Sarah's Landing-I - Contact - Book I in the Sarah's Landing Series
by Elena Dorothy Bowman
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Science Fiction & Fantasy
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A 111-year-old mystery - people who vanished ten years before the new millennium - the first space-exploration starship, Earth Star-I, lost in deep space fifty-one years later - Is there a connection between these unexplained disappearances and a village situated along the rocky coast of New England, a place out of time, called Sarah's Landing?
Joshua Morgan, the Astronaut/Biologist scratched from the ill-fated flight, searching for answers, is unaware his quest will take him to the far reaches of space and to an alien planet no one knew existed. Joshua's love for two different woman on world's light years apart, results in the birth of sons - siblings - one from the alien planet, one from Earth, both empowered with mind-linking capabilities.
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Chapter 1 - Houston
Chapter 1 - Houston
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Sarah's Landing I
Chapter 1 : Excerpt
Contact
Houston 2055
Three years is not a long time but when you're trying to erase a memory it can seem forever. Sometimes, while walking across the base, the noise of a machine would startle Joshua. He would stop as if waiting for something. Other times, someone's laughter would bother him, anger him, and cause him to remember the violent churning static, the endless silence. What did happen out there in space? How could the starship disappear so completely? Joshua remembered sitting in that stark white hospital room three years ago listening, waiting throughout the night ópounding the video monitor with his fists, but there were no answers, no human voices. Now, more than ever, reports upset him, especially reports of disappearances. Why, he wondered, did it bother him so much when people, he did not know, mysteriously disappeared just because they happened to be in the right place at the wrong time?
His memories of EARTH STAR-I were bad enough, but his reassignment was worse. He was told his ear problem, a result of a viral infection, made it impossible for him to remain an astronaut. He could help, he said, training a new crew or being part of a design team for the next mission. After all, could SICOM afford to throw away a trained astro-biologist?
"Use me, damn it," he demanded. "Let me be a part of all of this."
The Space Intelligence Command (SICOM) agreed Joshua Morgan's talents were important and useful for the success of future efforts. But the budget cuts had trimmed down their teams, so all he could hope for now was a slot as a floating alternate. He would be used whenever and wherever SICOM had need of him. Joshua reluctantly agreed. So until a permanent slot opened up, Joshua was transferred to the Space Intelligence Alien Investigative Team. His job, as part of Alien Intelligence, was to investigate any unfinished cases of strange incidents that had occurred, and perhaps were still occurring. He closed the book on the last of his present cases. There was nothing to it. The man disappeared because he wanted to. Now Joshua was flying home and back to SICOM after two months of intensive field work in various parts of the world. He sometimes wished all of his cases were this easy, but then he would not have a job.
***
Back in Houston, life was more pleasurable. His office on the fourth floor of the Administration Building overlooked the entire base. Furnished during the days of prosperity he had many plush comfortable chairs, lush tropical plants and a large mahogany desk. Across the hall from his office, behind heavy glass doors, an environmentally controlled complex protected several highly sophisticated computers. It would be easy, he thought, to correlate two months' fieldwork.
Having entered the case file information into the computers Joshua returned to his office and sat back to wait for results. Old tapes and modern data crystals from other agents had been stacked on his desk, “Bury them or resolve them!” the note attached to the top stack ordered. How lucky can I get? He thought, smiling wryly.
Staring out the window he absentmindedly watched white puffy clouds expand and separate. Sighing he leaned over, inserted the first tape and turned on his recorder. He listened intently to each one of the individuals being interviewed as they related their experiences. They were intelligent and not easily frightened people but strange events had changed their lives. They had been witnesses to unbelievable occurrences. The data crystals weren’t anymore definitive, he discovered, when he inserted them into his computer. Joshua was skeptical yet, he had to admit, they seemed levelheaded and sincere.
He had not heard any of their stories before but here in his comfortable office each one sounded similar. How many of them, he wondered, were missing? Was there a rational explanation? Why had these people vanished?
He spent the entire morning talking to other agents and playing and replaying the voice recordings and data crystals.
"What the hell is going on? Am I crazy? People don't disappear. Humans are tangible. Solid entities." He rubbed one hand against the other. "No. It's not possible. It can't be."
The tapes have been around for years. He knew everyone had a crack at them and they came up empty-handed. No one really expected him to do anything about them. But the voices on the recordings haunted him.
Information from the computers confirmed his suspicions. There were many similarities. People who did not know each other, who lived in diverse places, were experiencing similar phenomena. Witness after witness repeated the description: "...suddenly there was a brilliant, blinding flash of light!" Some of the stories had been discounted. Missing people were found, or returned on their own. But certain cases could not be so easily resolved. Were they coincidences, or were the implications far more reaching?
Why should these people suddenly vanish? Joshua sat down at his desk and tabulated a long list of names. He could not find one common denominator. The missing people came from all walks of life. The less fortunate were as likely to disappear as executives, and children vanished as often as adults. There was no pattern.
Joshua ran another correlation check through the computers. This time he fed all the data he could find into the memory banks, beginning with SICOM's first reports of unusual events up to and including the information on the data crystals his "buddies" left on his desk.
