Allan Ashinoff - The Vostok Revelation

Executive Parker looked to Kathy and Jerry, “If the shit hits the fan I want to know how to slow, hurt and kill these things. You two work together to figure out what damage we can do. I will not have the American Republic left defenseless.”

“Sir,” Kathy called out just as the meeting was breaking up. “You need to see this… we all need to see this.”

January 2239. 1655 Hours. Utopia City. Unity Square.

No one noticed that the obelisk had split down the center until half of it assumed a humanoid form, took two steps forward and stopped before the bandstand wall. A guard, finally noticing a new solid black shape, immediately notified the rest of the security contingent. In seconds, the lighting in the courtyard brightened, and several hundred weapons instantly trained on the mysterious creature.

January 2239. 0905 Hours. Washington Township, Executive Office.

Daily Staff Meeting.

The Executive and his Cabinet members looked on as Josefa Serrano slowly approached the two meter mountain of nanites shaped as a human. The Director was again in her ceremonial suit of her office, standing with her arms stretched wide, her empty palms turned upright, vocalizing the same salutation she had before. This time the thing, its face a smooth blank sheet of absolute darkness, only looked at her and did nothing to acknowledge her presence. Again, Director Serrano waited for a minute before she lowered her arms. Annoyed, she turned her on her heel and took a step away.

“Greetings Director Josefa Serrano,” the entity said in the common language. “I am Xi Bharata, leader of the people. I speak through this construct from across the stars. We are human. We are your ancestors.”

Copyright © 2016, Allan J. Ashinoff

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