CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
About twenty miles inside Area 51 was a secret location more secret than the base, a place of rocks and hills, desert sands, and lizard; a place where outlaws once roamed. It was a perfect location for the test. Ed knew if the test succeeded, the two species could survive together, the humans using their emotions, and the Dominants able to search out emotions in others. Attwood would know how to utilize both methods. The Dominants could detect fear even in Stone Cold killers, while Humans could use seduction. And risk getting VD or the cold shoulder from a girl friend just to find out what Madame Chu was hiding!
They had survival training on this land and the small cinders testified to some Air Force airman learning how to make it in a desert location. You had to dig for water and the small scrubs were practically lacking in nourishment.
Attwood and Tate, accompanied by Roderick and Paul drove out there, looking the area over and decided that it would be the perfect place to do their tests. With a generator in the van, they could take readings and prepare for what Roderick and Paul had up their sleeve.
Paul seemed nice enough, but he was still a Dominant. Roderick appeared the type that would smile while he cut out your heart with his fingernails, not a very nice man unless that term applied to Dominant males.
For the tests, they needed homo sapiens, Dominants, and Progenies. They also needed a brain wave indicator that measured reactions to emotions and they had to eliminate the similar patterns of each. For instance, anger was common to all. The Dominants and the Progenies could sense emotions.
Now that did not mean, as was supposed by those who believed in people who could take a brooch and determine that "Harold's in trouble. A car's run him over and he's at Mercy Hospital," or wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, "My brother's dead! I know it we have this bond." It was just that Dominants bypassed the short term memory processing information at a much higher speed than even Einstein would be able to accomplish. .
And although people would say they had a psychic connection between them; that was untrue. When one could hear a whisper or someone talking about two hundred years away, when one could notice the similarity between himself and someone he had not seen since birth, and could immediately notice that this stranger's face was a combination of his own true parents, the color of the eyes, the shape of the nose, the blending of two complexion, etc.; it was only natural to mistake a fast mental process as mental telepathy.
The only unexplainable thing was that five minute sense. However, Ed figured that the Dominants had a higher visual memory than homo sapiens. Whereas a human would have a feeling that an angry man carrying a gun was in the neighborhood and hiding his way, the Dominant would actually see a representation of the actual man. No one knew when this occurred, but Dominant elders emphasized the difference between the sense before and the real thing. Ed supposed that Dominant toddlers must have had a hard time, not only having to learn reality from imagination, but also if the one approaching was the real thing and not the preceding image.
Tom told him that the preceding figures looked like those representatives of ghostlike apparitions at which Ed figured perhaps people who saw ghosts did not really see ghosts, but had this characteristic in common with Dominants. Ed assumed Tom knew about charlatans, Ojai boards, and other devices used to fool the unwary.
The Dominants and Progenies had an extra sense of smell, like that of animals rather than humans. Unlike animals, they had reasoning and thinking ability, and could sense the correct course. They surpassed humans at every term, except for emotions, and they could fake those. They were faster, stronger, matured earlier, and yet once they reached their thirties, they stayed at that level at a longer period than humans. They probably would die at a later age and usually "with their natural forces unabated." . This meant that the series of tests appeared to be doomed from the start. How could they test a species with all this ability?
A Medical or Dominant doctor set up the machines while the others watched. "This will determine the brain pattern and what each part controls. We have an excessive amount of energy. By the way, Vito will have to take further training to reach our status, a matter of a few days."
"Do you place it on the head?" asked Ed.
"No. Just point this at the individual and it will record. We have advanced more than your kind."
"Is that all?"
"We have given the humans and us a set of various instructions, some combining our species's abilities, some common to homo sapiens, some to ourselves. The Progenies will have no trouble with the last. Now let the test begin."
The three groups set out, using cars, trucks, and foot to get to their destinations.
"I thought it was to be done here," said Attwood.
"Do you want me to drive or shall you?" asked Roderick, pulling the tarpaulin off a small jet airplane. Attwood had never noticed it, so intense was he in the examination.
"I'll drive."
They waited until Tom and Sloan got in the passenger seats and the plane ascended into the sky.
"We can sense things for five minutes ahead of time," said Tom, "so we need other methods of determining the results."
