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SECRETS OF THE YELLOW BOOK…3
The Krill as a Source for the Yellow Book…3
The Origin and Meaning of: KRLL…4
ACQUISITION OF ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY…5
Observations by a Visiting Nordic…7
The Men in Black…10
The J-Rod Source for the Yellow Book…13
Information on the Yellow Book from Bob Lazar…15
How is this Yellow Book constructed…18
How the Yellow Book works…18
Was Jesus Really an Alien…20
Were Aliens present at Crucifixion of Jesus…21
The Baptism of Christ…23
Close Encounters and the Yellow Book…25
Reagan Briefing Transcript…26
Should we fear the Yellow Book…27
In our Blue Planet Conspiracy Book…27
The Ebens…29
Facts on the Ebens Revealed…30
Why the Ebens Came to Earth…32
Genetically Altered Aliens and Ebens…32
Ebe #1, #2 and #3…33
The Red Book…41
PENTAGEN: Alien Energy Source…42
U.S. Production of Pentagen…42
Update on the CR Energy Source…46
This is the timeline for the CR…48
Other Aliens Heading Towards Earth…49
Formal Alien Treaty Signed…50
Underground Bases…51
Deception and Mutilations…53
The Study Group…53
Genetic Experimentation…56
Project Gleam: Communicating…59
The Visitors Arrival dates…60
Anonymous Information…61
Project Serpo Planning and Negotiations…62
Planet Serpo…63
The Trip to Planet Serpo…64
Living Conditions on Serpo…64
The Team’s Reports About Serpo…64
MJ-12…69
Animal Mutilations and UFO Chronology…79
General Observations…80
The Mystery Choppers…83
Animal and Human Mutilations…85
UFOs and Geomagnetic Anomalies…88
The Greys…89
The Psychology of the Greys…89
Grey Physiology and Anatomy…90
The Taxonomy of Aliens…92
Sirius and the Men-in-Black…94
Discussion: Aliens and UFOs…98
General Types of Entities…104
Other entities …104
Several facts are now apparent…107
The Yellow Book is the alien's history of our universe recorded by the aliens themselves and revealing their interactions and involvement with Earth's development and evolution!
The Aliens brought this amazing Yellow Book to Earth, presenting it to U.S. Government officials at the famous Holloman AFB landing on April 1964 by female Ebe #2 and it was also translated by her.
Some of the information in the Yellow Book was difficult to interpret. You see, the Ebens don’t refer to years as we refer to our years. They speak of time, but in terms of an event clock, so to help us better understand this, the Ebens detail our years as a point of reference. This Yellow Book also puts things in a different perspective because the predictions contained in the Yellow Book would have been collected in the future as things that had happened in their past.
The Krill as a Source for the Yellow Book
Although this may conflict with other information I have received, the late Bill Cooper, in the Crill Report, claims that O.H. Crill, an exchange ambassador from Tiphon in Draco, was one of the main sources of information for the Yellow Book.
The Crill, or Krill, (This may get confusing) is the name given to a lizard species of the Draco system. The name originally was the name of one of the "ambassadors" that came to stay on Earth after the U.S. Government had its first official contact with them. Later on, the name got used to indicate the species "Ambassador Krill" belonged to.
President Eisenhower met with our first alien ambassador, Krlll, on Feburary 20th, 1954. Krlll helped establish diplomatic relations with an alien race that became known as the “Etherians”.
The Origin and Meaning of: KRLL; KRYL; O. H. KRLL; O. H. CRIL; O. H. KRILL…
The KRILL papers seemingly came out of nowhere and have stirred up a small hornet’s nest of speculation. Who is O. H. Krill? Is the information correct? Are parts of the text correct and parts incorrect? Where did the papers come from? I’ll try to explain…
OK, here goes:
When the aliens landed at Holloman AFB in the 60's communication was established between the United States Government and the aliens. During this communication a basic agreement was reached which was the precursor for the formal treaty and the diplomatic relations which followed. The aliens left a hostage with the United States as a pledge of fulfillment of their part of the agreement. The name of that hostage was KRLL and was sometimes spelled KRYL. At this point I will refer to him as KRLL as this was the spelling used in the part of the documents which were seen.
This hostage furnished much information about the aliens which became the foundation of the Red Book that was completed from information obtained from the "GUESTS" at a later date. In order that this information could be circulated and discussed among the military and the scientific community a pseudonym was coined as a code for information which had originated from KRLL.
The code name for KRLL was Cril. The initials O. H. stand for "ORIGINAL HOSTAGE" All information thus circulated from the source KRLL was said to be authored by O. H. Cril. The information was usually of scientific or seemingly of an occult nature and was sanitized so that no inference to an alien race or culture occurred. This was done so that feedback and recommendations could be gleaned from those experts who were not privy to the secret.
It was also used to pass technology from the aliens into the defense contracting community and the U.S. Space program. KRLL became ill after a few years and
almost died but was nursed by a physician who eventually became the government expert on alien medicine and pathology.
KRLL did die at some later date. The pseudonym continued to be used for the same purpose for many years and may or may not be in use at this time.
The KRILL papers must have been authored by someone in the government or military who knew this information because the author O. H. Krill is an obvious take-off on O. H. Cril and thus on KRLL.
It is apparent that whoever O. H. Krill really was, he did know the story of Krill. The origin of the material will most probably be the object of much speculation. It has been said that much of the material is correct and agrees with previously released information.
One of the sources of the KRILL papers appears to be Bill Cooper. Here is one of the releases:
A SITUATION REPORT ON OURACQUISITIONOF ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY AND INTERACTIONWITHALIENCULTURES
JANUARY 1988BY O.H. KRILL
Throughout the forty-year period when UFOs have been actively observed in our civilization, a lot of data has been gathered data which has often pointed to aspects of the phenomena that have been suppressed. As a result of the suppression and compartmentalization of the information, our culture has been fragmented into several levels of "reality" which both co-exist and oppose each other. Part of our culture does not or will not believe in the existence of other species; part of our culture acknowledges their existence or the probability of their existence; while part of our culture is actually interacting with the other species.
These simultaneous realities contribute to the condition of extreme confusion in which we find ourselves. Research into UFOs follows a similar pattern. Some view the matter in a completely empirical perspective; others search for patterns and functional relationships in events; still others go out and ask the right questions at the right time and get answers,
Some of those answers that have appeared are, to some people, quite disturbing and fantastic. All in all, we are dealing with new concepts in physics, new concepts in psychology, and the gradually growing awareness that we are not only not alone here, but we have never been alone here.
As if that were not enough, it turns out that factions of our society have known this, and apparently have been interacting with some of these alien species for quite a while. The bottom line is that all along, humanity has been led down a false path, a path that has been plagued by layer upon layer of conspiracies and disinformation. Technological knowledge and absolute power have been the motives on the human side. Survival has been the motive on the alien side, or at least as far as the predominant alien visitors are concerned.
The intent of this message is to bring much of the details regarding this into the open. You are not being asked to believe it, but to consider it in the light of what has happened, what is happening, and what may be developing right under our very noses.
If you find that you cannot stomach such thoughts, or that you cannot deal with it, read no further.
