Chapter 3 - Theories
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Tanaka Ichiro. A weird scientist who claimed to know more about things. Aliens, secret weapons, gouvernmet conspiracies.
Motoki wasn't too pleased, when Mamoru told him he had unfinished business to take care of. "Chill out," Mamoru said, trying to calm him down, "I'm not going to do anything stupid. If I did, I would tell you right in your face, and you couldn't stop me anyway. I don't see a point in lying about such things."
He had found Tanaka's address in the phonebook. There were, of course, tons of Tanakas, but only one with a whole row of academic titles.
He had thought about calling Tanaka, but actually he did not want Motoki to know. It seemed kind of silly. He wasn't sure himself what he expected from that guy. Even if he did know something about the earthquake. Did it really matter?
It did. It mattered to him. It was hard enough to lose her like this, if there were any mysteries about her death, he wanted them solved. He didn't know, if Rei was keeping something from him, or if she simply didn't know more than she already told him. Maybe there were no mysteries, maybe he was chasing after something that did not exist. But at least he would find out.
He called Tanaka from the car, but he got only the answering machine. He left a message, telling Tanaka that he had seen him on TV, and was interested in his theory about the earthquake.
He drove to the given address, but there was no one there. It had taken him over two hours to get there but he didn't care. He didn't want to go home anyway. So he parked the car and waited. Tanaka had to come home sometime.
His thoughts drifted again, something he did not want to happen. Thinking about her made him crazy. He knew that deep down inside there was still a part of him that hadn't realized she was gone yet. A part that hoped it was all some kind of misunderstanding, and it could be made clear. That was the reason, why he could still move, breathe, live. Once he fully understood, it was true, no, he could not say what would happen to him then.
He pushed the thought away. It was better not to go home, where everything reminded him of her. It was better not to look at the pictures. Her eyes that could shine so bright, when she was happy. The scent of her hair.
Her face so close, that their lips almost touched. She bent her head a little as if to get her nose out of the way, and came closer still. He could feel her warm breath on his cheek.
Then everything went dark. The darkness crept up inside him like a poisenous snake. Like a black liquid it welled up on the inside of his eyes and blinded him. She was gone. No, she was still there but he couldn't see her any longer. He wanted to call her name but his voice did not obey him. He tried to scream, but it wasn't possible.
He tried again, suddenly the scream came out and broke him free. His eyes flung open.
He sat in his car in front of Tanaka's house. It was late afternoon, a little after 5 pm. He had not slept for over 30 hours, so it was no surprise that he had dozed off.
He called Tanaka again, and this time he told him, that a friend of his had been killed because of the earthquake. He hadn't planned on saying it, his own voice sounded strange to him.
His mind was perfectly clear now, although the memory of his dream still made him shiver. Two minutes later the phone rang. "Chiba Mamoru-san? This is Tanaka Ichiro speaking! I don't believe your friend's death to be an accident. I think she was murdered."
Tanaka didn't live at the address in the phonebook, he owned the house, but it was simply a decoy. He was afraid, he said, he knew to much about things no one was supposed to know. His only chance, he stated, was to be careful, but still he had to talk to the public. So if something happened to him, people would know, that his theories had been right. They would ask questions.
He asked Mamoru to come to a different place, to an appartment downtown, that belonged to 'a friend of a friend'. It looked like he had another two hour drive ahead of him. But he was glad, Tanaka would talk to him. He just wasn't sure what to make of all this.
He parked the car in the parking house below, and took the lift up. 17th floor. He was supposed to ring the bell once, and knock on the door two times, so Tanaka knew it was him. Tanaka didn't believe him to be "an agent", as he stated it, since Mamoru had told him about Usagi. An agent of what? The gouvernment?
"It's not exactly the gouvernment!", Tanaka explained. In real he looked older than on the screen and much smaller. A skinny old man, with a back that was slightly curved, and reddish eyes like a rat. He wasn't dressed, in a white coat, and he didn't have a weird laugh. Nevertheless a scientist.
"At the beginning of this century a family of wealthy bankers founded a secret organisation in order to take the rulership of the world. Maybe you've heard of the Rothschilds."
