Original People of the Stars (STAR-DUST 22) E-Book

Jens F. Simon

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 96

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

A survivor of the extinct Krsutner people is successfully awakened from her death-like sleep. She, the Krsutner, consisting of over 50,000 organic nanites, is the last of her kind. The ancient race of Krsutner, the original race of all organic nanites in the galaxy, has perished. The organic spaceship Paurusheya and the Xxiin, which make up Alethea's body, are descended from them, as are the space nanites that Sigurd once resettled in the Earth system. Alethea remembers Paurusheya, whose avatar she had once been. The Xxiin ship can also bridge long distances with ease.

Leseprobe

STAR-DUST

Under the spell of nanites

Volume 22

Original People of the Stars

© 2025 Jens F. Simon

Illustration: S. Verlag JG

Publisher: S. Verlag JG, 35767 Breitscheid,

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ISBN: 978-3-819055-16-4

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Love is universal. Desire no less so. Desire is above both, and the balance is the rejection of non-human feelings.

Do not dare to challenge love, whether you are a human or an alien. 

Table of content

The last of her kind

Escalation

The female Krsutner

Saviier's last chance

Cella's kidnapping

Primal Xxiin

Mullokk's decision

Attack of the Akkattarier

The power of the mind

The end of the beginning

The last of her kind

The ancient race of Krsutner was and is the original race of all organic nanites in the galaxy. ANUN'HA, the primordial mother and later home planet of a race that once ruled over many planetary systems, was long dead.

Her children and children's children, however, lived. They were scattered all over the galaxy.

The original race, however, had perished.

With the destruction of the last bastion of the star ziggurat, an era came to an end.

In the eons of eternity since its creation and demise, much had happened that could not be traced in retrospect.

Too great was the decay of time. Too enormous were the spatial, - and temporal distances.

Too non-human and fantastic were the developments of a completely strange environment, for the human mind to make a reasonably understandable analysis of the events.

At some point in the distant future, now past, a split of the intellect occurred and a variety of organic nanites emerged and left their home world.

They became the Ur-Xxiin and the space nanites, some of which were later relocated to the Earth system by Sigurd.

These Ur-Xxiin were later again the origin base for the organic spaceship Paurusheya or the stations MAITRI and TRISHARANA in the Earth system.

Alethea, former avatar of the nanite ship Paurusheya, was the last living individual who is a direct descendant of the Old Family of Krsutner.

She knows little about her origins. Even when her consciousness had been united with the ship Paurusheya, she had no memory of the past.

When she came to under the volcano Teide-Pico Viejo on the island of Tenerife in the Earth system from long and deep unconsciousness, all memories of a previous life had been erased.

It had only been thanks to Sigurd Westall's paranormal power that she had been awakened from her long sleep at all.

Alethea's thoughts drifted back to the early days of their encounter.

It was disco night at the Hotel Sombrairo at the top of Calle la Ladera. Bundles of light cascaded into the twilight.

At first still quiet music was heard. Small lights went on. Lanterns and rod lamps, stuck into the ground with a spike, illuminated a path across to the event covered with tarpaulins.

The first voices of laughing and happy people rang out.

"Me paso la vida soplando," could be heard shouting, and "Viva El Trio Zapatista!"

There he stood, as if lost, looking with a serious expression at the three singers in black hats who moved like penguins as they played guitar and sang, Sigurd.

She had recognized him from five meters away.

Even from twenty kilometers, from the edge of Pico del Teide, she had felt his paranormal radiance.

Alethea was almost completely lost in thought and had no sight of her surroundings. She trotted dutifully behind Mullokk and his men, while her mind dwelt in the past.

When the vaulted ceiling suddenly widened, Mullokk stopped. She reacted too late and bumped into him.

Her eyes widened when she saw the walls decorated with murals. It was a decorative system of geometric figures and vines.

The painting started on the walls and extended seamlessly into the ceiling, slowly spreading further there.

The indirect glow had intensified. Their original assumption that it was triggered by daylight was no longer tenable. They were now far too deep inside the planet.

Mullokk had not reacted when she had run into him. Now he pointed to a pictorial representation that stretched over a wall area of three by two meters and appeared to be completely different from the other paintings. It also seemed self-contained in content.

