Atlantis: Space

By Tim Garner

The final book in the ATLANTIS series/ saga, :SPACE both takes in new, and begins to send out… its exotic and farout emissaries from and to, way out there…!
The post-Atlanteans are refining their plans, rechecking their flight credentials, assembling their crews and plucking out the right ship from their fleet for THE trip…..of all voyages…
Having explored subsurface Earth, ‘landed’ back, now gone into orbit, the Atlanteans haven’t quite ‘landed’ just yet… There is apparently much much more still to discover…..its going to be a wild ride… So keep those engines and thrusters…and your imaginations… fired up ! !!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669807032

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Atlantis: Space

Tim Garner

Copyright © 2022 by Tim Garner.

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Rev. date: 02/22/2022

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Contents

Book III

Chapter 238

Chapter 239

Chapter 240

Chapter 241

Chapter 242

Chapter 243

Chapter 244

Chapter 245

Chapter 246

Chapter 247

Chapter 248

Chapter 249

Chapter 250

Chapter 251

Chapter 252

Chapter 253

Chapter 254

Chapter 255

Chapter 256

Chapter 257

Chapter 258

Chapter 259

Chapter 260

Chapter 261

Chapter 262

Chapter 263

Chapter 264

Chapter 265

Chapter 266

Chapter 267

Chapter 268

Chapter 269

Chapter 270

Chapter 271

Chapter 272

Chapter 273

Chapter 274

Chapter 275

Chapter 276

Chapter 277

Chapter 278

Chapter 279

Chapter 280

Chapter 281

BOOK III

The author is a highly imaginative and creative craftsman who has been called a ‘wordsmith’ by Ed, an elder fellow writer from a decades-long creative writing group. As well as ‘a great storyteller’ by Tim, another old wise friend.

While perhaps actually even done to most degrees, the message of the novel includes life IS out there and we just need to travel and seek it. The author relates and is highly motivated by astronomy, having seen the ring nebula, Jupiter and Andromeda, telescopically speaking.

The author has 3 poems published in an anthology, The Poetry Table, in 2017. It is a high caliber group of active poets (and a painter!). He is an art reviewer, artblogger of titled ‘Artblogspot Nova4Baza’ inspired by an artist friend (, Dasha Bazanova.) He wrote poetry, prose since adolescence, true to life journals-logs of his trips abroad, and enjoyed doing analytical English essays as a teen in school, and had a published short French piece in a high school publication. Another published high school piece was done in English. He has numerous (~250?) short, non/ poetry works written over the last decade and a half from Creative Writing Group led by Columbia students in NYC. He assembled a book of poets and artists posthumously, The Diamond Lens, for 2 of its 7 poets. He submitted an original article on Notre Dame, on fire in April 2019, to Time recently, thanks to encouragement from his fiancée, Nancy.

Chapter 238

While they were aligned in having completed a simultaneous entry into all the docking bays with their combination of industrial slick and steampunk post-civilization, they remained in communication with one another as the bays had doors for in person interconnectedness, where they could soon easily be reunited. It was till a fresh all around feeling of AWESOME.

The ships had decompressed just a bit and the first of the crews, after bracing themselves for the mission, were poking heads out of the cockpits and whirling their necks around. Calrantha was first to pop open from the airlock hatch and proclaim: okay, coast is clear- beautiful SkyParida watch out- here we are! It is an understatement to admit just how this was a time of pure, real, true excitement.

We are here! yelped Calrantha and Ojankir in simultaneous excitement, popping their heads above the cockpit berths in the same ship, looking around and at each other in major uncontrollable excitement.

"Lets make a plan to disembark and more fully explore this thing, to really prep her, but lets take some moments to take and revel in the shiny, amazing still fresh Spacecity! We are now in the docking bay, and must make our way to the mainframe memorybanks for the uplink as soon as possible. I will also ensure we adjust the ships’ position to park them more safely and securely. Now, lets have a select team from each ship lead a second paragroup to the nearest spaceview, first and foremost, so we can both gather ourselves up and enjoy before moving on to bigger better things.

