Sagar asks Jerry to join the Tayamni
Jerry watched Batresh. She held her sister’s hand and caressed her forehead. If love could heal her, Batresh’s love would do the job. She bent down and kissed her, whispering. Namazu smiled weakly. Erish stood on the other side. Jerry looked at the blonde woman who welcomed him in the ship and smiled with relief. Namazu was focused on Batresh’s face. He felt Sagar take his hand.
“Come with me,” she said.
He nodded and allowed her to lead him into the hallway. “Is Namazu OK?” he asked.
“I think so,” she paused. “We were afraid there for a while.” She continued, “Come with me.”
He looked back towards the room. He didn’t want to leave Batresh.
“Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back.”
He tried to smile, to be polite, wondering where she was taking him. He looked down at her hand holding his.
If it weren’t for a small window on the door of the transport, he would not have known they were moving. He saw floors pass the window as the compartment descended. He counted seven floors by the time the lift came to a resting position. The door slid open, and she guided him into another hallway. She kept hold of his hand, as if to comfort him in this new world of miracles. They were headed to a doorway that seemed to lead outside. But, he realized they were underground, and on the moon, so how could they be going outside? He could see orange sunlight as they approached the entrance. Two shadows were cast by objects in this space, one deep red, and another one a lighter shade. He looked up at the false sky, and saw two suns, one red and another yellow. Looking around, he had the sensation that they were outside on a tropical world. He felt a breeze on his skin. The air was humid. He saw the shadow cast by a flying bird. It seemed they had actually transported to another planet. Turning around, he saw that this was simply another room, skillfully created to replicate an alien tropical beach. He noticed trees he knew from Earth and others that were unfamiliar, turning strongly in spirals. Reddish leaves, with odd surfaces, tiny shapes on the leaves looked like open mouths.
They stopped at a table near a palm tree. “How’s this?” she asked.
He looked down at the small, around table and chairs, The table surface was white, soft, and fleshy. He sat in a chair that would give him a view of the entrance.
A dim blue light appeared above the table, materializing into a cup containing warm liquid. “I think you will like this,” Sagar offered.
Jerry took in a deep breath and exhaled. In the distance he saw rolling hills. Waves gently lapped onto a shore. He looked forward at the woman who brought him here.
“I see you feel anxiety.” She offered. “The liquid will calm you without harming your ability to concentrate.”
He looked out anxiously. Fog rose in the distance. The sky turned softly blue as the red sun moved towards the horizon. Why had he pursued Batresh when he knew she was not from Earth? Why had he allowed himself to be swept up into this world? He took the warm cup, bringing the steaming liquid to his lips. He smelled the sweet scent of honey, and took a small taste.
The drink tasted similar to hot tea, the kind of tea his mother made when he was sick. It had a faint smell of alcohol, like whiskey. He took another sip of the liquid and looked up at Sagar. She held a cold drink. Humidity condensed on the surface of the container.
He felt relaxed, less afraid, even comfortable. Sagar softened. She looked more attractive. She smiled and reached towards him, taking his hand.
“I will communicate with you using words rather than telepathy, since I know you cannot yet respond to me in kind.”
He looked at her quizzically, “I can’t communicate that way.”
She smiled again, “Actually Jerry, humans have the ability to send telepathic messages, but you have not learned how yet.”
He looked at her with confusion, but he did not feel anxiety. He looked down at the cup of liquid on the table, wondering if it was helping him to feel calm.
She continued, “Humans have almost reached Compatibility,” she took a sip of her drink. “But, learning how to use your skills will take centuries.
“We have a proposal for you,” she said, now focusing on his face. “You may not know it, but we are spread thin here at Terra and throughout the Orion Spur.” She paused taking another sip. “We did not expect to encounter these,” She paused, then continued, “…these problems.”
“You mean the Pocahan,” he didn’t remember the name of the creatures Batresh had mentioned.
Sagar nodded. “Yes, the Potacas, and now the Tlalocs.”
“So, you want me to help you?” he asked.
“What is the Orion Spur?”
