The Return To Mother Earth Ch 03

Chapter 3. Finding the Truth.

Time is measured differently than it was when the Republic was first inhabited. 'Days' no longer existed, they were now known periods and each period was broken down into 4 equal parts of 5 sols (or hours). There was a work or educational time which was done when the lights were brightest, the family time was divided into two by 2 1/2-sol blocks on either side of the work period. Then there was a recreational time done in half-light gradually getting darker and finally a rest time in total darkness.

Initially it took 3 generations for old habits and the language to change, but as children were born and raised in the new system it became the normal way of living.

It was in the year of the Seventeenth Trutime Period. An old earth calendar, if you could find one and be able to read it would tell you the date was 5024, July 23rd.

One was found, some seven hundred earth years earlier in an ancient bombed-out underground bunker, the schoolie who was responsible for recording it did so diligently, not knowing what it was, the schoolie recorded it on their electronic keypad and listed as item 254-007-4398. A note was added to identify it as 'Paper with numbers -- printed' and it was stored and faithfully kept intact. It was never handed in as an important find as it was felt, at that time, it was of no importance or of any consequence. It's just a worthless bit of paper.

If the schoolies were ever allowed to develop their thought transmissions, the importance of it may have been found earlier. As it was it was just another report that was logged in, one of 4763 that work period.

It was left at one of the many store areas next to the exit station on ME where the elevators left for the inbound platforms. Just left with other unusable objects, cast aside as a worthless scrape of old paper, to be looked at when there was nothing else to do. It was put to one side and other objects put on top of it and then other artefacts were put on top of those. There it stayed for seven hundred earth years. The storerooms were sealed and airtight, it stayed there not falling to pieces just out of sight.

Eventually, when it came to be analyzed and catalogued it was handed around to many scholars who had no knowledge of it. Eventually, it was handed to a 3rd-grade assistant working for the Parliamentary Archaeology Section (PAS) and found its way into Doctor Laudian Truther's procession.

Doctor Laudian Teresa Truther was assigned to oversee the archaeology section on The Republic. Her role was to ensure that the history of Mother Earth was faithfully recorded according to the wishes of the Royal Family. For three thousand years, ever since the onepercenters built the station, her family had been in charge of recording the history of the old planet. She knew of the truth, along with two others, which made them the most dangerous people in and on the Republic.

They just didn't appreciate it.

Like all good Republicans, her records were immaculate, kept safe and secured. Every time she was asked to report to the Royal Family via her Parliamentary advisor, the reports were well received and accepted without query or descent. The records were all Electrofused and sent via thought patterns from one temporal lobe to another. Only the upper elite were permitted to use that process of transmitting information. Everything else had to be sent via electronic keypads. That system was slow, and many incoming notes banked up, even the highest priority messages were sometimes overlooked altogether.

The Electrofused graphics were all 3D holographic, and the image was that of the good Doctor, no matter who originated the first thought pattern or finalized the report. She did monitor all communications coming into or out of the PAS. She kept tighter control over her organisation than even the Royal Family or the RCMP ever imagined. She had good reason too.

Her good looks appeared every time a member of the Royal Family or a key Parliamentarian asked for an update on a particular project down on ME was requested. She was easily recognised by those in authority.

The truth about who the Royal Family actually were and how they came to be was written in long hand, using a quill gathered from a free-roaming goose that were honored to celebrate Home Coming in the 10th Month and homemade ink. The handwriting was in near-perfect cursive Western calligraphy, hard to read at the best of times even by trained eyes, it was nearly impossible for anyone on the Republic, with the exception of the good Doctor and two others, one was the Royal Princess Melliesania Megga Truper who happened to be the good Doctor's wife and the other a local Minister and advocate for the (NWO) New World Order, Minister Gerald Arthur James.

It was soon after the altercation with the King-in-waiting that the Princess insisted on meeting the good Doctor to listen to her speak, their meetings were always monitored closely, and they both knew it would be. Over time after many periods of work and rest, the good Doctor became a familiar figure within the Royal compound, so much so that she no longer needed an escort when going to visit the Princess. As was the custom they were never alone, and any formal meetings were recorded with a room full of Parliamentarians and the local NWO advocate the Minister G.A. James. The princess enjoyed just walking in the gardens with the good Doctor, their conversations were soft and gentle about many things. The Princess knew she was in love but the good Doctor kept her distance and never let her feelings be known. On occasions when the Princess knew they were alone or out of sight of the chaperones, she would try to hold the good Doctors hand. it took the Princess several long seasonal periods before she tried to break down the barrier put there by the good Doctor.

