The Inner Colony Chapter 5

Frank Bicculo was sworn into office just as the previous 175 Presidents of Earth’s federation, the system since its installment was set to be a ten year term without any limits of reelections. But the most a President ever repeated before Frank was four terms; Earth was pretty much an oiled machine running smoothly, so the President figure was initially like the fine tuning technician who adjusted a bolt here and there; Franks initial six terms were basically the same except when he decided to move again the Presidents residence from Amsterdam to Washington, in the same place were stood the original White House of the early United States Empire.

Frank wanted the Residency to be an exact replica of the original one, stone by stone. He even took a six month break to supervise directly the project. In one of the excavations for the foundries the team found what nobody expected. The ruins of the first White House. After that the place was treated as an archeological finding. But with the difference that Frank instructed that any documents, or data storage units found, should be reviewed by his chief of staff and him personally. Nothing relevant was found, newspapers from 2040, a few memos written to the Congress, it had been obviously emptied before it was abandoned or demolished. One artifact stood out in the whole array of objects. A small box, small enough to fit into a pocket and about a pencil thick. It was black and had something resembling a bitten apple. Once shown to Frank, he asked to keep it as a luck charm. He would place it in his new oval office; besides his other archeological treasures. This small object would determine Frank’s path and the world as well.

Frank was tinkering with the black box, cleaning it with special nanobots he had designed when he was a special engineer in the Space Defense Department. He was proud of being the first engineer President in 1400 years, and just the 3^rd all time. The bots revealed a beautiful and shinny finish, and in the back an embossed engraving: Apple Nano, made in China 2005. Now that is interesting! How come a 35 year old artifact was found in a place like the White House? It surely belonged to an elder person; nobody keeps an electronic gadget for so long unless it has a sentimental value. Ujumm. Said Frank instructing the next phase of nanobots to analyze and based on the primitive logic of the device try to understand and fix the inner mechanisms. After a day Frank got a message from the nanobots: “Device is ready for review” Frank was excited, he jumped out from the office and went to his private chambers; there he found a strange set of wires attached to the Nano. When asked the nanobots replied that the cables were meant for human hearing, since the equipment lacked external sound devices. The nanobots gave Frank a detailed instruction on how to use and reveal the information within, basically images and sounds the nanobots were not programmed to understand. As usual practice by Frank, he gave the auto destruction order to the nanobots so no record of their actions would be ever on file.

“Hi to whoever finds my rotten body; my name is Martin Brodeur, chief advisor to the President Derek Jeter. We have been all fooled and doomed by the plan of the President. The Ebola virus was spread before the planned date. Since I have clearance to the administrative offices, I will survive at least a few weeks in the sealed environment. But eventually I’ll either starve to death or go out and die contaminated. The Plan basically sets for total annihilation of living beings, we were supposed to be chosen for a temporary freeze and wake up in fifty years or so. But apparently Jeter chose directly who will be the frozen ones, he wants no one from the team to survive, not even him; He convinced random people from all over the world for a cryogen experiment paying the living families up to two million dollars in insurance if the experiment caused the death of the participant, and the timeframe promised is a month frozen and then waked up to analyze the side effects. He has matched personalities, ethnicities, ages, careers, so that with a 90% of probability the pairs waken in the future wouldn’t have any other resource that match and repopulate Earth. I’m not sure, but some experiments in brain resetting was being kept ultra secret and my gut feeling tells me that this formed part of the experiment. The highly evolved strain of the Ebola virus has a devastation effect that consumes the body totally, bones will become ashes in a period of two years, and since the virus is set to affect only human species, once no human is alive outside the virus will die naturally. I’m guessing also that an electromagnetic shield will be deployed to erase all electronic files and data, so no one in the future will have access to the past. But the Oval Office is one of the few places I know it’s immune to that. So I hid my old faithful Nano MP3 player, a relic to some. But in this my last words hope that someone in the future will remember me and the mankind that Jeter vanished.

See you all in hell

Martin”

Frank then kept looking at pictures of ancient Earth, news archived in something called Yahoo news, some strange music. And he played the message again and again. Ok, now I need to do my own research! Steve! Could you please come to the office? Steve his personal assistant walked to the oval office and stood in front of Frank expressionless. Steve; from this moment you have been released from all duties except the one I’m about to give you. I want a non-biased report on the origin of the republic, specifically between the years 2000 and 2100. You have the highest clearance on Earth, everything, personal files, corporate files, military files. If anyone asks or delays your task you have the authority to execute him/her on the spot! Don’t come back until you have one hundred percent of all existing data! Steve just nodded. It would pass 10 years before Frank saw or heard from him again.

