{"id":396,"date":"2020-01-19T11:56:31","date_gmt":"2020-01-19T11:56:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/?p=396"},"modified":"2020-01-19T11:56:31","modified_gmt":"2020-01-19T11:56:31","slug":"writers-journal-89-scorched-earth-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/2020\/01\/19\/writers-journal-89-scorched-earth-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Writers\u2019 Journal #89 \u2013 Scorched Earth \u2013 4"},"content":{"rendered":"
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If there was a signal, \u00a0there must be a working transmitter somewhere on the planet. And it would have to be close to our location, based on the signal strength that we could detect. <\/span>I gave an order to search for any clues around the landing area, leaving Neva with the examination of the rest of the artifacts<\/span><\/span>. I looked down at my watch to remind myself of the time we have before the report back to the main ship.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“Captain, I found something,” shouted Dio. He was standing behind what looked like a tall tree in the middle of the bushes. We hurried towards the spot and followed our eyes to the spot he was pointing at. It was a metallic bar coming out of the ground like a door handle. <\/span>Perhaps<\/span><\/span>, it was the door to the underground where the aliens stayed hidden from the surface?<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“<\/span>Shall<\/span><\/span> we pull it?,” asked Dio.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“Why not? <\/span>If there is still any intelligent life on this planet, they would already have detected us now,” I replied with the resigned voice<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It took a few of us to pull and stared at another door beneath it. But the door below has a lock, a glass screen, <\/span>similar to<\/span><\/span> what we would know as hand-print authentication. <\/span>It would be impossible to find a perfect hand-print of an alien and the conclusion reached was that we need to blast our way in<\/span><\/span>. <\/span>The only issue was that we didn’t know what kind of defense mechanism that had <\/span><\/span>been installed<\/span><\/span> and we wouldn’t want to <\/span><\/span>be blamed<\/span><\/span> for any destruction that resulted from our actions<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It might have been instinct or plain silliness, but saying nothing, Dio placed his hands on the glass. <\/span>And a few seconds later, lights flashed from the sides of the door and it slid away into the earth, leaving us staring into a black hole<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If there was indeed a signal,\u00a0 there must be a working transmitter somewhere on the planet. And it would have to be close to our location, based on the signal strength that we were able to detect. I gave an order search for any clues around the landing area leaving Neva with the examination of the rest of the artifacts. I looked down on my watch to remind myself of the time we have before the report back to the main ship.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19,51,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-396","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-science-fiction","category-writers-journal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":397,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions\/397"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}