Keung sat and looked at Robert, his face contorted slightly.
“It’s a simple question.” Robert said with a bit of a huff. “You are telling me that we are aliens from another planet. You are also telling me that we are the same alien from another planet. Can you explain how the hell that happens and why we look exactly like human beings?” Robert concluded his statement by crumpling up his burger wrapper and tossing it in his backseat.
Keung had to think about the question for a long time. Robert hadn’t fully realized his previous incarnations yet and that makes explaining this all the more challenging. This was going to be like telling the average human about his and Robert’s alien origin. He opened up his notebook and sighed.
“Look Robert, this isn’t exactly easy to explain in your current, limited, state. You have to understand, you’re working with a human mind right now. Even if there is an amazing alien intellect dormant in there that is waiting to be awakened, it is simply going to be rather difficult for you to understand what I am about to tell you. I am trying my best to figure out a way to explain this to you that you will even remotely understand.” Keung said while flipping through his notebook.
Robert looked at the pages and saw the writing was elegant, neat, and not anything remotely near English. They weren't characters like those of an eastern language. It was not the delicate and flowing script of a Semitic language either. No, this was something surreal. Small clusters of shapes that piece themselves across the page in twirls, slashes, and dashes. It was strange but, there was something about the writing that felt familiar to Robert as well. It was like something inside him could recognize the language even though he had no idea at all what it was called. The experience was similar to having a word on the tip of your tongue, but unable to bring it forward to express it.
Keung saw Robert staring at the writing and he smiled. “Maybe you are getting close to your realization. This...” he said as he lifted the book and showed Robert the writing. “...is one of the languages of our people.” He continued. “This script is the first language that Jyi’ntol was taught at home. Her father taught it to her because he loved the way that it translated without the need for telepathy. He used to say, ‘Jyi’ntol, my daughter, this print is one of the greatest we have because all the conclusions of the writer are your own to interpret. Those that the writer has imprinted telepathically gives you nothing to discover. With this you can analyze and derive the conclusion as you read it.” Keung said to the older man in the driver’s seat across from him.
“Can you write in the other scripts?” Robert asked as he looked over the notes on the paper.
“Not here, not on Earth. You see, humans have some telepathic abilities but they are raw, unfocused, and generally empathic rather than communicative. Because of that, I cannot embed my thoughts to the ink like I could back home. Instead I write in the simplest of our written languages. You see, we are like quantum computers back home. Here we are running comparable software there. However, human minds are like Pentium 4 processors. This processor is capable of running Windows 7 but it is generally running Windows 95. A lot of power, just not enough of an operating system to utilize that power the processor is capable of.” Keung said to the blank face of Robert.
“You lost me.” Robert finally said. “Look, I’m not a computer guy man. I am a car guy, I am a boat guy, I am a….” Robert began but was cut off by Keung holding his hand out to stop the man from going on.
“Okay! You get water and cups right?” Keung asked.
“I’m not an idiot, kid. I am just not comfortable with computers.” Robert replied, exacerbated.
“Okay. Fine. Think of it this way. When the consciousness within Jyi’ntol was collected for the team of explorers that would be transported to Earth, let’s say her consciousness was a five gallon bottle of water for a cooler in an office.”
“Okay, I can follow that.”
“Good. Okay. So, Jyi’ntol and nineteen others were then separated from their physical forms...” Keung began but Robert interrupted.
“They were what? You mean they were killed?!” Robert asked in shock.
“Yes, I mean it’s a little more complicated than that. But sure, that’ll work for now. You see they had to be separated from their physical forms in order to transmit their consciousness toward a new intrinsic field pool.” Keung watched Robert’s face display deep confusion.
“Okay. The intrinsic field is the energy in which all life is a part of. Our people look throughout the galaxy and note where the intrinsic field gathers in the greatest concentrations. We then send the disembodied consciousness of volunteers toward those pools. A large pool is evidence of life, with the right equipment and technology, planets with life on them glow like christmas lights across a tree. Life, all life, is connected through that field. Some might call it the force that connects everything, and those people wouldn’t be wrong.” Keung said.
