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Authors: Nolan Bauerle
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Museums, churches, temples, art galleries, old buildings... so many had been erased from the map over the last few months. Cave paintings in Europe graffitied, the Brooklyn Bridge collapsing, the Sphinx, the Smithsonian. The list goes on and on.
“Most people on Earth are too busy and self-centered to worry about a few old places burning or falling to the ground. Most people just believe old engineering is at fault. Old things don’t last, of course. No one sees conspiracy; no one suspects this is an attack. But I do.
“I was sure these attacks had some connection and some meaning to them. There were too many to just be a coincidence. So, we were at the site of the latest destruction, looking for a clue to help our investigation. And, as I was saying, I heard a voice — we all heard a voice, your mother’s voice.”
“Well, what did she say?”
“It was the first time she spoke to us, so she didn’t get much out. She said, The person you are looking for is named Jinn. He changes his body, but he’s the person attacking Earth’s history. And that was it. The voice was loud enough so that we all heard it.”
“So, what did you do?”
“We thought God was speaking to us, or something. We were standing in the middle of a recently-destroyed-then-rebuilt Stonehenge, and suddenly, some loud voice tears through the air without any discernible source. We didn’t know what to do.
“Then, we started discussing what we’d heard, and we all became excited about the investigation. The idea of our suspect being a body-changer fit and we knew it. It was a huge break and it had me humbled for missing the obvious. The twitching — we’d seen recordings of the people who’d committed acts of destruction. Body-changers often have nervous twitches — an unfortunate byproduct of the brain, eyeball and nervous system transplant that makes up the body-changing procedure. Almost no one body-changes because of this. It’s impossible for medicine to repair the damage done to the nervous system in these procedures. It’s a sub-atomic problem.”
“When did you find out it was my mother?”
“The next time your mother spoke to us, a few days later, at Stonehenge again. She told us her name and where she was from. She was never able to speak with us for long. Whatever force she was manipulating in order to speak over such a great distance — she didn’t seem to have complete control over it. She always seemed rushed and her voice would fade away eventually.”
“What else did she tell you?”
“We kept tents pitched at Stonehenge for days while we waited for your mother to speak again. In the end, the story she told me went something like this:
“A Martian spy had been living in the Blue Moon, unknown to your mother. He was from St. John’s, but had made a deal with the Martians and worked for them.
“This spy had recently fled the Blue Moon. The timing of his defection was what alarmed your mother.” Shankar paused, then continued, “She said miraculous things were happening on the Blue Moon.”
“Miraculous?”
Shankar nodded and said, “It’s what we’ve all been waiting for; the cure to all the Solar System’s problems. She said the miracle of life was back in the Blue Moon. There was an entire ecosystem there, everything was procreating the natural way — babies and pregnancy and fertility and seeds — she was witnessing the miracle of life happen on its own.
“Your mother and I also agreed on what the Martians would do if they found out this was happening. Competition in the life-creation markets. Competition from an unseen and powerful force. Mars would never allow it. The Creator of Mars would come for the Blue Moon.”
“What business is it of Mars? Why should they care? Wouldn’t they welcome the return of natural life creation? Doesn’t everyone want that?”
Shankar shook his head slowly back and forth, giving a solemn no.
“The man who controls Mars is a dangerous person. He’s
“Most people on Earth are too busy and self-centered to worry about a few old places burning or falling to the ground. Most people just believe old engineering is at fault. Old things don’t last, of course. No one sees conspiracy; no one suspects this is an attack. But I do.
“I was sure these attacks had some connection and some meaning to them. There were too many to just be a coincidence. So, we were at the site of the latest destruction, looking for a clue to help our investigation. And, as I was saying, I heard a voice — we all heard a voice, your mother’s voice.”
“Well, what did she say?”
“It was the first time she spoke to us, so she didn’t get much out. She said, The person you are looking for is named Jinn. He changes his body, but he’s the person attacking Earth’s history. And that was it. The voice was loud enough so that we all heard it.”
“So, what did you do?”
“We thought God was speaking to us, or something. We were standing in the middle of a recently-destroyed-then-rebuilt Stonehenge, and suddenly, some loud voice tears through the air without any discernible source. We didn’t know what to do.
“Then, we started discussing what we’d heard, and we all became excited about the investigation. The idea of our suspect being a body-changer fit and we knew it. It was a huge break and it had me humbled for missing the obvious. The twitching — we’d seen recordings of the people who’d committed acts of destruction. Body-changers often have nervous twitches — an unfortunate byproduct of the brain, eyeball and nervous system transplant that makes up the body-changing procedure. Almost no one body-changes because of this. It’s impossible for medicine to repair the damage done to the nervous system in these procedures. It’s a sub-atomic problem.”
“When did you find out it was my mother?”
“The next time your mother spoke to us, a few days later, at Stonehenge again. She told us her name and where she was from. She was never able to speak with us for long. Whatever force she was manipulating in order to speak over such a great distance — she didn’t seem to have complete control over it. She always seemed rushed and her voice would fade away eventually.”
“What else did she tell you?”
“We kept tents pitched at Stonehenge for days while we waited for your mother to speak again. In the end, the story she told me went something like this:
“A Martian spy had been living in the Blue Moon, unknown to your mother. He was from St. John’s, but had made a deal with the Martians and worked for them.
“This spy had recently fled the Blue Moon. The timing of his defection was what alarmed your mother.” Shankar paused, then continued, “She said miraculous things were happening on the Blue Moon.”
“Miraculous?”
Shankar nodded and said, “It’s what we’ve all been waiting for; the cure to all the Solar System’s problems. She said the miracle of life was back in the Blue Moon. There was an entire ecosystem there, everything was procreating the natural way — babies and pregnancy and fertility and seeds — she was witnessing the miracle of life happen on its own.
“Your mother and I also agreed on what the Martians would do if they found out this was happening. Competition in the life-creation markets. Competition from an unseen and powerful force. Mars would never allow it. The Creator of Mars would come for the Blue Moon.”
“What business is it of Mars? Why should they care? Wouldn’t they welcome the return of natural life creation? Doesn’t everyone want that?”
Shankar shook his head slowly back and forth, giving a solemn no.
“The man who controls Mars is a dangerous person. He’s
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