Amun and his party, travel back in time
Amun was brought out of his reverie by a man sitting down at the table. He saw the stature of someone familiar. The man’s face triggered memories of a receding ocean, fishermen on small boats, suddenly aground, looking at waters rush away from them, a mountain of water rising in the distance. Then, he remembered he knew Ptah from working at ancient Japan.
Two men were to join him. Amun would take them to Yellowstone. He relied on the Elders to choose his team. He remembered admiring Ptah’s willingness to follow his lead and his ability to think quickly. He was a geologist too, whose project at the Rift Valley recently ended. Appearing to be a young, thin, Indian man, Ptah was also active in helping to calm the political and social unrest that would lead to Kenya’s independence.
“Do we have a subatomic density modifier?” Ptah asked, referring to a tool that would help them increase the density of materials at the caldera.
“And a site?”
Amun looked at him and responded, “A cavern, on the other side of the magma chamber. About 40 miles from where my team was working three months ago.”
Ptah shook his head, “Anomalies.”
Amun looked through the archway to his left. A tall bluff rose in the distance. Mists were gathering as evening approached. “I have never experienced them. But, they can be different each time, depending on your vibration,” Amun added.
“Won’t the previous version of you detect our landing?”
Amun sighed with anxiety and looked back into Ptah’s face. “In all likelihood.”
Another man walked up to their table. Amun did not know him but he knew from his attitude and energy, this was their teammate. He and Ptah stood to greet him. Taharqo nodded. Just completing a mission at South Africa, he was tall, muscular and African. Looking around the room, taking note of the people here, he saw Tayamni who appeared to be of different Terran races, some dressed in environmental suits, others in traditional Tayamni clothing.
Amun arranged to take a small vessel to the temporal-portal near the Sun. He packed the instruments they would need. Briefing Taharqo and Ptah on the hazards of their project, he explained his plan to land their ship in thick forest, miles from the nearest town.
Amun sat back looking at them. This would be an unusual team, rarely was a crew of Tayamnis made up only of men. Moreover, he was so much older than both of them, having been at Earth for almost 200,000 years. Most Tayamni seemed like children to him. But these men were brilliant and strong, skilled warriors. He sighed thinking of the aggressiveness needed to defend Terran mission, the mission where he had lived almost the entirety of his long life. It was not in his nature. With the unpredictable threat, he would need skilled warriors like Ptah and Taharqo.
The three of them made their way to the ship. Ptah and Taharqo talked excitedly, exchanging ideas and strategies. Their excitement had a positive effect on Amun. His dread diminished. “Maybe,” he thought to himself, “we will succeed.”
After packing the ship, they were soon orbiting above the moon, and headed towards Sol. Taharqo looked at Ptah, and commented, “I have always been curious how your team managed to keep toxic gases sealed.” he paused, “I expected any day to read in the papers that whole villages had been wiped out.” He placed his hand on Ptah’s right shoulder and smiled mischievously.
Ptah looked at him, and sent images showing how they had used a particle emitter that converted some minerals, into a viscous compound. The device distributed the material evenly around the interior of the chamber. It set-up, like concrete, solidifying, so the gases were contained.
Amun received the images as well. “We will use a similar device, a density modifier, at Yellowstone,” he added, looking out the windows towards the stars in the distance. “This device,” he gestured towards one of the packs on the floor, “…will beam material inside the rock, and harden, binding the rock, sand, and other elements together. It will increase density and mass.”
Taharqo nodded. The three relaxed, as they began their journey to the Sun. After some time, Taharqo turned to Amun, “I heard that you’re married to an aristocrat, a princess.”
Amun nodded and cleared his throat, “I am a member of the House of Uanna, myself.”
“I didn’t know,” Taharqo responded. “The House at Kemet, right?”
Amun nodded again.
“You are Prince Amun?” Taharqo asked again.
Amun nodded, focusing on the control panel in front of him, “Please don’t call me that.” He smiled.
“So, she’s your sister?” Ptah interjected.
Amun smiled, getting ready to be teased. “That’s right, in a manner of speaking.”
Taharqo looked mischievous, “Did you grow up with her?”
Amun looked at the console in front of him, pressed two hieroglyphic characters with his forefinger, and looked out the window to his right. “She’s only 26,” he responded, pretending to concentrate on the readings projected in front of him.
Ptah looked at Taharqo and smiled teasingly, “How old are you?”
Now, Amun looked at them both seriously, knowing his answer would stun them into more serious conversation, “Too old.” He turned back around to the console, smiling to himself. He continued, “Our Matriarch brought her and Namazu to Kemet when they were infants. They don’t remember Mussara.” He looked at another display to his right and finished his sentence, “…or life outside a human body.”
“I don’t remember much of home either,” Ptah continued.
Amun grew solemn, a wistful expression in his eyes, “I remember home very well.” He paused looking at his friends.
“Mussara is a moon, isn’t it?” Taharqo asked.
Amun smiled at the lack of information these two men had regarding their home system. “Yes,” he shook his head, as if he had a hard time believing Taharqo really didn’t know that Mussara was a moon. He reached over and placed his hand over Taharqo’s hand, reassuringly. “It is a moon orbiting Nirgal, the gas giant.”
Both Taharqo and Ptah looked at Amun. “The House of Uanna is a long distinguished family,” Taharqo added, looking off to the left side of the ship, into space.
Ptah pushed on, “So, you remember what it feels like not to have a physical body?”