“Are you about to tell me that midichlorians are actually a thing?” Robert asked.
“No. Not even remotely. Honestly, anyone trying to explain energy with physical bacteria or whatever he was trying to go for would be a complete fool.” Keung replied and took a bite of his veggie burger.
“Right so, you follow with the intrinsic field?” Keung asked.
“Yup. We are one with the force.” Robert replied while Keung rolled his eyes.
“Yes. Sure. Why not. The point to take away is that we are all energy and that energy just moves from one body to another growing with each life. You get that?” Keung asks through a mouth filled with food.
“Yeah, sure. I get it. You know for a self proclaimed genius alien, you sure don’t get manners, like at all man. Chew your food and swallow before starting again huh?” Robert says picking off bits of food spat on his shirt and tossing them back at the younger man.
Keung gulped down his mouth full of food and then started again. “So Jyi’ntol, as well as nineteen others, were returned to their energy state and then fired at Earth so that we could be born into the populace of this planet. Now, let’s go back to thinking of that energy as the five gallon water bottle.” Keung said.
“Already there.” Robert replied while popping fries in his mouth.
“So twenty, five gallon jugs filled with water enter this planet's intrinsic pool and attempt to find another five gallon jug to land in. Follow?” Keung says brushing crumbs from his lap and chest, while smearing mustard and ketchup across the front of his shirt.
Robert merely nods while chewing.
“Now, imagine that this planet doesn’t have any five gallon jugs. Rather it is covered with dixie cups, thimbles, and the like in small vessels. Nothing near the volume required for the five gallons of water looking for a container to fit in. So, the five gallons begin to part and spill across the available dixie cups. They fill close to the limit of one and then move to the next to pour again and again, repeating this until the five gallons all have a new home.” Keung continues.
“So now, the whole has broken away from the single soul it once was and has become the new separate beings that it must become in order to exist within this intrinsic field pool. First arriving as one and then becoming many in order to explore and experience this planet and the life that dwells here. Savvy?”
“So, you’re saying you are a space lady?” Robert asked, puzzled at everything he just heard.
“We both are.” The younger replied.
“Huh. Okay, so how do you know this?”
“Simple. I remember it. In our species our consciousness carries over from one life to another. The further back in our existence they are, the more degraded those memories become. The last ten lives or so eventually work their way back into conscious memory for perfect recall.” Keung replies while nonchalantly gathering up the trash from their meals.
“Wait, you remember living other lives?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, eventually you will too. It’s just a matter of time. You see, when we inhabit a new, foreign body, that our essence has no practical experience within prior to taking up that body, it takes us a while to gain full realization. It’s like emulating an Apple on a Microsoft system…” Keung began, then stopped when Robert’s face went blank.
“Let me rephrase. Let’s say you are a bird and you swapped minds with a fish, do you think that the first thing you would think would be, ‘Wow I can breathe water and swim all day long’ or do you think the first thing you would be thinking is, ‘Holy crap! Why can’t I fly?!”
Robert tilted his head to the side and thought for a moment. “Yeah, I suppose so. I mean, yeah I would miss flying I guess.”
“Exactly!” Keung exclaims. “Our bodies are the product of finely tuned evolution. These human bodies are more like children in comparison to ours back home. No, wait. More like animals in comparison. Yeah, that seems more accurate to me.”
“...animals?” Robert said in a soft whisper looking from the car window and across the parking lot at all the other people walking around.
“Yeah. Just about. Honestly just being in this meatsuit makes me feel dirty most days. I miss my body back home. Tall, lean, scales that would glissen in the sun when I swam in the lake and walked from the waters nude. The feeling of rays beaming down upon me from our two suns and warming my flesh. Our days, our long glorious days. How we are one with our planet and everything on it.” Keung says as he falls back into Jyi’ntol’s memories, finding comfort in her life and her days back home.
“Alright. So humans make you feel dirty. As a complete alien, we were some kind of lizard and someone shot a bunch of us at Earth? Am I following?” Robert asked, holding the chilled cup of soda from his fast food meal to his head.
“In a simplified fashion, yes.”
