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The Carneeg – Chapter #3 … Help me write it!

Written By Janr Ssor – Published By Janr Ssor. Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434. All rights reserved. REPRODUCTION OF THIS AND ALL TEXT ON THIS WEBSITE IS RESTRICTED! Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author and the efforts of E-Publishers to provide media in the format you want and need. — Read and comment or email  (JanrSsor(at)gmail.com) your suggestion!  Help me write it! Instructions? -> ReadHere 

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The End Of The Beginning

Back on Earth and thousands of miles away from Nilore a seemingly unconnected event was about to complicate Zearbings’ secret plans.  Janr Ssor and his co-pilot Q were just leaving Earth’s orbit in their experimental Silver S-600 mining saucer.  Using the enhanced Bussardi drive and a new inertial dampening field, they had reached the halfway point between Earth and the Moon in under six minutes after launch.   

This was their stopping point for mission review, after all, this was the first manned mission for mining asteroids with a Bussardi drive saucer ship enhanced by inertial dampening. Before the planned even faster thrust, to complete their mission, engineering review was needed and now in progress.

Q turned to Janr and in his normal hyperactive state said, “Janr, did you and Anne talk about maybe bringing back a gem for her upcoming birthday?”  Janr laughed, and said,  “are you reading my mind again?”  Q responded, “Heck that’s easy as pie! You are so excited about finding a large gem it’s just bouncing off the insides of your head!  I wish I had a girlfriend half as pretty as your Anne to bring a present to!”

Janr laughed and responded, “Anne is deserving of anything I can find. She puts up with my talking about everything: my programming, medical research or anything no matter how technical and she never falls asleep. I know I can go on and on when I am excited. I would love to bring her a souvenir since you know we are each entitled to bring at least one home as a gift for test piloting this space toy.”

MaryAnne, the Artificial Intelligence, then spoke up in a very sexy female voice, “Boys, I don’t know why they call you test pilots when a hot lady like me takes most of the responsibility for this mission!  And what about rewarding me, huh?  Janr dear, if you would take my requests seriously and make me a nice soft sexy bod, you could have a mistress who would never even expect a reward, well at least nothing physical. A curvaceous bod would be enough for me! Get the hint big boy?”  

Q said, “Janr, I can’t believe you sneaked that almost perverted personality chip into this A.I. and got away with it.  How the heck did you do that!”   

Janr laughed, placed his two hands in a steeple like formation beneath his chin and with his most studious expression said, “If you contemplated your plans and actions with the deftness and skill that I do Q, it would be elementary. You are quite aware that MaryAnne, my residential A.I. has been imbued, thanks to my genius, with the blessings of human quirkiness and sexy femininity.  I even managed to achieve this victory without a lengthy discussion with Anne. I try to plan my moves like a skilled chess master. My MaryAnne at home, knows to never use her personality chip when Anne is present or when Anne is at home with me. Actually, she is to only use it when we are alone. This is the brilliant design model I used for our friendly MaryAnne here but without those artificial restrictions.  As for sneaking it in, I will assure you that I presented a detailed logical research proposal outlining the negative effects of social isolation on human performance. As a result my work here is funded for justifiable reasons not just whim! There was no question about the logic of my proposed research. In fact, there is a twin saucer, though it’s an older model, being launched simultaneously with ours that will be used as a control in this clinical psychological research project, as I call it. It is actually occupied by two female test pilots.”

nuclear-2136244_1920The comm light suddenly began to blink, and a soft ringing repeated. It was a request for telecom access. Janr said, “MaryAnne, open this channel, please.  Immediately, the voice of Janr’s close friend, Ibrahim Neu, the director of Earth’s Luna base,  T.I.C. (Terrestrial Interplanetary Communications),  resounded through their ship in his powerful commanding voice. The screen cleared and his handsome face appeared but it was clearly filled with lines of tension Janr had never seen.  Janr always loved to listen to Ibrahim’s deep bass voice in public lectures on physics, telecommunications or the beauty of Islamic teachings, as his genius extended to all those subjects and much more.  However, this was the first time Ibrahim had ever appeared agitated. Ibrahim in an urgent tone bellowed, “Our telecommunications network is being commandeered, Janr! It is on the FM frequency that you noted from the Bussardi fusion eggs. I believe someone here is sabotaging our system I am…….”  And his communication was suddenly replaced by NASA’s emergency broadcast system.

