EARTH PLAN (7 page)

On top of all that, the humans were chained in servitude to a financial system that was totally artificial and controlled by the Greys, leaving the humans literal debt slaves to the evil agenda of the Dark One that the Greys served. In the end, the Greys were just as much slaves as the humans were their slaves. They were both slaves to the demons, and then ultimately to the Dark One who really controlled how things worked on Earth.

Here and there through the centuries, a few humans, seers and mystics, were able to break their mind control programming and see the world the Dark One was running for what it really was. These people left clues for others to find. With the help of some positive spiritual contact with the Angels, the flame of hope was kept alive in humanity and in the Earth. These wise humans knew that it was a battle between the light and the dark, between good and evil spiritual entities, with the Earth and all life at risk.

But now the Watchers were seeing into the future of Earth, and they were shocked. They knew the future could usually be altered and hoped that was still possible, as this was far too terrible to let happen.

The Watchers disconnected from Man One and let him get some sleep. Their fly probe left him and returned to home base where it was put away into its storage case. The Watchers had gotten what they desired in learning about the history of the Dark One's influence on Earth, but they had also learned a great deal more than they had expected to.

The Watchers took some time to think this over and discuss what they would do next, as the humans they had found were still in an early state, many thousands of years from the nuclear age they had foreseen in the unconscious stream of the human race. They considered teaching the man some language so they could better communicate with him, and perhaps warn his race from their future course, but then they thought better of it, wanting to leave the humans to develop whatever languages they would on their own. Giving them a language would be too much interference, they felt.

CHAPTER 14

Man One awoke and it was cold, just before dawn on the Watcher’s planet. He’d not gotten used to his surroundings yet and felt some confusion and fear as he looked around. But he was alone and safe. It had been a good idea to get up high, he thought, where nothing could get to him. Strange dreams he had last night, though…

But he felt not too bad and went in search of water and food. He needed those. A big stick would be good, too, he thought. He’d like to have one again. He had a stick a little while ago when he was in that other strange place, he remembered. It had been a little like his home there, but it was not his home. The place he was in now was not his home, either. It would be nice to go home again, he thought and pictured it in his mind.

During the night the Watchers had placed Woman Two with the child of Man One in an area where he was sure to find them. Now that it was dawn, the man and woman would both head down to the water, and it was there that they would encounter each other.

Man One slipped down from the rock and looked at the valley below. He could see the river snaking across the land, its water reflecting the sunlight. It made him thirsty just to see it. He didn't see any other humans in the area, so he started to climb down.

Soon, he was making his way to the river. He was passing by a large rock when he stopped suddenly, as there was the sound of a baby crying nearby.

He froze in place, then carefully looked around.

Whose child was that? His memory was jogged back to being on the ship...the woman he had mated with; her giving birth and passing away; the female child that was alive. What had happened to his child? His mind reeled.

Cautiously, he moved around the rock, as it seemed the sound was coming from behind it. The closer he got, the louder the crying became. He was moving slow, crouching to protect himself. It could be a trap, after all. Things were still new on this world to him. He didn't know what he could trust.

But he trusted himself and his instincts. They told him to investigate this sound of the child crying. They were not wrong.

As he poked his head beyond the rock, he saw the familiar face of his child in the arms of a strange, pregnant woman!

But how could this be? He didn't know and was overcome with joy. He stood up and smiled, making noises of happiness. He moved towards the child, but the woman recoiled back.

Of course, the woman didn't know him. Man One gestured as best he could, to try and make her understand that this was his child. He pointed to his face, then to the child's face. The woman looked from him to the child and she could see the resemblance, but was still suspicious.

The Watchers were observing this process with great interest. They helped it along a little by using their mind powers to calm the woman. That must have worked, as the woman did drop her guard as she saw that the man was not going to be a threat. He simply sat down near them and held his arms up, so he could hold the child.

The woman was naturally hesitant at first, but the look on Man One's face convinced her to give him a chance—that and the subtle urging of the Watchers. They would not try and control her actions, as they did believe in free will, but if she wanted to listen to the thoughts, that was up to her. And they were not bad thoughts, simply for her to allow the father to hold his child.

She gently handed the child over, and Man One's face brightened right up. The child was quiet in his arms and looked at him. They smiled at each other. That made the woman feel good, like she had made the right choice. The child and the man felt happy. The Watchers looked on with pleasure to see that the reunion was going well.

After some time together, Man One got up and handed the child back to the woman, as the child was crying; probably hungry. He was hungry himself, and she must be getting hungry also, as it was now the mid-afternoon. They had shifted once already, closer to the rock to get out of the sun, keeping in the shadows. But now the sun was on an angle and was not as strong.

The woman put the child to her breast, and it suckled there and drank her milk. The woman did not understand why she had milk, as she had not yet given birth, but she was very glad she had it, as the other child was in need. The Watchers had given her some herbs in her food to start her milk production, and the suckling of the child would ensure it would continue for as long as needed. The Watchers planned to monitor her to make sure she was producing enough milk for the child and to help out if need be.

Man One gestured for her to follow him and she nodded; she wanted to, as she had no mate any longer. The man she had been with on Earth had managed to run away and escape when the Watcher's robots were taking samples aboard the ship. But she was still wary. She looked him over, trying to make up her mind.

He took a few steps out of the shade of the rock and then stopped, looking back to see if she was following him. She was, slowly and with trepidation. It was not easy to trust a man she did not know, especially now that she had a child to take care of, even if she had not borne the child and didn't know where it came from.

He walked slowly across the field, making sure the woman and the child were close by at all times. He was happy when they reached the edge of a wooded area, as he could choose another stick from the many branches on the ground. It was cooler inside the trees, too, which they all liked. Also, the man thought, there were more places to hide, in case of attack.

