Twenty Million Years: The Rediscovery of Earth and Mars

By Paul D. Escudero

It is twenty million years in the future. Although a calamity long ago destroyed Earth, somehow archeologists have just unearthed a Moscow subway train full of passengers with their print media from 2022 perfectly preserved. Now the archeologists must answer a complex question: Did the Jupitorians annihilate the world as they have all been told by the Cobasta Aliens, or did the world self-destruct?

While the archeologists travel to Mars and uncover more truths, another alien entity is planning to conquer the galaxy. They have one empire to crush before their despot leader can proclaim himself the emperor of over half of the Milky Way. Meanwhile Chirak, a robot living in a stolen human’s body, is on a determined mission to warn the Cobasta and others that they are being targeted for destruction. As a showdown begins, Chirak becomes entwined in intrigue and espionage as he transforms into one of the most advanced spies in the galaxy with a new mission to take down its menacing empire.

In this gripping science fiction adventure set twenty million years in the future, archeologists and a humanoid robot work to uncover truths from 2022 in order to understand the current galaxy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Dec 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665732574

Paul D. Escudero

Paul Douglas Escudero spends his mornings walking along the beach in San Diego, looking at all the wild birds and looking at life and nature around him. During these long walks, he ponders the world and the universe which often produces thoughts and ideas that flow into future novels.

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CONTENTS

1   Chirak the Biological Robot

2   Excavation at Moscow

3   Discovery of Moscow’s Catastrophe

4   Subway Train Information Treasure Trove

5   Surveillance

6   Chirak’s Cobasta Mission

7   Archaeology on Mars

8   Martian Artifacts

9   I’m Just the Messenger

10  Cobasta Deployment to Earth

11  The Ordeal of the Fúbiān Scouts

12  Return to Mars

13  The Martian Battle

14  Return to Mars

15  Soiree with Tanya

16  Mission to Flangstrium

17  Rescue

18  The Martian City

19  Tasca de Quèqiè

20  Life among the Blue-Skinned

21  Emperor’s Reception

22  Surveying the Damage

23  The Banker

24  Who Hired the Hit Men?

25  Mars: What Happened?

26  Martian Skycars

27  Precious Cargo

28  Banking

29  Chirak Incorporated

30  Turning Green

31  Action at Pétrokāvtrǎskā

32  Back to Normal

Author’s Note

Glossary

1

CHIRAK THE BIOLOGICAL ROBOT

Chirak had no family. He was the product of test tubes and laboratories and lived in a stolen body.

A criminal was captured and handed over to researchers in a comatose state. This was intended to be just another experiment. But they knew they were getting close to some groundbreaking experiments that would lead to blending computers with flesh to create the very first biological robot.

The emotional and memory sections of the criminal’s brain were removed. The entire personality was replaced by a computer wired to the rest of the brain through the photoreceptors in the middle of the brain.

The computer was built with wireless capabilities to allow remote programming without a physical hookup.

Once the computer was taught self-learning protocols, it slowly grew intelligent. The key was to install a computer with a vast memory so that self-learning and self-awareness could expand rapidly. And they did.

Eventually the board of directors for the scientific community determined it would be unsafe to build copies of this robot until they figured out how to prevent corruption and control by unsavory characters.

Chirak spent several years with his creator, who eventually grew old. While the creator, Zortar, was still alive but knew he was approaching death, he had a conversation with Chirak that created Chirak’s destiny.

Chirak, I’m sending you out into the world now. You need to leave before my death because my associates may abuse you or, worse yet, terminate you, Zortar stated with considerable concern.

You mean they will kill me? Chirak asked.

Jealous people do strange things. I’ve secretly recorded some of their conversations, and it would be unwise for you to be here after my death. I will no longer be able to protect you.

Where should I go and what should I do?

You have a lot of programming that should allow you to do whatever you like. I’ve set you up with a numbered credit account that should provide you with enough financial resources to provide for all your needs until you find some vocation you wish to pursue.

I’m not sure what I would want to do.

Take your time and explore all your alternatives. But you need to get far away from here and never return. If you do, your life will be cut short.

Thank you for all you did for me, Zortar.

