Polarian-Denebian War 5: Our Ancestors From the Future

by Jimmy Guieu

  “We hope that our call will be answered. The mayors in Paris and in all big cities, the medical schools, hospitals and Biology departments of the CNRS22 will accept and advise the volunteers who, if they want, will be guaranteed anonymity.”

  “It’s sickening, despicable,” Kariven barked, throwing the paper down in a rage. “Our heads of state must have gone mad to publish such obscenities.”

  “No, Kariven,” Zimko sighed, shaking his head. “They aren’t crazy… They’ve just fallen under the psychic domination of the Denebians!”

  This revelation troubled Kariven, his wife and their friends meeting at the Ritz in Zimko’s luxurious apartment.

  “And you think that even one Earthling will go along with this disgraceful ‘crossbreeding’?” Doniatchka snapped, suddenly surprised that neither she nor her friends could hear Zimko’s thoughts.

  He had, in fact, just raised a psychic barrier to block all telepathic inspection of his mind. “Not only do I think so,” he responded, “but I know so.”

  “If I ever met a man or woman who debased themselves in this filthy project, I’d demolish them!” Lieutenant Clark threatened as he put his arm around the waist of beautiful Bentya.

  “Oh, no, Clark, you won’t do that,” Zimko smiled enigmatically.

  “And why not?”

  “Because then you’ll have to ‘demolish,’ as you say, everyone in this room, starting with yourself.”

  “What?” the officer gasped, looking around at his stunned friends.

  “The time has come to explain to you why we’re all endowed with almost supernatural psycho-seductive magnetism.”

  The others looked at each other, trying to understand what he meant.

  “The superhuman charm making us specimens of incomparable beauty and irresistibly seductive is why we’re going to be volunteers for this experiment.”

  Raising his hand for silence—because everyone started protesting at this repugnant idea—Zimko continued, “But rest assured, we’ll have no need to finish out the exper…”

  “Zimko!” his younger sister shouted. “You just let an idea slip out that contradicts your assurance.”

  “I got it too!” Jenny confessed. “You said we’ll have no need to finish out the experiment, but in your mind you added, at least I hope not.”

  “Please,” Zimko was embarrassed. “All of us here have faced danger many times. This danger is no worse than what we’ve seen before. It is there and I think it’s normal to recognize it. I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. So, we’re going to go as volunteers to this experiment they euphemistically call ‘hybridization’. But since we’re the only ‘Earthlings’ to be blessed with superhuman beauty, backed up by an irresistible psycho-seductive faculty, we can be sure we won’t be selected for a few lowly pilots or officers but rather… for the members of the Supreme General Staff.”

  “Or for Emperor K’Wyil II himself and his entourage?” Yuln insinuated.

  “Why not, little sister? If we’re clever and make the right moves, we can hope for anything.”

  “Now I finally understand what our electrocuting power is for,” Jenny mumbled, thoughtful and determined to enter this mockery of an experiment.

  “Could we at least have a little time before,” Yuln squeezed her husband’s hand.

  “We should and we will,” Zimko insisted. “We’re not starting on this today. We have to wait a little while so that the Earthlings finally recognize the monumental mistake they made in murdering our kin and welcoming these green monsters.”

  Eight more days passed and not a single woman or man had made the “commitment” to volunteer for the unnatural experiment. On the contrary, Earth men and women stopped going out at night. The streets of the cities where the Denebians were staying became deserted at sundown.

  Sometimes the tenants of a building were startled awake by cries of terror that were quickly muffled under a gag. Whoever dared to take a peek out their window or even on the landing, said they saw a Denebian rushing down the stairs carrying the slumped body of a young woman. Another time there were two hideous Females who were dragging a man in their strong, clawed hands as he struggled in vain and more and more feebly, obviously drugged after a surprise attack.

  Some witnesses, bold enough to intervene, were lashed by the sharp claws of the filthy creatures. On several occasions men fired guns at the abductors, leaving their victims at death’s door and the corpses of the “Liberators of Earth” on the sidewalk.