Roderick then explained. "Each man has been given an object, much like your remote control, with various colors indicating various emotions spotted or dangerous situations. Since some of your species cannot detect colors, we also indented numbers in the codes. That machine between us will react when a certain color is pressed."
Attwood glanced over. "But how do you know who pressed what? I see only one machine."
"We also have a certain sound. They cannot hear it, but when, for instance, Vito presses the red section when he sees someone in quicksand and they're afraid we will hear a sharp beep. If Lawrence, supposing there be a Lawrence there, a Progeny sees the same figure, his red section will give a whistle."
Something made Attwood's blood almost curdle. "Do you mean you put someone in quicksand and others in danger?"
Roderick smiled. "As you can see, we do need 'volunteers'. Oh and there are happy events as well. There is a birth, a great occasion. The parents would be content. Any way in the first case, since no one knows who we put in danger, they had better win the examination or that person dies."
The yellow button sounded a squeal. "Who's that?" asked Walter.
"Yellow indicates Happiness., Red indicates danger, blue indicates sorrow. We simplified things for your species."
"What about anger?"
"Black."
"But the main color of the machine and those indicators are black."
"Precisely. All our species and part species have anger in common. It's only right that we paint it that color."
When they landed back in the area, and awaited the others, they heard the faint siren of an ambulance sent to pick up the 'volunteers' who no doubt had no idea why they were stranded in a desert, sunk in quicksand, or buried in a mine. Nor did the happy couples wonder who sent them that money, or paid that mortgage, or the ones with tears in their eyes knew who had killed their child, or caused the accident that robbed them of their father. Roderick was not going to tell.
Attwood was glad the tests were over and heard the results. The homo sapiens were tops in giving sympathy, but the Progenies and Dominants beat them in sensing the emotions. The Progenies, however, although their DNA matched the true Dominants, could show a little emotion, or feelings to someone's plight. It was not, however, enough to get them to help that person.
In the group, however, was some the Dominants could not place.
One of the Progenies motioned to a group of men and women who came in unannounced, as if from the hills. "They're damaged," he said and explained his reasons. They were fast like Dominants, yet they could not sense colors or emotions, and when the bullets flew, they knew enough to duck. If they were homo sapiens, the bullets would kill them. "I let them try some of the tests. They helped pull that man from the quicksand and saved Rick from the crusher as if they needed to. I could see that the crusher would never re..."
Rick was listening while piling some of the equipment back on the truck. They knew he could not hear them, him being a mere human, but they did not want him to know that so the Progeny kept silent and Paul went over to Roderick, relating the Progeny's information.
"We don't know whether they're Dominants or homo sapiens. They seem to be too cooperative," said Paul.
"Where did you get them?"
"They said that they came from the Eastern seaboard. They've been encircling cars, walking, stealing on buses as if on the Diaspora. The accent is not of ours, more like the Advocate."
Roderick's eyes widened in understanding. "The Lost Ships! Someone has altered their DNA. We want no damaged ones here."
But Paul ignored him, pushing the newcomers towards a large rock, and took something out from his pocket. He waved it around, pretending not to notice Ed approach. When the Doctor was almost on top of him, Paul said, "These are of our Species but they act as if they are not and yet not of yours. Maybe you can get a sample and find out. They're willing to cooperate."
Ed found it strange, but Paul was correct. These men and women were almost too eager to help and their action reminded Ed of Kelly when he first found her. She had the same look.
"I'll need a sample of the Neogeneis formula. I think I still have some left." He went to his van, and took out a small metal container. "There isn't much left. This is all I can spare." He put it on a slide. "And now I'm going to take a sample from each of these men and women and see if there is any similarity. If not, it could be that their parents were almost starved but not far enough to change them to us."
By now, Roderick came over and Ed explained. "When I worked on my Neogeneis formula, it was because I assumed both species could not coexist and it would be better than us killing you, or you killing us. Now with the success of the tests, it seems we all need each other. So I'm going to see whether they had an equivalent to the Neogeneis formula and if it was the reason why the only survivor you knew was the Advocate."
An hour later, Ed had the results and it was not good. "These are not natural Progenies and their parents were not half starved and given nourishment near the end of pregnancies. The drug in their system is a variant of the Neogeneis formula, an improvement in that it does not break down as readily and by the look of it, it has been replaced periodically."