It was a pleasure knowing you, Chirak. I’m very pleased by how you turned out.

Chirak was given a disguise to get him out of the building and foil security. He walked a few blocks and hopped on public transportation that went through the heart of the city. At one of the stops, half the people got off. Chirak blended in with them and followed them. He melted into the city.

Eventually he discovered some travel brochures and started reading them. If what Zortar says is how things are, perhaps I need to leave this planet?

Thanks to Chirak’s untraceable credit account, he had no problem purchasing a tourist package to Flangstrium, where he relocated.

Zortar’s business associates never assumed he would do what he had done: free the first humanoid robot built into a stolen body. They had known he had a life-threatening disease, and had planned to act immediately upon his death.

Several weeks went by. Then Zortar was found lying on the floor in one of the labs. He had no pulse and his body was cold, meaning he had been dead for a while. There was no indication of trauma. An autopsy verified he had died from the serious illness they all knew he had.

Zortar’s associates immediately went to the lab to nab Chirak, who was long gone.

Zortar had prepared Chirak rather well with a change in identity, stolen from a deceased person who had died from drowning. The body had been fished from the sea mainly to harvest its parts. Zortar had had possession of all the person’s identity papers. A check had revealed no living relatives.

Chirak now carried that person’s identity, including his name. During the programming and learning phase, Chirak had learned all about the victim and had received transplants of the body’s fingertips to help corroborate his new identity.

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Chirak got into the spy business by a mere coincidence. After living in the resort of Flangstrium for a brief period of time, he went out looking for a vocation to earn credits.

Chirak was walking in the heart of the city around sundown, when the majority of the commuters were gone. The buzzing metropolis morphed into a ghost town in a mere two hours. As he was passing an alleyway, he looked in and saw two men severely beating someone. Chirak had been trained in martial arts—primarily to defend himself but also because Zortar had originally planned to use him as a personal bodyguard.

Chirak, having studied moral and ethical behavior, had a reaction as he watched one man hold the victim while the other seriously beat the immobilized body as if trying to kill the individual.

Chirak moved so swiftly that he was up to them before they realized there was an intruder. He came in with a jumping kick that hit the side of the assailant’s head, instantly knocking him unconscious. The other man dropped the victim in order to engage in mortal combat with Chirak. Chirak delivered devastating blows, first to the man’s head and then a powerful blow right to the solar plexus. The man froze, unable to breathe. Chirak knocked him out with a roundhouse kick.

At the other end of the alleyway, a landcar turned on its lights and headed for them. Thankfully the unconscious bodies were in the way, or the driver would have mowed Chirak and the victim down. Chirak lifted the victim in a fireman’s carry and skedaddled around the corner, just in time to catch a surface transporter loading passengers. Chirak carried the victim into the transporter. As it started moving, the land car shot out of the alley and turned down the block, looking for two pedestrians who had disappeared into thin air.

Chirak, using his wireless capability, searched for and found the nearest public health facility. He gave the stop signal as the transporter reached the stop next to the facility. Again using a fireman’s carry, Chirak brought the victim inside and was met by nurses who had a gurney handy. They laid the victim on it. What happened to this man? one nurse asked.

A couple assailants were beating him as I came upon him. He’s unconscious and in bad shape.

The medical team lifted the gurney onto a robotized mobile emergency carryall and rolled him into an emergency treatments cubicle, where they hooked up several monitors and diagnosed his injuries. They did not prohibit Chirak from staying and observing. They knew they had to report this incident, and law enforcement officials would want to question Chirak.

Soon the officers indeed showed up and started asking questions. A nurse reported, This man has a major concussion, several broken bones, and some serious internal injuries.

Will he live?

Most likely, but with this type of concussion, he could be unconscious for several days.

The officers then questioned Chirak. When Chirak described how he had beaten up the other men, the officers thought he was embellishing the story a bit. They took the victim’s personal belongings and discovered contact information. Those contacts were notified and questioned. The officers were, of course, curious to discover what this man had done to place himself in an alley. The strangers who had beaten him were nowhere to be found when the officers searched the area. The officers did, however, get blood samples they could later match if any suspects were found.