He led the woman and child deep inside the wooded area, until they could see the other side of a clearing starting to appear. They made for it, taking frequent stops as the woman wanted to rest and also to feed the child.

The man watched the feedings with wonder and even tried to put his mouth close to her breasts for a taste. But she wouldn't let him get much of one, swatting him away and laughing. He grinned at that, happy that they seemed to be getting along. She was attractive, and he found himself looking forward to the time when they could try and mate together.

The growling in his belly brought his mind back to the present. He was a bit thirsty too, but not as bad; there had been several streams they had drank out off. Still, it was a hot day, and he got thirsty easily. At the next stream he stopped and drank more.

After he was done, he got up, and looked around. He pointed to a thick stand of trees, with their branches making a sort of shelter on the ground. He picked up a thick stick and gave it to the woman. She understood and went to sit under the boughs with the child, holding the stick for defense. The man, satisfied that she would be alright for a short time, took his own stick and went towards the clearing.

He knelt just before he left the shade of the trees and watched, waiting. He wanted to see what sorts of animals might be there before he walked out into the open. A few minutes passed. He didn't see anything but birds and insects.

Cautiously, he got up and walked into the sunlight, knowing that a big animal could easily be waiting in the tall grass to pounce on him as he walked by. He held his stick up in front and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His naked skin was getting a bit red from all of the sun exposure that day. He just wasn't used to it anymore; all that time on the ship had caused his skin to go very pale. It would take some time to build up to his formerly tanned and toughened skin, and until then he'd be more susceptible to the heat and insect bites.

He walked through the field, liking the feel of the grass on his feet and the soil under it. It had not been the same on the ship, though it had been close. He looked up and saw the open sky, the blue and the clouds, and he felt happy. Then he saw something that made him stop in his tracks.

There was a large tree with many yellow apples hanging from its heavy branches and scattered all around it on the ground. His heart sped up. He knew what these were, and they were delicious! They would take his hunger away, and he could carry some back to the woman.

Carefully, he stepped over the rotting apples on the ground that were being crawled over by wasps, flies, and bees. There were some branches with apples that he could reach, and he stretched for a big, round one. The apple pulled off easily, and he bit into it at once. It was so good, just like he used to remember. He ate the first one quickly, throwing away the core when it was done and then yanking another apple from the tree. He looked at how far the sun had gone in the sky, and it was moving lower; the day didn't have much longer to go, maybe a few hours.

He ate his fill, then gathered as many apples as he could in his arms and quickly made his way back to the woman and child, not wanting to leave them alone for too long.

She was delighted to see him and amazed to see the apples. She too, had not tasted one in a long time and biting into it brought back memories of how things used to be and where they used to live.

After she had eaten some apples and nursed the baby, the man led them on, looking for a more secure place to sleep for the night. He had used large leaves to wrap the remaining apples in, as he remembered they would stay fresher that way. They carried the apples wrapped in the leaves with them. He walked ahead a few paces with his stick in hand, making sure the woman carried her stick, too.

He led them on until they came to a river, and they drank their fill. It had been a couple of hours of walking without a drink, so they were thirsty. He could see the sun only touching the tops of the highest trees now and knew the night was coming, soon.

He hastily signaled for the woman to follow him along the river bank where it was more clear of undergrowth. Sometimes he walked in the shallow river, for two reasons: it was faster going, and it would throw off anyone (or anything) that might be tracking them. The woman followed, but more carefully, as she was carrying the baby.

Eventually, the man found a rock face that rose up high into a hill. There was a sheltered area in front of the riverbank and also an opening that went back into a small cave, under the hill. He directed the woman to stay outside while he went in to check it out.

He stood at the opening of the cave and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darker area inside. Reaching down, his hand touched some small, round rocks, and he grabbed a handful of these. He threw the rocks into the cave while making noises with his mouth, in order to scare out any animals that might be there. He just hoped there were no humans in there with bad intent. But the only things that rustled in the cave were some insects and a couple of bats that flew over his head, heading out as night came on.

He took a few more steps into the cave and stood there, listening. He turned around and it seemed safe. He could see the opening easily from the back of the cave; the colors of the sky as the sun set could be seen through the trees. The cave didn't go very far in, but the back was sealed as far as he could tell. This would do, at least for tonight, maybe even longer, he thought. He'd have to see how they fared that night in the new place, though, to be sure.

He stepped out into the twilight, and the smile on his face must have given him away, because the woman smiled back and made her way to him. He looked down at the child as the woman passed by and was happy he could find them a safe place for the night. He bounded ahead, then waved for her to enter, going in ahead of her. The woman stepped into the cave and looked around; it seemed alright to her, too. She found a dry spot on some sand and sat down with the child. The child was sleeping peacefully. The man yawned, seeing her sleeping so well, but knew his job wasn't done, yet. He gestured to the woman that he was going out but would return.

Outside the cave, the man used the last of the daylight to find what leaves he could. He gathered up a great armful of them and took them into the cave, making a bed they could lay upon. That done, he sat at the entrance of the cave, not moving, just listening and observing as night descended. Sometimes animals sought out caves at night, he knew, and he had to be on guard. But no animals came to use the cave, only the insects of the night, which bothered him a little.

The stars came out. He had almost nodded off sitting there, guarding the entrance. He looked up and wondered why they were different from the stars he used to know. What had happened to him and brought him here? Perhaps he'd never know. He shrugged it off and wished he had some fire to light their cave. That was one thing that was still rare to him, and to the humans he used to live with.

He went inside the cave to sleep beside the woman and the child on the bed of leaves.