Sometimes in life one reaches a turning point. I reached one today.
I was driving out from Shamballa this evening and the copper hued skies of the desert were absolutely amazing. The flat lands are so broad out here in the middle of nowhere that one truly gets a feel for the size of the desert and sky. One can feel very small, very quickly. The events of the past few years were suddenly flashing through my head almost non-stop. As I think about the galaxy and all the worlds and beings out there which inhabit it, my Earth life seems amazingly insignificant. I remember when Yal-hune and Tho-rey warned me before the knowledge download into my brain that such knowledge would make life insufferable here. At the time I had Yal-hune and that was enough though to keep the daily routine tolerable.
If a yawn could yawn - it would be the present human lifestyle of toil then relax. Youtube, facebook, television, fast food, public education, bank accounts, shopping and material acquisitions. Even the most satisfying personal relationships eventually become numbing if there is no questing into the unknown, no intelligent personal development, no wonderful interactions with places and beings light years disparate from one's own portion of the sentient spectra.
Today, as I was driving I saw a flash of an alternate future. The cars around me transformed into vastly more futuristic vehicles. They were clearly the byproduct of intelligent and inspired designers. The landscape was more lush and everything was better maintained and more beautiful. I realized this was an alternate future that could have been. As quickly as it appeared it dissolved away and I was back in traffic, alongside retro Camaros and Mustangs, in a 2011 that's largely creatively impotent and needs to plagiarize the past when there still was some creativity - in this case the 1960s. The disparity of these two 2011's all seemed so clear and I was also aware that someone was showing me that the present we are now accustomed too - our rather boring and constipated 2011 - need not have been the way it is.
With this epiphany, came the realization that I am in a unique position to transform the present and the future. The technologies alone that I have been exposed to could thrust life thousands of years ahead of the current technological status quo. Energy? The Earth could have enough power in ten years time to power ten thousand New York Cities till the end of time. Illness? In twenty years time all bacterial and viral illnesses would be 100% curable. Quantum medicine would be a reality and would in another ten years make all cancers treatable and curable. Education? In ten years the world could be transformed and mankind would know exactly what a human being is - and finally understand the way cells work and transmit trillions of quantized data packets to resonating fields of energy. Evolution would no longer be a mystery. Education would transform the schools, the religions, the governmental structures. Life as Earth knows it would make that next leap - the leap thousand of other planets in the galaxy have already made.
Sure, I understand that most of the humans now alive aren't ready for these changes. They still need their fears, emotions, religions, biases - and even their illnesses. Too much power and information would likely be misused and abused. But the next generation, the children that grow up and wonder what life is all about, what is the purpose behind their existence and how they can accelerate their development - for these ones such a transformation of the world is exactly what the doctor ordered. The narrow blinders and cultural yoke of today can easily be removed freeing the next generations to see a universe FAR larger and more exciting than those alive today, who live all over the Earth, can even begin to imagine.
So today was a turning point. I am no longer going to hold back data and filter it painstakingly. I can work out my negative pasts AND sculpt the future. The possible futures are legion and Yal-hune left so as to protect the Earth's future.
As I passed an abandoned and decrepit old barn and rusted farm implements, that must've been at least a century old, the stagnation and decay of some things stood out to me and symbolized what has happened to America.
No more.
Today is a new dawn in America. The technologies and science of the future will now be made part of the manifest destiny of the United States. Any guilt I felt about screwing things up in the past has now been offset by the understanding that sitting on knowledge, and parsing it to those who one deems ready, is equally destructive to one's own being.
So be prepared for more curtain lifting than usual. It's going to get intense around here.
;-)
scc
Monday, January 10, 2011
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Sending a Message.
I go through more vehicles than almost anyone I know. They get shot up, teleported and more often than not - blasted into tiny pieces long before the warranty has expired. I set up an appointment with Tech78 and the SDAI Vehicle Modification Facilities to order something a bit more durable this time. Even though it's ridiculously expensive to manufacture, I want the next vehicle to be armored with Atlan-98, which will truly have the ability to withstand any ballistic weapon made on this world. While my Marauder is Atlan-98, it's too small for Yaylu to fit into comfortably and the Suburban Command Vehicle of Atlan-98 we had made was destroyed by Norchan weaponry back in March of this year at the close of the crisis.