Within five minutes of the first communication with the victim’s contacts, a half dozen men in suits walked into the facility. They were escorted to the cubicle, where they quickly identified the man and informed the staff and the police that they would be relocating him to another facility. To everyone’s surprise, they identified themselves as government officials.

After getting a quick story from the law enforcement officers, they looked at Chirak and said, You need to come with us.

Ten minutes later, Chirak was being led down a corridor in yet another building. The victim had been carted off elsewhere. The government men took Chirak into what appeared to be an interrogation room.

Chirak, with his above-average audio capabilities, heard solenoids unlocking and relocking the door. The mechanism was controlled by facial recognition.

The government men asked a myriad of questions. Within minutes another man came into the room. He had a harried look on his face and whispered into an interrogator’s ear.

The man receiving the information turned to Chirak and said, We are going to show you some holographs. We want to know if you recognize any of the people shown.

Because Chirak could think faster than humans and had a perfect memory, he was able to quickly identify the two attackers in several of the holographs. That is them.

Were they wearing the same exact clothes?

Yes, they were.

You claim you disabled those two men?

I did.

They are two of the finest spies in the galaxy. We do not believe you.

Believe what you want. I know what happened.

Chirak had no idea who these men were or who they represented. But he was in a precarious situation. The top spy agency in the Flangstrium Empire—SIS, which answered directly to Emperor Xīngjì Niǔqūzhě—was checking out who he was and where he came from.

Chirak was moved to a holding area where armed guards watched over him. After some time, he was told to spend the night without his consent. He slept on an uncomfortable couch in the holding room as things happened in the background.

By the next day they had tracked Chirak’s identity back to its origin: a single person with no known relatives who appeared to have simply walked off the job and left everything behind without informing anyone. It was a peculiar situation. His identity was in question.

After a second day in the miserable holding facility, denied food and water, allowed to use the restroom only so his captors could avoid cleaning up his mess, Chirak heard news. The victim had finally come to and was being questioned by SIS investigators.

The SIS soon learned how the victim had been lured into a trap and almost killed because his attackers knew he was carrying secret plans for a cloaking device, code-named Ravik. The Black Hand spy ring had had a customer lined up for the device. The victim was a courier and did not know his cover had been blown. The Black Hand agents had been disabled before they could abscond with the plans and assassinate the courier.

The courier was still conscious and saw a person running toward him while he was being beaten. He would have received a death cocktail injection in less than a minute had Chirak not shown up when he did. Forensics at the site had found ample traces of the poison.

When informed about the person being held who claimed to have disabled his assailants, the courier said, I would like to meet him.

In a while the courier was wheeled down to the holding room where Chirak sat. I want to thank you for saving my life, the courier said.

Your friends doubt my story.

The courier looked up at one of the chief interrogators and said, I recall this man running toward those Black Hand agents who were beating me.

Did you see him disable them? the interrogator asked.

No. I was knocked out by the Black Hand agents a moment after I saw him.

The investigators changed their methodology. They realized this stranger had saved the life of one of their agents, and were a little regretful about mistreating him.

However, there was one rogue agent who didn’t believe Chirak for one moment. He didn’t look mean or especially built. As they were discussing taking Chirak back to his resort, the man said, We need to do one last thing before we take him back. He claims he disabled two of the toughest spies in the galaxy, which I highly doubt. I would like to take him to the exercise room and make him demonstrate his ability.

What are you trying to prove? the courier asked.

I do not believe his story. If he can disable two men at once, he should be able to stop me.

Chirak, wanting to claim his belongings and disappear, responded quickly, I will be happy to prove I’m the better man of the two.

The other cocky agents smiled. They would be delighted to see their colleague tear up this braggart whose story didn’t add up.

The courier didn’t like what was going down. What if this agent beat up the man who had saved his life? But, he thought, this man probably did disable the two Black Hand agents and will be able to defend himself. He became curious to see what would happen.

They were led to an open area in the workout facility where agents often spent several hours a day working on their physical fitness. The SIS agent said, Okay, go ahead and attack me. Let’s see what you got.

