This story began as a dream I had while camping in Agassiz, BC a couple years ago. Gina and I were looking for the place we would move to when she retired the next year. The dream was of having encounters with various characters in a mysterious room. The dream stuck with me so I began writing. With the writing, the story evolved through several iterations before this version emerged.
Anyway, I had fun writing this so have a read and feel free to leave comments.
Enjoy.
Ron
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The Room
When Jeremy first entered the room it was empty; a rectangular space the size of a small conference room. Its austere emptiness was broken only by a mirror-like black panel on the opposite wall. He stepped in carefully and looked around. Unlike the rough-hewn passage outside the door, this room had smooth gray floor, walls, and ceiling. Why would the old Australian General Asteroid Mining Corporation (GAMC) miners, who built this outpost on Asteroid Matilda, have put this uncharacteristic room here deep under their mining outpost?
His first thought was to call to his companions when he heard their distant voices as they argued from the far end of the passage outside the door. The tension between Ceres Mining Consortium (CMC) people and the SETI Ministry personnel was palpable. CMC, who Jeremy worked for, wanted to mine this rock, but the SETI Ministry had to confirm that an anomalous signal picked up near Matilda was not from an alien source before they would grant CMC’s mining certificate. It didn’t help that Symone, who was the CMC’s lead on this survey mission, and Miguel, who was her counterpart from the SETI Ministry did not personally like each other. Having worked under Symone for the last 7 months, Jeremy felt sorry for Miguel. The problem was Jeremy couldn’t accumulate the money he needed to pay his debts back on Earth until they started mining.
He took a couple more steps into the curiously clean and empty room. The walls, floor, and ceiling appeared to all be made of the same smooth gray stone. He hesitated and glanced around to make sure the door was still open. It was.
He knew he should call Miguel and Symone to see this room so for a moment he considered going back for them, until he heard Miguel angrily reply to Symone about something. She answered back just as angrily. That decided it. He didn’t want to be around them right now, so he took a few more steps further into the room. They didn’t need to come into this sanctum of peace he had found.
He walked to the centre of the room.
A small light appeared on the panel and he heard a sliding sound behind him followed immediately by a soft click. He whirled around. The door had closed! “Hey!” he yelled as a cold shiver ran through his body. What kind of trap had he fallen into?
He was tensing to run back to the door when the lights went out and he was plunged into complete blackness. He froze and dropped his spacesuit helmet and gloves as he heard a whooshing sound. A moment later his body was surrounded by an opaque green light. There was no particular sensation. The green light disappeared as quickly as it had surrounded him. It was no longer completely dark. He could sense more than see a faint light emanating from behind. He whirled back around to face whatever danger this might portend. A faint golden glow hovered where the panel had been.
“Miguel! Symone!” he called loudly over his shoulder. “Come quick!”
No answer. He could no longer hear their bickering.
Maybe they had stopped and were coming to rescue him … he hoped. He felt alone and trapped in this chamber and couldn’t think of anything he should do next so he stood there watching.
He took a step back from the faint golden light as it gradually grew more intense. He noticed the floor now had a textured appearance and a darker colour than it had before. His helmet and gloves appeared to be laying IN the floor texture as if on a lawn that needed cutting. Looking around he could not see the walls and had the impression he was in a large open space and felt a gentle movement of the air on his face. Was he still in the room? He hadn’t bargained for this and wished he’d gone back to the others when he’d had the chance. Think, he told himself. His panic made thinking very difficult.
He glanced around again. He could make out no detail anywhere in the distance despite the golden light in front of him was much brighter. It shimmered. Jeremy could make out a translucent shape within it. The orb of light suddenly expanded and dissipated. The space in front of him remained illuminated in white light from an unseen source above. The shape became a simple reclining couch on which rested a humanoid shape, but this was no human Jeremy had ever seen. Its legs and arms were too long, its body was too short and its head was too flat and broad. Its face had no nose, a small mouth, a high forehead that rose to a bald flattened dome, and two large eyes that were closed. It wasn’t a human face.
At first Jeremy wondered if the creature was dead or sleeping because it didn’t move. After a moment he considered quietly trying to work his way back into the shadows so maybe it wouldn’t notice him if it woke. He waited a little and when the humanoid still did not move, Jeremy took a small hesitant step backward.
