Mojave Desert, California
One hundred twenty degree temperature had caused smoke to rise on top of the sands. A lizard crawled across the blazing surface seconds before a rattlesnake sprang from behind a boulder and viciously sunk its fangs into the poor lizard’s abdomen, before swallowing the lizard whole.
A 2028 model black convertible Hz Hummer sped across the desert surface running directly over the top of the snake’s head, burying the squashed serpent’s brain fragments underneath the terrain. In the Hummer two N.S.F. agents, dressed in black suits and sporting Bluetooth shades, sat up front. Devin and Christie sat in the back seat, wearing gold-tinted Bluetooth shades, while the powerful rays of the noon sun beamed down on their faces.
The Hz Hummer sped through the desert as the blue skies grew darker and the temperature steadily dropped into the negatives. The convertible Hummer transformed into a hardtop in a matter of seconds. In the short distance up ahead, a double wide trailer rested in the middle of nowhere. The Hummer drove up to the rear of the trailer and parked. The Bartlett23s got out of the vehicle, leaving the two N.S.F. agents in the Hummer, and walked up a short flight of stairs onto the porch.
Devin knocked twice and stepped back to wait. The door opened and Sult and Ijenna stood at the door out of sight of the two agents who sat in the Hummer.
“We’ve been waiting for a long time. Why didn’t you fly here?” Ijenna asked.
“I believe that I may have a breech in my security,” Devin replied.
“Come on in. It’s good to see you,” Sult said.
Ijenna and Sult backed away from the door to allow the Bartlett23s to enter into the trailer. A leather couch set occupied the living room.
“I’ll take you to Sorvrin,” Ijenna offered, walking over to the wall where he pushed a button located on a control panel concealed by a wall portrait. Two sections of the center living room floor slid open and a stairway descended down into the gaping hole.
Ijenna and Sult led the Bartlett23s down the staircase, through a long corridor, and into a spacious laboratory. The laboratory was completed by computers and various electronic paraphernalia. Sorvrin sat at a computer.
“Sorvrin, you have guests,” Ijenna announced.
Sorvrin whirled around in his swivel chair to face the Bartlett23s, Sult, and Ijenna. “The Bartlett23s, I’ve been expecting you. So what is it that you want to talk about? Renewing your planet?”
Devin and Christie walked over by Sorvrin and sat down on chairs that were positioned across from him.
“The Clisstorian is at your disposal. Why haven’t you gone home yet?”
“Yes, but we don’t know if we should go back in time as well. We are caught up in indecision. If we teleport home we would face charges that are punishable by breathlessness. But if we teleport and travel back in time to where we finished schooling, we would have erased our history here with you.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“We are still debating…So what is it that you two want me to decide upon?”
“We need acceptance into that Galactic School of Science, the school you once told me about as a child.”
“And you need these abilities for what?”
“To rule this planet like gods!” Christie interrupted.
“Your Earth is dying. Pretty soon there will be nothing left to rule,” Sorvrin said, shaking his head in shame.
“Not if we eliminate 98% of the human population,” Christie said, straining her eyes like some mentally ill patient.
Sorvrin faced Devin. “I’ve informed you in a lot of universal knowledge, but not all. I’ve left some matters secret. I never told you about the Guzuss, the universe’s high government. And what you’re planning could cause them to destroy you. However, you can obtain their approval,” Sorvrin advised.
“How do we do that?” Devin asked.
“First of all you’ll need to go to the Aquatic Depths, Strunt Island, a terraformed satellite that is located in the Tibuluar Star System. There you’ll find the Universal Government Center. And there you’ll meet the Guzuss. The oxygen is high, nitrogen and carbon is low. The gravity is high so you’ll feel heavier, but you can breathe the air.
“Okay, we’ve got that. So what about attending the school?” Christie asked.
“To attend the school you’ll need to teleport to Sibuirs. And you’ll need to pay tuition.”
“How much and what type of monetary do they accept?” Devin asked.
“What they will require is much more complex than gold or silver. They’ll want something factual that can’t be explained by science; a phenomenon.”
Devin paused in thought. “I think I do have something like that.”
“What is it that you have?” Sorvrin asked.
“A Dimension Dweller.”
“So you’re in! How do you plan to eliminate your fellow Earthlings?”
“Aprox!” Christie replied, looking excitingly happy.
“That will definitely do the job,” Sorvrin replied.
Devin nodded.
“My Earthling Son, I have a spherical home on the satellite Aquatic Depths. The coordinates that I will give you will teleport you to an area in the vicinity of my unoccupied home. In the garage you’ll find two thruster cycles. A how to operate manual is mounted to the dashboard. You’ll have to drive the cycles twenty-six miles west to the Nirus Bridge system to reach the Galactic School of Science. Also, they will conduct a microbe analysis to vaccinate you against their microbes at the G.S.S. and isolate some of yours.”
“So do you think it’s alright to decide the fate of tomorrow?”
“Yes, I do, if the situation calls for it. But allow me to warn you it’s against universal law for you being there, out of your galaxy and star system. The choice is yours. I can only beg you not to go. The punishment is unknown.”
Devin nodded. “Christie wants to kill our fellow Earthlings to save the planet.”
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