He had no sure way of knowing how prophetic his words truly were, but with their fortunes now untied from those of Nibaru, their futures truly were bright. Fairer skies were now on the horizon for the intruding planet of their enemies would no longer affect the climate. Within a generation as the religion that was linked to the crystal room no longer served any purpose either did the government that drew from it its power. In Baldur the days of kings were numbered and in time from that set of islands a new order would spread across the world.
Epilogue
Jamison thought privately that perhaps they had underestimated the dangerous nature of the experiment. It had been a miracle that he had somehow managed to survive the explosion. For this he was glad, but he was also troubled by the part he had played in the tragedy. However for the moment no measure of blame had yet been ascribed to him. Though this surprised him he was unlikely to step forward and take responsibility of his own accord. It was true that despite the state that they found themselves in, the manner in which this situation had unfolded had been wholly unforeseen. So therefore he felt secure in the idea that for him there may ultimately be no recriminations. These would best be left for the historians to sort out. For Jamison there would be little point to grapple with the how and why; for as far as he was concerned the only person who might have been able to explain it had been consumed along with the experiment. To look backward would serve little purpose; now his attention like that of many others had turned from the disaster to these new problems that had been forced on them.
Throughout the remainder of the day and night monitoring stations had continued their surveillance. Though early results were disheartening, later measurements were more hopeful.
Within twenty four hours the site was deemed stable enough to begin a rescue effort. As a medical doctor he had been charged with the responsibility of tending to the injured. He would take this responsibility a step further by volunteering as a medical officer on a first response crew. He was not alone, had been one of many who had volunteered to don a hazmat suit in search of those who might remain trapped within the wreckage. As the relief effort got underway a plan was devised in which these teams generally consisting of one trained medical professional with two others were to be deployed. The ranks of these others consisted primarily of military, police and fire rescue.
As the rescue effort got underway there was a palpable sense of urgency among those stationed at the command zone. So as soon as they were able these teams began to take their tentative steps into the danger zone. Within his bulky suit Jamison walked among the rubble. He had been paired with another two volunteers to work as a team. Together they had been amongst the first to venture forth into the midst of what had been named ground zero. Hyperventilating as he walked he breathed deeply the recycled air. This they thought was a necessary precaution for they could not be sure to what extent the air within those building remnants had been contaminated. This made his labors more difficult but he like the others was determined to dowhat needed to be done. Onward they walked past and through wallsthat were broken and unrecognizable. Eventually his team had made it close to the epicenter. There the ball of azure light continued to spin with a mercurial fluidity. For a moment they stood mesmerized as the glowing orb seemed to beckon them closer. As they drew nearer they observed how the crystal structure that had grown around the epicenter of the event had since ceased to grow. Despite thiswithin itscrystalline structure they couldfeel an energy coursing within whose resonance was not unlike a beating heart. They could only wonder as to what purpose had spawned its growth. Jamison speaking to Sergeant Kelly, and officer Richards over the communications device asked, "What do you guys make of all this?"
Officer Richards responded, "They do not pay me to ponder such questions, I am here to rescue survivors. I suggest you keep you're actions on task as well. Haven't you egg heads done enough damage for one day?" Jamison did not respond as he knew the young officer was right. They had done enough damage though there were questions that had been left unanswered, questions that he knew could not remain so forever. He was determined he would return to this spot and he would find a way to have his questions answered.