Immediately one of the humanoid’s eyes opened, then the other. They were an intense purple colour with small round pupils. Jeremy felt another chill run through his body as the humanoid fixed him in its gaze. Although Jeremy wanted to run, his feet refused to move. He didn’t know where he could run to anyway and that non-human gaze held him. Somewhere in the back of his mind Jeremy realized he was meeting an alien species for the first time. He was not ready for this. He was just a miner, not a first contact expert. Oh where are the SETI Ministry people when you need them?
His next thought was Oh, what do I do?
As if in answer the creature rose fluidly from the couch and took one long step toward him. Jeremy backed up as he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The alien was head and shoulders taller than him. It looked briefly at his helmet lying on the turf and then returned its intense gaze back to him. They both waited a moment. Then the alien began to make clicking, hissing, and whistling sounds while using its long arms and hands to gesticulate vehemently causing the sky blue tunic it wore to ripple and flow with the motion. This performance went on for several minutes and would have been comical if Jeremy hadn’t been so certain he was about to die.
The alien paused, Jeremy blinked, and said with a quaver in his voice, “Um … hi?”
The alien vocalized and gesticulated anew as if it hadn’t heard.
“I don’t know what you’re saying,” Jeremy’s voice shook.
More vocalization and gesticulation.
“If you let me go, I’ll bring Dr Welland. She might know how to understand you …” he said hopefully as he pointed over his shoulder. Dr Welland was with the SETI Ministry and the expedition leader.
More vocalization and gesticulation. Jeremy didn’t move. This wasn’t going anywhere. What should I do? In spite of his fear, his frustration with the situation grew.
“What do you want?” this time his voice didn’t shake quite as much.
Finally, not knowing what else to do, Jeremy raised his hand in a Vulcan salute he’d seen in an old TV series and said, “We come in peace. …? umm … Live long and prosper?”
To his surprise this did get a response, although not the one he had hoped for. The vocalizations increased in volume and rapidity and the gesticulation became more pronounced and frenzied.
“OK, so you don’t like Vulcans …” he mumbled to himself. This wasn’t going well he was sure. His fear was being eclipsed by frustration.
“I don’t know what you want,” he finally said forcefully stamping his foot.
The alien stopped suddenly, and glared hard at him with its intense purple eyes. Jeremy noticed the alien’s pupils expand and contract several times. Then it kicked his helmet toward him and turned. Jeremy’s helmet rolled slowly past his foot. The alien returned to the reclining couch where it lay down and closed its eyes in one fluid motion. Moments later the golden light surrounded the alien again and the chair, with its humanoid alien occupant, became translucent and faded at the same time as the golden light surrounding it became dimmer and dimmer and eventually disappeared. Jeremy’s mouth was hanging open as the opaque green light again surrounded him momentarily and left him in complete darkness again. Then the room lights came back on and the door slid open. He could now hear Miguel and Symone still bickering out in the passageway.
“Symone, Miguel! I’m OK” he called. Retrieving his gloves and then his helmet from its new location on the smooth floor, he started for the door calling, “Miguel. Symone. … I’m back.”
The bickering stopped, “What do you mean you’re back?” Symone called with annoyance. This wasn’t the response Jeremy had expected.
“Didn’t you notice that this door closed while I was in that room?” he pointed to the open doorway he’d just emerged from.
“No,” Symone said as she peered down the passageway at Jeremy. “Why did you close the door?”
“I didn’t close it. It closed by itself.”
Now both of them were coming down the passageway toward him with annoyed looks on their faces. Maybe I interrupted a particularly good argument he thought sarcastically.
“So what happened?” Miguel said gruffly.
“I walked into that room,” Jeremy pointed, “and the door closed. … It was like I had been teleported somewhere else and this alien started talking to me and …”
“Alien?” Miguel looked into the room with interest. “It’s completely empty now.” He entered the room.
While Miguel was not looking, Symone punched Jeremy’s arm and soundlessly mouthed at him, “Idiot! What are you doing?”
“I see nothing alien in here,” Miguel looked out at them from the doorway.
As Jeremy opened his mouth to answer, Symone stepped on his foot. It was obvious she didn’t want him to speak. “Let me look,” She pushed past Miguel into the room. Miguel followed her back into the room.
Jeremy hung back by the open door. He noticed the black glass panel was completely dark now.
“There’s absolutely nothing in here” was Symone’s annoyed verdict.
Miguel walked around the edge of the room checking the readings on his suit’s sensors. He touched the black glass panel and nothing happened. “I can’t find anything,” he announced after a couple minutes.
Both Miguel and Symone looked at Jeremy. Symone squeezed her lips and then her expression softened a little, “You had us going there,” she laughed.