The cost to manufacture another command vehicle of that will probably be 50 million dollars. But it's a bargain when compared to a stealth fighter or even your garden variety M1A1 tank. It's fun to design a vehicle from scratch. This one will facilitate Yaylu's seven feet and need for greater privacy. I also have a few ideas and technologies I would like to use this vehicle for as a working test-bed.
Shamballa worked overtime to identify the incoming and outgoing signals transmitted during the attempted assassination of Yaylu. Satellite imagery obtained of the event is good enough to not only identify several operatives, but even the black boxes of the Blackhawks were recovered. All the data provides a trail to one of the hydra's many heads - a rogue branch that operates out of DC.
Like a corny television spy show, the bad guys aren't always easy to identify and it's always distasteful when you know that the bad guys are receiving their paychecks from Uncle Sam.
In such a situation, precision payback becomes a fine art. Finding the rogue elements who ordered the hit and sending an unmistakable message is the order of the day. I have to wonder if these folks even knew who was with Yaylu. In their race to obtain an alien corpse they overlooked everything else. I probe the various personalities involved with my mind and realize my hypothesis was correct. This wasn't personal, simply a group vehemently obsessed about aliens on Earth and the perceived threat they represent.
In the world of intelligence, anonymity is everything. Normally, folks who issue orders are compartmentalized far away from those who actually execute the orders. The universe, when understood, affords no such privacy. Every thought leaves a signature frequency that can be tracked and traced every order and communication leaves a distinct trail. For those whose minds can interpret and perceive all this energy, the world is an open book. No secrets exist. Yal-hune taught me well, and now that she is gone I have sort of dedicated myself to doing what she would do. She would tell me to use my mind, to remain on equilibrium and to balance all imbalances as they appear in my consciousness.
A few memos to the right people will make certain this doesn't happen again. We have identified the satellites that have been monitoring my home and within 24 hours they will be effectively neutralized. The anti-alien elements will not just go away, but they will be cut off from the resources they previously utilized.
Skuuinja thought messaged me and wanted to talk to me tonight - privately. It's probably about Yal-hune's departure and Yaylu's arrival. There was something there I picked up...but I can't quite be certain what it was.
I guess I will find out later.
The cost to manufacture another command vehicle of that will probably be 50 million dollars. But it's a bargain when compared to a stealth fighter or even your garden variety M1A1 tank. It's fun to design a vehicle from scratch. This one will facilitate Yaylu's seven feet and need for greater privacy. I also have a few ideas and technologies I would like to use this vehicle for as a working test-bed.
Shamballa worked overtime to identify the incoming and outgoing signals transmitted during the attempted assassination of Yaylu. Satellite imagery obtained of the event is good enough to not only identify several operatives, but even the black boxes of the Blackhawks were recovered. All the data provides a trail to one of the hydra's many heads - a rogue branch that operates out of DC.
Like a corny television spy show, the bad guys aren't always easy to identify and it's always distasteful when you know that the bad guys are receiving their paychecks from Uncle Sam.
In such a situation, precision payback becomes a fine art. Finding the rogue elements who ordered the hit and sending an unmistakable message is the order of the day. I have to wonder if these folks even knew who was with Yaylu. In their race to obtain an alien corpse they overlooked everything else. I probe the various personalities involved with my mind and realize my hypothesis was correct. This wasn't personal, simply a group vehemently obsessed about aliens on Earth and the perceived threat they represent.
In the world of intelligence, anonymity is everything. Normally, folks who issue orders are compartmentalized far away from those who actually execute the orders. The universe, when understood, affords no such privacy. Every thought leaves a signature frequency that can be tracked and traced every order and communication leaves a distinct trail. For those whose minds can interpret and perceive all this energy, the world is an open book. No secrets exist. Yal-hune taught me well, and now that she is gone I have sort of dedicated myself to doing what she would do. She would tell me to use my mind, to remain on equilibrium and to balance all imbalances as they appear in my consciousness.
A few memos to the right people will make certain this doesn't happen again. We have identified the satellites that have been monitoring my home and within 24 hours they will be effectively neutralized. The anti-alien elements will not just go away, but they will be cut off from the resources they previously utilized.
