2 0 7 7 by Tilman-Otto WAGNER (best ereader under 100 .txt) 📕

«Do you think they will arrive in time?», asks Alena in a silent tone, her fingers clinging his left hand.

«Our plants are dying. We need that water within the next two hours or everything will be ruined. Our elixir …!»

Alena is leaning her head against Tristan’s shoulder, her long raven black hair falling down over his right arm. A solitary tear rolls down her left cheak. They are standing at the edge of Oases 5, staring hopefully into the distance. Every now and then, a dust cloud rises from the crusty ground.

«Still no sign of the rain messengers yet?», they hear Kaura Kaibe asking behind their back.

His sharp turquoise eyes are pointed alternately at the love couple and far distant shivering horizon. Running his fingers through his silver grey hair, his face stonily tranforms into a frowning forehead and a shadow slowly covers his face. A premonition trickles into his heart leaving a bitter taste of powerlessness.

«The rain messengers will not come», he whispers in a resignated tone.

Alena and Tristan are turning their heads like they could have heard his silent words. She leans her forehead against Tristan’s strong cheast and starts crying. He caresses her head, holding her in his arms. Kaura Kaibe looks at them speechless. Then he swings his arms into the air, signaling the other oases fellows the gravity of the situation. Turmoil creeps in among the people. They start rumbling about, gesticulating agitatedly. Noone would have known that it was to become the begining of their harshest time in zone T3. Proving his leadership qualities Kaura Kaibe gathers his fellows for a crisis meeting. Sitting down in a circle, in the refreshing shadow of the wild olive trees, they are murmuring mantras and meditating. Some of them are performing a rain dance, hoping to propitiate the Gods above for mercy. Their movements are rhythmic and graceful. The other half of the 35 love warriors and freedom fighters in oases 6 sinks down into a collective trance state. They hold each others hands and continue singing and meditating under the worried looks of Kaura Kaibe. Their orange-light brown saris and habits are almost undistinguishable from the grainy sand of the desert. Only their long raven black hair flies in the wind that is gradualy turning into a sandstorm. The women run for cover in the wigwams, holding their children in their arms, while the men attach the ropes of the tents. Everybody is running for cover, hiding their faces behind dupattas and shawls. Bit by bit, oases 6 is turnning into a huge sand dune forcing Kaura Kaibe and his fellows to move away. A few love warriors are mustering and saddling the camels and black Arabian horses, loading their backs with the last five water jerry cans, their life elixir flacons, some fur blankets and pouches with dried meat, malil and green tea. Tristan and two of his friends are leading the caravan northwards, in the direction of oases 3.

Meanwhile, Dr. Slix traced down by help of his ageless intuition the first repository. Behind an immense silicon block integrated into a mountain rock, he found the green entrance. He steps slowly inside. Complete darkness surrounds him. Then he activates his nightscope searching for a corridor or passage. Before realising what happens, his entire body is being vacuumed by a huge turbine. He spins around a gravityless web of cell tissue and slimy telescopic meat. Was it just his imagination playing tricks on him, or was he really sliding into a molecular time-hole? Thus he tries to release the oxygen feed into the camouflage suit, naked darkness swallows him into the infinite vacuum of the time leap.

The transmission signals on their detection devices disappeared. Ot and Ve recoil. What is happening? How could Dr. Slix dissipate out of a sudden? They look worried at each other, having a bad presentiment … a molecular time-hole … Anger and sadness overwhelm them. Something dies inside their hearts. They could never ever accomplish their mission without the help of Dr. Slix - their spiritual mentor and beloved friend. They are on their own now, but they have to carry on.

The troop of 200 snipers finally reached the headquarter of the RCSW in the «Wotogor»-sector. It was a sudden attack through an underground tunnel beneath the main building. Some of the robot security guards were deactivated by the IT specialists in the troop. After an intensive, exhausting battle with several victims and cracking explosions, some of the snipers managed to take six royals and three presidents hostage and blow up the control room and big parts of the RCSW buildings. Two presidents were dead and other two escaped. The shivering and sweating captives were loaded on the cargo area of the requested aerocars. It was almost sure that they wouldn’t cheat the death sentence of the Intergalactic Commissioners. Death by hanging was the primordial punishment for all dehumanized, corrupted and gready leaders, who lost control over their actions by abuse of power and organized annihilation. Their corpses were burned in the manner of a sacrificial ritual, redeeming their evil spirits. The android people of «Wotogor» watched the whole execution with relief. Finally, they could return to their homelands, which had been confiscated by the terror regime henchmen.

Guarded by a few security robots, the two fugitive statesmen leave the «Wotogor» -sector behind, reaching a remoted AIDS33-infected colony in the T3 zone of Eurerica. The government marooned the sick people in the colony, abandoning them to their fate. As soon as they notice their misfortune, four bald androgyn androids with open wounds and fierce eyes grab the two statesmen and trail them to one of the steel-claded igloos. Blue light is gleaming out of the evil-smelling interior of it. Another dozen of bald AIDS33-infected androids are standing in front of the igloo, looking angrily at the human capture.

