Project The New River Nile

DATELINE: THE FUTURE. Work along the River Nile Project continues well into the year 2046. People need food and agriculture needs water. The lifeline of Egypt was, is, and every shall be the River Nile. Expanding populations of Egypt and the Sudan will require more and more of everything for their survival and less dependance on imports for their economic survival and prosperity.

The famous Egyptian cotton that grows here uses more water to produce its fluffy balls More and more desert must be transformed into green space to the west. A new Nile River is being created artificially spanning 104 km to aid in these efforts and to build a new delta. The people of Sudan, by age old treaty also have full use and benefit from Nile waters, which make these projects even more important to these desert nations.

The River Nile flows from South to North, the geographically southern portion is called the Upper Nile, the geographically northern portion is called the Lower Nile since the water flows downstream toward the Mediterranean Sea. Every civilization devised their own rules for living together. We call them laws, but in those times, there were laws, customs, and what the authorities told you. Over the centuries, even those practices evolved. Belief systems evolved. Gods were created to explain the phenomenon of living that could not otherwise be explained with their knowledge at hand.

Tribes and civilizations of human life evolved near rivers or streams -- creating their villages around a constant source of potable water. It's a basic need and water attracts various wildlife which can be converted to food sources.

This is where our story begins.

Workers driving Earth moving vehicles work to relocate the sand and dirt along the new route for an artificially designed New River Nile. Concrete will be poured over new foundations directing the future water flow toward the Mediterranean Sea alongside the present River Nile basin. Upon completion, the reservoir behind the Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam will be tapped to supply the combined lands of Sudan and Egypt downstream.

A worker onboard the earthmover saw something shiny reflecting in the midday sand. Knowing the strict policies for ancient cultural finds, he calls over his supervisor. He climbs down from his machine and picks it up to give to his supervisor.

"What do you make of this, sir? I think it is made of gold."

"Where did you find this? Were there anymore? Was there anything else?"

"No sir. Not that I could see. I called for you as soon as I dug it up. Knowing the laws are very strict about antiquities, I stopped the machines. I hope that was the appropriate action. I know we are on a time schedule for the new riverbed construction."

"You acted correctly."

The supervisor called over three other fellows with shovels to dig around where the golden talisman was found. Further digging revealed only clay pottery shards and small pieces of a papyrus that instantly turned to dust when touched. Still, this had to be phoned in to headquarters.

"You fellows continue working, but not in this area."

Turning toward the young man who found the gold amulet piece, "You have a sharp eye to have found this. Your honest act will go into my daily reports. Some guys might have tried to illegally sell this artifact. However, we must call this find into the attention of the authorities. They will need to assess or confirm if this is a possible archaeology site." He thought to himself, this could also delay our progress on the project and put us behind schedule for completion.

Back in his operations tent, there wasn't any history of villages or towns that have ever existed here according to his map. How is this possible to have found these pieces of pottery, papyrus, and this talisman so far from away from any known place? Maybe it was lost from a trade caravan. The supervisor couldn't believe that someone would just throw away a valuable piece of gold like this for any reason. He would have to place a call to the experts and authorities right away.

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Picking up the ringing telephone in a Cairo University professor's office, "Hello? Yes, she is. May I ask who is calling?" The assistant turned around at her desk. "Professor, the Director of Egyptian Antiquities is on the line for you."

"Yes, this is Dr. Catrina Ahmad." There is a pause as the caller speaks. "I'm afraid I can't get away just now. I have mid-term exams all this week." Another pause. "You say you found what? Can you describe it to me? ... yes, I see. I'll be there by noon tomorrow. Give my assistant the location and any directions I will need to program into my travel conveyance. I have much to do to prepare." Dr. Ahmad handed the phone to her staff assistant whispering, "I'll be in the director's office."

The director's office was at the head of the corridor and a short walk. If this find is what she believes it is, this could be the most historically significant find in 50 years. She knocked twice and allowed herself into the office. "Dr. Arumi, I've just been informed by the Director of Egyptian Antiquities that he believes workers have found what could be a golden talisman of the god Sebiumeker of the Kushite Kingdom from the 8th century BCE. I have been contacted to authenticate and retrieve it at the work site in Upper Egypt, near Sudan. I must travel to that work site immediately."

