Incarnate: Mars Origin "I" Series Book III (22 page)

“The Ancients
started the Bubonic plague, the cholera epidemic, and AIDS. They thought too
many people wasn’t a good thing,” I just blurted it out when I walked into the
room.

“Hold up,
Justin.” I could always count on Greg to challenge me. “The Ancients had been
gone thousands of years before AIDS, even the Black Death, came along. No way
could they have created them.”

I didn’t answer
Greg. I turned to Logan. “And sorry, baby, but that codex we took from your dig
was all about our ancestors from Mars.” I gave a look that said “Sorry.”
“Hopefully nothing else in there will be and you can have your
non-extraterrestrial find.”

“What did you
find, Justin?” Nikhil spoke. He rarely talked when he was at my house and other
people were around. I’d be surprised though if he hadn’t already known about
this.

“Our ancestors
on Mars had a population problem. And genocide was their solution,” I said.

 “Justin,
you’ve got to start at the beginning. Stop acting crazy. Tell us what
happened.” Greg leaned forward in his seat.

I drew in a
deep breath.

“So you
remember how The Elect sent only one race of people and tried to send the rest
– the saboteurs – out into space to die?”

“Yeah,” Greg
said as if he was the only other person in the conversation.

“Well they did
it to control the population.”

“Is this sort
of like what the guidestones we saw in Georgia with Jairo proposes?”

“Exactly like
that. The Ancients had created a world where sickness and death were almost
non-existent.”

“Google.
Georgia Guidestones.”

We looked over
at Micah. He was leaning up against the sink talking into his phone.

“Get to the
part about the Bubonic plague,” Greg said. “I always thought the government had
something to do with the outbreak of pandemics.”

“Okay. On that
I was just being dramatic. I don’t know that they caused those diseases. But I
don’t know that they didn’t. I believe that they may have done things to keep
the number of people in the world low.”

“The Georgia
Guidestones say that the population of the world should be kept under a half
billion.” Micah looked at everyone then back down at his phone. “Google.
World’s population.”

“So what did
the Codex say,” Logan asked.

“As an
archaeologists and having studied history, I always
believed that new technology would evolve to correct the exceedance of the
carrying capacity of our resources.

“English, Justin,” Greg said.

“There are approximately 7,126,062,216 people in the
world,” Micah announced. Then back down at his phone: “Google. Overpopulation.”

Micah was in his own world. He and Google.

“If there were too many people we’d figure out how to
fix it,” I said in
English
so Greg could understand me. Vertical living
space – high-rises instead of single family dwellings. Frozen food instead of
everyone needing enough land to farm. We’d find a way to compensate for growth.
But after I read the codex, I’m thinking about those things differently.
Instead of technology making it better, now I think it makes it worse.

We keep accommodating for more people, and one day
we’ll turn around and we’ll have more people than the current technology can
fix.

“Like now it’s a street full of high-rises spreading
out onto previously uninhabited land. Forested animals forced to come into
cities to look for food. Farmers still finding a more efficient way of farming
but first millions of people die from starvation, like in China in the 50s and
60s. Or the Ireland Potato Famine of the mid-1800s. Technology doesn’t correct
the problem with overpopulation. The world corrects itself.” I took in a breath
and pointed to Greg. “The Bubonic plague. Over population was a problem in
Britain. The Black Death came in and killed millions. It corrected the
population problem.”

“What does that have to do with the codex?” Logan
said.

“The Ancients
took notes, so to speak. When they felt there was a problem with too many
people, they reset the balance. In fact, it was like a mandate. That’s why they
left millions to die when Mars was no longer a viable place to live.”

“And the codex
tells about this?” Nikhil asked.

“Not only tells
about
it, it tells
how to
do it,” I said. “Step by step,
practically.”

“Another
exaggeration I’m sure,” Greg said and leaned back in his chair.

Before I could
defend my comment, Nikhil spoke. “You’re not thinking about giving this to the
Senator are you, Justin?”

“Yeah. I guess
so. I told him I’d give him everything.”

