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.