The Chronicles of Qi

by J E Kerry

“About 2.5 Million years ago, in the midst of the Mal-deek/Mars-a War, the A-nu-na-ki get into trouble with the Ori-on Empire. Created as a new race through the union of Siri-us and Ori-on, their reptilian heritage has suddenly become a huge issue among the leaders. As the war finally ends, Ti-a-mat the Dragon Queen is given governorship over a large region of space, including Earth and Ori-on. Furious about that decision, the A-nu-na-ki launch an attack on Ti-a-mat’s home planet. They are instantly defeated by the queen’s far more advanced forces.

  Even though her soldiers could have easily wiped out the A-nu-na-ki, Ti-amat’s orders are to keep them alive and bring their leaders to her. Positively surprised about her merciful gesture, the A-nu-na-ki agree to the peace offer: a symbolic marriage between the A-nu-na-ki King A-n and Ti-a-mat the Dragon Queen shall seal the peace treaty and allow their genetic materials to be mixed, creating twelve crossbred children of which six shall be male and six female, 30-35 feet tall, both reptilian and humanoid. These children would soon become the ‘I-gi-gi’ worker-race, known from your human legends as the Giants and Cyclopes.

  Although the war has now come to an end and a peace treaty is made, the vibrational state of the solar system and its consciousness grid is still in turmoil. It had been lowered by the trauma of too many wars and is now in dangerous imbalance. To correct the dooming dissonance, and because their planet was basically responsible for the war, some engineers of the Pleiad-es volunteer to help lower the vibration of the second sun by working in the 6th density and suck off energy and plasma to use it for the creation of two other planets: Saa-turn and Ne-be-ru.

  Around the blue dwarf star E-le-nin, taken from material of the second sun, the reddish planet with a molten core, Ne-be-ru, is made. In order to keep the peace and give the A-nu-na-ki what they long for, Ti-a-mat suggests letting them have Ne-be-ru,” Ce-loo-me says and emphasizes the next series of events with a wave of her hand over the looking glass.

  “And here we are, 497,000 B.C., at the beginning, when the A-nu-na-ki civilization of Ne-be-ru is about to be wiped out by its own thinning atmosphere. Same as Earth, Ne-be-ru suffered from the sun’s cycle. While your people believed it was their own mistakes that so rapidly changed their planet’s climate, the Ne-be-runians concluded that they simply needed to restore the atmosphere. But that was easier said than done, and with the infertility spreading not only among the vegetation but also the kingdom, the royal couple Du-uru and Da-uru are eventually forced to adopt a male child they named L-ah-ma and who would inherit the throne.

  Four shar, 3600 earth years, went by in the reign of L-ah-ma, without any action from his side to solve the problem until a prince named Ala-lu sees his chance to take the throne and kill the king by throwing him from the highest tower. Ala-lu is eager to help the people of Ne-be-ru and claims the right of kingship because he is descended from A-n through the first-born son of King An-shar-gal. But because his ancestor was born of a concubine, Ala-lu eventually loses his claim to the throne after the new ‘Law of the Seed’ supersedes the ‘Law of Succession’.

  Defending himself in front of the Ne-be-ru High Council, another prince unexpectedly steps forward to claim the throne. His name is A-nu, a descendant from A-n through his youngest son, En-uru.

  Undecided about the two princes, the council agrees to Ala-lu’s proposal and lets both princes work together as equal descendants of A-n if A-nu would give Ala-lu the spotlight due to his older age and in exchange Ala-lu would make A-nu his heir. And so, A-nu becomes Ala-lu’s cup bearer and crown prince. To strengthen this union, Ala-lu’s daughter would have to marry A-nu’s son.

  After King Ala-lu’s first attempt to restore Ne-be-ru’s atmosphere by mining gold as a shield from the ‘Hammered Bracelet’, the asteroid belt that was once Mal-deek, failed and the people of the planet were getting upset and disappointed by the promises he couldn’t keep, Ala-lu decides to give it a last try and secretly travels to a planet that would soon be named Ki.”

  Ce-loo-me closes the portal with a final hand-move and takes Crown’s cooperative hand to de-materialize again.

