Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust

by Andrew Sarkady

“Well, thank you.” Bellos walked to the bay window, facing the Atrium.

  “What is this brew, Doctor? Do you know?” James asked.

  “It is an old healing elixir. Some said, eons ago, that it was a magic recipe. Huh, maybe it is.”

  “I’m afraid I’m at a loss, Dr. Bellos. We have many questions,” Ahmir said.

  “I recall, you three had been preoccupied, even obsessed, with the concept that your diversified faiths have brought confusion, hypocrisy, even heresy and terrorism to worship. We are aware of your effort with Mr. Marion Brock.”

  Kristos was the first to react, “It is just fact; our three religions have been at odds, even warring, off and on, for thousands of years now. ‘S’ was more than a friend; he was a peacemaker and confidant, to each of us. But, who are you, Doctor? You have no right or authority over us.”

  Bellos put his glass on the coffee table.

  “I am Chief of Hospital here; that is true. But; also, I represent a culture, just like each of you three do. Unlike your cultures, however; our culture does not live on the surface of planet Earth. We have evolved and prospered within planet Earth, miles below the surface.

  I realize how that may sound…I represent your friend and Master ‘S’ too, who asked us, in particular me, to contact you, and brief you, in the truth of your effort…And, that is why he gave you that book. So you would not forget the purpose of all faiths, to help mankind love one another, and live in peace and cooperation, ever bettering ourselves…We discovered, long ago, that no individual or group could do that, if, anyone is unhealthy. Whether it is physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual health; one has to be healthy, before one can think and choose, correctly. Our culture is based on healthcare; and, every other aspect of life stems from that. So our Master ‘S’ charged me; first, with offering you the care you need to bridge your unhealthy, bickering behavior.”

  The three men of cloth sighed and nodded, but they seemed confused, a bit. Kristos spoke again, “You judge us, Doctor? While I feel a bit foolish, in some respects, listening to your speech; and, we do appreciate your concern; the fact is that we each live in a free society, which, whether we agree or not; we respect each other’s right to disagree.”

  “My society respects and supports that concept too; so, then, why do you bicker? Why not be happy and healthy with your disagreements, your diversity? Is it not, because one of you has something the other two insist on having as well? Hasn’t that been the problem, between your faiths all along? Look at you, in particular, Father. You refuse to share that book. You just said you live in a free society, yet you deny these others, what your beloved ‘S’ said was theirs too.”

  “It’s our nature as humans,” Kristos interrupted. “Our job includes helping and guiding humanity back to God… And, yes; to be better people; to live in harmony, according to the teachings of our Lord and Savior. Each of us has different components to our faith…We guide our flocks.”

  “Wait my brother,” Rabbi James said. “Excuse me. My faith is strong and unyielding; but, we do believe our God wants us to live the best life we can, and ‘obey his commands’, while your path simply requires a belief that God’s grace will save man’s iniquities. There is a difference. And we should remember our Brothers in Islam...”

  Ahmir stood and lifted his arms, “We already believe there is only one God, and Mohammed is his messenger. We agree with the unity you seek.”

  Kristos rattled a quick reply, “Please, need I quote our effort was to address and bring a common good, to as many as we could, and to stop the spread of modern terrorism, which plagues us all. It would bring solace to every Catholic, Jew, and Muslim; to all religious flavors, even to the Agnostic and Atheist. Uniting so many will fill us with the peace of the Holy Spirit.”

  Bellos interrupted, “You quote the words my friend; but, when was the last time you and the Dali Lama worshipped together; or you James, with a Pagan Priest. Where is the unity you seek in the bickering you do and the deception you pose, with that book? What about your brothers, right here, Kristos? They have been waiting for some word from you; and, you sent nothing. Your debate rages on, in your own mind, Father. Eventually, it oversteps boundaries, which must be maintained, for the health of all humankind. Marion Brock had no answers...You three are very privileged this day. I am going to take you on the trip, you could only dream of.”

  “And where would that be, my friend?” Ahmir asked.

