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ACT III

     The children were on their way to Earth.  The Zeta actually explained very little.  The grey humanoid reinforced a fact the Moonchildren already knew; the Reticulans could no longer reproduce.  The super ancient race was at an evolutionary end.  Moon- people understood that the ‘occasional’ human abductions were a ‘necessary’ attempt to save their doomed and dying civilization.  The aliens believed a ‘hybrid’ could be created and that humans were a potential salvation for the aliens.  The hairless creature with a large head and big, black eyes told the children the truth.

     The truth was a secret WAR had been waged between Zetas and humans ever since some Earth-people became aware of greys; which, of course, happened in New Mexico in 1947.  After WWII, the Roswell Incident became a military operation and the CIA was created.  ‘Human body parts’ were discovered in the crashed craft and a live ‘visitor’ was captured.  EBE or ‘Extraterrestrial Biological Entity’ or the famous, captured alien was known to the children.  What they did not know was the military leaders held ‘the Thing’ for ransom as a ‘prisoner of war.’  Later, humans had a technological boom; thanks to the greys.  

     More truths were revealed in the short time the Zeta was with the children in the hanger.  EBE lied to its human captors as any prisoner of war would.  It communicated that it was (basically) GOD and the humanoids from Zeti Reticuli 2 manufactured the human race a long time ago as a ‘grand experiment.’  Truth was; the aliens only knew they desperately needed Earthlings (a ‘young, vital’ race) in experiments to save themselves.  Then…EBE died and an all-out war, with ray gun battles, occurred in underground sections of Area 51.

     Mayflower was truly a Zeta experiment; in a sense, a ‘truce’ offering to see if humans and aliens could work together.  Earth-people of the 1960s and beyond could never be informed of these events or the true nature of the universe. 

     News had been disseminated down from Time Lord to Zeta to only a few of the highest human elite:  An alien/human hybrid was IMPOSSIBLE.  Recent discoveries were confirmed by the best Zeta scientists.  The greys’ hope for any type of future disappeared.  Then, when everything seemed lost…a final truth came down the pike and into the hands of the special children.  The alien told them the ‘new’ findings; the biggest Truth that was just received:

     THE 7 MAYCHILDREN…MUST LEAVE FOR EARTH…IN DOING SO, THEY WILL CREATE A FUTURE FOR THE DYING ZETAS…AND ALSO SAVE THE EARTH BY CHANGING HISTORY.

     That was most of the very little explained to the children in approximately two minutes.  The last minute was spent preparing for takeoff.  The large hanger roof retracted and the saucer electro-magnetically spun them off the Moon and into space.    

     I don’t understand, expressed Fon in front of a portal of starry space.

     Join the party, replied Par.

     Jud dispensed with his protective oval and sat at the controls of RN12-VP7.  Six children huddled around him inside a white interior.  The question concerned navigation.  The silvery disk traveled slowly in space and was about 5,000 miles from the lunar surface.  Don’t worry.  It’s according to plan; exactly the way it’s supposed to be.

     Tor asked Jud, you trust the Zeta?  You know it just told us of the war and his species is the enemy?  EBE lied, why not this thing?

     It’s different.  I felt no deception.  Also…navigational coordinates weren’t programmed by the Zetas, Jud informed the gang.

     It was inputted by Time Lords, Fon realized.

     Many of them smiled.  Fon was truly one of them.

     The kid, er BOY…learns fast, Jud admitted.

     But, what’s that mean? Tor prodded Jud for answers.

     Sa replied instead, I think it means we’re in the hands of Time Lords.

     A few of them passed a mug of Mead around, via telekinesis.  A couple of them drank the delicious, blue, liquid nourishment.  Tor was unsure as well as others.  No one felt in control of the situation.  They looked to Jud for information, not Ro.

     Before you pound me; you’ve already done that…I mean with QUESTIONS.  Here’s what I know.  We have now stopped in space at a specified launch-point…everything is automatic.  The ‘engage’ switch is right here.  We hit it…and we’re gone.

