They had gathered on the largest island, once the top of Mt. Koziaosco, the highest Australian mountain, now little over fourteen hundred meters above sea level. They were being addressed by the military and The Elites were nervous, something was wrong. They had all seen the show of force on land and sea. Jets screeched across the skies like impossible and angry parrots, and fully armed trimarons patrolled the seas. Drones peeked at them and buzzed away, then broadcast holograms of the thirty new islands as if it was day time television. However something was very, very wrong. They thought they were living in a rough cut Eden, an Eden they had deserved through their brilliance. Who threatened them?
"We are under attack!" Was the first thing The General said. There were bewildered intakes of breath. Captain Grady shifted his stance at the General's side. These people weren't a rabble, he thought, they're The Elites, they believe what they see with their own eyes, not what they are told. They would need more than The General's headline, and The General went on:
"We are not alone, there are others."
"Aliens?" Shouted a Vet, and Grady noticed movement on the edge of the two thousand gathered. The movement belonged to the military plain clothes, as if the Vet had hit a chord and they wanted the Elites to consider it the possibility. The General shouted:
"Who knows? Neanderthal, Homo Erectus, Desovians? " There was considerable confused silence, was this a history lesson? Then muttering. Then the Vet reverberated their collective minds:
"We brought back an old species? Figured out deep DNA?"
"No. they have always been here." The General spoke quietly, regretfully. "They have helped us, wanted us to, succeed, but now they have turned on us. They have given powers to random survivors. It seems they want us to strive, fight - and we will! We've got Prophet! It is ours to weild." The passion in The General's words made the two thousand shift their body language.
"There is an Island! A man named 'Sean' lives on it who has been given an ancient power! We will attack! Destroy him and his 'friends'. There is raft, a boy steers it known as 'Jimmy' a mob of teenagers sail with him! We will sink it!" The General paused, and held his ear. Captain Grady cringed and hoped The Elites sniffed something awry. The General at last spoke:
"We are alone as a race. The Americans beat their own drums, The Asians are clinging to the Himalayas. The Europeans are waging ancient wars upon old mountain spines. We are alone and must defeat the ancient foe - or become savages that pry limpets off rocks to live."
Captain Grady at last spoke, low so no one else would hear:
"Macka? Does Macka live?" The General turned his face slowly saying:
"Perhaps."
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The Pole Shift
Science FictionEarth Crust Displacement, a theoretical and devastating geological event supported by Albert Einstein. What if it was about to happen, what if we knew it was upon us? What if some of us were being watched . . .