  ∞∞∞

  A Ne-be-runian spacecraft rushes through the galaxy. It moves around Jupiter’s various moons, blasts through several asteroids, and continues past Mars, slowing at prehistoric Earth.

  With a thunderclap it breaks the atmosphere and achieves terminal velocity, then suddenly slows and comes to an expertly controlled stop in some marshlands of prehistoric Iraq.

  Former Ne-be-runian King Ala-lu materializes on the ground, followed by Lyr-an Princess Ce-loo-me, the future queen.

  Ce-loo-me and Crown reappear nearby, watching them from close distance.

  “It’s you?” the professor wonders, observing the younger version of the queen that still looks herself.

  “Yes, but that’s another story. We’re now on Ki, to you known as -,” Ce-loo-me explains.

  “Earth,” Crown finishes her sentence, eyes fixed on the king and the princess when another man appears next to Ala-lu, clad in a spacesuit highly similar to the king’s. He de-activates his helmet, which seems to shrink away into ‘nothingness’, and reveals an uncanny resemblance to Professor Crown.

  “Is this?” Crown asks, frowning at the possible implications.

  “Your ancestor,” Ce-loo-me confirms, “E-a, son of King A-nu of Ne-be-ru”.

  “Fascinating.” Crown says, still bedazzled, and choosing to keep his words limited in favor of the absorption of all this information… for now.

  “Let me help you tune into their conversation, so you’ll be able to listen in your Earth language.” The queen explains while tuning him via her DNA-based advanced frequency manipulation of mind and matter. Crown, for his part, feels nothing at all.

  In the meantime, E-a’s silvereyes scan the perimeter while Ala-lu strides forward, surveying the land. He communicates with his crew telepathically.

  “This will be our base; a perfect vortex portal to build the stargate and ship gold ore back to Ne-be-ru. There’s more gold on this planet, southward. There we will undertake mining and establish the operation center.”

  “What is so special about the south?” Princess Ce-loo-me wants to know, crouched low and with a hand extended over the dark soil. “I can sense this place here bares the mineral, too.”

  “Indeed,” Ala-lu concurs. “The last time I scanned the surface, I saw that the landmass in front of us was the richest in gold. We must however mine it directly from the veins of the planet, instead of the waters”

  E-a catches up from behind. “My father must be convinced that you have found more gold to restore Ne-be-ru’s atmosphere. Only then will the Council allow you to step up to him and compete in the Lu-a.”

  “And reclaim the throne,” Ala-lu agrees.

  Once more, the queen holds the professor’s hand and they de-materialize into another point in time.

  ∞∞∞

  * SOUTHERN AFRICA. 97,000 YEARS LATER *

  Mysterious circular stone structures are scattered throughout the mountains and valleys of prehistoric southern Africa.

  A beautiful Shoebill bird with a huge, bulbous bill, straw-colored and with erratic greyish markings, glides familiarly over the perimeter of the ‘Cradle of Humankind’ and along a series of stones that will be one day named Adam’s Calendar, believed to be the oldest man-made structure on Earth.

  Ne-be-runians in their space suits and helmets transport gold ore pieces out of the mines by directing hovering containers with their mind to an artificial portal.

  Beyond this spot is a runway designed for their unique spacecraft and acts not like a traditional runway to allow takeoff or landing but more to guide them in the right direction, and grant access to the base that had been constructed there, both above and below the ground. This is where they will undergo orientation, the first step of which has new arrivals listening with interest to E-a’s brother En-lil. Young, good-looking and very ambitious.

  “Welcome to Ki,” En-lil commences with his speec
h. “We named this planet after my brother E-a, now En-ki, ‘Lord of Ki’. En-ki thanks you for joining us here to help save Ne-be-ru and our people.”

  He walks along the line of arrivals.

  “By refining the gold, we are able to send a larger shipment of it back to our planet,” En-lil continues. “That’s why we need you. Your job is to monitor the I-gi-gi with the mining of raw material while you yourself will be responsible for having the gold ore safely transported to the portal,” he says and points around them. “As you can see, the I-gi-gi have already begun digging trenches, canals, riverbeds and planted the fields. We’ll be here for a while, so you should feel as much at home as possible.” En-lil straightens as he finishes his speech.