"What do you mean?"
He pointed to one man's upper arm. "That's a vaccination shot. It has traces of the small pox but also a bit of the variant. It's been done recently. And that woman over there who was eating a chocolate bar. I like Almond Joy so I usually have some with me. I tried hers, and gave some to one of your men. He became quite placid, so I took a sample. It also contains the variant."
"So someone inserted Neogeneis in their food and medicine without them knowing it. I will turn them over to the Medicals and when the drug escapes their system, I will welcome them into the Community as Free Dominants."
"You can't do that," said Paul, showing something on his indicator. "All of them have something inserted in their skull, the area between the motor and the upper intelligence, something akin to what humans use on their animals." He handed Roderick a piece of paper. "I questioned him where he came from or where they had been. This is the location, someplace in Delaware. The town's not on the map, but it's known as Blue Cove. According to legend, it's near the coast where the Lost Ships were supposed to go down and they say that an organization has been chasing them."
Grabbing the paper, Roderick stormed away. For five minutes, he ran through the hills and at last he returned. He walked over to one of the Dominants, whispered in his ear, and waited until the other man got in his car and left. After that, he went to another Dominant, spoke to him a bit, and gave him some money, and a suitcase packed with clothes. After that, he called Shane over. "Shane, take Neil to the bus station. Be sure to drop him off so he is undetected and then return to our headquarters in Los Angeles until further instructions."
"What's this about, sir?"
"You are from one of the finest groups. Of course, you know the legend and at last, we will find out what is true or not. Neil, you are to go to this Blue Cove, take a job as a postal inspector. James will be entering that large building as a psychiatrist. He will give you the information, but you are not to go to us." He handed him a device. "You will contact someone in the FBI, preferably a female. As a Progeny, you can sense who would be most proficient"
Ed looked aghast. "Do you mean these are from the Lost Ship?"
"Yes," said Roderick, "but we must keep silent. It appears that there were others, a small group more prominent of which one was more important. Obviously, these were not watched. Perhaps a little subtleness on their part, keeping their intelligence under reported."
11/5/2003 .. .
About twenty miles inside Area 51 was a secret location more secret than the base, a place of rocks and hills, desert sands, and lizard; a place where outlaws once roamed. It was a perfect location for the test. Ed knew if the test succeeded, the two species could survive together, the humans using their emotions, and the Dominants able to search out emotions in others. Attwood would know how to utilize both methods. The Dominants could detect fear even in Stone Cold killers, while Humans could use seduction. And risk getting VD or the cold shoulder from a girl friend just to find out what Madame Chu was hiding!
They had survival training on this land and the small cinders testified to some Air Force airman learning how to make it in a desert location. You had to dig for water and the small scrubs were practically lacking in nourishment.
Attwood and Tate, accompanied by Roderick and Paul drove out there, looking the area over and decided that it would be the perfect place to do their tests. With a generator in the van, they could take readings and prepare for what Roderick and Paul had up their sleeve.
Paul seemed nice enough, but he was still a Dominant. Roderick appeared the type that would smile while he cut out your heart with his fingernails, not a very nice man unless that term applied to Dominant males.
For the tests, they needed homo sapiens, Dominants, and Progenies. They also needed a brain wave indicator that measured reactions to emotions and they had to eliminate the similar patterns of each. For instance, anger was common to all. The Dominants and the Progenies could sense emotions.
Now that did not mean, as was supposed by those who believed in people who could take a brooch and determine that "Harold's in trouble. A car's run him over and he's at Mercy Hospital," or wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, "My brother's dead! I know it we have this bond." It was just that Dominants bypassed the short term memory processing information at a much higher speed than even Einstein would be able to accomplish. .
And although people would say they had a psychic connection between them; that was untrue. When one could hear a whisper or someone talking about two hundred years away, when one could notice the similarity between himself and someone he had not seen since birth, and could immediately notice that this stranger's face was a combination of his own true parents, the color of the eyes, the shape of the nose, the blending of two complexion, etc.; it was only natural to mistake a fast mental process as mental telepathy.
