The symbiotic Travelers
The Wars of
the Worlds
BADSAM
It is June 29, 1914, Zlatex comes home from where he has been working as a writer for the Sacramento Bee newspaper since 1899. Yaphet is in the kitchen fixing some peach cobbler, one of his favorite desserts. He gives her a sad frown. They hug and kiss. After they break the lip lock, she wipes some flour residue off his shirt. His arms are still around her waist with his hands in the small of her back, holding her tightly.
She gives him a cheerful smile and says, "The hardware store that I sell my wicker baskets to have sold all the ones that I made. They want me to make ten more of them. The proprietor even gave me an advance payment so that I could purchase the young willow branches that I use to weave the baskets. I'm so excited about it."
"That's good; I'm happy for you, Yaphet. But I have some depressing news."
"What's that my love." She leans back putting her hands on his shoulders, giving him a puzzled look.
"Yesterday Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, the presumptive heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, and his wife Sophie, the Duchess of Hohenberg, were assassinated by a Serbian Nationalist during an official visit to the Bosnian capital, Sarajevo. The assassinator was a Bosnian Serb student."
Zlatex pauses and takes a sheet of paper from his pocket. "I wrote down some of the more important particulars for us as it came over the wire to the newspaper. Later we can enter the information into SAM."
He begins to read aloud for his symbiotic partner, "They were riding in their open-topped automobile through the streets of Sarajevo, the capital of Bosnia and Herzegovina, which was formally annexed by the Austria-Hungary Empire in 1908. They were shot at close range while being driven through the city. There was an assassination team that was helped by the Black Hand, a secret Serbian Nationalist group of individuals."
"Oh! That's terrible," Yaphet quips.
"There's more. At 10:10 am, as Archduke Ferdinand's car with a folded back convertible cover approached, a bomb was thrown at the car the imperial couple were riding in. But the bomb bounced off the open sports car into the street. The bomb exploded under the next car in the motorcade. The procession continued. After the first assassination attempt had been unsuccessful, a few minutes later an assassin stepped up to the footboard of the car and shot Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophie at point blank range with a pistol. The royal couple were dead by 11:30 a.m."
"You said that it was a group of men that did this," Yaphet asks.
"Yes, the Black Hand was responsible for the assassination. They are a Serbian separatist group of terrorists. The organization was committed to freeing Bosnia from Austrian occupation and incorporating it into Serbia."
"Terrorists are fools," Yaphet exclaims. "They believe that their actions are holy and righteous. They think that their deeds will accomplish victory and bring about peace. But their pursuits only bring about death and destruction. They cause more harm than good."
"It's worse than that," Zlatex adds. "Because many of Europe's national leaders believe the Serbian government was behind the murders, there's talk of war between several countries in Europe. Luckily, it won't involve the United States. At least, it looks that way so far."
"What are we going to do if there is war and America joins it? I mean the government may ask for volunteers and you could get caught up..."
"Yaphet! I'm surprised you would ask such a question," he interrupts his counterpart. I'm never going to go to war. If I got shot, then everyone would immediately find out that we are not human; we're alien beings. There is no telling what would become of us if that happened."
"That's not what I meant, Zlatex. I mean, if numerous European countries begin fighting and the United States joins them, then there's no place we can go. What should we do?"
"I don't know Yaphet," her syngeneic lover answers. "If the U.S. government calls for enlistments, maybe I'll be able to get some kind of deferment. Working at all the different newspapers that I have over all the years we've been living here, I've gotten quite good at producing documents that are actually forgeries."
"Yeah, those embossed birth certificates and marriage certificates that you made for us when we arrived here in Sacramento are excellent. A person would have to actually examine them with a magnifying glass to perceive that they are not genuine," Yaphet responds.
"Right! No one really looks hard at those. So, let's just wait and see what happens and then we'll make some kind of decision."