Journey To Year 1 000 000 000 Ch 07

Journey to the Year 1,000,000,000

By Gary L.M. Martin

Chapter 7

[Note: This is a Science Fiction story with some erotic scenes. It is

not

a story with erotic scenes in every chapter. Some chapters have incredible sex scenes, but many others have none.]

The

USS Devonshire

was not a happy ship.

As the

Devonshire

sailed down the time tunnel, going farther into the future, there were fractures that Taylor knew could not be easily healed.

Jennifer had made numerous attempts to strike up a conversation with him. Taylor had shut down all her efforts with cold stares. Every time he looked at her, all he could see was Jennifer nude, on her back, while Obongo Babangida was thrusting between her legs. Jennifer would alternate smiles and moans with a turn of a head towards Taylor and, then she would give her now infamous line, "

Just let it happen

".

Taylor knew it wasn't rational. Jennifer wasn't his wife. She wasn't even his girlfriend. And yet, they had made a pledge of sorts, in the cave on the second moon of Sirius IV. If not for Michael, her Michael, she would be his. She

should

be his.

Taylor also realized that Jennifer had been made to want to have sex with Obongo, and Obongo with her. Again, speaking rationally, he shouldn't be angry with her.

And yet... when she said, "Just stay down" after Babangida decked him, and when she said "Just let it happen", it didn't

feel

coerced. In his heart of hearts, he didn't feel like Jennifer was being controlled.

It felt like her real feelings, and that was what really bothered him.

It was as if Jennifer really

wanted

to have sex with Babangida. That she was

happy

when Babangida decked him. That's what he couldn't get past.

Again, thinking logically, Taylor had no reason to think this was true. It could all be blamed on alien influence. But he was there. At that moment, at that time, it

felt real.

And so he avoided her.

There were still petty grievances among the crew as well. Those who had inflicted pain on them held grudges against those who had given them pain. With the scientists it was even worse--Taylor heard half the science team wasn't speaking to the other half. He still had yet to get a full accounting of what had actually happened to them.

And then there was something which had happened between Elizabeth and Vincent Roman. Something in an experiment. No one would tell him about it. All he knew is that they hated each other now with a passion. Or at least, Elizabeth hated Vincent. But Elizabeth wouldn't talk about it, and neither would the other scientists. Doctor McCrae only told him that Elizabeth had returned with physical injuries, but they were on the mend. He remembered seeing the whip marks on her back and titties when they returned to the ship. Could Vincent have done that?

The only person on the ship who no one was angry with, it seems, was Victor Berman. Once Victor had been revealed to as the source of information which had resulted in their freedom, he became the most popular man on the ship. Victor was typically modest about it, though, calling it a team effort, but everyone knew the truth. Sometimes Taylor wished he could be popular like Victor, until he reminded himself that it wasn't the job of a Survey Service Captain to be popular; only to be obeyed.

As the ship sped through the corridor of time, Taylor dreamed.

********

He was on Earth, but a different Earth; an Earth of long ago, with lush fields and grasslands. He was there with Elizabeth. Elizabeth had her hair down, and she was nude. She had the most incredible body.

And Taylor was making love to her.

Elizabeth had small, round breasts. They felt good underneath him as he slid in and out of her. She was smiling up at him, which he thought was odd, because he so rarely saw Elizabeth smile at all.

"Faster, Michael, faster," she whispered into his ear. "I'm running out of time."

"Running out of time?"

"It's reality, darling," said Elizabeth. "Once things become real, I must leave you."

"No... don't," said Taylor. He thrusted more and more rapidly, and Elizabeth hugged him tighter, and tighter, and he felt himself getting closer and closer-

And then Taylor gasped, waking up in his bed on the

Devonshire

.

He knew what had started this. When they had been teleported aboard the

Devonshire

, Elizabeth had been topless. For the first time he had seen her naked breasts. That's when he started having dreams about her.

Was he attracted to Elizabeth? She was certainly a pretty woman, if a bit repressed. Now that Pam was gone, and he was angry with Jennifer, maybe Elizabeth was a woman he could warm up to... in his dreams, of course.

********

After four days of travel, they came to another window in the time tunnel. Once again, they faced a choice: exit the time tunnel, or continue on.

"If our experience is same as before, if we leave the time tunnel, we should be able to reenter it," said Taylor.

