Ephemeral-D - Human Diaspora

Escaping coordinate

 "The Xemx that contacted us represents something alike our Red Cross and they won't interfere with Pemakan's interests on Earth as long they don't take military actions. We allowed them to remove a tiny fraction of human population to safer places along near uninhabited stars systems. For your full understanding I'll replay our last instructions."

General Furlong glanced at one of the nearby technician to play the recording.

"I am Garret, a symbiosis of human mind with the Xemx colony spaceship inner core. Call me Garret for now, I'm not prepared for extraction and to reach our final destination. I know of the pressing need of all fellow humans on the ground waiting for rescue. The Xemx technology are of great complexity for the human brain. The merging, as they call it, can take up several years, until this process concludes, and without harm, the spaceship can be in standby mode for millennia without degradation. Extraction coordinate: 38°53'21.7"N 82°58'26.1"E. Await new instructions. Garret out."

"Garret is my son's name General. I sent him, with others of our best youth, to the Xemx Human Partnership Program."

"Maybe the Garret pilot is your son, this gives hope to us all."

"Bright young man, my son. I know he's in good care." Chet said.

"I remember him keeping all those four legs robots in operation. Now we need to send those coordinates to our numbers station. Colleen must broadcast them as soon as possible." Furlong said.

"Your Colleen?" Chet said.

"Yes, my warrior daughter. You don't see each other for a long time, do you?"

"So many years have passed. So, is she operating the numbers station all by herself?"

"Pretty much. We're running short on personnel, and after we repelled a Pemakan troop that tried to take over the station, she stayed behind to keep it broadcasting important messages for our allies, as yourselves." Furlong said.

"Sir. Colleen didn't return our radio call and the numbers station went dead silent." Said the technician.

"That's not good at all. The Pemakan scum is behind it. Prepare an assault team ASAP, I'll see this for myself."

"Allow me to join you General. I can take my best men to assist you on this, all we need is proper firepower." Chet said.

"But you just arrived. We can handle it ourselves, thank you Chet."

"I insist. We can't let the Pemakan stop this message of utmost importance."

"All right then. Gear up and let's go." Furlong said.

Since the World War II We use the numbers stations to transmit encoded messages for the army intelligence. Many of them remained active, decades after it, and was an efficient way to communicate. With all electronic devices down, radio broadcasting is the only available way to keep the human resistance united.

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