Amun smiled again. “I do,” he responded. He looked towards Sol, growing larger as they approached. He continued, “I remember what it feels like not to breathe sweet oxygen, I remember what it’s like not to want food, not to taste.” He closed his eyes for a moment, then, opening them, he turned towards Taharqo. “I remember what it is like not to feel physical sensations, not to feel your woman’s soft skin, or to taste her lips.” He looked down at his hand, now placed on a visual control. “I remember the difference between physical touch, and only having the sense of things, the sense of physical objects.”
Taharqo interjected, “Even at home, most of us choose to have physical bodies.”
Amun continued, “Feeling, being able to touch, taste, and smell, to hear the voices of those you love, it’s so much more real, and so much more,” he paused as if looking for the right word, “…satisfying than simply knowing things, even though we can know so much more in our natural state.” Taharqo closed his eyes, as if he was trying to remember. Amun continued, “Having a physical body is a gift.” He sat back in his chair, closing his eyes. He smiled wistfully and exhaled.
The three of them were silent. Amun slowly opened his eyes, and focused on the display in front of him. He saw that they were approaching the Portal. Ptah looked into the distance, but all he could see was Sol, getting larger. The transparent metals of the vehicle darkened protectively.
The Solar Temporal-portal was housed in a station that resembled a child’s spinning top, a large, rotating disk with a stationary on top, and a longer, pointed cone underneath. The bottom cone of the station was covered with a gray mat-texture. The covering dome glowed with dim-blue luminescence. Centered atop the dome was a vertical beam to which was attached four horizontal arrays of curved, rectangular plates. Layers of antennae, some shorter, some longer, extended outwards from the central disk, turning with it as it rotated. These pipe-like antennae glowed faintly blue. Larger, tubular structures, distended vertically through the cone at the bottom of the station.
Their vessel slowed as it approached a flat disk, a landing pad, about 12 meters from the station. The pad was connected to the portal by a clear tube, through which visitors could pass, walking or floating. As their vessel hovered above, Amun saw jackal sculptures placed on platforms at each side of the tube. He smiled as he thought of Anubis, guiding time travelers to other realms. A dim-blue electron field over the pad activated as the ship descended through it. They landed so softly that Amun looked at his display to verify that they made contact. Transparent coverings on the craft receded, and they breathed the sweet, oxygen-rich atmosphere of their home-world. Amun swung his seat around, and stepped out.
The three men, wearing environmental suits, felt their shoes attach to the magnetic field emanating from the surface of the plate, allowing them to walk upright. No artificial gravity was provided on the landing pad. Gathering their packs of equipment, they turned and walked towards the opening of the tube. Amun looked into the golden eyes of the Anubis statue to his left and said a silent prayer for the success of their mission. As he entered the tube, he had the sensation of floating through space, stars above and below. The strong sunlight cast shapes of bright light, and deep shadow onto their bodies. The door to the station, whirred into a spiral that spun open, revealing an interior landing. Stepping onto the pad inside the station, they could feel the artificial gravity pull downwards on their bodies, as the magnetic bottoms of their shoes deactivated. Their packs of equipment grew heavier. The proper functioning of the temporal-portal required there be no artificial gravity field on the exterior of the station.
They stepped onto a walkway overlooking a banquet hall. The walkway functioned as a balcony that connected to a stairway, at one end, that led down to a lower level, while at the other end, led up to the actual portal. In the hall beneath them, they saw paintings, sculptures, and other examples of past, present, and future human accomplishments. A young Tayamni woman played a Beethoven sonata on a fortepiano. Several Tayamni men, dressed in costumes from a future time sat around an ancient Roman table, engaged in telepathic communication. Colorful paintings were placed against the walls, green, leafy palms in clay pots, sculptures of light-shapes floated into various patterns, the environment was a cacophony of color, light, and music, celebrating the delight they felt at human successes.
Instead of walking down, they went to the upper level, towards the temporal-chamber. The level above could not have been more different from the level below. It was starkly lit, and spare. The floors a scrubbed silver metal. The walls, chairs, and support beams, white and silver. At the center of the space was a gray, hollowed, metallic circle, attached to the roof and floor by a series of beams. About five meters in front of the circle, were metal stands over which lighted displays hovered. A Tayamni worker stood there, moving electronic shapes by thought. Workers controlled and monitored dangerously powerful energies used to send messages, objects, and people to different times.
The worker sensed the men walking towards her and turned around. Amun turned his palms upwards.
“Greetings, My Lady.” He looked at her warmly. “We are ready.” He turned, walking towards the metallic circle in the center of the space. Both Taharqo and Ptah followed him. Two other female Tayamni workers walked to their stations. Displays activated. All three workers sent telepathic commands and signals to the devices. Above them, curved plates on antennae turned more directly towards Sol. A low hum sounded as a green-yellow field of light materialized around the station. Glowing plasma pulsated around the structure, from the top of the antenna to the bottoms of the tubes on the cone underneath. The central disk rotated faster, as streaks of electrical energy, like lightning, leapt from the the antennae to the top and bottom of the station.
Amun could feel electrical energy in the air. A gravitational field materialized around the metal circle in front of them. It glowed white with energy. A transparent, liquid-like texture materialized inside the circle. In the center of this liquid a bubble began to appear and grow larger. All three men knew what to do. As the bubble increased in size, they walked closer. When the bubble was big enough, Amun walked closer and stepped through it. He had walked about a meter inside, when both Taharqo and Ptah joined him. Then, slowly the humming decreased, the light outside the station dimmed, and the bubble receded, leaving them standing on the other side. When the energy quieted, Amun turned, looking at the location where the three women had stood earlier. Now, in their places, there were two different women and one man. Amun walked around the circle towards the man. Without looking up, the man offered, “Amun, your ship is on the landing and ready for you.”
Looking up at him, the man extended his left hand, “We wish you luck.”
The party arrived at June 25th, three months earlier.