Steve Alten - The Mayan Resurrection

Up ahead is a timber-framed Japanese house.

‘You’re really into this oriental stuff, aren’t you?’ Immanuel asks.

‘The concept is called Wabi and Sabi… simple quietude-elegant simplicity. I find it spiritually liberating.’

Just before the entrance, lying in the middle of the path is a grapefruit-sized stone, wrapped in hemp. Jacob picks it up and shows it to his brother. ‘The bound stone symbolizes entry into a different world. You are now entering mine.’

Immanuel follows his brother over the bridge to the open formal entranceway.

‘You see, Manny, in the traditional Japanese home, there is no clear delineation between the exterior and the interior. Instead, there’s an intermediate structure composed of a formal entranceway, a veranda, a drawing room, and a courtyard, separated by various screening devices, all of which are designed to bring nature indoors while still shielding its inhabitants from the elements.’ Jacob pauses at the raised deck to remove his shoes. ‘Please?’

Immanuel kicks off his sneakers, feeling ridiculous.

There are no formal doors or walls, only an open wooden shutter. The floors inside are made of polished bamboo, covered here and there with tatami mats. A small alcove leads to a high-ceilinged, A-framed drawing room, at the center of which are four comfortable leather chairs situated around a stone coffee table. The kitchen is immaculate, the latest appliances discreetly hidden behind a wooden bar. A step down leads to the sunken dining room, its floor covered in a violet tatami, the surrounding bamboo benches lined in matching pads. The walls are made entirely of shoji -framed paper sliding doors. Through an open partition Immanuel sees another formal garden. He hears the soothing sounds of water-the stream passing beneath the floorboards to intersect the center atrium of the house.

‘Are you hungry?’ Jacob asks.

‘Just tired.’

‘The guest room’s through here.’ Jacob pulls open a shoji, revealing a small room, at the center of which is a tatami bed. ‘Better get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.’

‘Jake, what did you mean when you said I’m the Yin to your Yang?’

‘Yin and Yang are the two fundamental forces that make up the Tao-a primal, mysterious energy that translates simply into “The Way” or “The One”. From The One comes “The Two”-the Yin and the Yang, two powerful polar forces, like the positive and negative poles of a battery. Neither is fully dominant, each in a constantly changing dynamic of push and pull, energizing and pacifying.

‘There is a saying: All things arise from the Tao, formed out of matter, shaped by their environment. Take this home for example. You are the Yin, the house itself and the earth on which it stands. Both are formed of matter. Surrounding the home is energy-the Yang-constantly in motion, unfolding the boundaries of space and time. For the last six years our home has been closed, our two energies isolated. Now the house is open, and our two energies shall interact once more, shaped by our environment, reacting to the forces at play within the universe.’

‘This whole Mayan Xibalba thing… you really believe it’s our destiny?’

‘It is the journey that we were genetically programmed to follow.’

‘Yeah, right. But you also said that humanity’s stuck in a time loop. And you mentioned we’ve made the journey before.’

‘We’ve been there, yes.’

‘So, if we’ve been there, why are we still stuck in this time loop?’

Jacob sits on the edge of the tatami bed. ‘Our last effort failed. I’m not certain why, but I believe our attack was not properly… coordinated.’

‘By failed, I take it you mean we died?’

‘Don’t worry, this time everything is different. This time our father has reached out to prepare me. I’ve also spent the last six years readying battle plans in the holographic suite. I’ve re-created and analyzed every possible attack scenario. You’ll understand once your training begins.’

‘I want to understand now.’

‘It’s late, Manny. Get some sleep, and tomorrow I’ll-’

‘Now, Jacob!’

Jacob closes his eyes, debating. ‘Computer, activate guestroom screen.’

A panel of clear smart-glass rises from a bamboo floorboard.

‘Computer, load last combat scenario. Commence replay five thousand frames prior to contact in the nexus.’

A scene illuminates upon the face of the smart-glass. The landscape of the Underworld appears. Two warriors, Jacob clad in white, the computer-simulated Immanuel in black, approach the molten metallic lake and alabaster white tree.

‘The calabash tree is a living conduit of the nexus. The Abomination is using it to hold our father in a sort of suspended animation. The tree glows white because of his aura in the Underworld.

‘The warrior in black representing you is a VR drone, programmed to respond in a set pattern of combat moves. What it can’t do is think and react like a Hunahpu warrior. Keep that in mind.’

Jacob points to the twins, who are hurrying toward the lake. ‘The Abomination can sense us while we’re in the nexus, which is why we remain in the third dimension as long as possible.’

Immanuel stares at the lake. Ripples appear, signaling the emergence of the alien being from the silvery ooze.

‘The alien is a spiritual demon-a sentry, posted to guard our father. The silicon skin gives it form and substance in the physical dimension. Its most deadly feature is its claws, which release a fast-acting toxin. Our Hunahpu genetics can fight the poison in small doses, but anything more than a severe scratch would be fatal.’

‘Lovely.’

A brilliant explosion of emerald green light ignites across the horizon.

‘Computer, pause.’

The on-screen image freezes as the two warriors sprint toward the alabaster-goo tree.

‘We’ve just entered the nexus. What follows will play at less than 3 percent of its actual speed.’

‘Three percent? I can’t move that fast.’

Jacob flashes a grin. ‘Not yet. Computer, resume play at nexus speed.’

The scene continues, frame by grainy frame. The twin in white is almost flying around the lake, his feet barely touching the shoreline. He reaches the tree at the same time as the demon sentry. Drawing what appears to be a sword, Jacob lashes out at the frightening creature, keeping it at bay.

With each stroke the blade glows a deeper shade of blue.

‘Lasers and guns do not work in the nexus. The sword is made of a nanofabricated alloy steel. With each movement, the macromolecular motors within the blade expand and heat the edge, threatening to cut through the demon sentry’s silicon outer skin. The blood bleeds blue without hemoglobin, because there is no oxygen on Xibalba, only CO2.’

The warrior in white is a whirlwind of movement, slashing and parrying, stabbing and retreating, barely able to keep out of the larger sentry’s superior reach.

Immanuel shakes his head. ‘How can you keep that up? I would have collapsed long ago.’

‘Training. Now watch carefully.’

The black-clad warrior representing Immanuel has reached the tree. As he attempts to free the drone representing their father, the demon sentry suddenly lunges toward the trunk, attempting to strike the virtual-reality Immanuel with its left claw.

But Jacob is too quick. Having clearly anticipated the move, he dives forward, slamming his now-flaming sword down and through the alien’s right arm, severing it at the elbow joint – as the black-clad warrior lashes outward with his own sword, decapitating the stunned sentry with one powerful blow.

The monstrous skull thuds against the rocky surface, its headless body following suit.

‘Yes!’ Manny is on his feet, barely able to catch his breath. ‘We won… right?’