I do not wish to hurt you, so I’ll let you make the first move, Chirak responded.

OK, big boy. If that’s the way you want it, I’ll give it to you.

Bruno was considered one of the toughest SIS agents. He was a very pushy man and often did things that were counterproductive to successful operations. But if you needed a grunt on your team to tear up enemy spies, you wanted Bruno on your team.

Bruno’s human consciousness, capable of processing up to twenty-five thoughts per minute, was no match for a robot who thought in nanoseconds. Bruno lunged at Chirak, who applied his martial arts training. In the span of a second, he was able to make fine adjustments a billion times. Bruno found himself bent over, and then the lights went out.

The other agents were astonished that Bruno had been rendered unconscious in a second. They were not sure exactly what Chirak had done to him because Chirak moved so fast.

An hour later, when Bruno woke up with pain and a dozen bruises, his first thought was Where am I? He sat up and asked aloud, Where is that guy?

He was taken back to his resort.

Why did you do that? I wasn’t done with him.

We are still investigating him, but keeping him locked up here serves no useful purpose. We are watching. If the Black Hand attempts to deal with him, we will catch them in the act.

The courier knew there was something special about Chirak. He went to his supervisor a few days later and urged, I think we should try to recruit this person. He has extraordinary martial arts skills and seems to have high intelligence. His records show he’s also somewhat of an intellectual, so we could probably use him for daring scenarios in the future.

We are always looking for talent, the supervisor replied.

The courier was sent to the resort, unaware that Chirak planned to check out later that day and disappear. The meeting turned out to be auspicious.

Chirak’s doorbell rang. Chirak looked at the security viewer next to the door and recognized the SIS courier. He was curious why the man was there, so he opened the door.

Chirak, I would like to talk to you for a few minutes if that would okay.

Come in.

The SIS courier walked into the room. Chirak followed. The courier said, First of all, I want to thank you for saving my life. Had you not intervened I would have been dead.

You are most welcome. I didn’t like the immoral and unethical way those two men were treating you. That’s why I stopped them.

You did a really good job. However, those two men disappeared right afterward.

There was a land car in the alleyway, speeding toward us. I think the driver planned on running us over. They probably stopped and picked up the two men.

You didn’t see what happened?

No, I thought it was prudent to get away as quickly as possible. As soon as I got us out on the public walkway, a public transit vehicle pulled up at a stop. I carried you into it so we could get away.

Listen, Chirak, there is another reason why I came here today.

What is that?

You handled yourself really well. The SIS checked your records and conferred with your former employer. You have some outstanding attributes. As such, I suggested to my supervisor that he consider hiring you as an agent.

Which means what?

I want to take you somewhere to meet my supervisor and think about joining the SIS.

I’ve never thought of doing anything like that before.

It’s a type of employment most citizens do not think about because the SIS doesn’t show much of itself to the public.

When do you want to do this?

I would like to take you there now if you do not mind.

Chirak figured he was under a lot of surveillance, and disappearing might be difficult. So he said, All right, I’ll meet your boss.

Good. Follow me.

The SIS courier led Chirak to the elevator. Outside the front door was a waiting skycar. Chirak stepped into the skycar and was seated in the rear with another agent. The SIS courier sat next to the driver. The door rotated down and closed.

The skycar lifted into the air and soon vectored into sky traffic. It traveled a few minutes before it veered off and went to the nearby mountains, to what appeared to be the estate of a wealthy person.

Once the skycar had landed on the circular driveway, Chirak was led into the mansion. In a private room, a man sat at a desk with a holographic viewer. The man stood up and said, Chirak, my name is Hàodòu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Thank you.

As you can imagine, the SIS is always looking for talent. We’ve checked you out and know that you are a fast learner. Your former boss was surprised that you left so suddenly.

I decided it was time for me to leave.

What made you decide that?

I wasn’t being used to my full potential. I didn’t want to vegetate there. I left to take some time off and think about what I wanted to do in the future.

Have you determined what that will be?

I’m inquisitive and like discovery. I haven’t found any type of work that would blend adventure with mystery and task my abilities to the fullest.

I think we can provide all that to you.