“So, how do you know that you and I are from the same alien?” Robert saw the kid attempt to interrupt and just talked over him. “If you said there were twenty other people in that mission to explore Earth from wherever, then how do you know you and I are from this Jyi’ntol woman?” Robert asked.
“Easy. I scanned you.” Keung answered without pause.
“You have some smartphone app that checked my Thetan levels and told you which alien overlord was once my conqueror?” Robert asked sarcastically.
Keung shook his head and chuckled softly.
“Intrinsic field energy is similar to DNA patterns in many ways. Back home, we could scan and catalog all intrinsic field auras. I can read that signature upon your aura. That signature will have similar coding to my own. In the case of your scan and mine there are a great number of similarities, if you were to compare it to DNA it would have results that would compare us to siblings.” Keung quipped matter of factly.
Robert looked confused.
“Okay. How about: I made a smartphone app that can look at how you fit together with the whole. It read you like a pizza. It sees me as a combo pizza and it reads you like a slice of the same pie. I have found a few pepperoni and a couple meat lovers before.” Keung said, tapping his notebook.
The notebook doesn’t look all that new, but it was only now that Robert realized that this notebook was familiar. It looked like a notebook he had as a kid in the eighties.
“Okay. So, if we are cut from the same pizza...” Robert began with a measured dose of sarcastic inflection, “...then why can’t I get into your head and make you shit your pants?” Robert asked.
“Simple. You haven’t grown to full realization yet.” Keung replied, now eating some of Robert’s fries.
“Yeah you said that. Still hard to imagine that one day I will just wake up as someone else.” Robert said, slapping Keung’s hand and giving him a look that the next fry the boy took will cost him a finger.
Keung pulled his hand away and gathered up the rest of Robert’s trash into the now empty food bag. He tossed the refuse in a nearby bin and climbed back into the vehicle.
“Not someone else entirely. One day you will wake up as you, plus a load of memories from people that you used to be. That’s it. Those memories have no control over you. They aren’t able to take control. They are who you were before, and you would be amazed how little you change from one life to another. It’s the process before the full recall that steers you in a new direction, but that course has to be extremely different for it to move the intentions of generations before it.” Keung said as he buckled up and pulled out his smartphone.
“So. Whatever is coming is already influencing my actions?” Robert asked in reply, turning over the engine of the Jeep and getting back onto the highway.
“Yes. It’s the primal things that come first. Empathy, emotion, passion, and compassion. The building blocks of a well rounded society. Then comes your intellectual aspects, mathematical concepts might be something that you were good at, the sciences, and the nature of how things work. Intuition. Finally, the memories come. You’re thirty eight, right? For it to be taking this long for your realization to come forward naturally must mean you have a cache of knowledge that far surpasses my own. It took me twenty eight years for my first recall back in the twenties. After that…” Keung began as Robert interrupted.
“In the twenties?!” He said in sarcastic disbelief.
“...um. Yeah. The twenties. I’ve owned a piece of land in Oxnard since 1942.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I will get used to that. Okay. If you are from the twenties, how was World War II?”
“It was hell.” Keung said. “You’ll see. When you recall everything you will understand.” He added soberly.
The car ride was quiet for over an hour after that. Robert had been instructed on the destination during the boy’s interrogation at the hotel. Keung has a setup in Olympia Washington that is safe for him to hide out and was able to prove to Robert that he actually means what he says about the place. It is a warehouse that Keung has had for a long time. The kid even set up the Global Positioning System [GPS] on Robert’s phone to direct them there.
Robert wasn’t sure what he was going to find in Washington, but he had gone this far and he had seen too much that he couldn’t explain. This kid was able to control his mind, that was a fact. Robert wants to know exactly how that was possible. Was he an alien? No idea. What Robert did know was that he was definitely riding with someone that wasn’t remotely near normal.
The hours clicked by with Keung sleeping in the passenger seat. Robert regretted not staying in the hotel another night. Keung had really exhausted him when he had control of his mind. From what Robert had gotten out of Keung during “the talk” he had kept Robert up two full days. He looked over at the kid and felt like popping him again. Going back over his mental notes; he is either far more intelligent than Keung once his alien memories return to him fully, or he is a complete idiot. Either way.
