Adam the Alien: The coming-of-age tale of a supernatural superhero

By Daphne Stemmet

Adam must replace the larger-than-life Dictator's fear stone with a truth stone in the heart of the Great Pyramid of Giza, so that the world can be released from the "fear frequency". 

 

Our hero lived as a slave to the Dictator in a small, post-apocalyptic community in South Africa. He is rescued by a group of rebel hippies who live at the Palace of the Lost City. The Dictator destroys their paradise and they must find another. They settle on the idyllic island of Bora Bora and, together with Adam the Alien, they bring freedom to the world! 

 

Young Adam must not only save the world, but must also learn many lessons on the way. He goes from being a geeky guy with glasses, with a slave mentality to becoming a superhero who liberates the world. 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daphne Stemmet
• Release date: Mar 25, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224952182

Book preview

Prologue

This is a story about frequency technology, teleportation, and aliens. Oh alright, you hopeless romantics and action addicts: there is a bit of kung fu and a small amount of smooching included in this tale.

It is the epic, post-apocalyptic story about how the Dictator almost ruled over the remnants of humanity forever. He would have ruled over mankind forever, had it not been for Adam and the brave rebels who saved the world from the Dictator’s reign of slavery.

The whole world was duped into believing that aliens had invaded their planet. The truth was that there were no aliens bombing the earth to smithereens. It was a sinister person who masterfully orchestrated an apocalypse so that he could rule over Earth forever.

He first instigated riots all over the world, and then called for the Great Gassing via drones to calm people down. It was this self-same, sinister person who convinced the world leaders that a small microchip on their shoulders was necessary to keep everyone safe, like cattle. This evil person took control of the NSA once everyone was chipped. It was he who used the NSA to bomb the unnecessary, worthless humans on Earth. He fooled everyone into thinking that the bombs came from alien ships invading planet Earth. Who was this evil person? It was the Dictator!

The Dictator convinced the world leaders that they would be traceable via the chip and would never be abducted. He was so convincing that none of them questioned what would happen if someone, like himself for instance, captured the president of the United States of America and then simply cut the chip out of the president’s shoulder. No one thought far enough to realise that the person who had the chip on the shoulder of the president in their hand, would control all the president’s passwords and be able to access the entire military, including atomic weapons.

The media was instrumental to the success of the Dictator’s takeover of planet Earth. Once the media was in the Dictator’s hands, he found it easy to manipulate the whole world. He indoctrinated people with the A-Z agenda, better known as the Alien-Zombie agenda. All people thought about all day was an alien or zombie invasion.

He indoctrinated people with the idea that they needed microchips for their safety. Famous singers only had to sing a few songs about the wonderful microchips, and people ran out eagerly to get their tiny microchips inserted. Little had everyone known that the poor stars were only singing such nonsense, because of the chips on their shoulders. There were many hits inspired by microchips, Chip me baby one more time being one of the most famous.

The Dictator cleverly funded his takeover of the world with money which he had made from the media, movie stars and singers who were under his control. He was a true evil mastermind. The ingenious Dictator slyly convinced everyone that they really needed a small microchip on their shoulders, which would make life so much easier. He convinced them that the microchip would be indispensable for the many who could not remember their keys for their homes and passwords for their digital devices. There would be no need to remember anything ever again. The microchip would replace keys, wallets, intelligence and much more. One wouldn’t even need a brain once you had a chip on your shoulder, because the chip would do all the thinking for you.

How wonderful!

Chapter one

The hero of this story was Adam. He lived as a slave in a small, post-apocalyptic, walled community in South Africa. He was a tall and gangly twenty-year-old, who was a bit of a cluts at times. He had blue eyes, a mop of red, curly hair and he was different. His inquisitive eyes looked even larger from behind his big, thick, gold-rimmed spectacles that were held together by some bits of old cello tape. He had worn that particular pair of glasses since his awkward early teens, and he had chosen them himself. It made sense to him to have a very large pair of glasses, so that he could see even more. I would love to have said that our hero was a dashing duke who lived somewhere in a castle, or a beautiful billionaire who drove a Ferrari and looked like Keanu Reeves, but alas he was not. He was Adam. He was different, clumsy, kind and inquisitive Adam.  He didn’t know that he was special. He didn’t know that he was the one person left on earth who could magically change the world.

Our story begins on a bright, sunny day in a post-apocalyptic, walled community in South Africa where Adam lived, or put more accurately: where he existed.