“You think I’m making it up?” Jeremy asked. It had never occurred to him that they wouldn’t believe his story.
“What evidence do you have?” Symone wanted to know as she came back toward the doorway and eyed Jeremy.
“Um … none …”
“You know macroscopic teleportation is impossible” Miguel added.
“I don’t know … I mean I know, but …,” Symone’s look stopped him.
“You are the practical joker,” she said and forced a laugh. Jeremy wondered when he had gotten that reputation.
“I see nothing alien in here,” Miguel concluded and he looked intensely at Jeremy. “You DO know that if I found anything alien in here, it would be far more valuable than this asteroid’s minerals and I would have to disallow CMC’s mining certificate.”
“Yes, but …,” Jeremy started.
“But there isn’t anything in here,” Symone added quickly.
Miguel looked around one more time as if he was still puzzling over Jeremy’s mention of aliens. Then he left the room saying, “But since there is no evidence of alien artifacts in here, I can’t disallow the certificate now, can I? Let’s get out of here. I’m starved.”
Jeremy saw Symone let out a breath silently from her position in the room where Miguel couldn’t see her. She followed Miguel out of the room.
Even though Jeremy knew he should stick to his story, it was obvious these two did not want to hear it, so he turned and followed them.
On their way back up to the mining outpost’s operation centre they both began teasing him about making up a story and before long fell back to bickering with each other again.
Miguel entered the operation centre first and headed for the cafeteria. Just before they entered Symone grabbed Jeremy and shoved him out of sight against a wall. “Are you losing it?!” she hissed. “You want to ruin our chance to mine this rock?”
“No, I was surprised by …”
“You saw nothing. And if I hear any more about it from you, you’ll be paying your own way back to Earth!” She glared at him again. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, I want to get mining too, but …”
“No buts. Keep your mouth shut.”
“OK,” he said meekly.
Jeremy knew if CMC’s upper management and the SETI Ministry ever found out that they had withheld information about alien activity, he would be reprimanded at the very least, but Symone and Miguel obviously did not want to hear it. He understood why Symone might take that position, but Miguel was harder to figure. He was with the SETI Ministry and it was his job to make sure alien artifacts would not be compromised, so why did he not want to take what Jeremy said more seriously?
If he had proof, Jeremy could go over their heads to Dr. Welland. Without clear proof he would only make Symone and CMC angry with him, it would probably cost his job, and he needed the pay to clear his debts on Earth. For now it seemed his best course was to keep quiet.
He followed Symone into the operations centre and headed for the cafeteria.
….
In spite of having to walk past the room, Jeremy avoided it the next two times he visited the lower rough-hewn passage as they explored beyond the airlock at its end. They found nothing in the airless passage beyond, except some old mining equipment left behind by the original GAMC miners. They did take numerous ore samples.
He was carefully avoiding the room the third time when he found himself the last to leave the passage. As he passed the room the open door seemed to beckon him. Looking up the passage after his retreating companions he decided to duck into the room for another look.
This time when Jeremy entered the room he did so cautiously and scanned the room for any differences. There were none. It was still empty except for the black glass panel and that was dark. He slid one of the sample boxes he was carrying into the doorway to keep the door from closing. He set the other sample boxes immediately inside the door along with his helmet and walked slowly to the middle of the room. Nothing happened. He stood there for a minute and still nothing happened. Maybe he had imagined it all before and it was time he asked for some leave back on Earth.
Sighing, he was about to turn and go when from the corner of his eye he saw the same light appear in the panel. He heard the sliding sound, a loud snap, and lights went out. He stiffened and looked hard in the direction of the panel. That faint light appeared so innocent.
He was again surrounded by the opaque green light, he heard the whooshing sound, and the green light disappeared abruptly. Again he could see the extremely faint golden glow hovering in the centre of the room that gradually brightened. As it became brighter it shimmered as before. Now Jeremy could make out translucent shapes within the glowing golden orb of light. Again it suddenly expanded and disappeared leaving the area in front of where the black panel had been illuminated from above. Only this time there was no reclining couch or alien. Instead three men were standing before him. Their hair was short and they were clean shaven. One looked familiar, wore a yellowish shirt, and stood slightly in front of the other 2. The other 2 wore red shirts and stood to either side of the yellow shirted man. All had a stylized inverted ‘V’ insignia on the left breast of their shirts. The red-shirted men each had a small rectangular object in their right hands which they appeared to be pointing toward Jeremy.
