Portal 2212

By Thadd Evans

Darius and his friends, occupants aboard an alien space ship, one these cloned humans landed on when they were infants, are headed for an unknown destination.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Feb 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781554879496

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Darius and his friends, occupants aboard an alien space ship, one these cloned humans landed on when they were infants, is headed for an unknown destination.

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Portal 2212

Copyright © 2011 Thadd Evans

ISBN: 978-1-55487-949-6

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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Portal 2212

Beyond Portal One

By

Thadd Evans

Dedication

To my mother, Nan Serrins

Chapter 1

I began thinking about a computer file, a document one of our robot guardians, Onen, had recently discovered aboard our MI9, a thirty-foot long spacecraft. Twenty years ago, not long after we landed on this two hundred foot diameter Woys vessel, an alien ship called IN5, he started searching for the document. The file, one that was difficult to find because its titles had been altered during our voyage, mentioned Dr. Upton’s team of Physicists, a group of scientists who lived on Laiplen, the planet where the MI9 and our cloned DNA was created.

According to page four, Laiplen was entering an ice age, an event brought on by air pollution, and an oncoming cloud of asteroid dust. Because of this catastrophe, Upton and his team had placed fifteen men and fifteen women’s cloned DNA inside a micron sized spaceship, our MI9. Then they injected the craft in a Planck-size aperture, a tiny black hole that only remained open for a billionth of a second.

After several months, Dr. Upton’s team had created 2500 holes, doors to parallel universes. Unfortunately, because most of the openings were unstable, they only injected thirty-one ships into thirty-one holes.

Dinen, the head of the President’s Accounting Office, an organization representing the entire planet, told Dr. Upton that sending the MI9 ‘s was a waste of time and money. Then he stated that Dr. Upton and his team should give up on this project and assist other Physicists, scientists who wanted to launch more two hundred foot long spacecraft.

In a meeting with Dr. Upton and Dinen, Dr. Hopely, the head of Global Physicists, an international organization, a group consisting of 12,120 Physicists, told Dinen that Dr. Upton’s team knew far more about quantum foam and micron sized black holes than anyone else on Laiplen. Nonetheless, Dinen kept complaining, saying Dr. Upton’s plan would never work.

When all of us, including my girlfriend, Lii and me, Darius, were eighteen, LR2, a six foot tall humanoid robot, an android that was similar to another robot named LR1, gave Dost cell phone-like devices called DACs, short for data conveyors, and told him that using them would help us understand IN5 more thoroughly. LR1 added that the DACs could be attached our ears or wrists, allowing for hands free operation.

Within minutes, Onen, Tress and Dost, our three-foot tall robot guardians, androids that had accompanied us from Laiplen, handed them to us. After we put the devices on, floating screens appeared above each DAC. On every screen, text explained that we would have to remain in our coffin shaped chambers eight hours a day, something we had been doing since we were two, or we would die of old age long before we reached our destination.

LR1 also mentioned there was a compressed laptop computer inside each DAC. If we took the laptop out, it would expand, making it easier to use.

Feeling curious, I looked to the right. At the bottom of a monitor, text indicated IN5 had just passed a red dwarf star.

On the outside wall of my chamber, a B shaped Woys hieroglyphic, an icon inside a triangle, enlarged fifty percent, indicating that my white blood cell pressure count was normal, and none of my bones were broken.

According to what Onen had recently told me, my circulatory system was intact. He also mentioned that my DNA had been altered. Several introns had moved farther up the double helix. But he wasn’t sure if that meant I had evolved or remained the same.

Near the middle of my floating screen, behind a bright red R Woys hieroglyphic, a turquoise background turned black. At the same time, the left side of the R vanished. Soon an X merged with the remaining R. I didn’t recognize any of these hieroglyphics.

As other hieroglyphics enlarged, I remembered our past. According to LR1’s English text notes, IN5 had deliberately decelerated, and our MI9 came to rest on the ship’s port side panel. Moments later, the panel slid inside IN5. LR1 picked up our tiny MI9, and placed it inside an observation chamber because he was programmed to support all humanoid life forms.

Within nine months, Onen, Dost and Tress took us out of our chambers and raised us.

According to Onen’s notes, from that day on, LR1 never answered any of his questions. He just kept staring at a computer screen.

About two years ago, while walking in a hall near the ship’s bow, an area we didn’t go to often because our living quarters were close to the stern, Dost noticed LR1, went up to him, and started asking him questions. But LR1 remained silent.

Several months later, when Dost was in that same area, he tried again. But the robot just walked away, never responding to anything that Dost mentioned.

Then Tress started following LR2. Without warning, LR2 morphed, changing into a string shape, and slid inside a hole, a waist high tiny opening that