Project Rebirth 1: Fleets, #4

By Bernard Harold Curgenven

A project required rebirth! He needed a fleet of humanoid slaves, and he needed demons and serpents to control the humanoids. To achieve this, space needed to be warped and particle TTTT needed to be retrieved. What do we know about disrupted time pockets, the warping of space, and how it has affected our planet? It is time for the truth to be revealed about space exploration and mission failures, dummy projects serving as decoys to true events, the mythical time travel and UFO sightings. Does alien life really exist, or are all sightings a result of human intervention? Many sci-fi movies and factual-science books and documentaries have tried to answer these questions, but many of them may have been invented to mislead us, bearing in mind that truth is often silenced to avoid panic on a large scale. Project Rebirth is a story supported by actual recorded information and sightings. It is also a very interesting story based on my version of our past, present and future. Project Rebirth is a combination of science-fact and exaggerated science-fiction. It is published under the science-fiction category for obvious reasons.

Dear Sci-Fi comrades: You may require your 'sector identity and access card' to return to your time, so please don't leave without it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bernard Harold Curgenven
• Release date: Feb 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393241973

Book preview

The Coma of 1986

Dranreb Micholson was one of a few CIA operatives remaining in area 51, since the US Air Force had politely taken over the region, putting an end to the former project he had worked on so hard.

Dranreb had moved to Nevada in 1957, only two years after the secret testing facility was established. He had since been put through regular interrogation by unseen authorities. It was a top secret base after all, and as with all secret projects, there is always a risk of information being leaked to the public, and as with any secret information being leaked to the public, it was never contained and often reached the enemy, posing a serious threat to the security of the country. Dranreb and all his work colleagues were therefore under constant scrutiny, and they were subjected to an oath of silence and regular psychological evaluations, which included hypnosis.

Dranreb had flown article 33, the 33rd U2 plane built for the original Aquatone project. Due to the lengthy training period, he first got to fly solo when the project was succeeded by project Rainbow, before the plane was grounded permanently due to an obvious flaw in its stealth capability.

The U2 was designed to fly around 17 miles above the Earth’s surface, but it never did reach this altitude, since the mid-air explosion of article 32, a disaster that affected many pilots psychologically, not to mention the victim’s family.

Gone were the days of project of Aquatone and its successors, namely Rainbow and Oxcart. Without these former projects and the birth of the A12 jet though, there would be no development in true stealth. There would be no F-17 bomber with its unusual radar reflecting shape and radar reflecting paint. The F-17 with its 10N Ferite paint was merely a stepping stone though, and here before his very own eyes, many years since the birth of the top secret base, was the ultimate stealth machine. Here before him stood the pride of the US, the first successor to the B2 bomber, and the second to the F-17. The B2 drone was almost an exact replica to the manned veteran B2 stealth fighter, designed to make the enemy believe it was manned, not that the enemy could see it coming!

Dranreb Micholson climbed the ladder. He reached the open hatch and squeezed through the narrow opening in the cargo hold. The hatch was barely wider than his torso, which was understandable, considering the drone wasn’t developed to deploy large cargos. Article 104 was more a spy drone, equipped with hi-tech surveillance equipment and had the capability of carrying small nuclear bombs.

Lately there was little military activity deriving from the base, and most of his time was spent training and lecturing new graduates, that is until this project surfaced! Everything seemed so hush-hush, and even he was informed on a need to know basis, as if somebody didn’t trust him after all his years of dedicated service.

Dranreb sat up straight in the overcrowded cargo hold, and strapped himself in. His head brushed against the roof, and the soles of his boots pressed up against the opposite wall. Above the tips of his boots was a small safety-glass window, two feet high and a foot wide. He stared long and hard at the window, admiring the perfectly clear view of the false cockpit ahead. His viewing window was completely dust free and very clear, and the cockpit looked remarkably similar to the real McCoy. The pilot’s seat was almost perfectly flat, with the backrest in what many people would consider a sleeping position. Even the pilot looked real! Dranreb was vaguely familiar with the beta Android, as he hadn’t personally helped develop it, but he knew it would serve its purpose as a decoy, should things go wrong, and should they encounter an unexpected enemy or other hostile anomaly. US Air-Force personnel were highly trained, particularly the selected candidates working at the secret base in and about area 51, but still the imagination of the regular scientist left much room for unexpected and unexplained situations. Of course, being a scientist, it was his duty to find rational explanations for such anomalies!

The cargo-hold rattled. The window before him vibrated vigorously and his view became a blur. He lost sight of the dummy pilot. Dranreb tensed his muscles, taking deep breaths as he had practised time-and-time-again. He felt his pressurized suit press against his body from all directions. Thankfully his helmet wasn’t too loose on his head, so it couldn’t bash him in the face. He closed his eyes, as he had no option to ride it out. He had often been submitted to this torture for hours on end during training, but he really had no idea how long the real ordeal would last. Their scientific estimates could be way out, as the drone could be travelling at a different speed than originally anticipated, being subjected to different forces or anomalies than originally anticipated.

The G-force exerted on the 38-foot craft was beyond imagination, and the lone human occupant prayed and prayed, until he finally lost consciousness. He soon found himself in a quiet, weightless environment, still wearing a pressurized suit and still trapped in a tiny compartment, staring at the little peeping glass above the tips of his boots. The android in the cockpit seemed unscathed! Was Dranreb dreaming? Was he trapped on a different level of consciousness he was accustomed to?

Dranreb looked around him. Nothing seemed out of place! Everything was intact, including the instrument panel to his right, something he hadn’t noticed before. It consisted of a series of lights and buttons, and it boasted a small analogue screen. Above the square screen was a series of three switches, and they were named ‘camera 1’, ‘camera 2’ and ‘camera 3’ respectively.

Dranreb flipped the switch named ‘camera 1’ and the screen immediately lit up. It displayed a ball on a dark background. It took him a while to recognize the image on the screen, and he eventually recalled having seen the image in the NASA journal. He was looking at the picture taken from Hobble spacecraft. He was looking at the blue planet, his home planet! It was a spectacular view indeed, but not quite the image he had expected to see. The