They moved slowly out onto the bay floor, the entire phalanx coming and spilling out, now gathered on the floor and pushing to both settle into their position of newly landing on the Spacecity and being gone toward the memory banks as a matter of first priority. They had just over a week according to calculations before their signals would reach the nearest civilizations out by the stars and ultimately they would have to leave a limited paracrew up by SkyParida III while the majority would be back down on SkyParida II along with 120 fleet ships.

This will not be so simple, began to bark Ardjian. We must traverse many a maze within the ship as well as several airlock passages, from when we’ll need dual face and pulse recognition before commencing the unlock code sequence to get the memory uplink fully up and running.

The precise location of the memory banks for the uplink was located a bit in a hidden protective area at two opposite and unconnected nodes of the center of the ring that was the seething Spacecity. What was surreal was they had to traverse a solid quarter of the Spacecity pie, to reach the first node, as well as down four levels. This would involve bypassing the power centers halfway between the first and second node, and although time took on a rather completely new concept up here, and after packing in the ships yet easing their potency for future takeoff so they slide right out into space as warranted, basically not too far from either the memorybank mainframes and the power center was the databank for entering the ship release code sequences, replete with tracking systems and full spaceflight intragalactic location systems. Accuracy of the tracking and space location was within a ten mile diameter. In order that they charge forward, they had to learn quick how to program, install, and ensure auto-operability of the memory banks- rather sensitive mechanical-digital setup that had multiple ears throughout the halls and all assembly areas of the city.

It was very illuminated aboard the Space city and there was a big deal of iridescence in most directions yet there were two main circulating corridors on the floor where they were to be found. They had to take each a short hall to the big corridor where all the pod bays were linked, in order they would meet and go. Meanwhile they were all adjusting to life in space, having just a blast of a blasteroid, thrilled to find themselves in their new digs in space. It would take some time to accustom themselves, to the lights, the gravity, the novelty of where they were out there. So off they were, the pod bays’ momentary view into the nakedness of space, transiting to the city’s interior.

Now here we go, prepare to merge and enjoy the new scenery- here’s everyone’s and we are enjoying the futuristic surfaces, but I’ll relax a bit more when we have the uplink prepped and installed, programmed and fixed for citywide recording! Now its been a few hours since we’ve had a crew-wide linkup, so here goes the assembly of the phalanxes…..in tandem. In 3…2…1… Oonstreip was an excited camper.

And like that they were reunited in a unison of ships and crew- all hugs and matter of fellowship signaling reunion was afoot, a mass joyous outpouring of being together as an awesome group and force to reckon with on the Spacecity, prancing away and down the corridor with a buoyant spirit given wings by everything, their relentless momentum carried by newly striding the corridors, the energies between crewmembers multiplying like molecules in heat- as the sparks flew they hardly remembered whether they were going left or right. Yet the frenetic energy was beyond spectacular- even though they were simply standing there, the exhilaration of strolling the wonder of hallways in outer space, on their eponymous SkyParida III, was INCREDIBLE.

Their breaths half taken away, their minds going to far out places only half-dreamed, their feet began racing the half neon half-bright phosphor-incandescent lit silver and matte white walls adorned corridors with a passion both wide-eyed in half-belief and a pure impassioned captivation of their hearts, for spacewalking and skywalking these soon to be hallowed and halls bursting with life. This was the most sunshiny moment of their dark space lives, to as a united unit take that first marvel of a spacewalk together, inseparable and as if they weren’t walking on legs at all, but were riding on some zephyr, striding on some big tasty incomprehensible automatic spin cycling magical wheel of life on this other world.

Indeed they were just beginning to feel comfortable, some sense of harmony between their tranquil and otherworldly surroundings. And they’d better enjoy it while they could, as they’d be entering ANOTHER dimension on welcoming and filtering visitors which would bust their bubble soon enough.