  “Gentlemen, we leave for Jerusalem, to meet the man, who will resolve your quest.”

  “But Doctor,” James said. “We just came from there. What purpose could it serve to return tonight?”

  “We are not going there tonight. ‘S’s heritage presentation is a ‘trip’ for you three to bridge over 6000 years of confusion and misinformation. It will enable you to understand the true meaning of unifying the faiths.”

  “I don’t see your point, Doctor.” Kristos was noticeably annoyed. “We all have churches, throughout Jerusalem.”

  “It has always been our Holy city,” James said.

  “Your home is the foundation of your confusion, and the beginning of your bickering. It is not a distance we travel; rather, we will pass through time, my friends, to meet your master.”

  The three looked in disbelief. Kristos chuckled and gestured, for Bellos to sit down.

  “Doctor, I am not proud to say that I have read this book I hold. I have withheld it, from the others here, for a reason. You do speak a truth. I have been afraid that its contents would be misinterpreted. My heart says to share it with the world, but my mind says that, I should bury it, and never reveal the contents.” Kristos looked at his brothers. “I am sorry my friends; but, that is my truth. I see other books like this right up there, on the top of that shelf. This book gives no answers we seek. I should give it back to you now, Doctor, and be done with it. It will promote discord. It could destroy our faiths.”

  Bellos stood and placed his hand on Kristos’s shoulder.

  “Father, you promote the conflict, you seek to unify, by judging for your brothers? You each must choose. You must all decide, what it is you want, the truth, or what you have now-the ongoing debate of your ancestors. After all, you have had millennia to try to reconcile your differences. I will leave you to decide. If you cannot, we will part; and, you may go back to your lives, knowing your beloved ‘S’ thought enough of you to trust you this much. You may leave the book on the table.”

  Bellos turned to go to the foyer and into the elevator. Ahmir quickly stood up.

  “Wait, Doctor; I for one will not argue, and I believe we should see what ‘S’ wanted us to see and hear.”

  Ahmir looked at Kristos, begging.

  “I agree,” said James.

  “My brothers,” Kristos pleaded. “You do not understand. Perhaps we are to unite in ‘faith’, not in ‘proof’. I believe, now; and, therefore I am with him. Blessed be those who do not see and yet believe. Please, think my brothers!”

  Ahmir turned to Kristos, with love in his tone, “My friend, let us unite here. We all committed to this, under your leadership. Let us finish it. We do this for God, and him who we loved. The doctor is right. ‘S’ loved us enough to give us that book and charge ‘us’; all of us, to decide if it should be made public. It’s not just your decision. Our faith is not in question here. We must find away to give the people the understanding and peace they deserve.”

  Ahmir and James looked at Bellos nodding, and James said, “Yes Doctor, we two will go with you.”

  Bellos looked at Kristos. “And you Father?”

  Kristos sighed, closed his eyes; and then, looking up to heaven he said, “God be with us all, Doctor. We go.”

  “Then come. Follow me. Leave the book on the table. You won’t need it. You can have it or read it, after the journey.”

  Bellos led the men, through the hallway, from the main oval room, to in front of his office’s computer room. Kristos gestured nervously.

  “Doctor, we understo
od we would complete our stay here tonight, and return to Jerusalem. We all have matters to attend at home.”

  “I have had to make some changes, due to events here at the hospital. Lives are at stake, and after all, life before trips. But, do not fret, my friend; you will have plenty of time, and be on time, for your separate schedules. Now, there, further down the hall, you will find three suites. Pick a room. Make yourselves comfortable; and meet me here, at 8 a.m. sharp, tomorrow morning. We leave promptly; so, no stragglers.”

  The three stood. Bellos turned and walked slowly back to the oval room.

  “If you need anything, just push the red buzzer on the night table in your rooms. See you in the morning.”

  Chapter 13

  Bellos and Wheeler

  While the three fathers found their sleeping quarters, the GGM stood in the front oval room talking to Jacque at Wheeler’s Lab in Giza.