"Yes, I did," Mamoru said slightly annoyed. "They're the Illuminati, or something like that."
Tanaka raised his forefinger. "You should not talk in such a careless way, about things of such great importance, young man. The Illuminati have been responsible for every war, in this century, including the two world wars and the cold war. They stand behind every influential gouvernment, and make sure the right people take the right seats. They murdered Trotzky, so Stalin could rule. They brought Hitler to power to test the alien technologies, they've achieved."
"Aliens?" Mamoru asked doubtfully. He remembered what Motoki had said. "Like in Area 51?"
Tanaka smashed a fist on the table. "Area 51 doesn't exist. After the cold war ended, they needed new things to get people focused on, to distract the public from their vicious plans. All this crab about people getting abducted by aliens. No, they wouldn't be stupid enough to let an outsider find out anything about the alien technologies, they possess."
He took a deep breath. "In 1930 an alien spaceship landed in the Namibian desert, probably on a peace mission. THEY got there first, killed all the passengers, and took the ship to a secret hanger below the German capital Berlin. When World War II was lost, they brought it to another country, that was ally to Germany during that time to keep it safe."
"You're talking about Japan?"
He waved his hand, as if Mamoru was some kind of fly, he wanted to scare away. "Why, yes, of course Japan. Why did you think the Americans dropped none of their nuclear bombs on Tokyo? Probably wouldn't have hurt the ship anyway, but why take the risk?"
"So you are saying, there is an Alien spaceship below Tokyo?"
"There was! For over 50 years. To be exact, until last Sunday morning about 4a.m. That's when they started, and flew it off again."
Mamoru had heard enough. Motoki was right, this man was really too weird. He decided to leave.
"Well, that's not what you said on TV," he remarked, as he turned towards the door.
Tanaka's look turned icy. "If I had said that on TV," he hissed, "I would be dead already, like that unfortunate friend of yours."
"Leave her out of this!"
"You don't believe me, do you? Nevertheless, it's the truth, I can prove it to you."
"I am waiting!"
"But it will take time. Let me explain!"
Mamoru went back into the appartment, and sat down again. "Fine then, explain! I got nothing else to do anyway!"
The rest of the story was even more unbelievable, than everything Tanaka had told before. Of course no one could have seen, or heard the ship, since it had a cloaking device. It hadn't broken up the earth, because it could move through solid rock, like through a liquid. The only noticable thing were a few shockwaves, as a small earthquake.
"Well," sighed Mamoru, "just how do you think you can prove to me that this ship has ever existed?" "There might be a way. Certainly the ship can go almost six times faster than the light."
"Certainly!"
"Now you know that from an objective point of view, nothing can go as fast as the light. Lightspeed is the one absolute magnitude in our known universe. But time and space are not! So to us it would seem that the ship travelled backwards in time. It would reach its destination earlier, than it started. But on the ship itself, time would run normally. If someone had a clock on board, and travelled let's say for ten minutes, his clock would be about an hour ahead, compared to the clocks on earth, once he got off the ship."
An hour ahead. Unfortunately for the professor, nobody had been kind enough to take that test, and show him the results. Mamoru looked at his watch. It was past midnight already, all he wanted to do was get home and sleep. The yearn for sleep was a pleasant feeling, it showed him, that he was alive, and made sure, he could keep his head were it belonged. The drive home would take all of his concentration. It was good that way.
It was 3 a.m, when he reached his appartment. The day had been a lost one, since he hadn't gotten any new information. But from now on, all his days would be lost.
Two messages on the answering machine. Saori wanted to know, if there was anything she could do for him.
Rei asked him about the star-shaped clock, he had given to Usagi a long time ago. He had it, but why would she need it just now?
He held the clock in his hands, the pretty golden star, that was as timeless as their love. He had given it to her, the day they died in the destruction of the Moon Kingdom. She had given it to him, the day they died in the final battle on earth. As he opened it, a sweet melody began to play. And as he looked at it, his face went pale.
The clock was exactly 58 minutes ahead.
