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Mulder followed her in. So close, and yet so far.
"I had Agent Cotah do a carbon-dating test on this woman's clothes. 400 years old. But, she is, conclusively 22 years old. So, I took a sample of cells from several different locations, placed them under a microscope, and did a histogram. I turned up with this. Take a look." She placed several slides over a light. "This is the DNA in the cell that should have recorded moment-to-moment 400 years of this lady's life. It in fact, records over 22 years. The DNA is almost like an internal clock. It records every moment we are alive, and ages appropriately. Apparently, this lady had been given something, I don't know what, that has caused her aging process to slow so much, that it only aged her once every 18 years."
Mulder looked at the charts, then at some other slides that Scully has yet to direct his attention to.
"Those," she said, catching his gaze, "Are a toxin screening I ran. It should have picked up any unnatural toxin in the blood, and have indentified it. It found a toxin, but it regosters as unkown."
Mulder paused to remove a a sunflower seed, trying not to drop it into the corpse.
"Run a test and see if it matches that sample Federico took."
"I don't have the sample wiht me."
"It's in my office. But I do have the results with me. They got mixed in with the file Federico gave me regarding Kosa'peg'gnoci. Here." He handed them to her. She was obviously hoping to get out of this situation, to no avail, of course.
Salt Lake City, Utah. St. Edmund's. Hospital.
Federico entered the Anasazi's room, and asked the translator if she and the patient might speak privatly. The translator, Panus, finnally left, after some, degree of hesitation.
Federico sat down.
"Kosa'peg'gnoci? Mekusa loramotao Che'Federico." ("Hi, I'm Agent Federico.")
"Mekusa."
"Etulokpata?" ("Are you feeling better?")
"Atopasa, katuu. Dolaremuso takata." ("Yes, Thank you. They say I may walk outside today.")
"Opato, opato. Ayresogu latorequa?" (" Great, Great. May I ask you a few questions?")
"Eklosee. Payto." ("I suppose. Go ahead.")
"Atoo maka?" ("Who took you?")
"Araynoso tequatowe." ("People who can walk the stars. We have legends about them.")
"Paysorore.....Tell me about these legends."
"We have many stories, but this one is a warning. The people who roam the universe cannot be trusted, for they are so imbalanced do to so much uprooting and a tumultous past, they have ruined their ideals forever."
"So they abduct people."
"They aren't random people," Kosa'peg'gnoci shook her head. "Planned people, people or races, that hold a special meaning to them."
"Why did they take you and your people?"
"Because we remind them of their past, their origins."
"Their origins?"
"All people who walk this earth came from the same race of the stars, but we, the Anasazi, and many other groups, had different ideals as these Taylotha Pahh, Unsettled ones, as we call them, who believed in vengence and getting their waay any way they can. They want advancment, and to control the universe, and to do that, they need to know the pysiology of other races. IT is WHY we were taken. But many don't believe the stories. At one time they did, but the children of the elders' have begun to disregard them."
"We have stories to. About these Taylotha Pahh, though we call them aliens. Many believe they want to take over the earth, and to do so they want to make alien-human hybrids. They abduct us to experiment on us to test us, see if we will make suitable patients."
"Do you believe these stories?"
"I don't know," Federico looked around before reestablishing eye-contact, "Many do. Many don't. I feel that there are aliens, Taylotha Pahh, and some are bad. But I don't believe all are."
"You would have made a good Anasazi, you try and be optomistic to what gives a premonition of evil."
Federico smiled.
"Anasazi? What does it mean?"
"Ancient ones. It means that we are the original people, or the balanced people."
"Balanced?"
"Most at peace. Or at harmony with nature."
Federico smiled.
"Your village-"
"Tekawathapotah Utahlolee."
"Tekawathapotah OOtahlolee. Its a beuatifull name. Ummm. What does it mean?"
"Place of soft waters."
"Lovely. Why that name, though?"
"There was a round lake, huge, and very salty there. It would softly wash on shore."
"Salt lake?"
"Yes."
"There is a lake around here, of salt."
"May I go?"
"I'll see if I can check you out."
"Apalaytoosah, Thank you."