Jeremy was taken aback and took a half step backward. “Um … hi?” He hadn’t expected to see humans. This was not as frightening as the alien had been. “How did you get here?”
The yellow shirted man spoke eloquently with exaggerated gestures, “They were humanitarians and statesmen, and they had a dream…”
Jeremy blinked, “What? Who had a dream?
The man ignored him and continued, “… a dream that became a reality and spread throughout the stars.” The man stopped speaking.
This made little sense to Jeremy and didn’t answer his question. He tried again, “OK … but who had a dream … and who are you?”
“Captain to crew. Those of you who have served for long on this vessel have encountered alien life-forms. …”
“Yeah, the last time I was here there was …,” Jeremy started.
The man kept talking ignoring Jeremy, “… You know the greatest danger facing us is ourselves, an irrational fear of the unknown. But there’s no such thing as the unknown …”
“Eh? Yeah there is …”
“… only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood. …”
“Ok, if you put it that way …”
“… In most cases we have found that intelligence capable of a civilization is capable of understanding peaceful gestures. …”
“I’m peaceful …” Jeremy was hopeful as he eyed the objects the two red shirted men were still pointing his direction.
“… Surely a life-form advanced enough for space travel is advanced enough to eventually understand our motives,” the man stopped speaking and gesticulating.
Jeremy stood blinking. Once this guy started talking he didn’t seem to want to stop and Jeremy’s responses made little difference. He thinks he’s a Captain. That much at least is clear.
After a moment Jeremy tried again. “My leader is Dr Welland and I’m sure she would be happy to speak to you.”
“They used to say if man could fly, he’d have wings. …”
“What?”
“… But he did … fly. He discovered he had to. …”
“He did?”
“Do you wish that the first Apollo mission hadn’t reached the moon, or that we hadn’t gone on to Mars …”
“’Course not …”
“… and then to the nearest star? …”
“Huh? But we haven’t gone to the nearest star yet…”
“… That’s like saying that you wished you still operated with scalpels and sewed your patients up with catgut like your great, great, great, great grandfather used to. …”
“I didn’t say that!”
“… I’m in command. I could order this. …”
“You’re in command?”
“… But I’m not because the Doctor is right in pointing out the enormous danger potential in any contact with life and intelligence as fantastically advanced as this. …”
Jeremy just blinked with his mouth hanging open.
“… But I must point out that the possibilities, the potential for knowledge and advancement is equally great. …”
Jeremy began to think that perhaps this was a recording of sorts instead of a real situation. Instead he said, “Of course it’s risky, but …”
“… Risk! Risk is our business. That’s what this starship is all about. …”
Jeremy blinked. It had responded to him. “Starship? What starship?”
“… That’s why we’re aboard her.” And the yellow shirted man stopped.
Jeremy wasn’t sure what to make of this guy. Although he still looked familiar, Jeremy couldn’t quite place him yet. And what was he babbling on about? He decided to try to communicate again, “OK, so you’re in command of this asteroid … or … starship? …”
Yellow shirt began speaking and gesticulating again, “A star captain’s most solemn oath is that he will give his life, even his entire crew, rather than violate the Prime Directive.”
This did ring a bell. The ‘Prime Directive’ was out of that old video program Jeremy had watched as a kid. It had been old then.
“Where did you hear about the prime directive?” Jeremy asked.
Yellow shirt spoke again, “And you’ll learn something about men and women– the way they’re supposed to be. Caring for each other, being happy with each other, being good to each other. That’s what we call… love. You’ll like that, too, a lot.”
“You make no sense!”
“Sometimes a feeling is all we humans have to go on.”
“Are you sure you ARE human?”
“Conquest is easy. Control is not.”
“Are you threatening me now?”
“All your people must learn before you can reach for the stars.”
“Learn what?”
“Mankind has no need of gods…we find the one quite adequate.”
“That’s a contradiction.”
“Too much of anything, Lieutenant, even love, isn’t necessarily a good thing.”
“Wha’? …” Jeremy was not in the military and had no rank.
“I’m not sure, but I think we’ve just been insulted.”
“I’m not insulting you!” Jeremy said hastily.
A taller man wearing a blue shirt stepped forward from behind, leaned over, and whispered something in yellow shirt’s ear. Jeremy hadn’t noticed him before. Then blue shirt rose to his full height and took a step toward Jeremy. He raised his hand in a Vulcan salute and said, “Go in peace. Live long and prosper.”