Mr. President, Steve Jacobs your former assistant is requesting audience, do you have time? What? He isn’t my former assistant; he is still my assistant! Of course! Cancel all my appointments and meetings until further notice; I don’t wish to be interrupted by anybody, and I mean nobody! Steve was expressionless as usual, ten years had passed and he looked exactly the same. Good morning Mr. President, I have the information you requested. It’s all in the data particle in front of you, there are no copies and all of the original data and persons who knew, suspected, or had memories of it have been exterminated as you commanded. How many people are we talking about Steve? 345 on Earth, 25 on the Moon, 14 on Pluto, and two on the Cornelius Constellation.

Do you wish to exterminate my existence Mr. President? Ah come’ on Steve! You have served me well, if you wished to betray me why wait ten years? You have no ambition whatsoever and I respect that, you’re the only loyal person in the whole Earth Ministry. Don’t worry my friend. But I know too much Mr. President; I’m a liability to your office! So what? So is the rest of my staff. You aren’t the only one I send to kill people you know. We’re swimming in a pool of shit, but we have the best margaritas my friend! Go and have a much needed holyday, report to me in two months. By then surely I’ll have another assignment for you.

The report was a brilliant compendium of information, organized chronologically from the year 2000 to the year 2100. Right away Frank noticed that between 2045 and 2048 there was basically no significant data, it’s odd that not even a tornado hit anywhere those years, and then the terrible cholera crisis of 2049 which basically killed three quarters of Earth’s population, this ancient transcript from the extinct Catholic religion states that death came from Africa, and mentioned the name Ebola. There is not one single registry in none of the 300 languages and dialects in the Earth global dictionary with that word. So why would these priests mention it over and over? This fact is interesting; the year 2051 had record birthrate and the percentage of females was 75%, this could explain the fact that the “frozen” ones were programmed to mate almost instantly after waking up. And gene alterations would make it possible to have more possible mothers. Another strange fact was the dissolution by itself of the biggest religions at the time. The Muslims, The Catholics, the Jews and the Buddhists all apparently decided to end their practice in 2053. That’s odd; since they had practiced it for more than two millennia before. Frank read and digested all the bits and pieces Steve had assembled; without realizing he had spent two days in his office without leaving. No one dared to interrupt him, so he just called and said: Give me a fucking coffee you retarded moron! And a BLT sandwich!

It’s true; there is no doubt about it! Without the information I have all this report is meaningless, and I guess the ones who were curious are either dead, or the rest Steve took care of. I have to admit that if it weren’t because of the maniac, the paradise Earth is now would have never happened. But who knows, do we still have those programmed genes to be obedient, nice persons, etc.? Why if medicine has advanced so much in every other aspect of the body, the brain knowledge is basically the same as in the twenty first century? Are we being monitored by a master puppeteer? Frank was drowning in questions and nobody was there to saving him. Not then and not now.

The Inner Colony Chapter 4

The moon had changed a bit the past thousand years, from just "being" there it became the main transportation hub from Earth to the explored galaxy. Now it flourished as the new rich moved from Earth to the Moon, creating private and exclusive neighborhoods, absence of gravity was a problem long solved, so it became less stressful to the human body to adapt to zero gravity, especially when sex was involved. Rex had bought a modest apartment on the dark side of the moon by using different corporations and trust funds, so to the system his name wasn't related to him. He had the password to the entry, which would later request the normal bioscan of the inhabitants of the place. Name please? Asked the door politely. Maximus Luscius! Said Rex in a baritone voice; please place hand on scanner to set your entry. Rex did and he got access. Olga named herself Penelope Luscius. And we never got our wedding reception! Said Olga sarcastically. But you sure have enjoyed the honeymoon.

Once settled Rex started to think of all possible loose ends that could have lead anyone against him. Haven't you even thought that it was me they were looking for? I have valuable secrets just as you do! You could be right, but then again how come you didn't detect any danger in Calcutta? I can't detect what I can't see. It’s not that I am scanning of every mind out there. Besides, I'm just starting to get a hang of it! Let's get some rest maybe in the morning we will have a few answers.

The dark side of the moon just like its name is pitch black all day, so the light cycle has been set artificially in order for the human body to behave normally, the "windows" actually reflect a sunny side of the moon. Clever! Said Olga, I guess this is where our taxes go. Rex was preparing breakfast, when he stopped and sighed; Of course! The capsule has been found! And with it my notes! How could you be so careless? Didn’t you hide it or destroy it? Yes, but it was in such an obvious place, that no one would have guessed. And where is that? In the Smithsonian Museum, in the replica of the Challenger Space Shuttle. It had the same box, so I switched them. Ok, that could be a possibility, but who normally access this stuff? Cleaners or curators. Who knows, maybe some researcher happen to access it and reveal what I know. You're full of shit you know? Besides, you didn't say to the box that you would have been in Calcutta, nor did you? Rex realized he wasn't as clever as he thought. To him this was like a game, and if you want to win, clumsiness is paid heavily.

