Writers’ Journal #99 – Scorched Earth – 13

“What happened to the ship?” asked Neva while retaking his scanner for the umpteenth times. He looked up into the spot where the ship was and then looked down on the screen in front of him. He couldn’t believe the screen or his eyes. The ship the size of a small city, carrying over a million people disappeared within a blink of an eye. Even after what they had seen, the technology to perform such a feat was still far beyond what they could imagine. Ability to transform such a large chunk of matter to energy was unthinkable. In theory, yes, but not in practice.

Writers’ Journal #95 – Scorched Earth – 10

Neva cleared his throat. A usual practice of him to do so before giving a long speech. We gathered he was able to link the events with the idea that he was having in his mind and was going to offer it to us. Then the ground shook suddenly with such violence that we were flung about like sweets in a jar. Lights started to appear on some of the buildings. It was as if the planet had woken up from coma.

Writers’ Journal #94 – Scorched Earth – 9

“I don’t think we have time for this discussion. I want everyone to keep moving and scanning,” I interrupted the argument before it could distract us from our primary mission. Our goal must be the survival of those on the main ship. We rationed the resources just for the trip and I knew I couldn’t hold them for too long in the orbit. The decision would have to be made in less than 10 hours and I would be the one having to do so as the Captain. Investigations into myths and legends could come later.

Writers’ Journal #93 – Scorched Earth – 8

“.. Earth,” Neva completed his sentence by himself, though all of us knew by then what he would say. The implication of the findings was beyond any of us. We were not merely at an alien planet to escape our dying planet, but we have returned home. Earth was the alien planet which we colonized and assimilated with native species thousands of years ago. That would also explain great many things such as why we could open the locks with our hands and why there was a pyramid in the middle of the alien city underground.

Writers’ Journal #92 – Scorched Earth – 7

“The pyramid? Which part of it?,” I asked while taking a big gulp. That there was a pyramid in front of us was shocking enough, but it was alive and sending signals? “, But we didn’t notice any signals before we landed, right?” I tried to recollect the time before we took the shuttle down to the planet. If there was such an unusual signal detected, we would have flagged it out by one of hundreds of sensors on the scout ship.