Jeremy was so surprised he found himself returning the Vulcan salute and mumbling, “Live long and prosper,” as well.
As blue shirt turned to go Jeremy noticed he had pointed ears. “But that was only an old video show from the last century,” he mumbled more to himself than to anyone else. The red-shirted men holstered their phasors and turned as well. Then yellow shirt, Captain Kirk, turned and began speaking as he too left, “Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.”
At the same time the golden light surrounded the four men, they became translucent, and faded at the same time as the golden light surrounding them became dimmer and dimmer and eventually disappeared. Jeremy’s mouth was still hanging open as the opaque green light again surrounded him momentarily and left him in the complete darkness again. Then the lights came back on and the door slid open.
The sample box he’d placed in the doorway to keep the door from closing was completely severed and the ore sample was laying on the floor. That was going to be hard to explain without telling the fantastical story about Captain Kirk, Spock, and the crew of the Enterprise. No one would ever believe him. He knew there were numerous sample boxes so he put the pieces of the broken sample box along with its ore sample inside the door where they couldn’t be seen from the passage. He retrieved the remaining sample boxes and his helmet and left the room. Maybe no one would ask about it.
He did not know what to make of this last apparition. How did the frightening alien and the crew of the Enterprise relate to one another? Why were they appearing in that smooth walled room off a rough-hewn passage? While the alien had been terrifying, this last incident was almost comical. It all scared him. However, his curiosity was piqued now. In spite of his fear, he now wanted to return to the room as soon as he could to see if he could learn anything new.
He had an awkward conversation with Symone when she asked about the ore samples, but he was able to convince her he had put all the ore samples in the lab for analysis. He wasn’t sure she believed him. Nevertheless, she didn’t pursue it any further. She only looked at him oddly and he walked away as quickly as he dared so as not to arouse any further suspicion.
It was a couple days before he got another chance to return. He definitely did not want Miguel or Symone or anyone else with him when he went back to the room. They’d found a vein of cometary ice at the far end of the tunnel on the other side of the airlock and were taking samples to assess its purity. During their afternoon break on the pressurized side of the airlock, Symone and Miguel had begun bickering as usual and Jeremy saw his chance. They were so focused on their argument, it was easy for him to nonchalantly amble back up the rough-hewn passage as if stretching his legs until he was out of their sight. Then he walked purposefully to the room.
As he entered, it still looked empty, except for the severed sample box along with its ore sample inside the door. The enigmatic black glass panel was still on the other side of the room beckoning him. Jeremy slowly walked toward the panel. As he approached it the dim light appeared in the panel, the door slid shut, the lights went out, the opaque green light surrounded him, he heard the whooshing sound, the green light disappeared, and he saw the now familiar faint golden glow hovering in front of the panel. As before it became brighter, shimmered, and Jeremy could make out a translucent shape within golden orb of light. This time when it suddenly expanded and disappeared, it left the same reclining couch he’d seen the first time. Instead of the frightening alien, this time the creature reclining on the couch looked like a woman, an alien woman.
She was illuminated from above. Somewhere in the back of his mind Jeremy knew it was not a good idea to anthropomorphize this alien, but from his human male point of view this creature looked very feminine. Somehow he couldn’t think of her as an ‘it’. Similar to the alien he’d seen before, her legs and arms were too long and her body was too short. She had the same flat broad head, nose-less face, small mouth, high forehead, and bald flattened dome as the larger alien he’d seen before. However, her features were somehow softer and less frightening. She opened large aquamarine eyes, fixed him with her gaze, rose gracefully from the couch, and practically slinked toward him. In spite of her alien features, Jeremy gasped at her beauty.
Her large intense aquamarine eyes never left his as she began making the clicking, hissing, and whistling sounds that her predecessor had made. As she vocalized she gesticulated with her long arms and hands in a way that was as energetic as the original alien. In her case it was more of a dance. Her motions caused the pale green tunic she wore to ripple and flow accentuating her bosom and hips. Jeremy found himself sighing at the sight of her. Part of his mind couldn’t believe his own reaction to this elegant creature and he just stared wide eyed.
When she took another step toward him, he was startled into saying hopefully, “Ah … hi.”
The alien woman stopped, looked at him momentarily, and then repeated, “Ah … hi.”
Jeremy wasn’t sure he heard right. He blinked and said, “You speak English?”
A moment later the alien blinked her large eyes and said, “You speak English?”
“Of course I do.”
A moment later, “Of course I do.” Her voice had an odd timbre and was rich and sultry. She formed her words precisely making her speech easy to understand.