"Get away from there, Adam! Can’t you see them coming! Get off the ladder! Kom af vanaai lee af en haloep!"

Adam heard Edmond’s terrified voice and the kids’ screams in the background. He glanced up towards where Edmond was pointing. What were they so frightened of? He saw nothing. The kids had been playing with a ball and had accidentally kicked it over the wall that kept the aliens out. The ball was the filthy, ragged kids’ only real fun inside the walled community and Adam was adamant about retrieving it for them. Everyone in the walled community was filthy and they were mostly dog-tired from working for the Dictator. The water that the Dictator’s well provided had to be used sparingly, so there was not much washing done inside the walled community. They also had to wait another few months before the Dictator sent the S.O.S. to hopefully deliver more clothes to replace their rags. Thank goodness for the Dictator and S.O.S. who helped them after the aliens had destroyed the world with bombs!

Adam realised that he was taking a great risk by attempting to recover the ball. They had all been warned that the aliens could attack at any moment again, but would Adam listen? If he couldn’t see any danger with his rather large spectacles, then how could there be any danger?

He stood on the top rung of the ladder and peered over the wall. As usual, there were just Port Jackson trees and sand as far as the eye could see. Nothing that slightly resembled an alien was anywhere in sight - at least that is how it seemed to be to Adam. The hot, summer sun of Malmesbury baked the white sea of sand. He had to squint into the glaring sunlight, as he scrunched up his nose to avoid his glasses from slipping due to perspiration, in order to see where the ball had landed. He spotted it a few metres away. The grubby, red ball stood out clearly against the green foliage.

He figured out that he would have to sit on the wall and carefully lift the ladder over, whilst precariously balancing himself on the wall. He wished that Edmond and the kids would just stop making a racket and carrying on like people from the movie Saw down there, as they were breaking his concentration. As though a genie had heard his thoughts and had granted his wish, the group below gave a final, unanimous chorus of screams and ran off in panic on their little, bare feet over the hot sand. They ran like the wind, screaming as though they had seen something horrifying. Well, that got rid of them then.

He managed to heave the heavy ladder over to the other side of the wall and started his descent. When he was almost halfway down, he thought that he had heard something behind him. It sounded like the scratching static noise of a broken, old radio. He swung around to see where the sound had come from. That was strange. He thought he had seen something flicker for a few seconds. He turned to see what it was. Nothing moved. It was probably just his imagination again.

Oops! He felt the ladder sinking on one side in the sand. Oh no! He was falling! His heart pounded away in his chest. He had no control over the ladder as it toppled over. He crashed down into the branches of a nearby tree and landed with a reverberating thud on the hot sand. The reverberation shocked through his body, and then the pain set in. He had scratch marks all over himself from the branches of the tree. He pinched his eyes in agonising pain.

When he rolled over tentatively and opened his eyes again, he could see the ball from where he lay. What wouldn’t he do to make a bunch of screaming kids happy? He grimaced as he lifted himself up off the ground.

Seeing is believing, or so they say. The static that Adam had heard and the movement he had detected were seen as attacking alien ships by Edmond and the kids. They were convinced of a literal alien invasion.

What is real then? Sometimes, what is real to us is only real from the perspective from which we are looking. Sometimes our reality is formed by the frequency we are living on.

Change your frequency and your reality could change too.

Chapter two

That evening Adam and Edmond sat quietly beside the fire. Adam had spent most of the afternoon attending to his wounds. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live on the other side of the wall?, Adam asked.

"Jislaaikit my bra! Wa val djy da nou vi yt? Why are you talking nonsense again?, Edmond frowned. You ask too many crazy questions, Adam. You know it’s unsafe outside the wall. Dit wiemel met die aliens da beite...... you’ve seen the hordes of aliens with your own eyes, man. Djyt a groet kans gewag toe djy da ori muur klim vadag! I don’t know how you survived that alien attack when you climbed over that wall! You have scratches and bruises all over your body".

Adam smiled at him in amusement. His friend’s dramatic mannerisms and larger-than-life personality were hysterically funny, but Adam knew that it was best not to laugh too much at him. Perhaps Edmond had OCD or something. He had the same sort of temperament as one of those endearing, old aunties who walk around their home all day with a cleaning clothe - the sort of aunties who know how to make vetkoek and rotis and can advise you on just about anything.

I told you: I just crashed into some trees when I fell off the ladder. My whole body still hurts from the fall. Adam paused for a while, reflectively, and then continued, I’m just curious about what is really out there.