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Tanaka Ichiro. A weird scientist who claimed to know more about things. Aliens, secret weapons, gouvernmet conspiracies.
Motoki wasn't too pleased, when Mamoru told him he had unfinished business to take care of. "Chill out," Mamoru said, trying to calm him down, "I'm not going to do anything stupid. If I did, I would tell you right in your face, and you couldn't stop me anyway. I don't see a point in lying about such things."
He had found Tanaka's address in the phonebook. There were, of course, tons of Tanakas, but only one with a whole row of academic titles.
He had thought about calling Tanaka, but actually he did not want Motoki to know. It seemed kind of silly. He wasn't sure himself what he expected from that guy. Even if he did know something about the earthquake. Did it really matter?
It did. It mattered to him. It was hard enough to lose her like this, if there were any mysteries about her death, he wanted them solved. He didn't know, if Rei was keeping something from him, or if she simply didn't know more than she already told him. Maybe there were no mysteries, maybe he was chasing after something that did not exist. But at least he would find out.
He called Tanaka from the car, but he got only the answering machine. He left a message, telling Tanaka that he had seen him on TV, and was interested in his theory about the earthquake.
He drove to the given address, but there was no one there. It had taken him over two hours to get there but he didn't care. He didn't want to go home anyway. So he parked the car and waited. Tanaka had to come home sometime.
His thoughts drifted again, something he did not want to happen. Thinking about her made him crazy. He knew that deep down inside there was still a part of him that hadn't realized she was gone yet. A part that hoped it was all some kind of misunderstanding, and it could be made clear. That was the reason, why he could still move, breathe, live. Once he fully understood, it was true, no, he could not say what would happen to him then.
He pushed the thought away. It was better not to go home, where everything reminded him of her. It was better not to look at the pictures. Her eyes that could shine so bright, when she was happy. The scent of her hair.
Her face so close, that their lips almost touched. She bent her head a little as if to get her nose out of the way, and came closer still. He could feel her warm breath on his cheek.
Then everything went dark. The darkness crept up inside him like a poisenous snake. Like a black liquid it welled up on the inside of his eyes and blinded him. She was gone. No, she was still there but he couldn't see her any longer. He wanted to call her name but his voice did not obey him. He tried to scream, but it wasn't possible.
He tried again, suddenly the scream came out and broke him free. His eyes flung open.
He sat in his car in front of Tanaka's house. It was late afternoon, a little after 5 pm. He had not slept for over 30 hours, so it was no surprise that he had dozed off.
He called Tanaka again, and this time he told him, that a friend of his had been killed because of the earthquake. He hadn't planned on saying it, his own voice sounded strange to him.
His mind was perfectly clear now, although the memory of his dream still made him shiver. Two minutes later the phone rang. "Chiba Mamoru-san? This is Tanaka Ichiro speaking! I don't believe your friend's death to be an accident. I think she was murdered."
Tanaka didn't live at the address in the phonebook, he owned the house, but it was simply a decoy. He was afraid, he said, he knew to much about things no one was supposed to know. His only chance, he stated, was to be careful, but still he had to talk to the public. So if something happened to him, people would know, that his theories had been right. They would ask questions.
He asked Mamoru to come to a different place, to an appartment downtown, that belonged to 'a friend of a friend'. It looked like he had another two hour drive ahead of him. But he was glad, Tanaka would talk to him. He just wasn't sure what to make of all this.
He parked the car in the parking house below, and took the lift up. 17th floor. He was supposed to ring the bell once, and knock on the door two times, so Tanaka knew it was him. Tanaka didn't believe him to be "an agent", as he stated it, since Mamoru had told him about Usagi. An agent of what? The gouvernment?
"It's not exactly the gouvernment!", Tanaka explained. In real he looked older than on the screen and much smaller. A skinny old man, with a back that was slightly curved, and reddish eyes like a rat. He wasn't dressed, in a white coat, and he didn't have a weird laugh. Nevertheless a scientist.
"At the beginning of this century a family of wealthy bankers founded a secret organisation in order to take the rulership of the world. Maybe you've heard of the Rothschilds."