“Oh, that’s good. … We come in peace.”
She repeated, “Oh, that’s good. … We come in peace.”
She looked at him with her big eyes in a way that made him want to take her in his arms. He didn’t act on that impulse. She was still a head taller than him in spite of being smaller than the scary alien, and could probably hurt him if he did anything stupid.
“My name is Jeremy.” He pointed to himself.
She pointed to herself and said, “My name is Jeremy.”
“No it’s not.”
A moment later, “No it’s not.”
“Wait a minute, you’re repeating everything I say,” he pointed at her when he said this.
“Wait a minute, you’re repeating everything I say,” she repeated and pointed at him.
Jeremy began feeling frustrated. How was he going to learn anything from someone who only repeated what he said like an impudent child? Even her inflections and gestures were copies of his own.
“Even if you are very attractive, we aren’t going to get very far this way,” he told her.
“Even if you are very attractive, we aren’t going to get very far this way,” she repeated to him.
Jeremy put his hands on his hips and sighed looking at her. She did the same, sighed, and looked at him. When she moved he couldn’t help but see the shape of her body under that flimsy tunic. “Oh my,” he mumbled and sighed again. He must have been in the asteroid belt far too long to have this kind of a reaction to an alien even if she looked female.
“Oh my,” she said raising her chest in another sigh. Jeremy could feel his body responding to this sensuous alien. He knew he should be thinking of something else, although the sight of her made that difficult. To try and get his mind off the way she looked he started talking.
“You must be trying to learn from me by copying what I say and do,” he realized.
She repeated that.
“OK, so what do I have to do to get us past this stage?”
Again she repeated.
“You know my mission commander would like to meet you,” he said and she repeated.
“But I can’t tell Symone and Miguel or they’ll just laugh at me.” He explained.
She repeated.
“Unless you could come with me to meet them.”
She repeated.
“I’d love to see their faces when they see you,” he laughed.
She repeated that and ended with her own musical laugh.
This went on for a bit and he told her of his journey to Ceres to work for CMC and how an anomalous signal had been observed in the vicinity of Matilda. He told her of the SETI Ministry’s insistence that they not commence mining until the anomalous signal had been investigated and shown to not be of alien origin. He also mentioned his first encounter with the large scary alien and then with the crew of the Enterprise.
She repeated everything he said. He loved the way she moved so he gestured more than he would normally simply to watch the way she repeated his gestures.
“And then I came back to this room and found you,” Jeremy finished. He waited a moment before continuing. To his surprise she stopped mimicking him, gave him a Vulcan salute, and said, “Live long and prosper.”
Jeremy’s mouth dropped open and he managed to get his own Vulcan salute up and stammer, “Live long and prosper,” when she turned, walked lithely back to the couch, and fluidly laid on it. Jeremy took a step to follow and sighed.
Before he could take a second step the golden light surrounded the alien woman and her couch, she became translucent, and faded as the golden light surrounding her dimmed and disappeared. Jeremy was disappointed as the opaque green light surrounded him for a moment leaving him in the complete darkness. The lights re-illuminated and the door slid open.
Symone was standing there looking at him through the doorway. “What are you up to?” she asked intensely.
“Ah … nothing?” Jeremy didn’t know what he was going to say if Symone pursued her question.
“Are you planning to come back to work or is ‘nothing’ more important?”
Jeremy looked at his suit timepiece and realized he must have been in the room about 15 minutes longer than he expected. “Sorry, I lost track of the time,” he mumbled. He also realized he couldn’t have gotten out of the room sooner if he had wanted to.
“What’s so interesting in this room that you have to close the door?” Symone asked.
“The door closed by itself.”
Then she noticed the severed sample box. “You said you delivered all the samples to the lab,” she accused, “… and wow! How did you cut that sample box in half?”
“Um … you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
“You won’t like it.”
“I already don’t like it so telling me isn’t going to make it any worse.”
Jeremy saw Miguel come up behind her. “You won’t believe me.”
Symone’s face began to turn red. Jeremy really did not want to do this now, but he didn’t seem to have much choice.
“OK, I put the sample box to keep the door from closing. The door closed anyway and sliced the sample box in half.”
Miguel was watching with interest. Symone didn’t seem to be aware of him. “Why did you close the door? What are you hiding?” She asked icily.
“I didn’t close the door. There’s no way to close or open it.” Jeremy gestured to the wall beside the door inside the room.