  Few newspapers mentioned these infamous abductions. It was as if a gag order was given to radio, TV and the press because such news was never reported.

  The people were finally starting to doubt the good intentions of the Denebians. Public opinion started shifting, first in different neighborhoods. Anger was rumbling, ready to explode. But the Earthlings, not knowing that these abductions were happening everywhere on the planet, did not know how to react. They thought that maybe they really were isolated cases only in their own city, with only a few delinquent Denebians to be held responsible like in all races.

  Earthlings would have panicked if they had known that tens of thousands of men and women had mysteriously disappeared since the arrival of the “two-legged lizards.”

  But an official statement from the Council of the USW, broadcast in every country, soon threw the whole world into confusion.

  “No volunteer for the Hybridization experiment has yet come forward, so it has been decided in the last USW assembly that subjects of both sexes will be chosen officially. We remind everyone of the fact that this experiment, whose importance everyone should recognize, bears absolutely no danger.

  “While regretting the need to apply the Law of Improving Social and Cultural Exchange, which was voted in this morning, we condemn the anti-social behavior of the xenophobes who shock our Denebian friends and allies by refusing to associate freely with the representatives of their race.

  “We remind you again that the volunteers, if they come forward—and despite the law—will be treated well and free to decide. They will not be forced in any way and can choose as they want. The Denebian authorities will be honored to consecrate voluntary marriages, for Earth men or women, with the Denebian subjects of their choice. The first 100 volunteers will even get a voyage offered by His Very Powerful Majesty K’Wyil II, who will do us the great honor of coming in five days to visit our planet, the new protectorate of the Denebian Empire.”

  Around noon, after this stupefying news had thrown the people into turmoil, Denebian patrols were posted outside the factories around Paris. Armed with thermal ray guns, ten monsters were lined up on either side of the exit door. At first intrigued, then more and more worried, the workers hurried out with their heads lowered, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the two-legged lizards.

  Choosing young men and women on sight the Denebians would grab someone and lead them directly to a police car parked nearby. At the wheel of the car was an officer who kept his eyes forward, apparently oblivious to what was happening.

  A young female worker, kidnapped in front of her fiancé, whose arm she was holding, started screaming and struggling. A scuffle ensued. The men, letting their bicycles or mopeds drop to the ground, jumped bravely into the fray. The poor men were soon writhing in agony, their bodies burned by the thermal rays shot mercilessly by the green monsters.

  News of these horrible kidnappings, in spite of the silence in the papers, spread like wildfire through all the capitals where they took place.

  It was said that the Denebians, not being immediately accepted by the Earthlings, were forcing them to create a hybrid race of half-man, half-lizard monsters. To do this (they whispered) they were kidnapping young people. After two or three generations of intensive crossbreeding, the pure human race will practically disappear and be replaced by the “hybrids,” totally devoted to their masters from Deneb who will raise and indoctrinate them!

  But in Paris, just like in London, Washington and Moscow, the Polarians
and Earthlings of both sexes, loyal to the Alliance—with their bodies transformed by a special treatment in the Polarian planetary bases—were starting to show up at the Terro-Denebian authorities as “volunteers.”

  They were welcomed with open arms by the representatives of the Ministry of Racial Exchange, recently formed in the main terrestrial capitals.

  This rush of “volunteers” coincided with the arrival of Emperor K’Wyil II and his entourage on Earth. The Denebians concluded a little too hastily that the Earthlings were attracted by the promise of a magnificent voyage in their solar system offered by the Emperor himself to the first 100 candidates.

  The Emperor, his ministers and the marshals of the Freedom Forces set up in the Palace of the USW in Paris to honor the country where the first contact had been made.

  A big party followed by a ball—since this kind of festivity seemed to please the Earthlings—was scheduled for that night. The heads of state were invited to show the people that the governmental machines of the two races were still getting along excellently.

  When night fell, in the brightly lit Palace decorated for the occasion and after Earthling and Denebian appetizers had been served, the ball commenced.

