After a long rest and ample breakfast, Cass Lintel slowly moved to the over-stuffed chair, in the middle of the room, and remarked. “Where did I leave off? Oh, yes, I promised to explain about the telesponder.” He settled back into a comfortable position, propped his feet on the leather ottoman, and continued.
Well, over the next few years, the memory of that encounter slowly faded. I came to believe it was some hallucinatory dream, brought about by something I ate. Odd how sometimes dreams can seem so real that people wonder if it really happened. Anyway, I eventually returned from Alaska and started working for a major corporation. The company later offered a group discount on a camping trip to Yellowstone Park. I had never seen Yellowstone, and with limited openings, I immediately signed up the day it was posted.
There we were, in the midst of nature. Natural beauty surrounded us on all sides, offering a panoramic view that would have made Ansel Adams envious. Did you know Ansel Adams was a 20th century photographer of the American west? Nevertheless, I should continue. With the camp slowly settling in, I decided to explore before nightfall. Not far from camp, I heard a low humming sound. Curiosity overwhelmed me, as I slowly crept along the path. The path ended in front of a large rock formation. The strange humming continued as I searched for the source. It seemed to be coming from the solid rock wall. The humming stopped, and all became deathly quiet.
Suddenly, a huge dark figure appeared before the wall. So much for curiosity, and I ran headlong down the path. I heard a deep voice bellow, “Cass wait.” Sliding to a stop, while turning towards the source, I asked, “You know me? ” The phantom slowly approached and answered, “Yes, it is Rory”. This could not be another dream of delirium. After a moment, I asked how he had found me after all these years. Rory stopped, tilted his head slightly and gave me a quizzical look, “Not years, months.” Then paused briefly, and continued, “Oh. You mean Earth years.” It was a minute before the realization hit me, “Of course, Einstein’s theory of relativity.”
A sparkle appeared in Rory’s eyes as he answered, “Yes! You learn.” Adding, that he found me with the telesponder. I grabbed my pendent and asked, “You mean this, how?” Rory then sighed deeply and said, “It is hard to describe.” “Simply put, it attunes to your life energies and amplifies them. This creates a low-frequency signal that can be tracked.” I could feel the blood rushing to my head as I curtly replied, “A slave collar you mean.” “So anyone can track me?” Try to picture a bear with the look of surprise. It is amusing now, but at the time, it was not.
Rory was shocked and quickly presented his pendant, explaining that the signal was in the sub-harmonic range, and one would have to know and search, to find the frequency. Claiming that it was harmless, and used by his race to focus their energies for simple tasks, such as, minor healing or routine commands to computers. This was not very convincing, and I tried to remove the telesponder. It would not come off. The more I tried, the stronger the darn thing resisted, as if it had a life of its own. Rage boiled inside as I shouted, “Take this thing off of me now!”
Rory stood there, looking astonished with eyes bulging, muttering, “Very odd, and most interesting. This has never happened before.” I mockingly asked what that was supposed to mean. Rory stiffened and quietly remarked. “Well, a-h-h… I’m not sure.” I looked at him in astonishment, my hands plucking at the pendant and said, “Great, just great.” “I have some alien thing stuck to my neck, and you don’t know what to do.” Rory shrugged his massive shoulders and humbly replied, “I never claimed I was a scientist or healer.” My next question oozed with sarcasm, “So, what exactly, is your title?” Rory nervously shifted his weight, and warily confessed that he was an astral trainee at their space station and his superior sent him on a routine training mission to collect aerial data. He thought it would be better to land and collect samples and went on to explain that our meeting was by chance. After getting to know me, he offered the telesponder as a gift between friends and meant no harm. He added that possessing the pendant was a great honor among his race.
I stood there glaring at Rory and realized that this tower of muscle could easily swat me anytime like a fly. Yet, he was standing there trying to apologize. My insane rage was quickly replaced with the growing forgiveness of friendship. Smiling weakly, I told him that humans tended to jump to conclusions before all the facts were known, and I was honored by the gift. I swear a smile slowly crossed that bear’s face. He nodded his head and replied, “As am I my friend.” After a moment of awkward silence, I mentioned that we should try to find the answer to my odd dilemma. Rory gave me a look of concern and replied, “Yes, there are a few oddities and maybe an answer can be found.” “What do you mean by a few oddities?” I asked. Rory turned towards the rock wall and mumbled, “I will explain later, follow me.” I grumbled to myself and followed.
I need a break to enjoy some of the day and will continue later.