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Boundless

  Published by Walibba .J. Philip

  Copyright 2015 Walibba .J. Philip

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  Prologue

  The message on my computer screen was not quite clear.

  You must be wondering why I'm contacting you, but I had to reach you before it’s too late.

  If you are reading this message, please get in touch urgently.

  The future of humanity is under threat. We need you DS and we are running out of time.

  I have to go

  Be brave.

  Your grand father

  Eel

  Chapter One

  'Silly scam.' I muttered to myself shutting my laptop and placing it gently back inside my back pack. I couldn’t believe how people in this day and age abused the net. This email was sent apparently from my granddad. I sent to my junk mail folder. I had to renew my antivirus subscription as a matter of priority thought. It was two months overdue.

  Strange choice of name too, Eel, I mused pulling up my blue faded denims. Dad once told me when I inquired about grandpa,

  'Danny,' he said,’ lucky for you but I never got to see my own dad. He passed away long before I was even born.'

  Fifteen minutes later, even as I exited my flat which overlooked the San Francisco Bay and the South Beach Harbor marina, I still felt angry at that strange email. I decided to switch my thoughts to more refreshing news.

  Uncle Henry Bradford, professor of Physics at the University of Washington D.C had just been awarded the Nobel peace prize in Physics. Lucky chap, I thought grinning. His name would forever be remembered unlike mine, his Nephew. I hadn’t made it past high school and was now a small time chef in one of those low down restaurants in down town San Francisco.

  ‘You are late, again.’ my hairy angry looking supervisor snarled as soon as I barged in,

  ‘Sorry Cliff, it won’t happen again.’ whizzing past him into the kitchen, and grabbing at a damp white apron which hang by the wall.

  ‘That’s what you always say.’

  ‘I promise, last time.’ trying my best to sound remorseful.

  Barely ten minutes into my shift,

  ‘Ds, you have a phone call.’ It was Tracy at the front counter.

  ‘Hello,’ I said as soon as I lifted the black cold plastic to my ear.

  ‘Danny my boy,' Uncle Henry's loud voice sounded into my ear. 'I have been trying to reach you on your cell phone with little success, so I thought, why not call your work place instead. Are you okay?’

  'Uncle Henry!' I exclaimed ignoring his question, 'Am so thrilled, saw you on CNN, FOX, you were all over the news! And,' I continued still excited, 'I was just thinking about you, and was going to call you. Sorry for having you worried but, it's my phone you know, it's been having some issues lately. Anyway, how is down south?’

  'Danny,' he cut in, 'and the reason I called is, someone from the US government is here to take me back to Washington. He says it’s something important, something to do with possible extraterrestrial contact and I must admit you've always been interested in such unproven hypothesizes, although I’m the scientist in the family. Here he comes, I got to go.’

  ‘Uncle Henry?’

  The line only beeped. He'd hang up just like that.

  Uncle Henry always mistook my love for computer games as interest in extraterrestrials. He had taken me under his wing when mom and dad died in a plane crash. At the time, he had been an astronomy trainee with NASA before later moving to the international astronomy observation facility in Atacama Desert, Chile. Uncle Henry had no family of his own, just me.

  A possible extraterrestrial contact? This is crazy, I thought. I had to get to him one way or the other. Then a thought occurred to me. Washington D.C.

  ‘I'm terribly sorry Cliff, family emergency.' I said rushing to undo my apron. 'I have to go and please, don’t pay me for today.’

  ‘But you’ve only just gotten here and besides, I thought you said you had no family.’

  ‘I have one now.’

  On the DC flight, I reopened my laptop and typed,

  Who is this?

  I clicked the send button and waited.

  I am from your past but put correctly, am your future.

  This guy is strange I thought. I typed again.

  What future?

  I clicked the send button again.

  2112, and we need your help.

  What kind of help? I asked.

  Some people in your life time are planning to alter the course of history and the future of mankind as you know it.

  So?

  They intend to turn our species into a super hybrid, able to move through time and space, but they will fail and as a consequence, our solar system will be invaded by species from another galaxy and mankind will be exiled. In other words, we will become the very aliens we seekto contact.

  How plausible is all this? I typed feeling excited and yet a bit frightened.

  Because, I’m that consequence.

  What planet are you from then?

  Earth.

  Here?

  Yes but not the earth you now know or see, but earth exiled in an intergalactic space trapped between the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies.

  How can I trust that you are not a hacker or scammer?

  You are currently on a DC flight trying to reach your Uncle who also happens to be aboard a military aircraft flying from Chile to the Pentagon as we speak, and Ds,

  Yes?

  Fasten your seatbelt.

  Why?

  Your plane is 3 seconds away from a missile strike.

  A sudden loud explosion followed, gas masks dropped in front of me and my face got covered in sot. Loud screams and shrieks ensured followed by deafening siren sounds, flickering lights and rapid spins in all directions. Our plane was on fire and on a rapid nose dive.