"I think we should go on until the end of it," said Elizabeth. "My hunch is that the time tunnel is being generated by whoever is at the very end of the line."

"That's certainly possible," said Victor. "If this is meant to be a one way journey. But again, we don't know that. The tunnel could have been created to go both ways, forwards and back in time."

"But we have only been able to use it to go forward," said Taylor. "The currents only take us into the future."

"Yes, with our level of technology," said Victor. "But that's not to say that a more advanced civilization couldn't go in both directions."

Taylor looked at him. "What are you saying, Victor, that we should stop again? The last time we stopped for directions, we got taken prisoner and lost four crewmembers."

"I'm a natural born tourist, Michael," said Victor. "And as for the risk, they say lightning never strikes in the same place twice."

"We aren't in the same place, Victor."

"Oh, I beg to differ. We are in the same place. Merely a different time," said Victor. He pointed at the viewscreen. "Are you sure you want to pass up another piece of our future, Michael?"

"Captain, we're getting close to the end of the window. We have to decide," said Suki, her voice tight.

"Let's emerge into normal space," said Taylor.

Suki steered the ship out of the time tunnel. The ship buckled a bit, and in moments was in normal space.

"Where are we? And more important, when are we?" Taylor asked.

"Doing a star check, sir," said Suki.

Ahead of them they could see the Earth. In this time period, the ice age had receded, and the continents, which had been on the verge of merging, were now splitting apart again.

"Sir... you're not going to believe this," said Suki.

"What is it?"

"If I'm correct... we've gone forward another 14,000,000 years. We are now a total of 22,000,000 years ahead of our own space time," said Suki.

"Twenty two million years," said Victor. "How do you like that?"

"I don't know," said Taylor. "It depends on whether the natives are friendly."

"Sir, sensors are picking up something ahead," said Suki.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, sir. It's driving the sensors crazy."

Taylor looked at the viewscreen. All he could see was a glowing region of space. "Evase!" he said.

Suki started to turn the ship away, but they were moving too fast. In moments, the

Devonshire

entered the glowing area. The ship shook for a moment, and the stars on the viewscreen actually flickered out. The entire bridge seemed to fade and reappear.

When the ship stabilized, Taylor said, "Status!"

"All systems report normal," said Lieutenant Babangida.

"That certainly didn't seem normal to me," said Victor.

"Sir, we're picking up something on sensors," said Ensign Collins. "Multiple contacts."

"Identities?"

"One of them... it's Survey Service!" said Collins. "Identification confirmed. The USS

Judicator

."

The

Judicator

. One of the ships that had gone into the Black Box and never returned. The

Judicator

was a top of the line battle cruiser, the most powerful ship in the Survey Service fleet, commanded by Captain Robert Andrews. Taylor had met him once, briefly, at a reception in Perth. He was one of the Survey Service's most decorated officers.

And right now the

Judicator

was in the middle of a battle. It was on the edge of the Earth's atmosphere, fighting off a number of enemy ships.

"Sensors detect nine hostiles!" said Collins tensely.

Nine?

"Battle stations," said Taylor tensely. As the alarm sounded, the crew got ready for battle.

"Mr. Collins, try to contact the

Judicator

." Taylor asked.

A moment later Collins said, "Sir, there's no response."

"Warn off those enemy ships."

A moment later... "Sir, still no response."

On the viewscreen Taylor saw a flash, and an explosion hit the

Judicator

admid ships. The

Judicator

started to spin out of control. The enemy ships, all triangular shaped, flew around the

Judicator

, firing with some kind of beam weapons.

"Suki, take us in."

"Yes, sir!"

"Raise force fields to maximum," said Taylor.

"Force fields at maximum," said Jennifer.

"Mr. Babangida, lock plasma cannons and forward megajoulers on the closest enemy target."

"Yes sir."

The

Devonshire

closed. Taylor could see that the

Judicator

had suffered heavy damage. "Open fire," said Taylor.

The

Devonshire

let rip with its plasma cannons and megajoulers. It hit one of the enemy ships, which exploded.

"Well, at least we know they can be stopped," said Taylor.

But the

Devonshire

got the enemy's attention. One of them opened fire on the

Devonshire

. The ship rocked as its forcescreens were hit.

"Fire again, Mr. Babangida."

