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Authors: Abby L. Vandiver
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Chapter Sixty-Four
I
rode the elevator down and half expected Wrong Color Beret guy to be standing there
when the elevator doors opened. He’d be waiting for me so that he could throw a
black sack over my head, whisk me off to some dark, dank basement facility, and
kill me.
Why
not? Everyone else was getting killed in this little mystery of mine.
That
Cook guy had an agenda, and he didn’t need me for any of it. Although I hadn’t
the faintest idea what ‘it’ was.
Was
it to repopulate Mars with regressed people after he somehow fixed the magnetic
field?
Oh
my God. I was inside a sci-fi novel.
He
probably thought I’d be of some use if I could decipher the Voynich Manuscript.
Maybe that was it. And, it wouldn’t be because he knew of the history of the
Voynich Manuscript, but because it would be good for his ego to have a
relationship with the person who decoded it. But after our little conversation,
he probably thought I’d never be able to do that.
Fooled
you, Mr. Cook.
I
sighed with relief when the elevators door opened, and it was my Kango-Apple-Cap
wearing husband that met me.
“So,
what happened?” Mase asked.
“You
should have come in with me. You would have met someone crazier than me. Maybe
then you would appreciate me more.”
He
laughed. “I appreciate you. I never had you committed, did I?”
After
we were in the car, I saw a woman with bleach blond hair, wearing a red mohair
sweater come rushing out the door. Her pencil plaid skirt, which made it hard
for her to move quickly, didn’t keep her from scurrying down the handicap ramp,
holding on to the round metal rail to keep her balance in her red high heels. She
stopped about halfway down and started waving at me to get my attention. Once I
noticed her, she put her finger up to her lips, telling me to keep quiet or
maybe not say anything. Then she put her hand up to her ear, making it appear
it was a phone and then pointed at me. She did it twice. She was going to call
me? Who was she? I nodded my head slowly, indicating I understood. But, what did
she want? I started to tell Mase to stop the car. Let me get out and talk to
her, but as soon as she finished her hand gestures she turned right around and
went back in the building.
That
was weird. But so had the day been.
We
made it back to the airport, and turned in the rental car just in time to board
our flight. We got buckled into our seats on the plane and my mind was ablaze
with the thoughts of my short, but nonsensical conversation with that man.
The
idea had seemed far-fetched, I knew that. To believe that there were people who
knew about the manuscripts and were using their power in their respective
professions either to get or keep that knowledge.
After
that meeting, I didn’t think that the Bilderberg Group knew anything about our
migration here. If they did know anything about it, it was only what they read
in my first book. And I’m hoping that my book didn’t give them any ideas about anything,
especially if that Senator Cook was giving one iota of a thought to breeding
people with my loss knowledge theory.
But
that Bruce Cook could have come from Mars. He was an arrogant, maniacal little
man with a God complex, just like man was described in the AHM Manuscripts.
I
remembered that day that the two “government men” came to my house and Nikhil
showed up. He said that he had written the Bilderberg Group on the back of my
card so that I could rule them out, but be aware and beware of them. I didn’t
quite understand what he meant at the time. But I really think I do now after
visiting with them. Nikhil wanted me to know about them. To watch out for them.
I
knew we had to fix our planet or there wouldn’t be a place for us to live. I
knew that technology was getting out of control. You couldn’t keep people off
of cell phones and texting. Try sitting out in a public place, where there’s a
big crowd, and watch people. You can count on probably just one hand how many
are
not
on a phone. Gyms take the place of getting outside and walking,
or gardening. Fast food restaurants taking the place of home-cooked meals.
But
to think about regressing man, I’m almost sure that’s what Senator Cook meant.
To cause some kind of holocaust that would send us back into the dark age.
First, is that possible? No, first, am I just whipping up another conspiracy
theory, because, as Greg says, I watch too much TV?
And
then second, is it possible?
I
had asked Mase on the way to the airport if it was. If it were possible not to
kill off man to take away his knowledge, like some believed happened in Enoch
and the Great Flood, but just take his knowledge. He said, ‘Sure it is.’ He
didn’t hesitate. Everything, he said, nowadays is electronic. You take out all
satellites, drop an EMP or two and people wouldn’t be able to function. And
they would become hostile, he said, like after natural disasters, people
looting and killing each other. If the EMP’s, or whatever was used to disable
us functioning, had a sustained effect, soon enough all would be lost.
“Can
you imagine just the problem at the local McDonald’s?” he asked. “Those people
can’t even give you your change back without the amount tendered button. Kids
already are graduating from school without the ability to read. Wouldn’t take
much to wreak havoc on our knowledge base.”
Maybe
that’s why a satellite intelligence person from the NRO and a red beret guy
from a counterterrorism group came to my house.
Silence
hung over me and Mase as we flew into Denver. I was lost in thought. He was
asleep.
We
got into Denver and rented a car. We had six hours after we got there to drive
out to Littleton, see Dr. Winterman, and return to the airport to get our
flight back home. It was only a fifteen minute drive from the Denver
International Airport, and there wasn’t much I needed to say to Dr. Winterman.
I just wanted to know what he found. And was he able to follow the instructions
that had been encoded in that book.
The
complex was a large brick and glass structure built in the mountains of Littleton. Me and Mase waited in the lobby for no more than a couple of minutes before Dr.
Winterman came out to greet us. He took us in a conference room and closed the
door.
My
stomach was jumping with butterflies, and my hands were shaking. I couldn’t
tell what Mase was thinking. He looked around the room, pulled out a chair for
me to sit in, and then sat down.
Dr.
Winterman had dark hair and black rectangular glasses. He looked more like a
lawyer than a scientist. He was dressed in a nice suit, shiny shoes. I thought,
is this the way scientists are dressing nowadays?
Grabbing
a chair, Dr. Winterman sat down. “Do you know what you have here?” he asked,
looking at me, and then Mase.
“I
was hoping that you could tell us that,” I said.
“Where
did you get this?”
“We
found it in my grandfather’s attic.”
He
looked at me like he didn’t believe.
Yeah,
I probably shouldn’t lie to this guy. I’m going to need him again if the
information I’d given him really worked. Plus, that was such a bad lie.
“He
was an engineer,” I said, trying to make my lie a little more plausible.
“Really?”
He didn’t seem to believe that either.
I
nodded. Mase kept a straight face.
“Let
me tell you what your grandfather had in that attic.”
“Okay.
Tell me.” I sat up straight in anticipation.
“A
design to build a spaceship.”
“Like
I said, he was an engineer.”
“This
is a spaceship design generations ahead of what we have today. This design
could take man out into the universe. It can travel faster and longer than we
can now and, more importantly, it can sustain life aboard this craft for
months, no, for years. This is real life science fiction kind of information.”
“So,
it’s a good thing, huh?” I smiled innocently.
Dr.
Winterman narrowed his eyes, looking at me closely.
“What
are you going to doing with this?” he asked.
“I’m
writing a book,” I said.
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Born
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Economics. She holds bachelors in Economics, a master’s in Public
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Acknowledgments
I
always give a “Thank you,” to my mother, Leslie Vandiver. Without her I
wouldn’t be who I am today.
To
my beta readers, Kathryn Dionne, Lisa Hall, Scott Simser, and Ginger Gelsheimer.
Thank you. And my proofreader, Bryan Williams, you’re the best.
And
my children, Kevan and Aaron, I forgot to mention them last time!
~ Much Gratitude
To My Grandchildren
All your birthdays are in here.
Gavin, Sydne, and Riley