Someone had to step in and make sense of the mass of massive 4000 or so crew, so Pilyortha did so, intervening in the buzzworthily frenergetic controlled chaos, speaking into the announcer.

Crewmembers- Natryphnans, Procareans, Azalareans- hear and heed this call- lets make sense of where we are headed- I know we’re all filled with uncontrollable, unabated excitement. Lets keep that, but get about 100 teams of 40 or so, and we all have a part to play with the uplink install. Pilyo instructed.

We need to locate, first off, where by the power complex the memory uplink towers connect to the shipwide network. In no uncertain terms, this is the crux- once we have ascertained that and gotten past that hump, once beyond the step of connection, we can move more freely. Now as there are literally hundreds of thousands of other connections aboard this city, as we will see multitudes of switchboards and super amounts to semiconductor circuitry, we’ll have to sift through dozens of these in order to get at the heart and arrive at the central nervous system of the memory complex. Only then will we be able to set up and commence the uplink install procedures, that will make the memory recording infrastructure go live directed Ojankir.

They strode and traversed the city in one big mass floating and hopping down the corridor in a giant amebalike agglomeration with a skip in their step, more delighting in the anomalies of being together in space and its novelties than heading forward for any singular purpose.

It was a long enough circuitous route around the Spacecity corridor, with the quarter circle to get to the first memory bank hub and they moved and bubbled as they went all aflutter with the leaders attempting to wrest a measure of control over their bristling mass of energy, and this being nearly impossible to contain they had to shave off a few thousand not as crucial crewmembers, so it was decided to do so, shave and drop them at several of the larger lounge areas with a prime view of the stars and just oblique view earth, on the two floors on the way down, which would be mutually advantageous as they could unload some weight and that load of crew could commune and fellowship about the marvels of space life, the future, or any subject whatsoever.

Meanwhile they were hotly discussing detail, the ins and outs of the uplink and its potential meaning for posterity on both sides: first the phalanx of 350 including the leaders, and as they unloaded deposited the giant phalanx at the series of 5 lounges at the Northwest quadrant, spirits were still bubbling because they knew they had a true gem of a legacy on their hands.

The groups began separating as the larger phalanx began to split off and descend the sky escalator to the two floors directly below, the spacious lounges with full wraparound views, auto beverage surface, ample manual recording equipment news feeds from various earth channels, hi-powered telescopes, even a full set of multiple libraries to relax into conversation over. As they went they filed down, the smaller phalanx continued to the end of the corridor cargo elevator where in two trips they would descend four stories of the first half of the central memory bank hubs- the initial mass being cleaved like a worm cut in half, or fourths, the smaller part continuing on while the other quickly sought their respite and regenerated in so much multiplication of energy.

Being on the top level, the remaining crewmembers, some on their way down, the last of the leader phalanx en route to the elevators at the far end looked up through the skywindows toward the sky and full star array above- and knew soon there would be no limits- it was a matter of preservation, up here.

As the phalanxes gathered below in the spacelounges on decks 7 and 8 they were from the outset more than inspired by their gorgeous position to hotly debate what the Spacecity would be like, its legacy and significance 500, 1000 or even 10,000 years form this time, as they had time to stretch and connect intermingle for the first time in awhile. A whole bevy of screens above would broadcast just the activities of the group at the memorybank hub, as soon as they arrived.

Now we’ve been hotly contesting for some time just what this means in the grand scheme of time, that being the memory uplink and its sets of all flavors of recording, to anyone who listens- lets say 1000 years in the future some advanced races comer for a stop on SkyParida III- what would they think, how would they relate, what could they learn from all the interrelations of the hundreds even thousands of peoples and races that preceded them? Kerhoflir of the 7th ship, imagist and O-class ship engineer, kicked off the what a seemed age-old debate."