The plasma cannons had not yet recharged, and the megajoulers were only at 50% strength, but they were enough to destroy a second enemy ship. Taylor, who was acutely aware of the weapon's half strength, frowned. He ordered continuous firing as soon as the plasma cannons had recharged or the megajoulers had hit the 50% recharge mark. In moments the

Devonshire

was blowing the enemy ships out of the stars. The

Devonshire

took three more enemy hits, but no damage. The force screens were down to 40%, however.

Taylor frowned. There was something

very odd

about this encounter. The enemy had strong enough weapons to cripple a battle cruiser, but couldn't seem to penetrate a frigate's much more moderate shielding. And his half power megajoulers were blowing them away. They had already destroyed six enemy ships, each with one volley. If it were this easy, why had the

Judicator

not fended them off on its own?

But answers would have to wait. They were lining up to fire on the seventh enemy ship when it opened fire on the

Devonshire

. And this time it cut through their weakened shields.

"We're hit!" Suki yelled. "Captain, engines are not responding!"

"Damage report!" said Taylor.

"Engines are down!" said Babangida. "Reactor units one and two have failed!"

"Captain, we're being sucked into the Earth's gravitational pull!" said Suki.

"Compensate!"

"I can't!" said Suki, pressing buttons rapidly. "All we have left are thrusters!"

The Earth loomed larger and larger on the viewscreen. Taylor activated the comm. "Attention all hands! Prepare for emergency landing!"

An emergency landing without engines would be

optimistic

.

Taylor pushed Suki aside and took the controls. The ship buckled as it entered the atmosphere. Taylor used the thrusters as best he could, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. The ship was going too fast, and they had no way of decelerating. It was amazing that they hadn't burned up on reentry.

There was no time to consider that now, as a landmass loomed larger and larger on their viewscreen. The

Devonshire

was spiraling out of control somewhere in northern Europe. They would never survive an impact at this speed.

Nevertheless, Taylor did everything he could, setting thrusters to maximum. "All hands, brace for impact!" he cried. Taylor could see fields of green... endless fields of green... and then the ground came up on them, and there was a mighty jolt, and the ship hit the ground, hard, and everything went dark....

For a few seconds, at least, until red emergency lighting kicked in.

The ship had somehow landed, without engines, in one piece. But consoles had overloaded, and there were small electrical fires all over the ship. Taylor organized teams to go deck by deck to get everyone evacuated.

********

Taylor was one of the first to exit the ship, through one of the airlocks. The first thing he saw was fields of short grass, as far as the eye could see. He stepped out of the airlock, joined by other crewmembers.

"Are you all right, Captain?" said Doctor McCrae.

"I am," said Taylor. "But check the crew." With a rough crash like that, there would undoubtedly be injuries and fatalities.

But there weren't.

After everyone was accounted for, Taylor learned that there was not a single fatality. Not one. No one had worse injuries than bruises or cuts.

"It's not possible," said Taylor. He looked at the giant rut in the ground created by his crash landing. "We crash landed the ship without engines. The ship should be scattered in a million pieces. Most of us should be dead. In fact, realistically speaking,

all

of us should be dead. How is this possible?"

"It's a big universe, Michael," said Victor. "There's still a lot we don't understand about it."

"Well, it doesn't look like we will be going anywhere in this big universe any time soon," said Taylor. He had inspected the engines. They were a wreck. The

Devonshire

would never fly again.

He had also gone to check the shuttles, but found the shuttle bay collapsed. They had both been crushed. It was fortunate that no one had been in the shuttle bay at the time.

********

Taylor looked around at their new home: short green grass, as far as the eye could see. "So this is the Earth twenty two million years from now... a giant lawn. A giant, empty lawn."

"We're only seeing one tiny piece of it, Michael," Victor said. "You know it is very possible for life to exist somewhere on the 99.9% of the planet we haven't yet seen."

"But if there is life, it must be advanced," said Taylor. "You would think they would be curious, and come out to greet us."

"Perhaps they are shy," said Victor.

"Those alien ships that attacked the

Judicator

haven't come down to say hello either," said Taylor. "And I wondered what happened to the

Judicator

itself?"

"It looked pretty heavily damaged, the last I saw of it, sir," said Suki.

"I don't think we can count on help from the

Judicator

," said Jennifer.