The emergency communication CIA notice appeared as the screens flickered to form a new focus. This quickly cleared as Janr’s wife, Anne, came on screen. Her usual ivory skin and soft freckles were replaced by a nearly grey pallor and lines of tension showed around her eyes and mouth.   Behind Anne stood the president of the United States as well as several military officials who Janr knew quite well.  They apparently were in the oval office, all with very serious looks on their faces.  Anne, whose flowing red hair filled center screen,  spoke up as soon as the green connection light stopped blinking.  Her green eyes were lit with intense focus.

In a decidedly tense voice she said,  “Janr, I am speaking to you as head of the CIA.   Ten minutes ago, we received a transmission that overrode all the services of our telecommunications networks.  In it a fanatical Muslim extremist, known as Muhammad Al Zearbings, appeared and spoke to the world all at once via our commandeered Lunar Network.  He said that in just  minutes, he would begin to wipe the Earth clean of Judeo-Christian civilization once and for all.  He was going to demonstrate his power  by destroying London, Paris, New York and Los Angeles.  

We then received images of his terrorist associates standing at Times Square, the Eiffel Tower, Big Ben and Hollywood Boulevard. Each had an incredibly small football shaped device worn around their necks which he told us was a nuclear bomb like device. He then showed us images of something in their right hand that radiated brilliant red light and he told us that in ten seconds each city we were seeing would vanish forever in a nuclear blast.  

He then did so in exactly ten seconds!  Millions of Americans and our international brothers vanished in a blast of nuclear flame that left deep craters in the earth where great cities and many millions of people had just taken their last breath.  

Al Zearbings has just stated that because the Islamic people are compassionate and just, he will give us thirty minutes of prayer to ask forgiveness of Allah before he destroys the rest of us.   We have now about twenty four minutes.  He says that unlike the total and instant annihilation he has just demonstrated, he will burn our cities slowly until the nuclear fire leaves the same pit in the Earth it has where New York had been.  He will do this to cleanse even the soil from the evil we have created.  The slow burning death is to cleanse our spirits through suffering which, he claims, Allah has decreed we must pass through before we reach our final punishment in Allah’s hands.

He has also told us that for the heritage of future generations, he and his colleague, Al Anif Malik, will fly into space on a Bussardi powered saucer to video the joyous occasion for future generations.

Unfortunately we believe he can do  all he has promised!  Your experimental ship has the first Bussardi cannon as well as drive, which you were to test for mining purposes.  In truth, this cannon is also planned as a weapon for the maintenance  of peace.  We would like you to turn back and immediately attempt to use it to destroy what we believe is his headquarters.  We have it on good information that his headquarters are located in the city of Nilore in Islamabad.  Ibrahim has warned us about the FM transmissions from Islamabad and from the Bussardi fusion devices but, unfortunately, it is too late for millions!  Destroy the entire city, Janr!  It is unlikely he can use his saucer ship to activate the process; however, after you destroy the city, if you sight his ship, wipe it from existence!

It is our only hope!  The cannon is set for a focused small burst as needed for mining but we are now transmitting  the technical information showing you how to widen its beam to take out the entire city.  We believe Al Zearbings has done much the same with Buzzard fusion generators that he has told us he has planted all over the Earth.  His are set for a 360 degree pattern, we believe that is how he destroyed millions of lives just minutes ago.  

As the director of the CIA and with the support of the President of the USA and our leading Generals assembled here, we authorize and command that you take this action immediately!  You will see the security authorization on the telecom panel now illuminated.  Janr, you are to stop your ship now and reset your ship navigation for the target we have just sent your computers.  Q, you are to begin the technical modifications as Janr is navigating back to the Earth.  The tools to adjust the cannons spread are in the locker # 10  where you will see a red mechanic’s tool box.  Use the psion wrench and let the computer guide its settings with what we just transmitted to your robotics database.  To do this you will have to crawl into the panel under your dashboard and open vent # EGG-L1 which is just in front of your seat.   I am sure you recall its final installation and test adjustments on the firing range before launch last week.”

Anne’s voice rose a pitch in tone and intensity and she continued, “We now have less than twenty minutes!  I am praying that you will get to your target and be able to stop this madman before we all die.  We will stay in direct video communications as you begin this vital mission. In addition, be aware that you may see his saucer ship as you arrive at your destination, if so, it will be your secondary target.  Our prayers are with you.  If you have no questions, please hurry with all your might!”

Janr, whose forehead was now covered in perspiration had loaded the navigational changes into the system and was manually stopping all acceleration before Anne concluded her speech.   The ship was now facing the Earth and beginning to accelerate.  However, the change in destination  without pre-programmed settings caused the computer to be unable to engage the inertial dampening system and we could not accelerate as fast as we wished to without losing consciousness or being tossed against the wall and splattered there.