"Dr. Ahmed, this is the mid-term exam period. Are you going to shirk your student responsibilities to run off on what could be a wild goose chase near the Sudan desert?"

"My assistant is arranging for my transportation and is obtaining a proctor to administer my mid-term exams. I should return shortly. I don't anticipate any complications, but I do want time to examine the site for other artifacts. I shall be leaving immediately or in the morning. I need not remind you that artifacts from this era - especially pertaining to the god Sebiumeker are very rare which makes this find very significant. It belongs in the Cairo Museum since it was discovered in Egypt." The director agreed.

Early the next morning, Dr. Ahmed carried one suitcase of essentials and a very old reference book she acquired long ago about the short 1,000+ years of the existence of the Kingdom of Kush Civilization. It would be a long ride through the desert, but her self-driving solar-electric conveyance vehicle was climate controlled and speedy even on the hard-packed sandy roads. Dr. Ahmed would use the time wisely and review the research the specific talisman that was described to her over the telephone. Her conveyance had reliable satellite internet access to all known libraries.

Upon arrival at the work site, she looked around for an authority figure. A single man approached her vehicle and smiled with his hand extended.

"Are you Dr. Catrina Ahmed from the Cairo University?"

"Yes, I am. And you are Project Superintendent Karim Aslam? Is that also correct?"

"I am and it is. Welcome to our small part of the world. I'm available to assist you in any way that you may require. Our complete facilities are at your disposal. We even have accommodations prepared for you, such as they are."

Getting right to the business at hand, "Mr. Aslam, the Director of Egyptian Antiquities has called upon me, following your discovery report, to ascertain the origin of a relic one of your workmen discovered. Will you show me where it was found?"

"Certainly." As they walked, the superintendent began with pleasantries. "I trust your journey was smooth and uneventful."

"It was. I am most anxious to see this." They continued walking. They came to a place that had been staked and taped to exclude any further foot traffic by the workmen in the area.

"Well, here it is. It was found in the sand with some pottery shards and a rapidly disintegrating papyrus. We dug it up and have it in a box in the administration tent. We had a small crew digging and sifting around this area, but we found nothing else. We believe this was an isolated find. We're halting further construction processes until you give us the okay. May I add that we are slightly behind on this project. Anything you can do to expedite this process, I'd personally appreciate."

"So, you found nothing else?"

"No. Nothing."

She looked thoroughly at the hole and at the general landscape of the area. She had studied the maps on her trip here and was expecting to find nothing of any value. "Well then, you may continue your work under the provision that should your men find any other artifacts or even broken pottery items that they stop immediately for an immediate assessment. Is that acceptable to you?"

"Yes, thank you, completely acceptable."

The superintendent whistled to his section foremen giving him the signal to resume work. They have standing orders to stop work on anything found in the sand, including old war relics.

"Now, may I see the item please?"

"Of course. Let's get under a tent and out of this mid-day sun." Mr. Aslam turned and headed toward the biggest tent in the compound, among the supply tents and living quarters tents. This was a mobile outfit, and they worked only a few days at any singular site. The administrative tent had a large table in the center of the area with maps and plans strewn everywhere. Some stained with coffee and teacup rings. A surveyor's tripod stood alone in the corner. The box of surveying equipment for the tripod was directly underneath. There were several lanterns scattered around as well. Mr. Aslam bent over the small security safe, dialed in the combination, opened the vault, then withdrew a soft cloth bundle. He brought it over to the table and carefully unwrapped it for Dr. Ahmed's inspection.

Dr. Ahmed looked at it carefully, then touched it gently with her fingertips before picking it up in the palm of her hand to examine it closer. It appeared to be a gold, falcon-headed deity depicted in a majestic pose, with its wings outstretched, symbolizing his ability to soar above mortal limitations and able to connect with the divine realm. It was beautifully preserved. The Kushites were masterful in creating gold jewelry and much sought after along this important ancient trade route. "This is a major god - the Kushite god, Sebiumeker -- the supreme god of procreation and fertility from Nubian mythology." Catrina suddenly received a highly charged electric shock from the talisman after she spoke the name of the represented god. She suddenly dropped it on the table and examined her hand. There was no damage to her skin, but from where did that shock originate?