Symone glanced around the door outside the room and then pushed her way in to make the same inspection inside the room.
Miguel followed her in. “So how do you close the door?” he asked.
Symone spun around and looked at him, “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough,” Miguel answered coolly. Then to Jeremy, “How do you close the door?”
“I don’t,” Jeremy stated. “It closes by itself. I don’t know if it will work with you both in here, because it didn’t work the last time you were both in here.”
“You are hiding something,” Symone accused.
“When I told you, you didn’t want me to speak of it again,” Jeremy said.
“Not the alien story again. I’ll have your job if you’re going to play at that again,” she said coldly.
“Then I’m going to stop talking now,” Jeremy folded his arms across his chest and glared at her.
“What are you hiding?” Miguel demanded.
“My boss has forbidden me to speak, so ask her,” Jeremy stood his ground.
Miguel looked at Symone, “Is this true?” He raised his eyebrow.
“It’s that stupid story he told last time we were here,” she explained. “You know it was a practical joke.”
“So you said,” Miguel looked at her. Jeremy was glad to be out of the line of fire for the moment. He knew it wouldn’t last so he maintained his silence.
“You don’t believe me now?” Symone looked concerned now. “You checked this room yourself. Check it again.”
Jeremy wished the large scary alien would return right now. Then he had an idea. He walked over to where he had stood during his encounters and stared at the black glass panel.
Meanwhile Miguel began checking the room again walking around the edges. Symone came over and faced Jeremy. “If we lose our mining certificate, you are going to pay,” she fumed.
“And you know that withholding evidence of alien activity would not go well for you,” Miguel reminded her.
Jeremy did not respond. Instead he looked around her at the panel. Nothing was happening. Miguel continued his inspection of the room.
Symone looked at the panel. She looked at Jeremy and then back at the panel. Nothing happened.
Miguel looked at them and then he walked over to the panel. Looking at his suit sensor readout, “There seems to be a weak radio frequency signal over here … .” He looked back at them.
Symone shrugged and Jeremy continued to stare intently at the panel. Miguel came over and stood beside them and then he too turned to look at the panel as well.
The dim light appeared in the panel, the door slid shut, the lights went out, and the opaque green light surrounded all three of them.
“How did you do that?” Symone glared at Jeremy.
At the same time Miguel exclaimed, “What the fuck!?”
Jeremy smirked to himself as he heard the whooshing sound and the green light disappeared. “Shut up and watch,” he told them quietly.
They must have heard him because they both stood there with their mouths hanging open as the now familiar faint golden glow started hovering in front of the panel. It became brighter, shimmered, and Jeremy could make out two translucent shapes within golden orb of light this time. When it suddenly expanded and disappeared, two couches were before them. On one was the original large scary alien. On the other, to his joy, was the beautiful alien woman. Both opened their eyes and fluidly rose from their couches. Jeremy was feeling much more confident now so he did not step back. Instead he looked up at the two aliens and said, “Hi.”
“Greetings,” the tall scary alien said in a deep melodious voice that sounded nothing like the whistles, clicks, and hisses he used on their first meeting. His gesticulations were just as vehement as before. Jeremy was aware of both Symone and Miguel taking a step back.
“Hi Jeremy,” the female said in her own rich voice and her more elegant gestures.
“You know my name?”
“You told me when we first met,” she explained. “I am …,” she made a clicking and hissing sound that Jeremy could not repeat.
“Ten-nah-all-lath-aaa,” Jeremy tried.
She laughed musically, “Tenalatha will be fine.”
“I am …,” and the large alien made whistling and clicking sounds.
Jeremy looked at him, “That doesn’t work in my mouth.”
The large alien repeated the sounds.
Jeremy tried, “Ssst-k-all-arrr?”
“Stekalar is close enough,” Stekalar agreed.
“Who are your companions?” Tenalatha asked.
Jeremy looked at Symone and Miguel and thoroughly enjoyed the slack jawed frightened looks on their faces. “This is my boss, Symone,” Jeremy indicated.
“Greetings Boss Symone,” Stekalar said.
“Aaa … hi,” Symone managed to mumbled.
“…. and this is Miguel from the SETI Ministry,” Jeremy finished.
“Hello Miguel from the SETI Ministry,” Tenalatha intoned.
Miguel attempted a little more dignity than Symone, “Um … Greetings visiters?”
“You scared me half to death when we first met,” Jeremy told Stekalar.
“Apologies for that. I am much larger than you and you had no idea what I was trying to say,” Stekalar said.
