possessions, he would to have to serve the devil himself. “Too late to turn back now,” he thought. And playing ball with the Office of Polaris Security Services was his only choice.
T HE R ESURRECTION
“How long have I been out, Doc?” Learner Rotterdam groggily spoke after being pulled from the healing chamber.
“You’ve been in stasis for almost a week now. When your two friends brought you in here, you were near death. And if it were not for them keeping you alive, you would’ve never made it,” she coldly said before oddly walking out of the room.
“What’s her problem?” Learner irritably asked the technician who was fumbling with some diagnostic wires.
“You should see her when she’s in a bad mood.” The technician placed the untangled wires on receptor pads stuck to Learner’s skin.
“Where am I?”
“You are at a Devonian Health facility in the Verve Fault Zone.”
“How come I can’t remember anything?”
“I think it’s the cocktail of drugs used to treat your pain. You suffered a traumatic experience.”
“What was wrong with me?”
The technician mouthed plaintively, “Besides the internal bleeding and broken bones, your brain was shutting down from the swelling caused by blood pooling there.”
“Well, thank you for saving my life.” Learner closed his eyes, and not even thinking about the crucifixion, he fell into a deep slumber.
Mitchell Thacker was getting out of the Raven when he watched the rail guns train on him. The Verve Fault Zone Security was at an all time high; being a Devonian outpost, they knew their arcane connection with the Vril gave them good reason to be nervous. The Polaris Corporation knew about the secret Vril military build up at Chasm Fat Boy, deep within the Pacific Abysmal Plain.
Mitchell frantically walked through the draconian entrance’s hulking security doors. Heavily armed shock troopers, wearing Power Suits, lined the sparse ingress of the small underground city, which felt more like a military camp instead. To get his bearing, he looked out from the large balcony on to the concrete buildings that spread out for several miles. The artificial sky was not bright like those in Polari, and it created a never-ending, overcast, cloudy day, adding to an already gloomy existence for residents there. Albeit this was their reality, living on the deadly radioactive surface of Earth was the only alternative, which was not viable.
“Wake up, sir,” Mitchell Thacker urged.
“What…what’s happening?” Learner Rotterdam woke dazed and confused. And when Mitchell Thacker’s face came into his view, he said, “Mitchell, my dear friend.”
“I’m sorry to wake you but you have a Priority One message.”
“Did you bring the blue shield?”
Without saying anything, Mitchell handed Learner the anti-eavesdropping device and a scroll pad.
Learner spoke sincerely. “Thank you, Mitchell, just give me a few minutes alone. Would you guard the door so no one comes in, please?”
“Boy, he has never been this nice or even polite to me ever before,” thought Mitchell while stepping out of his hospital room.
Learner placed the smooth oval electronic device next to his bed and clearly spoke. “Activate protocol, 21466.”
“IDENTIFY?” the device asked in a monotonous voice.
“Learner Rotterdam, Madnet 5150.”
“IDENTIFICATION ACCEPTED.”
The soft blue laser shot out from the device forming a spherical grid, encasing him in an electronic shield. The anti-eavesdropping device ensured his message would be completely oblivious to all.
Mitchell quickly peered into the room to see if Learner was finished watching the message on the pad. Learner was now standing naked next to the bed wildly pulling wires off his body. Several technicians pushed by Mitchell to get inside the room as loud blaring alarms sounded at the Nurses’ station.
“Sir, you can’t do that!” The head