Sagar focused on his eyes, “Our part of the galaxy.”
“But, how can I help, I’m just a country boy from a small town.”
“Jerry,” she urged, “You have reached Compatibility.”
Jerry’s eyes grew wide.
“But,” he tried to organize his thoughts, “How,” He took a long sip from the liquid, finishing the cup of tea.
Sagar looked to side, trying not to laugh. She looked back at him, smiling broadly, “You will learn how to these skills, the downloads will help you.”
Jerry looked down at his cup and saw that the drink was replenished.
Sagar squeezed his hand, “Our technology can assemble molecules to create certain materials, like your drink.” She tried to comfort him. “Jerry, like most humans on Terra now, you are more like us, than you are like your primitive forebears.”
He sighed with apprehension, looking at the soft surface of the table. “What primitive forebears?”
Sagar wished she could simply send him images and concepts, but she knew the information would flow too quickly for him and probably increase his anxiety. She tried to find the right words. “Have you ever wondered how humans progressed from living in caves, gathering food from the woods and forests, to, somehow, overnight, building pyramids and inventing agriculture?”
Jerry drew in a deep breath, “No, I don’t guess I have thought about it.”
Sagar frowned. “It was because of genetic enhancements and training.”
“Your people enhanced us and trained us to build pyramids and grow crops?”
“Yes, Jerry, that is exactly right.”
“Now, you are telling me,” he began, “You kept on changing us until we were more like you than the monkeys we came from?”
Sagar tried to suppress laughter. She looked at him seriously, but couldn’t help smiling, “You have not descended from monkeys.”
“Yeah, Batresh told me.”
“When we came here, long, long ago, we found a creature with potential. We decided, as we have done on other worlds, to enhance that creature. You are a descendant of them.”
“So we are hybrid, like a mule?” He offered.
“That’s right,” she answered.
“Why did you do this to us?”
“Our work, and the work of The First Ones, who came to this Galaxy, is to promote and spread the force of Love, the most powerful force in the Multi-verse.”
Jerry brought the drink to his lips and drank deeply. He looked into Sagar’s face and felt as if he would weep. He fought back tears that came from this emotion. What was he feeling? Why would knowing this make him cry? He looked into her face with what must have been a look of desperation.
“It’s OK, Jerry. You will have time.”
He placed the empty cup down on the table again, this time watching to see what happened. A pale blue light appeared around and within the cup. When the light dissipated, the liquid was there in its place. He breathed in deeply and brought the cup to his lips again, drinking it all, and placing it back on the table with a bang.
The man sitting next to him, wearing what looked to him to be a shiny, skin-tight, latex suit, looked at him with surprise.
Jerry felt anger, fear and frustration. He felt as if he had to leave this place, but how could he. He was on the moon. “Jesus,” he whispered under his breath. Then, as quickly as the anger had appeared, it diminished. Feeling calm again, he looked at his right hand, still held by the tall Tayamni Elder.
She began again, “We need you to protect the Matriarch, the little boy, for a time. But,” she looked to the side, as if she did not want others to hear. “…humans will travel here, to Luna, within a few years.”
Jerry remembered hearing President Kennedy talk about sending Americans to the moon before 1970. The President gave the speech last month.
“NASA will discover our presence here.” She now took both his hands in hers. “We need you.”
He wished that one of his hands was free so he could drink more calming liquid.
“The U.S. military will wish to build military bases here on the moon.” She released his right hand, “We need a diplomat who has reached Compatibility, but who has intimate, realistic knowledge of human culture and motivations, someone like you.”
Jerry swallowed hard, “You mean,” he had never stuttered until this moment. He reached down and took another gulp from the calming liquid.
She looked at him serenely now, more formally, with more distance, as if she believed she had been too emotional and wished to correct his concept of who she was. “You will become a Tayamni diplomat.”
He placed the empty cup on the table again, and looked into her eyes in disbelief. “You want me to negotiate with the military?”
Sagar nodded affirmatively.
Jerry reached down and gulped the entire contents of the cup.