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Robert pulled into the area that Keung had programmed into his GPS at 5:15 AM. The sun was still down and he needed a nap. He looked over the building, a fair sized warehouse that looked relatively new. The warehouse was sheet metal and stood two stories tall, it was that general warehouse powder blue color on the walls and that flat white on the roof. There were a few windows that he would like a peak in, but from here he could already tell there was aluminum blacking them out. His cop senses were screaming “meth lab.” He got out of the Jeep and pulled his maglight out from the side of his seat. He clicked it on and walked around the outside of the building. There were alarm warning signs in each window of the place and a sign for the local rent a cop patrol beside the alarm stickers. The place would appear well guarded to someone who didn’t actually know how easy these stickers were to come by.
He checked the doors as he walked around. There were a lot of trees in the area. In fact, he didn’t see any power lines to the property. He found cables headed to the roof. He used the flashlight to get a better look and could make out a satellite dish and solar panels above. There was a water tower off the lot, about twenty yards away. There was even a well house beside that. He found the double wide roll up doors in the front and in the back locked too. He heard no noise, no voices. Nothing.
He returned to the Jeep and turned in for a nap. Whatever was here, he could deal with it after a couple hours rest.
Keung waited until he knew that Robert was asleep and then quietly slipped from the Jeep, closing the door softly. He found his hidden key at the base of the water tower and jogged back to the rear door. Unlocking the warehouse, he quickly made his way to the alarm panel as the door closed behind him to punch in his code *391236*. The soft beeping that began when he opened the door stopped.
He walked across the warehouse, dodging dangling cables and low hanging display monitors on sturdy nineties swing arms. He went to his old office and depressed his fingerprint on the biometric reader he had Deogol install last year. The door chimed and the bolt clicked open. Swiftly, he moved into the room and flipped the light switch on as he walked through. The illumination broke the darkness in a slow flicker that is so familiar with the fluorescent overhead lights in recessed ceilings.
He blinked away the disorienting lights until they burned steady and looked around the room. All of his equipment was under sheets that Deogol brought to him from the local thrift shops. He lifted those off and tossed them into the corner. As they slid off the anti-static sheets directly over the workspaces he could see some of the light emitting diodes coming to life.
There was a soft twittering from a small drone on the desk. He had upgraded a toy to properly function using bluetooth. Well, technically he has a computer with a near proper artificial intelligence that can control gadgets throughout the office over wireless signal. This was in part for convenience, mostly for entertainment.
“Good morning HAL.” Keung said aloud.
The LEDs went mad around the office, like a puppy when their owner comes home. The computers all started spinning up as HAL shook off the cobwebs.
“Good morning Keung, it has been 393 days since your last visit. I will have your rooms ready in a few minutes. How long do you plan on staying? Would you like me to order your usual 7 days worth of supplies from the grocery delivery services on file?” HAL replied.
“No thank you, HAL. Replace standard seven day order with one month supply order. Also add the following items…” Keung added the regular toiletries he saw within Robert’s bathroom. He also added a few of Robert’s favorite snacks as well as a few of his own that would be new to the list.
“I’ll get right to that. The cleaning droids have completed a vacuuming of your room and the windows have been opened. Regarding this order, would you like to use the regular form of payment or would you like to enter an alternative payment type?”
“Regular form of payment, also add instructions to come to the rear of the building and steer clear of the Jeep.” He replied while he continued pulling all the sheets down and throwing them into the corner. The air cleaner kicked up and any dust in the room was pulled toward it. He waited for everything to clear and then removed the anti-static sheets.
“Very good Keung. All updates to orders confirmed and orders sent. Would you like a prompt when the driver is shortly anticipated?”
“No thank you HAL.” Keung replied as he removed the rest of the protection from his equipment.
Keung clicked the keyboard on one of several laptops on the desk. He scanned over his emails and then deleted a majority. He booted up the software he had been developing over his clouddrive and uploaded it as a firmware pack to update the Essence Recall and Enhancer [ERE] that he created years ago. With this machine, he could unlock Robert’s past lives, allowing the man full recall far earlier than he would naturally.