  An impressive line of green monsters armed with thermal rifles surrounded the Palace.

  Emperor K’Wyil II, a hideous creature over seven feet tall, glistening green, with hard, scarlet eyes, had insisted on inviting the first 100 volunteers who were ready to submit to the hybridization experiment.

  Thirty Females from Denebian “high society” were also there at the diplomatic ball. Arrogant, with her busty, scaly chests stuck out, one of them—a favorite of the Emperor it was said—stared unashamedly at an Earthling “volunteer” as handsome as Apollo.

  The man held her gaze and even tried to smile. The orchestra was playing a slow song and staring straight at the awful creature the man walked up to her. He bowed respectfully and asked, “Although I am just a wretched Earthling, may I have the honor to invite Your Splendor to dance?”

  In a cavernous voice the Denebian growled something and literally threw herself into his arms.

  You could not say that Zimko was jumping with joy—because it was he who had invited the Female to dance—but the foul, oily contact with this creature was part of his plan.

  While dancing and whispering flattering nonsense to his monstrous maiden, he cast his paroptic vision around to keep an eye on the talents and tactics of the other “volunteers”. His sister Yuln, radiating beauty, was dancing now with the Emperor himself. Kariven, Dormoy and Angelvin were dancing with “aristocratic” Females.

  As for Commander Taylor and Lieutenant Clark, they looked like they were enjoying the company of two other Denebian Females.

  Zimko smiled inside. Although treacherous and shrewd these monsters from Deneb were not very skilled in human psychology. To believe that these volunteers, men and women, were consumed by love for them was the most ridiculous thing in the world!

  He changed the range of his paroptic vision, tuned it to his telepathic waves and saw the feverish activity in Agharti, the secret Polarian base thousands of miles away in Tibet. His psychic introspection was disturbed by a guttural shout from the Emperor. He was standing in the middle of the room holding Yuln by the shoulders, his claws resting on her blue spangled bodice, crying out a second time, very short, which was a sign of great joy among the Denebians.

  “Earth Friends!” he announced in his voice from beyond the grave. “I would like to introduce to you Myriam, a volunteer who has the honor of becoming my Servant!”

  Becoming the “Servant” of a Denebian was a conventional term meaning “to become his concubine”! Although the Earthlings were ignorant of this linguistic subtlety, Yuln and Zimko knew about it.

  K’Wyil shoved the Polarian onto the dance floor and stepped back, growling, “Dance! Dance, Myriam! Tonight will be our wedding night!”

  Humiliated, red and confused, Yuln caught her balance and stood there embarrassed by everyone looking at her.

  Dance, little sister, she heard in her mind. We need to gain more time at all costs.

  That night, pathetic scenes played out in the big cities of Europe and Russia. At the same time in the USA, obeying the Emperor’s orders, the Denebians committed the worst abuses.

  New space squadrons kept arriving and hundreds of thousands of men and women were abducted, others burned for trying to interfere or revolt.

  A general order, come from who knows where, granted free rein to all Denebians, including the officers in the detection posts. Besides saying that the Denebian HQ temporarily established in Paris had the situation under control, the order gave the members of the Liberating Space Forces, as a reward for their hard work and courage, the authority to choose a Servant. As a result the detection stations sometimes went more than five hours without personnel.

  The Denebian Females enjoyed the same freedom and ran through the streets in groups or alone wherever they were stationed.

  The terrorized Earthlings were living in agony. Some people committed suicide, preferring death to surrendering to the lewd, demoniacal creatures.

  In this reign of terror and horror, every man and woman thought desperately about the horrible mistake humans had made in slaughtering the Polarians!

  Emperor K’Wyil II had his scarlet eyes fixed on the Earthling girl whom he had brutally forced to dance for him. The yellow stripes in his slanted eyes started quivering with lust. Then he made a sign and some Denebians rushed at her.

  All the other green monsters, as well as the Females, jumped on their volunteers. The heads of state, ministers and other Earthlings under the psychic control of the extra-terrestrial brutes, did nothing before this orgiastic storm.