“But the other
things you have to offer don’t espouse genocide,” Nikhil said. “Overpopulation
is a serious issue. Putting that idea in someone’s hands or head. Someone in
power, isn’t good.”

“I think that
it’ll be in better hands than mine if it’s with the government. I just don’t
see the United States not stopping something like this if it were to happen.
Not protecting their people.”

“They didn’t
protect us from slavery.” Greg was back in the conversation. “So don’t be too
sure.”

“Greg,” I said.
“I don’t believe that the U.S. would purposely kill off their citizens.”

“They might not
kill anyone,” he said. “But they might imitate China and India and start
monitoring how many children families can have, how much space people can have
to live in. You never know.”

“Well, Bruce
Cook is a republican. And they don’t believe in any type of birth control,” I
said and laughed. “I wouldn’t ever vote for him, but I can trust him not to try
and limit the number of our people.”

“Hey
everybody,” Micah said walking over to the table. “The Internet says that
overpopulation is a really big problem.”

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“I don’t see
the problem, Jack. Maybe you just don’t see the whole picture,” I said.

“That is the
problem, Justin. The whole picture. This could become a global issue. What NASA
says is held as gospel all over the world. And they’re behind Senator Cook. At
least the man over the Mars team is.”

“Do you think
Senator Cook could be a bad person?”

“The short
answer? Yes. I do. And I’ve discussed this with Nikhil.”

“You’ve talk to
him about it?”

“I have.”

“Nikhil can be
kind of scary. I didn’t know he could be  . . . Well so scary.”

Jack laughed.
“Listen, Justin. Bruce Cook could take what you’ve got – those scrolls from
Jerusalem and the Voynich Manuscript and start, what could in effect one day
be, a one world government. Europe is leaning toward it already with the
European Union.”

“I just don’t
know,” I said.

“Then with this
overpopulation component. It’s just not good. It’s bending toward becoming a
public policy issue. Population control is real. It’s happening now. Mostly in
third world countries. They want help from us? Then they have to help
themselves. Policy dictates it not be so many of them.”

“But like I
told Nikhil and Greg earlier, this couldn’t happen in the United States.”

“Wait. Let me
finish. Countries like Bangladesh, Iran and Singapore had adopted policies to
reward smaller families. As it sits right now, it’s just in a few low to
poverty stricken areas. Put the policy behind it will work in any country. And
whoever takes the lead in this will be revered. It’s not a good for these
things you have to land in the hands of just one person.”

“I’m tired,
Jack. I’m tired of running from people because of it. I’m tired of keeping it
secret. I want to be done with it.”

“Just because
you turn it over to him doesn’t mean you could stop running. Or that you’d be
safe. You remember that. But you do what you think is best. I’m behind you. It
seems like this was meant to be your responsibility. You have the power to tell
in your hands. No one else has it. It’s up to you to make the right choice.”

“Okay, Jack.
Thanks for talking to me. And, I’ll talk to you when I get back.”

“I’ll be
waiting for your call.”

I gently turned
the pages of the codex, gloves on. But my mind wasn’t on the words inside. All
I could think of was how my life was just going in circles.

I was sitting
on the side of my bed. I was supposed to be packing. Going to see Senator Cook.
Take him everything I had. Even the Codex from Panama. He would be sending a
car to take me and Mase to a private plane.

He wanted to be
sure everything was protected.

I’m the one
that needed that protection.

I had found
those original manuscripts in Jerusalem. I didn’t do the right thing them.
Present them. Write a scholarly article. Have them verified. Tell the world.
And because of it, my life had been threatened. Heck, I was nearly killed.

And now, I’m
sitting here again with ancient artifacts thinking about doing the same thing.
They had already been a threat to my life, and my daughter’s. . . .

So why would I
think about doing anything other than giving them up?

Jack. He’d put
that bug in my ear. That giving the information to someone that powerful
wouldn’t be a good thing. I might end up getting hurt in the end anyway he had
said.

When did
archaeology get to be so dangerous?  

And how in
the world did this stuff always just land in my lap.

God. What are
the chances?

“It must mean
something, Justin. That you are the one responsible for this.” I said out loud.

Divine
Intervention?