The boy moved to another computer and started another download of files from his clouddrive. As the data moved from the cloud to the solid state hard disk HAL would process it to give him a clone of his computers back home.
Keung put on his headphones and started out of the room.
The headphone set was bluetooth and HAL changed settings to speak through them rather than the overhead speakers.
“Would you like me to access your personal music collection or stream through one of your streaming sites?”
“Stream news clips from the web please, HAL. Highlights from the last three months.” Keung requested aloud and a moment later he was catching up on world news.
Robert awoke as rain beat down on his Jeep. He rubbed his eyes and looked to the passenger seat. Keung was gone and it was far later than Robert had planned to sleep.
He looked outside and realized he had no idea what time it was, but it was light out, and seemed to have been for a few hours now.
He hopped out and looked around the warehouse. Still unable to see anything inside from the windows he walked the build to the doors. There was a little light coming from under the security door around back.
He tried the door and found it to be unlocked. Drawing his gun, he opened the door slowly, all the while thinking, “Am I crazy? This is crazy. There is a homeless kid, who claims he’s an alien. He controls your mind until you nearly die from a burst bladder or a burst colon and now he is in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere Washington and I am just going to go on in there and say, what? Hi?!” Robert thought.
He took a breath to calm his nerves.
Opening the door he slowly entered, using his police training and checking the zones before personnel entry. As he stepped into the building, he could hear the low hum of electronics all around the room. He could see bubble cameras moving and tracking him all around the place. Keung likely knows exactly where he is.
“Keung. Robert has awakened in the Jeep and has entered the back door. Warning. He is armed and seems to be rather agitated. How would you like to proceed?” HAL asked through the headset.
“Activate interior warehouse speakers HAL. Alert when you have the link.” Keung said as he continued soldering upon a circuit board.
Robert moved through the warehouse. Around him, the overhead lighting did not leave an inch of darkness in the place. As such he just started walking in brazenly. The interior of this warehouse was far closer to a working laboratory than to some machine shop that it appears to be from the outside.
As he crossed the brilliantly lit room, the large checkered tile floor seemed to give him the feeling that he was marching across a huge chessboard. To his right, he saw a metal door with screen enforced glass that led into an automotive garage with a large and well stocked tool bench. The window was huge that led into said room and through it he could see a caspian blue 1965 Mustang upon a hydraulic lift. He walked into the garage and the lights turned on automatically all around him.
He looked over the tools. The tools were old, really old. He picked up a wrench and read the manufacturer's imprint upon the metal, “Plvmb?” he asked aloud.
He walked over to the Mustang and found a cover that was thrown in the corner. There was a little dust on the ground and on everything around. “This kid must have been here just before he was put in the hospital.” Robert thought.
As he looked over the Mustang he could see it was pristine. The vehicle was beautifully restored. It was almost like it was just off the factory floor. He walked under the lift and looked over the undercarriage. As he did, lights turned on beneath him. Looking down, he could see bright LED lights in the floor tiles glowing below. There were small finger slots around the lights and Robert could see that each of the eight lights in the floor could be lifted from the floor to expose handles behind each allowing them to become handheld lights when necessary.
He bent down and took hold of one of the lights. The fixture slid up from the floor and pulled up with an extending cord from below that is being lifted with some resistance by the mechanism underneath. Robert smiled. He would like to put the Jeep on the lift and look around at some spots he’s been meaning to check under the carriage.
As Robert walked in the warehouse he did not realize he had fallen back under Keung’s telepathic control while he checked around the Mustang admiring the car. He dropped the lift low enough to open the door to check the odometer. Using his floor light he crawled across the blue leather and gray cloth seats. Within the vehicle, the scent of the leather and cigarette smoke was a familiar memory from his childhood, his stepfather owned this same model and year of Mustang. The odometer read 15,390. This vehicle was well cared for, if this is accurate it was only driven around three hundred miles each year for the last fifty-two years.
The speakers erupted. “Hey Robert. It’s good to see you awake. I’m all ready for you here in the lab. Can you come on over here buddy?” Keung’s voice rang out.
