I wanted to speak and tell him about how
scared we…rather I was at the time, how I wasn’t sure how much we could trust
someone who let other people die, but before I could form some words, he began
again.
“There's so much to tell you all, but I want you to know that there are
others. You are not alone." At the mention of others, all eyes were
fastened on the speaker. "World-wide, there are a few thousand.
Fortunately,
your gene pool is diverse. That will
benefit the repopulation problem. Now that I know about this colored material, I'll share
that with the others. If they'll let me. You are relatively safe now. The transports have departed for home. Only a few scouts are left and will soon join
the fleet. A word of caution. If you need to travel, as much as possible,
do so at night. The scouts do not fly at
night and rest in orbit around the planet.
If you must travel during the day, keep yourselves as small and
inconspicuous as possible. I see some
motorcycles. That'd be considered
small, not completely invisible, but less so than your vans.”
Doctor Manning, who'd been quiet all this time, spoke next. “Sorry to change the subject, but what have
you been doing all this time? How'd you live
among us and no one caught on?”
“Well, we didn’t live in caves,” LX replied, causing a brief bit of
laughter among the group. “Actually, you
might be surprised. One of my last jobs
was working at NASA. I'd like to
think that I was quite helpful getting the first North Americans on the moon.”
“Wow!” Tammy reacted with
awe.
“But the Russians beat us into space,” Bruce injected.
“True,” LX continued, “but that was because of my friend here.” LX nodded to the nearest N’davalite companion,
who suddenly began to sport a silly grin.
“Perhaps I understood the conditions better than my compatriot, but I
was a little afraid for the West, if the Soviets gained complete supremacy in
space. There was a certain jealousy
between the two great countries, but during the years of communism, they were
much more dangerous. You have no idea
how close you were to a nuclear winter and annihilation.”
“What do you know about that?” I asked.
“Having our own people in the various countries, speaking the
language with perfection. Having
impeccable credentials and intelligence, we've been able to
infiltrate your planet’s governments completely and in so doing, knew what was
afoot, to quote Sherlock Holmes. Then
things changed. The Berlin wall fell. Peace seemed to be within easy reach. Even China became more open. Now there is a country that the world leaders
needed to watch. As a nuclear power with
an unlimited supply of cannon fodder, a war with that nation would have ended
things immediately.”
LX paused for a few seconds and looked at his friends. I took the opportunity to return to our
original subject. “Earlier, you spoke of
scout ships and then only during the day, but the first night of the invasion,
there were several ships in the air after dark.
So how come they aren’t flying them now?”
“Scouts are not piloting attack ships. Those who fly attack ships are on duty
twenty-four/seven, as you would say. The
attack ships are long gone, parked in the hangar bays of the mother ships. The scouts will land and search you out, but only if they see you. There are only a few, but you never
know. Anyway, you have nothing to fear
during the night, you'll be safe.”
“I was wondering whether I should mention this or not before you
spoke, but I've noticed that other than today, no attack has been perpetrated on
your enemies, here at least. This has either
been a wise decision on your part or just plain good luck. In any case, if a ship lands and a scout
disappears, this will cause alarm and others will come searching for him. They'll not stop until they find you and they will also
relay the situation to the ships that have already left. They are not interested in food. They just don’t want any survivors, witnesses
in other words. So, do not take any
action that'll draw attention to yourselves.
If you find that you have to kill them, then you'll need to destroy
their ship somehow, to make it look like an accident. There'll always be two
people on board, so don’t be lured into an ambush by a lone pilot.”
“Understood,” I said. “Thank
you.”
“The maneuver that you saw us perform before we landed is our
signature to you. Any ship that lands in
this manner will be friendly. Otherwise,
beware. We will let you know when all
danger is past and from what we have seen, it will be very soon, maybe just
days.”
“There are about six of us who can stay without detection. Some of my other friends will have to go back,
otherwise questions will be raised. One
other thing, we will help you, but you'll have to move from this place soon. Our intention is to provide you with
technology to protect yourself and to seek out others of your species who've been the
victims of my people. And believe me,
there are plenty.”
Alone, LX and I spent the rest of the night together, while he
explained to me where he had come from, and why he was so willing to be of
assistance to a few humans. LX was not flesh and blood. He was a cybernetic
creation, not human, although he did have several human qualities. He made me
swear to keep this information secret, which I did. He was an unlimited resource of information,
having the accumulated knowledge of his race stored in billions of memory banks
so small that they made the human mind seem gigantic in proportion sort of like the difference between
a large capacity USB drive and an IBM computer of the 50's. One point that was of
extreme importance to us all, he was quite unlike those fictional captains of
starships who lived by some contrived notion that they could not share
technology with those lower down on the evolutionary time line. For this, I was even more appreciative.
As day dawned, LX and his companions took their leave, needing to be
somewhere other than here with us where they could tip off the scouts to our
presence. But LX promised to return as
soon as it was safe.
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