My daughter Elissa asked me to upload a couple of my stories, so here goes the first one…
— Ship Log —
A thorough investigation of the ancient alien spaceship, largely buried in the Western desert, uncovered the previously overlooked (and some would say suppressed) audio recording stored in the ship’s log. Given the controversial nature of the log, the committee has transcribed this final entry precisely as it was recorded. No attempt has been made to alter or correct for errors — of any kind.
=== Begin Transcript – Ship Log: Dec 21, 2012 10:38 PM ===
Test, one, two, three… There, do you see? I told you I’d get it working…
“And I told you I didn’t care. Why are you wasting time doing this when we’ve got to get out of here?”
We will Jenn. We will. There’s no rush. Those raptors can’t possibly…
[Screeching sound of metal]
“Why’d you turn that back on? Haven’t you figured it out yet? We don’t have time for this…”
Okay! I was wrong about them not being able to get in here. How was I to know they’d use those force field devices to rip through metal? That’s all the more reason to do this. We have to…
“We don’t have to do nothing! All we have to do is get in that alien teleporter machine and get the hell away from here.”
Jenn. Jenn. Calm down. I’m telling you we’ve got time. I looked at that door closely, and it’ll be hours before they get through. That’s plenty enough time to warn…
“You don’t know that. You have no idea how long it will take them. I like you Evan. More than you know. Heck, more than I knew. Your saving my life is really messing with my head. But your mistakes have killed people too!”
Please don’t remind about that. I didn’t want… Look, all we have to do is keep checking the door. No matter how long it takes for them, we’ll know when it’s time to get out.
“But why? What’s the point? I doubt anybody will ever even hear this. Do you?”
I don’t know Jenn. Maybe not. But I do know I have to try. We have to warn people. We have to tell them what we’ve learned about this ship and those raptors. And the most important thing, we have to stop them from escaping. Don’t you see that?
“All’s I see is the longer we stay here, the closer they get to having dinner.”
I won’t let them eat you Jenn. You should know that by now. But you’re right, I’ve made horrible mistakes… mistakes that killed the people I love the most. But that’s just the point. I have to help others not make the same mistakes.
Please Jenn. I have to do this. I need to.
Sorry about the preceding log, but I couldn’t figure out how to make this blasted alien device delete it…
Anyway, my name is Evan. Evan Reynolds. I’m Seventeen. Jenny is my girlfriend.
This ship log is the only way we have to communicate. Our cell-phones stopped working some time ago — even regular land-lines don’t work. One thing you have to get clear right away — these raptors are way smarter than anybody ever thought they could be.
Cell towers and phone lines just don’t go dead by accident. We learned that too late. Too late for Loving, New Mexico at least. Too late for mom and dad, or Jenny’s family. Just about everybody we ever grew up with.
They’re all gone. Goddamn raptors.
We’ve learned other things too, over the last… Jesus! It’s hard to believe this all started just last Tuesday. It seems like eternity now. But that’s one of the reasons I’m doing this. I’m hoping something we’ve learned will help. Something has to help!
First, you have to remember that raptors hunt in packs. Don’t be fooled by a lone raptor who shows himself. He’s just giving the others a chance to surround you. Once you see one, you can be damn sure others are nearby and closing in on you.
It doesn’t work to run either. They’re much too fast. The only thing that worked for us was to attack right away. That seemed to put them on the defense, and often they’d back away, I guess because they weren’t used to such behavior.
And this may sound crazy, but I found they really didn’t like it when I came running at them screaming my head off, like I did when they had Jenny and I trapped in Murphy’s garage. They may seem invincible, but they’re not. They get scared just like us.
Second, don’t even bother using guns. That was my biggest mistake. I lured one right beside dad who popped it in the head from less than a foot away with both barrels of his 12 gauge, and it did nothing.
And I mean nothing. That raptor just turned its head, looked dad square in the eye… and then chewed his head off. Dad never had a chance…
stinking reptiles… nauseating dino-roaches…
Jenn, really — it’s okay — I’ll be alright. But I need to finish this. Then we can go. But it’d help… it’d help a lot if you told them what we found on this alien ship…
“You mean the teleporter?”
No. No, I mean like why Jimmy couldn’t even kill them with a whole friggin box of dynamite.
“Oh my god, I forgot about that. It was unbelievable. No one could figure out why nothing would kill ’em. But then we found the same little alien-looking boxes here on the ship that the raptors had strapped around their necks. What did you call those things?”