  “Sir, I understand Mr. Wheeler is in recovery, in Arden. He is in module 10.”

  “I am going to see him now.”

  Bellos stepped into his private elevator and road it down, below Andrews, while talking.

  “Sir, I also have details on the ‘time’ event itself here. As you know, three guests from the past have appeared; all the same person; three different ages. They trace back to 1965, 1983, and 2010.”

  “Do we know the source of the event?”

  “Well, that is the odd part. Our readings indicate one of two familiar imprints. One is Jake Burns.”

  “What?”

  “Yes Sir, no doubts; the other is an imprint not part of Ever-Life, but rather, also from the surface.

  “And, you are sure?”

  “We are sure. There’s no doubt; the Sidron transported our three visitors here, and that triggered a delayed explosion in the lab. We do not know how Mr. Burns and the other person are involved; but, their imprints are unmistakable, along with something else.”

  “What?”

  “The Sidron moves everything in a balance Sir. We only have three visitors, there were four events.”

  “You are saying four causes, therefore we can expect another effect?”

  “Yes, Sir; there should be another person involved, another transport; perhaps not to here. We need more information. Nevertheless, the combination of all individuals, together with something at Giza, triggered the transport and the explosion.”

  “Something at Giza?”

  “We speculate whatever it is, it’s on the surface.”

  “Thank you, Jacque. Keep on it; keep me and Mr. Burns, only, updated; understand?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “And do me a favor; contact and set up Controller three, for the father’s trip tomorrow.”

  “Right away.”

  Bellos cut the call, closed his eyes in a moment of quiet; and, then, he looked up, with an expression of clarity.

  A Compatibility; Christ, it is the Carriers!

  Bellos walked quickly, out of the elevator, down the hallway and into module 10.

  “Thom, how are you feeling?”

  Wheeler lifted his head and looked at Bellos.

  “Hello, Matt; quite good, actually; it is good to see you…Mathew, I could not keep your daughter here.”

  “She is quite the charmer, my friend. It’s all right. Just relax. Think; can you tell me what happened?”

  “It was unprecedented, really; regardless of the magnetic alignments within the region. I have no explanation for any of it, yet.”

  “I talked to Jacque. I want your details, Tom.” “Yes, of course; I was alone in a cell, preparing inputs for vault storage. Monitors registered frequency vibrations, I have never seen; completely alien. While I was tracking them, a force yet unknown to me, hit the complex directly above us at Giza. Wave frequencies registered off the charts. God only knows what the wave echoes did.”

  “Go on.”

  “After the initial tremor, I got a call from module control. ‘It appears we have three new guests,’ they said.

  Each person appeared in one of our separate sealed cells. While I was questioning one, a guard called me out. The orderly and I ran into the frequency lab, and boom… How are the others that were in the lab?”

  “Gone.”

  Bellos turned his back to Wheeler and paced.

  “Sir, one other important thing”

  “Yes?”

  “Our visitors; they are the same person from three different ages in his life.”

  “Jacque said the same thing.”

  Bellos crossed his hands behind him and whispered to himself, “Oh my…The Carriers”

  “May I go back to work, Sir?”

  “Yes Tom; we are both going back, together. I need to meet our visitor.”

  Bellos’s Knofer ticked on, registering an upgrade in his defense protocol. He spoke into it, “Play events on module 10 wall.”

  As he received a mind message from the Carrier elite, his Knofer projected video of the inside of a Time Trust cell, where a young man sat in a lounge chair watching wall monitors. After a brief moment, everything Bellos looked at began to blink, distort and blur, dramatically. The GGM spoke sternly into his Knofer, “What is happening? Reply; Reply!”

  “Sir,” Wheeler said, “he is one of our visitors; the young one. I believe you are witnessing another Sidron event, right now. Look at him!”

  “My God, all the rooms are secure; right?

  “Yes, completely.”

  “Tom, get dressed.”

  “Look at him?”

  The man began to blur.

  “He is dissolving, disintegrating.”

