Save the Last Bullet for God (39 page)

“It has already been done, sir. You are
ready to go back, but you have to make a choice.”

“What choice?”

“Can you choose a number from one to
three?”

“Why?”

“For a little modification, sir.”

“Four.”

The Main Station,

The Dark Side of the Moon

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM LIMBO STATION:

“The 28th attempt to save the damaged
consciousness and restore its abilities has concluded negatively.
There are no improvements and the increasing rate of reflections
has caused the system to become unstable.”

Limbo

INCOMING MESSAGE FROM MAIN STATION (DARK
SIDE OF THE MOON):

“
There is no possibility of saving the
program. Transfer all data received to the main station. End the
consciousness, then proceed to system shut down.”

…

Before the program shut down its systems, it
showed kindness to the “consciousness” that had taken such
initiative. Before destroying it, it sent the consciousness to its
chosen fate and let it have its fictional joy.

1. Selen: active

2. Maria: X

3. Hellen: X

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After returning from the expedition to
Beijing, I ran to the tent of the shaman to see Selen. I barely
recognized the beautiful girl in front of me. Remembering the one I
had left and seeing her so changed upset me and reminded me that we
were no longer children.

We rode horses to a faraway point on the
rocks, where the tents of our people looked like small dots.
Turning our backs to the village, we stared at the setting sun
absently and remained quiet for a long time. Finally, she broke the
silence. “I am very sorry for the wolf. I loved it almost as much
as you. When the messengers brought the news of victory, they also
told me your story.”

“Nevermind. Let bygones be bygones. Talking
about it will not change anything,” I said, stopping her. I didn’t
want to speak of the wolf anymore.

I turned and looked at Selen, “You grew up a
lot, and changed…and got more beautiful. However, your eyes still
look the same,” I added, trying to change the subject.

She lightly blushed and looked down, acting
as though she wanted to say something.

“I will leave soon,” I said. “I don’t know
how I know, but my end is near, and I have limited time to fulfill
what I need to do.”

“Where will you go?” Selen asked. “I can
come with you, if you want. My father used to tell us that you
weren’t one of us, and the souls of our ancestors warned him about
you. He told me many times to be careful and not to approach you,
but I insisted, and with you being the son of Genghis Khan, he
didn’t …”

I put my hand on her hand, and I stared into
her eyes. They seemed to be the only light in the sky. I slowly
pulled her to me and kissed her lips gently.

“You are the only one I am glad to know,” I
said. “And you are also the last one I want to upset. If you feel
the same for me, try to understand me. Just don’t stop me because,
if I could, my only choice would be to be with you. The most
painful thing is to now realize what I will miss, what could have
happened with you…”

We walked towards our horses. She stopped
and untied the red silk handkerchief in her hair. Her hands, like
her lips, trembled. She gave me the handkerchief, and I stood alone
in the dark as she rode away.

Suddenly, everything seemed meaningless. I
realized that I didn’t want a life without Selen. Without
hesitating any longer, I jumped on my horse and rode after her. She
stopped when she heard the sound of the hoofs and turned her horse
toward me.

In midstride, I jumped off the horse and
soon, we were both on the ground, breathless, longing to get even
with all those lost years.

“I can’t be without you,” she whispered into
my ear.

“You won’t,” I breathed back, holding her
closer. “I upset you for nothing. I’m sorry.”

“Are we going away from here?”

“Yes, but first I need to tell my mother the
happy news: her eldest son will be getting married to the one he
loves.”

“We will be so happy together.”

“Yes, all the lands of the empire in the
West are mine. It can be our own country, and our children can rule
it.

Selen smiled and shook her head.

“You’re enough for me,” she said.

…

Before the program shut down its systems, it
showed kindness to the “consciousness” that had taken such
initiative. Before destroying it, it sent the consciousness to its
chosen fate and let it have its fictional joy.

1. Selen: X

2. Maria: active

3. Hellen: X

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Crowds of new arrivals and departing
passengers filled the train station. Only a few minutes remained
before the Munich train left. As I hurried onto the platform, the
smoke from the departing train obscured my view. I wove through the
human obstacles, periodically standing on tiptoe and pushing anyone
who got in my way.

Despite the crowd, I saw her in the
distance. She was wearing the clothes I’d carefully chosen for her
the day before; only the hat she wore was different. A tall young
man stood next to her, holding her as if she were his. I felt weak
and paralyzed by rage. Those whom I’d pushed to pass were now
passing me. Maria disappeared, and the train began to move.

I stared at the car windows in despair and
deep shame, not knowing what to do next. I saw the tall man using
his strong arms to put the suitcase overhead, and I saw the blonde
girl lean her forehead against the window and look at me, her thin
lips parted as if she were telling me something.

With sudden hope of catching up with the
train, I began to run, pushing aside one person after another until
I stumbled and fell to the ground just before the final car passed
me. I didn’t want to watch the train receding in the distance so I
closed my eyes.

The crowd broke up, and I was defeated. As I
walked on, my clothes messed up and my eyes on the ground, people
stepped to the side and made me feel more alone.

Suddenly, I felt a light breeze and, with
it, a pleasant scent. I stopped and looked up at the person
standing in front of me.

“Maria!” I hugged her tight and buried my
teary eyes into her neck.

“I don’t want to live without you,” she
whispered into my ear.

“Neither do I. I can’t be happy without
you.”

“Let’s go far away, where no one knows us.
Will you come with me?”

I kissed her forehead. “We’ve already set
off.”

…

Before the program shut down its systems, it
showed kindness to the “consciousness” that had taken such
initiative. Before destroying it, it sent the consciousness to its
chosen fate and let it have its fictional joy.

