The Extra-Terrestrial Delivery

By Sudipta Das

In this third episode of the 'Planet Hoola' Science Fiction Romance series, author Sudipta Das traces the evolutionary path of the ascent of the alien Hoo race, on a far away planet. In this work, the author has wonderfully combined the entire spectrum, from Physics to Metaphysics, and merged poetry into prose to intriguingly illustrate the Big Picture. His realisations are telling and connect easily. A celestial comet is horrendously hurled towards Hoola, on a direct collision course. The collision could potentially wipe out all life on the uniquely colourful planet, including the technologically advanced Hoos. The impending calamity notwithstanding, the Hoos find themselves faced with yet another predicament that creeps up from within themselves. Meanwhile, silently blossoms love. Will the Hoos come around to overcome both the external and the internal obstacles that threaten their very existence? Or will they crumble under the weight of their own spectacular and vibrant, but often divisive, diversity?

The story of author Sudipta Das is the story of a guy next door who got struck by Divine grace, through a multitude of ways. Since boyhood, he has been fascinated and intrigued by questions about relative consciousness, existence and the world. With time, these early hazy ideas became clearer. The author endeavours to burst some of the fractional bubbles that we inadvertently create around ourselves, and to guide us towards the all-encompassing Whole. From his perspective and in his perception, the Supreme got the works done through this aspiring conduit by putting him through a series of fascinating and inspiring, extraordinary psychic and supernatural phenomena. These are few of the stories behind the story; the non-fiction behind the fiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: White Falcon Publishing
• Release date: Mar 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310161506

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The Extra-Terrestrial Delivery

Sudipta Das

The Extra-Terrestrial Delivery

First Edition

Published by White Falcon Publishing

No. 335, Sector - 48 A

Chandigarh - 160047

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Copyright © Sudipta Das 2016

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This book has been published in good faith that the work of the author is original. All efforts have been taken to make the material error-free. However, the author and the publisher disclaim the responsibility. Part of the work may be scary; reader’s discretion is advised.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents used in the book are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental. It is made clear that the views expressed by the author are his own and not that of government or organisation or body.

Chapter

The Backdrop

Sometimes, your experiences are so incredibly weird that the rest of the world finds it difficult to accept them, while you yourself cannot deny the truth of your own experiences. Something like that has been happening to me, Doctor Adam Smith, world-renowned psychologist and psychiatrist.

First, Kit arrived, seemingly out of nowhere, and claimed that he was from a technologically-advanced alien Hoo race from a far-off planet called Hoola, many a million light years away from our Earth. Taking him to be a lunatic, we put him in Cell Number 121 of our state-of-the-art asylum, under my direct supervision. Over the next two long decades, we continued to play our respective roles, I as Kit’s doctor and he as my patient. We became friends. But Kit showed no improvement. Then one day, he disappeared mysteriously from our asylum, leaving me his diary which contained vivid details of his earlier life on Hoola.

As I was struggling to figure out whether Kit was indeed an alien or just insane, I located him in the mountains. He was with his beloved, Ket. In a rather bizarre way, I accompanied them to their planet. For many years, I lived on Hoola, and witnessed many extraordinary things there. Then, under equally bizarre circumstances, I came back to Earth. To find, Earth had grown only seven months older while I had spent so many years on Hoola.

As if these were not enough, now Kit has sent me a technologically-amazing delivery from Hoola. The level of sophistication of the Hoo technology in this delivery is simply beyond the imagination and scope of the present-day human knowledge. How Kit managed to deliver it to me with such pin point accuracy, transcending millions of light years of space and as many years of time, is another mystery. However, the content of the delivery is most intriguing and invaluable. And this is exactly what compelled me to pick up the pen again.

Chapter

The Delivery

After coming back from Hoola, I gradually settled into my work as head of the asylum. I consciously refrained from mentioning my Hoolan experiences to anyone. No one would believe my incredible journey to the strange planet. Inwardly though, in my mind, I continued to struggle to balance and reconcile my experiences on Hoola with those gathered on Earth. As often happens, our external environment, by constantly bombarding our internal psyche with external stimuli, affects and absorbs our consciousness. So, earthly matters tended to gravitate my being towards them. Hoola, however, remained alive at the back of my mind.

Little did I know then, that I was to visit Hoola again, though not physically this time. It happened quite unexpectedly, one day.

That post-summer afternoon, I was taking a leisurely stroll through the pebbled paths in the beautifully maintained garden of the asylum. The asylum has a huge compound spreading over a thousand acres of land. And the garden is spread over one half of this land. It has many wide-trunked old trees, landscaped and hedged lawns, orchards, pools and bridges. As I walked amongst the old trees, the crunching sound of the dried fallen leaves under my feet, the occasional calling of the birds, the scent of the air, the afternoon sun hovering over the hills in the horizon and spraying its rays through the canopies and branches, took me to a seemingly authentic wilderness.

Then, out of nowhere and in broad day light, a shooting star flashed in the sky. The star grew larger till it appeared like a ball of fire. It must be a meteor, I guessed. It was coming straight towards the asylum... no, towards me! In a moment, several thoughts went fleeting through my mind. In a few seconds’ time, when this meteor strikes the Earth with its tremendous momentum and unleashes its kinetic energy, I, along with my surroundings, will be instantly vaporised. Our asylum will be history. Half the globe will be destroyed. The very life on Earth may be jeopardised. How could an event of such enormity evade the watchful eyes of the astronomers, the scientific community and the defence systems of the world? Escape was not an option. My whole life flashed through my mind. And I submitted myself to the unavoidable calamity.

