And Atlantis had existed tomorrow by Justin Mader (electronic reader txt) 📕

Because the access to the spaceship led rather by cleft area, they had renounced the application of a LRV (LunarRovingVehicle). They had to estimate therefore approx. 2 hours of walk.

However, that's why they had got electric motor amplifier in the foot hinges, leg hinges and arm hinges of her space suits built-in. Now every step was strengthened by electric motors and allowed to not tire them so fast.

After the descent to the reason of the gulch they saw before themselves the body of the ship rising. Like a precipitous vertical cliff face rose there thus by 500 meters upwards and disappeared in the darkness of the moon. The descent had made hot and cold them, nevertheless and the integrated air-conditioning had to do heavy work. In wise foresight, several arrangements had been made to dam these difficulties. On the one hand an inside windshield wiper and, on the other hand, a face cleaner had been integrated into the helmets. In spite of all that they panted immensely after air when they came below. And found out that the strength did not go out, but possibly the energy stack and the oxygen to them though so fast. The stock had decreased because, although differently calculates, already about 10 percent.

"... Beeep..., twenty Vandenberg, can ascertain here in the reason of the gulch several metals remain. look out like ribbed, thin metal nets.... However, Beeep... the chassis suspension struts look out like big screw-like interpreters, they rise in the rock!"

After they had gone for approx. 1.5 kilometers beside the ship body in the direction of cockpit, they could discover this for which they had hoped, since they had been entrusted with this mission.
"... Beeep..., twenty Vandenberg, we have actually discovered a long crack where the hull is cracked. We test the waters and try to penetrate into the ship!"

The floodlights of her helmets tore abstrusely twisted, distorted and from the impact maltreated metal parts from the darkness of the ship. Everywhere lay remains and tools which one could assign to no certain function. Was this there a shelve, or a strut for the further burst bulkhead located in front served? If this was there an extra-terrestrial machine, or merely the cover of the containers which lay there behind. Were these cable harnesses which had been simply torn out with the collision, or were they a part of a compound system in which any technical function was inherent? Anyhow they reminded of the winding struts which they had seen in the 'town'. Reverentially they looked at the group pieces and imagined that all these parts had been taken since several thousand or even million from years by no more intelligent being in inspection.

Thus, they still struggled for miles by the field of rubble when the state of the rooms improved substantially. On the one hand, they thereby made headway faster because they had to remove no more remains aside, now, on the other hand, special care was right, because, nevertheless, maybe still some aggregates were in a sort of state Bye company. Now they came to several bulkheads, were open, however, everybody, or half-open, so that they had to forced apart with the electric hinges amplifier. When they penetrated, finally, into the cockpit section, then, nevertheless, however, it surprised what they found there.

There lay on a kind of lounger a humanoid body with peculiarity connected bone-like rods in the face. The rods were on forehead, eyelids, upper and lower lip and were connected by joints. Otherwise, the body lay there as if he had lain down just here yesterday. The body was clearly female, blond hair curled and obviously, her mouth was open.

"... Beeep..., twenty Vandenberg, have here one UEB (UnidentifiedExtraterrestrianBody). Very good state, obviously female and with a material reminding of a metal net dresses. In the face a sort of controlling instruments, I will try to take this thing.... Beeep..., oh, obviously in the body stuck on, or maybe even grown. Will take up here everything with the camera... Beeep... peculiar tattoos in the upper arms, like switching circuits... have found furthermore yellow slips of paper with a peculiar writing. Now takes frozen secretion leftovers of nose and eyes..."

"... Beeep..., twenty Vandenberg, I can also confirm the head of another UEB's, looks as if it has been meticulously separated from the fuselage. However, the body is not observed. "

"And here... I am able to confirm do the finding of a weapon.??? ..... a sort of assault Rifle, ..."

"Attention, LM-15, here Vandenberg twenty, your oxygen stock sinks too fast for other investigations. If they take the found objects insbesonders the practicing, the slips of paper and the storm gun and they return presently to the land ferry."

When they had returned, finally, certainly in the LEM, they made other photographs. In the warmth of the land ferry one saw, like the body of the woman who was covered with a light layer of ice slowly thawed and formed a shining, watery surface. Alexei Lenonow still took some photos and Rutledge filmed the extraterrestrial brought in the LEM.

After another hour, they returned to the command module of Apollo 20. Eight days later, they landed safely on the ground, but could make for reasons of confidentiality no statements on this mission. As she later learned, the body according toradio-carbon Dating method were 1.6bn years old.

Timeflash!