Several hours and five rescues later his shift had ended. As the team began to make their way back to the command center, Jamison made up an excuse to double back. "Hey guys I left my tool pack a ways back. You two go on ahead I'll be back shortly." By now they were all too exhausted to argue. He merely got a wave in response from his other team members. Making sure to stay clear of the other teams he doubled back to the epicenter of the blast. After several minutes he came again upon the furiously spinning azure light. He was alone this time and hedid not hesitate to walk straight up to the anomaly. Again he sensed what he could only fathom to be a life force resonating within the space of the crystal chamber. So drawn to it was he that he removed the protective glove and reached his hand into the brilliant blue flame. Though there was intensity to the sensation, it did not burn him. Time seemed to stop as a swirling storm of plasma moved gently over his arm and cascaded over his entire body. Upon every nerve surface within his body a physiological connection between himself and what he now inexplicably suspected to be a sentient being had been opened. Seemingly his awareness was now guided by this being and his senses portrayed for him an image far more real than the one he had previously known. He opened his eyes to see before him a world unlike he had known previously. Before him the crystalline structure had transformed from a dome into an intricately designed structure reminiscent of a style from some wholly unknown bygone era. There too a tower stood beside the crystalline form, reaching high into the sky. Though this structure had never existed here before now, its appearance was seemingly ancient. There then at its base a wooden door that he had not previously seen, materialized before his eyes. He then registered a sensation he had never before known. He recognized it almost immediately that through this portal had passed two ethereal consciousness's’ seemingly in tune with his own. Upon this realization he found himself inexplicably within the sanctum of the crystal structure. He was not alone there for within the chamber there now appeared two men as if they materialized straight from the ether. Though their identities were unknown to him, both men possessed qualities that were vaguely familiar. Startled by their sudden appearance there, he stepped back in fright. With a puzzled expression on his face He called out. "Who are you? Stay back." In the grip of fright he summoned the courage to stand his ground. One of themysterious figures came forward and stood within two feet directly before him and began to speak."Frederick, do not be afraid, it is I Robert Amida."
"But how can that be? I saw you consumed in the blast." "That is true you did see that. However what you did not and cannot see is that there are yet complexities to this universe that allow such as me to exist. These complexities are just now at the leading edge of our understanding. It would seem that by way of our ill-conceived experiment that we have created something wholly new. Through a means in which I myself do not fully understand, there has been a fundamental breach in the fabric of the universe. Here at the nexus, we have bridged the temporal gap between what is and what could never be. Entangled here now amongst an infinity of probabilities our two paths have collided. Here your future and our past have been irrevocably joined and fixed to this point." Jamison seemed to be almost in shock for though Robert's words described something fantastic, he could not however easily dispel what he had seen with his own eyes. Somehow Jamison immediately sensed that what he was being told was the truth. His mind reeled, overcome by a strange realization; for although it should not have, it all seemed to make some kind of crazy sense, almost as if it had been predestined.
The two figures stood patiently waiting for some kind of response from a startled Jamison. They were surprised by his first question. "Who is your friend here?"
"You know him Frederick, this is Hector Ananda." Hector nodded his head and Jamison reciprocated. Jamison stood there and looked on him in ast
onishment, as the man he had once known merely as a mentally ill murderer now stood before him resplendent in gleaming armor. Hector made no allowances to his expressions of surprise and so then took this opportunity to speak. "Introductions are not why we are here. Despite what you may suspect my motives may be for being here, there is something terribly important that you must hear. Our time here is short and there is much to tell you. Suffice it to say that we do not cast these warnings lightly. So if you would please indulge mewith your full attention. We are here to warn you of the coming of a new age upon the Earth. The Earth, your Earth now travels with a dark companion. The facts to which will soon be made clear to your science. Though its passage now will perhaps be uneventful, your future as a species is tied to its evolution. One day its inhabitants will rain down a war of genocide onto the human race. You must be ready when they approach. Who are they? Are theyyour descendants or perhaps your ancestors? To these questions there can be no answers. The facts are that this age has dawned and you now are caught as we are in its cosmic loop. You must make them understand, spread the word and be forever vigilant. Now you must go out onto this world and make your warnings. Tell them about what has transpired here and let no one forget." With that the glowing orb at the center of the room had begun to grow dim. Soon thereafter the aura that had enveloped him had also diminished and he found himself again alone, standing among the rubble.
There in the center of the crystal structure on the spot where the orb of light had once floated now stood a metallic cylinder planted firmly in the ground. In shocked disbelief he appraised for a moment this new situation. He had barely just begun to make a proper reckoning when suddenly the piercing sound of his radiation alarm jarred him from his observation. Looking down at the dial on his wrist, he then recognized that his dose of radiation would soon exceed his safe daily allowance. He began then his hasty retreat back to the safety of the control zone. As he roved he could not help but to look up onto the new blood red star in the sky. There he noticed this new traveler among those more familiar as it appeared bigger than Jupiter and brighter than Venus. As it rose in the sky he watched as the glowing orb of Nibaru seemed to touch and rest upon the top of the tower as if a signal to its arrival. The question of whether or not that this new celestial body be this dark companion of which he had been told flashed across his mind. To this there could be little doubt. As he contemplated the possibility a shiver of paralyzingfear crossed over him.
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