Or maybe
just plain ole’ dumb luck . . .

Bad luck.

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“Couldn’t
change her mind. But I think I gave her something to think about,” Jack spoke
into his cell phone.

“You
know, the people I associate with have kept the secret of the manuscripts for
thousands of years. We knew about the Voynich Manuscript and the language that
it was that filled its pages. We swore oaths. It’s a something that I take very
seriously.”

“I
really can’t relate to what you’re saying, Nikhil, but I do want Justin to be
safe and get the outcome that she wants to have.”

“Oh,
Jack, I think that you can relate to what I’m saying. It’s the same thing as
when you signed up to serve the U.S. You took an oath to serve your country.
Just look at it like the Mars migration story is my county.”

“Yeah,
I see where you coming from.”

“But
Bruce Cook is not a person to have this information. I’m beginning to think
that Justin’s been right to hide it all these years.”

“Like
I told you,” Jack said. “I’ve talked to a guy over at NASA. It looks like it’s
going to come out eventually. And this scientist didn’t bring it to the
Pentagon. He took it to Cook directly. It’s going to be pretty hard to keep it
secret.”

“One
step at a time,” Nikhil said. “But, I looked into this Senator, Jack and he’s
got his eyes set on grandeur.”

“What
do you wanna do?”

“We’ll
let Justin make the decision. For some reason God has saw fit for her to have
all this information. Her getting all the pieces to the puzzle over the span of
twenty years.”

“Yeah.
That is kind of remarkable.”

“So,
if she gives it to him at her meeting in Washington, then we let it go. It was
meant to be. But if she changes her mind. For any reason. Then we’ll take care
of it. Take care of him. My mission is to keep Justin safe.”

“Okay,
Nikhil. Sounds good. I’ll follow your lead.”

Washington, D.C.

“Do
you think that man’s mind is at his full potential?” Senator Bruce Cook seemed
to want to have a scientific debate with me. “I don’t,” he said emphatically,
without giving me time to answer. “And I don’t believe that will come about
without some concentrated effort that has that as its main focus. I believe
that at one time man was much smarter and capable than he is today. Your
research is proof of that.”

I
agreed with that but I kept quiet. I had dragged myself in to go through with
my meeting with the Senator. I was sitting in his office on Capitol Hill to
turn my “research,” as it were, over to him. But with Jack in one ear and this
Senator’s lofty aspirations in my other ear, I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted
to do anymore.

He’d
been talking for twenty minutes and he sounded like he was some kind of god.
Out to save mankind. He was planning on running for President, and he said,
that plan included me. I was going to help him save the world.

I don’t think so, Senator. I want no part in your craziness. You’ll be
lucky if I sit here and listened to you for another five minutes.

“There
is a study by a Stanford geneticist that argues man is dumber today than he was
100 years ago and certainly more so than a man 1,000 year ago,” the Senator was
still talking. “As the human brain evolves, this guy explains in his paper,
mutations occur in the brain and those mutations have caused a decline in
overall human intellect. Evolution, he postulates, should constantly improve
mankind’s abilities, but with the naturally occurring mutations it won’t, not
without applying selection.”

“Survival
of the fitness?” I asked just to be polite. I already knew about that study.

“Yes.
But the “fit” in terms of where the world we live in is at today would be the
most intelligent. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“What
do you think about it?”

“There
is a school of thought,” he continued, “that believes intelligence can be
neither taught nor earned, only inherited. If you apply that to what this
Stanford geneticists believes then Natural selection can be achieved through
reproductive selection. I’d tend to agree with that.”

“That
sounds like eugenics,” I said.

“Just
like in your book.” He nodded his head as if we were in perfect agreement.

We weren’t.

“And
just like the Indians you wrote about in your book, Justin.”

“My
book was fiction.”

He
looked at me and smiled. “Now we both know that’s not true.” He paused. “You
told me that the first time you came to see me and I understand why. But you
don’t have to be afraid of it ruining you. Or your family. You have my backing.
My full support. I want you on my team. I’m sorry about the mess with Simon.”
He leaned forward in his desk chair. “But from here on out, I’ll be the face of
it.  I will take on the responsibility of it. That’ll be easier for
everyone concerned, don’t you think?”

