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  The Immortium

  : Second Genesis Vol 1

  By Eric Alan Williams

  ISBN-13:

  978-1722002756

  ISBN-10:

  1722002751

  Copyright © 2018, By Author Eric Alan Williams

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  Chapter 1: Second Coming.

  The Dakota-X Satellites were in full buzzing furry as their sphere-shaped bodies tracked behind the shimmering red comet, R-9. The onyx colored orbs chased quickly with their green laser propulsion drives, leaving their own trail in the cosmos as they did their best to keep up with the galactic giant. Meanwhile, live recordings were being fed back to dozens of satellites orbiting earth, giving them a chance to prepare. The spherical orbs had been following the comet for many months, thanks in part to a tip that had been given to Galactic-Corp after being hard pressed by Zelda Eastwick, the commanding officer for the Global Historical Division. The basis for her claim had come from an old research log that had resurfaced, warning the division of the R-9’s possible existence and its next approach towards earth.

  The R-9 comet was the largest in recorded history to ever be recorded. Aside from its size, the oddity had another quality that had perplexed the scientific community back on Earth, it's glittery red color, earning the nickname, the crimson comet. The comet looked like a sparkling ruby, blasting through space, leaving a haunting spectacle behind it, it’s crimson tail.

  While the brightest minds earth had to offer, mustered their mental fortitudes inside the lunar space station’s central biodome, they prepared for the worst. The silvery room, was state of the art, comprised of the best technology 2118 had to offer. Dozens of scientists dressed in their white kevlar uniforms worked diligently to assure that their trajectory plans were solid as they compiled data at their touch screen computers. They had to be sure that the missile they had spent six months in crafting, since the deepest space probes picked up the crimson comet’s estimated course, it had to be on target, no errors of any manner could be allowed, or else mankind would face the same fate as the dinosaurs.

  Grand General, Reese Rhymes, was the most decorated man the new world government had ever had thus far. He was in his early seventies, but by looking at him, one would surmise his age to be later 50s. He was a hardened man, both inside and out. The burn scar across his right temples, that had eaten away at his salt and pepper hair, was one of several battle scars the man had acquired since before World War 4, the event that gave way to the rise of the Global Alliance. The man stood there, in his gray kevlar uniform, daunting his stars along the shoulders. He was ready to give the order with his gruff voice. All he was doing now, was waiting on the prime moment.

  The Grand General wasn't the only world leader on the Lunar Space station, Lunar-1. Supreme Prime Minister Sophie Wildhawk stood beside him, wearing her white hooded robe, bearing the world emblem over her right breast. She was the first native north American woman to ever be elected to such a pristine position. Sophie was 62 and had spent most her life fighting as both a soldier, and a political figure with unsurpassed spunk. She stood there, proud of the troops, military minds, and the scientists that she counted on, to save the Earth from certain doom. She also prepared herself to deliver her address to not just the two thousand residents living on the lunar space station, in either one of the seven biomes or those living deep within the hollowed out inner city now residing inside the Earth’s moon, but also the world it orbited.

  On Earth, a prosperous semi utopian society had arisen from the ashes of World War 4. This new order embraced every form of renewable energy, mainly perfecting solar power to optimum levels. All buildings were fitted with a synthetic alloy called solatex, a solar absorbent material, with an onyx hue to it. Both roadways, sidewalks, buildings and various other structures all had this material coating their exteriors. Roadways lit up with LED lighting, which had replaced the need for archaic yellow paint and resembled jigsaw puzzles that had been put delicately together. The power grid utilized the roadways now as both transportation for automobiles, dronemobiles, and also energy distribution, eliminating unsightly power lines altogether.

  The people dressed in any manner of garb. The more aristocratic preferring robed outfits, to tuxes and evening gowns. Other classes it depended. One thing about the culture that had arisen, was a heightened level of being more conscious about health and wellbeing. Obesity was rare, though other vices did persist. Most thing things deemed unhealthy, had heightened taxation, along with everyone paying a double healthcare tax akin to the Medicare tax that some countries previously used which fed into paying for Global Care. Global Care itself, was one of the modern worlds primary successes, finally bringing health care to everyone, and eliminating co pays, deductibles and premiums. As for food, animals were no longer slaughtered. Cloning had reached such unprecedented levels, that all meats could easily be grown in large cloning vats now. Plants for harvest were grown in warehouses, since bees had become scares since artificial pollination was required. At any corner, these facilities had sprung up into towering spectacles, that surpassed the clouds.

  Worldwide, the population had just re-established itself to two billion amongst all habitable land masses thanks in part to cloning technologies to help mankind replenish. The war had taken such a toll, that between the devastation, and biological warfare, humanity had finally faced the brink until the global alliance evolved from NATO and the UN to bring peace and stability.

  Atop every building, every field, every street, the world waited. A no-fly order had been given hours ago, forcing all dronemobiles to land, along with commercial aircrafts. While some prepared to celebrate, religious outpourings could be seen in heavy demonstration. Meanwhile, more devious elements that had survived among this new world order, took to the streets as well.