It is quite evident, or it should be, that the UFO situation is both complex and dangerous. The UFO problem is a multi-institutional and multi-dimensional phenomenon. We have established the following as having a basis in fact:
o Craft from other worlds have crashed on Earth.
o Alien craft are from both ultra-dimensional sources and sources within this dimension.
o Early U.S. government efforts at acquiring alien technology were successful.
o The U.S. government has had live alien hostages at some point in time.
o The government has conducted autopsies on alien cadavers.
o U.S. intelligence agencies, security agencies, and public agencies are involved in the coverup of facts pertaining to the situation.
o People have been and are currently abducted, mutilated, murdered and kidnapped as a result of the UFO situation.
o There is a current active alien presence on this planet among us that controls different elements of our society.
o Alien forces maintain bases on Earth and on the Moon.
o The U.S. government has had a working relationship with alien forces for some time, with the express purpose of gaining technology in gravitational propulsion, beam weaponry and mind control.
o Millions of cattle have been killed in the process of acquiring biological materials.
o Both aliens and the U.S. government are responsible for mutilations, but for different reasons.
o We live in a multi-dimensional world that is overlapped and visited by entities from other dimensions. Many of these entities are hostile. Many are not hostile.
o The basis of our genetic development and religions lies in intervention by nonterrestrial and terrestrial forces.
o Actual technology far exceeds that perceived by the public.
o The United States space program is a cover operation that exists for public relations purposes.
o People are being actively killed in order to suppress the facts about the situation. The CIA and the NSA are involved so deeply that exposure would cause collapse of their overt structure.
o Facts indicate alien overt presence within five to ten years.
o Our civilization is one of many that have existed in the last billion years.
Observations by a Visiting Nordic
In October 1987, UFO researcher George Andrews was successfully able to contact one of the Nordics not associated with the Greys, through a woman in California.
What follows are the comments made by the alien:
"Were you a culture about to invade, you would not do it with a flourish of ships showing up in the heavens and undergo risk of being fired upon. That's the type
of warfare slightly less evolved beings get into. You would create intense confusion and disagreement with only inferences to your presence – inferences which would [in turn] cause controversial disagreement.
"The Greys are insidious little fiends. They did exactly [to us] what they're doing here [to you]. You are not on the verge of an invasion. You are not in the middle of an invasion. The invasion has already taken place. It's merely in its final stages.
"What would you invade? [Here he describes the operational plan of the Greys from the beginning.] You would go to the most secret of communities within a society. In the case of the United States, you would go and infiltrate the CIA. You would take over some of them and you would take over part of the KGB.
"You would create great dissension and disagreement between factions of the public at large some groups saying they have seen UFOs, others saying 'No, no, this is not possible.' You would involve two major countries in an on-going idiotic philosophical disagreement so that while the Soviet Union and the United States constantly battle back and forth about who has which piece of territory or whether one invades Iran or whether one invades Afghanistan or whatever... whether one dismantles one nuclear warhead or the other dismantles another group of warheads – you would sit back and laugh if you had the capacity to laugh.
"You would present yourself indeed to some in a group who would protect you [CIA or MJ-12] thinking they had a secret more secret and more perfect knowledge of something than anyone else on this planet had, and they would covet you and you would trust their own greed and you would trust their own mass stupidity to trap them. And you'd do it on both sides.
"You'd show yourself to some of the mass populace to further involve [factions of] the government in an attempt to shut them up, to keep them even more busy quieting them and trying to 'stop more information about UFOs from getting out.' You'd have the mass populace to a state where they distrusted the government. 'Oh, why don't they believe us? Why can't they understand that these things are really happening? We're not crazy!'
"So you would have battles constantly about whether UFOs exist or they don't exist. You would have the public and the government at each other's throats. You would set two major superpowers at each other's throats. And you would
have set up groups like 'haves' the wealthy but contented and the 'havenots.' You would plant the seeds of massive discontent.
"Eventually you might have some show of ships landing in the 1990s. One or two. By the time they have landed, be assured they will be in complete control. You will start doing crossbreeds and more crossbreeds, generation after generation.
"You bribe the government with a few tidbits a Star Wars system. You tease and tempt the Soviet Union with a laser system far finer than any of their own scientists could think of. And you always have that subtle inference just on the borderline of consciousness so that UFOs don't seem believable, yet you keep it couched in secrecy and make it seem quite so insane that no one would believe them.
On top of it, you would unleash forces that would want to kill the UFO contactees if they disclosed that the CIA is dealing with the exact same things the [contact victim] is.
"Maybe one or two hundred years from now, some of the Greys will even physically mingle and you may have some creatures walking around who are pretty much hybrids between Greys and your own race. For now, anything that walks around will look much like yourselves. It's simpler. It holds down on mass panic.
"Everyone who has experiences with them [Greys] will be at odds with the government. To add to that, we will go into a complete phase of earthquake after earthquake and upheaval after upheaval.
"The inner core of the CIA is deeply controlled by the Greys. The CIA sees interaction with the Greys as a path to greater scientific achievement.
"One reason you are seeing so many different kinds of UFOs is that other cultures are watching with extreme interest. Scientists from other cultures arrive to watch. The Greys have not only taken over the intelligence agencies, they have also taken over what those agencies call 'lunatic fringe groups.'"
Well, that's what the Nordic had to say. The source of this also makes the following commentary:
"The ultimate evil is that masked form of psychological complacency that leads one to adhere to a group philosophy rather than eke out one's own horizons. As
soon as you acquire an awareness of being a so-called 'chosen special group,' you are on the way to a fall. That is the seed of destruction in any society and any culture and it leaves it vulnerable. It will be the eventual undoing of the Greys as well. They see not their error it is the very weakness they seize upon that is their own inherent weakness. To try and change a Grey, or a cultish type of 'Star Person,' or a CIA member is futile. It will happen, but all in its own good time... it is the spirit that makes anyone stand up and disagree with something that is untrue and incorrect that will be the thorn in the side of the Greys, and the other forces that have allied with them."
The Men in Black
All things considered, UFO research has become pretty much of a circus today, and the most intriguing and controversial sideshow skirting the edges is the question of the "silencers," or the mysterious "Men in Black." There is a strong subliminal appeal in these accounts of visits by mysterious dark-suited figures (I have been visited myself, as have others I've known) attempting to silence UFO witnesses. A typical situation would be that a witness has a UFO sighting or UFO-related experience. Shortly thereafter he is visited by one or more odd-looking men who relate to him the minutest details of his experience, even though he has as yet told no one for fear of ridicule or other reasons.
The men warn him about spreading the story of his experience around and sometimes even threaten him personally, sometimes obliquely, sometimes directly. Any evidence, if it exists, is confiscated in one way or another. Sometimes the visit is for some totally meaningless reason and the subject of UFOs is hardly mentioned, if at all. But again, the men all seem to look alike.
We actually seem to find ourselves in close proximity to beings who obviously must be directly connected in some way with the objects themselves or the source behind them, yet they seem to be functioning unobtrusively within the framework of our own everyday existence.
The classic conception of an MIB is a man of indefinite age, medium height and dressed completely in black. He always has a black hat and often a black turtleneck sweater. They present an appearance often described as "strange" or "odd." They speak in a dull monotone voice, "like a computer," and are darkcomplexioned with high cheekbones, thin lips, pointed chin, and eyes that are mildly slanted.