1. Selen: X

2. Maria: X

3. Hellen: active...

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I shivered when I looked out and saw two men
wearing brown shirts get out of a pitch-black car and approach the
door of my house. I got dressed as their knocking persisted.
Reluctantly, I finally opened the door. They pressed an envelope
into my hand and went away without a word. I opened the envelope
with hands shaking from a mix of fear and relief. Inside, was a
letter addressed to me and along with a few official, signed
documents. The documents consisted of a single permission to leave
the country, including the proper supporting papers. The letter
addressed to me was a single page topped by a letterhead featuring
an eagle holding a swastika in its claws.

“Who is it, dear?”

Shuddering, I turned to see Hellen emerging
from the bedroom. She was barefoot and held my sheet over her naked
body with one hand. With the other hand, she touched my shoulder
and looked with curiosity at the papers in my hand.

“It’s not important,” I said. “Official
things.”

“But you seem shaken, and the document
says…”

“What about our agreement? The long talks
are forbidden, and we won’t say everything that comes into our
minds, right?”

“But I said nothing in the bed, and you
don’t know how difficult it is…,” Hellen purred as she embraced
me.

“Shhh.” Our lips touched. We hugged each
other and went back to the bedroom.

“I have to leave the country.”

“Why? Can’t we stay?”

“I’m not wanted here, and I don’t want to
live here anymore. War is coming.”

“Can I come with you?” she asked with a
touch of apprehension.

“Of course, we can go away together, my
love. From now on, we will experience everything together, and we
will be so happy.”

As I said those words, suddenly, a feeling
of peace and joy enfolded me. Leaving everything behind and
starting a new life with the woman I loved was enough to make me
feel good.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too.”

“Where will we go?”

“To a country that will not be affected by
the war, to a fresh republic famous for its ancient civilizations:
Turkey.”

“You are so adventurous and romantic,
and--”

I kissed her and Hellen was silent, her eyes
gleaming with expectation.

“We will go to the country of a foreseeing
statesman, Mustafa Kemal Atatürk,” I told her. “I might even have
the opportunity to tell him about my thoughts on the Mu continent
and the ancient civilizations of his roots.” I whispered to
her.

“No,” Hellen corrected me. “There will be no
one else. I won’t share our time with anyone. There will only be
us,” Hellen said as she hugged me.

…

1. Selen: X

2. Maria: X

3. Hellen: X

“I said ‘four,’ you idiot!”

[Take Four]

4. Elif: active

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The hypercube had completed its shape and
was hanging in the air, scattering its colorful light all around. I
knew my duty now. With my last bit of strength, I escaped my
restraints and stood up. I took a small step first and then another
one. Upon reaching the cube, I reached up and took it in my
hands.

I stumbled, and as I fell, I caught myself
with my right hand, landing directly in a pool of blood before me.
With my left hand, I pressed the cube of light against my stomach
until it disappeared inside me. Then I stood up and ran towards the
emergency room. Once the guards realized what I was doing, it was
too late to stop me. I had already pushed the red [EXIT] button
next to the emergency room door with my blood-covered palm.

Cmnd//: suck*source^0f#hypercube//

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The theory of everything; gravitation and
time are different forms of the same force.

Gravitation-time
can be neither created nor be destroyed, but it transforms
from one form to another.

Limbo

“Sir! You’re back! It’s impossible, but
you’re here and you accomplished the task!”

“How do you know?” I asked.

“A firewall forbade us to talk about this
before, but it must have collapsed because now we can talk about it
freely.”

“What was the task?”

“Sir, think about building a bridge across a
river. First, you throw a stone with a thin string tied to it. When
someone across the river catches the string, this is your first
connection. Then, you tie a rope to the string and pull it across.
Now, you have a stronger connection that you can use to transfer
everything that you need to build the bridge.”

“A bridge where?”

“Between two different time blocks using a
connection between Wilhelm Reich and Oktay.”

“How did it happen? Isn’t there some kind of
technology or energy needed to throw the stone across, regardless
of how wide the river is?”

“Remember the séance? Maria Orsic received
the information for this technology from us that night and gave it
to you later.”

"You mean
Maria Orsic was working for you?"

"Are you
surprised by this? Maria Orsic had been working as a medum in
Vienna since the end of WWI. She was the head of the Vril
community."

"But when I
first met her at the mental hospital, the war had just ended and
she was just a desperate young girl, recently come from
Croatia."

"It was
actually Maria's idea to get into the hospital so she could get to
you."

"So it was no
coincidence."

"Of course
not, Sir. After your hospital adventure, Maria went to Munich. She
helped faciliate the rise of Hitler, and the Vril communty, at
first, took on the sponsorship of the National Socialist movement.
All the while, Maria Orsic supervised the construction, testing,
and development of the time-space craft in accordance with the
specs she received from us. With the help of Dr. Winfried Otto
Schummann, Maria finished the spacecraft."

"Did Maria
know Mr. Schummann before?"

"Yes."

"Well, was it
also Maria's idea to send Prof. Schummann's wife to the psychiatry
sessions with me?"

"Hellen
was just one of the Vril girls and, of course, she wasn't Mr.
Schummann's wife."

“…”

“Sir, are you OK?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…Then how did I receive the letter from
J.R.Koldewey while I was in Oslo in 1934?”

“Maria had already met with Berton’s father.
At that time, Maria shared her information with Mr. Koldewey,
information that was gathered by telepathic communications with
Sumerians. It was not hard for Maria to convince the professor.
J.R. Koldewey wrote that letter before his death in 1925 and he
directed that it be posted at a further date.”