Terra Nova

By David C. Garland

After a series of portentous dreams, Richard Moss is drawn to a secluded spot in Ashdown Forest. He witnesses a spacecraft landing and is taken to a distant planet called Terra Nova where inhabitants of Earth migrated 5,125 years ago. Terra Nova is ruled by a 'Great Leader' named Ezra who oppresses his people. Richard is imprisoned but then rescued by a cosmonaut named Noah and he joins the resistance, forcing Ezra out of power.
Richard learns he was brought to Terra Nova to equip him to return to Earth to help avert a similar disaster recurring there. He hears a Mayan prediction of an impending cataclysmic event as another cosmic cycle of 5,125 years is about to end. A deadly asteroid is heading for Earth which will lead to the extinction of its inhabitants unless a way can be devised to divert it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Acorn Books
• Release date: Jul 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781783338528

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TERRA NOVA

David C. Garland

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Part One

Out Of This World

Chapter One

Ashdown Forest in East Sussex mainly comprises tranquil, undulating, open heath land criss-crossed by winding, narrow B-roads. The lay-by where Richard Alexander Moss parked his much-loved car, a 1995 Mica Blue BMW M3, on a dusky, late June evening is typical of those in the area; its surface comprising a melange of crushed Portland stone and decaying concrete surrounded by an open fenced enclosure affording breathtaking views over the ancient countryside. He wasn’t sure why he was at this particular spot at this particular time on this particular day except for a fast fading recollection of a vivid dream the previous night, the contents of which unwittingly drew him to this particular spot. He left the lay-by and walked slowly along a bare, meandering path that became increasingly gloomy, shrouded as it was by the opulent leafy branches of overhanging trees. Suddenly he emerged into an open grassed area the size of several football fields. The rays of the setting sun, painting the area a garish series of yellows through scarlet, caused his eyelids to squeeze into black slits. He shook his head from side to side, several times, before looking skywards.

An intense, blinding light in the darkening sky was descending slowly Earthwards. Richard stared, transfixed, at a sight he had often imagined but never, in his wildest dreams, believed he would actually witness.

UFO’s are Richard’s passion. It began about twenty-five years ago when, aged five, he first watched the video version of ET, The Extra Terrestrial. He empathised closely with the characters in the film, especially the leading role of Elliot since he was the same age and, like Elliot, he also had an older brother and a younger sister. His parents Katherine and Terry were divorced, as were Elliot’s. The close parallels between the fantasy of ET and the reality of his own life unquestionably fashioned Richard’s development. Consequently, he became an obsessive UFO geek. Neither outstandingly handsome nor painfully plain, his face was square and full of character. To be brutally honest he looked very ordinary, so much so that he could merge easily into a crowd and be totally indiscernible. He was of average height and weight with incredibly clear blue eyes, thick wavy brown hair flecked with grey and a lean, finely-honed, figure that spoke of fitness allied to healthy eating. One was reminded of Hugh Grant in a foppish kind of way. He always dressed in neat, clean clothing, caring nothing for the constantly fluctuating whims of fashion. In fact there was nothing extraordinary about him other than an exceptionally high level of intelligence that he deliberately concealed beneath an impenetrable, relaxed demeanour.

***

He wasn’t scared, all he felt was overwhelming, gut-wrenching, excitement. The blinding light had become less intense, more subdued. It had taken on a bluish, electric hue as the huge saucer-shaped craft hovered and fluttered before his eyes like a hungry dragonfly, eyes that were now opened wide with amazed disbelief. The craft gently touched down with a satisfying whoosh followed by a long, drawn-out sigh as if complaining the journey had been too long, too arduous. The smell of scorched grass mingling with an ozone-like aroma aroused him from the trance-like state into which he had subconsciously drifted.

He knew what was about to happen next. Without a sound a massive sliding door opened at the front of the craft, steps unfolded and reached out gingerly, tentatively, to finally settle with a satisfying squelch upon the verdant meadow. A mysterious grey vapour, reminiscent of early-morning fog rising from a cold lake, blurred the gap left by the open door. Shadowy figures appeared; he counted six humanoid forms slowly emanating from the gaseous cloud. They stood at the open door glancing around with seemingly mild disinterest as do experienced world travellers alighting after yet another long, boring, exhausting flight.