It will be a record of life in space and an adjunct to the more postmodernist history of both human, and biodiversity of alien civilization. The details are everything, and to parse and comb through not only all the different civilizations but also the combinations and all the preferences between one and the other, who intermingled more with whom, which of them really learned and benefitted whom, who were they really, were they peaceful or warlike- all generations can truly learn rather a lot from those who came before? Tegifa, a similar position on the 117th AA-O class ship, was rhetorical.

Perhaps by then we will have new and hybrid races, that thrive upon the knowledge that they came from the meeting for the first time of their parent races, aboard the Spacecity and this was a uniquely auspicious bringing together of diverse and distant races which will continue to be a source of celebration. This is a significant way of thinking about the cross-pollinating of the races, as a celebration of biodiversity. It will undoubtedly be a joy and a real learning experience, that will be eye-popping AND mindblowing, and revealing of hundreds of generations of otherwise lost history, so the significance of those recordings to anyone, will take on new and multiple meaning to see just where they come form, as we gaze onto the infinite possibilities of the stars, especially if they are of mixed race. Kerhoflir concluded.

More than where they are from, but quite literally where they went, especially above and beyond the regular scope of where one goes- to another country, to the top of the mountains Tegifa mused, peering long and deep into the expanse of stars arrayed all over the wider panorama like a dreamy carpet over the forever of space.

Now we are speaking rather heartily of our legacy indeed- exploration. That is thaw gift we bestow to the generations long after we are through with our exploration missions. What we are ultimately chronicling are the long voyages the major feats of exploration undergone by the legions and populations of races that come through this clearinghouse, the exchanges made and how we use those exchanges for the benefit and furthering both of mankind and alienkind, beyond mere voyage and even transcending exploration, rather chronicling just what exchange here leads to what quality and type of exploration THERE, on distant lands in far off worlds and to ultimately go and develop an intricate harmony of understanding of these civilizations, of course not merely for ourselves but to gain a heightened sense, dare I venture as conquest for, these civilizations both there but here on SkyParida III so THEY can ultimately gain an assessment, and a perspective on just where and HOW they’ve been Kerhoflir summed.

Wonderfully, and delicately put Kerhoflir. Tegifa breathed, again waxing as his keen eye seemed to pick out a particular distant constellation in the vast expanse, increasing his musings. This is as much a helpful record for them and their own chronicles as it is a service rendered for the posterity of humanity. They will have a tangible way to look back, and potentially tally up all the worlds, spacecities and spacestations and make this their roster, a reference of their, and even other parallel civilizations’ supreme itinerary of exploration. As much as we can foster and reflect that type of verbal interaction here. Tegifa resounded.

I never quite thought of it in those terms. Now we can take it a step further and request to the brass that each representative passing through SkyParida III for leisure or a particular expeditionary mission, or reststop, leave a complete written prior itinerant travel history on file with the Spacecity’s archive. This would fill in any blanks, and serve as an intergalacticwide file system of voyages, enhancing the permanent records! Kerhoflir was passionate.

Brilliant- another victorious idea. Lets take that one as immediately and sooner than possible to the leaders, just after they free up in their uplink work, we’ll ensure that becomes integral to the Spacecity’s many missions and capabilities, creating another dimension of supreme archivism for the entire galaxy to be proud of! Tegifa was equally exhilarated, further inspired by a particularly glowing bright constellation more than the others in the expanse surrounding it.

Oh my, what is it, Tegifa? What are you staring at?? probed Kerhoflir, intrigued, his interest piqued by Tegifa’s intent staring.

I have a strong feeling, I mean my intuition really informs me that we are going to receive some visitors from that region of the night skies, he revealed.

Oh, and who informs your intuition of this? It is incredible, out of all the stars out there, that you- Kerhoflir was interrupted.

I don’t exactly know Kerhoflir- it just seems the luminosity and brightness triggers some extrasensory area connected to my receptors that then just informs me- or speaks to me that in the rest of the skies- the celestial heavens-seems dead- I am searching wholeheartedly for evidence to support this- information to back this inner informing. Tegifa closed.

