and the presence of Hermes told him what that time would be.
***
President Peter McNally watched the video, not sure whether to believe it or not. It could have been just some cheap...or expensive...special effects, after all.
But if it was real...in a few short years a space craft dozens of miles long would be parked in orbit around the Earth. There would be no hiding it, since anybody with a set of eyeballs would be able to see it. Probably even in broad daylight. Of course, after seeing a new planet in the sky, seeing a space craft might seem anticlimactic to the general public.
The craft itself was unlike anything he had ever seen, or imagined. It wasn’t just a straight tube, it was...he didn’t know what it was, but it looked almost organic. One thing was sure, the video did not present the scale of the thing.
“Ten years?” he asked.
John Syker nodded, appearing uncomfortable in one of the several chairs in the Oval Office. The three other men in the room shuffled uncomfortably as well, but Peter suspected they were more worried about the incoming aliens than the seating arrangement.
Well, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about re-election by then. “So what should we do?”
“Nothing.”
Peter shot the former policeman a confused look.
John grinned, then continued. “They’re not here to influence us in any way. They’re not coming to take over. They have asked for a small island, something uninhabited, where they can land and enjoy life on a planetary surface.”
“So why come?”
“They are coming to balance the playing field. For too long another race has been pulling the strings of our society, and they would like to see that dance end.”
“And how do they suppose to do that?”
“They will make public every secret deal that the Draconians make.” More grumbling, but this one was understandable. This was how the world worked, how things got done. How was anything supposed to happen if every little manipulation was brought out in public? It was ridiculous and naive.
“Aren’t we entitled to our privacy?” Peter asked, a little angered at the slight against their freedom being presented.
“Yes, Mr. President, we are. Humanity is. And they will not interfere in the decisions of humans in any way. But they will interfere in the interactions of Draconians. It is their view that any human interacting with a Draconian can only be doing it for one reason, and since they consider that to be harmful to the long term prospects of the human race, they intend to expose those connections.”
John looked around. He did not appear to be a fool. “Look,” he said, “I’m telling you this as a courtesy. It’s not my decision, I have nothing to do with it. They simply asked me to pass it along, what you do with that information is up to you.
“You have spent trillions of dollars on building armaments for battles engineered by players behind the scenes for their own purposes. They know this, and you know it. In fact they know it in far more detail than you do, I can guarantee.
“You now have the resources to change the prospects of mankind in incredible ways, but instead for the last hundred years the government has chosen to play puppet to the Draconians pulling the strings through people such as the Rothschilds and Bushes, just to throw a couple of the many names out there. You, Mr. President, if you will pardon me saying so, have been a puppet your entire career. That is why you are the President. They permitted it because they knew you would do what they wanted you to do.
“ That freedom is coming to an end. Is that the kind of freedom you are concerned with protecting? What does the protection of wealth have to do with life, liberty and happiness?”
Peter didn’t like this John Syker. He didn’t think it was likely that these Draconians were pulling the strings, as John had put it, but there were certainly powerful people who had guided his own career. “So what do you