Six figures descended the steps one after the other and slowly approached Richard who was now standing spellbound, mouth agape, eyes wide, fearful, body shaking. The leading figure, taller than the rest, wore a dark blue, one-piece, buttoned overall, open at the neck. The roll-neck on his navy blue sweater hung comfortably around his neck adding to the appearance of calm informality. On his feet were black shoes, not unlike the black brogues Richard was wearing. His hair was cut in a modern style that would not have looked out of place in any pub or club in nearby Ambridge Wells, Richard’s home town. The other five were also dressed informally; in fact it was a lack of uniformity that set them apart. If he hadn’t known otherwise he would have thought they were the crew of a second World War submarine as portrayed in that heroic black and white film, We Dive at Dawn, starring John Mills. His overall impression of the six beings was one of calm, composed, unassuming professionalism

The outstretched hand was creamy white - otherwise there was nothing different about it. He could see veins, blue in places. There were four fingers and a thumb, the fingernails of which were immaculately manicured. Richard took the hand in his and shook, both the proffered hand and his own nervous, trembling body. Although not a word was uttered Richard heard the leading figure’s opening words.

‘I assume from your expression that we are not exactly as you imagined from your long study of extra-terrestrials."

The words popped into Richard’s head as if they had been spoken.

Do not be afraid, for we are not here to harm you. Just as Earth’s inhabitants are curious about extra-terrestrials, so are we curious about you and your version of mankind. We are here to determine what has happened on Earth since our forefathers left 5,125 years ago and whether any of the lessons we learned during our time can be passed on and acted upon, before there occurs a repetition of the catastrophe that was caused by our unwillingness to address and correct our mistakes!

‘Jesus Christ.’ The words slipped, uncontrolled, from Richard’s wide open mouth.

The mouth of the leading figure widened into a broad, white-teeth-revealing, gap.

‘Not quite,’ he replied. ‘But your astonishment is understandable.’

Instead of the initial thought transference words were now being spoken. The punctilious accent reminded him of his old form master from the grammar school he left twelve years ago; the same intelligent, confident intonation. It had the immediate effect of massaging his extreme nervousness.

‘ ... however, please enter our latest means of inter-galactic travel and, I am sure, you will be even more impressed and astonished.’

The interior of the craft was not as his study and research had led him to believe. It was circular in shape and the colour of the sky on a soft morning sunrise, not quite pink, not quite blue but a heavenly tint that somehow seemed surreally appropriate. There were no signs of controls, no arrays of flashing lights, no familiar high-tech computer systems and no apparent windows. Just a series of flat-screen luminous monitors covered with mysterious symbols resting on nondescript platforms in front of which were positioned white, high-backed swivel chairs.

Minimal or what? thought Richard as he surveyed the stark interior.

‘Yes, indeed, minimal describes it very adequately,’ answered the one he presupposed to be the leader. ‘This craft is the latest design, far in advance of the ones which were used to transport our ancestors to Terra Nova 5,125 years ago.’

Richard raised both eyebrows over gaping eyes.

‘I’m sorry, what did you say? Your ancestors left Earth more than five thousand years ago? That’s doesn’t make sense.’

The leader, for that is what he appeared to be, nodded slowly.

‘Be patient for you will become fully informed of everything you need to know in due course - but for now please accept without demur that which I am telling you, for it is most important that you understand where we are coming from, if I may put it in your vernacular!’

Richard shook his head.

‘This is bloody fantastic, impossible! I’ve studied everything, everything I could lay my hands on about space and extra-terrestrials, and I tell you I’m pretty clued up. But what’s this nonsense about your ancestors leaving Earth 5,000 years ago; do you take me for an idiot?’

The leader’s eyes widened. He shook his head slowly.

‘No I do not take you anywhere, at least not yet! All I am saying is, do not believe all you have read about extra-terrestrials,’ he said sagaciously. ‘The subject is pure, juvenile, fantasy.’

Richard snorted, then his lips broadened into a derisive sneer.

‘Huh, so the space craft that landed at Roswell in America with aliens aboard was just juvenile fantasy was it?’

A succession of nods from the leader indicated the apparent absurdity of Richard’s question.

‘Yes, I’m afraid that is exactly what it is. To be honest we have lost the odd space craft but never, ever on our frequent visits to Earth. The Roswell incident is known to us but we have serious doubts about its validity because study upon study by our most eminent scientists is unequivocal - intelligent life, as we know it only exists on your Earth and on our new version of Earth.’

He paused, noting Richard’s unconcealed distress resulting from his revelation.

