Synarchy Book 2: The Ascension (5 page)

“
Might as well monitor
everything while you’re in there,” Abe suggested as he walked over
to a cabinet to get the equipment they would need.

“
Think it will work?”
Shirley asked as she walked over to the row of computers and turned
three of them on.

“
I’ve never been big on
conspiracy theories, but I don’t see why the FDA went to such
extreme lengths to stop Reich’s research, so it just might.” Derek
took a final, quick sip from his coffee cup, then set it down and
unbuttoned his shirt.

Shirley glanced up as Derek opened his
shirt and caught herself starring. She ducked her head down,
hopefully controlling the blush she thought was creeping into her
cheeks. “What your password, Abe?”

“
USS Scorpion 589. Spell the
first and third S with a dollar sign,” Abe said as he walked over
to Derek. He placed small white sensors over Derek’s torso. The
device Abe put on Derek’s forehead resembled a headband, all black
and a lot thinner. Abe pressed an unseen button in the back and a
dull blue light illuminated Derek’s head.

“
This is your prototype,
isn’t it?” Derek asked, pointing to the device Abe had just put
around his head.

“
Yup. And a lot more
effective and convenient than an fMRI.” Abe slapped him on the
shoulder. “You’re all set. Go have a kundalini what-the-fuck-ever
experience.”

“
Thanks.” Derek opened the
door to the accumulator. “How long should I stay in
here?”

“
Reich’s instructions
strictly say, no more than thirty minutes at a time,” Shirley
said.

“
Got it. And I’m supposed to
breathe slow and deep, and try to still my mind, right?” Derek
stepped inside.

Shirley nodded. “From what Grams has
told me.” Grams was Dr. Angela Knoxx, Shirley’s grandmother and
another scientist on their team. Despite her background in science
Knoxx was a complete New Ager. “Attempt to visualize each of your
chakras opening up and spinning.”

“
I can’t believe we’re
wasting Think Tank hours on this.” Abe shook his head as he sat
down at the computer next to Shirley.

“
Right. Visualize. See you
in half an hour.” Derek pulled the door closed.

“
Are you going to think he’s
cuter if he comes out all Buddha-like?” Abe asked, looking up at
Shirley with a barely suppressed grin.

There was no stopping Shirley’s blush
this time. “I hope you get abducted by aliens.”

Abe burst into laughter. “Great, now
I’m going to get beamed up to some spaceship that’s part of some
Galactic Federation.”

Shirley barely stifled a giggle.
“Stranger things have happened.”

Abe snorted. “Yeah, maybe
to
you
.”

§

June 12, 2012 - 9:44 AM

Alexandria, VA

S.V.T. Think Tank

“
How many other things do we
have that we don’t know about it? Or are we fully up to speed now?”
Lucien Terenzio asked as he climbed out of the car, looking around.
The SVT Think Tank complex was gated off, a steel and glass
building partially hidden by the array of tulip trees scattered
across the well-tended lawn. Off the parking lot, a family of ducks
played in the small man-made pond, and park benches for employee
breaks littered the area.

“
Combine your memories with
current knowledge, and we should all be fully up to speed.” Vasco
Terenzio, the oldest by seconds, tucked his hands comfortably into
his pants pockets and walked up to the building’s doors.

“
I have to say, your family
is very adept at keeping secrets,” Caleb Kincade said as he closed
the car door then and followed along behind them.

“
Is any one surprised
Stefano’s son managed to carry on the intrigue?” Simone
Terenzio-Russo sounded amused as she followed her brothers into the
building.

Derek was standing in the lobby,
waiting for them. He had just finished in the Accumulator when the
call came in that the triplets were a few minutes away. He hadn’t
had a chance yet to go over the results of his meditation session
with Abe and Shirley, but that could wait until later. When the
triplets walked into the lobby, Derek smiled warmly and walked over
to greet them.