  “He is gone.”

  “We need to go there now, Tom. No telling what will come next. I need to talk to the other two, before something else happens. Whatever these events are; we have to stop them. I need you on this Tom, right now. The Sidron has been breached. It’s being used, stimulated, and even controlled. We need to find the cause and stop it, or correct it.”

  “Then you do believe it to be a time displacement?”

  “More than one; they are a direct result of multiple particle displacements. This is a violation of Nature. I need to talk to this man, and the Carrier council.”

  “What are we going to do with him-them?”

  “I just hope we get to them, before another frequency wave hits.”

  Bellos stared at Wheeler and then the monitor with a very worried look. He tapped his Knofer and briefed the colonies’ controllers, as both men walked out of the lab module, to the station boarding platform. A Carrier awaited and they walked into a standard travel room. After getting situated, The GGM began interacting with Post Controllers via Knofer, regarding a multitude of colony issues. Suddenly, he alone heard the voice of the Carrier in his mind, “Good day, my GGM; I am Allenfar.”

  “Hello,” Bellos replied through thought exchange. “Your kind, has been full of surprises today. Report please.”

  “I have been assigned to you, strictly speaking, Sir; until we sort out the Sidron situation.”

  “What can you tell me?”

  “The Carrier high council has instructed me to replace your Carrier 62712 and directly interface with you and Mr. Burns as you instruct.”

  “Take us to Post 2, Giza station one, as fast as you can.”

  The Carrier went silent and Bellos went back to meetings with various commanders. After a time, he heard a voice behind him, which sounded like a man; but, it spoke in the language of the Carriers. He turned around and saw a humanoid figure, like the one at his ceremony. But this one did not have his arms out in friendship.

  “GGM; we must talk, in private.”

  He gestured to a door, which appeared instantly. They both walked into another room. Once inside, he began, “I have come to help resolve the threat.”

  Bellos replied, “Our situation is the result of a combination of variables.”

  “We agree. I have, within me, all information from the council, ready and available to you. We confirmed that one
of our Carriers is, in fact, involved…You road within him, months ago, during the C.P.T. incident. He was instructed to rehabilitate Marion Brock. We have been unable to communicate with him. He has acquired much sustenance from Brock. He has enough power to block sharing with the hive.”

  “Why would your Carrier do such a thing?”

  “We know he had a friend; you would say, she was family for him. She was the Carrier killed in your hospital morgue.”

  “Why would he wage a battle against his own kind or mine?”

  “We are not sure that is what he is doing. We have traced the events to1965. Carriers are the only species who can travel through time. Now, we believe he has breached the Sidron, without authorization. That is a crime.

  We also believe there is something within Dr. Sheldon’s treatise, which will prove most valuable, and give us answers.”

  “Well, Jack is a treasure of ideas; that is for sure.”

  Bellos thought a moment.

  “Interesting…Now, I need to know any history you have, very quickly. Tell me about the lineage of Marion Brock.”

  “We will transfer what we have; but, we doubt it is more detailed than that which is available to you already.”

  The Tyree Master began inputting facts into the mind of Bellos.

  “Marion Brock, IV inherited his money…Centuries ago, in 1965, Nicolas Edward Brock negotiated the largest ammunition trade, in United States history, during the Vietnam conflict. He played both sides of the war, selling to the Chinese and Western powers. Both sides killed each other using ammunition from the same source. Over the next 175 years, Brock Finance grew overwhelmingly; evolving and profiting again by supporting the first drone warfare, during the surfaces world-wide terrorist engagements. Then something unforeseen happened, within the family. Power and leadership shifted from male to female, as global politics changed. In 2160, Marisa Brock invested the family fortune to support the new Nazi movement, which overthrew the genocide of Extremist Muslims in Pakistan. She had a son, Marion Brock I, who eventually arranged for her assassination. He stopped selling arms to Pakistan and backed the world movement to wipe out the Nazis from the face of the Earth. It was a global bloodbath but the Brocks’ gained political and financial power in almost every country.”