their clothing and features. It was just after daylight when two men left through the main gate of the airbase riding on an Indian motorcycle. Morning Light got very excited and told our pilot that both men were wearing flight jackets, so they must be pilots. I was not so sure.
They left the airbase headed toward town but then they continued to the civilian airfield. Now I was getting interested. As we watched they went into one of the hangers, and a few minutes later you could see them rolling out a small two-place Taylorcraft airplane. It was the smallest flying machine I’d ever seen. As they got in I could see that they sat side by side instead of one behind the other. They flew away from the town towards Roswell Springs. Morning Light radioed the other flying saucer telling them to follow us. She then told our pilot to fly around the town to the mud flats near the springs and get there before the little aircraft arrived. Our scout pilot landed us on the dirt road that crossed the mud flats so we could hide and wait in ambush to capture those Air Force pilots. She radioed the Z1M1 robot guardsmen and told them to freeze-ray the pilots as soon as they got out of their plane. Then she said, “After they are down I’ll pick the one we want to keep. We’ll leave before anyone knows we were here.”
After dropping us off the scout ships left to wait for her signal to return and make the pick up. A lot of people must have seen the flying saucers land as it was a bright clear morning, just before noon in New Mexico. While we were waiting on the road looking out onto the mud flats we heard cars coming down the road. There were cars and pickup trucks full of people and every pickup had one or two barking dogs. It was a one-track dirt road that was built up about four feet above the mud that crossed the flats to the spring. There wasn’t much wind, just a gentle breeze, and the vehicles were making a lot of dust. It was so bad that everyone including our team was covered with it. All the earth people stopped to watch the small airplane land on the dried mud. It landed near the middle of the flat area, and you could see its wheels starting to sink into the mud as it stopped. The mud had only dried on the top in the hot New Mexico sun and looked like dried eight-inch checkered blocks but it was still soft and sticky about an inch below the surface. Morning Light just stood there with our two Z1M1 robot guardsmen surrounded by earth people watching the little plane’s wheels sink into the mud. The pilots got out, one on each side. Then they lifted the plane until the wheels were out of the mud, with the engine at full throttle they started to run, and at the same time lifting. As the plane gained lift the pilot on the right side let go and fell off into the mud. The other pilot threw himself at the plane. He didn’t quite make it. He was half in and half out of the aircraft. His legs and body from his waist down was hanging outside in the wind.
Suddenly Morning Light screamed, “Jump! It’s going to hit us.” One guardsman and all the earth people jumped off the road away from the oncoming aircraft. The people running to get out of the way of the oncoming plane knocked Morning Light, the other guardsman, and myself off of the road toward the oncoming plane.
Now this earth pilot was good, as he was able to fly while hanging half out of the aircraft. He made the plane jump into the air but it wasn’t ready to fly yet, so it bounced onto the road and back into the air again. I stopped at a hover about eight inches above the mud, so I could see everything that was happening. The Z1M1 robot guardsman hit face down in the mud. Morning Light ended up sitting in the mud, her legs straight out, splatters of mud on her face, and all through her golden hair. Before anyone could do anything, here came that plane again. It landed on the road just above us. Everyone watched as the other pilot climbed up onto the road, got into the right seat, and off they went.
Now I’ve seen mad crew women and once the spaceship’s Master before, but I’ve never seen anyone get as mad and red in the face as our team leader, and she wasn’t even in full heat. She was so mad that I heard her on the radio saying, “Come pick us up! I’ll get that son of a bitch if it kills him.” Not very lady-like, but she was one very angry princess. All those earthmen and women must have seen our flying saucers and Morning Light but no one was paying us any attention. They were all talking about the plane and those crazy Air Force pilots. As we got aboard our scout ship she called out, “Follow that plane! I want that pilot.”
The small plane landed back at the civilian airport and parked near the hanger from where it had left a few hours ago. Morning Light said, “Land me next to the hanger.” Our pilot complained that everyone would know we were a flying saucer.