‘Please accept my apologies for disappointing you but I am afraid your childhood stories of extra-terrestrials are nothing but that - childhood stories. It is certainly the case that my predecessors have made many visits to Earth over the millennia but, and you must believe me, there have been no crashes, no fatalities and no sightings. We have been most careful to restrict our visits to regions where habitation is sparse. The visits were purely for the collection of samples of plants and fauna that were omitted or not available when my ancestors left Earth for our new home.’

Richard now appeared even more stressed.

‘I don’t believe you,’ he snapped aggressively. ‘Roswell happened and could be proven if only the US authorities could be persuaded to release the evidence.’

Noah sighed the sigh of those who are privy to the truth.

‘I’m sorry to disillusion you but Roswell was part of a massive conspiracy, mounted by the US Government, designed not to squash the idea of UFO’s but to promote it. Flying saucers, alien abductions, crashed aircraft, underground bases in New Mexico, were all stories created by government agencies to provide an elaborate cover for highly-secret experimental aircraft and sophisticated weapons, from the eyes of foreign spies and, also, from its own citizens!’

Richard was about to leap to the defence of his strongly held convictions when the leader raised a warning, open palm, hand.

‘We will talk more about this later,’ he said quietly. ‘Your assertions are noted however. My name, by the way, is Noah.’

***

Noah Tullius Cicero can trace his ancestry to an unbroken line of scientists and early cosmonauts hosting an illustrious history of compelling scientific advances and courageous intergalactic exploration. His forebears were among the original settlers who left Earth for a new life on a virgin planet which became known as Terra Nova. He was proud, and quite often boastful, of being able to claim ancestors who were among those who helped plan and successfully complete a dangerous migration from a planet in imminent danger of extinction to another planet in a distant galaxy whose future was equally uncertain. Generation by generation, over the passing millennia, his ancestors had proven themselves worthy of inheriting the adulation and the honours which accompanied direct ancestry from the very first drafts of settlers.

His early years were spent at the best schools sharing an exciting childhood with his older brother Joshua and contemporaries which included, among others, Marcus Annius Verus, later to become City Prefect and Minister for State Security in Leviticus, the capital city of Terra Nova. Marcus was a good, loyal friend and remained so through the years leading up to the selection and subsequent election of Ezra Caelius Aquila to the position of Great Leader.

Due to his frequent journeys back and forth to Earth on missions to collect DNA from animals and fauna for transposition into new life forms on Terra Nova, his reputation grew exponentially until he came to be regarded as the most prestigious cosmonaut on Terra Nova. Consequently he came to the notice of Ezra who, once munificent to a fault, heaped honours and financial rewards upon him during the first two four-year terms of the Great Leader’s rule.

All that changed dramatically when Ezra’s third term as Great Leader led rapidly to the imposition of laws that altered and ultimately destroyed the ancient democratic processes that were so sacrosanct as to be held previously inviolable upon Terra Nova. Slowly Noah’s admiration and loyalty towards Ezra and his governance began to wane as he witnessed the steady decline of all that his forebears had struggled so hard to achieve.

Burgeoning thoughts and questions about the future of Terra Nova accompanied him on his most recent return to Mother Earth when his task was to seek, meet and transport a certain Richard Alexander Moss back to Terra Nova.

Once again Noah’s mission was successful. After Richard was primed to rendezvous at a lonely expanse of meadow-like ground in Ashdown Forest via a series of compelling dreams, Noah and his crew transported him to Terra Nova where he was scheduled to begin a course of intense study and indoctrination, the purpose of which was to prepare Richard for the critical task of saving his version of Earth from repeating the same ruinous mistakes before it became too late to rectify them.

Chapter Two

The blue BMW M3, its driver’s door still wide open, was found early the following morning by a man walking his two dogs over the forest. Of the driver, Richard Moss, there was no sign. BBC South East, the local television station, ran a short item in its lunchtime news broadcast which included interviews with family members, photographs of Richard on his own, others with his family and a poignant one of him lounging comfortably on the bonnet of his much loved car. The programme’s presenter Joan Rooney, coincidentally a close friend of the Moss family, fought to control her tears as she implored anybody who may have seen Richard to get in touch. A series of contact telephone numbers appeared on the screen.

‘I hope he gets in touch soon,’ beseeched his tearful 27-year-old sister Emily when interviewed by Ms. Rooney. ‘Richard has never done anything like this before; something terrible must have happened!’

His elder brother James’ reaction was more subdued.