Forget Calcutta!, lets stick to the plan. The President will arrive to the Moon in 76 days; we need to get near him so you can scan his thoughts. You will start to look for a job in the Conference Center, use your mental persuasion to get a function as a hostess or assistant to the diplomatic committees, normally these persons can get within the 20 feet to the delegates and the man himself. Once you give me the signal that he's harmless we'll be done, if you see anything abnormal, I will pull the trigger. You should stay in the area, leave after you've been interrogated and mind screened. Once you've fooled the machine just beam yourself to the meeting point. Get it? Sure, just one question. How come I have to be the hostess? Do you think we women have evolved in the last couple of millenniums to keep being nice pets? Oh come on! you know you like to show off that body!, specially those new

Missiles in your breasts!, besides if anything goes wrong you won't be blasted. Like if I want to live forever! Said Olga walking to the showers. And let's stop planning for a while, I need my engine oiled, cleaned and flushed! Sure Maam! Cumming right up! Rex was becoming her sex slave, and he was enjoying it.

Olga went to the Moon's central employment center, and using her mental persuasion powers, she managed to see the head of the recruitment department. Good morning Mrs. Luscius, said the old man behind a retro styled desk. Please call me Penelope; said Olga shaking his hand. Mrs. Luscius, if you really desire to work in this sanctuary of diplomacy, the first rule of proper engagement is never to use your first name; you should know this, your resume states that you graduated with honors from the 3000 year old and prestige University of Oxford. Olga just stared at him for a couple of seconds, and then he said; but nevertheless we want you here. Would seven thousand credits a month suit your needs? Oh! Mr. Brown, you are more than I expected!. I would love to work here for that generous amount. When do I start? Well, it's the middle of the week, so why don't you come next Monday and we'll get you started. Sure Mr. Brown; it's been a pleasure talking to you, and surely will be another working...for you. Olga stepped out of the office with a smile across her face.

Ha! Who would have guessed that the head of recruiter has fetishes for lipstick and nail polish? that wouldn't look nice on his resume! Olga's head was always like a poker game, where each player took its turn to make the plays and turn in the chips. Even though the four plus her personality lived within, no one had dared to have a name, so Olga named them accordingly. Marte was the warrior, he was on alert mode all the time, strategy, armor, and all the military knowledge was available to him. Serenity was the humanist, sexy, artist, flamboyant and aristocratic. She just knew how to get to people, her charms worked with almost all men Olga had ever known. Tron was the technologic whiz, he took care of all computer, communications, and monitoring of Olga's electronic surroundings. And finally there was Frances, she was the keeper and warden of her brain implant, she made sure that all other personalities used Olga's brain efficiently without overuse, if she ever failed to do this; Olga could become either a Whore or the worst mercenary the universe has ever known.

Rex? Are you home? No answer; umm. He didn't have plans when I left. Don't be stupid said Marte, he knows we're scanning his thoughts when we're together, so once we leave he starts to plan again, remember he is a trained military officer; and one thing is for sure. He's not dumb!. Well don't worry said Serenity; we all agree that he hasn't lied to Olga so far, his brainwaves are so normal we could even know when he has cravings for a glass of milk. We saw the assassination plan right from the start. So let's stop this paranoia. Maybe he just when for a drink. Olga's been drying him out lately. Shut the fuck up! All of you; said Olga, just be quiet for a while! I think you're starting to love him said Frances from the back of her brain. Yeah right! I just don't trust him yet. Well trusting a guy whose life purpose is to become the galaxy's most wanted criminal is kind of hard. Don't you think? Yeah, yeah.

Rex was waiting for the Smithsonian Museum to close; he had already gotten a maintenance pass. Once inside he went directly to the Challenger Shuttle; got inside and opened the box, just to realize his fears were true. It was empty! How could he been so careless? My cockiness will lead me to fail. Rex was desperate. He stepped out, and while walking towards the nearest beaming station, he thought; but wait a minute, why would someone have the same conclusion I did? It didn't say that "whoever opens this box should kill the President at once". Maybe it was an historian, and will make it public. Poor soul! Ha, just getting past the sensors to publish the findings will take another two thousand years!. But now it was too late to go back, he had decided and now had the best weapon ever. Olga Cienfuegos.

Hello? Are you here? yes!, and where the fuck have you been? Nice welcome. I was in Washington trying to get the box back, but it was too late, it was gone. What? We’re doomed! We should just leave! Hold on, the box is just a recording, is not a recipe book. Who knows maybe it will be shown to the public. Besides, why are you so upset? Didn’t get the job? No! They turned me down! They said I was too old, fat, and ugly! Ha ha, sure. Like if I believe you; you are just jealous! does that mean I'm punished? No fockifocki tonight? Olga couldn't believe herself. He was right. She loved him, and didn't want to lose him from her ever. But if she revealed herself, it was her doom. Me? Remember you are just a talking dildo to me! The rush of killing the President is what drives me, after it's over. I'll go my way and you can go your way. Before she even finished the sentence, Rex had his lips in hers, kissing her lavishly and tenderly. Her tongue was his prisoner. And she would be the happiest prisoner ever.