“Just land on the runway and taxi in like a plane and let me off,” she ordered. “I’ll radio when and where I want to be picked up after I get him.” I guess she meant our new Battle Captain.
The two men were washing the mud off the plane as she walked up brushing her hair with one hand. “Which one of you is the pilot of this thing?” she asked, pointing at the plane.
One young man spoke up and said, “I guess that’s me.” He was six feet tall, weighing about 155 pounds, with black hair and brown eyes. The top of his ears rounded off and he was somewhere near 23 years old. He was at least six inches taller than she was, nothing like a Zoran. He laughed and said, “I’m Steve LaBaron.”
“I’m Morning Light,” my princess said, smiling sweetly. Then she asked what it was like to ride on a motorcycle.
He answered with a question, “How would you like to ride out to the military airfield, the home of the 509th Bomb Group and see the B-29 Enola Gay? It’s the plane that carried the first atomic bomb.”
I knew she couldn’t say no for this was earth history in the making and one of her passions. Also, the spaceship’s scientists had been studying the question on how the atomic bomb was delivered to a target. It was now getting late in the day. She said, “Oh, yes, let’s go now.” I worried about how I was going to get to the airfield but she just picked me up by one handle and when he asked, “What’s that?” She answered saying that it was her luggage. He placed me in one of the saddlebags and asked the other pilot to get a ride on the bus back to the airbase. He agreed and seemed to think that it was funny for he laughed when he told the princess that he hoped she would have fun.
On the way to Roswell Air Base he turned onto Main Street, one of Roswell’s busiest streets, and stopped. “What’s wrong?” Morning Light asked.
“It’s been a hot day. We can get a drink here before we look at the Enola Gay. It’s more exciting to see it just after it gets dark,” he answered.
“This looks like a bank,” she said.
“You’re right, it does; but the bank closed and now it’s a bar called “The Bank Bar.” I think it serves more people now than when it was a bank,” he answered.
I spoke to Morning Light telling her that we weren’t supposed to let earth people see us. Also that the spaceship’s Master had given strict orders not to waste time. “Shut up! I’ll fix you when we get back to the spaceship,” she informed me. I didn’t know anything was wrong with my program, and I sure didn’t like the idea of it being changed. I used the time while waiting in the saddlebag to brief the two Z1M1 robot guardsmen on just what to do when they got to the B29 Enola Gay. Now all the earth people in the bar that day got to see a real alien spacewoman. She was 110 pounds, five feet six inches tall, dainty pointed ears, with golden hair, and beneath her crown of glory were eyes, blue like the New Mexico skies of summer with cheeks having a rosy glow like Roswell’s morning light.
Morning Light had never drunk anything with earth alcohol in it before. “Steve, just get me cold water,” she said.
“Ok, but have you ever tasted orange juice?” he asked.
“No, what is it made of?” she asked.
“Oranges grow on trees and taste sweet,” he answered.
“That’ll be fine.”
“Bartender, two large Screwdrivers, please,” Steve ordered.
Morning Light took a sip of the drink. “This is good. Can I have another one?” Morning Light asked. It was dark before they came out of the Bank Bar and Morning Light was laughing and happier than I’d ever seen her. All the earth men seemed to like the alien spacewoman, but I did notice that the earth women coming out of the bar acted like they wanted her to go back to Zoran.
It’s a good thing that our guardsmen were Z1M1 robots as I could communicate telepathically with all robots over great distances. Just before we left the airport I notified our flying saucers to locate a B-29 named the Enola Gay, and then drop our robot guardsmen near it. I instructed everyone to stay out of sight. Morning Light had everything planned—but plans can go wrong.