The visitors themselves are often on absurd missions. They have reportedly posed as salesmen, telephone repairmen or representatives from official or unofficial organizations. Their mode of transportation is usually large and expensive cars Buicks or Lincolns, sometimes Cadillacs, all black, of course.
I might note at this point that their physical appearance also has included beings that have pale-greyish skin, and that some of them have been seen to have blond hair, yet they wear the clothing and drive the cars previously described.
Their cars often operate with the headlights off, but ghostly purple or greenish glows illuminate the interior. Unusual insignia have been seen emblazoned on the doors and the license plates are always unidentifiable or untraceable.
The fabric of their clothes has been described as strangely "shiny" or thin, but not silky almost as if they have been cut from a new type of fabric.
Their often-mechanical behavior has caused them to be described by some as being like robots or androids (think back to the Dulce lab).
A lot of descriptions of some of these "folks" are pretty bizarre. A businessman's family in Wildwood, New Jersey, was visited by an unusually large man whose pants legs hiked up when he sat down, revealing a green wire grafted onto his skin and running up his leg.
There are other cases of MIB appearing on the other side of a wet, muddy field after a heavy rain, but having no mud whatever on their brightly shined shoes and in the bitter cold, out of nowhere, wearing only a thin coat. Their shoes and wallets all seem new and hardly broken in.
They are not alone. They seem to have faceless conspirators in the nation's post offices and phone companies. Researchers and witnesses often report their mail
going astray at an unusually high rate and being bothered by bizarre phone calls where they are spoken to by metallic, unhuman-sounding voices.
Unusual noises on the phone, intensifying whenever UFOs are mentioned, and voices breaking in on conversations, have all led many people to suspect that their phones are being tapped
One can't discuss the MIB for long without mentioning the name of John A. Keel, an author who has written much about them. Keel has done more than any other writer to publicize this bizarre aspect of the UFO situation. Keel suggests that the UFO are part of the environment itself and come from another timespace continuum; that most of the UFO phenomena is psychic and psychological rather than physical. Well, I personally would not define it that way, although those two components are certainly deeply involved in what's going on.
The first noted appearance of the MIB was in 1947, at the scene of the Maury Island incident, where some debris was ejected from a disk, and subsequently recovered by officials, who loaded them on an Army bomber which crashed on takeoff.
To illustrate a little how bizarre some of the incidents are regarding the MIB, I have assembled a short list of some of the more interesting factors in some cases:
o An ex-Air Force man is gassed and interrogated by MIB after he has learned classified NASA secrets.
o Closeup photos of UFOs were seized from a teenager who is also directly threatened by MIB.
o MIB sighted in the lobby of the U.S. State Department leave a mysterious artifact.
o MIB pose as Air Force officers to silence witnesses
o MIB tries to buy before-hours Coke and sings to birds in trees.
o MIB disintegrates a coin in a witness' hand and tells him that his heart will do the same if he talks.
The J-Rod Source for the Yellow Book
Dan Burisch claims that J-Rod was the source of the Yellow Book, which puts things in a different perspective as J-Rod would have been, at least according to Burisch, a visitor from the future. The 'predictions' that the Yellow Book contains therefore would have been collected in the future as things that had happened in their past.
Many sources mention the presence of a being, called J-Rod, at Area 51. There are two main theories with regard to who J-Rod is. Most sources claim J-Rod is an extraterrestrial, a Grey to be more precise, and most likely from Zeta Reticulum (though it isn't clear whether he'd be a tall grey or not). He would have been part of an exchange program, and his main task here would have been to provide our scientist with knowledge.
And then there is the version of Dan Burisch. He claims to have been one of the scientists that interacted with J-Rod, and that J-Rod is actually a visitor from the future. In this version, several Grey species would be descendants from mankind, and they would now be visiting us from the future to correct some mistakes that ultimately will have a negative impact on the possibility of the future grey humans to survive. Those mistakes that they wanted to remedy would have lead to a cataclysm in 2012, which is what they are trying to avoid.
(So I assume they accomplished their mission or they were wrong on the date. As often happens with their predictions.)
As a side note: In 1954 President Eisenhower met with representatives of the P52 Orions at Edwards Air Force Base for the purpose of signing a treaty and was given something named the “Orion Cube” (AKA the Yellow Book) in exchange. The Orion Cube was an 8×8-inch square cube that was a quantum viewing device that when activated allows access to holographically recorded history and future probabilities.
Something called a Primary Looking Glass Device is housed in S4 Level 2. On either side of this device are 2 Einstein-Rosen Bridges (wormholes) and a series of galactic Positioning Codes that function as a compass. Also, on level 2 are 2 Star-gate jump-pads, the Project Side-kick storage facility, and Weapons Research and Development. Made up of six electro-magnetic fields.
The Looking Glass device with its height adjustable rotating cylinder when injected with argon gas, allows the forward and reverse warping of time/space by scientists. Housed inside this ring are multiple permanent electromagnets consistent with six electromagnetic fields that form above this device, revealing the probabilities of future events.
The secondary function of this device, when positioned at a 45° angle and tuned to a slightly different frequency it can function as an Einstein-Rosen Bridge.
While the Primary Looking Glass Device sounds like something that could also function as a time-travel machine, and I would assume that this alien technology, I wonder if there is any relation to the Yellow Book, if maybe it is an extension of the Yellow Book and is based on its technology?
The Clean Sphere measures fifty-two feet across and is domed by a 2-inch-thick plexiglass clear bubble which forms the containment area where the extraterrestrial biological entity (or EBE) known as J-Rod would be tested. The Dome would be hydraulically raised from the level below which made-up the EBE’s quarters. All interaction was conducted this way to prevent crosscontamination.
The Clean Sphere was filled with regular amounts of oxygen and nitrogen with 5% more hydrogen due to the J-Rod’s lung capacity. The Military referred to JRod as an Ambassador, the entity however considered himself a captive and was poorly treated throughout his 50-year tenure. This area was a quasi-embassy representing the Zeta Reticuli star system.
Dan Burisch would take tissue samples from the entity, who relayed to him telepathically, that he was a human from the future who was sent to Earth from a planet near Zeta Reticuli to find a cure to a genetic neuropathy defect.
During these interactions Burisch would be required to wear a positive pressure suit to keep out bio-contaminants, not unlike what the astronauts wore on the Apollo missions. The entity known as J-Rod was 3 ½ feet tall, large dark wrap around eyes, four-digit hands and feet and elongated arms.
The name J-Rod was derived when linguists asked the entity what his name was, he pointed to the letter j on a keyboard which is the 10th letter in the alphabet and the – key which when investigated was the number 5 in Egyptian\ Mayan
Hieroglyphs. Scientists took this to represent that he had come from astar system 15 light years from Earth. (A rather convoluted conclusion.) The EBE’s real name is Ch’el’ah.
Information on the Yellow Book from Bob Lazar:
According to Bob: I hate to repeat this stuff. I say this every time I mention it, because I have no other proof it's true, other than the fact that I read it; and I always follow that up by saying, yes, everything I read about the propulsion system turned out to be fact. But it's really far-fetched, and even though I did work with alien technology on flying saucers, I still find it difficult to come to grips with the physical alien thing in itself.