Skuuinja thought messaged me and wanted to talk to me tonight - privately. It's probably about Yal-hune's departure and Yaylu's arrival. There was something there I picked up...but I can't quite be certain what it was.
I guess I will find out later.
Monday, January 03, 2011
Yaylu Scores A Hit
Yaylu sits beside me in my custom royal blue, slightly stretched Cadillac Escalade with very dark tinting, her alien features safely concealed from view. The custom white cloth interior upholstery was specially made to keep the occupants cool in Arizona temperatures that often exceed 115 degrees and the inefficient r134 refrigerant system has been removed and a superior freon system installed to keep the interior 65 degrees even when its 120 degrees in the shade.
At seven feet tall she needs to put the seat fully back to provide needed head and legroom. She has been talking to me all morning about her arrival here back in 1945 and her mission to observe humanity and to try and prevent humanity from making itself extinct. She has abilities comparable to Yal-hune. Teleportation, telekinesis, thought communication and an advanced understanding of physics that makes Einstein appear like a pre-school dropout. Her home world is larger than Neptune and is nearer the center of the galaxy, where most of the advanced sentient worlds reside. Her metabolism and anatomy are sustained by a unconscious effort on her part that is second nature to her. She can literally draw unto her necessary concentrations of oxygen, nitrogen and other gases, and her mind can draw molecules together to form more complex molecules she needs which are not found naturally on Earth. Her mind does this automatically the way our autonomous system breathes and
eliminates waste. Her anatomy has 12 elements not found on Earth in its composition and they, too are sustained by her mind in this less complex environment.
These elements have different properties and permit some of her abilities to manifest. It's all about energy. Channeling and manipulating energy. Teleportation, molecular modification and such require the ability to manipulate energy, create bonding frequencies, harmonic oscillations of electrons and protons and all the rest. To most, she would appear as some sort of god - ageless and with super abilities that seem unnatural - even though they are perfectly natural for her. Like Yal-hune she has the ability to shield those near her from overshadowing signals which influence thought signals generated in the brain and cerebral cortex. Like Yal-hune she has the ability to heal with a motion of her arm. Like some modern day Jesus, she could cure the blind and make the lame walk. However, she also understands that this would defeat the purpose of these ailments and perhaps fatally weaken the individual - causing much greater, and longer lasting evolutionary harm than these ailments. So she has used great willpower and refrained from interfering with human development.
China, apparently, has a remaining extraterrestrial population in the Northern regions where tall Mandarins used to hold court, distant partial-descendants of these alien beings, and under the shifting winds and drifting sands, ancient relics of a 1500 year old extraterrestrial settlement on Earth still remain.
She looks at me and smiles. Yaylu's eyes are so large one can get lost in them without half-trying and her unadulterated alien looks arouse something inside me that must be genetic hysteria. My body realizes that Yaylu's genetics are far in advance and my cells are oscillating with her and remind me constantly that she would be a great reproductive selection. Such clinical scientific understanding and description can be summed up with words less fitting for a science journal but easy to understand - she turns me on.
I know she really likes me and I think Yal-hune chose her because of a very close past life we shared together - in Mandarin China 1500 years ago. We have had an instant reporte and part of me wonders just where this all might end up.
I am cut off by a black sedan and all of a sudden I realize something is wrong. My revere has come to a quick end and I curse myself for drifting off and not paying close enough attention to my surroundings. Three more black sedans are following me and quickly box me in. I see men with automatic weapons preparing to fire at us and I put my evasive driving skills to the test. I slam the brakes and let the rear car hit us. The other three cars try to slow down to hold the box, but leave enough of an opening for me to make a hard left. The men open fire on the car and the SDAI level XI armored body and glass shrugs off the high ballistic rounds with ease - for now.
"This is Tech1. I am under heavy attack and am requesting air support. I want a live satellite feed on my current GPS and local authorities notified of a shooting."
"We read you and will comply. ETA of 5 minutes for tactical air support."
Five minutes is a very long time and these guys are good. All four vehicles are already hot in pursuit again and I drive in serpentine waves keeping the shells that hit the car to a minimum.
"Yaylu...do you know what they want and who they are?"