As the days passed, Olga started working in the Convention Center, learning was easy for her, and she won the approval from all the staff in the first two weeks. Marte was screening all possible places to place Rex with the phaser rifle; Tron saved all the passwords and hand scan for every possible access door. Serenity made sure Olga was pleasant and flirting with every possible man in the building, not one had any doubts about her. Frances was starting to feel out of the loop; she knew her job was to keep order in Olga's mind. But deep inside she felt jealous of the others.

Rex started working in a security company who provided services for the diplomats visiting the moon. Not as a fancy bodyguard, that would have been too obvious, but as a communication technician. Low profile, boring stuff. But perfect, since the rotation of techs in the moon was the highest in the know world. That would be giving Rex the perfect excuse to leave after the "possible" assassination. Rex introduced every bit of the phaser by parts to a safe and hidden area in the compound; Olga brought in some parts herself. The front door scanner was set to detect 99.9% of all manufactured weapons in the world. But when you break it apart in 100 parts, it was undetectable. It's amazing what you can learn from 20th century films! Rex said to Olga while meeting in a nearby restaurant for dinner.

We have three days Olga; are you prepared? Come on Rex, I've been working my ass of for the past two months; I know every molecule of the fucking center! Every man, woman and robot is accounted for, why the insecurity? It's been too easy so far. After Calcutta I really believed somebody would have found our tracks; but no. That's all. Oh my dear hubby! Don't call me that you bitch!, everything is a game to you. You know something Rex? Fuck you! Besides; I'm the one who thinks you don't have the balls to go ahead with the plan. Maybe you're right! All I know is this plan has too many flaws and no time to fix them. Never mind; you weren't made to live 300 years like your father, some do die young like you. Can we just eat in peace?

Frank Bicculo had been in office for the past 12 terms, each term of ten years. He was the first in so many things that people just stop counting. He consolidated the trade federation who send the first explorers to the Betmangtrix Belt. The gamble paid off when the first expeditions found planets filled with Aluminum Mountains and iron ore laying on the ground, going two kilometers deep across the planet. With one laser call all mining companies on Earth went broke, since all they had to do was beam the raw material to Earth. In these 120 years Frank outlasted the last generation of politics who after 300 years couldn't run for office, and since he's only 240 years old, he has at least another sixty more on his belt. Enough to start executing his personal plan. If one quality excelled from him over the other was his patience; 100 years in the making. The time had come, soon the wheels would start turning toward his own personal revolution.

Olga stop! Stop! But Olga kept on going thru the street corridors of their Moon sector, Rex was weak and she needed him to be the strong bastard that started this journey 3 months ago. What! Leave me alone! Olga, I was just testing you, to see if you had the guts to keep on going. Rex, spare me the explanation. Remember I can read your mind anytime, and all I see is doubt and fear. Ha! Ha! Ha! Rex couldn't hold it anymore. Olga; I have to be honest with you. I can block your brain waves at will, ever since day one! I can't read your mind, but I can trigger inner sense blockers. I was born with this gift, that's how I could pass all the examinations in the military academy, but until I met you I never had the chance to block myself from another human being. So that means that you could have killed me ever since Calcutta? Yes, but I couldn't, wouldn't and shouldn't kill the only woman I have ever loved and cared for? For the first time Rex saw Olga completely defenseless with tears in her eyes; she hugged him like the little lost girl who finds her father. But she found her match, her master and her man

The Inner Colony Chapter 3

Rex was taking a hot cup of coffee thinking of the magnitude of the project to annihilate a whole planet and then cover the tracks so when the chosen ones woke up couldn't find evidence of their past. Wow! We’re talking about burying or cremating almost 7 billion bodies! Easy! Said Olga from the bathroom. Stop your fucking mind reading bitch! You promised not to eavesdrop on my thoughts! yeah yeah, but we are starting to get bored. But back to your question, it's obvious that some people were left behind to clean the mess up. They had 50 years to do it; they must have worn masks and lived in control environments. If the Nazis from the 20th century cremated more than 2000 Jews a day in primitive ovens, can you imagine what an industrial size oven, or furnace like all the steel mills have do? simple math, there were at least 20,000 places like that back then, working 24 hours a day it would have taken about a year to get rid of the bodies!. So the rest was preparing the cities during 50 years for the next generations, you have to admit the brilliance in the plan once you see the results now 20 centuries later. It sounds feasible, but still insane. How can we be sure that it won't happen again? this uncertainty is what drives me to do what I got to do. Frank Bicculo has been in office since before I was born, and the planet doesn't seem to mind him there for another 100 years. Why don't we run for the presidency then? said Olga in a badass way. Oh for sure, like if I have the background and money to run. But according to you we have almost a hundred years before he goes wacko!. I can't take the risk.