But as far as where that came from, yes, there was a book that was almost like a history of the development of the human race. It was written from a different point of view. I don't think that particular thing had a title to it. But that's where we were referred to as 'containers.' Any time the word 'human' came up, it was always replaced with the word 'containers.' Earth was referred to as Sol 3 instead of earth. It was a strangely written report.
The word 'containers' referred to people. Now, containers of what, I don't know. You can speculate on that until you turn BLUE."
I'll tell you exactly how it looked. It was certainly odd, in that it was written from another point of view. It was like a history book of us, like someone had been looking at the earth and written a brief history of what had happened, and how everything living here looked, so on and so forth. If you remember the old Collier's encyclopedias, in the section on anatomy they had the clear pages that you could turn, and there's the circulatory system, the organs, and so forth.
OK. This was one of the most fascinating things in the briefings, other than the information itself. As you turned the page it would be a picture of, for instance, an old adobe house and as you moved the page up, you'd see through the different levels of the house, almost like those little 3-D things you bend and see different views, but it was very smooth and clear, much higher resolution.
I'd just never seen anything like that. I don't know if it actually exists anywhere, or if we're talking about something of alien origin, but as you turn the page, you can see the superstructure, and then down to the wood itself, then the foundation. There again, there were no references to people. Everything was containers.
What they were talking about was the desirability of containers, and that the containers were not damaged. Now, people speculate on containers. Are they talking about containers of souls, something bizarre like that; or is it the opposite? Is the container the soul, and it contains the body? That's too far out really for me to grasp, but they were talking about the preservation of the containers, and how unique they are. Extremely, extremely unique... That life like ours was very difficult to find.
By the way, the Yellow Book, if flipped over, is two books put together. One's upside down. This way, it's kind of the basic history of earth. You flip it over and read it the other way, and it has to do with Reticulum Four, as they called it, which dealt with the alien civilization.
In effect, it was a history of the earth from an alien perspective. And then, on the other hand, an alleged history and perspective on Reticulum Four, which presumably is the planet that they came from. But of course, I can't attest to the validity of the information in there. Unfortunately, when I first opened the book the way it was sitting, and the way I was playing with the pages and the drawings in there, it was some time before I realized it had to do with a lot of the alien civilization. I wish I could have learned a lot more.
Still, on top of all that, even with photographs of autopsies and aliens, that was certainly not what I was interested in. Yes, it's fascinating and awe-inspiring, but I really wanted hardware."
Could this have been disinformation?
The information is so extensive that it just seems inconceivable that someone could have made this up. The photographs seemed rather difficult to reproduce, except by some odd
technology. Having a photo lab, that's what intrigued me and why I played with it for so long.
Nothing like I have ever seen before, it was like a Mylar-based page, and it was almost a clear section where the picture was. It changed, but it didn't change in steps, like most diffraction-grating, 3-D looking pictures do.
Is it difficult for me to come to terms with this fairly certain knowledge that extraterrestrial beings are out there, and they've visited the earth, and they're probably still coming around, and so on? No, it's the only thing that makes sense. It takes a lot of the confusion out of things. A lot more knits together, and now things begin to make complete sense.
Yes, I have come to realize that this Yellow Book is real, maybe not exactly as we’ve been led to believe, maybe the government has been spreading a little disinformation around about it just to keep us away from the real-truth which, most likely, is far more fantastic and amazing than we have ever realized and if the real story was revealed, we would not be able to handle it and our head might explode.
The above information was an amazing revelation from Bob Lazar.
So, at times like these, when I get so serious about this stuff, I like to bring myself back down to Earth by reading this comment about the alien landing and their Yellow Book that someone shared with me:
“It's interesting when we read these stories and assume that the alien beings are giving us a gift that will enlighten our species. We discuss the possibilities of advancing our technologies from these all-knowing visitors. Is every one of us humans all-knowing compared to lesser species? What if the guy who comes out of the space craft is an alien pothead who stole his dad's ride and drank a little too much Jack Daniels? He then crash-landed on our planet and messed it up a little and felt bad, so he gave us his comic book, which we now call the Yellow Book!” -Just an anonymous commentator
How is this Yellow Book constructed?
As you’ve probably realized by now, this Yellow Book provided by the Ebens isn’t really a "book." It has been described as a crystal rectangular block. This block of alien material, approximately 2 1/2 inches thick and transparent in nature and appearance. It appears to be constructed of a clear, heavy fiberglass-type material. The border of the book is a bright yellow, which is why it is referred to as The Yellow Book.
Is this starting to ring a bell in your head? Of course, we weren’t that tech savvy when the Yellow Book came onto the scene and our scientists were probably bewildered by it, but this Yellow Book seems to resemble something like an iPad!
Did Apple receive alien technology? Although the Yellow Book was more like a nuclear-powered iPad, there are many similarities.
How the Yellow Book works…
One way of stating it is that the Yellow Book, Yellow Cube, or Yellow Disc, technology does not utilize portals or wormholes, but rather it accesses the field of consciousness in order to show probable outcomes via a hologram. The Yellow Book when used would react with the people present viewing the possible future. It was noted that human interaction and human emotions would bring instability to the providence of the information that was seen. Where is the Yellow Book now? As noted earlier by Bob Lazar, it is at Area 51 which makes sense. There have been rumors that there are more than one. Where would they be? Wright-Patterson? Los Alamos?
How does it work? The reader simply looks at the transparent surface and suddenly words and pictures appear. When you place the book close to your eyes, you will begin seeing these words and images flashing before you.
(Actually, that probably isn’t that amazing. When I sit down at my desk, my Brother Printer detects my presence and awakens from its sleep and it comes to life and the screen lights up and it’s ready to go.)
Depending on the particular language you are thinking, that language will appear. So far, the U.S. Government has identified 80 different languages, now that is rather amazing.
From the screen appears an endless series of historical stories and photographs.
The Yellow Book tells the story of the Eben’s lives, their exploration of the universe, their planet, their societal life and other aspects, including the Eben's longtime relationship with Earth. It tells of their first visit to Earth. It displays Earth as it was in those days.
The Yellow Book goes on and on and on and on.... I don't think anyone knows how long it goes on or that there is any way to find the "end" of the book. They claim that it would take a lifetime to read it and another lifetime to understand it.
It is claimed that a record of 22 straight hours was set by the President's Scientific Adviser. Also, there is no known way to stop reading in one particular place, put down The Yellow Book and then resume at the same place. Once you put down The Yellow Book and pick it up again later, the book starts from the beginning.
In other words, the "problem" with "reading" The Yellow Book is that one must start all over from the very beginning once you put it down. If it took you 12 hours to reach event 564 and then you put it down, you would have to start all over at the very first words and images displayed during your first read, and only once you passed the 12-hour mark would NEW information you had not seen in the previous sitting would now appear.
(I can’t believe there isn’t a way to enter a date or subject and have it start there, maybe they will find the secret way to make this happen.)
As an example of what’s in the Yellow Book, the Ebens claim our universe expands for about 25 billion years. It then contracts back to its beginning shape. Once the universe contracts, it expands again repeating the entire process. This is considered and referred to as "The Life Span of the Universe" by the Ebens, and we would refer to this as the "Inflation" Theory.)
Was Jesus Really an Alien?
(This subject may be offensive to many people, but just remember, I’m only reporting what the Yellow Book says, so don’t kill the messenger!)