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  The comet was just now passing Jupiter’s moon Ganymede. The lunar space station there was much smaller. Only three biodomes had been created so far, while an inner development of subterranean living quarters had been established. There, Trevor Graves, a play boy by all accounts, but also a sophisticated genius, prepared his own data, sitting at his command chair. Trevor was a handsome man of 36. Dark haired, and olive skin, that glistened due to his maintenance and Greek heritage. He was tall. Well built, from the years of dedication to his daily exercise routines and wearing his own grey body armor made of kevlar. He had no stars, for he was not a general, he was simply a scientist, that had recently gained division lead over Galactic-Corp, the branch of government that had absorbed all space programs on earth.

  From Trevor’s perch, he brought up a viewing screen in the command deck. He saw the crimson comet whizzing past his station. His mouth dropped, while the hair on his neck stood up right quick.

  Trevor spoke into a commlink shaped like a global representation of earth on his shoulder. “Grand General Rhymes, it's not too late. We can still derail R-9’s trajectory. Are you sure you wish to proceed with attempting to destroy it?”

  Rhymes was once a man of reason, but after countless secret missions, the last world war, and constant terrorist attempts on the new world regime, the man wasn’t taking any chances anymore. “I WANT THIS FUCKING THING BLOWN OUT OF THE HEAVENS GRAVES.”

  Graves grasped a tablet that was connected via a cord to his armchair console. He was directing round shaped sensors on the exteri
or of his grey building’s round hull. He sent sonar waves, followed by laser based sensory beams, hoping to get a clear scan of the passing giant. Each scan proved inconclusive due to properties that failed to register on the known periodic table. Even Trevor's AI couldn’t calculate possible compositions.

  “Grand General, we simply do not know enough, again I advise using a sonic concussion blast to alter its course.”

  Rhymes scoffed. “You had your chance Graves. Without concrete data, we will proceed with termination efforts. Once this thing is blasted to bits, I want you and the rest of Galactic-Corp’s 900 ranks back on Lunar-1 for briefing.”

  Rhymes looked at a cadet manning the nearest cubical, “When it gets into mars orbit, we begin launching protocols of the HX Missile.”

  Sophie stood there crossing her arms. She spoke with a kindness ot her voice while she fixed her silvery hair up into a bun. “Are you sure Grand General, are you absolutely sure? Trevor’s data is compelling. He thinks that it is possible to redirect the comet’s course.”

  Rhymes looked at her with his brown eyes and huffed. “Madam Supreme, this is our world’s best chance. Even if we did redirect it, what is to say it wouldn’t circle back around one day, and later generations have to make the same choices…”

  The woman could only nod.

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  The Surveyor-2, Saturn orbit.

  While the Dakota satellites pursued the invader to the solar system, a space shuttle near the outer rings of Saturn was studying the properties of several elements found in the rings of Saturn. Given its location, General Rhymes decided he wanted a human perspective of the comet and had enlisted the ship's crew for aid... From bird’s eye view of the craft, it was shaped like a teardrop, with the pointed end being the helm. It was solid black, having green pulsing lights down around it's sides, and a translucent cockpit. Aboard the Surveyor-2, four scientists watched the space terror that they knew was coming in both awe and horror. The esteemed and youthful, Ethan Holiday was the ship’s lead commanding officer was wearing his grey kevlar uniform, sitting at the helm of the small craft. Ethan was a genius by all accounts, in his early 20s, the man was already responsible for quite a few breakthroughs ranging from terraforming, fusion technology and slip travel modifications. His blue eyes watched, as his lean figure sunk into his command chair. He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and shook his head. He asked in a slightly effeminate voice while he turned his head to the blonde woman sitting at her computer terminal wearing the same uniform. “Janis is it still on course for earth?”

  “Affirmative Commander Holiday, the trajectory is the same, the Pacific Ocean sir.”

  Ethan was a little annoyed at the task he had been given. It was diverting him from project genesis, a terraforming endeavor of the largest of Jupiter’s moons. Despite his grumbling, he conformed to the request of General Rhymes.

  He pressed a commlink on the end of his arm chair with the tips of his left hand’s fingers. Quickly it brought up a viewing screen of Grand General Rhymes, and the Madam Supreme. “Grand General, this is the Surveyor-2, trajectory analysis from Saturn Orbit confirmed. No mechanized error can be found Grand General. The comet is on a confirmed course for earth.”

  Rhymes growled. “Surveyor-2, enter the slip, and get back to Lunar-1 on the double, we’re preparing to launch.”

  Ethan nodded. He closed the viewing screen allowing it to resume its view of Saturn. He looked to the pilot, a young man in similar attire, with a bald head sitting there awaiting orders. His station looked like the seat of a car in some respects, aside from the wheel which was shaped like a motor cycle’s steering wheel. “You heard him. Enter the slip, engage the slip drive.” Ethan said.