"Yes, I did," Mamoru said slightly annoyed. "They're the Illuminati, or something like that."
Tanaka raised his forefinger. "You should not talk in such a careless way, about things of such great importance, young man. The Illuminati have been responsible for every war, in this century, including the two world wars and the cold war. They stand behind every influential gouvernment, and make sure the right people take the right seats. They murdered Trotzky, so Stalin could rule. They brought Hitler to power to test the alien technologies, they've achieved."
"Aliens?" Mamoru asked doubtfully. He remembered what Motoki had said. "Like in Area 51?"
Tanaka smashed a fist on the table. "Area 51 doesn't exist. After the cold war ended, they needed new things to get people focused on, to distract the public from their vicious plans. All this crab about people getting abducted by aliens. No, they wouldn't be stupid enough to let an outsider find out anything about the alien technologies, they possess."
He took a deep breath. "In 1930 an alien spaceship landed in the Namibian desert, probably on a peace mission. THEY got there first, killed all the passengers, and took the ship to a secret hanger below the German capital Berlin. When World War II was lost, they brought it to another country, that was ally to Germany during that time to keep it safe."
"You're talking about Japan?"
He waved his hand, as if Mamoru was some kind of fly, he wanted to scare away. "Why, yes, of course Japan. Why did you think the Americans dropped none of their nuclear bombs on Tokyo? Probably wouldn't have hurt the ship anyway, but why take the risk?"
"So you are saying, there is an Alien spaceship below Tokyo?"
"There was! For over 50 years. To be exact, until last Sunday morning about 4a.m. That's when they started, and flew it off again."
Mamoru had heard enough. Motoki was right, this man was really too weird. He decided to leave.
"Well, that's not what you said on TV," he remarked, as he turned towards the door.
Tanaka's look turned icy. "If I had said that on TV," he hissed, "I would be dead already, like that unfortunate friend of yours."
"Leave her out of this!"
"You don't believe me, do you? Nevertheless, it's the truth, I can prove it to you."
"I am waiting!"
"But it will take time. Let me explain!"
Mamoru went back into the appartment, and sat down again. "Fine then, explain! I got nothing else to do anyway!"
The rest of the story was even more unbelievable, than everything Tanaka had told before. Of course no one could have seen, or heard the ship, since it had a cloaking device. It hadn't broken up the earth, because it could move through solid rock, like through a liquid. The only noticable thing were a few shockwaves, as a small earthquake.
"Well," sighed Mamoru, "just how do you think you can prove to me that this ship has ever existed?" "There might be a way. Certainly the ship can go almost six times faster than the light."
"Certainly!"
"Now you know that from an objective point of view, nothing can go as fast as the light. Lightspeed is the one absolute magnitude in our known universe. But time and space are not! So to us it would seem that the ship travelled backwards in time. It would reach its destination earlier, than it started. But on the ship itself, time would run normally. If someone had a clock on board, and travelled let's say for ten minutes, his clock would be about an hour ahead, compared to the clocks on earth, once he got off the ship."
An hour ahead. Unfortunately for the professor, nobody had been kind enough to take that test, and show him the results. Mamoru looked at his watch. It was past midnight already, all he wanted to do was get home and sleep. The yearn for sleep was a pleasant feeling, it showed him, that he was alive, and made sure, he could keep his head were it belonged. The drive home would take all of his concentration. It was good that way.
It was 3 a.m, when he reached his appartment. The day had been a lost one, since he hadn't gotten any new information. But from now on, all his days would be lost.
Two messages on the answering machine. Saori wanted to know, if there was anything she could do for him.
Rei asked him about the star-shaped clock, he had given to Usagi a long time ago. He had it, but why would she need it just now?
He held the clock in his hands, the pretty golden star, that was as timeless as their love. He had given it to her, the day they died in the destruction of the Moon Kingdom. She had given it to him, the day they died in the final battle on earth. As he opened it, a sweet melody began to play. And as he looked at it, his face went pale.
The clock was exactly 58 minutes ahead.