The Yellow Book also shows an Eben, who took the appearance of an Earth Human [Jesus Christ].
According to "The Yellow Book," this Earth Human established religion on Earth and posted the first alien ambassador on Earth.
As revealed in the Yellow Book, Jesus Christ was a creation of one particular Alien group, the Ebens. Jesus was a genetically-engineered human-alien hybrid sent to Earth to teach the humans a lesson of love and tolerance, but I guess we didn’t learn this lesson!
As writer Arthur C. Clarke said, "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Is it any wonder that ancient people were impressed by the miracles of Jesus? This, of course, wasn't the first-time extraterrestrials tried to influence human affairs.
Previously, they successfully appeared to Moses as a "burning bush" (Alien craft and radiation?) and presented the Ten Commandments to mankind. The Aliens thought The Christ Project would be no different, but needless to say, their experiment went horribly awry. (Although many believe and teach that sacrificing his life was the main object of his sojourn on Earth) Supposedly, the EBENs were angry when they came back to check on Jesus' progress, only to find that the humans had killed him. And worse yet, these primitive Earthlings started worshiping him after that!
2000 years and millions of atrocities later, Jesus the space alien is still being worshiped as a God. Man is truly a pathetic creature ... desperately yearning for an "almighty being" to control and regulate their lives ... frantically looking for "God" in tortillas, oil stains, and tree trunks. Well, like it or not, hidden somewhere in some ultra-top-secret government facility (And even more likely to be in the Vatican archives) is probably clear evidence that most of the "gods" of Earth's ancient religions were Aliens.
How many of Earth’s religions are based on extraterrestrials interacting with humans, displaying technology, and being mistaken as "gods" by primitive humans. Kinda like the Cargo Cults in the Pacific during World War II, who worshipped the technologically-advanced Americans who flew to their islands and gave them food and displayed "miraculous" items like radios and guns.
Unfortunately, the Powers-That-Be are more than happy to have the human sheeple believe in false religions, which keep them pacified, compliant, and restrained. So, it is unlikely the general public will ever actually see the definitive evidence for themselves. But as logical, intelligent beings, we humans have the capability to recognize the truth about religion for ourselves.
Were Aliens present at the Crucifixion of Jesus?
I ask this because painted on the walls of the Svetitskhoveli Cathedral (Northwest of the Georgian capital Tbilisi) , is an image of Christ that has sent conspiracy theorists into a frenzy.
The fresco painting shows Christ being crucified with a large crowd gathering around him, but in the top left and right corners are what appear to be flying
crafts or some form of advanced technology which humans, of course, clearly would not have had 2000 years ago.
The ships are dome like, with three trails coming out of each which look like a propellant of some kind or possibly lights shining down.
Art historians who have studied the 11th century painting claim that the strange crafts actually represent guardian angels, but during the Byzantine period, which was present in south east Europe and south west Asia up until the 1450s, angels were depicted as human-like with wings.
The unknown artist seems to be telling us that these flying saucers were present during the death of Jesus. The faces likely mean these crafts were piloted by people, or beings, that seem to play a central role in the event.
They must have been part of the crucifixion story, at least as it was taught by the Georgian Orthodox Church. “Were early artists and the Orthodox Church aware of certain facts about ancient aliens that have been veiled from us today?”
This may come as a surprise to you, but throughout history, Jesus Christ and Christianity have been linked to alien activity.
Two separate texts from Egypt, now being held in the Morgan Library and Museum in New York City and the other at the Museum of the University of Pennsylvania, which have been deciphered in the past few years and they actually suggest that Jesus was an alien shape-shifter! Now this is really getting bizarre!
The text describes Judas’ betrayal of Christ:
"Then the Jews said to Judas: ‘How shall we arrest him (Jesus)? For he does not have a single shape but his appearance changes. Sometimes he is ruddy, sometimes he is white, sometimes he is red, sometimes he is wheat colored, sometimes he is pallid like ascetics, sometimes he is a youth, sometimes an old man’.”
Another reading, written in the Coptic language – a form of Egyptian –describes how Pontius Pilate had dinner with Jesus the night before his crucifixion.
This Roman, who is considered a Saint in Coptic churches which would explain the favorable view of him, then tells Jesus:
“Well then, behold, the night has come, rise and withdraw, and when the morning comes, and they accuse me because of you, I shall give them the only son I have so that they can kill him in your place.”
To which Jesus responds:
"Oh Pilate, you have been deemed worthy of a great grace because you have shown a good disposition to me."
Jesus then supposedly showed Pilate that he can escape if he chose to by shape-shifting. The text reads:
"Pilate, then, looked at Jesus and, behold, he became incorporeal: He did not see him for a long time.”
The 'Annunciation with Saint Emidius' is an altar piece painted by Italian artist Carlo Crivelli in 1486. It was crafted to commemorate Angel Gabriel's announcement to the Virgin Mary that she would give birth to Jesus.
The Baptism of Christ, 1710
Conspiracy theorists suggest that the ring depicted in the top left, shining light onto Mary, is an alien craft.
But art experts say that it simply shows a small collection of angels gathered around a circle of clouds. The ring and light represent the holy spirit descending towards the Virgin Mary.
Art experts suggest that this painting is a reference to a religious passage: 'The heavens opened, and the Spirit descended like a dove and put lighting upon him'.
It was painted by Dutch artist Aert De Gelder in the 18th century.
UFO hunters suggest that the disc-like object, shown shining light onto John the Baptist and Jesus, could be a UFO.
'This scene has been illustrated by many artists,' says internet UFO theorist website: The Ancient Aliens. However, this scene is particularly interesting because of the flying saucer hovering over the scene with beams of light shining down and illuminating the event.'
'Considering De Gelder’s reputation as one of the elite artists of his time, it is likely this work was intended to be taken seriously and meant to communicate that Jesus had ties to aliens and perhaps was of alien origins.
"Close Encounters of the Third Kind" and the Yellow Book:
Did you realize that before Close Encounters of the Third Kind, there was the movie E.T. Which was a representation of an actual extraterrestrial visitation by Ebe, a chrolorphyll-based alien recovered from the infamous Roswell crash in 1949?
Steven Spielberg's 1977 film, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" is based on the famous Holloman landing (When the U.S. Government was presented with The Yellow Book by the Ebens) as well as the human-ET exchange depicted at the very end of the film with ten men and two women who are shown embarking on the alien spacecraft.
As you are aware, the title of Spielberg’s movie came from the UFO classification developed by astronomer and UFO researcher, J. Allen Hynek’s classification of UFO encounters:
Encounters of the first kind: Someone sees a UFO at a distance closer than 500 feet and is able to give a pretty good description of the object.
Encounters of the second kind: The viewing of an UFO creates a physical sensation. For example, the encounter may involve a feeling of heat, or a feeling of paralysis in the body.
Encounters of the third kind: Encounters in which a type of “animated alien creature” accompanies the UFO encounter.
Hynek was an Advisor to the U.S. Air Force on several of its UFO study projects. While he was bound by security clearances, he was undoubtedly privy to information that he was unable to share publicly. Did you realize that he also had a cameo appearance in the Spielberg movie.