They sat there quietly again for some time: two dudes staring into the fire, as if trying to find the meaning of life. For hours the only sound had been the shushing of the leaves in the pine trees nearby and the gentle popping of the crackling fire. Their faces were impassive. Minutes passed like moments. Suddenly Adam’s face lit up, You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?

"You think too much, Adam.... ma vetel tog ma nog. Tell me your mind-blowing thoughts", Edmond theatrically announced in an overly dramatic tone.

Well, what if there were a glitch in the system one day?

A what?!

A glitch. Like, if something went wrong with someone’s microchip.

"Gha! Sallie gebe ni, my ou. The S.O.S. and NSA have got everything under control. We’re not in the Stone Age anymore. Djy wiet da goed wat sal gebe sonneri tjip: without the chip there would be chaos, man, Edmond waved his hands in the air expressively. People would destroy everything, like they did in the 1900s.... no food, no one to keep things under control, wars and hell on earth".

There are some people who say that the 1900s were actually pretty cool. My dad always said that the music from the 1980s was the best. The way that he spoke, makes me think that it was not really that bad at all.

What?! Conspiracy theories, man - rebels trying to destroy everything. Scientists and doctors made the chip. The WHERE made the chip for the greater good of mankind". I trust the "science, Edmond said proudly and emphatically, patting his chest with his open hand.

Who made the chip?

No, it was not the WHO who made the chip! It was the WHERE who made the chip first and sold it to various companies all over the world. World Health Ensuring the Russian Era, said Edmond, sounding very knowledgeable.

What a name. Why did they call it that?

"Kom hi, laat ek djou gou lee. Lyk my djy vistaan noggie. I will teach you now, Adam. They made the first microchips in Russia. You should really brush up on your history".

Adam thought for some time. I’m not saying that I want there to be a glitch. I just wonder what would happen if someone damaged their chip ......by accident of course ...... or if one day someone accidentally trips and knocks over the Central Intelligence Antenna that controls and monitors everyone’s chips. An accident at the CIA would probably cause glitches.

That would never happen, man. The Central Intelligence Antenna is indestructible, Edmond said emphatically. Look Adam, we are given everything that we need. Technology controls our weather now. The wall keeps us safe from alien attacks. Imagine how people must have suffered due to climate change before. Billions died of starvation, viruses and bombings by the aliens. Now we have free vaccinations and no greedy governments to pay taxes to. Then he lowered his voice, You do realise that they can probably hear you?, Edmond glanced around nervously and then looked back at Adam. The CIA knows everything you think, he whispered.

Yes, well I’m not planning to form a resistance or anything, but...

Going out there would be suicide! Also, why would you want to go outside the wall? Look at how many people were killed by criminals during civil wars and unrest before the chip. People are just not evolved enough to live without being chipped. Criminals need to be controlled. The Collective Intelligence Antenna controls everyone’s minds through the chip. Nowadays, there is no way that any criminal can get away with anything. The chip protects us from criminal activity.

Adam frowned in the warmth of the fire. He was confused. Why did he not think like other people? Why was it so difficult for him not to question, knowing full well that the CIA could possibly pick up his every thought? Why did he have flashes of memories from his childhood and the other people didn’t? Why was his vision blurred and glitchy every time the aliens had attacked, whilst other people saw them clearly? The aliens looked like glitchy video game characters to him. He sighed.

Well, here we sit then, out in the fresh, open air in the year 2035, cooking lentil soup thickened with cricket flour once again on a wonderful, warm, open fire .......  just thought that humanity would have progressed more than this by now, Adam said.

Well, we can thank the S.O.S. for our food and for telling us to build the wall that keeps us safe. Without the S.O.S. there would have been nowhere safe to live after the cities were all destroyed by the aliens. We would never be able to protect ourselves against the aliens without the NSA soldiers and the S.O.S..

There was that wild lion that managed to get over the wall once.

Well, that shows you how dangerous it has become outside the wall. Wild animals have taken over the old cities. Anyhow, the NSA soldiers came and shot that lion dead for us and there haven’t been any more.

Adam thought for a while and then frowned with his hand supporting his chin like the Thinker. Then he continued, What do you think S.O.S. actually stand for?

We all know what the S.O.S. do: they come with Santa Klaus to bring us all gifts once a year.

Yes, well I’m not asking what they do. I just wonder what S.O.S. stands for.

"Ekke wietie. Maak oki saaki. All that matters is that they look after us. Hulle is onse ma en onse pa. The S.O.S. was formed to help people