  Suddenly, the pseudo-volunteers received the telepathic order, Do it! Time’s up!

  The shouts and commotion stopped as if by magic. The Denebians men and women stumbled away from their dance partners who were tensing all their muscles in a violent effort of will that straightway unleashed a powerful electrocuting energy on the filthy creatures.

  Wheezing and panting like wild animals in a cage, Emperor K’Wyil II and his high dignitaries and aristocratic Females collapsed, their bodies jerking in pain. After a moment they lay motionless, struck down.

  In three giant bounds Zimko jumped into the next room. He tore open a kind of closet and flipped a bunch of switches, which plunged the Palace in darkness.

  Let’s meet on the upper terrace, he ordered telepathically, running to the monumental staircase.

  Easily moving through the darkness thanks to their paroptic vision, everyone was in the meeting place a few minutes later.

  Out of breath, Yuln dropped into her husband’s arms. “What an awful experience, Jean!”

  “It’s over, my love. The rumble of revolt is spreading all over the world and the Denebians are going to find out how stupid it was to abandon their posts for the sake of debauchery.”

  Zimko was scrutinizing the starry sky, not with his eyes but with his super-normal vision. “Our squadrons are all over Earth,” he announced to his friends.

  Endowed with the same ability now the others saw in their mind, like on a panoramic screen, thousands of disc-shaped spaceships. In formations of 50 Fimn’has, the Polarian ships split up, heading for the capitals and big cities around the world.

  “In ten minutes,” Zimko noted, “a squadron will be flying over Paris.”

  A rush of air blew over the huge, flat roof of the Palace of the USW. Everyone looked up and to their great surprise, even though there seemed to be no cause, the stars were no longer visible!

  Tune your paroptic vision, Zimko ordered psychically.

  Astonished, they saw the dark shape of a reconnaissance spaceship. Invisible, hovering between them and the stars, it darkened the sky.

  As the platform came slowly down from the Fimn’has, six Denebians rushed onto the terrace at the same time as the lights flooded the area again. Surprised to see
this group of Earthlings on the roof, the monsters brought their thermal guns up to their hips, ready to fire.

  Zimko and his friends dropped to the ground and threw out a violent electric discharge at the intruders. Two of them fired—too high—but one second later they all collapsed, growling in pain. Curled up on the ground, they died, electrocuted.

  Zimko and his friends ran at full speed to the spaceship, jumped on the platform and hugged one another. In a few seconds they were safe inside the ship, which took off, staying invisible until the squadron of 50 Fimn’has arrived in Paris.

  With a victory smile on his lips Zimko gave a general telepathic order to all the squadrons around the Earth:

  Immediately fire paralyzing rays on the cities where you’ve picked up the “volunteers”. Intensity 19! Go!

  After one minute, in all the urban centers where the monsters from Deneb had got hold, life stopped. Earthlings and Denebians were frozen in place together.

  “Land!” Zimko ordered. “Operation Clean-Up!”

  In tight formation the Polarian flying saucers landed and unloaded the fighters of the Space Commandos. Meanwhile, Zimko’s ship headed for the stars.

  The Commandos in groups of ten Polarians, broke into the detection posts around the globe and systematically disintegrated the machines. In every location the paralyzed Denebian invaders were brought to the spaceships that took them straight to the Gobi Desert. A huge metal sphere, more than half a mile in diameter, had been dropped there, partly buried in the vast stretch of wind-swept sand.

  Flying saucers were landing non-stop around this extraordinary, shiny sphere. Once their cargo of monsters was unloaded, they left again, leaving the paralyzed brutes to other Polarians who piled them onto a kind of moving walkway that spiraled around the sphere and poured them into an opening at the top.

  In less than four hours all the Denebians who had brought terror to the Earth were prisoners in this sphere. Then the Polarian crews left the sphere to itself. The gigantic machine slowly started glowing green, illuminating the desert with a ghostly light. It vibrated for a few seconds then shot straight up into outer space.