Personal force field projectors. I don’t really know what they are, or how they work, but they seem to protect the raptors just as if they were wearing a force field. I doubt even the large caliber guns the National Guard has can pierce that field.
But I do know this. If you ram a stick of dynamite down one of their stinking throats, it’s “bye, bye” raptor. Ha! Too bad Jimmy didn’t live long enough to see his idea actually worked. Jimmy, man I miss you…
[Screeching sound of metal]
“How long do you think we have before they break through?”
Well, in some ways, we really have all the time in the world. Just like those raptors had all the time in the world to get away from the meteor that killed the dinosaurs. All we have to do is jump into that teleporter before they break through.
“You really think they used this ship to escape the rock that killed the dinosaurs?”
I don’t just think it. That’s what _their_ logs say. Or at least show. But I’m getting ahead of myself. The point is, it’s clear to me the raptors figured out how to use a number of things on this ship — including the teleporter.
“But how could they?”
Natural selection, Jenn. It’s called natural selection. You know how Jason Garcia was always smarter than the rest of us in school? Well, he was born that way. Just luck I guess, but the point is, some raptor way back when was born smarter too. It only took one. One just smart enough to figure out what some of the buttons on this ship do. He didn’t need to know how the buttons worked, he only needed to know enough to use a few of them. Who knows how he figured it out, but the logs make it pretty clear. He figured out how to use the teleporter — and how to use it to go forward in time.
“But… isn’t that impossible…”
Jenn! You’re on an alien spaceship! This thing has been sitting here buried for millions of years and yet it’s still working. How is that possible?
“But time travel?”
Well, I think it only goes forward in time. Not back. Who knows how they do it? Maybe they send the teleporter beam right next to a micro-black hole or something and use it’s gravity well to alter the time of the signal…
“What are you talking about? You’re telling me this ship has a black hole in it?”
Jenny, don’t worry. I’m just guessing. The point is that we’ll be able to beam ourselves into the future and not be here when the raptors break through. Christ! I keep forgetting. I gotta check on how well the door is holding up.
Those friggin raptors! I can’t believe they’ve gotten so far. I had wanted to tell how they messed with our minds. I still don’t know if that is some alien technology or…
Oh forget it. No time left. We’d just better decide how far in the future we want to go. What would you think about a hundred years?
“A hundred years? But what about our friends? Our…”
They’re all dead Jenn. We have no reason to stay here. I’m sorry, but just think of what technology they’ll have a hundred years from now. No more cancer like your aunt had. No more Alzheimer’s like my granddad suffered from. No more…
“I know. I know all that. But what if we don’t fit in?”
Fit in? What’s it matter? I’m just sick of living a boring life. Imagine the life we can live in the future. Heck, if we go far enough into the future, we could even live on another planet or something. Hey, maybe even five thousand channels on cable will have one channel worth watching!
“I don’t know. Things will be so different a hundred years from now. All the things we grew up with… will be gone. Do you really want to…”
I do Jenn.
“Well… you know, I’ve learned at least one thing in all this — especially after seeing you jump on that raptor’s back to save my life — and that’s that I just want to be with you.”
Jenn. I’d gladly do it all over again. No evil-eyed raptor scum better get near my girl, or he’ll… Look, I don’t know what the future holds, or what we’ll find when we get there. We might love it… or we might hate it. But I’ll always love that we’re together.
“Can we please go now then?”
But I haven’t told them the most important thing. We can’t leave without telling them… without warning them… Here, I’ll just do it as quick as I can…
Give me a break Jenn. Jeez. Okay, here it is…
The first raptor that figured out everything… well, he must’ve been a genius raptor or something. I mean he picked some female raptor — I suppose a smart one too — and after she laid her eggs he used the teleporter to jump into the future to when the baby raptors had matured — and then he mated with the smartest ones.
He did this generation after generation, like he was breeding some sort of super race of genius raptors. It’s friggin amazing, as the breeding got way more complicated than I could follow. But he ended up with hundreds of puking smart raptors — just when the meteor hit.
He tried jumping a few hundred years into the future but it was no use because the ship had been encased by debris from the meteor. So he kept jumping further and further into the future, just waiting for the debris to erode away. It must have been that huge flood we had a while back that uncovered the ship just enough so he could get out.