"Neither do I," said Bill Carey.

"So what do we do, sir?" Suki asked.

Taylor slapped his hands against his pants. "We survive."

********

They set up camp near the ship, with tents neatly lined up, row after row, for all 64 crewmen and scientists. They had enough rations to last them for several months. They would have to find food or figure out how to produce their own.

The first night Taylor had fires lit and set guards on the perimeter. He didn't trust a supposedly empty planet, and didn't want to be caught unaware. But they had no nocturnal visitors.

The next day he sent out search parties, going north, south, east, and west. He also sent a team back to the ship to see if they could salvage anything which could be helpful.

Jennifer joined him with the group going east. "What does this mean for our mission, sir?" she asked.

"Our mission?" said Taylor. "I guess our mission is over, Lieutenant."

Jennifer looked at him. "It's not like you to give up so easily."

"It comes easy enough when I get stranded on a planet," said Taylor.

"It seems to me something very similar to this happened once before in your career, sir," she said.

"You mean on PR-52981?"

"Yep," said Jennifer.

"That was different," said Taylor. "The Survey Service found us."

"Maybe they'll find us again," she said, staring at him almost flirtatiously.

"Jennifer, on PR-52981 we were several light years off our travel route. Difficult to find, but not impossible. Here we are twenty two million years away from the Survey Service. How will they find us?"

"Maybe they will send another ship."

"No, I don't think so," said Taylor. He remembered Admiral Von Windhoek telling him that after the

Devonshire

, the next thing the Survey Service would send into the Black Box would be nova bombs. He wondered how that worked out.

"It's not like you to give up so easily," she said again, giving him that look.

There, she was flirting with him again! He was sure of it.

But what did it mean?

*********

Taylor inspected the

Devonshire

again to confirm what he already knew: the ship would never fly again.

Meanwhile, one team found a wooded area where they could get fuel for their fires. A second team found a stream, with drinkable water. A third found food, growing in the ground. Wild potatoes. And corn. And cooked beef.

Yes, cooked beef. Coming up out of the ground. Elizabeth analyzed it.

"It's beef," she said conclusively.

"Beef from the ground?" said Ensign Collins.

"Beef... from the ground," said Elizabeth. Everyone watched as she cut off a piece, and put it in her mouth. She chewed experimentally. "And cooked well done, too."

"Imagine that, Michael," said Victor. "Food, water, a temperate climate... all the things we need to survive."

"How convenient," said Taylor. "A little too convenient, if you ask me."

Victor smiled back at him.

********

Days began to grow into weeks. The monotony of the routine started to grate on the crew. Then one day, Crewman Rudy Garrett said, "Sir, you have to come to the stream! You have to see this!"

They followed him at a run.

A waterfalls had appeared at the stream.

"That wasn't there two days ago," said Taylor.

"No it wasn't," Victor agreed.

"It's not just a waterfalls, sir," said Garrett. "Look into it!"

They did. All of them saw something different. Victor saw the Horse Crab Nebula. Ensign Collins saw his girlfriend back on Earth. Rudy Garrett saw his family. Babangida saw his family in Nigeria. Wade Tanner saw his home in South Africa.

And Taylor saw... Pam. She was getting up in the morning, looking at her face in the mirror. He had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, with her high cheekbones and green eyes and blonde hair. Could that be real? Was he really seeing Pam, back in the past? Or was that just a memory, an illusion? Somehow, it seemed important to find out.

"Isn't it amazing, Michael?" Victor said.

"It is," said Taylor. "First our basic needs are taken care of, and now this. Our need for entertainment. It's as if the planet is alive, and aware of our needs, and taking care of us. Or perhaps someone inside the planet is." He looked up, and around, expecting to see hidden watchers.

"It does seem that way," said Victor.

"But if it is a person, a people, how do we communicate with them?"

"Hello!" said Victor, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Hello!" he said, even louder.

Taylor shook his head.

Victor gave him a defensive look. "Well, you never know until you try, Michael."

********

The waterfalls proved immensely popular, as well as the two others behind it, which functioned the same way. After doing their daily chores, the crew would sit in front of them and stare. Each person would see something different. Sometimes they would see loved ones, or views of Earth from their time period, or even sporting events or entertainment serials. It was like holovision, with more channels then there ever was on old Earth.