The only unexplainable thing was that five minute sense. However, Ed figured that the Dominants had a higher visual memory than homo sapiens. Whereas a human would have a feeling that an angry man carrying a gun was in the neighborhood and hiding his way, the Dominant would actually see a representation of the actual man. No one knew when this occurred, but Dominant elders emphasized the difference between the sense before and the real thing. Ed supposed that Dominant toddlers must have had a hard time, not only having to learn reality from imagination, but also if the one approaching was the real thing and not the preceding image.
Tom told him that the preceding figures looked like those representatives of ghostlike apparitions at which Ed figured perhaps people who saw ghosts did not really see ghosts, but had this characteristic in common with Dominants. Ed assumed Tom knew about charlatans, Ojai boards, and other devices used to fool the unwary.
The Dominants and Progenies had an extra sense of smell, like that of animals rather than humans. Unlike animals, they had reasoning and thinking ability, and could sense the correct course. They surpassed humans at every term, except for emotions, and they could fake those. They were faster, stronger, matured earlier, and yet once they reached their thirties, they stayed at that level at a longer period than humans. They probably would die at a later age and usually "with their natural forces unabated." . This meant that the series of tests appeared to be doomed from the start. How could they test a species with all this ability?
A Medical or Dominant doctor set up the machines while the others watched. "This will determine the brain pattern and what each part controls. We have an excessive amount of energy. By the way, Vito will have to take further training to reach our status, a matter of a few days."
"Do you place it on the head?" asked Ed.
"No. Just point this at the individual and it will record. We have advanced more than your kind."
"Is that all?"
"We have given the humans and us a set of various instructions, some combining our species's abilities, some common to homo sapiens, some to ourselves. The Progenies will have no trouble with the last. Now let the test begin."
The three groups set out, using cars, trucks, and foot to get to their destinations.
"I thought it was to be done here," said Attwood.
"Do you want me to drive or shall you?" asked Roderick, pulling the tarpaulin off a small jet airplane. Attwood had never noticed it, so intense was he in the examination.
"I'll drive."
They waited until Tom and Sloan got in the passenger seats and the plane ascended into the sky.
"We can sense things for five minutes ahead of time," said Tom, "so we need other methods of determining the results."
Roderick then explained. "Each man has been given an object, much like your remote control, with various colors indicating various emotions spotted or dangerous situations. Since some of your species cannot detect colors, we also indented numbers in the codes. That machine between us will react when a certain color is pressed."
Attwood glanced over. "But how do you know who pressed what? I see only one machine."
"We also have a certain sound. They cannot hear it, but when, for instance, Vito presses the red section when he sees someone in quicksand and they're afraid we will hear a sharp beep. If Lawrence, supposing there be a Lawrence there, a Progeny sees the same figure, his red section will give a whistle."
Something made Attwood's blood almost curdle. "Do you mean you put someone in quicksand and others in danger?"
Roderick smiled. "As you can see, we do need 'volunteers'. Oh and there are happy events as well. There is a birth, a great occasion. The parents would be content. Any way in the first case, since no one knows who we put in danger, they had better win the examination or that person dies."
The yellow button sounded a squeal. "Who's that?" asked Walter.
"Yellow indicates Happiness., Red indicates danger, blue indicates sorrow. We simplified things for your species."
"What about anger?"
"Black."
"But the main color of the machine and those indicators are black."
"Precisely. All our species and part species have anger in common. It's only right that we paint it that color."
When they landed back in the area, and awaited the others, they heard the faint siren of an ambulance sent to pick up the 'volunteers' who no doubt had no idea why they were stranded in a desert, sunk in quicksand, or buried in a mine. Nor did the happy couples wonder who sent them that money, or paid that mortgage, or the ones with tears in their eyes knew who had killed their child, or caused the accident that robbed them of their father. Roderick was not going to tell.
Attwood was glad the tests were over and heard the results. The homo sapiens were tops in giving sympathy, but the Progenies and Dominants beat them in sensing the emotions. The Progenies, however, although their DNA matched the true Dominants, could show a little emotion, or feelings to someone's plight. It was not, however, enough to get them to help that person.
In the group, however, was some the Dominants could not place.