He did not know what to expect, but learning that many reports were never investigated astounded him - like the Deming, New Mexico case. The Air Force was far more interested in the discovery of extra-terrestrial crash sites with body remains near Roswell, New Mexico than with bizarre disappearances, which the Air Force considered a 'local' problem. Youngs Creek, Indiana, among others, was another report that fell through the cracks. Then there were the missing children cases among others in New England. SICOM believed the local "Feds" should handle them.
Someone else would have dropped the whole thing, but not Joshua. He could not let go. If there was a linkage between people disappearing and his starship, he would find it or die trying. At least that was how he felt about it at the moment.
There had to be a link somewhere. But where? How? Something kept nagging at the back of his mind. Joshua had a feeling a trip to Washington, DC. might provide some clue. SICOM did not agree. Joshua argued that every effort had to be made. SICOM said he was wasting everyone's time.
"Maybe," Joshua said. "But if we don't try, we'll never know. Will we?"
***
Seventy-two hours is all they'll give me. Now how the hell am I supposed to check everything out in that constricted time? Joshua grumbled as he stared down the rows and rows of storage cabinets deep inside the government archives.
Hours later, the search through the records for all past and present disappearances brought him to the end of the last row and at the final cabinet. Nothing. Not a damn thing to give him any clue as to what had been going on.
Looking about, he saw a small storeroom with several cabinets inside. The area was surrounded by three steel walls and a locked cage. Joshua moved closer to the gate and fingered the lock. He tugged on it gently, it did not move. He tugged on it several more times. No luck. Picking up a nearby fire extinguisher, he struck the lock until it gave. As he pushed the gate open it fell off the top hinge. He shrugged and entered the room.
It was obvious, even to the casual observer the cabinets had been untouched for decades. Layers of dust had to be more than an inch thick and he left his footprints wherever he walked. As he moved from cabinet to cabinet the locks gave way with a minimum amount of pressure. Joshua tossed them aside. He searched through the records. Nothing. He could not understand the reasoning for the antiquated security. The last of the 'special' storage cabinets revealed nothing of any particular significance.
Probing through the last of the drawers half-heartedly, Joshua felt his efforts were just an exercise in futility. He flipped through several empty folders with TOP SECRET stamped on them, but thought nothing of it. Totally disgusted, he slammed the drawer shut and turned to leave. Abruptly, he swung around, stared at the last cabinet, yanked open a drawer and pulled out the folders. TOP SECRET was stamped all over them, but they held no contents to consider highly classified, or anything else. Joshua shook each open folder. Nothing fell out. He put them back, patting each one into place.
His fingers brushed up against the edge of the folder. He felt something embedded in the corners. He ran his fingers over the coded file name ó EMMF-UT-SLV6-ACC10.
"Where the hell did that come from? It wasn't there the first time I looked...but it had to be." Now he realized what the code meant, why the folders were empty and the reason for the secured area.
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Chapter 1 : Excerpt
Contact
Houston 2055
Three years is not a long time but when you're trying to erase a memory it can seem forever. Sometimes, while walking across the base, the noise of a machine would startle Joshua. He would stop as if waiting for something. Other times, someone's laughter would bother him, anger him, and cause him to remember the violent churning static, the endless silence. What did happen out there in space? How could the starship disappear so completely? Joshua remembered sitting in that stark white hospital room three years ago listening, waiting throughout the night ópounding the video monitor with his fists, but there were no answers, no human voices. Now, more than ever, reports upset him, especially reports of disappearances. Why, he wondered, did it bother him so much when people, he did not know, mysteriously disappeared just because they happened to be in the right place at the wrong time?
His memories of EARTH STAR-I were bad enough, but his reassignment was worse. He was told his ear problem, a result of a viral infection, made it impossible for him to remain an astronaut. He could help, he said, training a new crew or being part of a design team for the next mission. After all, could SICOM afford to throw away a trained astro-biologist?
"Use me, damn it," he demanded. "Let me be a part of all of this."
The Space Intelligence Command (SICOM) agreed Joshua Morgan's talents were important and useful for the success of future efforts. But the budget cuts had trimmed down their teams, so all he could hope for now was a slot as a floating alternate. He would be used whenever and wherever SICOM had need of him. Joshua reluctantly agreed. So until a permanent slot opened up, Joshua was transferred to the Space Intelligence Alien Investigative Team. His job, as part of Alien Intelligence, was to investigate any unfinished cases of strange incidents that had occurred, and perhaps were still occurring. He closed the book on the last of his present cases. There was nothing to it. The man disappeared because he wanted to. Now Joshua was flying home and back to SICOM after two months of intensive field work in various parts of the world. He sometimes wished all of his cases were this easy, but then he would not have a job.
***
Back in Houston, life was more pleasurable. His office on the fourth floor of the Administration Building overlooked the entire base. Furnished during the days of prosperity he had many plush comfortable chairs, lush tropical plants and a large mahogany desk. Across the hall from his office, behind heavy glass doors, an environmentally controlled complex protected several highly sophisticated computers. It would be easy, he thought, to correlate two months' fieldwork.