  “Never forget to keep your helmets closed during work and protect yourself from the sun. This planet’s atmosphere and frequency will forcibly alter your DNA, so be careful, and remain alert. Our scientists are already working on new solutions.”

  Only a stone’s throw away, E-a (En-ki) and his beautiful Lyr-an lab-partner Princess Ce-loo-me, work on new formulas to create the first Homo sapiens in history of Earth. A holographic 3D image of a human hovers in the center of a sphere, accompanied by equations and alien text.

  To one side of the laboratory are their failed attempts at hominidae creations, speciating from the orangutan, locked and wired in pods: such as the Sahelanthropus Tchadensis, Australopithecus Afarensis, Homo Habilis, Homo Erectus and a Neanderthal.

  In the middle of the lab stands a cylindrical pole with three golden disks in rotation around it. Data is generated and transmitted to their holo-spheres.

  The queen and the professor materialize nearby.

  “Where are we?”Crown wants to know, scanning the room with his eyes like an eagle.

  “We’re at the lab and still on Earth,” Ce-loo-me explains. “Ala-lu’s discovery has found immediate support on Ne-be-ru. Since then the mining has been a success but due to a recent revolt of the I-gi-gi, who are tired of the hard work they’ve done so far at the mines and on the fields, the king instructed us to find a new solution to replace them.”

  “You mean…. creating slaves,” Crown notes because he remembers exactly who and what the I-gi-gi were in ancient scriptures mentioning the A-nu-na-ki.

  “Well, let’s put it this way, we were trying to solve the last missing link of our formula,” Ce-loo-me defends her involvement in this historically scientific task.

  “Which formula?” Crown asks.

  “Human life and the reproduction on Earth,” the queen answers proudly, pointing to the pair in the center of the room.

  E-a throws an admiring glance at the princess. She senses the weight of his gaze and raises her head, reading his thoughts.

  “You can’t be serious,” a concerned Cee-loo-me pauses her work. “It’s dangerous, E-a. You know what happened in the past. The Oraph-im - ”

  “I know,” he agrees, “But, this is different. We need a back-up plan for the future.”

  “You and your ideas,” she shakes her head, turning back to her task, “then, what will you tell your father?”.

  “The truth,” E-a says determined.

  The princess looks up again, noticeably a bit more exasperated.

  “We need to clone ourselves,” E-a pushes. It’s the only chance at a future for our species and the healing of Ne-be-ru. The clones will help us continue with the mining here on Ki. Don’t worry, my Love, we will control them this time.”

  The princess doesn’t look convinced. She still vividly remembers how their crossbreeding between the Oraph-im, Azu-ri-te and the Neph-al races almost led to another war in the galaxy over the control of the Double Diamond Order with 24 strands of DNA and the Emerald Sun Order with 30 strands of DNA.

  “Our people need us at Ne-be-ru,” E-a continues closing the gap to her. “We must prepare for ‘the dark times yet to come’. You know the prophecy.”

  He gently touches the now revealing, growing baby bump under her maternity jumpsuit.

  “We’ll get through this,” he ensures her.

  They press their foreheads against each other, touching noses, and embrace a tender Ne-be-runian Hongi kiss.

  “Together,” Ce-loo-me eventually agrees.

  That very moment the queen holds Crown’s hand again, a different, intimate touch to it, taking him back to the present and trying to escape her own bittersweet memories.

  Ce-loo-me and Crown fizzle back into the present time.

  The professor’s hand is on his chest and he takes several gasps of air, staring wild eyed at the Queen, who watches him calmly as the disorientation passes. His breathing slows and comes to a steady pace. He lowers his hand from his chest and grips the arms of his hover-chair, fully relaxing. Once he has regained his bearing and composure, he looks up at the queen.

  “So, I descend from E-a?” he demands. “I am a clone? We’re all clones?”

  “Yes,” Ce-loo-me confirms with her classic poker-face. “The other humans are clones of our people. But ‘you’ are more than just that. You are of the royal bloodline of Ne-be-ru.”

  “How comforting,” Crown notes sarcastically.

  “Here,” Ce-loo-me invites him, “let me show you more”.

