ZOMBIE'S DOOM? "Chronicles of Jack Doom" (46 page)

"I like you! May I call you Jack?" the Captain asked, again not waiting for an answer. "That is why I have decided that I am glad that you did not get killed down there."

"Killed down where, what do you mean killed down there?" I asked, now completely confused.

Then it came to me. The Caucasian used those exact words when we first met. But this guy wasn't nearly as big as the pale giant I had killed. However, his accent was similar to the freakishly tall mutant.

"Lieutenant Zeem!"

"Yes Captain Xarr!" the Lieutenant quickly answered.

"Has Jack been informed of his whereabouts?" Captain Xarr asked as if he were my best friend.

"No Captain Xarr, none of the test subject groups have any knowledge of who we are, why they are here, or where they are now," Lieutenant Zeem answered. "And this test subject is no exception. All of the test subjects have been sequestered in their respective holding compartments until now; this one is the only earther that has been allowed to leave the containment area."

"Captain Xarr, it wasn't very long ago that someone said that very thing to me," I told the Captain. "He also spoke in much the same way you people do."

"Yes Jack, I know all about the one you speak of," Captain Xarr acknowledged. "Him and ones like him are the primary reason that you are here."

"And exactly where is here?" I asked, staring at the Captain with a stern look on my face.

"Why... here on the bridge of an Annanaki intergalactic spaceship, it is your new home, at least until we return to Annunak for your final training," the Captain informed me. "You see, the one you knew as the Caucasian is just one of many gynandromorph's who's binary genitalia was medically altered through a dangerous, yet quite efficient marinating process whereby their loins were soaked in an electrically charged chemical for an extended period of time. A process similar to the way your people electroplate jewelry. The result of this chemically induced biologic transmodification genital surgery was the shrinking of the sex organs down to a point that they not only no longer functioned, but also for all intent and purposes were non-existent to the naked eye. At least not in the state that they would normally be recognized.

This converted each gynandromorph that underwent the process and survived it, into what was the equivalent of what was called a
eunuch
during your planet's ancient history.

The difference being, although the chemically treated sex organs of those gynandromorphs chosen, shrank due to the change in their DNA composition instead of being cut off. A residual and unavoidable side effect of the DNA restructuring, caused the rest of the creature's physical body to expanded geometrically and lose all pigmentation in the skin and hair, rendering them albino giants, even as compared to my own tall pale-skinned Annunaki race."

"Are you telling me that the freak show I killed in the Indiana Badlands that called himself the Caucasian, was a bloated gynandromorphic eunuch from some other planet?" I asked, jokingly, not believing a word of the Captain's bullshit story.

"Jack Doom, that is precisely what I am telling you," Captain Xarr answered, with a blank look on his alien face. "However, I would not have described the transformation of the chemically treated gynandromorph in such colorful terms, yet your vernacular enhanced chronicle is nonetheless accurate."

"So what was the Caucasian, or gynandromorph, or eunuch, or whatever the hell he or it was, doing here on earth?" I asked, trying to take in and process everything that was happening around me, but still in disbelief.

"The albino gynandromorphs are part of the reason that the superior Annunaki race is currently at war with the gynandromorphic race," the alien Captain explained. "Many hundreds of thousands of kronal sections ago, several top Annunaki scientists traveled deep into one of the forbidden zones of the Cyan Prime cluster without authorization from the Supreme Being of Annunak, and carried out what the inhabitants there called unspeakable experiments on captured civilians."

"Let me guess, the experiments were done on the gynandromorph population in that so called forbidden zone," I said. "And just what in the hell is a kronal section?"

"You are correct Jack Doom, our scientists experimented on gynandromorphy citizens," Captain Xarr replied. "And one of your earth months is the closest time measurement that I can relate to you that resembles the kronal sections that we on Annunak use to gauge time."

"That's all fine and dandy Captain, and I'm getting ready to pop a woody, but you didn't answer my question.

What was the albino gynandromorph as you call it, doing down on
my
planet?

As a matter of fact, while you're in the mood to answer questions, what in hell's creation are all of you so-called
aliens
doing here anyway?" I asked, as my mood began to deteriorate, and I began to shout, still not believing the answers that Captain Xarr was telling me.

Seeing that his Captain was being accosted by a mere earther, and ready to take advantage of another opening to make some major league brownie points, Lieutenant Zeem broke in.

"Do not raise your voice to Captain Xarr or I will escort you to Bay 5 personally!"

I had no idea what he meant by
Bay 5
, but I was pretty sure I didn't want to find out anytime soon, whether they were from another planet or not.

So I decided to profusely apologize to everyone or everything (depending on how you look at it), on the bridge of the ship, especially Captain Xarr. I would play along with their ruse whatever it was, and hope that the Captain would see fit to reunite me with Beth and the others.

"It is all right Lieutenant Zeem, I am sure that our guest meant no disrespect toward me or any of the crew, he is just confused about who is in charge here," Captain Xarr said, very condescendingly. "His attitude is exactly the reason that he was one of the earthers chosen."

"I'm sorry Captain Xarr, I didn't mean any disrespect to you or your crew, and I have the greatest admiration for all of you. Like you said, I am a guest on your ship, and I would never intentionally do anything that would upset you or any of your crew," I told the leader, as I tried to think of a way to slit the young lieutenant's throat and not get myself killed in the process.

Up to now, nobody in this control room, or on the spaceship's bridge, or wherever I was, had paid much attention to me, they were staying busy at their stations and doing their jobs.

