And Atlantis had existed tomorrow, Justin Mader [snow like ashes TXT] 📗

and we kept the ropes around our bodies wrapped. In the second floor, we could see rudders on the left and the right-side protruding from the hull. However, we could not detect thwarts for the rowers, but merely peculiar hinges, that led in turn to a drive shaft set parallel to the ship. That means that the control surfaces were connected to a shaft and the shaft led further into the rear portion of the vessel. We grabbed more quickly additional carbide lamps and then penetrated further into the stern of the ship. We had to clear away and pass quite a few open doors numerous debris. Although we did not know how many meters toward the bow the Bireme stuck in the rock, but it had a width of about 8 meters and so far, we had advanced about 30 meters towards the stern. For comparison to a known Bireme, this ship was huge!

Finally, after 39 meters was the end. We faced a massive steel door that absolutely could not be opened. But Paul was not discouraged. I could be see numerous ornaments of Egyptian coinage. He pressed here and there and tried to move a part of the ornamentation there. And indeed, suddenly a tinny voice came out of the wall that made me terribly frightened and repeated the same wording again and again. Paul pulled some peculiar bones out of his canvas bag, built this together to a peculiar rhomboid, to the 'bone mask', like he said and pressed it into his face. Eyelids and mouth were covered by these knuckles and then he began to speak in a foreign language at once and to warp his face in strange way. After a few minutes the door opened as if by magic.

I already wanted to enter the room, when Paul held me back with an iron fist.
"No, not again. That we had in Saïs too!" Then he rummaged in his linen bag and pulled out another 'bone mask'.

"Press it into your face!" I did it and regretted it at exactly the same moment. Suddenly I felt that at the points of contacts I was drilled with teeth in my face and a terrible pain ran through my body. But from one second to another the pain was gone and I heard a commanding voice.

"Biological unit is not identical with astrolabe authorization license Omega one three! New entry for Zeta five four four necessary from now on! Show permission chip!" Paul rummaged again in his linen sack and pressed one of its metal plates into an opening slot.

After some seconds, another message came from of the guardian voice.

"Confirmation sequence for Zeta five four four accepted. Biometric data will be recorded." At once an area near the door in the form of a hand glowed on in green.

Paul nodded at me approvingly and I put my hand on this green area. Then the hand disappeared and a red flashing light took its place.

"With the right eye just look into the red light, from about 5 cm distance", he demanded.

"Entitlement license Omega one four awarded. Stored credentials and genetically imprinted on the biological structure and on Astrolab." Again, a pain ran through my body.

Then the light phenomena disappeared suddenly. Paul nodded at me encouragingly and I followed him into the adjoining room. I was terribly stunned and could only follow him staggering. What had happened to me and what does all this mean?

Paul said: "Fortunately, we have here only a much simpler Atlantic unity in front of us, thus the initialization procedure is much easier than I had to process in Saïs."

I understood slowly. It was the same procedure that he and Paul had experienced in Saïs. We obviously moved in a ship of Atlantis.

In the back room, I could see technical equipment, which was equipped with exotic ornaments and graphics. In addition to an obviously already rotted chair numerous levers were attached that led downward. Through a gangway, we came down a further level and we could see a huge machine there. I could recognize the two drive shafts that ended in this machine. Some converting shafts, cylinders and joints were flanged to the engine of this side. All fittings were almost seamlessly, so welded together without seams, but they were all covered with a thick layer of rust.

"I would call this thing a steam engine. I can recognize the same detailed forms in the steam engines of the HMS Irresistible."

We took some photos of all these objects, and out of the chair we broke off a piece of rotten wood and put it in our canvas bags. But a reaction we could not provoke by these apparatuses, maybe that the machine was too rusty to work.

However, as we entered another room, in one corner we were able to discover a strange tube with a peculiar box on it that even had set rust too. Nevertheless, we could discover an embossed signature on the one end and that was not performed in Egyptian or Phoenician characters. There we could read in Latin letters "FIM-92J US ARMY 2009". We carefully photographed this too. Otherwise we could but see no farther highlights. We went back to our relegation hole and let us pull up by the waiting soldiers. In the next day, we would be able to recover some exhibits with the help of our assistants.

The next morning, however, expected us a nasty surprise. A colonel of the Turkish army was waiting for us and led a loud discourse with Paul. Papers were presented and exhibited emotionally pushed aside. As a final reaction, Paul saluted suddenly and the Turkish colonel disappeared satisfied with his vehicle.

"What happened?" I asked.

"We have to cancel all here, immediately! Allegedly the Englishman plans tomorrow a major offensive and because every soldier is required, we have to go now. And yes, we can come back then here. But the war has primacy!" Paul said sarcastically.