"I do, but you need to develop your skills and this is as good a time as any. Reach out with your mind and find out."
She's as calm and collected as if she experiences this type of stuff all the time and is not showing any fear, concern or even much interest. She's more interested in my emotional responses to this turn of events and is concerned for me and my equilibrium.
I reach out and realize these guys are working for another US-based black-ops agency, thick with Israeli intelligence ties, but US funding. They have orders to assassinate the extraterrestrial spotted in satellite imagery over my house and retrieve the body. I thought my house was off all foreign and domestic satellite grids. Satellite orbital paths now have new measures of flexibility and some folks have been busy watching me.
"They want you Yaylu, they saw us in imagery when we were in the backyard. They didn't want to wait or observe and moved fast. They desperately want to see what makes you tick."
"Yes, I know. This is why I have avoided social contact for 65 years. The human instinct to fear and destroy that which it does not understand has always been present."
I know Yaylu could teleport us out of here - or teleport herself out or do any of a million and one things which would defeat their plans, but she is going to let this unfold and test my equilibrium. Do I want to kill these men firing at me and Yaylu? Do I bias them as evil and negative? DO I have the strength to see them just as positively as I see Yaylu? The answer, right now, is no. I don't have that strength and as the slugs keep pounding the rear windows, my training kicks in and I activate the five rear 50 caliber guns mounted under the car which emerge clandestinely in the bumper. I wait until the nearest car is right behind me and I fire the guns.
The engine of the sedan bursts into flames and explodes. The car rolls over as it loses control at speed and hits the embankment on the side of the road. I reach out with my mind and I know the driver is seriously injured with a collapsed lung, broken ribs and a broken arm and needs medical attention immediately. The passenger is in shock, but no serious injuries and only a few major bruises. I almost feel guilty but I know ambulances are already being dispatched and tell myself that if someone is trying to kill me and Yaylu, I have the right to defend myself and protect her.
Yaylu looks at me and I see she has her test - not biasing me and my ignorance. I have shown that I am little different than the men following us and return negative force with negative force. She is disappointed and it shows in her eyes.
Three vehicles remain. They are extremely good and the vehicles they have were well prepped for this task. Modified high performance engines, light armoring, run-flat tires and roof hand holds to allow their hit men a brace when they fire out the windows, for greater accuracy while moving. One of their guns is better than the rest and is using some sort of exploding shell designed to defeat even the most heavily armored glass. A few more hits and the rear glass will give up the ghost.
"This is Tech1. How close is that air support?"
"Three minutes."
Three minutes is an eternity in a situation like this and I turn to Yaylu,
"Would you care to assist?"
"Assist?"
"Whatever you want to call it - help, finding a way to extricate ourselves from this hostile attack...whatever."
"No. I told you, I don't interfere in human activities in this manner. You will have to do this by yourself."
Yaylu's words make me long for Yal-hune or Shayla who would not hesitate in such a life or death crisis to assist in providing a hasty exit and ending the conflict. Just after I think this, it occurs to me that this situation is of my own making - my own pasts. I try to work out on the fly. I try to see these hostiles on equilibrium - they are just doing their jobs. It's not personal. They don't know me or Yaylu and may even have families of their own.
I hit the nitrous button once I get to a stretch of open highway and the engine surges with power. The modified gearing permits a short burst of around 140 mph even with the extra armor weight. I put a few dozen more car lengths between me and the pursuers and for now the rear glass is still intact.
Part of me wants to sweep some 50 caliber fire behind me to dissuade further pursuit, but as Yaylu looks at me I try to take the high road and keep working on the magnetics of the situation. I reach out again with my mind, to find out more about these hostiles and their boss. I see a real time observation room receiving satellite feed from cameras mounted on the pursuit vehicles. This is an elaborate operation and has its own tactical back up.
"This is Tech1 to tactical air. Three bogies, black sedans are in pursuit of my location. They have two helicopters in the arena which are closing and full engagement with all hostiles is authorized."
"Spike Leader to Tech1. We have your bogie's in visual range and are preparing to engage."
I can see six F-16 Fighting Falcons closing fast from the southwest. The two helicopters I saw in my minds eye a moment ago are now also visible in the monitor displaying the wide-angle rear view camera. Two UH60 Blackhawk military helicopters with hellfire missiles.