The light shined off the water, making it glisten. Kosa'peg'gnoci walked down to its edge and closed her eyes. Breathing in the salty air, atlast. It brought back a flood of memories as she turned to face Federico, who she had taken to calling "Pekuwotha," or "My Child," and she nearly shed tears.
"Can you tell me where you were taken, Kosa'peg'gnoci? Where Tekawathapotah Utahlolee was?"
"Is."
"Is." Federico repeated.
"You are standing on it."
Federico looked down.
"Pekuwotha, I know this place. I recognize the trees, the inlets. This is Tekawathapotah Utahlolee. This is Place Of Soft Waters."
Federico smiled. It was touching to see Kosa'peg'gnoci look upon her homeland that she hadn't seen in over 700 years again, and recognize every bend as though she'd never left.
"That hill," she said pointing, "Is a burial site, Etuwahlotah."
"May I contact people to excavate Tekawathapotah Utahlolee?"
"Yes," she said, almost hesitating. "But Pekuwotha, please, don't tell them of Etuwahlotah. It is sacred. And they must not know about it."
"You have my word."
Federico smiled. If they could find Tekawathapotah Utahlolee here, it would prove the validity of Kosa'peg'gnoci for sure.
"Mulder."
"Mulder, it's me."
"Oh, no. Is it Me-Me, or the impersonator-me."
"The impersonator-me, and I resent that."
"Hey, Federico."
"HI ya'. I spoke with Kosa'peg'gnoci today. Lotta good information. You'd be surprised...."
"Well. Tell me something I don't know."
"Apparently, they, the Anasazi, were abducted cause they reminded the aliens about their origins. Its a whole mess of stuff, I'm faxing the details."
"I see it," Mulder said, approaching the fax machine.
"Where are you now?" He asked, reviewing it.
"Salt Lake, we've uncovered something proving Kosa'peg'gnoci's validity....You and Sculls ought to come down here."
Mulder cracked his neck, then hung up his phone. He set down the bag of groceries he had been carrying and made his way for the door. Scully was gonna be maadd. She really hated when they flew cross-country every other day when she didn't even think a case was worth sneezing over.
Mulder followed her in. So close, and yet so far.
"I had Agent Cotah do a carbon-dating test on this woman's clothes. 400 years old. But, she is, conclusively 22 years old. So, I took a sample of cells from several different locations, placed them under a microscope, and did a histogram. I turned up with this. Take a look." She placed several slides over a light. "This is the DNA in the cell that should have recorded moment-to-moment 400 years of this lady's life. It in fact, records over 22 years. The DNA is almost like an internal clock. It records every moment we are alive, and ages appropriately. Apparently, this lady had been given something, I don't know what, that has caused her aging process to slow so much, that it only aged her once every 18 years."
Mulder looked at the charts, then at some other slides that Scully has yet to direct his attention to.
"Those," she said, catching his gaze, "Are a toxin screening I ran. It should have picked up any unnatural toxin in the blood, and have indentified it. It found a toxin, but it regosters as unkown."
Mulder paused to remove a a sunflower seed, trying not to drop it into the corpse.
"Run a test and see if it matches that sample Federico took."
"I don't have the sample wiht me."
"It's in my office. But I do have the results with me. They got mixed in with the file Federico gave me regarding Kosa'peg'gnoci. Here." He handed them to her. She was obviously hoping to get out of this situation, to no avail, of course.
Salt Lake City, Utah. St. Edmund's. Hospital.
Federico entered the Anasazi's room, and asked the translator if she and the patient might speak privatly. The translator, Panus, finnally left, after some, degree of hesitation.
Federico sat down.
"Kosa'peg'gnoci? Mekusa loramotao Che'Federico." ("Hi, I'm Agent Federico.")
"Mekusa."
"Etulokpata?" ("Are you feeling better?")
"Atopasa, katuu. Dolaremuso takata." ("Yes, Thank you. They say I may walk outside today.")
"Opato, opato. Ayresogu latorequa?" (" Great, Great. May I ask you a few questions?")
"Eklosee. Payto." ("I suppose. Go ahead.")
"Atoo maka?" ("Who took you?")
"Araynoso tequatowe." ("People who can walk the stars. We have legends about them.")