In the movie, there are human encounters with extraterrestrials. Could there be any truth to this story? Is it possible that Earth has contacted ETs or that Americans have visited other planets? What about President Ronald Reagan’s knowledge of Project Serpo?
Reagan Briefing Transcript
The transcript of a President Ronald Reagan briefing by then CIA Director William Casey was discovered. It was a Top-Secret Meeting and the recording happened between March 6 and 8, 1981. Director Casey provided Reagan information about the exchange program. Reagan had quite a few questions that he was told would be answered later in an additional briefing session.
Reagan mentioned his belief in UFOs and his high regard for Steven Spielberg from time to time. He even invited Spielberg to the White House for a special screening of Spielberg’s movie “E.T. The Extraterrestrial”, released in June 1982.
Read the Reagan Presidential Briefing: http://www.blue-planet-project.com/reagan-briefing.html
Should we fear the Yellow Book?
Ok, since it has been established that the Yellow Book can recognize speakers of at least 80 Earthly languages and reach them in their own languages, obviously it was created to educate all Earthly humans and not to be a reference book to provide information to the aliens. So, my next question is: Have these instruments been distributed to other governments around the World? Or is that its purpose?
We often hear of abductees having been taken aboard an alien craft and being shown things that will take place in the future or subjects that we will be educated on. Is that it’s real purpose? And if that is its real purpose, is this information real or disinformation to try and trick us?
Since it has been shown that our government can easily track us and have access to our conversations and data through our own electronic devices, could it also be possible that the Yellow Book is also a two-way device so that they can eavesdrop on our governments and military installations, or even spy on our whole World from the comfort of their own planet? Or even worse to control and disable our minds by remote control? That’s not so farfetched since our governments have been working on perfecting this possibility for a long time.
Read our Secret Government Projects Book: http://www.blue-planet-project.com/government-projects.html
In our Blue Planet Project Conspiracy Book:
Written by Blue Planet Project author Jefferson Souza, is a chapter he wrote about the possibility that many of the alien craft we have captured over the years could really be Trojan Horses that the aliens let us capture so that they would be taken into our above top-secret installations, beyond the electronic barriers that even the aliens couldn’t breach so that they can use secret equipment in the craft to have access to secrets or electronic devices normally off-limits to even them!
Could they even use these alien craft turned into Trojan Horses to attack us from within? Think about it…while this may seem bizarre, it is also a very credible possibility!
I guess you could say that their technical name is EBEs. Our government referred to them as Extraterrestrial Biological Entities (EBEs). But they called themselves "Ebens."
The Ebens are from the Zeta Reticuli twin star system Zeta Reticuli I and II, and are near twin, 5th magnitude yellow stars which are 38.42 light-years away. In one instance, the Ebens claim it takes them 91 days to reach Earth from their planet. And another time they claimed it took nine months. They have space travel capabilities and can venture through space defying the time barrier.
The official Defense Intelligence Agency designation of their planet is: Ebens - Planet Serpo, DIA designation DIALP-0916 - Star System - Zeta Reticuli
(DIALP stands for [Defense Intelligence Agency Life Planet)
(Evidence gleaned from both the Betty and Barney Hill abduction case and from other intelligence sources has suggested that the home of at least one group of alien 'visitors" to Earth may well be the Zeta Reticuli system.)
The Ebens planet is similar to Earth, but the air is a bit thinner and contains a higher proportion of Argon and Helium. Also, the average temperature is a bit cooler especially in the northern part of their planet. They like our high mountain
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Title: Accept no substitutes
Author: Robert Sheckley
Illustrator: Ed Emshwiller
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Accept No Substitutes
By ROBERT SHECKLEY
Illustrated by ED EMSH
The Sexual Morality Act was fierce to buck, but the Algolian sex surrogate was ... er ... even fiercer!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Infinity March 1958.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Ralph Garvey's private space yacht was in the sling at Boston Spaceport, ready for takeoff. He was on yellow standby, waiting for the green, when his radio crackled.
"Tower to G43221," the radio buzzed. "Please await customs inspection."
"Righto," said Garvey, with a calmness he did not feel. Within him, something rolled over and died.
Customs inspection! Of all the black, accursed, triple-distilled bad luck! There was no regular inspection of small private yachts. The Department had its hands full with the big interstellar liners from Cassiopeia, Algol, Deneb, and a thousand other places. Private ships just weren't worth the time and money. But to keep them in line, Customs held occasional spot checks. No one knew when the mobile customs team would descend upon any particular spaceport. But chances of being inspected at any one time were less than fifty to one.
Garvey had been counting on that factor. And he had paid eight hundred dollars to know for certain that the East coast team was in Georgia. Otherwise, he would never have risked a twenty-year jail sentence for violation of the Sexual Morality Act.
There was a loud rap on his port. "Open for inspection, please."
"Righto," Garvey called out. He locked the door to the after cabin. If the inspector wanted to look there, he was sunk. There was no place in the ship where he could successfully conceal a packing case ten feet high, and no way he could dispose of its illegal contents.
"I'm coming," Garvey shouted. Beads of perspiration stood out on his high, pale forehead. He thought wildly of blasting off anyhow, running for it, to Mars, Venus.... But the patrol ships would get him before he had covered a million miles. There was nothing he could do but try to bluff it.
He touched a button. The hatch slid back and a tall, thin uniformed man entered.
"Thought you'd get away with it, eh, Garvey?" the inspector barked. "You rich guys never learn!"
Somehow, they had found out! Garvey thought of the packing crate in the after cabin, and its human-shaped, not-yet-living contents. Damning, absolutely damning. What a fool he'd been!
He turned back to the control panel. Hanging from a corner of it, in a cracked leather holster, was his revolver. Rather than face twenty years breaking pumice on Lunar, he would shoot, then try—
"The Sexual Morality Act isn't a blue law, Garvey," the inspector continued, in a voice like steel against flint. "Violations can have a catastrophic effect upon the individual, to say nothing of the race. That's why we're going to make an example of you, Garvey. Now let's see the evidence."
"I don't know what in hell you're talking about," Garvey said. Surreptitiously his hand began to creep toward the revolver.
"Wake up, boy!" said the inspector. "You mean you still don't recognize me?"
Garvey stared at the inspector's tanned, humorous face. He said, "Eddie Starbuck?"
"About time! How long's it been, Ralph? Ten years?"
"At least ten," Garvey said. His knees were beginning to shake from sheer relief. "Sit down, sit down, Eddie! You still drink bourbon?"
"I'll say." Starbuck sat down on one of Garvey's acceleration couches. He looked around, and nodded.
"Nice. Very nice. You must be rich indeed, old buddy."
"I get by," Garvey said. He handed Starbuck a drink, and poured one for himself. They talked for a while about old times at Michigan State.
"And now you're a Customs inspector," Garvey said.
"Yeah," said Starbuck, stretching his long legs. "Always had a yen for the law. But it doesn't pay like transistors, eh?"
Garvey smiled modestly. "But what's all this about the Sexual Morality Act? A gag?"
"Not at all. Didn't you hear the news this morning? The FBI found an underground sex factory They hadn't been in business long, so it was possible to recover all the surrogates. All except one."
"Oh?" said Garvey, draining his drink.
"Yeah. That's when they called us in. We're covering all spaceports, on the chance the receiver will try to take the damned thing off Earth."