The nitrous is all gone. The car is slowing down...137...130...now holding at 127 mph. This is going to be very close. I deploy the anti-tire spikes, just for the hell of it, knowing they wont slow these guys down at all and I look over at Yaylu again, who is still as calm as ever, as if none of this is really happening.
The F-16s have fired missiles at the helicopters, I can feel it before I even see the streaks heading towards us.
"Weapons away."
The blackhawks veer off recognizing missile lock, but too late to avoid the frontal assault. One blows up and then the other in a continuous pyrotechnics display that creates two huge fireballs in the sky behind me. The three sedans are disengaging and I see them trying to avoid the air-to-ground missiles now en route. I watch as one would be assassin screeches to a near halt and then jumps out of his doomed vehicle as fast as he can, while it is still moving. The three pursuing sedans explode into millions of pieces. leaving burning wreckage on the highway behind us.
"This is SPIKE Leader to Tech1. Your bogies are all out of play. We will stay in theatre until theatre is secure."
I feel relieved and yet as I look over at Yaylu, I know she is disappointed. She looks at me with her eyes and all of a sudden she reflects back at me all the pain, suffering and fear I have caused in those who lost their lives in just the past minute. Tears well in my eyes and there is nothing I can do to stop them. I slow down to 80 mph and head towards a safe house with my eyes clouded by tears and remorse.
"I am so sorry, Yaylu...you know that I didn't want any of this."
"Don't apologize to me. You will be apologizing to all those who have been maimed or killed this day in your future lifetimes. You have drawn them to you that much tighter and they will be your family, friends - and you will have to make amends and save their lives, give them life, heal their wounds and more - simply because of your inability to refrain from returning negative with negative."
Yaylu shows me the children and families of the pilots and operatives in my mind and I have to shut her out. I use full mental barriers as Shayla taught me to use and I lock down my mind from all external influences and signals. Yaylu has made me feel like a monster and all I really wanted to do was make sure we both survive the hit.
I focus on my training and think about retaliation - sending the group that did this a permanent message to back off, just in case the destruction of their hit squad hasn't changed their mind. When I get back to Shamballa I have the satellite feeds and all broadcast chatter analyzed and decoded. Yal-hune passed for human and never generated satellite imagery fodder for the anti-alien earth groups. Yaylu is going to be a problem. She will score a hit every time she steps out under a satellite cameras detailed eye.
At seven feet tall she needs to put the seat fully back to provide needed head and legroom. She has been talking to me all morning about her arrival here back in 1945 and her mission to observe humanity and to try and prevent humanity from making itself extinct. She has abilities comparable to Yal-hune. Teleportation, telekinesis, thought communication and an advanced understanding of physics that makes Einstein appear like a pre-school dropout. Her home world is larger than Neptune and is nearer the center of the galaxy, where most of the advanced sentient worlds reside. Her metabolism and anatomy are sustained by a unconscious effort on her part that is second nature to her. She can literally draw unto her necessary concentrations of oxygen, nitrogen and other gases, and her mind can draw molecules together to form more complex molecules she needs which are not found naturally on Earth. Her mind does this automatically the way our autonomous system breathes and
eliminates waste. Her anatomy has 12 elements not found on Earth in its composition and they, too are sustained by her mind in this less complex environment.
These elements have different properties and permit some of her abilities to manifest. It's all about energy. Channeling and manipulating energy. Teleportation, molecular modification and such require the ability to manipulate energy, create bonding frequencies, harmonic oscillations of electrons and protons and all the rest. To most, she would appear as some sort of god - ageless and with super abilities that seem unnatural - even though they are perfectly natural for her. Like Yal-hune she has the ability to shield those near her from overshadowing signals which influence thought signals generated in the brain and cerebral cortex. Like Yal-hune she has the ability to heal with a motion of her arm. Like some modern day Jesus, she could cure the blind and make the lame walk. However, she also understands that this would defeat the purpose of these ailments and perhaps fatally weaken the individual - causing much greater, and longer lasting evolutionary harm than these ailments. So she has used great willpower and refrained from interfering with human development.