     Hang on, Tor interrupted.  This has nothing to do with stopping the killing of JFK, does it?

     I don’t know.  Does it? Jud coyly responded.

     What else do you know that you haven’t revealed?  Tor got upset, yet did not want to fight again.

     I know that there is a newer discovery; something unknown that will be uncovered.  Maybe the aliens don’t even know?  Maybe this journey will prove something to them and will explain…

     Explain what? Ran asked.

     Jud continued, why we’ve been permitted to go, er, ah…why we MUST go!

     Another round of Mead slowly flew by to those who were drinking.  The large mug gently landed on a white table.  Most of the curved interior was bright white.

     General news is we are Alphas and they are Zetas.  Zeta designation has nothing to do with stellar Gliese Catalogue and more to do with…OMEGA.

     Tor almost understood.  And, we are the Alpha…the beginning.

     Jud thought, there’s a kind of PARADOX.  That’s why we can’t be in close proximity to the greys for any sustained periods of time.  Like two positive, magnetic poles; they repel each other.  We shouldn’t be in the same space with them; or time…

     The thought sent shivers up and down Tor’s spine.  Sa felt it too as she hugged the blue boy.  Jud just expressed an important clue.

     Par took the floor and proposed an obvious question.  I just want to know one thing.  What’s going to happen when you flip the switch?

     That was when attention turned to the Ro clone.  She was usually the one the Moonchildren went to for answers.  She sat cross-legged on part of the console.

     Jud started it.  Ro is so…beautiful; what a gorgeous face.

     What?! barked Ran.

     Ro’s mouth dropped.  She was thoughtless.

     I think you’re beautiful.  Only problem is…you’re not my type.  And, the fact is…

It was at this point, before a portal of very black space and bright stars, that the silence was broken by the first audible utterance.  Jud looked directly at Ro and declared…

     ‘I’m in love with your clone.’  He then exchanged deep looks with the redhead.

     For a short time, navigational concerns were sidestepped.  The group seemed to be in pairs, except for Par.  Par used to be in love with Ran.  Their parting was mutually agreed.  Par was not the least bit jealous of Jud and he was happy for the red girl.

     Ran hid her complete joy inside, but her sister knew.  Ran’s face did not mask her emotions and approached the redness of her long hair.  The fiery girl that really spoke her mind was oddly silent.  Everyone was amused. 

     The children laughed and genuine, warm feelings circulated.  Morale was high.  They saw no obstacles in the path to the future.  What was going to happen tomorrow?  And tomorrow, was when that little switch is flipped.

       The psychic punks still wanted to hear from Ro.  It was as if they decided that the ‘heart’ of the group would decide.  White-haired Ro calmed down and eased into Fourth Level.  She retreated into her old shell, which was a state of quiet stillness. 

     Well? Jud pushed for an answer.

     I think the question is…are we going to Home World? Tor plainly asked the clone.  When the ENGAGE is switched, will we be going home?

     Ro thought about it intensely.  Then, she moved.  In a few seconds, emerged a smile and the truth.  She spoke words.  ‘Yes…home world.  We’ll be going home.’

     Everyone seemed to ebb and flow inside one unified mind.  They were happy, peaceful and confident.  They were agreed.  No worries, mate. 

     ‘It’s the right thing to do.’

     At precisely the moment he was supposed to flip the switch, engaging the Time Lord’s program-settings, Jud hit the switch.  Tincan and seven passengers beamed at light-speed and then reversed itself!  The journey was not a trip through space, but a voyage through time.  Earth had changed to totally an unrecognizable appearance.  The May-Saucer streaked from a distance of 5,000 miles in a 180 degree direction.  Tincan rushed at a high MPH and into a dark, dry, moonless planet. 

     The human children survived the crash.  But, they did not know where they were. They were initially unaware that they smashed through a time-barrier.  The boys and girls were completely alone on an unknown world.  The falling disk formed a long gouge as it roughly tore through the terrain, horizontally.  Exterior force fields saved seven lives.  From now on, they weren’t children.