And Time Convicts
TimeSaga Story Four
I remembered the words from Ted Chemill, “Mister, you don’t know what I know. This alien stuff is not weird and wonderful, but scary and destructive. We need to come to terms with the possibilities, and that means doing more than simply making vague claims and wild hypotheses. I will hire you to actually become a scientist, because I believe you have the drive. The question however is, are you going to join those of us you despise?”
It took the presence of Dr. Rudolph Ryans to convince me to switch back to hard science. I had started my life looking with wonder at the things that those of the past tried to tell us. Where others saw the influence of beings from another world, I saw fools lifting up the gifted into the realms of the gods just because their wisdom of what was truly possible was so limited. Their imaginations in the past were much more awesome than their reality. Now we could make our wildest ideas tangible, at least in a visual manner, and the acts of our great people were scoffed at. Dr. Rudolph Ryans was not just part of a company making grand feats possible, but one of those actually doing those miracles – actually one of our modern gods. I thus listened to his words grounding one of my wild beliefs with the logic of solid science.
“There is no doubt this thing could be electronic. The gold is not decoration, but appears to run through this thing like threads. I believe other discolorations were direct doping of other elements to create circuits.”
Ted asked his company guru, “Anyway to prove that?”
“Clean it up. I am not saying that we would understand its purpose, but could at least prove it does manipulate an electron flow.”
I had to say, “But if it is electronic, it could be –“
Both men quickly voiced a negative with Ted then challenged me to drop my association with paranormal researchers and go back to real science. Having two men from RayWeight with me definitely had me tempted to agree. That company was doing modern miracles with people. What they were performing had nothing to do with speculation or dreams, but people left their influence highly altered. I was not being asked to start dreaming another dream, but to set my feet back on solid ground and have others look upon me as a god.
Suddenly I found myself traveling to speak with people. I did not want their interviews for their stories of what they claimed, but to hear the facts they could relate. I checked names, places, and looked over evidence. I turned in reports, and listened to complaints along with advice about to possible improve my chances of success. After analyzing my own evidence, I would start to work on my next plan of attack making travel plans and setting up dates to interview people.
I turned down Egypt. While I could not doubt the influence of religion in that part of the world, evidence of any real science was very scarce. The Americas did have the gold and evidence of very precision processes in its construction, but again no real indications of having practical daily knowledge of modern technology. East of the Middle East, through Iran into India, signs of batteries and other electronic remains became evident. I thus turned my research in that direction.
I looked up from my desk on board the research vessel, as a very odd metallic sound came over a speaker. The one controlling the submersible looked at me with a surprised expression when I told him to do that again. As if thinking the sound was a bad thing, he questioned my command.
“Sir, we hit something.”
I clarified, “Something metallic.”
“Uh, yes, Dr. Rothman.”
“What the hell can be metallic here? Do that again, and verify what we heard.”
As the man moved the submersible, others in the room checked things. Metallic things could be in the water, but not set within the drop of the continental shelf. The submersible was checking signs of a possible city once existing on the edge of a shoreline that had existed when the water level was about seventy feet below its present state. Others spoke of natural processes that could have caused stones in the surrounding ocean bottom to appear cut and set into place, but I sought evidence of a once thriving culture. Only the recent history of man provided large pieces of metal to be found. The sound of the submersible again striking metal however gave me hope that my backers had proven themselves right in putting their faith in me.
Seventy feet was not a difficult depth for a dive. The current was a little strong both from the ocean current moving along the continental edge and the flow of a river from inland. Stronger motors had been put on the submersible to assure its ability to move, although I stayed calm at times when the pilot cursed his difficulty in getting the machine to perform maneuvers. Sending divers down would be possible, but they also would need to take precautions in order to challenge the current.
Luckily at the moment we were not concerned with the weather. I thus found the divers willing to go down and no one bothering to make any trouble with setting up some equipment. As the submersible came up, the divers went down, and I kept my concern on doing my best to make out things on the monitors.
One good thing about the current was that it washed away the silt stirred up as the men sought to clean up what sounded like a strange metallic surface. Those of us in watching on the monitors could not agree on what we were hearing over the speakers. There was a ring as if there was a hollow behind the metal surface, although it quickly died down as if dampened by something. Of course, I was hoping to find something like the object that initially had me search for this place while others in the room just hoped for a sign that we were not disturbing some relic of a recent war or other odd detritus of recent human activity. Looking at the monitors, we often had the divers stop so we could look at what was being revealed.
The lead diver claimed that we were looking at a mica deposit rubbed smooth by the currents. My time of quickly jumping to some paranormal conclusion helped me to shut the man up. I easily pointed out that I had never seen a mica deposit so large or smooth. It caught me by surprise to hear a usually skeptical academic speak to support me before having the divers move the light. Even the lead diver had to admit that we found something when discernable symbols became revealed.