Lucien made the last introduction.
“Derek, this is our shadow, Caleb Kincade.”

Caleb stepped forward and shook Derek’s
hand. “Mr. Vaughn, I’m told that your level is the most secure in
the building. After I’ve seen the Terenzios there, I’ll need access
to your security center, full clearance, and cooperation from your
personnel.”

Simone studied Caleb as he gave orders
to Derek. Since climbing out of the Holon that had provided she and
her brothers with their past life memories, little things reminded
her constantly of Kyle Zhane, a husband from a time not so long
ago. Caleb was becoming one of them. His tone, his mannerisms, were
almost General-like, and they stirred up fond memories of a man
that she had deeply, deeply loved. That was the past, though, and
Caleb wasn’t Kyle; not that it would matter if he were. Shaking
herself back into the present, Simone followed Derek and her
brothers.

“
Not a problem, Mr.
Kincade.” Derek looked both tired and excited as he led them over
to the elevators. Inside, he swiped his access card on the panel
and leaned forward for the retinal scan. Once his identity was
confirmed, he pressed the button for his floor.

“
So, what kind of cool
projects are we working on?” Lucien asked.

“
Too many to list.” Derek
chuckled. “Level two is robotics and weapons. Really cool stuff.
Level three is split between our security center and the bio
weapons division. Level four, where we’re going, is
mine.”

“
And what do you primarily
work on, on your level?” Simone asked.

“
We sit around and think of
cool stuff for the other two levels to work on.” Derek
smiled.

“
I want a light saber,”
Lucien said.

Derek chuckled. “Me, too. You say the
word, Mr. President, and we’ll start working on it.”

“
Is this how we’ll be using
our presidential power?” Amusement flickered through Simone’s
eyes.

“
He gets no say in what goes
on at the Think Tank,” Vasco said, straight-faced.

“
Haters. Both of you.”
Lucien eyeballed his siblings.

The elevator doors dinged open, and
Derek led the way. Two main lab rooms sat in the middle of the
fourth level, with a smaller conference room sandwiched between
them. The senior scientists’ offices were on the second floor,
accessible by a spiral staircase. Abe and Shirley sat in the lab
room where they had brought Menes days earlier. Derek led the
triplets into the lab, and while introductions were made again,
Caleb prowled the area, checking the exits. Seemingly satisfied the
triplets would be fine without him for a few moments, he excused
himself and took the stairs down to the security center.

“
And this is—was—Menes.”
Derek took them over to the cryogenic tank that was slightly bigger
than a coffin, sitting up against one wall. Derek flipped a switch
and turned on the light, illuminating the deceased man floating in
liquid nitrogen.

There was a mixture of subtle,
surprised reactions on the triplet’s faces. Menes looked
otherworldly, even in death.

“
Have you performed an
autopsy?” Vasco looked over at the scientists.

Abe nodded. “Aside from his DNA, he’s
just like us. He had the healthiest internal organs I’ve ever seen.
The anomaly is that he has three strands of DNA instead of two, and
I cannot determine how that works. It’s pretty crazy.”

“
Is that even supposed to be
able to happen?” Lucien rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at
Abe.

“
No. Our cells shouldn’t
even be able to handle it. But Menes’ body is a little more evolved
than ours,” Abe said.

“
Have you figured out how
that works?” Simone asked, pointing to the golden rod with the
crystal attached to the top.

Derek shook his head. “No. But, we do
know that Crystals can focus, amplify, transform, transmit and
store energy. Marc Vogel, a pioneer in this science, among other
things, called it FATTs.”

Simone blinked, staring down at the
rod. “Crystals do that?”