The next day, it was August 21, 1915, Paul checked the own Turkish emplacements, called "position 60". Everything was prepared, the Englishman had no chance. Everywhere at the neuralgic points machine guns were mounted overlapping and the Englishman who had to go through a canyon and a dry creek bed and then had to storm up a steep hill, would stand in the crossfire.

I was considered as Paul's "batman" and thus with binoculars I could watch from a retracted position what happened on the battle front.

It was early in the morning. It was a bright day again and the sun already burned down quite well in the morning, even the Zykadeen had remarked it and a lively concert had already begun. Only a few clouds I could see in the sky.

What's about clouds? I watched through the binoculars eight clouds which appeared suddenly, so about 250 meters long and 50 meters wide and very compact. Like clouds they did not look real. Suddenly one of those things lowered and placed exactly over the canyon in front of us. That thing was amazing, because it covered the entire entrance of the canyon, it was fog-like without actually being a mist, was huge and pale gray looking, yes, looking so much like a bread of the French pan loaf. And strangely, although there was a slight wind, the clouds absolutely did not move.

After a half-hour artillery hail I could see our enemy marching toward to us, a full English regiment marched there to our lines and crossed the dried-up river bed. They marched ahead with the flag, there was also the name of their unit, the "5th Regiment of Norfolk".

Suddenly the sound of Zykadeen stopped, as if they had known what was coming to them. Then suddenly a gigantic cloud of dust and a flash and then a noise that was all too familiar to me. Turkish artillery fire surged on now. And already the first salvos met exactly the British unit. Nevertheless, the soldiers marched on like as machines. And in the midst of their ranks the shells felled on now. But they moved on further unswervingly, the flag bearer at the top. And now ... now it was interesting, they walked without stopping on this peculiar cloud, ... and broke into it, as in a wall of fog. In rows of eight, in lockstep. It took a few minutes before ... now all the soldiers had already disappeared in the fog and ... actually now the first of them had to appear on the other side, two hundred and fifty meters further, must come out there. But there was nothing!

And there, as if the cloud just waiting for the last man, it now rose from the ground and floated now up to us, to the direction of the Turkish battle front. It covered the Turkish positions and ... of course, also Paul was there and then very slowly, like a flying object, it rose from there to vertical. Their outlines were perfectly clear. Its substance obviously so compact that it even reflected the sunlight. From the floating mass sometimes twitch strange forth blinding flashes.

And where the English regiment marched, there was nothing, only the dried-up river bed. The four hundred English soldiers and Paul were ... away. They had obviously been absorbed by this unimaginable fog formations, which continued its flight now. It rose further, eventually placed on top of the sky to the seven-similar small bread-like clouds. Then it merged with them, thus forming a compact mass, which disappeared immediately to the north. Neither of the 5th Regiment of Norfolk nor of Paul ever has heard anything again. They were gone, as if they never existed.

Now robbed off my patron, I could only have deposed me slowly during the subsequent turmoil of the battle. I caught the exhibits that Paul had left in the camp, inviting in an Army command car, clothed me with Paul’s second uniform and drove off into the hinterland.

My subsequent escape across Turkey, via Greece, Germany and England and at last back to America was stunning and suicidal. In the short term in Greece I impersonate myself even as Agamemnon Schliemann to finance my escape. But in 1917 I finally arrived in New York and was able to continue my studies. Finally, where I met your grandmother, but that's another story!

Time Flash!

2012 AD Solar System one

... 6.9 billion people were killed! All who were present in the Haunebu III, which served as a command ship, staring at the screens of external observation. Where once the earth had existed, there was only a slowly forming diverging debris field, interspersed with a few gaseous plasma clouds.

The reactions of those present were different. Somewhere still looking to the scene smiling, due to the previous triumph of victory. They believed everything was still normal, they had not even noticed the consequences of the events. The others looked only shocked to the monitor screens. Others turned away with horror, and still others beat their hands to their faces and shook their heads repeatedly. Some bottles of champagne burst in thousand pieces, where they had been carelessly thrown to the ground. I also looked absently and headless to the scene, with my left hand I groped looking for the hand of Tamara, finally I found her and squeezed. Obviously, she was similar in sense, because she allowed this touch and she even laid her head on my shoulders and I enjoyed this touch.

So about three minutes had passed since the destruction of the earth, when the six ships of Quorx suddenly gained momentum and after a few seconds later they disappeared in large, suddenly appearing wormhole funnels.

At last there was a movement in our ranks.

"Why we have not bombarded them with our KsK-guns and sent these damn dogs into the sun? The Grey said, there we would have a possibility!", one of the military headers let hear.

"Now we had had the opportunity to repay them the debt, what they did to us! But now..."

"Yes, yes, who takes up the sword will perish by the sword!" was heard by the Chinese premier.

"On the other hand, who fights can lose. Who does not fight already has lost!" could be heard by someone of the crew of Putin.

Now they all were right, but: "What another fight make sense now?" suddenly someone said. Until I realized that even this one person I was.

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