Garvey poured another drink and said, very casually, "So you figured I was the boy, eh?"
Starbuck stared at him a moment, then exploded into laughter. "You, Ralph? Hell, no! Saw your name on the spaceport out-list. I just dropped in for a drink, boy, for old time's sake. Listen, Ralph, I remember you. Hell-on-the-girls-Garvey. Biggest menace to virginity in the history of Michigan State. What would a guy like you want a substitute for?"
"My girls wouldn't stand for it," Garvey said, and Starbuck laughed again, and stood up.
"Look, I gotta run. Call me when you get back?"
"I sure will!" A little light-headed, he said, "Sure you don't want to inspect anyhow, as long as you're here?"
Starbuck stopped and considered. "I suppose I should, for the record. But to hell with it, I won't hold you up." He walked to the port, then turned. "You know, I feel sorry for the guy who's got that surrogate."
"Eh? Why?"
"Man, those things are poison! You know that, Ralph! Anything's possible—insanity, deformation.... And this guy may have even more of a problem."
"Why?"
"Can't tell you, boy," Starbuck said. "Really can't. It's special information. The FBI isn't certain yet. Besides, they're waiting for the right moment to spring it."
With an easy wave, Starbuck left. Garvey stared after him, thinking hard. He didn't like the way things were going. What had started out as an illicit little vacation was turning into a full-scale criminal affair. Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? He had been apprehensive in the sexual substitute factory, with its low lights, its furtive, whiteaproned men, its reek of raw flesh and plastic. Why hadn't he given up the idea then? The surrogates couldn't be as good as people said....
"Tower to G43221," the radio crackled. "Are you ready?"
Garvey hesitated, wishing he knew what Starbuck had been hinting at. Maybe he should stop now, while there was still time.
Then he thought of the giant crate in the after cabin, and its contents, waiting for activation, waiting for him. His pulse began to race. He knew that he was going through with it, no matter what the risk. He signalled to the tower, and strapped himself into the control chair. An hour later he was in space.
Twelve hours later, Garvey cut his jets. He was a long way from Earth, but nowhere near Luna. His detectors, pushed to their utmost limit, showed nothing in his vicinity. No liners were going by, no freighters, no police ships, no yachts. He was alone. Nothing and no one was going to disturb him.
He went into the after cabin. The packing case was just as he had left it, securely fastened to the deck. Even the sight of it was vaguely exciting. Garvey pressed the activating stud on the outside of the case, and sat down to wait for the contents to awaken and come to life.
The surrogates had been developed earlier in the century. They had come about from sheer necessity. At that time, mankind was beginning to push out into the galaxy Bases had been established on Venus, Mars and Titan, and the first interstellar ships were arriving at Algol and Stagoe II. Man was leaving Earth.
Man—but not woman.
The first settlements were barely toeholds in alien environments. The work was harsh and demanding, and life expectancy was short. Whole settlements were sometimes wiped out before the ships were fully unloaded. The early pioneers were like soldiers on the line of battle, and exposed to risks no soldier had ever encountered.
Later there would be a place for women. Later—but not now.
So here and there, light-years from Earth, were little worlds without women—and not happy about it.
The men grew sullen, quarrelsome, violent. They grew careless, and carelessness on an alien planet was usually fatal. They wanted women.
Since real women could not go to them, scientists on Earth developed substitutes. Android females were developed, the surrogates, and shipped to the colonies. It was a violation of Earth's morals; but there were worse violations on the way if these weren't accepted.
For a while, everything seemed to be fine. It would probably have gone on that way, had everyone left well enough alone.
But the companies on Earth had the usual desire to improve their product. They called in sculptors and artists to dress up the appearance of the package. Engineers tinkered with the surrogates, re-wired them, built in subtler stimulus-response mechanisms, did strange things with conditioned reflexes. And the men of the settlements were very happy with the results.
So happy, in fact, that they refused to return to human women, even when they had the opportunity.
They came back to Earth after their tours of duty, these pioneers, and they brought their surrogates with them. Loud and long they praised the substitute women, and pointed out their obvious superiority to neurotic, nervous, frigid human women.
Naturally, other men wanted to try out the surrogates. And when they did, they were pleasantly surprised. And spread the word. And—
The government stepped in, quickly and firmly. For one thing, over fifty percent of the votes were at stake. But more important, social scientists predicted a violent drop in the birth rate if this went on. So the government destroyed the surrogates, outlawed the factories, and told everyone to return to normal.
And reluctantly, everyone did. But there were always some men who remembered, and told other men. And there were always some men who weren't satisfied with second-best. So....
Garvey heard movements within the crate. He smiled to himself, remembering stories he had heard of the surrogates' piquant habits. Suddenly there was a high-pitched clanging. It was the standby alarm from the control room. He hurried forward.
It was an emergency broadcast, on all frequencies, directed to Earth and all ships at space. Garvey tuned it in.
"This is Edward Danzer," the radio announced crisply. "I am Chief of the Washington branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. You
have all heard, on your local newscasts, of the detection and closure of an illegal sexual substitute factory. And you know that all except one of the surrogates have been found. This message is for the man who has that last surrogate, wherever he may be."
Garvey licked his lips nervously and hunched close to the radio. Within the after cabin, the surrogate was still making waking-up noises.
"That man is in danger!" Danzer said. "Serious danger! Our investigation of the molds and forms used in the factory showed us that something strange was going on. Just this morning, one of the factory technicians finally confessed.
"The missing surrogate is not an Earth model!
"I repeat," Danzer barked, "the missing surrogate is not an Earth model! The factory operators had been filling orders for the planet Algol IV. When they ran short of Earth models for humans, they substituted an Algolian model. Since the sale of a surrogate is illegal anyhow, they figured the customer would have no kickback."
Garvey sighed with relief. He had been afraid he had a small dinosaur in the packing case, at the very least.
"Perhaps," Danzer continued, "the holder of the Algolian surrogate does not appreciate his danger yet. It is true, of course, that the Algolians are of the species homo sapiens. It has been established that the two races share a common ancestry in the primeval past. But Algol is different from our Earth.
"The planet Algol IV is considerably heavier than Earth, and has a richer oxygen atmosphere. The Algolians, raised in this physical environment, have a markedly superior musculature to that of the typical Earthman. Colloquially, they are strong as rhinos.
"But the surrogate, of course, does not know this. She has a powerful and indiscriminate mating drive. That's where the danger lies! So I say to the customer—give yourself up now, while there's still time. And remember: crime does not pay."
The radio crackled static, then hummed steadily Garvey turned it off. He had been taken, but good! He really should have inspected his merchandise before accepting it. But the crate had been sealed. He was out a very nice chunk of money.
But, he reminded himself, he had lots of money. It was fortunate he had discovered the error in time. Now he would jettison the crate in space, and return to Earth. Perhaps real girls were best, after all....
He heard the sound of heavy blows coming from the crate in the after cabin.
"I guess I'd better take care of you, honey," Garvey said, and walked quickly to the cabin.
A fusillade of blows rocked the crate. Garvey frowned and reached for the de-activating switch. As he did so, one side of the heavy crate splintered. Through the opening shot a long golden arm. The arm flailed wildly, and Garvey moved out of its way.