Superintendent Aslam picked it up and put it back into the cloth. It did not affect him at all. "Well, what do you make of it, Dr.?"

"Mr. Aslam, you may call me Catrina, if you wish." Her voice. Something was different about it in the new way she spoke. It was no longer business-as-usual from an academic from the university, but much softer - more like a friendly, female persuasive voice. "We might be wise to return it to your safe for now." Catrina felt suddenly very tired and sleepy. Perhaps the traveling and her excitement at this ancient discovery had finally caught up to her. "Superintendent?"

"Please, call me Karim."

"Yes, Karim. Do you have a tent where I may lie down for a few hours? I seem to suddenly require rest. I slept well last night, but it was a long trip, and I am quite excited by the events of the day."

"Of course, Catrina. I'll escort you to some quarters we have prepared for your arrival. I'll have someone fetch your bags from your personal conveyance. I trust your vehicle will recharge itself in the afternoon sunlight for your return trip home?"

Dr. Catrina Ahmed took off her shoes and her lightweight, 4-pocket explorer's jacket and neck scarf then laid down on the cot provided in her guest tent. Within seconds she was sleeping soundly -- or so it seemed.

Within only a few minutes in her unconscious state, she began receiving mental images centered around daily life in the desert Kingdom of Kush. Women held significant roles in politics, trade, and religion there.

Leadership was not exclusively male oriented. She found herself walking quickly and deliberately toward the Western Deffufa -- the large temple located in the City of Kerma during ancient times. Suddenly, she was kneeling before an altar and the High Priestess of the temple. She did not know why she was there and present in this vision.

Incense was burning to purify the dimly lit sanctuary. The High Priestess spoke: "Catrina Ahmed, you are not of our Kingdom, but I can see you are strong - like our warrior women and that you are also a true believer." Her voice echoed in the large empty chamber of temple. "You have come here seeking the god Sebiumeker to bless you with fertility and children. It is my belief your desires are true. Take this amulet. Wear it around your neck to profess your faith before others." The High Priestess presented Catrina with the gold amulet with a short verbal blessing. Catrina did not understand the words, since the language of the Kushites remains unknown.

As her vision continued, Catrina saw herself receiving the gold amulet that the workman had found in the sand only yesterday. The High Priestess continued, "Receive also this papyrus scroll containing the sacred prayer containing the words that will bless your body with desires to create life within itself. Read it now. Say these words." The Priestess repeated some words that made no sense to Catrina. "Then read and say them again while alone with your chosen mate under the sacred light of the three stars directly above us in the heavens. Sebiumeker will grant many man seeds into your womb where none have flourished before."

Catrina began to toss and turn on her small cot in her tent. Her mind was having difficulty making sense of this vision with her own career goals. It had come to her mind that she had spent her entire career in search of the history of the Kushites and never had time to meet a husband or have children. At this point in her career, she didn't want or need those incumbrances. Her pursuit of knowledge was much more important. She now felt uncomfortable with the thought of possessing this amulet of the god Sebiumeker. Suddenly, she verbally shouted, NO, then rolled out of her cot and into the sand below, bringing her fully awake. Sand sticking to her perspired skin. She stood and dusted the sand from her clothing and used her neckerchief to gently wipe the sand from her face.

Superintendent Karim rushed into the tent. "I thought I heard you yelling for help. Is there anything I can do?"

Catrina shifted into a trance-like state. She fluffed her hair and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and approached Karim. "Why yes, Karim. I do need you. My body is on fire and my time is now."

Karim held the back of his hand to Catrina's forehead. "Yes, I see you seem to be feeling warm to the touch, but that many only be this desert heat. Let me get you some water." As he turned to walk toward the cooler of bottled water in the opposite corner of her tent, Catrina grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. "I need nothing more than only you, Karim."