Anata Snofu would play with her contacts and then some heads would roll. Especially some of these military hardliners who obviously wanted to settle illegally here. To rely on the provisions of the Immigration Act, was utterly ridiculous. It said more or less that you would first emerge from hyperspace in the Orth'schen cloud, then residual velocity of the spacecraft entirely, then seek permission for entry into the inner system and then adding on was asked to re-accelerate to perform a short hyperspace jump and then land on Atlantis. All this was an unnecessary procedure that cost plenty of time and energy and therefore was not respected by anyone. Well, she vowed, perhaps with others you can dealing with, but not with me .... ! She would never forget it!

Fortunately, she was not immediately performed in a cell, but directly in the command section of the battleship. She entered the "Command" from the fuselage side, so from behind. In front of her now each command sections spread out scalloped. Right were the areas for tracking, radio and computer network arranged, left the ranges for weapons technology, power and dinghies use, very front she could see the positions of the pilots which had arranged twice. In the center, located slightly raised there was the commanding potest, found space for two persons. The commander and his first officer, or the commander of the fleet. Everyone looked in flight direction and turned away from her. At the front of the bridge she could see the video wall, where the most important information for surveillance, tactics, and the representation of different localization filters were seen. In this specific case, there was to see "her" Nostremo in all possible false colors, representing all possible tracking and emissions.

The commander had obviously noticed her coming and turned his heavy contour chair in her direction: "Welcome to the Atlantis-sector Protect Commander Snofu, nice to see you again." Was this really now a polite gesture, or merely a sarcastic comment? But just how he knew her secret classification?

"So I'm going to complain about this treatment at the highest agency and then, ..."

"... and then? Higher than Lord Protector, perhaps directly at king Atlas, or even at Poseidon himself?"

The second contour chair at the Kommandopotest turned around and there sat Lord Protector Mikaal, exactly this person, where she probably would complain, say their top secret contact she wanted to use. Her mouth fell open and she stared upward. Nevertheless, she had to look upwards to the Kommandopotest, a conscious, psychological gesture, she knew.

"Now, otherwise, however, this is not your kind to snap so silently at air at all, my dear Snofu!", Mikaal attested sarcastic. Then he got up, came down from his high potest, went up to her and hugged her warmly.

"Now you could already laugh better once, however, I am glad, nevertheless to see you here."

Slowly she could breathe out the pent-up air: "But what is by my ship and which is why..."

"Everything after the row, come please to the adjoining conference room, we have to discuss something important which is not determined for the ears of each!"

The conference room was a comfortable, intimate place, with comfortable contour chairs, noble, paneled wood, an object with all technical Know How, equipped with conference table and natural cultivated plants. A room of full luxury which did not fit thus at all in the sober professionalism of a battleship. But exactly for these reasons it had been furnished just thus and not differently. It should emit all only conceivable luxury and comfort, so that one could make decisions inside here which were not dependent on the hectic rush and the activity of the upcoming problems existing outside this room. Of course, Mikaal let serve pressed juices which came from the exotic fruits of the planet Atlantis and which were refreshing very well and which also allowed to pose all problems of the everyday life forgotten. Also, various alcoholic beverages stood for the choice.

"OK, first, what happened to you in Artusia, could the big titan's advice achieve an arrangement?"

"No, on the contrary", answered Snofu frustrated, "now the contrasts came out even more clearly and particularly the contentious issues between the settings of the Kronos and the Iapetos became clear again. Whow, the different ways of thinking of both kings could not be bigger. While Kronos represents the traditional Line, Iapetos looks at the existing system as corrupt and stubborn and would like to abolish it rather today than tomorrow. Can you imagine that? Our system which has already proved itself since thousands of years, so a conference of 16 big kingdoms which always democratic and fair laws have created, should be even abolished questioned, maybe. Iapetos would like to drive even a still clearly heretical line. He would like to integrate even the people into all decision-making processes! Can you imagine that? The people are not able to meet on account of his low perception, nevertheless, incapable so big and far-reaching decisions! And, besides, all these problems nothing deal at all with the politics, but only with the fact that our economy have going down slowly indeed brook down, since we have gained in the outside colonies. The outside colonies simply do not yield the profits which one has promised to himself from them. And you must support them, support and support again. Profits are not to be got there. Their local politicians are corrupt and put the possible profits in own pockets. I see this with my enterprises in the Antaressektor. 76 percent of the cargo there are luxury goods, 20 percent of technical tools and... and four percent are food, I repeat food. And the Antaressystem is an agrarian system! They actually would have to export these goods, not to import. And the export articles are neither technical nor other important goods for the welfare of our empire, these are merely rather useless textile goods whose quality are far under the standard of our empire. We should escort these outside worlds in the independence and not try to lift her standard of living and to adapt as an all-embracing commercial power, as a big protecting brother. Thereby we become, the middle class which we carry the system poorer and poorer. This is the true reason for the political tensions in our empire!"

Mikaal had to smile, of course not everything was wrong what Snofu had said, however, but not only the economic deficits of these states were the reason for the fact that it fermented in the empire of the titans. Also, the competition between the single kingdoms played