At that moment Rex had a vision, if he could get Olga close enough to the President, she could read his mind to determine his true intensions. Yeah right! Like if we could just knock on the door and ask: Can we see Mr. Bicculo for a moment?, besides I believe he works in a controlled brain wave room, to prevent people like me to know his thoughts. But nevertheless his schedule is pretty much known, he goes to the world congress 3 times a year, to the Moon to celebrate the first manned space station, then he goes to Martha's Vineyard II in Jupiter's moon Europa every August. So we just have to pick one and prepare the hit.

Knock! Knock! Room service!, Rex looked at Olga in a fearful way, putting his hand in her mouth, walking toward the closet, he took the phaser out of the coat and said: We haven't ordered anything, then they heard the blast of the door!, two men rushed inside the room, but Rex shot one in the forehead, and Olga stabbed the other on the neck. Amateurs!. This room must be bugged! Said Rex, we must leave Calcutta at once!, but they'll be monitoring all the beaming stations! said Olga calmed as always. You're right; we will cross to Beijing by air train, it will be dirty, but they aren't monitored at all. Olga jumped into a cart full of parts for a new interstellar station being built in Beijing, coincidence? Hey group! We need to start working on this problem, someone knows the plan and want to stop it, but then that means that we're doing the right thing, since if he didn't have anything dirty in mind, he would have left us alone. Rex asked Olga: What is that mumbling? Are you fucking crazy? No, just planning, just planning. Besides you know how I get when my libido is on empty? Rex smiled; he knew what was coming and 8 more hours to repeat it.

Beijing was by far the busiest city on Earth, almost 90% of all industrial corporations were stationed there, the city hosted a population of almost 700 million souls and it was five hundred kilometers wide. It was a wise move by Earth's early federation to determine that only one city could have the level of pollution and population, so the rest of the planet was used for farming, learning, and leisure. Now Rex understood why we were a mere 1.2 billion earthlings compared to the 7 billion on the 21st century. Since the food, medicine was by far advanced, we lived longer and there was less need for new born since most of the hard labor was long gone to the automated machines.

Olga stepped out of the train, for the first time Rex saw some kind of surprise in her eyes, she had never seen so many people at once, most of the cities now were kind of hubs with a few hundred thousand habitants; the return and conquest of the villages was called. And now just walking between this mass of flesh and thoughts was too much. Stop! You’re killing us! please be quiet! All of her inner guests felt the thrust of millions of brains trying to connect at the same time. She past out. Oh great! Just what we need now, the smart one becomes fragile at the worst time! Said Rex; while carrying Olga to the nearest information hub. He needed to get his biometrics altered in order to travel without being detected, it was obvious that someone knew or suspected something about him or Olga, it was a federal crime to perform this alteration, but as long as man has walked over Earth, corrupted people always come thru. Rex found the ad he was looking for.

" Tired of being the same old being? A fresh change and start is just around the corner!, why wait years or decades to get what you deserve from the official health system, when you can be that now!, we are a retired couple who still want to help you, without the burden of beurocracy." For information and appointments dial Extreme Makeover for You

Good evening Mr. Wedontcarewhoyoure, we have everything prepared for you and your lovely wife; the ad was right, this pair looked older than anybody Rex remembered, or maybe was their official look, since they had the knowledge and technology could change their appearance at will. Now, what new aspects would you like? Rex just said DNA, iris, fingerprints and black hair. How about a couple of extra inches in our love tool? said Olga laughing. That could be done as well said the old man. Ok, whatever to please you honey! And how about you darling? Same as my hubby, but I want bigger nipples and a little bigger mouth. Rex had to laugh, Olga was just to much. Ok, we'll be done in 6 hours and you will need to stay overnight to assure everything is working properly. Remember to transfer the credits to our account in the Pluto's Bank and Trust.

The blast killed everything around the whole block, no evidence was needed. It's a shame; I kinda liked the old bastard! Said Olga; while pinching her new rock hard nipples. They were as corrupt as it could be, our new identities would have been for sale just after we stepped out of the room; besides we have other important things to do. Like beaming us out of here right now! Two tickets to Moon Station # 6! passport? Rex and Olga showed their eyes to the screen. Ok, clearance has been granted. Please go to gate number 9, it’s been scheduled for 10:25. Well that leaves us another couple of hours before we go to the rock. These things are itching, said Olga passing her fingers by her blouse. Rex answered, yes and this fucking cock now weights a ton!. They got in the women's restroom and tried their new love assets. Wow baby, this has been the best present I have ever gotten...just shut up and keep on going!