“
Sure do. You don’t realize
it, but you use crystals in your computers, your LCD screens,
clocks, all kinds of devices,” Derek explained. “The science of
actually storing information or energy—like a battery, for
example—directly inside a crystal is still in its baby stages. In
1994, though, Stanford University scientists proved it could be
done when they stored the image of the Mona Lisa inside a quartz
crystal, and then retrieved it. That equaled about 163 KB of data.
Not a lot. We tried to measure the energy in this thing—” Derek
motioned at the rod. “—using a very complex device called an Omega
5, and we’ve determined that this crystal holds a crazy amount of
energy. In terms you can understand, probably millions of terabytes
of data.”

Lucien whistled. “That’s a
lot.”

“
It’s defiantly a power
source, and that’s how it was able to put that force field around
Menes, but I have no idea what the mechanics of that are. It’s
beyond our science.” Derek looked a little awed. “We could detach
the crystal from the rod and do more tests, if you
want.”

“
Don’t,” Vasco said. “Not
yet, anyway. What have you found in regards to evidence about the
Ascension?”

“
Conscious Evolution might
be a better term for it,” Shirley said.

Lucien scratched the back of his head.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s that?”

“
Ascension implies that
humans are going to leave their physical bodies and transform into
some ethereal state. I don’t think that’s going to be the case.
It’s our consciousness that is ascending or, more accurately,
evolving.”

Vasco arched a brow.
“Meaning?”

“
Einstein stated that the
same consciousness that created a problem cannot be the same
consciousness to fix it. We can all agree that humanity is sitting
in front of a very profound crossroad, and we may very well be on
the brink of destroying our planet. Faced with this challenge, and
remembering Einstein’s words, the only logical conclusion would be
to change our consciousness. Evolve.” Shirley grabbed a stylus and
touched it to the large LCD screen, bringing up bar graphed data.
“Admittedly, the science is still in its infant stages, but there
are some amazing experiments being done that show the power of our
minds, and our ability to create or manifest the things that happen
in our lives.”

“
I got you. The whole, we
affect our reality, and the internal creates the external stuff,”
Lucien said.

Shirley smiled. “Exactly.”

Simone walked behind Shirley’s chair,
looking at the LCD screen. “Are there any scientific
examples?”

Shirley nodded, “A few. The Global
Consciousness Project is an international group that attempts to
measure the power of consciousness interacting with random event
generators. Their data is fascinating. For example, they saw
activity four hours before 9/11 which leads to speculation that on
some level, we knew it was going to happen. They’ve found the same
happens right before an earthquake, or other natural disasters.”
Dragging the pen over the screen, Shirley moved one graph aside and
brought forward another. “Lynn McTaggart is another researcher who
has used large groups of people to conduct what she calls
‘intention’ experiments. They’ve managed to change the pH levels of
water, just by thinking about it.”

“
McTaggart is an
ex-journalist, not a scientist and the Global Consciousness data
isn’t as conclusive as they make it sound.” Abe shook his head.
“Like Shirley said, all the science is in its infancy and in my
opinion, unreliable.”

Lucien grinned faintly down at Abe.
“Aw, you kinda remind me of Vasco before we could get him to
believe in past lives.”

Abe blinked. “Say, what?”

“
I’ve heard talk about a
Galactic Alignment, what is that specifically?” Simone
interrupted.

“
You remember your past
lives?” Shirley’s eyes widened over at Vasco, who shrugged at her.
“That’s amazing.” Shirley mulled over the concept of reincarnation,
then looked over her shoulder at Simone. “It occurs once every
25,800 years. The Sun, and Earth will line up in the center of the
Milky Way at the exact moment of our winter solstice. Astronomers
who have studied the Galactic Center report that periodically, for
reasons unknown, it spits out extreme barrages of cosmic
energy.”

“
Which is good, bad, we
don’t know?” Lucien looked between the scientists.

“
We don’t know,” Abe
said.

“
It has been theorized by a
lot of researchers such as Sergey Smelyakov, that as the Galactic
center spits out this energy, it is catalyzing our evolution by
means of higher dimensional torsion waves. They travel to Earth
through the Sun. In a few months, we’ll be in line to get them
directly,” Shirley said.