Q, whose hands were visibly shaking, now had the tool box and was trying to get under the dashboard but could not do so until Janr decreased acceleration.  At this rate, the computer was calculating we would not arrive at our destined target for thirty minutes!  It was way beyond what we needed.  

Janr asked Q to rush the fix and began to pre-program the target so as to be able to activate inertial dampening.  This could work.  

Anne continued to addressed them from the monitor as they worked.  With a clear effort to maintain a calm tone, Anne said,  “Janr,  we understand the issue with inertial dampening.  We agree the only way for  you to attain your target is for Q to first adjust the target spread and for you to pre-program the target.  Had we thought of the inertial dampening, we would have sent it with the target data.  Our computer is giving us a 90% chance that you will succeed in time, if you do as you are doing and pre-program the target. Once completed, it should require only  seven minutes to arrive at the attack coordinates.”

With an added sense of urgency Anne leaned forward and said,  “Proceed as you are doing and we will all survive!”

Q’s eyes were stinging as perspiration dripped into them.  He could feel his heart pounding. His mind was well focused on his task but images of the millions of people who had lived in NY, his home, refused to totally recede from his mind.

Janr’s cold hands typed commands faster than they had ever before.  His eyes were riveted to the screens as each update came closer to a final flight plan.  Other than their heartbeats and the hiss of the ventilation system, there was nothing but silence as Q and Janr hurried to make the needed modifications.  After six minutes of silence, a loud clang came from beneath the dashboard as Q closed the maintenance door.  Q ran to return the kit to the locker and sealed the door.  Running back to Janr, he looked up at the comm screen and every muscle in his body knotted up in tensions as he began to scream involuntarily. The oval office was filling with smoke and they were splashing pitchers of drinking water on each other!  Anne’s hair appeared to be smoking!  Q shouted, “What is happening Anne!  I thought we had 13 more minutes?”

Anne coughed and in a hoarse rasping voice managed to say,  “It appears this bastard has started the heating process early.  The temperature is rising insanely fast.  Please! Please help us! “

Janr looked up to see hell’s fires beginning to ignite the room in which his beloved Anne stood, despite the pounding in his chest and tears forming in his eyes, he slammed the keyboard activation button.  With his eyes glued to the screens, his ship ripped through the atmosphere in just under seven minutes and was quickly above Islamabad. The oval office had vanished from his screen and with it the sounds of screaming people dying in a fire, which Janr could only imagine. His blood pounded in his head with every beat of his heart so much that his vision also pulsed. Still, he remained focused and worked as fast as any human could. As they stabilized their position, MaryAnne, the ship’s A.I. reported a saucer launch from Nilore directly below them, the secondary target!

…………………………..  to be continued!  Have a thought?  Share it!

The Carneeg – Chapter 2 – Help Me Write It!

Written By Janr Ssor – Published By Janr Ssor. Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434. All rights reserved. REPRODUCTION OF THIS AND ALL TEXT ON THIS WEBSITE IS RESTRICTED! Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author and the efforts of E-Publishers to provide media in the format you want and need. — Read and comment or email  (JanrSsor(at)gmail.com) your suggestion!  Help me write it! Instructions? -> ReadHere 

Beyond Words  (Chapter 2)

In another dimension and over 30,000 years away in space-time from Earth, Earth’s coming challenges were about to be indirectly sensed by the biped Creon known verbally as “star.”

Another biped like being, Red, who was also a Creon, could have been recognized as a possible descendent of humanity from his physical similarities to human form; but, that original humanoid form had vanished from his land nearly 30,000 years ago and was no longer of any historical significance. Red could also have spoken with his remaining vestigial vocal chords but that would have been a frustrating and pointless waste of time.  His name was not spoken it was pictured. Vocalized names were for creatures who used sound to try and communicate their mental images; the Creon had no need for vocal names or vocalization.

Red, like most of his brethren stood six feet tall. His massive head was nearly as wide as his shoulders and somewhat vertically oblong. His neck looked like a wide aged tree root, well anchored to his muscular shoulders and at the top forming an arch to suspend his alien-eyes.red.gold.pngheavy head. Red’s nose and mouth looked like something out of a little green man from space photo, both being made of slits and dots. It was his oval eyes that were most captivating. They were five times the size of his ancestor’s eyes and held large red snake like oval pupils whose inner edge were rimmed in bright gold. He had no eyebrows but between where they would have been was a very slightly shallow indentation with a hint of bluish skin tone, his third eye. The top of his head was hairless but the skin covering his head was ridged all the way back to the nape of his neck where two ridges traveling vertically with his spine dove into his head (this was a cartilaginous covering over the large arteries and veins supplying blood and cooling to his oversized brain. His body, legs and arms were very much humanoid other than for the six multi-jointed toes and fingers on each extremity.  Genetic engineering did have advantages over evolution.

