Secret matter: Alien spaceship (STAR-DUST Vol.2): Under the spell of nanites

By Jens F. Simon

Sigurd survived the alien attack only by using his paranormal powers. When the aliens strike again and his two colleagues Mark Merlin and Selin Wiegand disappear, he gets the order to look for them. However, one of his partners plays it wrong and two friends are seriously injured. Sigurd teams up with the intelligent alien ship Paurusheya and accepts the new challenge. Together with the alien spaceship, which has an inherent female component, he chases the strangers through half the solar system.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. Verlag JG
• Release date: Oct 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9783966746816

Jens F. Simon

Jens F. Simon is altijd een dromer geweest die zich meer in zijn eigen fantasiewereld bewoog dan in de werkelijkheid. Nadat hij zijn militaire dienstplicht had vervuld, begon hij rechten te studeren. Toen zijn ouders onverwacht stierven, stopte hij met zijn studie en verdiende hij de kost met klusjes. Na het mislukken van zijn eerste relatie ontmoette hij de vrouw van zijn dromen en stichtte hij een gezin. Tegenwoordig schrijft hij de fantastische verhalen die hem zijn hele leven vergezellen. Abonneer je op het Jens F. Simon-kanaal op WhatsApp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VaDCFCkBKfhsJQwosr1M

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STAR-DUST

Under the spell of nanites

Volume 2

Secret matter: Alien spaceship

© 2023 Jens F. Simon

Illustration: S. Verlag JG

Publisher: S. Verlag JG, 35767 Breitscheid,

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ISBN: 978-3-96674-681-6

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Table of content

Vacation

The Venus Station

Secrets

The revelation

Persecution of the strangers

The path is the goal. Never be aimless, for the world is turning even if you have not yet found the path of life.

In a person's love, imagination and feelings are of great importance. If a man loves a woman, desire is a part of longing for her. However, if it turns out that love encounters limits that constrict it, feelings are put aside in the ultima ratio. What remains is the imagination to continue the path of love.

The highest reality of being lies in the innermost part of man. To reach it, a certain spiritual preparation is required. 

Vacation

I lay awake half the night, unable to sleep a wink. Sir Arthur Newcraft's last communication had not only confused me but had brought me to the brink of a mental crisis.

I first doubted the credibility of his statement, then I began to think.

I had to redefine my previous world view, otherwise I was in danger of slipping into a kind of schizophrenia. My subconscious made it very easy for itself in this regard and used my weakness for fantastic literature for this purpose.

On that morning of 2018, after less than two hours of sleep, I knew two things with certainty.

First, there were indeed aliens on our planet.

They were staying underground, and their intentions were largely in the dark. The LIfe-Int-Ltd. had come across them during their activities.

As a final consequence, they had created the MbF Section under the leadership of Sir Arthur Newcraft, a 78-year-old man.

The duties of the men and women of the MbF Section far exceeded the activities of a normal security service.

LIfe-Int-Ltd had attempted to let the authorities in on their knowledge of the extraterrestrial presence but had been consistently rebuffed and the supposed evidence dismissed as figments of the imagination and exaggerated claptrap of a few lunatics.

For me, however, it was certain that they existed. What they looked like, what they did and what they wanted, however, remained in the dark for the time being.

And now I came to second, my vacation. After the events of the last weeks I had to think about some things and had applied for a vacation.

Sir Arthur had also granted it, after a short conversation.

What more did I want. First, I had planned to go back to my home village. There still lay the 9 unread volumes of the Star League Saga.

I hoped in any case, my parents' house still stood and had not completely collapsed.

But my friend Delian would have already told me that. We had agreed by phone that he would get back to me if anything important came up.

He hadn't gotten back to me.

On the other hand, what more should I read that I couldn't experience for myself. My thoughts started to do somersaults again. That was exactly the reason why I wanted to take a week off.

I had to come clean with myself.

Sir Arthur had suggested that I spend my vacation on the island of Tenerife. He had been there several times and had recommended me the Hotel Sombrairo at the upper end of the Calle la ladera.

I didn't think much about it now either but decided to go to the island.

My village could wait, my books as well.

The entire hotel complex was terraced.

The buildings were built with red sandstone and made a well-kept impression at first sight.

I walked past the stepped enclosure, which was bordered with stone benches. The sky was cloudless, and the hotel complex was illuminated by the sun in a paradisiacal flair.

I had stopped briefly to enjoy the ambience in depth.

This was the first real vacation in my life. My hotel room was more than just a room, it was a suite.

The bed was in a separate room that could be accessed through a Byzantine archway.

The suite was painted with warm room colors and a double door led to a spacious balcony that stretched almost the entire front side of the building, interrupted only by intermediate partitions that emphasized the affiliation of each room.

I was on the third floor. The balcony looked directly onto the pool, which, however, seemed rather deserted.

At the reception I had seen a poster: Hotel Disco Night Today was written there in large letters.

I had often gone to the disco in the neighboring town on weekends in the past. Old memories broke through. The first crush, the first girlfriend.

How long had it all been? I hadn't been in a relationship for eight years now.

What was the point? My books were enough for me! I looked out of the open window.

The sun was slowly setting, creating a pink glow over the last bright blue of the sky. Soft music could be heard.

Small lights came on. Lanterns and stake lamps, stuck into the ground with a skewer, lit a path across to a tent that was open on two sides.

The first voices of laughing and happy people switched up to me.

I gazed pensively down over the balcony railing. More and more couples walked hand in hand or in close embrace towards the now louder music. Bundles of cascading light shone in the incipient twilight.

My thoughts were flooded with memories. I felt