«Your flesh tastes good. It’s really difficult to get some out here. We subsist on frozen fecale matter and amphetamine pills», says their leader, who is coming out of the igloo. His slimy oozing nostrils and mouth bubble as he speaks. With a sudden raise of his left arm everybody kneels down at his feet. The icy wind blowing from the west, is airing a little bit of the obnoxious smell out around the flat, deserted land. Statesman one is being tied down to a rusty bronze cross. They ripp down his clothes and start filleting his skin bit by bit with lancets, eating the flaps of skin. More and more androids swoop down on the screaming and fidgeting man, devouring his bleeding body. Statesman two is watching horrified the feast. His shivering body is trembling. He knows that he is going to be next.

Ot and Ve still didn’t find any of the Seven Magnetic Keys. Their fellow citizens in Plutonanix infected with the T4-virus increasingly die without getting the chance to get administred the antidote. Ot and Ve are running out of time. The chondrite planet is unreachable.

«We need Dr. Slix for this. How the hell are we supposed to …?»

«Don’t speak!», Ve interrupts her friend. She points at the sky. Black clouds of acid rain approach. Ot and Ve run for cover under an iron bridge. Rusty spots and mouldered vines stretch out on the greenish iron construction. The acrid fumes of sulfonic acid rise in the humid air. Ot looks around the greyish area, trying to locate a TeleporterGate. Firing shots hit the ground in front of Ve’s feet. They run away. Steamy acid clouds pour their deadly load down on them.

Far away from the cooling breeze of Ocean A.P., Kaura Kaibe and his fellows are regenarating in oases 3 after the exhausting escape through the arid desert of Afrisia’s A7 zone. After loosing some of the camels and black Arabian horses to the hungry desert, the love warriors and freedom fighters reorganize and build up their tents together with their congenial friends from oases 3. Kaura Kaibe and Mira Mallow, one of the other health gurus, are agitatedly talking about the socio-political escalations in the «Wotogor» -sector.

«I am afraid that we are facing the worldwide implemenation of a mind control apparatus. We know that all three SPAs are, as we speak, working together on the finalisation of an intergalactic data transmission system. This system is capable to activate and deactivate every single android or cyborg within a range of 200 million miles“, Mira frowningly addresses her worries to Kaura.

«As we speak?»

«Just a matter of 27 time units away from launching!» Mira’s face turns pale as she is staring horrified into the feverish, greyish sky. Her hands tremble. Kaura presses her to his chest, gently caressing her long, silky hair.

«We will survive … We are a few of the last sentient human beings on this planet. Who knows, maybe even in the whole universe! It is our duty to preserve our species. Our sould, our mind is of cosmogenic origin. The energy that animates us, transcends beyond time and space. The human mind is stronger and more complex than robotics and computer engineering», he decisively concludes their conversation. Mira’s eyes brighten up as she kisses Kaura on his forehead. Kaura and Mira reach their hands and raise them demonstratively into the sky.

The love warriors and freedom fighters of both oases 3 and 6 are bursting into elation, celebrating their unity. Even their black horses are neighing for joy.

Dr. Slix is spinning around the gravityless web of cell tissue and slimy telescopic meat in a dimolecular time-hole. His perception of time and space dissolves into the cold darkness. He is trying to cling his gloved fingers to the slimy matter surrounding him. Everything flickers in front of his hurting black eyes. His camo suit switches to a space suit function. Oxygen tubes supply his respiratory tract while he’s being vacuumed with ultralight speed into the time-hole. The molecular structure of Dr. Slix’s energetic field is being dissolved into tiny light particles. His exhausted body reaches a place in the universe where no human being has ever been before. Rays of light blinden his eye-sight. Every now and then, his body stops floating for a second. With a sudden twisted move of his torso, he pushes his body into a temporal loop which is connected to a magnetic field. Dr. Slix sniffs a chance to escape the dimolecular time-hole by switching on his jet-propelled gear integrated in his space suit. Outpacing the speed of light, he rotates out of the time-hole, reaching a TeleporterGate. He jumps out of the dimolecular energy field, landing on hard ground. As he raises his head, hundreds of treehouses unroll in front of his eyes. Shrieking sounds echo in the moisty air of the rain forest. He knows that he is in zone A5 of Antarlia. Before he can explore the pictoresque terrain, a poisoned arrow hits his neck. His body falls to the ground.

Some sort of nightmarish vision wakes Ot and Ve up from a deep sleep in a deserted blueish area. They still can’t reach a TeleporterGate. It’s getting dark. Ot’s transmission device is running low. He is trying to get in touch with the Intergalactic Commissioners by using off-time-space waves. Useless. Ve plugs in her transmssion wire to Ot’s camo suit inlet. She is trying to charge some of Ot’s life energy credits. It’s been quiet a few time units ago, they hitted a supply center. About 20 % of Ve’s energy level is being conveyed into Ot’s body. Then she turns her system power off. It’s the only possible way to survive along Ot’s protection. Ot slowly recovers from the exertions his metabolic system has been exposed to. His eyes look around the few blueish fields and hills that are looming on the horizon. The orangeish sun-fireball is sinking into the black abyss of the universe.

‛Is this world as it still stands the only place to be around our endless universe? Every planet out there is being reborn, over and