The situation wasn't humorous any more, he decided. The case rocked and trembled under the impact of powerful blows. Garvey estimated the force behind those blows, and shuddered. This had to be stopped at once. He ran toward the crate.
Long, tapered fingers caught his sleeve, ripping it off. Garvey managed to depress the de-activating stud and throw himself out of range.
There was a moment of silence. Then the surrogate delivered two blows with the impact of a pile driver. An entire side of the packing case splintered.
It was too late for de-activation.
Garvey backed away. He was beginning to grow alarmed. The Algolian sexual substitute was preposterously strong; that seemed to be how they liked them on Algol. What passed for a tender love embrace on Algol would probably fracture the ribs of an Earthman. Not a nice outlook.
But wasn't it likely that the surrogate had some sort of discriminatory sense built in? Surely she must be able to differentiate between an Earthman and an Algolian. Surely....
The packing case fell apart, and the surrogate emerged.
She was almost seven feet tall, and gloriously, deliciously constructed. Her skin was a light golden-red, and her shoulderlength hair was lustrous black. Standing motionless, she looked to Garvey like a heroic statue of ideal femininity.
The surrogate was unbelievably beautiful—
And more dangerous than a cobra, Garvey reminded himself reluctantly.
"Well there," Garvey said, gazing up at her, "as you can see, a mistake has been made."
The surrogate stared at him with eyes of deepest gray.
"Yes ma'am," Garvey said, with a nervous little laugh, "it's really a ridiculous error. You, my dear, are an Algolian. I am an Earthman. We have nothing in common. Understand?"
Her red mouth began to quiver.
"Let me explain," Garvey went on. "You and I are from different races. That's not to say I consider you ugly. Quite the contrary! But unfortunately, there can never be anything between us, miss."
She looked at him uncomprehendingly.
"Never," Garvey repeated. He looked at the shattered packing case. "You don't know your own strength. You'd probably kill me inadvertently. And we wouldn't want that, would we?"
The surrogate murmured something deep in her beautiful throat.
"So that's the way it is," Garvey said briskly. "You stay right here, old girl. I'm going to the control room. We'll land on Earth in a few hours. Then I'll arrange to have you shipped to Algol. The boys'll really go for you on Algol! Sounds good, huh?"
The surrogate gave no sign of understanding. Garvey moved away. The surrogate pushed back her long hair and began to move toward him. Her intentions were unmistakable.
Garvey backed away, step by step. He noticed that the surrogate was beginning to breathe heavily. Panic overtook him then, and he sprinted through the cabin door, slamming it behind him. The surrogate smashed against the door, calling to him in a clear, wordless voice. Garvey went to the instrument panel and began to evacuate the air from the after cabin.
Dial hands began to swing. Garvey heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed into a chair. It had been a close thing. He didn't like to think what would have happened if the Algolian sexual substitute had managed to seize him. Probably he would not have lived through the experience. He felt sorry at the necessity of killing so magnificent a creature, but it was the only safe thing to do.
He lighted a cigarette. As soon as she was dead, he would jettison her, crate and all, into space. Then he would get good and drunk. And at last, he would return to Earth a sadder and wiser man. No more substitutes for him! Plain, old-fashioned girls were good enough. Yessir, Garvey told himself, if women were all right for my father, they're all right for me. And when I have a son, I'm going to say to him, son, stick with women. They're all right. Accept no substitutes. Insist upon the genuine article....
He was getting giddy, Garvey noticed. And his cigarette had gone out. He resisted a tremendous desire to giggle, and looked at his
gauges. The air was leaving the after cabin, all right. But it was also leaving the control room.
Garvey sprang to his feet and inspected the cabin door He swore angrily. That damned surrogate had managed to spring the hinges. The door was no longer airtight.
He turned quickly to the control board and stopped the evacuation of air. Why, he asked himself, did everything have to happen to him?
The surrogate renewed her battering tactics. She had picked up a metal chair and was hammering at the hinges.
But she couldn't break through a tempered-steel door, Garvey told himself. Oh, no. Not a chance. Never.
The door began to bulge ominously.
Garvey stood in the center of the control room, sweat rolling down his face, trying desperately to think. He could put on a spacesuit, then evacuate all the air from the ship....
But the spacesuits, together with the rest of his equipment, were in the after cabin.
What else? This is serious, Garvey told himself. This is very serious. His mind seemed paralyzed. What could he do? Raise the temperature? Lower it?
He didn't know what the surrogate could stand. But he had a suspicion it was more than he could take.
One hinge shattered. The door bent, revealing the surrogate behind it, pounding relentlessly, her satiny skin glistening with perspiration.
Then Garvey remembered his revolver. He snatched it out of its holster and flipped off the safeties, just as the last hinge cracked and the door flew open.
"Stay in there," Garvey said, pointing the revolver.
The Algolian substitute moaned, and held out her arms to him. She smiled dazzlingly, seductively, and advanced upon him.
"Not another step!" Garvey shrieked, torn between fear and desire. He took aim, wondering if a bullet would stop her....
And what would happen if it didn't.
The surrogate, her eyes blazing with passion, leaped for him. Garvey gripped the revolver in both shaking hands and began shooting. The noise was deafening. He fired three times, and the surrogate kept on coming.
"Stop!" Garvey screamed. "Please stop!"
Slower now, the surrogate advanced.
Garvey fired his fourth shot. Limping now, the surrogate came on, her desire unchecked.
Garvey backed to the wall. All he wanted now was to live long enough to get his hands on the factory operator. The surrogate gathered herself and pounced.
At point-blank range, Garvey fired his last shot.
Three days later, Garvey's ship received clearance and came down at Boston Spaceport. The landing was not made with Garvey's usual skill. On the final approach he scored a ten-foot hole in the reinforced concrete landing pit, but finally came to rest.
Eddie Starbuck hurried out to the ship and banged on the port. "Ralph! Ralph!"
Slowly the port swung open.
"Ralph! What in hell happened to you?" Starbuck cried.
Garvey looked as though he had been wrestling with a meat grinder and come out second-best. His face was bruised, and his hair had been badly scorched. He walked out of the ship with a pronounced limp.
"A power line overloaded," Garvey said. "Had quite a tussle before I could put everything out."
"Wow!" Starbuck said. "Look, Ralph, I'm sorry to put you through this now, but—well—"
"What's up?"
"Well, that damned surrogate still hasn't been found. The FBI has ordered inspection of all ships, private and commercial. I'm sorry to ask it now, after all you've been through—"
"Go right ahead," Garvey said.
The inspection was brief but thorough. Starbuck came out and checked his list.
"Thanks, Ralph. Sorry to bother you. That power line sure kicked up a mess, huh?"
"It did," Garvey said. "But I was able to jettison the furniture before it smoked me out. Now you'll have to excuse me, Eddie. I've got some unfinished business."
He started to walk away, Starbuck followed him.
"Look, boy, you'd better see a doctor. You aren't looking so good."
"I'm fine," Garvey said, his face set in an expression of implacable resolve.
Starbuck scratched his head and walked slowly to the control tower.
Garvey caught a heli outside the spaceport. His head was beginning to ache again, and his legs were shaky.
The surrogate's strength and tenacity had been unbelievable. If she had been operating at her full capacity, he would never have survived. But that last shot at point-blank range had done it. No organism was constructed to take punishment like that. Not for very long.
