Pete(20)‘Intervention Plan’ (Young adult; adventure/sci-fi) — Peter S.Wall
April 24th 2008 22:12
SEVENTEEN
'Good Plan lost'
Xen turned to face his two Earth companions. "Hmmm,” he said, rubbing his silver chin. “I thought that would be the case, the mission must be aborted. "He then looked at Bluey with a wry smile. "Which means you, my furry friend, are no longer an agent of Dax."
Bluey tilted his head. "So, what happens now? " He actually felt a bit let down by the news, this Blue Heeler dog was starting to get a feel for this space cruising stuff, especially now Tomas had turned up.
"First,” Xen told his former agent, “I need to inject you with a harmless serum that will dissolve the bio-chips in your skull and remove the mind-enhancements. After that, I can deposit you both safely back to your home."
"If you will allow me." Xen pointed to the backpack-come-schoolbag Tomas had slung over his shoulders. Tomas shrugged-off the bag and handed it over, where Xen immediately threw it at Bluey. The bag sailed through the air, to suddenly stop before Bluey’s head like it hit an invisible wall, dropping to the floor with an audible 'thump'.
"Wow," said Tomas for the umpteenth time that day, "how did you do that?"
"Don't know," said Bluey, shaking his head. "It just happened."
"It’s a form of mind enhancement," Xen explained. "On your planet, they would call it telekinesis. Although very few humans would possess the ability."
"So what's this plan and these special powers for anyway?" Tomas asked.
Xen looked at the Earthling. "Would you prefer the slow way, or the expedient," he asked. When Tomas shrugged, the Daxian reached out his right hand and placed two fingers against the boy’s left temple.
Of course, Xen knew exactly what the Earthling was thinking. “That is why we devised the Intervention-plan,’ he pre-empted, “to stop humankind from destroying their planet."
"How can a bunch of animals stop humans from wrecking the planet," Tomas asked, with more than a small degree of scepticism.
"As you have just seen Tomas, these are not ordinary animals. Mind-control and human speech are only two of many abilities."
"Yeah, and I get a funny map thing pop into my head too," Bluey added.
"They are quite capable of subduing or controlling, if you like, most human beings,” Xen continued. “Only those adept at high mental-function could resist, and your kind has only produced two of those, both long dead. These twelve animal agents, were chosen from houses of influence around the planet, prominent politicians and leaders…"
"My dad's not that prominent," Tomas cut in.
"Not at present, young earthling. But he will be."
"Yeah, when?”
Technically, Xen would be in-breach of Cosmic Law for telling a future event to a member of an underdeveloped race. However, as he would be erasing all memory of this encounter from both their minds, he saw no harm. "In five of your Earth years, my little friend, your father will be Prime Minister of Australia."
"Yeah, wow! Tomas turned and ruffled his dog's fur. “How's that Bluey, dad's gonna be PM!" The two had a play-around for a moment, before Xen called their attention.
"So,” the alien continued, “the Daxians, as overlords of Earth’s Pixar system, were left with little choice but to put measures in place to prevent the unthinkable, that humankind rendered their planet lifeless before its time. For that calamity, my young friends would cause a negative shift in the cosmic-balance, a disaster even our esteemed peers in the Alliance don't fully comprehend."
With his curiosity well and truly peeked, Tomas asked rather brashly: "So how come you let things get this bad, before trying to fix it?"
"Cosmic Law, little Earthling, forbids interference with lesser-evolved species, of which I am already in-breach, as are the Borgz. However, the Daxians, unlike other members of the Alliance, are not willing to allow Earth to become devoid of life before its due time. You will not understand of course, but it is the primary duty of the Daxians as disciples of the Supreme Power, to stymie the advance of darkness in the universe until that predestined time when the final battle between good and evil takes place."
The alien was right, Tomas didn’t understand. What Xen said about a final battle concerned him though. "And when's that gonna be?" He asked.
Xen laughed. It was a warm, melodic sound. "Even we don't know that. But certainly not in your lifetime, little one."
Tomas was relieved—and still curious. "So this Supreme Power, is that God then?"
"Has been called such a name, as well as Jehovah, Allah and innumerable other variations.” Xen smiled and patted the boy’s shoulder. “Congratulations, my inquisitive young Earthling, you have just discovered the link binding most races in the universe, no matter what size, shape, or colour they may be. The Great Teacher as he is known, is given to all sentient species, one from among them with the Supreme Power within. Now, listen, for here is wisdom: it's what a species does with this most precious of gifts, that determines the nature of their struggle. And believe me when I say, all species struggle. Even the Daxians attempted to kill their Great Teacher, and if not for the actions of Emperor Zoll the Wise, the people would have succeeded. From that time forward, the Daxians have enjoyed an enlightened age, a time where pursuits of the mind rule over the material."
Tomas was starting to understand where this was heading. "So, this is why we are having so much trouble on Earth,” he said.
"I do not presume to know the will of the Supreme Power, my little friend. But the record books do show the human race in a constant state of war, destroying the planet, depleting its resources, and polluting the environment as they go."
Tomas nodded and looked at the floor. He felt ashamed to be a member of the human race right now.
Meanwhile, Bluey had fallen asleep and was having a nightmare, shaking and yelping like a pup. Tomas reached out with his left foot and gave his dog a push, "Bluey, wake-up, you're dreaming."
Bluey came awake instantly and jumped straight to his paws, growling. He was dreaming of the Borgz—they had him captive again. He immediately relaxed at the familiar sight of his master. "Damn black things,” he said with a shiver. “They won't get me again."
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