A
knock at the door interrupted me from telling this man just what I thought.

“Come
in,” he said.

“Ah,
here is my other secret weapon.” Senator Cook stood up and walked over to the
door to greet his visitor.

“I’m
glad you’re here Victoria. Perfect timing.” He put his hand in the palm of her
back and ushered her into the room.

“Dr.
Victoria Russell meet Dr. Justin Dickerson.” She stuck out her hand. “Justin,
Victoria.”

“Pleasure
to meet you,” I said.

“Likewise,
I’m sure.”

Senator
Cook’s eyes were beaming as we were introduced. “I like the idea that both my
secret weapons are women.” He waved his hand toward the chair next to where I
was seated. “Have a seat, Victoria. I was just bringing Justin up to speed on
your part of my platform.”

Oh
so she was the eugenicist. I glanced at her. She didn’t look like a female
Hitler. She was pretty, with soft red curls framing her face. Petite and
feminine. But I know you can’t always judge a book by its cover . . .

“Justin,
you were here first, why don’t you start.”

“Start?”

“Yes.
Your historical find.” I raised an eyebrow. “Your book. Your research,” he
said. “But first, Victoria would you like a cup of tea? It’s about that time
isn’t it?” He looked at his watch and then smiled at Victoria. “Justin would
you like a cup?”

“Sure,”
I said. Anything to help wash down this knot that was forming in the back of my
throat.

“Hang-on
and I’ll rustle some up.” He walked toward the office door. “Meanwhile,
Justin,” he said over his shoulder, “start telling Victoria about the
government up there and about their experiments.”

“Up
there?” she asked and gave me a polite look.

I
took in a breath. I didn’t like telling perfect strangers about my theory. “By
up there, he means Mars,” I said.

“A
government on Mars? Sounds preposterous.” She laughed. Unabashedly.

Senator
Cook walked back into the room.

“What’s
funny?” he asked.

“I’m
not quite sure,” I said.

“Okay,
so tea will be here soon” he said, he clapped his hands and rubbed them
together. “How far did you get?” He looked at both of us. This Victoria Russell
sat there with a silly look on her face. I shook my head. “No matter,” he said.
“We can start from the beginning. One world government.” He nodded at me.
“Justin.”

My cue to start
again, I guessed. So I started again. “Mars is about a billion years older than
Earth in its development. And during that billions years, before this planet
fully formed, there was life on Mars.” I looked directly at Victoria. “Human
life.”

“Are you
serious?” she asked.

“Listen,
Victoria,” Senator Cook snapped. “This is important.” He scowled. “And don’t
make that face,” he pointed at her. “You’re a scientist. Be open-minded while
she tells you what happened.”

“My
theory
on what happened.”

“Don’t be
modest, Justin. NASA can - and will - back you up. Continue,” he ordered.

I did as
ordered. “Man’s origin was on Mars. He lived and thrived there before any life
here. He was created there. The planet is a billion years ahead of us,” I said.
“They had a billion years to spawn man and develop their minds, their
technology.” She listened, but it seemed only out of courtesy. “And develop it
they did.”

“Tell her about
the government,” he said just as the door crept open. “Oh good, here’s the tea.
Go ahead, Justin tell her.”

“They had a one
world government. A board called The Elect,” I said as he handed us cups of hot
tea. “One world language.”

“A one world
government, Victoria,” he repeated. “Can you imagine?” He seemed delighted with
such an idea.

“No, Bruce.
Actually I can’t imagine.” She blew on her tea and took a sip.

When she said
“can’t,” it was the first that I caught an accent. British.

“Go ahead,
Justin,” he urged me.

“Uhm . . . so .
. . Our ancestors on Mars - ”

“Our
ancestors?” Now she had started interrupting me.

“Yes. As I said
they were human.”

“She’ll tell
you what she means,” Senator Cook interjected. “Let her talk.”

