The Quantum Connection

I see your point. 

Steven, what about that? Tatiana interjected. Why don't we look for missing hive members or ships throughout our history?

Good idea, Tatiana, Mike replied to her. His growing intellect allowed him to distinguish orders from Tatiana that appeared to have no conflict of interest to our health. As long as that didn't occur Mike would accept orders or requests from her now . . . to a point.

Yeah Mike, that is a good idea, I added.

Okay, here is the data. And the number of Gray spacecraft lost in our solar system versus Earth's timeline appeared in our heads.

The pertinent data was simple. The only time Gray ships appeared to have been lost in our history was in the zero and b.c. timeframe, and then the two that were most recently lost. Obviously, the two lost recently were the one that the W-squared team shot down and the one that Tatiana and I took. But five thousand years ago there was a dramatic period of lost Gray ships in our solar system. Integrating the area under the curve on the graph suggests nearly a hundred Gray ships were lost between three thousand twenty-five b.c. and about fifty a.d. and then there were no spacecraft lost between then and the present. That really blows a hole in the Roswell crash theory doesn't it? Nothing seemed to shed light on the alien abduction stories in our popular culture, though.

CHAPTER 17

On several occasions since finding him I had asked Mike to explain to me about the Grays' history and where they came from. He seemed only to have navigational data as to various alien homeworlds (the Grays' homeworld was one he didn't have) and data about the abductees. He explained to me that this was because he didn't know the Grays' mission and that he only flew the ship, ran day-to-day functions, and took care of certain mundane data storage. The Grays were great strategists and didn't really need the SuperAgents involved in their business. Consider a computer on the web, Mike said. The computer is useful, but the goals of the computer's owner are not known to the computer itself.

Using the navigational data in Mike we put together a map of the Milky Way and overlaid upon it territories of various aliens. Anson and Anne Marie and I were discussing this one morning over doughnuts and coffee (I was having a Mountain Dew) and Anson noticed something startling.

'So, let me see if I understand this completely.' Anson stroked his thinning hairline and took a swig of his coffee. 'The blue area is where we have been and the green is where we have looked. The tiny dot that makes on the galaxy overlay is just that, a dot. The red area here is Gray territory, this yellow area is some other alien, and there are no other aliens in the galaxy?'

'Well, Anson, I'm not sure that's right. The SuperAgent on board the Phoenix just says that the large areas are controlled by the Grays and the Lumpeyins, whoever they are. It doesn't say if they are the only species or not. But it does appear that the Grays and the Lumpeyins have divided the galaxy between them,' I explained.

Anne Marie leaned across the table and grabbed a doughnut. 'Yeah, I see that, but what about at higher resolutions? Are there other species like us embedded in there?'

'Good question, Annie. Let me ask it.' I leaned back in my chair and talked to Mike verbally as I had been doing in front of the W-squared folks. 'Mike, do you have data on other species and can you mark them on the graphic display with a black x?'

'Sure, Steven.' Mike responded over the intercom we had set up a few days earlier. The image of the painted galaxy on the flat-screen display now had two thousand or so black x's on it.

'Wow!' Annie exclaimed.

'I had no idea!'

'Mike,' Anson asked, 'can you zoom in on our area and show it at a scale that will show us the boundary between us and the Grays' territory?'

'Yes.'

'Look at that; it's a perfect circle around us, two hundred light years in diameter. No wonder we haven't found any aliens yet,' Anne Marie pointed out.

'Mike, can you tell me if there are other of these civilizations that have such a perfect boundary about them?' Anson was on to something, but I wasn't sure what.

'Yes, about a quarter of them display such boundaries,' Mike replied.

'What? You mean five hundred or so of these spots have a two-hundred-light-year diameter boundary around them?' I asked.

'Yes, Steven, exactly five hundred seventeen,' Mike assured me in the automaton voice he used for the intercom.

Anson stroked his chin and then leaned back in his chair. 'Mike could you paint these with a bright orange x instead of a black one?

'Yes,' Mike said.

The image now displayed was startling. All of the orange x's were deep inside the Grays' red-painted region of the galaxy. What did this mean?

Anson stroked his chin again and ran his fingers through his hair. He picked up his coffee cup but then set it back down before he took a sip from it. 'That's it! We are quarantined from the Grays for some reason or other. It could be due to a Prime Directive like in Star Trek or fear or some treaty with these Lumpeyins or, heck, it might even be an actual quarantine. Who knows? The one thing I am sure of is this. The Grays outgun us and outnumber us by a huge portion of the galaxy. Their resources must be immense. So, something is keeping them from conquering us. Maybe it is these Lumpeyins doing it. Somebody had to have been around five thousand years ago with technology that could shoot them down and I'm betting on them.'

Then I had an epiphany and opened my private channel with Mike.