Just then the radio signals receivers seemed to go berserk, shooting and bouncing off the charts from the region of the Pleiades, where the hypersensitive Tegifa had planted his ‘diving rod.’ It was unmistakable, it was a repeating signal, which could only mean they- whoever the signal originated from, were broadcasting from NOT too distant, and therefore it had to be from the region of the Pleiades directly in front of them! And that they were on their way!

By gone it, Tegifa you’ve certainly done it! There is a major signal coming from the region your…..gut has identified! That’s simply beyond incredible! And incredibly beyond! What led you to just sense this knowledge out of thin air?! Kerhoflir was stunned.

Lets say I may have had…..some advanced knowledge, especially when it comes to radio signals, I can sense them coming from a million miles away. Tegifa admitted.

Isn’t this exciting…..looks like we’re in for our first bunch of customers…er…inhabitants coming from the Pleiades region, the sixth and least luminous star. They will be our first visitors, due to arrive in a week from now. I am quite sure that all the others know by now. This is so exciting, also given your clairvoyance. Kerhoflir enunciated.

They are finally on their way, that is, without a doubt! As sure as night follows day! As sure as a rabbit goes down a rabbit hole. As sure as space is black! AS sure as the moon goes round the sun! Whoops, as sure as the earth goes round the sun! As sure as the sun spins at several levels around its axis. AS sure as-

I get the idea, Tegifa. Now lets just sit back, awaiting their arrival, nothing much better to do, than wait, to see who these otherworldly folks are, how they are, where they are exactly from…the mysteries will just unfold before our very eyes…..if we watch closely.

Chapter 239

The phalanx of the leaders had reached the first memory bank complex where the memory towers stretched high and they had to connect the uplink-Oonstreip had taken the lead here, with Ojankir as partner.

It was an impressive sight, stretching up far and away, really craning the neck and in several banks worth, as far as the eye could see. Truly it was a hall of sheer wonder, as every nook and cranny and part of the city had to be wired to and through the memory bank complex.

So here we go in our goal to sift through the multitudes of connections in search for the one and only uplink. A major force to see and to uncover the secrets of the new city, which we have just learned will be soon welcoming its first visitors, presumably form the third star of the Pleiades. foretold Oonstreip, impassioned.

For now, lets concentrate on securing the uplink before our early visitors arrive. Now we have literally hundreds upon thousands of these memory storage bricks to check for central connectivity before we ensure that the whole city is live, connected and ready for successful recording. caveated Ojankir.

We can perform memory bank testing during setup and brick checking, each brick corresponding to its particular part of the ship. noted Hilrushk.

There is an easier, shorter way. There’s a diagnostic equipment meter that monitors all connectivity of all the memory bricks at once, brilliant an idea as it is- it is split into three for the approximately 11,000 separate memory bricks and this will bundle all our issues into one big chunk, Ojankir enlightened.

We’ll solve this dilemma right here and now. There’s an indication according to this system that we’re 61% connected, due to the work we’ve been doing here, so not too far to go. Lets concentrate and make a big push to take care and solve the remaining connections, and with this bit of help we WILL accomplish this all more efficiently, Oonstreip was sanguine, as was in his tone.

We not only don’t have time to go to the other memory banks, at this rate we won’t have to because we can achieve full connectivity remotely. illuminated Ojankir.

The main body of the crew including Ojankir, Oonstreip, Hilrushk, and about twenty paracrew convened and collaborated to toil tirelessly until the very last wires were plugged into the memory banks, the memory bricks were checked, and all was triplechecked, every last connection was made.

The combination of talents and expertises came together to create a true speed with which the final connections were done and the uplink was made was like a scramble with the grace of the ultracareful and coordinated effort that defined how the nitpicking meticulousness lifted the effort into the air, until the entirety of the uplink was fully in place.