The Inner Colony Chapter 2

It was a cold morning in Venus, and Rex had the whole weekend for himself. He had earned a pass for the officer's retreat near Pegassus, where he normally rented a nice little room in a secluded beach. After opening the suitcase and taking out the odd orange box, he started to figure out how to access it, he had tried digging information on the net regarding the ship, but in the last two millennia there has been at least 400 ships named Discovery, and none fit the profile he was looking for. After cleaning it with a special team of nanobots bought at the local grocery store he saw what it seem like a numerical panel with numbers from cero to nine; "Great!, just what I needed" how many fucking combinations could be? Rex knew he could blast it open with his laser gun, but burning the content in the process, so he just tried combinations of three, four and five digits; well he had four hours of fun trying. Until he thought why don't I just push all the numbers? So he did, to his astonishment the case opened swiftly.

The interior was kind of familiar to Rex, since modern day fighters have similar boxes to log in all the flight information, so he thought it was the same. But this one was sleek, smooth and had a golden color he had never seen before. At first Rex Thought it could be gold, but he knew from his history background that gold disappeared from Earth about a thousand years ago, and the only big artifacts made of it were in Earth's Royal Museum located in Berlin. So this thing was older than that and valuable as hell; lucky bastard! you hit the jackpot! thought Rex. Sliding his hand over the golden box, it opened another compartment with a small screen. It started a video of a guy sitting in a strange office surrounded by military men.

"Fellow friends of the universe, it is my duty as president of the United States of America, to greet you if you ever happen to get or hear this message. This is the year 2045 according to our calendar, and I have instructed secretly to refurbish the USS Discovery, in order to save what's left of our knowledge and species. We will be impacted by a meteor in 22 days, and after trying everything we could as a country and planet, we failed miserably. There is nowhere to go or hide, the meteor will destroy 75% of living species and the rest will die in about a year after. We are being punished for our sins, and we have accepted our faith. This ship has been targeted for the Alpha Centaury Constellation, which according to our specialists has a star system similar to ours. We have put in place an alternative plan to ensure the survival of our human species, we have created automated bunkers four kilometers deep into the ground, which will trigger themselves 50 years after the blast and awaken 100 pairs of men and women in each bunker, totaling ten thousand places like this all over the world. The science behind this is not proven, but it's all we've got. The only thing we have omitted is history, we erased from all of our computer data banks, the atrocities done in the name of technology and human science, and we don't want to make the same mistakes we have made in the last five thousand years. But nevertheless in this capsule is the original version of our history, so you friends of the universe know what us mankind is capable of doing when we're in desperation. The images that you're about to see represent this horrible past we hope we never have to live again.

Yours truly; Derek Jeter"

Rex saw, and saw, his eyes popping out, he fell sleep until he got a call from his officer; "Are you a fucking desertor" it's nine o clock Monday, if you don't fucking beam yourself here in two fucking seconds, I will personally go and blast your fucking asshole!!!. Rex just replied, sure ok, be there in seconds. Rex would never be the same. Rex woke up sweating again, ever since that day in Venus he had the same dream at least once a week, it had absorbed him to the point of quitting his military career, and pursuing odd jobs here and there, purpose was nowhere to be found in Rex's world. So he submerged himself in a deep history research.

Why wasn't on our records anything between 2030 and 2100? Just vague stories about the dissolution of the United States of America, and the European Union, and somehow all of even ancient history the topics of war and atrocities were minimal in detail, why would anybody hide our past? He asked himself over and over; and after 2100 Earth hasn't had a war that lasted more than a week, always reconciling with diplomatic approaches. And why did all religions mysteriously faded away? And the best question of all was, why didn't anybody care about this for the past two fucking thousand years? There has to be a logical explanation for this, and there was the ship Discovery, if it was intended to travel to the Alpha Centaury, why did it crash so near, like in Venus?, our flight abilities date back to the 20th century and not seen a planet or detecting it on their primitive radars is hard to believe. Why would somebody do it? well, they were going to die anyway. And the Meteor, were in hell did it impact? I have scanned every inch of the planet and there are no craters big enough to hold a meteor with the capability of wiping out three quarters of Earth population. So he just started to look at the videos and feeds of the fucking orange box; Rex noticed a patter, every 20 minutes of video was a small pause with a slight noise, he loaded the feeds into his computer and asked her to isolate the pauses and amplified the noise. Sure enough it was a message. It was the answer he was looking for.

"I know this message will never be heard by anyone, but before I die my conscience will be free from all of this hell, as a futurologist I know that the past will change the future once it's analyzed and understood. Derek Jeter's is the same arrogant son of a bitch as he was when he played for the Yanquis. He got himself involved in the FINAL SOLUTION, he will release the deadly Ebola virus from the capsules in space and exterminate human race, expect those in the cryogen caves, only four people now the real plan, since he has exterminated all the personnel who loaded the virus into the capsules; a mysterious terrorist attack destroyed San Francisco's government biolab installation, killing 450 people. I know I'm on the list but since he promised to be one of the frozen one, I shouldn't worry.

