Prologue - The Second Tlaloc War
“The plague of mankind is the fear and rejection of diversity: monotheism, monarchy, monogamy... The belief that there is only one right way to live, only one right way to regulate religious, political, sexual… affairs is the root cause of the greatest threat to man: members of his own species, bent on ensuring his salvation, security, and sanity.”
― Thomas Szasz
And so it was they gathered, enemy and ally, to fight a war kept secret from humans. A war, the spoils of which would be the Pearl of Sol, the deep, blue watery sphere of Earth.
For the second time in history alien battleships would darken the sun. But this time, the aliens were, in part, allies. They arrived sporadically, almost as if in shifts, fighters, cruisers and transports, they were Genetically Compatible races of the Orion Spur.
Unprepared for war, there were few Tayamni who were ready for battle, and fewer still prepared to compromise the Moral Code.
So, they would join a military alliance, the Kataru Alliance of Genetically Compatible races.
They arrived at Sol -- Amelu cyborgs, machines with human faces; aquatics from Atmehyt with great circling horns growing from the backs of their heads; Grey-faced Chava females who had evolved organic-armor; and three-gendered Enkara, all would come to defend Tayamni progeny, humanity, at the Second Tlaloc War.
A slender woman, appearing to be around 30, sat at a work table in her quarters. Her blonde hair, tangled in uneven strands, was tossed behind her shoulders. Against one wall was a cot with a cover thrown aside, as if she had just arisen. She wrapped herself in a shiny, lavender blanket as if she were cold. She seemed to stare into space.
She was not looking into a void, but rather at an image generated by artificially implanted lenses. Text and images scrolled by on a lighted display only she could see.
“Narrow timelines to the ten most probable,” she directed.
As one of six Elders present at Luna in 1962, Sagar had been assigned the task of assessing the impact of a young human boy to the Tayamni mission.
She sighed and leaned forward, putting hands over her eyes as if to blot out what she saw. She had tossed and turned for hours, unable to sleep, thinking about the boy.
“How many interventions to maintain timeline 496?” she asked.
“One intervention has taken place,” the computer voice stated. “Six additional interventions are required. Continual monitoring is recommended.”
Sagar leaned forward as if to move closer to the text. “Increase contrast,” she said.
“Interventions, roughly ten years apart are required,” the voice continued. “Human monitors between interventions are necessary to ensure the boy’s emotional stability.”
“Great!” she responded. “Where are we going to find human monitors?” She examined text on the display as if trying to find a solution.
“Clarify,” the voice said.
She sighed impatiently and swiped the image aside with her hand, examining the next one. “Can a war at 2030 be avoided and still accomplish the mission?”
“No such timeline is projected,” the voice responded. “War at 2030 is inevitable.”
She leaned back in her chair, looked at the center of the table and sent a telepathic command. A blurred image appeared at her point of focus, materializing into a cup of steaming liquid. Holding the cup in her hands, she relaxed. She sipped the beverage slowly. The tea brought alertness and calm. “Where am I going to find human monitors?” she whispered to herself.
“Data unavailable,” the voice responded.
“Not surprising,” she sighed. “How does our current timeline enable 496?” she asked.
“Enemy logistics are present in Sol system,” the voice said. “Trajectory of enemy transports indicate potential targets.”
She pressed her lips together, not understanding. “Which targets?” she asked.
“Jovian system,” the voice responded.
“How is this relevant to timeline 496?” she asked.
“Enemy settlements must be removed from Sol system to enable timeline 496,” the voice responded.
Her eyes widened, “Enemy settlements? What enemy settlements?”
“Data from Jovian Temporal Portal indicates enemy settlements will be established. Settlements must be removed by 1968 to enable timeline 496,” the voice continued.
She noticed a blinking indicator at the foot of the display. “Is there more?” she asked.
“Timeline changes beginning at 4,000 BCE will be initiated by events at 1965 AD,” the voice continued. “These timeline changes are required to maintain timeline 496.”
“I don’t understand,” she said. “How can changes occurring 6,000 years in the past be affected by an event that will happen three years from now?”
“Timeline changes beginning at 4,000 BCE, but initiated by events at 1965, enable timeline 496,” the voice said.
“How can this be?” she asked.
“No further data are available. Calculations and assumptions are made based on messages received at the Jovian Temporal Portal,” the voice said.
She looked down at the surface of the table as if trying to solve a puzzle. Looking back up, she continued, “Could you be wrong?”
“There is a gap,” the computer voice responded.
“Clarify,” she said.
“No messages are received from January 1963 through May 1967,” the voice responded.
“More information, please,” she said.
“No data are available,” the machine responded. “…probability is the Jovian Temporal Portal will be disabled.”
Standing, she moved her hand up, swiping the image down. “Send a transcript of this interaction to all Tayamni Elders immediately,” she ordered the device.
The light field generator in her lenses deactivated.