Escape to Earth 1: Running From Fate Read Online Free

door and didn’t see how to open it. Then he saw a handle move and the door opened. “Now you know how.”
    He stepped outside and walked around the parking lot picking up loose pieces of asphalt around the parking lot’s edges. He went back to the car and the rear popped up. He dropped the pieces into the converter and saw them disappear. He stepped back inside and closed the door, “Those pieces of hard material smelled …”
    “Like a carbon based material.”
    “It did.”
    “I didn’t notice but it appears this civilization uses oil based liquids for most of its fuel and manufacturing. The asbestos should have told me.”
    “Oil?”
    “I know; the thing they have in abundance is so rare as to be non-existent in all the other known civilizations. If the stalkers come here, this planet will be a prize that many species will go to war to possess. I’ve finished your driver’s license.”
    He looked in the center of the panel and saw a rectangular piece of plastic. He saw the image on it and said, “Is this how I appear?”
    “It is.”
    “Boy, am I repulsive or what.”
    “I agree, but you look like the locals. You’ll pass inspection. Now close your eyes and I’ll feed you the information I’ve collected from their broadcasts.”
    He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as a huge amount of data was sent streaming into his brain. It continued for the rest of the night.
    • • •
    He watched the owner of the Pawn Shop buy the person’s gold and pay about half of what it was worth. “Why did that simpix accept that for their gold? They should know it was worth much more.”
    “Not really.”
    “What do you mean not really? The broadcast says gold has gone up to $935 an ounce today. It was clearly more than an ounce and they accepted five hundred dollars.”
    “The owner of that shop is a master in deceiving people. He told that person that the gold was only ten karat instead of the fourteen karat it actually was. That decreased the value to about six hundred dollars. They felt they were getting a fair deal.”
    He shook his head and said, “I think I understand. However, I’m still not very good at speaking their language.”
    “That’s actually a good thing.”
    “Huh?”
    “Don’t even think about the correct words, just speak quickly and they’ll think you’re an alien.”
    “Uhhh, duh, I am an alien.”
    “No, you don’t understand. Look at the information you received last night and use the term green card to make your search.”
    His eyes narrowed and after a moment they widened, “You want them to think I’m from another country.”
    “Yes I do and there’s a green card and new driver’s license in the center console. The person whose identity you’ve taken did come from another country. Put the first driver’s license I gave you into the console and take out the new cards.”
    He opened the center console and saw the two cards. He looked at the green card and frowned, “Where is this Norway?”
    “It’s close to Sweden. The important thing is that most people have no idea what a Norwegian accent sounds like. If someone asks you a question you don’t want to answer, just say, ‘I not understand.’”
    “And what happens if I actually do run into a Norwegian?”
    “I gave you the language last night. Just connect with me mentally through your wrist unit and I’ll speak for you. Just don’t resist the connection.” He shrugged and stared at the name on the two cards, “How do you pronounce this?”
    “Lukas Axel.”
    “Ok, do you have the gold ready?” The console opened and he saw a gleaming series of links connected to each other. “If they ask where I got it…”
    “It was passed down to you from your grandfather.”
    “What is that?”
    “The father of your father.”
    He shrugged and just before he stepped out of the car, the pod said, “You should go and hit the front door with your hand to attract the owner of the building. DO NOT HIT IT