Jeter's plan is very simple, once every one is dead and gone, he will wake the frozen ones who will be brain washed from religion, history, and deplorable behavior. Leaving intact our technical capacities and creativity. That's why I have redirected the ships trajectory to Venus, since I'm pretty certain that we will colonize it in maybe a thousand years, and all truth will be known. One thing is for sure, if Earth ever lets a single man run the government, he will have the same power this mother fucker had and destroy us all just with a flick of a finger. I hope this message will fall in the right hands at the right time.

Regards,

Bill Gates Jr."

Rex heard the message about a dozen times, now everything fit in place, and if Gates was correct. This is the right time to do the right thing. And nobody will stop me from doing it! Olga! Olga wake up! Get your ass up; said Rex to her new finding, after 3 days of intensive love making, he needed to get back to his original plan. He got a succulent breakfast from the maitre, Calcutta was famous for it's

Cuisine, art and cosmopolitan nightlife. It had to evolve to a tourist site in order to compete with other planets. Rex thought about leaving her without notice, but he couldn't resist looking at Olga's deep black eyes at least one more time.

Yes, what time is it? are we going somewhere?; We? who made us a couple? Said Rex toying with her. You couldn't leave me even if you wanted! why would you be here and waking me if you didn't want to be with me? You men, still in the 40th century are so predictable! Rex felt right into her trap once again, but then he counterstriked; I do need you, but not because of those reasons, I know your mother isn't here in Calcutta, as a matter of fact you don't know your mother at all!, so cut the crap and get dressed, we have a lot to do! How can this guy know all of this? We can't be detected; our records were deleted way back before the transplant. Rex must have the highest clearance in earth's affair buro. But why go thru the trouble of coming to Calcutta to eliminate us? All of these thoughts ran thru Olga's mind in a terasecond. So she reacted as she was trained to do; sure I'll be ready in a jiffy, just need to clean certain parts of me. Rex smiled and slapped her on her perfect round ass. Ouch! No touching while we're working boss! They walked by the business district in Calcutta, and then entered a building.

299 Kink Strasse, once inside they used the stairs up to the 3rd floor. Rex scanned his hand and the door opened. It was totally empty except for a desk with a terminal. Ok Rex! I have played so far with the game, but that desk seems too small to make love!, oh come ‘on Olga, just cut the crap, I know you're from the österburo! Olga's eyes popped out and the laughter was heard blocks away. What? Ha ha and I thought you were from Earths' affair buro! But I don't see any phasers around, so it's going to be bare hands Assassination? Olga you're too smart to know I can't let you go alive, said Rex with the

Deadliest voice tone ever. And you know that I couldn't let you leave after having me as your sex slave the past 3 days. But really why kill me? You haven't told me anything except your name. Yes, but you just altered my alibi. Alibi? so that means you already committed the crime? Rex just kept quiet. Walking in a circle around Olga. We have to tell him!, No!. We must!, ok but my way!. So let's see Rex, before you try to do anything stupid; we know what your plans are! We? Who are we? Well it's hard to explain to anyone without training or knowledge. But in simple words, I live with another 4 personalities artificially implanted in my brain. And can read people's mind at will. Ah by the way; we think your stupid plan for assassinating the President has more flaws than your sloppy love making! If you want we can help you, since we don't like that dog as well. Rex just stood and thought. After a couple of minutes he simply said; ok but with one condition, no talking about work when we're polishing my sloppy love making! Kissing her and pushing the terminal to the floor, the desk was witness of Rex Determination, and Olga's passion.

The Inner Colony Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Rex Koppe was walking down Pennsylvania Avenue when he had a sudden flashback, it all came back to him in nanoseconds, he knew what his mission was and how to accomplish it. It was a simple plan, but yet masterly orchestrated it had been more than two thousand years after the last President was assassinated, that it was almost unthinkable, not even urban legends contemplated such atrocities anymore; but the time had come and Rex would not hesitate to follow thru is plan.

Life had been good to the Koppe's, good health and longevity; Rex's father was now 320 years old and had a 30 year old girlfriend. His mother had divorced now 25 times but at her tender age of 220 who would blame her, even Rex dreamed once in a while with her own gorgeous mother. They kept the best of relationships, and over all they loved their only son Rex, who at 60 was ready to start a life by himself.

Sometimes Rex wondered why wasn't him born on the 21st or 22nd centuries when he could be prepared and ready by the tender age of 25, now with all the extra sensorial programming and exponential learning, just getting out of high school before 30 it's considered genius potential; something Rex was surely not. But that fascination with ancient history that gave him a purpose, a dream and a challenge. Rex confronted all of his teachers with his version of history, if Earth's Commonwealth Congress wouldn't have banned all visual records of crimes and atrocities, how would his generation know the difference? The mood gene, which was discovered in 3056 isn't flawless, and the screening of fetuses would eventually slip something by. But very time he was turned down, beaten mentally and suffered isolation from the rest of students. Rex wasn't stupid; he loved so much the company of women that he just pretended not to care anymore about the matter, so he could enjoy the taste of flesh.