Having entered the case file information into the computers Joshua returned to his office and sat back to wait for results. Old tapes and modern data crystals from other agents had been stacked on his desk, “Bury them or resolve them!” the note attached to the top stack ordered. How lucky can I get? He thought, smiling wryly.
Staring out the window he absentmindedly watched white puffy clouds expand and separate. Sighing he leaned over, inserted the first tape and turned on his recorder. He listened intently to each one of the individuals being interviewed as they related their experiences. They were intelligent and not easily frightened people but strange events had changed their lives. They had been witnesses to unbelievable occurrences. The data crystals weren’t anymore definitive, he discovered, when he inserted them into his computer. Joshua was skeptical yet, he had to admit, they seemed levelheaded and sincere.
He had not heard any of their stories before but here in his comfortable office each one sounded similar. How many of them, he wondered, were missing? Was there a rational explanation? Why had these people vanished?
He spent the entire morning talking to other agents and playing and replaying the voice recordings and data crystals.
"What the hell is going on? Am I crazy? People don't disappear. Humans are tangible. Solid entities." He rubbed one hand against the other. "No. It's not possible. It can't be."
The tapes have been around for years. He knew everyone had a crack at them and they came up empty-handed. No one really expected him to do anything about them. But the voices on the recordings haunted him.
Information from the computers confirmed his suspicions. There were many similarities. People who did not know each other, who lived in diverse places, were experiencing similar phenomena. Witness after witness repeated the description: "...suddenly there was a brilliant, blinding flash of light!" Some of the stories had been discounted. Missing people were found, or returned on their own. But certain cases could not be so easily resolved. Were they coincidences, or were the implications far more reaching?
Why should these people suddenly vanish? Joshua sat down at his desk and tabulated a long list of names. He could not find one common denominator. The missing people came from all walks of life. The less fortunate were as likely to disappear as executives, and children vanished as often as adults. There was no pattern.
Joshua ran another correlation check through the computers. This time he fed all the data he could find into the memory banks, beginning with SICOM's first reports of unusual events up to and including the information on the data crystals his "buddies" left on his desk.
He did not know what to expect, but learning that many reports were never investigated astounded him - like the Deming, New Mexico case. The Air Force was far more interested in the discovery of extra-terrestrial crash sites with body remains near Roswell, New Mexico than with bizarre disappearances, which the Air Force considered a 'local' problem. Youngs Creek, Indiana, among others, was another report that fell through the cracks. Then there were the missing children cases among others in New England. SICOM believed the local "Feds" should handle them.
Someone else would have dropped the whole thing, but not Joshua. He could not let go. If there was a linkage between people disappearing and his starship, he would find it or die trying. At least that was how he felt about it at the moment.
There had to be a link somewhere. But where? How? Something kept nagging at the back of his mind. Joshua had a feeling a trip to Washington, DC. might provide some clue. SICOM did not agree. Joshua argued that every effort had to be made. SICOM said he was wasting everyone's time.
"Maybe," Joshua said. "But if we don't try, we'll never know. Will we?"
***
Seventy-two hours is all they'll give me. Now how the hell am I supposed to check everything out in that constricted time? Joshua grumbled as he stared down the rows and rows of storage cabinets deep inside the government archives.
Hours later, the search through the records for all past and present disappearances brought him to the end of the last row and at the final cabinet. Nothing. Not a damn thing to give him any clue as to what had been going on.
Looking about, he saw a small storeroom with several cabinets inside. The area was surrounded by three steel walls and a locked cage. Joshua moved closer to the gate and fingered the lock. He tugged on it gently, it did not move. He tugged on it several more times. No luck. Picking up a nearby fire extinguisher, he struck the lock until it gave. As he pushed the gate open it fell off the top hinge. He shrugged and entered the room.
It was obvious, even to the casual observer the cabinets had been untouched for decades. Layers of dust had to be more than an inch thick and he left his footprints wherever he walked. As he moved from cabinet to cabinet the locks gave way with a minimum amount of pressure. Joshua tossed them aside. He searched through the records. Nothing. He could not understand the reasoning for the antiquated security. The last of the 'special' storage cabinets revealed nothing of any particular significance.
Probing through the last of the drawers half-heartedly, Joshua felt his efforts were just an exercise in futility. He flipped through several empty folders with TOP SECRET stamped on them, but thought nothing of it. Totally disgusted, he slammed the drawer shut and turned to leave. Abruptly, he swung around, stared at the last cabinet, yanked open a drawer and pulled out the folders. TOP SECRET was stamped all over them, but they held no contents to consider highly classified, or anything else. Joshua shook each open folder. Nothing fell out. He put them back, patting each one into place.
His fingers brushed up against the edge of the folder. He felt something embedded in the corners. He ran his fingers over the coded file name ó EMMF-UT-SLV6-ACC10.
"Where the hell did that come from? It wasn't there the first time I looked...but it had to be." Now he realized what the code meant, why the folders were empty and the reason for the secured area.
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