"Doctor, I want something from you?" She said on one occasion.

"Yes my Princess, anything you ask I will obey," She replied.

"This is a personal request,"

The good Doctor continued walking with the Princess, her hands clasped behind her back. "If I am able to answer, I will, your Highness,"

"I want you to stop calling me Princess and start calling me Melliesania," She put her hand on her arm and stopped walking. She turned the good Doctor to face her. Looking into her eyes, they smiled at each other.

The good Doctor lowered her voice to barely a whisper, "Princess if we get found out, you will be locked away in your room and I will end up in space. Without a suit,"

"I would protect you Laudian,"

Suddenly without warning the good Doctor lowered her guard. Her head dropped to her chest as she looked down, she took a deep breath before looking up and reaching for the Princess. They stopped walking and she took hold of her hands, looking around for anyone else in the gardens, then quietly said "Mellie my love, if we embarked on this quest of companionship, you would have to give up everything,"

Tears appeared in the Princess's eyes, "You called me Mellie. No one has called me that for such a long time,"

"We have to be so careful if your brother hears of this," She stopped, hesitated then said, "Well he mustn't," She told her Princess.

"My stepbrother," Melliesania said with distaste in her voice, "And he doesn't have a lot of Royal blood in him you know," Her eyes scanned the good Doctors face looking for anything, something. Something she could hang on to.

"You forget who I am your Royal Highness, I know exactly how much Royal blood he has or hasn't got pumping out of that oversized pump that gets called a heart,"

"I like it more when you call me Mellie," The Princess told her.

They kept walking, slowly, both wanting to hold each other's hand but knowing they mustn't. soon they both noticed the dimming of the lights and the bird songs increasing.

"Have you ever seen these creatures they call birds, they sing before every recon time, yet I've never seen one," She asked

The good Doctor shook her head and smiled at her. Their walk through the gardens was coming to an end. The buildings came into sight and the Princess's handmaidens came scurrying up to her, all giggling and babbling like a stream of running liquid as it bounced over a rocky waterfall.

The good Doctor stopped before entering the Royal House. The princess stopped several feet in front of her and turned. They just looked at each other. Then she bowed her head to the deity and told her. "Your Royal Highness you and I should continue our research into those bird creatures that sing for you before every recon time. Shall I contact your chaperone for another meeting?"

The Princess had a smile on her face, enjoying the moment pretending. "Doctor, I think it would be best done out in the open like we did this family time. I shall call your office to arrange it," And with that she turned and walked up the steps as the ornamental guards snapped to attention as she passed through the door into her ancestral home.

The writing of the Truth was a closely kept secret that not even the RCMP and those monitoring the daily lives of all the inhabitants on and in the Republic ever learned about. The room where the truth was written, and the teaching of the children was not hidden away in some out-of-the-way structure but hidden in plain view. Seeing children playing on keypads in a playroom was as normal as seeing them play in a kindergarten today. The Truther family knew how to hide from the ever-intrusive electronic eyes. They had 3000 years to perfect it.

No other person would be able to read the truth about the Republic, the whole 3000 years of history was secured away in volumes of books and paper. The Truther family had been ferrying paper back from ME from day one. They knew so much more about the final days than all of the Parliamentarians put together and most of the Royal Family. Still, like the good Republicans, they pretended to be, the reports back to the King and the Parliament always fitted in with the accepted normal parameters they demanded.

These three people were more dangerous to the Republic than any of their sworn enemies.

The style of writing in Western calligraphy dates back 11000 years and had been secretly and faithfully kept alive by the females in the Truther family. This art was taught to only two children in each regeneration, always females and the eggs used were taken from the same female at a time close to each other. The children were raised solely by the eldest living Doctor from whom the eggs were taken and her trusted partner. The sperm was carefully collected, ensuring the correct chromosomes were evident to ensure a female is reproduced. The sperm always came from the same male source and his family. A remarkable achievement over 3000 years.

The population on and in the Republic was tightly controlled.

Intercourse was no longer practiced, and all conceptions were performed in a lab and in special cases transferred to a 'mother' who allowed the single-celled zygote to become a multi-celled blastocyst and then an embryo and the multi-celled embryo grows to become the chosen child.

The bloodline of the Truther family was more pure than even the Royal family. The importance of maintaining a pure bloodline was written in the history of ME.