It was then in Rex's years at the Venus Naval Academy that he found the turning point of his life. While diving at the Odysseus Sea he stranded himself from the pack, as usual careless; but suddenly he saw the oddest thing he had ever seen, it resembled a huge whale with wings, he got closer, and could read in ancient English the inscription DISCOVERY. Rex got inside and found a strange looking orange container no bigger than a suitcase. He took it and after being reprimanded as usual by his platoon officer he started to analyze the content. What Rex was about to find no words in this world could describe.

Rex entered the Grand Central Station; the oldest standing building in the world, it still amazed him how the ancients could build such magnificent structures without the tools of today. Now used as a beam projector hub, where less privileged people transported themselves from city to city or planets, so at the end it still served it's original purpose to transport masses.

He placed himself in the line of people getting tickets to Calcutta, as part of his alibi strategy he needed to be as far away, but within the boundaries of the planet. Nowadays planet tourism was been screened for smugglers and other not so respectable trades. Traveling in Earth wasn't as flamboyant, since anybody with a couple of credits could go to the farthest place on the planet. Charles Cayu the great inventor of the light beam transporter made sure of that; Once patented the technology he made it clear that going from anyplace in the world to another the energy used was exactly the same, so there was no excuse for price hikes whatsoever.

Two tickets to Calcutta please! Said Rex with no emotion at all, the lady at the teller scanned Rex's hand and debited the 4 credits, and simply said next! He still longed to see the first piece of any material besides his clothes on him, everything was so automated, so faceless that he really wanted to feel the rush of touching a piece of paper and simply throw it to the floor, just as all the fourteen generations of Koppe's did. But just as his daydreaming started to drift him away, he got hit by a running girl, knocking the air out of stone solid Rex. I've been caught! Was my first thought, how could they know my plan? How can this small girl knock the wind out of me? She must be a highly trained officer from the österburo, but none of this analysis could decipherer her reaction. Are you fucking retarded? Why don't you see where you're walking! Last time I checked I thought the Down syndrome gene was sent to the Orion Belt to be destroyed forever, but I guess somebody has been doing unauthorized trips around!

Rex was for the first time in his life speechless; he understood the jargon as ancient English, but not the meaning behind them. He just smiled, and started to laugh. I'm Rex Koppe, sorry for that, he helped her to stand, and she smirked a smile and answered Olga Cienfuegos. A true name for this flamethrower woman. The same woman that changed his plan; and the universe as we know it.

Olga Cienfuegos wasn't always in a rush like today, she could process the entire phone directory in minutes, but deciding what to wear complete hours, she couldn't escape her Latin heritage; unlike women of today she had to be feminine and audacious, and above all flirting to any man in front of her. Rex, umm I need a king like that in my castle; thought Olga while standing, she noticed his rough built, scanned every inch of his torso and arms, and of course; every man's most treasured part, his crotch. She had learned how to determine the real size of a man's penis by calculating his height probable age, muscular structure, and probable weight. And this Rex had all the right ingredients. That's the problem of being a cyborg altered human; you know too much of things you don't need to know.

Are you ok? Can I do something to comfort you? Rex asked politely, but instead he was observing this beautiful animal in front of him, with legs that could strange any man and lips so tender he wanted to bite them off her. If she's from the österburo so be it, I can always get rid of her after we enjoy some time together. But for now I'm starving!, I don't know about you but when I get hit by a space craft I get really hungry! Can you join me? She couldn't keep her smile and started to laugh back, sure! Why not? I will be beamed in another two hours; but don't get any ideas ok? Fair enough said Rex, and off they went to Pappa's a nice treulerian restaurant near Central Station.

So Olga where are you going? Asked Rex starting conversation; Calcutta! To visit my mother who's been enjoying the highlights of that beautiful metropolis. Did you know that Calcutta was a dump and a whore happy galore place 2000 years ago? Said Olga like testing this walking cock's intelligence. Yes, I've read a few things here and there; but I'm not much of a history guy. I'm more about the future and the present, don't you think so Olga? Olga, my name in his lips sounds irresistible, why are we here wasting time? We should be fucking our brains out now! But wait Olga, get a grip; that will come, for now just stick to the basics. We don't want to scare the shit out of him when he realizes that I or we or whatever are a cyborg, but not an ordinary one, the first and last creation of Jan Kaputia, the creator of artificial living tissue, so your transplant is unnoticeable by any scanner, and less to any human. Shame we had to kill Jan in order to keep our little secret safe.

If I told you that I'm also going to Calcutta, what would you think? That I have a tourist partner! Said Olga; without hesitation. Like the coldest blooded assassin. He had to have this woman; he couldn't resist her presence, it was something Rex had never felt before; so he just stood, grabbed her by the neck and kissed her. Minutes later they were beamed to Calcutta, where they made love madly until late hours, the adventure had begun.