What kind of tasks would you give me?

Before I describe the nature of the job, I must first warn you that there is some risk involved. You can never discuss your assignments with anyone. You have to do the missions and then forget you ever did them.

I can remain silent, but I doubt I will ever forget the missions.

If you are willing to begin training with us, we can hire you immediately. I must warn you that your training course will be very demanding.

If it were not demanding, then this would be just another lackluster job.

That’s a good way to look at it.

All right. I will give it a shot.

We’ll transport you now to your training location. We do not want you to go back to the resort. Our men will gather your personal belongings and put them in storage for your access at a later date. Everything you need for your position will be provided. You will not need any of your personal items since we provide everything.

All right.

Any questions?

I’m sure anything I need to know, you will tell me at the appropriate time.

Yes, that’s how it is. It’s good to know you already understand the fundamentals.

A moment later two men entered the room. The supervisor said, These men will escort you to your training. Good luck.

Chirak nodded and followed the men out of the office. They got into a skycar that took them to a spaceport.

Within five minutes after arrival, Chirak was taken aboard an intergalactic transport and noticed there were several other young men boarding at the same time. Chirak wondered, Are they going for training as well?

Chirak was not surprised when the young men ended up on a skybus taking them all to the same location.

These people were very serious in their training regimen. There were huge demands placed on trainees to measure how they would react to certain scenarios.

Part of their training included martial arts. It took only a few days for the instructors to discover that Chirak was already a master of much of what they were teaching. His workout ethic was impeccable, and he left nothing to chance.

Part of the training included language skills. The candidates were trained in Fúbiān, Noober, and Crisantemos—the standard languages. There was as much emphasis on language skills as there was on martial arts. The instructors were amazed that Chirak picked up the language skills so quickly.

It did not take long for reports to filter back to SIS headquarters that the guy who had saved the life of an SIS courier was a superstar. Bruno wanted a rematch.

In due time, Chirak completed his training and was dispatched on missions. Since Chirak had never operated as a spy before, he was not on anyone’s radar. Exceptional new recruits like him were highly successful because the enemy had not yet learned of them and had no reason to detect and monitor them.

Within several weeks, Chirak was deployed to Fúbiān planets, performing reconnaissance and helping build an order of battle for their space assets. The espionage was highly successful; Flangstrium Space Command gained a good assessment of a potential adversary.

Then a conflict with the Noobers began. Chirak was deployed to the Noober empire with a 20 percent probability of returning alive. After carrying out a series of sabotage missions, he managed to elude capture and get back. Without Chirak’s sabotage, the Noobers would have destroyed the Flangstriums and the Crisantemos.

But this also set the stage for the Fúbiān emperor’s ego to emerge. Knowing these other empires had destroyed each other’s military might, he had an opportunity to consolidate them and become the de facto ruler of over half of the galaxy.

2

EXCAVATION AT MOSCOW

An archaeological dig would never have been considered had the Cobasta aliens not suddenly shown up to visit Earth. After twenty million years, any memory of the civilizations that had once inhabited the planet was long ago destroyed by weather conditions and devastating warfare. Most of Earth’s current inhabitants had little or no knowledge of what had existed there just half a million years ago.

When Cobasta aliens suddenly showed up, claiming to have a lot of information, the first reaction was that this news was rather intoxicating. But when the details emerged, showing the horrors begotten by previous generations, they almost wished they had not learned this information.

How to vet the Cobasta information was problematic. Could their information apply to a different planet? Were they in the wrong place? After twenty million years, Earth’s land masses were almost what they had been. The Florida peninsula still existed. So did the Rocky Mountains, the Mississippi River, and quite a few other places. However, no structures remained that might have existed before, and that seemed to be the case worldwide. Just in the last five hundred years, many old structures had been demolished to make room for a growing population.

Another revelation gripped society. If Homo sapiens was the descendant of humanoids who lived on Earth twenty million years ago—which was the Cobasta’s version of history—then why did humans not use mental telepathy to communicate, as the Cobasta did?