And they must have been damn hungry too, because they ate a lot of people and cattle that first day.
But this is the point… This is what I’ve been trying to tell you…
This ship serves as their base. It’s where they’ll retreat to when the army shows up. And that’s the problem. As long as they have this ship, they can always escape to the future. So please, if you get this message — destroy this ship! Don’t let them use it ever again.
This ship gave that raptor way too much power. Don’t underestimate what he’s capable of doing if he has this ship!
And even if he does manage to jump into the future, destroy this ship anyway! At least then they won’t be able to jump again.
And for God’s sake, warn the people of the future what’s coming at them!
“But Evan, what if they do destroy this ship? How’ll we reappear? Won’t we be lost in time… or something?”
I don’t know Jenn. I don’t think it works that way. At least I hope not. But we’re dead if we stay here, so we don’t have much choice, now do we?
“But what about what Mr. Leemaster said. You know about how time was ending.”
Don’t you pay any mind to what that old coot said. A lot of good all his survival planning did him. He never even made it to his “safe- house” in the caverns. His car fell right into one of the traps they dug on the Pecos highway.
“But didn’t he say today was the day…”
[Screeching sound of metal]
Damn raptors! Look, I’ve had enough of all that Mayan calendar mumbo-jumbo. Just leave it Jenn. I know you were partial to his stories, but that’s all they were. Stories Jenn. Just make-believe stories. Anyway, we’ll see soon enough what the future looks like.
Heck, all we have to do is go a few months forward. I bet the army will have taken care of the stinking dino-roaches by then.
“What if you’re wrong again? What if this really is… the end?”
“What’s so funny? I don’t think…”
Jenn! Jenn! Just think of it. Maybe old Noah Leemaster was right after all — only it wasn’t the end of the world — just the end of good old Loving. And who gives a rip about Loving? No one ever did. No one ever will. Certainly not now.
“That doesn’t sound very funny to me.”
I’m sorry Jenn. It’s just. It’s just we’ve seen so much. It’s like some really sick joke. Do you remember what Noah said when we gathered two nights ago in his tiny bunker? He said, “The good Lord showed me it would end this way.” Ha! If the “good Lord” showed him, then why wasn’t Noah ready? Just another sick joke if you ask me.
“I don’t know Evan. He also said God told him he was coming home. Maybe he knew his time was up.”
Well his time was up alright! More like dinner time for some puking raptor if you ask me.
“Laugh if you want… but he gave me the strangest look. It was like he knew something about me, but wasn’t sure if he should tell me. I kept asking him what was going on. And do you know what he told me? He said God told him I wouldn’t die. Can you believe that? Now why would God tell him something like that?”
God never told him anything Jenn. He was just trying to reassure you that everything was going to turn out alright. But even if what he says turns out true and we don’t die, it won’t be because of God. It’ll be because of the alien teleporter… or maybe even good old human ingenuity… if all diseases have been cured a hundred years from now.
“No, it was something else. Don’t you feel it Evan? It was… it was like a sign.”
Okay, geesh, I’m sorry already. But a sign? What the heck are you talking about?
“You know. Like, why should he say I wouldn’t die? And now here we are — the only two survivors left alive from Loving. For all we know, we’re the last survivors of the entire human race!”
Jenn! You’re not being serious. There’s just no way a few hundred raptors can kill billions of humans. They haven’t a chance. Get real.
“But we don’t know what’s going to happen. We don’t know what other devices they’ve figured out how to use on this ship. What if we go a hundred years into the future and find raptors are everywhere. What’ll we do then?”
[Screeching sound of metal]
“All they have to do is cause lots of panic and everything falls apart. You saw how quickly people in the town started to shoot at anything that moved. Why Mr. Johnson shot his own wife!”
For heaven’s sake, he’s nearly blind. No wonder…
“And what about Jack Bruster. He told us he was going to try the radio at the fire station, but instead we saw him going the wrong way trying to get out of town. He lied straight to our faces, just using the radio as an excuse to get out…”
I know. People do all sorts of stupid things when their survival is at stake. But Jenn, the army will take care of ’em. I promise you.
“Not if the raptors are as smart as you say they are. You saw how they panicked the people who holed up in the school. They knew exactly what they were doing. It’s like they know all about what really scares us…”
Yeah Jenn. When I saw that… that got me more scared than anything. Maybe you’re right. But it’s still hard to imagine raptors taking over.