  Cadet Hanson pulled the wheel towards him, and pressed the glowing buttons on the ends of the handles. A screen in the center of the wheel opened up, that had touch screen access. He entered the coordinates of earth’s orbit. Once he completed entering the numbers, he engaged another set of keys, activating the slip drive in ships engine room, which looked like a pulsating man-sized metal box, glowing various blue, yellow and green colors along it's chassis. The box was attached to glowing power cords, eight of them. Inside the box, the red glowing cord, was feeding it space dust from outside. The core began to react, pulling the dust into a cold fusion sphere, which began to rip apart the dust particles, and fuse the atoms into useful substances as a byproduct. The box began to glow.

  Hanson saw the fusion core preparing. Once it reached maximum he pressed the green button on both ends of the wheel and began running a scan for tachyon particles. Once the system detected them and alerted him on his screen, he pressed the yellow firing mechanism at the ends of his wheel, emitting a powerful green laser from two points on the exterior of the helm. They were angled to the center, targeting at the same location. The laser stunned the particles and began vibrating them until a yellow spiraling hole in space, resembling a tornado, made of yellow energy appeared. He pulled at the wheel, and the ship entered the anomaly.

  They called it the slip stream, which was an interdimensional current that was discovered 18 years prior. The slip stream, allowed a ship to enter it, changing its vibrational frequency to appearing like a ghost moving through space. In the slip, a ship could travel from one point to another, within a matter of minutes to a few hours, depending on the distance. In our solar system, the slip allowed ships to travel from earth, to Neptune within two hours or less, with Saturn’s orbit, they could reach earth in a matter of an hour.

  From the ship’s viewing window, they saw what looked like the inside of a glowing yellow tornado, which remained the constant view until the singularity opened up on the other end beside earth’s moon. The ship looked as if it was spit out. A yellow cloud seemed to evaporate after the hole closed.

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  Mars’s Orbit.

  The comet traveled quickly, faster than they had anticipated for a body so large. Trevor had deduced that the comet must possess qualities most other comets clearly did not, aside from its pigmentation. That and given his scans were unable to detect anything known to his database.

  It was nearing Mars’s orbit now. Twenty-two clear biodomes rested on the Martian surface now connected by translucent tunnels. Each one, inhabited by a mix of humans, and droids. Droids of this age were designed to resemble humans, though some thought they looked reptilian. Droids had a chassis shaped like various human forms, fitted with a metallic scaled mesh that fit snugly over their chassis designs. They looked human mostly, smooth in texture, having a distinguishable nose, smile, and facial features. Only their scaled skin and LED lit eyes gave them away. Most, those in black, were militarized or enforcers, white usually meant medical, while yellows and blues were civilian assistants. Some wore uniforms, while others simply paraded around unclothed given they were not anatomically correct.

  A black droid, built like a robust male, had his designation, etched into his chest, HKC-888. He spoke with a warm voice, as he sat in a small room, surrounded by computer screens. “The comet is passing Mars Orbit…”

  At the lunar space station where Rhymes resided, he walked over to a white computer terminal. He pressed his hand on the identification screen. It prompted what looked like a silver snake, with a blue glowing round head, to arise from its side. It gently scanned his retinas, “IDENTIFICATION, CONFIRMED.”

  Rhymes looked at the screen, that had populated while the Dakota satellites continued to stream live coverage. Meanwhile Sophie spoke into her commlink. “Citizens of the Global Alliance. It is today, that we move as one. Our brightest minds have worked around the clock, to ensure the survival of our race, and our world. No matter what happens, from this day forward, we will remember this day, as a day that we continued our strength as a solidified world, and we will face the next part of our history together.”

  With a simple nod from the Madam Supreme, the Grand General, pressed a new button that had emerged from the console. It was a green button, long, req
uiring his full hand, to press it down. Upon locking, a black rocket emerged from a launch pad out on the lunar surface. The rocket pulsated with a blue light, traveling down it's shaft. Then lights erupted underneath it, green lights, forming laser trails.

  It took exactly ten seconds for the missile's laser propulsion to guide it into meeting the comet like a sperm would fertilize an egg. It was like watching life erupt in space. Nine powerful red bands erupted, followed by three rainbow colored ones, indicating the comet’s ice, heating up rapidly. The burst was as bright as a newborn sun for an additional sixty seconds, then it was like watching a light being turned off in the darkness, as it faded into blackness.

  Chapter 2: Xairin Dean Thunder.

  Xairin was a simple man of twenty-eight years of life. Xairin, by any means, wasn’t anything spectacular to look at. He was six feet even, weighing in around two hundred and twenty pounds of undeveloped potential. Only a few features set I’m apart from a physical perspective. He had auburn hair, and green eyes, and a welcoming smile formed from his heart shaped lips and his roman mixed button nose. He had an unremarkable chin, not cleft, but diamond shaped. He always kept a five o'clock shadow, neatly trimmed. On his back, he had an oddly shaped birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon atop his right scapula. Other than that, he was physically ordinary.