Good work, crewmen- and now its just in time as we welcome the visitors- our first- soon to arrive from the Pleiades. This is a big moment that we’ve been waiting for- with the memory uplink installation fully complete we can be ensured we are ready and waiting for these first distant explorers and voyagers- now we have to transition our focus to how the population of SkyParida III from earth is going- it is advancing as we also have able-bodied souls on their way, plenty of fine and eager new astronauts to greet the visitors- now we have to make our way back to the multitudes of our own crewmen. Oonstreip led.

They had cemented in place and buttoned down all the last wires and ensured with a fine-tooth comb that all the bricks were fully connected to the memory banks on one end and shipwide recording network on the other end.

They were in touch with the major governments and there would be upwards of 10,000 able-bodied men and women that would be sent up to start. So for that to fully be settled into place, they had to make the trip back to SkyParida II in order they could drop off the 120 or so ships that would be sent from the launchers in a more spontaneous manner, as the legions of alien civilizations trickled down.

Chapter 240

They had to make a quick run back to SkyParida II as the dawn of a new era was now upon them- they had to make a round trip in clean time to welcome and greet their first long-distance visitors from the Pleiades, whom they confirmed was a large enough group of more than fifty humanoids.

So they had to pass the lounge by the center of the nodes, and made their way up from the memory banks-nodes in order to grab a nominal paracrew from these phalanxes, who when the leaders arrived through the enameled corridors to the huge lounge, were still all abuzz and aflutter regarding musings on their visitors, what they would look like, and how they would inseminate the place with beautiful starlings.

So the math would go as follows: the 350 or so leaders would need another 250 paracrew to make it back fully staffed, with a minimal skeleton crew from SkyParida III to II, 3 leaders and 2 paracrew per each of the 120 ships.

Led by Oonstreip, Ojankir, Hilrushk, and Ardjian, they burst into the threshold of the lounge:

Hey all, sorry to break up a good time, but we’ve a little round trip ticket to redeem. So we’ll need 250 of you to man the ships with us- any takers?? announced Oonstreip.

Meanwhile Tegifa and Kerhoflir never really let up on where they left off- Now that sixth sense of yours works- does it always get things so right and spot on??! Now can you also predict what exactly they will look like? Two heads or three?! laughed Kerhoflir, eyeing the band of leaders.

Ha- I’m afraid my clairvoyance doesn’t see THAT clearly. Perhaps two, three at most I promise. they chuckled heartily, retatted Tegifa.

Hey, look, I think they’re taking a trip back to SkyParida II on earth. I’m just glad we sit here watching the stars roll in. Kerhoflir was cozy in the vast of space.

Meanwhile 250 paracrew were rounded up and filed out after a few hearty, true cheers were exchanged on the auto beverage service, and the leaders caught up with tales of how quickly the memory uplink was connected because they could remotely connect the second node.

Time to fly!! I’m loving intermingling and reconning back with you all for a spell here, but back we just can’t let the visitors best us and get here before we get back- it’s a matter of DAYS now, so hold onto your helmets, because let me tell you gentlemen, time to get READY to RIDE!!! Ojankir razzled things a hair up.

There was the big hullaballoo of everyone just having the time of their lives really, just welcoming whatever the galaxy threw at them as they reveled and delighted in the incredible starry view, taking it in and breathing easier out, wondering what the unknown had in store.

The cadre of 250 eager beaver shipmen managed to ship off, with loads of hugs exchanged as they hooked up with the leaders, realizing time was now of essence and after all were counted and farewells bid, the band of 600 leaders-paracrew broke off, and made for the docking bays. It was like a rite of passage as the group knew they had to prep SkyParida II one last time and to forge a permanent home for the Natryphnan fleet.

After again stopping in the long corridor on the way to the bay for one final meal in space together, pontificating on the protocols put in place for the release of ships, and just what regions of the cluster they would receive more of their first visitors, they all amid the laughter and camaraderie knew it was time.

First the major flyers and leaders got up. Tayharzlik, Calrantha, Ojankir, Oonstreip and Thorstakki, followed by Ardjian and Hilrushk, then eased single, then double, then triple file down the hall, the enameled corridor and soon