We watched as the divers set to work to further clean the surface. The fact that we were looking at a metallic surface of precious metal could not be disclaimed, but none of us could understand whether the elements showed corrosion or even smaller runes. I suddenly saw a depression become revealed from the accumulation of silt, and screamed with delight.
“BARRY!” my skeptical academic companion retorted. “What are you talking about?”
I was already making connections on my computer. Dr. Kuliak did not argue with my command to route the signal to my computer, but did move to look at to whom I would have view the image. Seeing that it was the usual front man to RayWeight kept him from canceling my actions, as I am certain he wanted the man’s opinion as well. While I saw nothing on my computer screen, I hoped the other was getting a video feed even as I heard him speak.
“Barry? What is it?”
“Look, Ted. This is it. This is where that device goes.”
I guess that I woke him up, as he did not turn on his camera. I however heard him ask some questions informing us that he was indeed looking at the visuals I had sent to him. Finally, I heard the conclusion I sought to gain by contacting him.
“This will take some time, although I have already put some action toward assuring a lack of problems should this moment ever come. Expect a delegation, but until then do what you can to clear up the site.”
Dr. Kuliak asked, “Sir, what do you think we found?”
“Think? We might think at RayWeight, Floyd, but we put action behind our thoughts. What is important is not what we think, but what we find ourselves knowing. When I get there we will be wanting to know, Floyd, so you support Barry in directing a full scale clearing. I challenged Barry to find out things, and stop making his wild claims that he thought was probable. Thus, when I get there, I will be seeking to discover if he met his goal, and not what either of you think was found.”
After the connection was closed, Dr. Kuliak looked to me and said, “Don’t tell me that this something to do with aliens.”
“It is something to do with the ancients not being as primitive as we believe. Either aliens visited us, or ancient humans had access to far more knowledge than our present authorities will believe. Proving either will be a major step toward our understanding of our place in the universe.”
“Oh, don’t give me that crap. This will be simply be another obscure site that you UFO freaks will pontificate about when there really is no evidence for your claims at all.”
Keeping control of my voice, I said, “I don’t think so. I believe that we will gain solid proof of something that will knock the socks off learned authoritarians like you. That is what Mr. Chemille and Dr. Ryans challenged me to do, and I think I have succeeded.”
“The more fantastic the claim, the greater the need for solid proof.”
“The harder the rock, the finer the grit as it wears away.”
We traded comments like that between us all the time. Dr. Kuliak was really a cold scientist intent on making what was found fit into old already-proven-wrong theories. I did have the history of jumping on every new piece of new data with a claim of it having extraterrestrial origin, but I felt my recent work more than declared a change of attitude better fitting someone able to make good discoveries and seek their proper place in history. My resurfaced faith in the scientific method I felt needed to be duplicated in Dr. Kuliak, which was something he would not admit at all. The verbal fight however never got mean, and I often found our comments to change to actual discussions of history.
I looked at what was being revealed, and could not help but confidently say, “I think I will win this time, Dr. Kuliak.”
“You cannot win with the belief in aliens, my boy, because those back in time could not imagine such a concept. Those not of their world would have only been considered from the land of the gods. They were thus gods to those people.”
“Will just be proof that they had technology. Honestly, technology will first have a true scientist look to recent industries to assure the finding is not really recent. Even if it is proof of ancient technology, it is still another step to show that it was of alien construction.”
I looked again at the strange surface with its strange markings. While there were inscribed symbols, which I assumed were writing, the only inset was in the shape of what I remembered the odd piece of hopeful electronics to be. It was rectangular with angled points making an equilateral triangle with the main surface about where the bars of a cross would be on a Christian symbol. While what I would call a keyhole I felt to be the evidence I had been searching for, even in my least reputable years, the training of a scientist had my eyes go back to the strange markings.
“Those are not hieroglyphs,” I said, “but actual writing.”
Dr. Kuliak replied, “That could be important depending on the actual age of this site.”
“Age? There is no way that this site can be less than four or five thousand years ago.”
“Even if I agreed with you, my boy, it would still be our duty to prove it. We don’t go jumping to any conclusions. We might say things to the cameras to assure a flow of funds from certain pre-opinionated groups, but a real scientist, such as I, only sees years of verifying specifics and writing papers before any real acceptance of a conclusion can be established.”
“There has to be a fire, a drive, to keep you going through all that toil. That is what I have, and why I was hired. You, old man, will give up and just start repeating the mistakes of the past so you and those like you can sleep at night.”
“Maybe, but I was hired to assure that you did the work properly. The world does sleep better with my conclusions. If you are going to wake them up, it needs to know that there is really something to be alarmed about.”