One of the Progenies motioned to a group of men and women who came in unannounced, as if from the hills. "They're damaged," he said and explained his reasons. They were fast like Dominants, yet they could not sense colors or emotions, and when the bullets flew, they knew enough to duck. If they were homo sapiens, the bullets would kill them. "I let them try some of the tests. They helped pull that man from the quicksand and saved Rick from the crusher as if they needed to. I could see that the crusher would never re..."
Rick was listening while piling some of the equipment back on the truck. They knew he could not hear them, him being a mere human, but they did not want him to know that so the Progeny kept silent and Paul went over to Roderick, relating the Progeny's information.
"We don't know whether they're Dominants or homo sapiens. They seem to be too cooperative," said Paul.
"Where did you get them?"
"They said that they came from the Eastern seaboard. They've been encircling cars, walking, stealing on buses as if on the Diaspora. The accent is not of ours, more like the Advocate."
Roderick's eyes widened in understanding. "The Lost Ships! Someone has altered their DNA. We want no damaged ones here."
But Paul ignored him, pushing the newcomers towards a large rock, and took something out from his pocket. He waved it around, pretending not to notice Ed approach. When the Doctor was almost on top of him, Paul said, "These are of our Species but they act as if they are not and yet not of yours. Maybe you can get a sample and find out. They're willing to cooperate."
Ed found it strange, but Paul was correct. These men and women were almost too eager to help and their action reminded Ed of Kelly when he first found her. She had the same look.
"I'll need a sample of the Neogeneis formula. I think I still have some left." He went to his van, and took out a small metal container. "There isn't much left. This is all I can spare." He put it on a slide. "And now I'm going to take a sample from each of these men and women and see if there is any similarity. If not, it could be that their parents were almost starved but not far enough to change them to us."
By now, Roderick came over and Ed explained. "When I worked on my Neogeneis formula, it was because I assumed both species could not coexist and it would be better than us killing you, or you killing us. Now with the success of the tests, it seems we all need each other. So I'm going to see whether they had an equivalent to the Neogeneis formula and if it was the reason why the only survivor you knew was the Advocate."
An hour later, Ed had the results and it was not good. "These are not natural Progenies and their parents were not half starved and given nourishment near the end of pregnancies. The drug in their system is a variant of the Neogeneis formula, an improvement in that it does not break down as readily and by the look of it, it has been replaced periodically."
"What do you mean?"
He pointed to one man's upper arm. "That's a vaccination shot. It has traces of the small pox but also a bit of the variant. It's been done recently. And that woman over there who was eating a chocolate bar. I like Almond Joy so I usually have some with me. I tried hers, and gave some to one of your men. He became quite placid, so I took a sample. It also contains the variant."
"So someone inserted Neogeneis in their food and medicine without them knowing it. I will turn them over to the Medicals and when the drug escapes their system, I will welcome them into the Community as Free Dominants."
"You can't do that," said Paul, showing something on his indicator. "All of them have something inserted in their skull, the area between the motor and the upper intelligence, something akin to what humans use on their animals." He handed Roderick a piece of paper. "I questioned him where he came from or where they had been. This is the location, someplace in Delaware. The town's not on the map, but it's known as Blue Cove. According to legend, it's near the coast where the Lost Ships were supposed to go down and they say that an organization has been chasing them."
Grabbing the paper, Roderick stormed away. For five minutes, he ran through the hills and at last he returned. He walked over to one of the Dominants, whispered in his ear, and waited until the other man got in his car and left. After that, he went to another Dominant, spoke to him a bit, and gave him some money, and a suitcase packed with clothes. After that, he called Shane over. "Shane, take Neil to the bus station. Be sure to drop him off so he is undetected and then return to our headquarters in Los Angeles until further instructions."
"What's this about, sir?"
"You are from one of the finest groups. Of course, you know the legend and at last, we will find out what is true or not. Neil, you are to go to this Blue Cove, take a job as a postal inspector. James will be entering that large building as a psychiatrist. He will give you the information, but you are not to go to us." He handed him a device. "You will contact someone in the FBI, preferably a female. As a Progeny, you can sense who would be most proficient"
Ed looked aghast. "Do you mean these are from the Lost Ship?"
"Yes," said Roderick, "but we must keep silent. It appears that there were others, a small group more prominent of which one was more important. Obviously, these were not watched. Perhaps a little subtleness on their part, keeping their intelligence under reported."
11/5/2003 .. .