However, as I uttered my insincere apology to the Captain and crew, their sudden curiosity of my presents caught my attention, and I noticed the depictions on some of their monitors, most of which were images of earth from a great height, miles above the planet in fact, pictures of earth from an orbital altitude.

I also became aware that the labels by all of the switches and knobs were written in some kind of weird looking hieroglyphics that resembled nothing that I had ever seen.

"
Holy fuckcycles!
" I thought. "
Is everything this guy's been telling me true?
"

The more I thought about it as the crew stared at me, the more the Captain's explanation made sense.

"
A virus that brought the dead back to life to eat the living?

The illusive shadows during the day and the flashes of unseen light at night?

Dinosaurs rampaging through the countryside?

That beam of light coming from the clouds that disintegrated the building where the sniper had his nest?

The weird lighting change and missing time that preceded our arrival on the spaceship
.

The wall in what the Lieutenant had called the holding compartment melting into a doorway?
"

With all of that happening, and from what the ship's Captain had told me, it was obvious that people from earth didn't cause the bizarre events of the past couple of years.

"Okay, let's just say that I believe everything that you've told me so far. What possible reason could you have to invade my planet and cause so much death, carnage, and destruction?" I asked, this time sincerely. "And what in the fuck do you want with me?"

"As I have informed Lieutenant Zeem, and his predecessor I might add, my family lineage has a long history that connects them and myself to your planet.

Those pre-extinction bipedal carnivorous creatures that we deployed to saved you from the overwhelming amount of control subjects that were attacking, before you and the rest of test subject group 32452013 retired into the large metal, mobile, projectile hurling mechanism...

"You mean that bunch of vile dinosaurs that killed my family?" I fumed, interrupting the Captain as he explained.

"Yes, I see that you remember them," the Captain answered straight faced and non-caring.

"I remember them all right," I steamed, trying to control my rage.

"That was a slight miscalculation on the part of one of my officers," Captain Xarr admitted, still with an unconcerned look on his face.

"Oh, that's all right," I said, sarcastically. "You wouldn't mind introducing me to that officer would you; you know the one that made that
slight
miscalculation
?"

"Not in the least, as a matter of fact I need to check on his progress down in Bay 5," Captain Xarr answered, almost giddily. "Lieutenant Zeem, you will accompany Jack and me down to Bay 5."

"Yes, Captain Xarr," the Lieutenant shouted as he flailed an Annunaki salute toward his commander.

Without having to be ordered, the two guards also accompanied us, flanking me as we made our way down to Bay 5.

Along the way, Captain Xarr told me of his ancestors and how they, coupled with what he called the archaic Annunaki technology of the times, caused the global demise of the dinosaurs, but only after they had retrieved several choice specimens of both male and female to as he put it
farm
their species.

He proudly mentioned the Great Pyramids and the Sphinx, and told me how and why they were built, and how the humans had defiled them and the good name of his ancient relatives.

As we stepped out of the ship's conveyor onto Bay 5 and walked down a drab hallway, he finished his rendition of how he and his crew had released a genetically altered protein molecule into the atmosphere. That protein molecule targeted certain human blood types and attacked their antibodies, thus causing people with said blood types to contract the zombie virus (
zombie virus
, my words not his) and rise from the dead with a voracious appetite for living or dead flesh, provided the dead flesh hadn't been dead too long.

As we neared the end of the hallway, the Captain began to tell me about the mysterious
Bay 5
that his junior officer had earlier threatened to escort me too personally.

"Rylo Kesbvoff of the Science Academy on Tarsa II is the top persecuting officer assigned on this mission; he is in charge of all disciplinary actions designated to take place during this expedition."

"Is he the officer that made that
slight
mistake?" I asked politely, plastering a fake smile on my face.

Lieutenant Zeem who had been silent until now spoke up quickly, and apparently a little too excitedly for his own good.

"Oh no Jack Doom, Rylo Kesbvoff would never make a mistake like that!"

"Really, just what kind of mistake would I make?" Rylo Kesbvoff asked, seeming appearing out of nowhere.

Even in the middle of the dire straits that I knew we were in, I noticed the priceless look on the young Lieutenants face.

His eyes bulged out even farther than normal as his slack jaw dropped almost to the deck (that's the floor in naval jargon).

I could almost see the crotch of his uniform pants pucker under the strain.

"Am I hearing a false accusation lodged against me Lieutenant Zeem?" the persecuting officer asked, with a gleam in his eye, as he remembered the Captain's promise that he would be the Lieutenant's teacher if he were to continue to bend the rules.

"No sir, Rylo Kesbvoff, not at all," Lieutenant Zeem answered squeamishly, his eyes and sphincter both bulging out as he remembered the greenish-yellow light that flooded down on Private Jol and the metallic recliner. "I just meant that Private Jol was the perpetrator at fault."

"Oh, well that's too bad, because I would love to see what you look like in a greenish-yellow glow," Rylo Kesbvoff scoffed with a smirk.

"Enough of the childish banter, Jack wants to see Private Jol in all of his glory," Captain Xarr ordered gruffly. "By the way Jack, how's my English? Am I pronouncing all of the words correctly?"

"
What the fuck?
" I thought. "
Who am I, the schoolmarm?
"

"Yeah Captain, you get an A+ in English," I told him, as I watched his chest puff out almost as far as his Lieutenants sphincter. "Now can I please take a look at this Private Jol clown of yours?"

"Certainly Jack, but you've got to teach me how to speak in that colorful vernacular you are so fond of using," the Captain insisted. "I have become quite proficient in the proper English language used by the inhabitants of your land, but I am a little confused when it comes to using the continents slang. That particular jargon of your dialect changes too fast for our foreign language library to keep up with."