‘It is against Richard’s nature to simply disappear. And I can assure you,’ he added light-heartedly, ‘that, even though he is an insatiable space geek and believes in extra-terrestrials, he has not, repeat not, been transported by aliens! I know, from his point of view, that something such as that would be way beyond his wildest dreams and far too implausible to even consider!’

Members of the Territorial Army, requisitioned from barracks sited on the edge of Ashdown Forest, plus numerous volunteers, fine-tooth-combed the area adjacent to where Richard’s car was found. Inadvertently discovered, via a zealous volunteer armed with a metal detector, were the remains of a Hurricane, a World War Two fighter plane, buried almost two metres under earth covered by a tangle of summer’s lush growth of grass, weeds and multitudinous wild plants.

‘It’s an ill wind that blows nobody some good,’ remarked the zealous man with the metal detector upon being informed that the remains of the pilot were found in the plane’s cockpit. Royal Air Force personnel eventually arrived and assiduously collected the remains for eventual burial in a military cemetery. ‘Now all we have to do is to find Richard Moss.’

Two members of the local police force eventually turned up, took some photographs and had Richard’s car towed away to a police pound. Nothing was found which could account for his disappearance. A few days later a short item appeared in the local weekly newspaper, The Clarion, under the headline, LOCAL MAN MISSING. Speculation as to Richard’s disappearance mainly centred upon a possible loss of memory. Richard’s parents, although divorced, made contact and commiserated with each other. If their actions and words provided any indication, they appeared to be set on a course leading to reconciliation. His best friends and workmates were equally mystified as to why a steady, basic, no-surprises kind of individual, would suddenly disappear without a trace. Charles Wilson, his boss at Alcan Enterprises, an Ambridge Wells based company in the information technology business, was his usual stoical self.

‘Richard is a very confident, self-assured man who knows how to look after himself. I believe, without a shadow of doubt, we will hear from him within the next few days and there will be a simple explanation for what has happened!’

That evening in Richard’s local hostelry, The George and Dragon, his friends offered toast upon toast for his safe return and none more so than Julia Brownstone, a very close, intimate friend. Jules, as she is affectionately known to those closest to her, unashamedly wept in her own company in order to avoid the inevitable, good-natured, ribbing that would inevitably accompany any public display of grief. She also avoided revealing the fact that her tummy was swelling slightly on a daily basis now that she was three months pregnant. She and Richard had agreed to marry before the birth but Richard’s disappearance has cast a dark, foreboding cloud over their plans and Julia now harbours interminable fears for their future and that of her as yet unborn child.

***

‘Did you say your name is Noah? That was the name of ... ’

‘Yes, that is exactly what I said - Noah Tullius Cicero to be exact. Noah was a very popular name during our time on Earth. It has survived and remains popular on Terra Nova today.’

Richard eyebrows bunched questioningly.

‘Terra Nova? Is that where you are from?’

Noah nodded.

‘Yes, it means New Earth of course, from the Latin, a language and a way of life that was revived and is still sacrosanct throughout Terra Nova. The early settlers believed that most of Earth’s problems arose from the inability of various creeds, races, colours, nationalities to converse with each other in a language common to all. So, in the first millennium, a leaf was taken out of the Roman’s book and Latin became the common language. That has since changed and the English language was eventually adopted since it is has far greater utility, especially for those of a scientific mind. But more on that later... please, be my guest, follow me...’

Noah led Richard towards a dormant monitor positioned on a lone desk situated at the rear of the cabin.

‘Please, join me here,’ said Noah. ‘I will show you the location of Terra Nova on a celestial map. Otherwise it will take hours to explain its whereabouts.’

Noah sat down at the blank monitor and waited patiently until Richard joined him. Peering over Noah’s shoulder, Richard looked anxious, nervous. His eyes opened wide with astonishment when the blank screen burst into vibrant, colourful life.

‘How did you do that? I didn’t see you do anything!’ stuttered Richard, the knowledge gained from a series of successful Microsoft technical training courses thrust to the forefront of his mind.

An eloquent, enigmatic look appeared on Noah’s face.

‘You must understand Richard that the inhabitants of Terra Nova have more than 5,000 years advance on you new Earthlings! Well, not quite that many years to be strictly correct. You see , by the time our forebears had settled Terra Nova and laboriously duplicated the conditions they had left behind on Earth, something between 3,000 and 4,000 years had passed. The last 1,000 odd years has seen an amazing growth in our knowledge in all forms of science, the universe that surrounds us and the awesome power of the force that created and controls it. The entity you refer to as God is the one we deferentially refer to as The Creator for that is what he is and so He shall remain omnipotent until the end of time.’