On the ride out to the Air Force Base I couldn’t see anything from inside of the saddlebag. With the wind and noise of the motorcycle engine I couldn’t hear anything either. All my instructions were coming from Morning Light by telepathy. We only slowed down at the gate. Our Battle Captain drove through with a wave and went directly to the flight line. I was already thinking of him as our Battle Captain. There was the Enola Gay parked near the operations building next to the road. As they got off the motorcycle Morning Light took me out of the saddlebag and set me down beside the bike. I heard Steve tell her that to get up to the flight deck you had to go into the aft gunner’s station, and then lie on a cart that would roll through a tunnel to the navigation compartment.
This didn’t sound right but he seemed to have done it before and knew just where everything was. I instructed our two robot guardsmen to go forward and look for another way in. They found a hatch in the nose wheel well that opened into the flight deck. They climbed up onto the navigation station, eased around the forward top gun turret, and got ready to grab the pilot as he came out of the tunnel. I drifted up to the rear gunner’s compartment where I could look in and watch to see when they would start into the tunnel. First, the Princess climbed up into the tunnel and lay face down on the cart. Then Steve reached up and felt her ass as he started to slide in with her. He must have had good hands for she tried to position herself so he could mount, but the tunnel was too small. She kicked off her shorts while he helped pull on them. He kept trying to turn her over while she was kicking, trying to raise her ass. If they had asked me I could have told them that it was impossible to join together as the tunnel was too small. All this action started the cart down the tunnel. It was dark now and you couldn’t see, but you could hear her telling him, “Do it now!”
The next thing I heard was one of the guardsmen hollering, “I’ve got him.”
Morning Light cried out, “Let him go!”
Then the other guardsman called out, “I’ve got him.”
My Princess screamed, “That’s me you fool. Let him go!” She was swearing and hitting. One guardsman cried out that he had stun-gunned him. Then Morning Light went crazy. She started to kick and beat the guardsmen. Everyone fell out of the B-29. She kept swinging and beating the two robot guardsmen and at the same time yelling at me to shoot them.
The American pilot was lying on the ground where he was dropped. His pants were down around his ankles but he was knocked out and sleeping.
I called for our flying saucers and once again they came onto an airfield where all could see them, only this time it was a B 29 airfield with a control tower. Somehow the Z1M1 robot guardsmen got our new Battle Captain aboard one of the scout ships, and we left in a hurry. As they loaded him our princess was kicking them and screaming, “Let him go.” The guardsmen, our captive, and the flying saucer crew got in one flying saucer while Morning Light and I got in the other one. Then we headed back to the moon and our spaceship.
I knew that this wasn’t over, and that I’d have to make a report to our spaceship’s master computer as soon as we were back. There was no way we could cover up what had happened. Morning Light looked like she had been run over by a truck. She had lost her shorts and was wearing only the top part of her uniform and it was torn. Both of our robot guardsmen were going to have to go in for a complete overhaul. The new Battle Captain was getting a good sleep and I didn’t have any mud or dirt on me.
I started to try and figure out what had happened and then it came to me. Our new Battle Captain had just outmaneuvered our Princess. He knew what he was going to do when he got her into the Enola Gay. Only when he was taken out of the picture before he could finish getting our lady satisfied did she lose her cool. She just reacted like any female Zoran would and fought for her man. It’s a good thing she was the king’s daughter as we had broken every rule in the spaceship’s articles.
It must also be the reason why the US Government has never acknowledged flying saucers; or that our flying saucers had ever been on Roswell Army Airfield or had even flown near the city. When we first visited this area in 1945, the airfield was known as Roswell Army Airfield, but in June 1947, the United States of America had formed a US Air Force, so now its name must be Roswell Air Force Base. When we left earth to regroup just beyond the planet Mars, there were wars going on all over the world, but it’s now 1967 and the big war is over. One Battle Captain shouldn’t be missed.
I tried to telepathically speak to Morning Light, but she was still too mad to listen—and getting madder by the minute. I then started transmitting an edited version to the spaceship’s master computer. I reported that we had been in a great battle on a US Air Force Base and that we had won. Also, that we were returning with a great fighter and leader. I then reported that as an E3B2 robot I had stayed in the battle and kept communications open allowing for the successful completion of the mission. There’s no reason to get melted down or used for spare parts because of a woman’s love life.