China, apparently, has a remaining extraterrestrial population in the Northern regions where tall Mandarins used to hold court, distant partial-descendants of these alien beings, and under the shifting winds and drifting sands, ancient relics of a 1500 year old extraterrestrial settlement on Earth still remain.
She looks at me and smiles. Yaylu's eyes are so large one can get lost in them without half-trying and her unadulterated alien looks arouse something inside me that must be genetic hysteria. My body realizes that Yaylu's genetics are far in advance and my cells are oscillating with her and remind me constantly that she would be a great reproductive selection. Such clinical scientific understanding and description can be summed up with words less fitting for a science journal but easy to understand - she turns me on.
I know she really likes me and I think Yal-hune chose her because of a very close past life we shared together - in Mandarin China 1500 years ago. We have had an instant reporte and part of me wonders just where this all might end up.
I am cut off by a black sedan and all of a sudden I realize something is wrong. My revere has come to a quick end and I curse myself for drifting off and not paying close enough attention to my surroundings. Three more black sedans are following me and quickly box me in. I see men with automatic weapons preparing to fire at us and I put my evasive driving skills to the test. I slam the brakes and let the rear car hit us. The other three cars try to slow down to hold the box, but leave enough of an opening for me to make a hard left. The men open fire on the car and the SDAI level XI armored body and glass shrugs off the high ballistic rounds with ease - for now.
"This is Tech1. I am under heavy attack and am requesting air support. I want a live satellite feed on my current GPS and local authorities notified of a shooting."
"We read you and will comply. ETA of 5 minutes for tactical air support."
Five minutes is a very long time and these guys are good. All four vehicles are already hot in pursuit again and I drive in serpentine waves keeping the shells that hit the car to a minimum.
"Yaylu...do you know what they want and who they are?"
"I do, but you need to develop your skills and this is as good a time as any. Reach out with your mind and find out."
She's as calm and collected as if she experiences this type of stuff all the time and is not showing any fear, concern or even much interest. She's more interested in my emotional responses to this turn of events and is concerned for me and my equilibrium.
I reach out and realize these guys are working for another US-based black-ops agency, thick with Israeli intelligence ties, but US funding. They have orders to assassinate the extraterrestrial spotted in satellite imagery over my house and retrieve the body. I thought my house was off all foreign and domestic satellite grids. Satellite orbital paths now have new measures of flexibility and some folks have been busy watching me.
"They want you Yaylu, they saw us in imagery when we were in the backyard. They didn't want to wait or observe and moved fast. They desperately want to see what makes you tick."
"Yes, I know. This is why I have avoided social contact for 65 years. The human instinct to fear and destroy that which it does not understand has always been present."
I know Yaylu could teleport us out of here - or teleport herself out or do any of a million and one things which would defeat their plans, but she is going to let this unfold and test my equilibrium. Do I want to kill these men firing at me and Yaylu? Do I bias them as evil and negative? DO I have the strength to see them just as positively as I see Yaylu? The answer, right now, is no. I don't have that strength and as the slugs keep pounding the rear windows, my training kicks in and I activate the five rear 50 caliber guns mounted under the car which emerge clandestinely in the bumper. I wait until the nearest car is right behind me and I fire the guns.
The engine of the sedan bursts into flames and explodes. The car rolls over as it loses control at speed and hits the embankment on the side of the road. I reach out with my mind and I know the driver is seriously injured with a collapsed lung, broken ribs and a broken arm and needs medical attention immediately. The passenger is in shock, but no serious injuries and only a few major bruises. I almost feel guilty but I know ambulances are already being dispatched and tell myself that if someone is trying to kill me and Yaylu, I have the right to defend myself and protect her.
Yaylu looks at me and I see she has her test - not biasing me and my ignorance. I have shown that I am little different than the men following us and return negative force with negative force. She is disappointed and it shows in her eyes.
Three vehicles remain. They are extremely good and the vehicles they have were well prepped for this task. Modified high performance engines, light armoring, run-flat tires and roof hand holds to allow their hit men a brace when they fire out the windows, for greater accuracy while moving. One of their guns is better than the rest and is using some sort of exploding shell designed to defeat even the most heavily armored glass. A few more hits and the rear glass will give up the ghost.