  She goes over to the corner of the room and de-activates its camouflage, revealing a secret chamber with the same three golden disks in levitation, spinning around a holographic pole they’ve seen before in the flashback.

  “Is this…?” Crown asks amazed.

  “The original,” Ce-loo-me finishes his sentence.

  “The ‘Wheel of Life’,” Crown adds with the eyes of a little boy on Christmas.

  “Follow me,” she motions for him to follow after her.

  On entering the dark room, the Wheel of Life hums vibrantly, and awakes. It releases a small wave of rapid pulses that in time form into a visible sphere of energy around it. This starts off small, and progressively grows larger until it is quite literally massive. As they step inside, the queen continues with her lesson.

  “The collective mind of past, present and future is ever changing but fate never is,” the queen commences as she lets the wheel spin with a familiar, telepathic hand-move and they both watch it project the image of Princess Ce-loo-me and E-a onto the sphere’s, who continue their genetic engineering work in the field laboratory.

  “After we cloned ourselves, there was a problem,” the queen resumes. “King A-Nu felt threatened by the fact that the humans were as immortal and intelligent as us.” They witness Ce-loo-me and E-a cutting DNA into fragments at specific sequences on their holo-sphere. They attach and rejoin the fragments with complementary ends, reducing the human DNA from 12 to 2 strands.

  “So, we reduced the human DNA from 12 to 2 strands and genetically programmed cell-death,” the queen confesses.

  The scenery changes and two futuristic sarcophagi appear on the sphere, floating next to each other in the room. A large holo-screen displays the bald clones of Ce-loo-me and E-a in fully-grown stature.

  The intimate parts of these clones are covered by the sarcophagi’s in-built screens, monitoring their vitals.

  “We gave them one hundred and twenty years to live,” Ce-loo-me continues. “Enough time to reproduce, work, and teach the next generation.”

  “And God said: My Spirit shall not abide in man forever, for he is flesh: his days shall be 120 years,” Crown repeats in a murmur a passage from the Bible.

  The scene morphs into the next picture with the Saren names of the first Homo sapiens from Earth displayed.

  “We named these two fully-grown human beings Eresh-ki-gal, ‘Great Lady under the Earth’, and Nu-dim-mud, ‘Father of Mankind’,” the queen says as she pauses the last image and deactivates the wheel. The sphere de-materializes in front of them.

  “There is much more I’d like to share with you, Jaa-son,” she admits, taking his palm into her hand.

  His eyes light up at the sound of his Lyr-an name pronounced just as Droncur unexpectedly
presents at the door gesturing the professor to follow him out.

  “We shall meet again,” Ce-loo-me telepathically whispers to Crown, who responds to her smile with a respectful nod, keeping his cool while his little Crown keeps tingling and he eventually turns his chair around to hover out of the room.

  The queen secretly gazes after him, longing for something she thought she’d already almost forgotten.

  The Mothership

  Wang and his unit sit in G-shaped gadget-chairs, designed after the curve of the human spine, with their operational screens held up from above their heads to be lowered to a position in front of the user’s face.

  They watch a holo-briefing of General Ma who stands before a black backdrop with an animated blueprint of the White House. This map shows all identified sections of the building now known to the public in this time period, including secret entrances and hallways often innocuously hidden behind an unassuming wall or decoration.

  “Operation Longma will take you back into the past, and straight to the White House, where the first contact was made,” the general instructs, a firm expression uncompromising in his dictation. “Find out about the Lyr-an agenda with the American president and report back all they’ve discussed.”

  The briefing ends and Unit 12 follows Sniper in military fashion to the ARC, also known among SFB soldiers as the Jump Room.

  Everyone knows the drill and pairs off, with Wang, Philipe and Jodie as a group of three. Each of the teams take their turn to jump through the vortex portal gate that shimmers like a stream of quantum water.

  “Remember, only observing,” Sniper reminds Wang, “no action”.

  “Copy that!” He rogers while Jodie and Philipe are still checking their Visuals.

  “Ready?” Wang asks a little nervous.

  “Ready to flow like an atom in the sea of --,” Philipe starts off babbling, cut off when Sniper unceremoniously shoves him straight through the stargate with the bottom of his boot.

  “Bordellllll!!!!!” his scream echoes through the wormhole.