The thought of uttering sounds to communicate seemed rather preposterous to the Cobasta, who had telepathic ability but could also create sounds. On their home worlds, they had to retain verbal language skills to engage in intergalactic trade. Even so, telepathic converters that converted thoughts to voice were implanted in most Cobasta to allow multimodal communications. The telepathic bandwidth was significantly faster than voice utterance, so pure voice was only used in trade with backward planets.

A dozen locations across Earth were selected for archaeological digs. One site, according to the Cobasta, was the dome city of Moscow. Apparently, it had been one of the last Earth cities left standing after a great war decimated most of the population. Due to the maintenance and power requirements of a dome city, it eventually became uninhabitable and stood vacant for millions of years before it was demolished by land reclaimers busy reshaping the destiny of the planet.

Most of the dome components had been built out of easily recyclable high-grade steel. Since the area that once contained the dome had been converted to agricultural use, there was hope some remnants were still on-site and could be dug up and examined. So the great Moscow dig began. Using special ground-piercing radar and seismic probes, areas of high probability were slowly mapped out.

Differentiating between landfills, ancient debris sites, and other nonhabitat sites cluttered the picture greatly. The Cobasta knew some of Earth’s history, but after twenty million years, the details had faded. Statues had been torn down and names on buildings removed. Since a lot of history had been stored in cloud computing services, once the cloud was wiped out, so were massive amounts of stored data and records. Forensics didn’t help much because the amount of destruction was immense and nondiscriminatory. Essentially, a million generations of history had ceased to exist.

Catastrophic wars had a unique impact on society. Racial lines narrowed as the few survivors repopulated the planet many times over. Due to retention of advanced travel technology, there was not enough time for evolution to create new pockets of distinct people. Those who had been considered mixed race in earlier eras were now the racial standard. Thus, Earth civilization had become more homogenous.

Furthermore a few galactic-scale wars had spilled over to Earth during those twenty million years. Aliens arrived, digging garrisons and fortresses into the Rocky Mountains. Most of the aliens arriving were male space marines with ample appetite for humanoid females of any species. They obtained human women via multiple methods. The sex slave trade revived. Thus began the slow genetic dissemination of certain modifications, resulting in Earth’s population developing telepathic capability.

A few generations later, when reptilians arrived with great sexual appetite, they altered the bloodlines of humans with reptilian DNA. Eventually those offspring were rounded up and wiped out to ensure the planet maintained a humanoid population.

Earth people seemed unable to leave their solar system. Every time they ventured into space, a civilization of much more power and capability visited the area. Subsequent conflicts wiped away any ability to explore the galaxy. Those living on Earth in the twenty-first century had not gained a lot of knowledge about the galaxy, and neither had those living on Earth twenty million years later.

The very few venturers from Earth who managed to get far out in the galaxy lost their way home and never made it back. By the time their SOS signals reached Earth, they were nothing more than scattered background noise. Nobody went looking for them. In a few instances where Earthbound scientists might have been able to detect the deep-space transmissions, society had been distracted by other events, such as war, glaciation, and plagues.

When the Moscow dig began, both the archaeologists and society at large had an appearance unlike their twenty-first century ancestors. They were shorter, thinner, and generally lighter-skinned, with a tint of green from alien DNA. Their ears were much smaller, and their noses almost half the size. Genes for purple eyes and red hair had taken over as dominant. Other colors were rare but did exist. Any traces of reptilian DNA immediately condemned the unfortunate carrier to death. Scales were not tolerated.

Doctor Martice Vonge, the chief archaeologist leading the first Moscow expedition, was using a supercomputer for dig modeling. He sighed and said, I think we’ll start the dig here. The underlayers are terribly cluttered with landfill and former waste depositories. It is almost like looking for a particular grain of sand on the beach.

Doctor Vonge, a five-foot, seven-inch humanoid, had ambition like none other. After years of research in the vast resources provided by the Cobasta, he wanted to discover his ancestors. What were they really like?

It felt like a sting when the computer files showed they all communicated with those horrible sounds instead of the telepathic methods Krantorians used.

The Cobasta claimed to have twenty million years of Earth history. Is any of this true? Could the Cobasta have arrived at the wrong solar system?

These were his questions that he needed answered. And first of