THE ZORAN SPACESHIP
“ADVENTURER”
The Master of the Adventurer was so pleased with our capture of the Battle Captain and of our bravery that, She, the Commander of the guardsmen, and the Chief Surgeon were on the hanger deck waiting for us when we arrived. I heard the spaceship’s Master gasp for breath when Morning Light climbed out of the scout ship with her uniform in rags and no bottom. Then the two robot guardsmen came out of the other flying saucer and all could see that they had been in a real battle. Even a Z1M1 robot guardsman could limp and one’s arm wasn’t able to move. The spaceship’s Master spoke, “check the Battle Captain. Be sure he isn’t hurt.” As the medical personnel moved him onto a stretcher, everyone could see that his uniform was neat and clean with only a few wrinkles, and he was asleep. He must be a great warrior if he could do so much damage without any effort. All the spaceship’s crew were glued to their TV and computer monitors, so they could watch our return to the Adventurer. I did get one message from Morning Light. I think it went “I’ve got a few more changes to make on one E3B2 robot.”
In the excitement of the medical personnel moving the Battle Captain to the spaceship’s infirmary and Morning Light trying to get to her quarters I was able to disappear. I drifted into the library. I knew that no one would look for me there. I missed the instructions by the spaceship’s Master to the Chief Surgeon about what medical procedures she was to perform on our new Battle Captain; but I knew when they were completed for suddenly I was able to receive questions from a stranger’s mind. Then I received a message from the master computer telling me that I was needed at the hospital. Off I went to report to the Chief Surgeon. The spaceship’s Master and Morning Light were also waiting for me. The spaceship’s Master said, “Assign this E3B2 robot to the Battle Captain so he can start learning the spaceship’s systems.”
“Madam, this is my assigned E3B2,” Morning Light said.
“Assign yourself another one; we have no time to waste,” the spaceship’s Master answered.
Then the Chief Surgeon said, “I’ve already implanted a strong telepathic transceiver in our new Battle Captain,” and then laughing said that she had also made an improvement we would all enjoy.
“What did you do?” Morning Light asked.
The Surgeon replied, “I’ve fixed him so he won’t spray the walls in the head. You know we’ve always had problems with earth people when the men had to use the head, but not this one.” Morning Light looked kind of sick until the Surgeon laughed again and said, “Look!” She pulled back the sheet and showed her that she had moved his urine tube, so that he had to sit down to pee.
Morning Light asked how soon he would be awake and able to function. She was told that in about a week he would be as good as new. Then she looked at me and telepathically said, “Stay with him, and don’t leave him. Tell him to wait until I see him before he talks to anyone.” She didn’t have to worry, as I didn’t want to be melted down by the spaceship’s Master if she found out what had really happened at Roswell.
Now that I was assigned as the assistant to the Battle Captain I could stay in the hospital room with him. Suddenly he spoke to me. He was so clear that I checked to see if he was still in the bed before I realized he was speaking to me with his mind. He asked me to let him see with my eyes. Now I see with camera lenses 360* at the same time and do not turn. I just receive the image I want from this picture. There was no way he could see with my system but I let him try. He then told me to pick a spot on the front of my container that was half way between my handles, and transmit this image to him. Then to change the image, I could turn so he would see as if he was looking through his eyes. It worked, and I found that with a little practice, I didn’t have to move my container, but could move the pictures as if he were in me looking out. Then he had me drift from room to room and finally I went to each cabin and every section of the spaceship. I drifted slowly and received a lot of strange looks as E3B2 robots are usually with their assigned crewmember, but no one stopped or questioned me. At the same time as he was studying the spaceship, he was also learning languages and receiving information on the crew. Some information, like history, I didn’t have, but I interlinked with the spaceship’s master computer which could interlink with the king’s computer on Zoran, so our Battle Captain could learn the history of how the Zorans found and visited earth. All of this took time.