Noah looked benevolently at Richard. He then turned and scanned the screen with eyes that had become intensely focussed. The irises appeared to have changed colour from dark brown to steel blue, any movement of his eyes, up, down, sideways, wherever he glanced, caused the figures and symbols on the screen to appear and disappear in accordance with unperceived orders issuing from his brain.

Beats using a mouse, thought Richard, marvelling at the ease with which Noah was scrolling through innumerable pages of complicated data.

‘You are most amusing,’ said Noah without taking his eyes off the screen. ‘But you must bear in mind that my forebears on Earth also progressed from very basic forms of mechanical calculators, to early computers and then onto super computers whose power and complexity at the time was thought to be state-of-the-art, never to be surpassed. My advice to you Richard is never say never. It is a lesson I have learned that I will never repeat.’

Noah smiled at his unintended witticism and was a trifle surprised to see that Richard’s face remained impassively studious. He decided that perhaps the humour that appealed to new Earthlings had changed and, in future, he would have to be careful not to assume that their evolutionary process had resulted in an exact personality match to his own kind.

‘Richard,’ he said quietly. ‘Look closely at the map. You have heard of the constellation of Andromeda no doubt?’

Richard nodded. However, a brief glance at the incredibly complicated celestial map immediately scuttled his intent to appear even minimally knowledgeable.

‘There are several galaxies within Andromeda, the one where Terra Nova is to be found is known by Earth astronomers as Galaxy M-3l but we have our own name for it - we know it as Hercules. However let’s put that aside and concentrate on showing you exactly where Terra Nova is to be found. I’ll try not to confuse you overly so we’ll dispense with extraneous detail.’

Noah paused for a moment. He turned and glanced at Richard - a look of avuncular concern crossing his features.

‘But you are looking somewhat tired,’ he said. ‘Caused by nervousness perhaps and that, my friend, is the last thing we want at the outset of a most important relationship. Do not worry, we can study the celestial map later. Allow me... ’

Noah rose from the chair and turned to face Richard, his hand raised. With a click of the fingers, Richard froze and, for him, all became black.

Chapter Three

‘How are you feeling Richard - less nervous and less tired I trust?’

Noah’s taciturn face was the first sight confronting Richard as he opened his eyes and slowly lifted himself up onto his elbows. The glaring light above the bed on which he was lying prostrate reminded him of the operating theatre where he underwent a spinal surgical procedure some years ago. Other faces were visible in the background; all wore inquisitive looks that caused an involuntary shudder to invade his body.

‘You haven’t done anything to me, have you?’ he demanded, thinking of the many melodramatic claims made by people allegedly taken by aliens and then, also allegedly, being operated upon. ‘You haven’t opened me up?’

Noah assumed an understanding look, then slowly shook his head from side to side, indicating empathy with the questioner.

‘Opened you up? No, no, of course not Richard. You must, I implore you, ignore all those ludicrous reports you have read. I assure you no one from Earth has ever been taken aboard a space craft and no one has ever been operated upon. Ask yourself a simple question. Why? Why would we need to? We from Terra Nova are, as I have already explained, the ancestors of mankind and our bodies are exactly like yours, except for some minor changes for the better which have resulted from the natural process of evolution, plus some meticulous genetic engineering. For example, our ability to converse by thought transference is something that has been acquired, because we have had the benefit of thousands of years to evolve than has your version of mankind. That, Richard, is a simple fact and the same progress will occur on Earth if the catastrophes that caused us to migrate to another constellation can be avoided.’

Richard wore a look of dazed puzzlement.

‘Why do I feel different now than when we first met?’

Noah nodded knowingly.

‘You were nervous, confused, unsure, scared. That is to be understood; anyone in the same circumstances would have reacted exactly as you have done. So, to help you relax, we administered a potion that is used on Terra Nova for those with similar problems. It is perfectly harmless with no side effects and will help you to help us. Allow me to explain.’

Richard sank back onto the bed and rested his head on a pillow so soft it felt as if he was floating on a cushion of warm, seductive, air. Thoughts of a recent vacation in Barbados came to mind, the cooling breezes, the blue translucent waters, the white sandy beaches, the overwhelming feeling of peace, tranquillity and pleasurable well-being.

Mmmmm, this is good, he thought dreamily.