Red who was a genetic engineer was known simply by an image of a red dwarf star surrounded by a halo of space time distortion. It was a summoning image that he was very fond of. When communicating with lesser intellects he, however, allowed them to call him “Red” since, for him,  hearing was not as frustrating an experience as attempting to vocalize.  He could certainly hear, see, sense touch and, in fact, had sensory abilities the many lesser beings could not even imagine.  However, he mostly communicated and achieved his daily goals by the use of his many PSI skills. Being called sonically was not something he liked but something he tolerated. He didn’t need to be called at all as he could sense his callers thoughts but it helped them to know he was aware of them when they spoke, if he turned his eyes upon them as they frequently did for each other.  

Red’s colleague whose summoning was an image of a hydrogen atom, specialized in environmental physics and space-time-dimensional travel. He too, of course, had a name for the convenience of lesser beings; he allowed them to call him “Hy.”  

Hy and Red were members of a civilization descended from the ancient Illuminati. They called themselves the “Creon” for the lesser beings but visualized themselves as the Creator (a black hole)  because they had been creators of new lifeforms for thousands of years.

At the moment, Red and Hy were distracted from their work by an image from “newly born star” who accepted the vocal name “Star.”  Star was about a twick away and was working nearer the core of Terra. At his station, at the moment, he was viewing most of the Milky Way Galaxy space traffic display screens. The metallic glowing head rest he reclined against helped him interact with the galactic subspace computer mind (the Cosmic Mind) that coordinated and monitored all space travel in his galaxy.  His shared image was telling Hy and Red that several spaceships traveling in space-time-dimensional travel were in route to their home world, Terra. It was in fact, most unusual too as precognitive scans of the life forms in the ships clearly showed them to be only at the prime level of intelligence. This was nine levels less than the Creon. They should not have been able to attain this type of travel or even vaguely understand it. These beings were as primitive as the Illuminati were when they began building their new world near the core of Terra. Millennia ago, the Illuminati had experienced an unusual genetic evolutionary leap forward, they had begun to develop telepathy. In addition, they were already far above their brethren in intellect. This had led to them separating themselves from their ancient surface civilization by moving underground to be closer to the geothermal energy of Terra and the  black hole at the center of every planet. They had planned and succeeded on using its power to empower their civilization with endless energy. It also enabled them to travel to the stars by FTL technology. They no longer had anything in common with the surface dwellers, who seemed at last cured of their desire to wage wars.

Star continued to share images that made it clear that the three ships in route to Terra were not only traveling in a way primitives should not be able to do but were in addition traveling from a world that was a dimensional harmonic of theirs. In essence, they were coming from a world almost identical to theirs in many ways but, of course, not identical in all and from a time similar to when their ancestors the Illuminati moved underground. This was something only a being like a Spheron of Creon creation could readily accomplish. This was of interest as it might hint at a genetic modification or mutation that was as yet unknown to the Creon. They agreed that these beings were worth studying when they arrived. They would entice them to come to their citadel, Creon, and then examine them like any new species.

Red and Hy agreed that Star’s interruption was worth noting and sent Star an image of soft rain causing the soon landed spaceships to sprout into vines. Star was pleased that they were looking forward to the outgrowth of this coming event.

Red resumed imaging the double helix  and its new possible modification as their research work’s previous focus continued.  They were close to completing the genetic design for a version of Creon that could live on Aquaris II where ocean pressures were far greater than on Omega-2, many miles under the ocean surface. They were pleased with the new beings expected appearance too, as making the new form parabolic meant less energy expended by the Aqueon in navigating the ocean’s depth. The next phase of design required a sexual response between Aqueons.  A response that would trigger a positive evolutionary pattern. Neur joined them instantly as he was, of course, aware of their need for a brain and hormone expert. Neur had recently chosen a retinal ganglion cell image for his summoning and allowed lower life forms to call him “Neur.” The three formed one and began redesigning the helix with instant images of a final birth product for technical review and, of course, to choose from. The coming arrival of the Earth beings was of no significance for now.

……………….  to be continued.  Feel free to share your thoughts and suggestions by Comments to this text or in private by emailing me at  JanrSsor(at)Gmail.com

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