Robert smiled wide, excitement at the prospect of helping Keung and ducked out of the car.
“Sure thing buddy! Where you at?” Robert asked.
“Just across the room. The door on your left.” Keung instructed.
Robert, joyfully crossed the far too clean warehouse across the chessboard tiles. Something in his head was screaming about the board. The board. He kept walking and saw an alarm panel on the wall just outside a small hallway. A room on his right had a biometric panel that was glowing red. Before him was a floor to ceiling library that filled the small halls three walls, and to his left was a door with a second biometric panel, the light on this panel was green.
He opened the door and within found a small room with another door directly across from him, then there was a spiral stairway going up in the far right corner and as he walked in he saw three tall glass and metallic pods. Pods that looked identical to the pod that had turned to silica back on that first night he saw Keung and whoever was in that first pod.
“Keung?” Robert asked to the air.
There was a very light sound of music, like someone blasting a set of headphones with heavy metal music in the same room. Then Robert heard the sound of footsteps upon the stairs, the dull metal “thum” resounded with each step. A red pair of Chucks descended the stairs with the boy wearing them.
Keung pulled the headphones off and came into view of Robert, locking eyes with the older man Keung redoubled his efforts to hold him under his control, with the most ginger of influence. He couldn’t let Robert consciously become aware of him. If Robert did he would fight back and with his budding knowledge leading the way, he would have a good chance to break free. If he broke free, he would be far more than furious. Likely Keung would wake up in a hospital again this time.
“Hi there Robert. How was your nap?” Keung asked in a friendly and confident way.
“Just what I needed! Say, whose Mustang is that?” Robert asked.
“Oh. That was Deagol’s car, once upon a time. I suppose it’s mine now. I’m sure I’ll have hell to deal with in getting the paperwork through though.” Keung answered and began moving Robert to the pod.
“It’s beautiful! Hey, if you are looking to get the paperwork through easy, I might be able to help.” Robert said as he stooped to enter the pod.
“Yeah? Well aren’t you a peach?” Keung said with a chuckle as he helped the other man in.
“Who’s Deagol?”
“Just a friend. We can talk about him later.”
“What is this thing?”
“Remember how I told you I could give you absolute proof of your extra-terrestrial nature?”
“Of course. Not exactly every day you get told you are freaking E.T. man!” Robert said with a laugh, that began to take on a little nervousness.
“Well.” Keung said locking Robert’s right hand into the cuff after removing the policemen’s gun. “This is what I call, the Essence Recall and Enhancer. Say that with me.” together they repeat the words. “That’s it. What that means is this machine can recall your past lives for you and make the precise calibrations to your biological vessel necessary for your essence to become fully recalled as active memories.” Keung continued while locking in Robert’s other arm and both legs.
“What does that mean?” Robert asked, his face squished up in confusion.
“What that means is…” Keung answered while pulling out a smartphone. “...your human brain doesn’t have the evolutionary development to allow for your alien essence to become recalled into conscious thought without years of adaptation or this handy machine zapping you with a mélange of radio waves, some chemical catalysts, and a bit of luck.” Keung said, as he finished by looking Robert eye to eye inches away and giving him a wink.
Robert chuckled.
“HAL could you pair with pod alpha please?” Keung asked.
“Pairing complete. I have full access to pod alpha.” HAL replied.
“Hal?” Robert asked. “From 2001: A Space Odyssey?”
“Of course.” Keung replied with a smile.
“HAL, please scan subject Robert L. Jenkins and calibrate the ERE for full recall.” Keung instructed as he closed the pod door and took a step away from Robert.
“Subject Robert L. Jenkins scan complete.” HAL alerted a moment later.
“Full conscious recall solution being configured.” HAL continued.
“Are you saying, I am going to remember my past lives?” Robert asked as the machinery around him began to hum louder.
“Yes. You are about to remember every life you have had in the past that fractured away from Jyi’ntol to create its own new consciousness. Likely you have lived three or four times here on Earth, those will come back first. Then the rest of it will come back over the next few hours or so.” Keung explained as he looked over the tablet that displayed the pods readings.