“I did not have that same effect on you when we met. Why not?” Tenalatha asked.
That set Jeremy back. How was he going to describe the carnal emotions she had brought out in him without committing some kind of insult and letting Miguel and Symone know about it? This had to be delicate. “Um …,” Jeremy hesitated, “I found you … ah … very beautiful.” He cringed inwardly and felt his face turn red. He knew Symone was looking at him, but didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing his face.
“Interesting,” was Tenalatha’s reply as she looked at him with her intense aquamarine eyes.
This didn’t make Jeremy feel any more comfortable so he quickly changed the subject with, “How did you get Captain Kirk and Spock to appear here?”
“Who?” Symone asked.
“On my second visit characters from an old space opera appeared,” Jeremy explained.
Stekalar answered, “Those images were among many we intercepted a long time ago. At the end of our first encounter you made the hand sign that they made in those transmissions so we thought using them might provide an aid to learning to communicate with you.”
“I couldn’t figure that one out, but it did make me feel less frightened,” Jeremy laughed.
“You know these .. um ..people?” Miguel queried. “Why did you not tell me about them?”
“Ask Symone,” Jeremy told him.
“You didn’t tell me about all this,” Symone complained.
“I believe you said something like, if I said any more about it you’d have my job.”
“Is this true?” Miguel wanted to know.
“I thought he was playing practical jokes to kibosh our mining operation,” Symone explained.
“Why would I do that?” Jeremy asked.
“We have a proposal,” Stekalar said.
“You are an idiot,” Miguel pointed at Symone ignoring the alien.
“And you are a pompous bureaucrat!” Symone fired back.
“I’ll listen to your proposal,” Jeremy said stepping closer to the aliens so he could hear them. Meanwhile Symone and Miguel continued to call each other choice names as each accused the other of various improprieties.
“You deliberately tried to hide alien activity,” Miguel accused.
“Is your culture always this contentious?” Tenalatha asked.
“Sometimes, but these two dislike each other more than usual,” Jeremy explained.
“Then who speaks for your civilization?” Stekalar asked.
“You’d have to speak to someone on Earth for that, but I could bring our mission commander to meet you if you like,” Jeremy suggested. “She commands both of these people and can get a message back to Earth for you.”
“That would probably be better than these people,” Tenalatha suggested.
Symone and Miguel looked at the aliens in consternation.
“We will come back when you and your mission commander are here,” Stekalar said. The aliens started to turn.
“Just a minute,” Jeremy said.
“Yes?” Tenalatha turned back.
“Two things. First could you let me know the nature of your proposal so I can tell Dr Welland?” Jeremy asked.
Stekalar turned back to Jeremy, “We are purveyors of interstellar communications. We offer to represent your species to others in the galaxy. In return for putting your species in touch with others our service will vastly increase your knowledge as well as that of our other clients and our own.”
“And your other query?” Tenalatha asked.
“Can we still mine this asteroid for its minerals?”
The two aliens looked at each other. “That is up to your people, but if you remove too much material near this node, you will damage it making further communication impossible,” Tenalatha explained.
Jeremy knew this ended his hope riches from mining Matilda, but he was also aware that the communications they offered was far more important. So he sighed, gave the Vulcan salute, and said, “Thank you. Live long and prosper.”
The aliens returned the Vulcan salute, “Live long and prosper,” in unison. Then Tenalatha added, “And don’t bring these two again.”
“Wait a minute,” Miguel started.
The aliens ignored him and returned to their couches. The light show sequence reversed itself and they were gone leaving the humans in darkness. The room lights came back on and the door opened.
Quickly, Jeremy grabbed his helmet and left Symone and Miguel — speechless for once — standing in the room. Outside the door he hesitated in indecision. It only took a moment for the rising excitement to win out and he strode up the rough-hewn passageway to report Matilda’s real wealth to Dr. Welland.
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Note – (Spoiler Alert, don’t read this until you’ve read the story 😉 ) — During the second encounter in the room, Jeremy meets Captain Kirk and some of the crew of the Enterprise from the original TV series. This occurred in my dream, but when writing, I made sure Kirk’s words came from transcripts of the actual TV shows with one exception. I didn’t want to give away that the character speaking was Kirk right away so I changed “Dr. McCoy” to “the doctor” in one place. All Credit for Kirk’s words go to the writers of the original Star Trek series, though I’ve taken them out of context here. This was the TV series that started the whole Star Trek universe and had a significant influence on me and many others of my generation.