"Paysorore.....Tell me about these legends."
"We have many stories, but this one is a warning. The people who roam the universe cannot be trusted, for they are so imbalanced do to so much uprooting and a tumultous past, they have ruined their ideals forever."
"So they abduct people."
"They aren't random people," Kosa'peg'gnoci shook her head. "Planned people, people or races, that hold a special meaning to them."
"Why did they take you and your people?"
"Because we remind them of their past, their origins."
"Their origins?"
"All people who walk this earth came from the same race of the stars, but we, the Anasazi, and many other groups, had different ideals as these Taylotha Pahh, Unsettled ones, as we call them, who believed in vengence and getting their waay any way they can. They want advancment, and to control the universe, and to do that, they need to know the pysiology of other races. IT is WHY we were taken. But many don't believe the stories. At one time they did, but the children of the elders' have begun to disregard them."
"We have stories to. About these Taylotha Pahh, though we call them aliens. Many believe they want to take over the earth, and to do so they want to make alien-human hybrids. They abduct us to experiment on us to test us, see if we will make suitable patients."
"Do you believe these stories?"
"I don't know," Federico looked around before reestablishing eye-contact, "Many do. Many don't. I feel that there are aliens, Taylotha Pahh, and some are bad. But I don't believe all are."
"You would have made a good Anasazi, you try and be optomistic to what gives a premonition of evil."
Federico smiled.
"Anasazi? What does it mean?"
"Ancient ones. It means that we are the original people, or the balanced people."
"Balanced?"
"Most at peace. Or at harmony with nature."
Federico smiled.
"Your village-"
"Tekawathapotah Utahlolee."
"Tekawathapotah OOtahlolee. Its a beuatifull name. Ummm. What does it mean?"
"Place of soft waters."
"Lovely. Why that name, though?"
"There was a round lake, huge, and very salty there. It would softly wash on shore."
"Salt lake?"
"Yes."
"There is a lake around here, of salt."
"May I go?"
"I'll see if I can check you out."
"Apalaytoosah, Thank you."
The light shined off the water, making it glisten. Kosa'peg'gnoci walked down to its edge and closed her eyes. Breathing in the salty air, atlast. It brought back a flood of memories as she turned to face Federico, who she had taken to calling "Pekuwotha," or "My Child," and she nearly shed tears.
"Can you tell me where you were taken, Kosa'peg'gnoci? Where Tekawathapotah Utahlolee was?"
"Is."
"Is." Federico repeated.
"You are standing on it."
Federico looked down.
"Pekuwotha, I know this place. I recognize the trees, the inlets. This is Tekawathapotah Utahlolee. This is Place Of Soft Waters."
Federico smiled. It was touching to see Kosa'peg'gnoci look upon her homeland that she hadn't seen in over 700 years again, and recognize every bend as though she'd never left.
"That hill," she said pointing, "Is a burial site, Etuwahlotah."
"May I contact people to excavate Tekawathapotah Utahlolee?"
"Yes," she said, almost hesitating. "But Pekuwotha, please, don't tell them of Etuwahlotah. It is sacred. And they must not know about it."
"You have my word."
Federico smiled. If they could find Tekawathapotah Utahlolee here, it would prove the validity of Kosa'peg'gnoci for sure.
"Mulder."
"Mulder, it's me."
"Oh, no. Is it Me-Me, or the impersonator-me."
"The impersonator-me, and I resent that."
"Hey, Federico."
"HI ya'. I spoke with Kosa'peg'gnoci today. Lotta good information. You'd be surprised...."
"Well. Tell me something I don't know."
"Apparently, they, the Anasazi, were abducted cause they reminded the aliens about their origins. Its a whole mess of stuff, I'm faxing the details."
"I see it," Mulder said, approaching the fax machine.
"Where are you now?" He asked, reviewing it.
"Salt Lake, we've uncovered something proving Kosa'peg'gnoci's validity....You and Sculls ought to come down here."
Mulder cracked his neck, then hung up his phone. He set down the bag of groceries he had been carrying and made his way for the door. Scully was gonna be maadd. She really hated when they flew cross-country every other day when she didn't even think a case was worth sneezing over.