As she said that, her left hand grabbed the back of Karim's neck as her right hand reached down and grazed the crotch of Karim's pants and held him firmly. Startled, Karim pulled away. "Dr. Ahmed, this is highly inappropriate behavior. I'm sure you're aware of that."

"I will not be denied, Karim. The god Sebiumeker has blessed me with a hunger I cannot contain. You must help me." Catrina began fumbling with Karim's trousers and in no time had them down in the sand at his feet. Karim seemed powerless, but then he had been in the desert for many weeks on this project without furlough. He managed the entire project here and was never given time off. There was always much to do. It took him only seconds under Catrina's gentle, yet nimble hands and lips on his cock to change his entire mental attitude. His workers were busy elsewhere and he would not be missed for a time.

Catrina's body heated quickly as she continued sucking on Karim's cock and balls. Her hands grasped him tightly by his ass cheeks pulling him into her face as she worked on him, encouraging him to full hardness. Quickly, without breaking contact with his cock, she used one hand to unbutton her blouse and wriggle out of it. Changing hands, she dropped it to the sand, then reached around to unsnap her bra, then shrugged it off.

"Observe my supple breasts, Karim. Someday, they will feed and nourish our young, but you may suckle them now. I want you to." She stood and began unbuttoning Karim's shirt, then dropped in into the sand. Carefully, she positioned his lips at her nipples. Karim instinctively knew what to do.

"That's right. Lick me. suck on me. Taste me, Karim. I can feel the sensations deep inside my pussy the more you do it."

By now, Karim needed no further verbal encouragement. His own hormones were raging as Catrina continued stroking his cock, keeping his mind interested and his cock hard. His hand began working at Catrina's belted pants. He placed his hand over the lower zipper area and squeezed her, tapping the spot with his middle finger. Her reaction was to help him with her belt as he suckled and tasted her nipples. Within seconds her pants were in the sand and only her panties stood in the way of their conjunction. She kicked her panties off into the sand. They were both now naked in the tent. Karim saw that the cot would not hold their weight.

He encouraged her over to the makeshift table in the center of the tent. He turned her around and pushed her forward to lean on it.

"Now, Karim. Take me now! As lions do it."

Karim had another idea. Her scent rising from her heat was driving him mad. He had to taste her for his own satisfaction. He thrust his tongue into her pussy from behind. In his haste he also licked around her tiny sphincter hole muscles. Catrina could only moan with pleasure. Karim's cock pulsed hard with need. He could no longer hold back the pleasure he desired. Carefully, he placed the head of his cock at her wet, seeping vagina and pushed it forward slowly at first. Her heat surrounded him and gripped him tightly as she lubricated his cock with her juices.

His passion and hers seemed matched as she pushed back against him as he thrust himself forward. Slowly, at first their rhythms were meant to be enjoyed. Karim reached around her and cupped her breasts gently in his palms. Gently squeezing, they were firm, and her nipples were hard with desire. He began thrusting more rapidly, still trying to maintain himself from his orgasm until she began to show signs of her own. But she was so hot inside. He couldn't resist and began thrusting faster. They rushed their breathing until they were breathing almost together in unison.

Faster and faster, they fucked. His thighs slapping her buttocks. He balls bouncing against her in a tribal dance rhythm. Her pendulous breasts were swaying only as far as Karim's cupped hands would allow as he held her tightly. Their bodies moved in machine-like motions, hot with passion, hot with the afternoon desert sun, well mated. Karim was about to let go. "I'm going to.. cu..cu.."

"Yes, Karim. Impregnate me. Do it now. The gods command it."

Karim was also a career-oriented man. His work took him away from home for long periods of time. He knew he could not be a proper father to a child. His cock began to wane at these thoughts crawling through his brain. He was now in the throes of passion and could not stop himself. He fought these images of his future self. The future he could not afford to have. He thrust into Catrina for all he was worth, faster and faster. She moaned, "Yes, Karim. Give it to me hard. Give it all to me. Give me your seed!" Just as he knew he was about to let go, he suddenly withdrew his shiny cock from her vaginal heat taking a step backward and ejected his seed, pulse after pulse, into the sand at his feet.