[Screeching sound of metal]
“It’s not so much them Evan. It’s us. We’re going to kill ourselves in the panic. I mean, like you, I was afraid of the raptors too. But seeing those people panic… It just makes you wonder if humans even have it in them…”
Okay Jenn. But what are we going to do about it?
“Oh my god!”
“Noah was right!”
What are you talking about?
“I just had a thought… It’s like… It’s like there’s only one thing we can do. We have to go really far into the future… and start all over again.”
Start what over?
“The human race Evan!”
Whoa Jenn! Are you talking “Adam and Eve”? Like a new garden of Eden? Only a million years in the future?
“Yes. Why not? Or why not go for a hundred million years?”
I don’t know Jenn. Now you’re scaring me.
“Do you love me Evan?”
I like you a lot Jenn, but…
“Then why not let me pick how far into the future to jump to? It’ll be like playing the lottery. If I pick wrong, mankind may be finished. But if I pick right, we’ll be the ones to start the entire human race all over again. Just like Noah’s family in the bible did.”
I can just see that!
“Evan. I’m telling you I have a funny feeling about this. Somehow, I think I… we… were meant to do this. Don’t you feel it?”
Uh… I don’t think so, but hey… if that’s what you want. I just never thought I would be placing my life… and the future of the human race… into the hands of a sixteen year-old redhead from Loving, New Mexico. But, what the heck! Maybe we’ll end up in a future nuked to oblivion… or maybe it will be a utopia beyond belief. Either way, I’ve gone through way too much to worry about it now. So go for it Jenn.
“Thanks Evan. I just knew someday I’d leave Loving for a better future. I just never thought it would be like this… or happen so soon.”
Jenn, did I ever tell you I like your smile?
“I’ll go set the time on the teleporter…”
“Evan. That door isn’t going to hold much longer. We have to go now.”
Sure. I just wish we could communicate with somebody — anybody! — and tell them what’s happened… and what we’re about to do.
“I think we just have Evan.”
What? What are you looking at me like that for?
“Evan. I’m telling you right now. You had darn better be a good ‘Adam’ or else you’ll wish you’d stayed here and been a raptor snack.”
No, no, really! Don’t worry. I’ll be good. You’ll see. God.
Oh yeah. I’ll be good… Hey, shouldn’t we tell ’em what time we’re going to… just in case… you know, in case somebody can join us?
“No way. I don’t want those raptors following us. And I want you all to myself!”
Uh Jenn, I don’t think raptors understand English. They won’t understand a bit of this.
“I said no. Don’t ever forget how smart they are. If we take anything into the future… it should be humility. Brains no longer reside in humans only. Don’t ever forget that.”
Jenn, I’m thinking you got enough brains for both of us.
“We both need to be thinking Evan. From here on out, if we hope to survive, you’d better be smarter than those raptors — and stop making mistakes. Or I just may marry one of them and start a whole new race!”
Maybe old Noah Leemaster was on to something after all. Maybe you were meant for this…
[Loud ripping sound of metal]
That’s it. Come on Jenn…
=== End Transcript – Ship Log: Dec 21, 2012 11:58 PM ===
As the High Commission has repeatedly said, humans are incapable of such language. They are mere animals and always have been. Thus, it is the considered opinion of the investigating committee that these audio recordings are fraudulent, and likely perpetrated by juvenile delinquents. While the enunciations do not follow distinctive raptorian vocal patterns, Dr. Xexter insists that younger juveniles do have the vocalization capabilities required to create such recordings.
Thus, the investigating committee determines and so orders that this audio log does not belong in the revered collection of The Founder’s logs and sayings, and should be immediately erased. Moreover, the proceedings of this committee are to be sealed and the contents of said recordings shall not be mentioned again — upon pain of death.
We hesitate to speak further on such a profane subject, but we simply must note that The Founder specifically warned us to turn our heads away from any talk, no matter the source, that suggests humans were ever smart, or ever could be. They are, and always will be, pathetic creatures that flee in panic at the slightest provocations. Neither can they be domesticated or used as a proper food source. They must always be exterminated wherever and whenever found. Extinction is their destiny.
—— o ——
In the year sixty-five million, give or take a few millennia, a bright light flashed, out of which emerged two bipeds of humanoid form. They looked out across an wide expanse of virgin forest, smiled at each other… and began a new age.