Intelligent Design: Revelations to Apocalypse Read Online Free
Author: J. M. Erickson
guys? Thanks for the conversation. Let’s do it again soon.”
To their credit, they left the room as silent as they had been for hours.
Who the hell are these people?
Tension tightened her shoulders, neck and arms. Even her face felt tight.
“Again, I apologize for the secrecy and the strange way we had to move, but it was necessary to ensure that we secure your work so you can continue …” the man said.
“I’m not talking to you or anyone until I have a name and a clear explanation of why I was brought here against my will and without reason. I want to know, right now.” She kept her tone low and calm, but anger laced every word.
“I will explain everything, Ms. Perez. As crazy as it will sound, I’ll tell you everything, but please let me finish before you ask any questions. Once you hear everything, you’ll have to figure out what questions to ask, because once you find out what’s going on, you’ll grab your balls.”
Perez’s eyes widened at the mention of what she would grab, and she fought to keep a smirk off her face.
The officer’s face flushed and he spoke quickly to recover his equanimity.
“My name is Lieutenant Colonel David Farrell. I run the communication, spectrographic analysis and guidance division of NASA’s space exploration and the search for intelligent life. My job covers a lot of areas, and I work with a lot of brilliant scientists around the world—China, Russia, India, and any other country, no matter how small, that has a telescope, computer and bright people.”
Spectrographic analysis? There’s a whole department that looks at light? And here I thought I was the only nut looking at it.
“As you can imagine, working on such areas with different governments can be difficult, but in this case it’s necessary.” Farrell broke eye contact and looked at his hands. Perez noticed the change, something her father always told her to look for when people were talking.
Was it a mark of anxiety, or an indication that he was hiding something?
“You know, Ms. Perez, we live in a world of dualities. On one hand, we have technology that can pick up chemical compositions of planets outside our solar system, and we can now grow and transplant human organs. There are space probes in deep, interstellar space, and we can tell when and how many times our planet wobbles on its axis,” he said, still looking at his hands.
“At the same time,” he continued, “there’s a cult in Ireland who believe there are aliens living among us. In another part of the world, we have a madman who’s president of a powerful country looking to retake former territories in an effort to rebuild an empire. Finally, we have a pandemic of religious violence to determine once and for all whose god is the most just and benevolent.”
Perez frowned. Confusion, a feeling she loathed, and frustration at his digression replaced her anger.
“What does this have to do with me?”
Farrell held up his hand to stop her. It did, but he stayed silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.
“Ever since Galileo looked at the stars, we knew there were other worlds out there. Other giant minds came, and they were able to pinpoint where we fell in our constellation, how our planet’s orbit affected our world, and where to look for new discoveries. When the space age started, we led the charge into space. The
Apollo
missions,
Luna 16, Mariner 10
,
Spirit
and
Opportunity, Voyager
,
Messengers, New Horizons
, all of them, and many more you and the public don’t know about, all set out to chart, investigate and discover everything at our front door and beyond. When we look out, there are so many possibilities in other galaxies. And when we look close to home, we find that Mars once held an atmosphere and water, and a couple of moons near Jupiter and Saturn hold possibilities for life. Nothing else, or so we thought.” Farrell’s voice trailed off as if he were thinking of something to add.
Perez listened to
To their credit, they left the room as silent as they had been for hours.
Who the hell are these people?
Tension tightened her shoulders, neck and arms. Even her face felt tight.
“Again, I apologize for the secrecy and the strange way we had to move, but it was necessary to ensure that we secure your work so you can continue …” the man said.
“I’m not talking to you or anyone until I have a name and a clear explanation of why I was brought here against my will and without reason. I want to know, right now.” She kept her tone low and calm, but anger laced every word.
“I will explain everything, Ms. Perez. As crazy as it will sound, I’ll tell you everything, but please let me finish before you ask any questions. Once you hear everything, you’ll have to figure out what questions to ask, because once you find out what’s going on, you’ll grab your balls.”
Perez’s eyes widened at the mention of what she would grab, and she fought to keep a smirk off her face.
The officer’s face flushed and he spoke quickly to recover his equanimity.
“My name is Lieutenant Colonel David Farrell. I run the communication, spectrographic analysis and guidance division of NASA’s space exploration and the search for intelligent life. My job covers a lot of areas, and I work with a lot of brilliant scientists around the world—China, Russia, India, and any other country, no matter how small, that has a telescope, computer and bright people.”
Spectrographic analysis? There’s a whole department that looks at light? And here I thought I was the only nut looking at it.
“As you can imagine, working on such areas with different governments can be difficult, but in this case it’s necessary.” Farrell broke eye contact and looked at his hands. Perez noticed the change, something her father always told her to look for when people were talking.
Was it a mark of anxiety, or an indication that he was hiding something?
“You know, Ms. Perez, we live in a world of dualities. On one hand, we have technology that can pick up chemical compositions of planets outside our solar system, and we can now grow and transplant human organs. There are space probes in deep, interstellar space, and we can tell when and how many times our planet wobbles on its axis,” he said, still looking at his hands.
“At the same time,” he continued, “there’s a cult in Ireland who believe there are aliens living among us. In another part of the world, we have a madman who’s president of a powerful country looking to retake former territories in an effort to rebuild an empire. Finally, we have a pandemic of religious violence to determine once and for all whose god is the most just and benevolent.”
Perez frowned. Confusion, a feeling she loathed, and frustration at his digression replaced her anger.
“What does this have to do with me?”
Farrell held up his hand to stop her. It did, but he stayed silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.
“Ever since Galileo looked at the stars, we knew there were other worlds out there. Other giant minds came, and they were able to pinpoint where we fell in our constellation, how our planet’s orbit affected our world, and where to look for new discoveries. When the space age started, we led the charge into space. The
Apollo
missions,
Luna 16, Mariner 10
,
Spirit
and
Opportunity, Voyager
,
Messengers, New Horizons
, all of them, and many more you and the public don’t know about, all set out to chart, investigate and discover everything at our front door and beyond. When we look out, there are so many possibilities in other galaxies. And when we look close to home, we find that Mars once held an atmosphere and water, and a couple of moons near Jupiter and Saturn hold possibilities for life. Nothing else, or so we thought.” Farrell’s voice trailed off as if he were thinking of something to add.
Perez listened to
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