But nothing of the sort happened. Before my amazed eyes, the meteor slowed down rapidly. About ten seconds after I had first spotted it in the sky, the round object whooshed past my left side. Instinctively, I dashed to the right and took cover behind a wide-trunked tree. A couple of anxious seconds passed. There was no explosion, not even the sound of the object hitting the ground. Filled with curiosity, I peeped from behind the tree. What I saw made me lose my wits.

Roughly five metres from where I was standing, there was this dazzling object, like a spherical diamond of the size of a basketball, suspended in the air, a foot above the ground. What is it? Where did it come from and why? I wondered.

Then I heard a husky, resonating, masculine voice calling to me. It said, Doctor, it’s me!

The soothing voice immediately turned my anxiety and curiosity of the past many seconds into surprise and joy. I stepped out of the cover of the tree-trunk. Standing before the alien object, I called earnestly, Kit, my friend!

Surprise of surprises! In a split second, Kit appeared before me, standing on the round object. In all his six-foot frame, medium but muscular build, luxuriant shoulder-length hair, that fair oval face with the smiling pink lips, the sharp nose and of course, those boyish brown eyes looking affectionately at me.

Wow, you are here again! I thought we would probably never meet again. But how did you manage to fit into that ball? How did you come here? As I spoke, I went forward to shake his hand. But my hand went right through him! Taken by surprise, I stepped back.

Kit smiled and said, This is not exactly me. This is my real-time three-dimensional hologram.

By now, I could figure out that, the ball had been slowed down during its descend and was kept suspended in the air now by the use of the advanced anti-gravity technology of the Hoos. The Hoos had unravelled the secret of the negative energy. But in spite of the evidence before me, I could hardly believe that a real-time projection of a hologram, over millions of light years of distance, was possible. Perhaps Kit read the scepticism on my face. He said, "Yes, Doctor. Our Hoo technology has become even better. Now we know how to bend space and bring two distant places closer.

We have also discovered that, certain entities of the universe are somehow always connected with each other. There is a possibility of continuous communication between any two of these entities, irrespective of the vastness of the distance between them. But this communication is so subtle that the turbulent galactic and inter-galactic noises easily overshadow it. Therefore, the communication may be established by subduing the disrupting noises. It is easier said than done. But herein again, comes the cutting edge of our Hoo technology. However, this technology is very expensive on the resources. So, we can only use it for a little while.

My astonishment knew no bounds. Anyway, I asked Kit, How are you? How is your better half, Ket? How are your children, Sook and Soor, doing?

Kit replied with a smile, We are all doing great. Sook and Soor have grown up. How about you, Doctor? How is everyone at the asylum?

We are fine here. I often remember my years on Hoola. I often remember you, I said.

Thus, after a few such pleasantries, Kit said, "Doctor, I know that you would like to know what happened to the on-going efforts to harmonise the multi-coloured Hoos. But you had to return to Earth abruptly.

"That is why I have sent you this gadget. It will take you through the great and significant events that took place on Hoola, after your departure from here. You will go through these happenings and be a part of them, of course, in a virtual world. However, I should tell you this - your experiences could become more real than the real. This will not be like a video-game. There may be real dangers lurking around. So, be careful.

There will also be incidents where you will not be present at the scene. All the happenings have been arranged in a sequence for your continuous experience. This communication is only for you. So, take the gadget to your quarters and live the experiences in your solitude.

With delight and excitement, I thanked Kit and proceeded to pick up the gadget. But, Kit smiled and forbade me, saying, Do not bother. Let the gadget follow you to your room. Then, you can follow the gadget into the virtual. See you there.

All I could utter was, Wow!

In the next instant, Kit disappeared. I turned and proceeded towards my living quarters. Looking back over my left shoulder, I saw the gadget following me like an obedient puppy, hiding behind hedges and shrubs so that no one else could see it. How will it hide its dazzling self in the buildings of the asylum where there’ll be tens of others moving through the corridors? I wondered. The gadget stopped behind a hedge near the entrance of the building. As I was trying to figure out what to do next, I heard Kit’s whisper in my ears, Don’t worry. Just go to your room. You will find the gadget there.

I could not imagine how. But, following Kit’s advice, I entered the building, walked through the corridor and up the stairs to my quarters on the first floor. On the way, I met a few of my colleagues and exchanged greetings. Then, unlocking the entrance door of my living quarters, I went inside. The next moment, the gadget just reappeared before me in my living room. I quickly locked the door behind me and asked curiously, How did you get here?!

Just zipped and zapped through the corridors and the stairs in a few hundred nanoseconds, much faster than any human eye and your surveillance cameras can see, was the reply.

I was astounded. A nanosecond is a billionth of a second. One nanosecond is to a second what one second is to about 32 years. This means that the gadget must have accelerated greatly from zero velocity to near the speed of light in an instant. It must have zipped from the hedge near the entrance of the building through the corridors and the stairs to my drawing room at that tremendous speed.