"This is Tech1. How close is that air support?"
"Three minutes."
Three minutes is an eternity in a situation like this and I turn to Yaylu,
"Would you care to assist?"
"Assist?"
"Whatever you want to call it - help, finding a way to extricate ourselves from this hostile attack...whatever."
"No. I told you, I don't interfere in human activities in this manner. You will have to do this by yourself."
Yaylu's words make me long for Yal-hune or Shayla who would not hesitate in such a life or death crisis to assist in providing a hasty exit and ending the conflict. Just after I think this, it occurs to me that this situation is of my own making - my own pasts. I try to work out on the fly. I try to see these hostiles on equilibrium - they are just doing their jobs. It's not personal. They don't know me or Yaylu and may even have families of their own.
I hit the nitrous button once I get to a stretch of open highway and the engine surges with power. The modified gearing permits a short burst of around 140 mph even with the extra armor weight. I put a few dozen more car lengths between me and the pursuers and for now the rear glass is still intact.
Part of me wants to sweep some 50 caliber fire behind me to dissuade further pursuit, but as Yaylu looks at me I try to take the high road and keep working on the magnetics of the situation. I reach out again with my mind, to find out more about these hostiles and their boss. I see a real time observation room receiving satellite feed from cameras mounted on the pursuit vehicles. This is an elaborate operation and has its own tactical back up.
"This is Tech1 to tactical air. Three bogies, black sedans are in pursuit of my location. They have two helicopters in the arena which are closing and full engagement with all hostiles is authorized."
"Spike Leader to Tech1. We have your bogie's in visual range and are preparing to engage."
I can see six F-16 Fighting Falcons closing fast from the southwest. The two helicopters I saw in my minds eye a moment ago are now also visible in the monitor displaying the wide-angle rear view camera. Two UH60 Blackhawk military helicopters with hellfire missiles.
The nitrous is all gone. The car is slowing down...137...130...now holding at 127 mph. This is going to be very close. I deploy the anti-tire spikes, just for the hell of it, knowing they wont slow these guys down at all and I look over at Yaylu again, who is still as calm as ever, as if none of this is really happening.
The F-16s have fired missiles at the helicopters, I can feel it before I even see the streaks heading towards us.
"Weapons away."
The blackhawks veer off recognizing missile lock, but too late to avoid the frontal assault. One blows up and then the other in a continuous pyrotechnics display that creates two huge fireballs in the sky behind me. The three sedans are disengaging and I see them trying to avoid the air-to-ground missiles now en route. I watch as one would be assassin screeches to a near halt and then jumps out of his doomed vehicle as fast as he can, while it is still moving. The three pursuing sedans explode into millions of pieces. leaving burning wreckage on the highway behind us.
"This is SPIKE Leader to Tech1. Your bogies are all out of play. We will stay in theatre until theatre is secure."
I feel relieved and yet as I look over at Yaylu, I know she is disappointed. She looks at me with her eyes and all of a sudden she reflects back at me all the pain, suffering and fear I have caused in those who lost their lives in just the past minute. Tears well in my eyes and there is nothing I can do to stop them. I slow down to 80 mph and head towards a safe house with my eyes clouded by tears and remorse.
"I am so sorry, Yaylu...you know that I didn't want any of this."
"Don't apologize to me. You will be apologizing to all those who have been maimed or killed this day in your future lifetimes. You have drawn them to you that much tighter and they will be your family, friends - and you will have to make amends and save their lives, give them life, heal their wounds and more - simply because of your inability to refrain from returning negative with negative."
Yaylu shows me the children and families of the pilots and operatives in my mind and I have to shut her out. I use full mental barriers as Shayla taught me to use and I lock down my mind from all external influences and signals. Yaylu has made me feel like a monster and all I really wanted to do was make sure we both survive the hit.
I focus on my training and think about retaliation - sending the group that did this a permanent message to back off, just in case the destruction of their hit squad hasn't changed their mind. When I get back to Shamballa I have the satellite feeds and all broadcast chatter analyzed and decoded. Yal-hune passed for human and never generated satellite imagery fodder for the anti-alien earth groups. Yaylu is going to be a problem. She will score a hit every time she steps out under a satellite cameras detailed eye.
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