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many cultures may
well have a common origin story of the Tasker and his ship.
It's true, Reader, there are connections
everywhere. It's possible that Charger R/T, as he was ricocheting
all over the time line of the galaxy, trying to find and kill
Abarth, may have arrived on Earth at different times and
unknowingly created myths as well.
Why do humans create myths? Oh, I don't know,
it's just the way we are. Or the way they are, since I'm not sure I
qualify as human anymore.
No, I know that's not an answer. Let's say
that humans tend to be event-driven. Some utterly strange event,
like a spaceship landing, fires the neurons in their brains to
create an explanation that makes sense in their particular culture,
some new and interesting story. Something to wow their kids
with.
Is it because the planet was hollow that Si
Shim's spaceship killed so many people?
Yes, exactly. The crust was fragile, and the
shock of the impact of the spaceship was felt, literally,
throughout that black world.
Now we're moving ahead to 2030 and war. I
will relate this story through the eyes of some humans who were
involved in the beginning and one in particular, who was closer to
uncovering the mysteries of the past than he knew.
Chapter 6 Trouble at Gobekli Tepe
"Y ou should not be here!" the black-robed pastor roared
at Dr. Harold Opinhimmer, the lead scientist in charge of the dig
site of ancient Gobekli Tepe in Turkey. The place had existed for
over 12,000 years and Opinhimmer could see that it had been
deliberately reburied sometime in the past.
The pastor and his large group of followers
looked over-dressed for the heat of the day and the bottoms of
their robes were stained brown with desert sand. "That site was
buried for a reason and it was not meant to be dug up again. We
thought we made that perfectly clear to the 1960s archaeological
team from the University of Chicago." The pastor was red in the
face and sweating.
Dr. Opinhimmer muttered, "But now it's 2030
and science has advanced a long way in nearly seventy years." He
was only too aware of his own advanced age and frailty as he saw
the mob grow more hostile. It looked to be nearly out of control
when the Turkish police arrived at the main gates. Opinhimmer
heaved a sigh of relief and told the police that he wanted the
dissidents removed from the property. Again.
The enraged mob surged toward the gates as
the few police officers tried to disperse them. Too late,
Opinhimmer saw the rock flying toward him. A searing pain blazed
through his head and he tumbled to the ground. When he regained his
senses, he found himself being carried by two of his students back
into the safety of the compound behind the protective gates.
When he could stand again, the old man
brushed off his dirty, creased chinos and yelled through the gate,
"You are all mad! Why do people like you haunt archaeologists? What
do you and your church have to hide?"
He heard no intelligible answer. He and his
students retreated further into the encampment to let the police
deal with the unruly religious zealots. It was becoming a daily
ritual now for the police to call for back-up and more vehicles had
arrived, swelling the numbers defending the front gates.
"What did he mean, Professor, about burying
Gobekli Tepe for a reason?" a young girl student asked.
"Pay no attention to his words," Opinhimmer
said as he leaned on the two students helping him walk. "People who
are so passionate in their ideologies often make little sense.
Those people out there are no worse than the lunatics who write to
me that aliens from space were responsible for burying this
place."
"Aliens?" a Soviet student asked.
"Really?"
"Yes, really, aliens." He did not want to
talk, for his head throbbed and his arthritic knees were
complaining about his fall. But he owed his students whatever
knowledge he had. "I make it a point to read every letter I
receive. The most recent was from an American group stating that
aliens came
well have a common origin story of the Tasker and his ship.
It's true, Reader, there are connections
everywhere. It's possible that Charger R/T, as he was ricocheting
all over the time line of the galaxy, trying to find and kill
Abarth, may have arrived on Earth at different times and
unknowingly created myths as well.
Why do humans create myths? Oh, I don't know,
it's just the way we are. Or the way they are, since I'm not sure I
qualify as human anymore.
No, I know that's not an answer. Let's say
that humans tend to be event-driven. Some utterly strange event,
like a spaceship landing, fires the neurons in their brains to
create an explanation that makes sense in their particular culture,
some new and interesting story. Something to wow their kids
with.
Is it because the planet was hollow that Si
Shim's spaceship killed so many people?
Yes, exactly. The crust was fragile, and the
shock of the impact of the spaceship was felt, literally,
throughout that black world.
Now we're moving ahead to 2030 and war. I
will relate this story through the eyes of some humans who were
involved in the beginning and one in particular, who was closer to
uncovering the mysteries of the past than he knew.
Chapter 6 Trouble at Gobekli Tepe
"Y ou should not be here!" the black-robed pastor roared
at Dr. Harold Opinhimmer, the lead scientist in charge of the dig
site of ancient Gobekli Tepe in Turkey. The place had existed for
over 12,000 years and Opinhimmer could see that it had been
deliberately reburied sometime in the past.
The pastor and his large group of followers
looked over-dressed for the heat of the day and the bottoms of
their robes were stained brown with desert sand. "That site was
buried for a reason and it was not meant to be dug up again. We
thought we made that perfectly clear to the 1960s archaeological
team from the University of Chicago." The pastor was red in the
face and sweating.
Dr. Opinhimmer muttered, "But now it's 2030
and science has advanced a long way in nearly seventy years." He
was only too aware of his own advanced age and frailty as he saw
the mob grow more hostile. It looked to be nearly out of control
when the Turkish police arrived at the main gates. Opinhimmer
heaved a sigh of relief and told the police that he wanted the
dissidents removed from the property. Again.
The enraged mob surged toward the gates as
the few police officers tried to disperse them. Too late,
Opinhimmer saw the rock flying toward him. A searing pain blazed
through his head and he tumbled to the ground. When he regained his
senses, he found himself being carried by two of his students back
into the safety of the compound behind the protective gates.
When he could stand again, the old man
brushed off his dirty, creased chinos and yelled through the gate,
"You are all mad! Why do people like you haunt archaeologists? What
do you and your church have to hide?"
He heard no intelligible answer. He and his
students retreated further into the encampment to let the police
deal with the unruly religious zealots. It was becoming a daily
ritual now for the police to call for back-up and more vehicles had
arrived, swelling the numbers defending the front gates.
"What did he mean, Professor, about burying
Gobekli Tepe for a reason?" a young girl student asked.
"Pay no attention to his words," Opinhimmer
said as he leaned on the two students helping him walk. "People who
are so passionate in their ideologies often make little sense.
Those people out there are no worse than the lunatics who write to
me that aliens from space were responsible for burying this
place."
"Aliens?" a Soviet student asked.
"Really?"
"Yes, really, aliens." He did not want to
talk, for his head throbbed and his arthritic knees were
complaining about his fall. But he owed his students whatever
knowledge he had. "I make it a point to read every letter I
receive. The most recent was from an American group stating that
aliens came
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