{"id":402,"date":"2020-01-21T13:12:09","date_gmt":"2020-01-21T13:12:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/?p=402"},"modified":"2020-01-21T13:12:09","modified_gmt":"2020-01-21T13:12:09","slug":"writers-journal-91-scorched-earth-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/2020\/01\/21\/writers-journal-91-scorched-earth-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Writers\u2019 Journal #91 \u2013 Scorched Earth \u2013 6"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Neva spoke first. “There is a pyramid,” while pointing both his hands towards the building in front of us. The size and the shape of the pyramid became clearer as we pointed our lights onto the building. It was enormous, but then so were the rest of the buildings. The immediate conclusion was that the residents of that place themselves were large. But there were no statues or pictures that we could see.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“Yes, we could see that Neva. But what is it doing here?,” I replied after gathering my thoughts. <\/span>We had enough of surprises to last for our lifetime, <\/span><\/span>perhaps<\/span><\/span> several lifetimes, since we had landed<\/span><\/span>. <\/span>Finding a pyramid in the middle of an underground alien city didn’t have a profound effect on my nerves as expected<\/span><\/span>. Then another surprise came to us from Dio who was inspecting a building at the roadside with the scanner. He was looking <\/span>closely<\/span><\/span> at what appeared to be an entrance door from far.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“Captain, look here. <\/span>The hand print on this building,” He shouted us to direct our attention to the spot where he was using the scanner on the building at the side of the road, “Aren’t they having 4 fingers with opposable thumbs<\/span><\/span>?” The image was not clear but with a closer look, the imprint gave the impression of a human hand, albeit larger. <\/span>We had discovered alien species that could <\/span><\/span>be considered<\/span><\/span> as intelligent, but none had the body shaped like a man<\/span><\/span>. <\/span>We had long assumed that the opposable thumb was <\/span><\/span>uniquely<\/span><\/span> human, but the image on the building proved otherwise<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“Neva, can you pinpoint the original of the signal?,” I turned around to asked Neva.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“There,” was the one-word reply from Neva.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“Where is there?,” I replied.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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“The pyramid, Captain,” Neva looked up from the receiver, he was holding to face me. He looked as if he had seen a ghost, an alien ghost.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Neva spoke first. “There is a pyramid,” while pointing both his hands towards the building in front of us. The size and the shape of the pyramid became clearer as we pointed our lights onto the building. It was enormous, but then so were the rest of the buildings. The immediate conclusion was that the residents of that place themselves were large. But there were no statues or pictures that we could see.<\/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-402","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\/402","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=402"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":405,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/402\/revisions\/405"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}