Quarksandrium: Beyond Earth

B. Martínez

Description

Our Heroine Continues Her Time and Space Travel to Save Humanity

Zillah wakes up on a different planet after her abduction and invasive surgery. She has to start from scratch to rebuild memories but later finds a way to regain access to her memories. Upon arriving at her new home, she trains for missions a mysterious authority guides her through. With a new exosuit, she uses her training and enhanced power to go on missions through time intended to sabotage her previous efforts of saving Earth from the Quenomoly while maintaining the current government and social status of the elites in the future. Along the way, she makes many discoveries on both planets that rejuvenate her purpose to save people from centuries of a tyrannical government aligning with corrupt organizations who benefited from turning its population into mindless followers of the alliance. In addition, a rekindled trust develops in an unexpected friendship with Goramaius that will guide her moves in the future.

Sujets

• Science-Fiction
• Toute la Science-Fiction
• Time Travel
• Science Fiction
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 19 janvier 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781977252005
• Langue: English

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TABLE OF CONTENTS
General’s Mission
Abduction
Hospital Again?
New Home
Training
2473
Third Board Meeting
The Cycle
Recovery
The Plot
Freedom
The Boy
Exile
New Role
Full Circle
GENERAL’S MISSION
An enormous spaceship, dark silver and tarnished metal, crested the sizable hillside leading to a large field of red soil with pink vegetation overgrowth. It was a large, jagged, multi-layered warship gliding over the land at considerable altitude as it slowly crossed the sky above the lush shades of pink reflecting off its dull undercarriage. The vessel carried a large army of men and women outfitted with dense, lightweight armor and various weapons stored in every crevice. In its belly was a sizable number of workers that kept it afloat, and a considerable crowd of elites that reigned above the ordinary people in many cities on Mars.
The command center for the enormous vessel was high on top, perched on the ship’s leading edge, overlooking the grand landscape under its bow. Nearby was a luxurious meeting room that included various amenities and technology enhancements. The meeting room for the new world council had been established to maintain sovereignty over the lesser of the elites who ventured to this new world from Earth. But, unfortunately, those who trusted their leaders to make the best choices for their livelihood were the ones who imprisoned them into servitude of the ultimate elites who spearheaded this endeavor. Thus, the chain of power was extrapolated among those who never rose up against the authority.
"Let the council of the elite come to order," Emperor Shopan said as he stood near the end of a long table with dignitaries staggered across from each other the length of the table. "We have made significant progress over the past two hundred fifty years since we have inhabited this planet. It has been a great endeavor that we have conquered and transcended the reimagination of Earth. However, there are items we failed to account for in this journey that must be addressed.
"As you know, our existence here has deteriorated from the change in nourishment to our bodies due to the lack of resources on this planet. Although we have plentiful food sources, essential amino acids in our food supply have dwindled over the years and caused our people a twenty-nine percent decrease in overall height. Mining efforts have also taken a toll on our bodies with the recent release of Raynaud’s jaundice disease, attacking the liver and kidneys, causing thinner skin densities and a greenish appearance. Thankfully, chip implants have dissipated revolts and kept our citizens calm over this period. Still, if we don’t do something soon, we will no longer continue to exist on this planet much longer than a few centuries. General Belov, do you have any more information on the mining efforts in the western hemisphere?" the emperor asked as he sat down to relinquish the speaking stand to General Belov.
"We have continued mining along the impact ridge of the Quenomoly and discovered a trove of artifacts just below the surface. Unfortunately, it will take several years to mine all that have been found with subsonic laser mapping. However, we have found some interesting properties that may allow us to navigate time and space. Still, we don’t have the proper specifications or atmosphere to generate the test field for this project," General Belov concluded.
"General Phillips, do you have any additional resources you can add to this scenario on Earth through the Zander project?" the emperor asked.
"The Zander project is moving along as planned. There have been advances in clearing the debris field in the atmosphere to conduct more consistent missions between our planets. Also, we have prospects, and I am personally working on a plan to develop a time and space travel operation. The discovery of the artifacts here could be the key to the survival of the Martian inhabitants. They will play a critical role in our success. The new building in Parlin is in progress and will be completed soon. Our operatives will continue on their schedule until the extended plan comes into effect," General Phillips explained.
"How can we trust this Earth, General? He hasn’t proven himself at all. He looks nothing like us and most likely doesn’t have our best interest in mind. Therefore, I vote to veto this movement and seek an alternate way of resolving our issue without involving any humans from Earth. They are barbaric and don’t understand our way of life. Their contempt for us by not adhering to our elite way of conjecture is abhorrent and detestable. So again, I vote to disregard this project and find an alternative on this planet," another general said with contempt.
The emperor said nothing as the rest of the generals sat quietly and waited for a response. Finally, the emperor leaned forward and swiped across the screen in front of him twice until a viewable diagram of the office appeared. It showed the general’s name who disagreed with the project, in the seat at the table. He touched the name of the general and brought up a menu of the diagnostics of his implant. After touching another menu button, he selected insubordination. He pressed the continue button that had popped up to assure it was the correct action to carry out. Immediately after he pushed to continue, the general who disagreed fell limp to the table and would never be heard again.
"Would anyone else like to disagree with the action the council will take?" the emperor asked as he scanned the room. He reset his screen and pushed a call button for security guards to assist. Shortly after, the doors to the meeting room opened, and guards removed the body slumped over the conference table and exited the room. Everyone remained quiet and in disbelief at what had just happened.
"Great, let’s move forward with the plans on Earth that General Phillips has outlined. Also, when the quarry has finished excavating the relics, there should be a city built on its edge that will be called Parmathius. It will house all Earth migrants that we select from Earth for these experiments. It will also contain Earth vegetation and animals for their food supply to the northeast of the city. Furthermore, it will mirror the city of Artesia, where our base experiment is on Earth. More information will follow, but this is the trajectory our efforts will take to restore our human livelihood," the emperor concluded. General Phillips stood from the long table as a few others began to stand with him. He towered over the rest in stature since he had been born on Earth and not exposed to the same food supply as the Martians.
"General Phillips, a word in the observatory," the emperor said briefly before turning and talking among the other dignitaries. General Phillips returned a glance but no expression to his superior before following one of the guards to the observatory in another area of the top deck on the battleship. When he arrived, the lush green gardens provided a tranquil environment, with birds singing in the trees. It was a garden that would have been common on Earth centuries ago. The general walked the long path around the garden on the large gunship waiting for the emperor. He stood near the middle along the ship’s edge that cantilevered out over the terrain below. His gaze wandered out over the plains between two larger cities.
The ship patrolled several routes between the cities on Mars before and after the council convened. Each city was populated with various wealth classes of humans who had made the journey to the planet after the Quenomoly. The assembled generals on the ship each had a city they governed in their own territory and annually paid allegiance to the Emperor when the council gathered.
"General Phillips, thank you for coming. I know you have traveled a great distance to be here," the emperor said as he approached him. The general was still looking over the desolate land between cities. "Tell me more about this family and the plan you have to sustain symbiosis between planets," the emperor emplored.
"Time is an all-encompassing, fluid construct. I can’t tell you about the future. It would jeopardize our missions in that time. Just know, it has begun, and we are on our second mission to complete the cycle. It is intricate and must be precise. We can’t change what has happened, but maybe we can alter our path in the future. My plan is to restore Martians to their former human glory and have a hierarchical power between planets that can be sustained for future times. Your position would effectively be the ruler of both worlds," the general explained, without turning toward the emperor.
"We will begin implanting chips in Earth people after we begin transporting them to the new city of Parmathius once