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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Our reality is made up of thought particles and if you learn how to change your way of thinking, your reality will change as a result. Professor Elyzabeth Twain is on the verge of discovering something that is about to challenge the very foundation of our society as a whole. Are you ready for the challenge?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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THE CALL
by Antonella Dagostino
Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Apart from Pippi and Lucky whose stories are very real!
Prologue
Professor Elyzabeth Twain is a renown researcher in the field of extraterrestrial languages. However, for a series of catastrophic events, she is forced to abandon her work. Now, she is completely depressed and no longer feels motivated in pursuing the truth but her fate is about to change...
Table of Contents
1. The arrival
I am in the countryside, the sun has already disappeared behind the hills. I can’t bear the absence of you, I can’t bear my own thoughts, I feel as if something really heavy is pushing against my chest. I have trouble swallowing my own saliva as if there were a knot in my throat. I can’t breathe. I jumped on my mountain bike and started pedalling as fast as I could, until I got here, in the solitude of this valley. It is only when I’m surrounded by nature that I feel in peace. I can hear the crickets and feel the gentle breeze caressing my face. Feel. I need to feel to be alive; I can’t live locked up in my own brain. The air is slightly humid but pleasant. Depression is like being submerged by a giant dark cloud where nothing really matters. I don’t want to see anyone and I don’t believe in anything anymore. I don’t even know why I am alive.
There is a powerful moon rising tonight, I can clearly see the shape of the hills not too far from me: I love this valley. If there were a God, then I would like to meet her to ask the purpose of all this. Why do we have to go through so much pain and frustration? Why do we have to pay to exist? What kind of system is this? I was not the only one experiencing a nervous breakdown in my area, apparently more and more people were starting to pop. Many people I know of have cancer; for the first time in my life, I’ve come to realize how mortal we are, it’s like Death is always there to remind us that our time here is limited so we shouldn’t waste it – but we all do. Oh, please help me to find a better way, I can’t stand this lifestyle any more, please come and get me and show me the meaning of true love. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. I just wish some angels would come and get me out of this situation.
“We are coming.” A voice abruptly interrupted my train of thoughts.
It was weird because the voice came from my brain; it was a male voice. Hey, what’s that funny light in the sky? It’s moving like an airplane but it’s not an airplane. Oh my God, it’s coming this way, what should I do? Oh, it’s landing in front of me, the light is blinding me and who is this?
A tall yellowish being with huge black eyes is standing right in front of me, my vision is getting blurred, my senses are shutting down. I’m fainting.
2. Inside the Ship
I gradually regained consciousness in a very unfamiliar environment. I am inside a round room with strange symbols everywhere. Hey, wait a moment, those symbols… I think I’ve seen them somewhere. My head hurts. Am I dreaming? There are also screens around me but I have no clue how to make them work. There is nothing really useful for me here, it seems like I’m trapped in a sort of sci-fi oval room. Hey, hold on a sec, that’s my shoulder bag over there, let’s see if there is anything useful inside. I don’t remember putting this book in my bag when I left. Anyway, this is the book I published for my PhD called TheBook of Intergalactic Translation. Now I remember, yes, those symbols, they are the symbols believed to belong to an alien alphabet. Let’s refresh my memory by opening the book:
I did manage to translate two more symbols but because of their peculiar geometry, many of my peer reviewers told me that my findings were very likely to belong to a completely different species. The discovery was so important that I even ended up on the first page of The Daily World News.
However, my notoriety didn’t last long as some of the officials from renown government agencies immediately intervened to shut down our lab. They said that it was a matter of international security and if we had continued pursuing that path, we would have ended up in jail. Most of my assistants quit their job because they said it was not worth risking their lives but two remained: Alicia and Martin. Alicia would never let me down no matter what and stood by me until the very end. She died of cancer last year. It was only after she died that I realized I’ve never loved anyone as much as I loved her. She was everything to me: my best friend, my fellow researcher, my faithful companion and my lover as well. I was planning to marry her before we found out about her condition: cancer of the lungs. We had been together for fifteen years. The last year of our relationship was spent in and out of the hospital. A real tragedy, I’ve never been the same ever since.
I recognize some of the symbols now. This room is packed with a lot of new ones as well though. So do aliens have a language? According to prof. Illuminati, alien species only use verbal and written languages to create a bridge between us and them, apparently they only communicate telepathically. “That’s correct”, again a voice interrupted my thinking, probably the same one I heard before.
“Hello? Can you hear me? Why did you take me here? What do you want from me?” No answer, the silence in this room is almost palpable.
“You will know everything in due time” the voice said.
It’s kind of funny, this voice sounds completely emotionless as if it were coming from a cyborg. Now, first thing first. How do I get the hell out of here? There are no doors, just screens everywhere and a lot of phrases written in that alien language. Prof. Illuminati believed that when aliens write something, it’s because they want to communicate with us. Why don’t they write directly in English then? Anyway, it’s like the crop circles, there are symbols everywhere but never a direct message or at least, as far as I understand. One of the screens on the left is flashing with symbols, let’s see what happens if I place my hand on it. Bingo! The screen reacts to the warmth of my hand, it’s like a touch screen but I don’t really need to touch it because it detects my body temperature from a short distance. Now, I see a list of symbols which I’m sure must contain some sort of instructions to get out of here. Let’s have a look:
How am I supposed to translate this? Let’s see, prof. Illuminati stated that the alien language can be read like the Chinese, namely, from top to bottom and from right to left. Let’s hope there is a hidden message or something relevant, last thing I want is wasting my tim..
“There is”, the voice interrupted me again.
So you can hear every single thought of mine right? Well, good deal! That means that we won’t have any secrets from now on and, because you are so keen on my thoughts then you should know that I have a pimply ass. That’s so unfair, you can read my thoughts but I can’t read yours.
“You will in due time”.
“Really? When is this due time you are talking about?” I said loudly.
“Be patient, you are not ready for that yet”.
“Ready for what? What am I? Some sort of experiment? Who are you? You are not going to answer that? Are you?”
Suddenly a vision interrupted my thoughts. It was a yellowish being with big dark eyes, probably the same one who took me here.
That’s kind of scary. What’s the meaning of that vision?
“Is that how you look like? Is that why you don’t want to appear to me? Well, there’s always plastic surgery, everything is fixable nowadays. You know what? Don’t worry about how you look because you have already scared the hell out of me. Please, manifest yourself.” I said confidently but in reality I was terrified.
It’s been five minutes already and so far nobody has manifested. I might as well go back to my translation. I can sense that you are watching me so make yourself useful and try to help me out with this translation. Luckily, I always have a notebook, a pen and a pencil with me which prove to be invaluable in situations like this. My smart phone is not working, there seems to be an invisible barrier preventing electric and electronic devices from functioning. I can’t even switch it on, it seems completely dead. I’ve heard about this from abductees when I was collecting material for my research on extraterrestrial intelligence. They all said that their machines, cars or whatever devices they were using when the spaceship was hovering over them, stopped functioning at once as if someone had pulled an invisible plug. Now, I’m in a similar situation but nobody can turn off a traditional notebook and a pencil. I know, it’s a bad joke but what would you do if you were in my place? Let’s quickly write down those symbols and see if I can manage to make sense out of them.