“What I
mean
is that they were human.” I gave a smug smile. “The
humans
on Mars were
more technologically advanced than what we have been able to achieve even
today. They cured all the diseases. Traveled through space. Man was superior
and practically immortal. So much so they thought themselves gods.” I could see
the Senator frown out the corner of my eye. “The planet we call Earth was at
that time void and without life,” I continued, “so they used it as their
laboratory. Here they created a “man -”

“The
Neanderthal,” Senator Cook interjected and waved at me to continue.

“They created
dinosaurs - ”

“Dinosaurs?”
she interjected. “They created the Neanderthal and the dinosaurs?” She seemed
quite put out with me. I kept expecting her to leap out of her chair and storm
out of the room at any minute.

I kept talking.
“The creation of new plants, diseases, environment due to forced climate change
on Earth - they did it all. What they referred to as the third planet was
nothing more than a big experimental playground for them. And they are
responsible for Earth’s ancient mysteries. Their presence. Their know-how.”

“Oh. You mean
like Stonehenge, the pyramids, or the cave drawings like the ones in India and
Australia?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said
with a nod.

“Aliens really
did do it then, eh? Oh. Okay.” Her accent became more prominent with each
sentiment expressed. “And you’ve got bloody proof of this, have you?” She
looked at the Senator.

“NASA.” He gave
the one word answer and looked at me. “Tell her about the Indians, Justin.”

“Let me be
clear,” I said and looked directly at her. “There were no aliens. They were
human. Just like you and me.” She may not believe what I was telling her and
that was her prerogative. But she certainly had no right to think me stupid,
which basically I felt she was doing.” I coughed into my hand to clear my
throat and continued. “Mars could no longer sustain life - ”

“Nuclear
holocaust.” Senator Cook said with a nod and then did his now usual hand wave
for me to continue.”

.“They had to
live underground,” I said. “The air, the planet couldn’t sustain life any
longer so the elect chose one race of people to come and live on Earth - ”

“The Indians,”
he cut in. “That’s why whenever explorers found “undiscovered” land, quote
unquote, it was always already occupied by Indians. Right, Justin?”

Maybe I
should just let him tell the story
.

“That’s my
theory,” I said.

“Not theory.
Truth,” he said. “Think about it, Victoria. There is nowhere that Europeans
went and didn’t discover natives and those natives were always Indians.”

She seemed to
be thinking that over. I couldn’t care less whether she believed me or not.

“But tell her
what they did to the Indians before they put them here on Earth, Justin. Tell
Victoria.”

“They regressed
them.” I said.

She sat up and
took notice to that. Not surprising.

“Why did they
regress them?” She asked.

“They didn’t
want them to bring all the knowledge they possessed to the new world. They felt
that it was the cause of their demise.”

I surely wasn’t
going to tell her that it was one of the many ways they controlled the
population. As a eugenicist, if she was one, I didn’t want her to think I was
on board with anything like that.  I wasn’t even planning on telling the
good Senator what I had recently learned.

“Interesting,
huh, Victoria?” Senator Cook was beaming and nodding his head.

“What proof do
you have of this?” She turned slightly in her chair toward me. I had really
piqued her interest.

“I found
manuscripts that had been hidden in the caves at Qumran. They told the whole
story. I also deciphered the Voynich Manuscript.”

“
You?
Deciphered the Voynich Manuscript?” She sat back in her chair and took a sip of
her tea. I saw her eyes darting around, she was giving this serious thought.

“Dr. Dickerson
is an authority in her own right,” he said. “She is a biblical archaeologist.
She’s can speak several languages including Arabic, ancient Sanskrit and can
decipher Egyptian hieroglyphics and Sumerian cuneiform. Reading the Voynich was
nothing for her.”

How nice of
him to say.
Not that I cared about what he thought of me. I picked up my
tea and took a sip.

“Okay. The
purpose of this meeting was twofold, Senator Cook took over the conversation.
“Justin is our proof of the need to push forward on space travel, colonization,
and as you see, is a tie in to you. Now, Victoria. Tell Justin your expertise.

She returned
the same smug smile I’d given her earlier and said, “Overpopulation.”

I choked on the
tea, and coughed so hard that I had to excuse myself from the room.