‘That is exactly our intention Richard.’

The thought transference and reception mode had once more kicked in.

‘Now I want you to lie perfectly still, relax and listen carefully to the following. My story is a very brief history of our time, it covers the period we, your ancestors, spent on Earth that ended so disastrously in the Great Flood that wiped out most of mankind.’

***

‘There is but one God, The Creator,’ began Noah. ‘And everything that is within the Universe is of His design. Without the acceptance of that basic premise nothing I can say or do will be of any use. Mankind has to be persuaded to accept a belief in one, all powerful, being. The mistake we, your ancestors, made was to arrogantly assume we could divide God into portions that suited our own, selfish beliefs. We had competing religions whose origins were based on fear, power, oppression, submission, greed plus a host of other reprehensible concepts. We defied the true God by worshipping the gods of wealth, possessions, power, celebrity and material gain, to the detriment of the poor and needy. In short we created a world where only the strong flourished and the weak were treated as pawns to be used, moved and shunted around at the behest of sleazy, corrupt governments, multi-national companies and autocratic dictators.’

‘The first four thousand years of our time on Earth was a period of stabilisation and relative peace but, by the time of the fifth millennium, anarchy ruled throughout the world. Pre-emptive wars were regarded as necessary and commonplace, death and destruction was accepted as the norm. Famines, plagues, earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, volcanic eruptions and severe weather conditions were the result of The Creator’s constant reminders that His creation was being misused and abused.’

‘Towards the end of the our fifth millennium the great ice caps of the North and South Poles began to melt and the level of the seas rose so that low-lying land became submerged. Millions died not only from drowning but also from starvation due to crops failing as the world’s temperature rose by several degrees due, it was postulated, to global warming and global dimming. Huge areas of the Earth became dust bowls. Where there was once lush farm land so it became sterile, arid desert. Nothing grew and life became unsustainable. The Great Pyramids at Gaza, once the centre of a vast metropolis set in thousands of square miles of verdant land with life-sustaining rivers running through it, were left like stranded whales on a vast, lifeless beach. Terrible wars took their toll. The area that you now term the Middle East was not only detrimentally affected by the consequences of global warming but, in addition, by the indiscriminate use of nuclear weapons in battles between two of the world’s major religions. Entire civilisations perished, beautiful cities were destroyed, entire populations were wiped out and the result? Yet more desert wastelands. But this time not only was the entire region rendered useless but it was also poisoned by radiation and became uninhabitable. These ominous signs of impending disaster were clearly the beginning of the end but pompous, self-interested governments ignored the signs and nobody, but nobody, in authority had the courage, the wisdom, the common sense, to act meaningfully to stop the insane descent towards the inexorable demise of our world.’

Richard was dumbstruck. A look of shocked disbelief disfigured his face. Noah acknowledged the silence with a slight nod then continued his narrative, speaking softly, reassuringly.

‘It was decided by an influential group of enlightened scientists, gathered from all nations, races, colours, creeds and religions throughout the Earth, that an orderly migration to what became known as Terra Nova, should take place. In our year 5,125 over one hundred thousand migrants left Earth and established settlements on the virgin planet. Carried on board those early spaceships were the DNA’s of every known seed and plant on Earth; the same for animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea. DNA from every species was transported so as to enable reproduction, and eventually procreation. Everything, but everything, with a proven utilisation was gathered that would enable the recreation of the conditions on Earth without the interminable process of natural evolution. Conversely, we left behind those things which were of no value. You will not, by way of example, find a single mosquito, a locust, a house fly, a venomous snake, to name but a few, or any other being that caused disease, pestilence or famine and was of little or no use on the original version of Earth.’

Noah was visibly warming to his task, he carried on, leaving Richard mute, transfixed.

‘The following year the great flood that had been forecast for eons occurred on Earth. Only those who had the ability and the opportunity to move close to the summit of mountain ranges survived.’

Noah paused and looked Richard directly in the eyes.

‘It was those survivors who procreated and became the ancestors of what you now refer to as humanity.’

Richard was staring, eyebrows crunched in scepticism at Noah’s astonishing revelations. Noah returned his stare, his soft brown eyes somehow calming Richard’s racing senses.

‘If what you are telling me is true, it explains so much,’ Richard said softly. ‘Our knowledge of the past has been based upon ancient teachings, biblical theory, archaeology, anthropology, ethno historians, evolutionists, linguists, geologists, all setting out their own theories about the origins of humanity. We know for