"I've seen something like this before. It was on a very old planet. In the ruins of a long-gone species, there were similar drawings. There they adorned burial chambers."

Alethea looked at Mullokk in amazement. She could not do anything with it. He looked at her again as if questioning.

She did not react, however, but let her gaze continue to glide over the walls.

At the end of the elongated room, vaulted niches in the wall were visible. She could not tell from here, however, if they housed any artifacts.

Nevertheless, she had the abrupt impression that they should continue their way over there.

"That way."

She pointed in the indicated direction with an outstretched arm and just started walking.

A sort of melody sounded softly from the ground, just in front of where her feet touched the pavement. Mullokk signaled his people to follow her.

He had noticed Alethea's facial expression, which had changed spontaneously. She seemed to be in a trance.

The floor was covered with brick slabs, which now also began to glow more strongly from within themselves, just like the walls.

Fine dust particles flew individually but also in cloud-like forms.

She now walked along a corridor that was accompanied by wall niches on the left and right. It smelled musty.

The Maul'aafen behind her were now conversing only quietly.

Mullokk himself had pulled a hand-held spotlight from his belt holster and seemed to be getting nervous. He was no longer taking his eyes off Alethea, but at the same time he was trying to analyze the immediate surroundings.

Both together caused an increased release of stress hormones.

Alethea abruptly switched to a passageway hidden to the side and came to a square room, in the center of which three rows of tables with seats made of smooth stone became visible.

She ignored the clear evidence of the presence of intelligent life and crossed the room with quick steps.

Before Mullokk and his people could follow her even for Maul'aafen quick movements, the thunderous sound of a heavy explosion rang out.

The floor began to heave.

The massive marble, and brick slabs bulged up, blocking their way.

As Alethea left the tables behind, the ceiling came down right there with a roar of thunder, burying half the room in rubble and ash.

Mullokk cursed loudly and shouted, "Alethea stop. We're not getting anywhere here for now!"

He was standing directly in front of a trench that had formed and was about five meters long. He could not estimate its depth.

It blocked their further way, as it stretched from one side wall to the other.

Curiously, no clouds of dust were forming, although rivulets of ash, which had formed in the gaping hole in the ceiling, were still visible.

"We need one-man anti-grav units."

Mullokk could no longer see Alethea and cursed even more loudly.

Again he heard loud thunder. This time it came from below. What was going on here? Had the Akkattarier broken through the ring of battle boats?

That could not be, otherwise he would have already been informed by radio. He glanced at the wristband display and flinched.

It was dead.

The energy display was black. It couldn't be. The device had an energy store made of Tekla lithium crystals. It had a shelf life of one hundred years.

"We'll pull out for now. Quickly. Be alert, enemy contact is to be expected!"

I felt more than I saw. At least that was the impression that manifested itself more and more strongly in me.

I had already noticed that behind me the room had collapsed and that I very probably could not go back this way.

I also ignored Mullokk's request. He and his people would be fine.

The fine, melodic sound under my feet somehow gave me the certainty that I was doing the right thing by going on now. Then, suddenly, the corridor ended, and I found myself standing in front of a shiny metallic wall surface.

The indirect light coming from the walls and ceiling was reflected in it.

I thought I remembered that I had seen such an entrance once before in the star ziggurat together with Sigurd. Behind it had been a room in which one wall was filled with drawer compartments.

Two of these coffin-like containers had emerged from the wall and protruded into the room.

In them had undoubtedly lain the bodies of the strangers. Sigurd had muttered something about stasis chambers.

The wall surface in front of me showed no opening mechanism, nor was there anything else to indicate that it went on here. Was I mistaken? Probably not.

The memories of the last few days with Sigurd were abundantly clear in my mind.

He had saved me in the last second from the observatory of the star ziggurat before it exploded.

You don't just forget something like that.

More intuitively than consciously, I simply walked on, directly towards the shiny metallic wall and penetrated it without any problems.

So there was a cavity behind it. Suddenly I was standing in a room like the one I had been in with Sigurd.

"So it is," I thought, as the previous diffuse lighting suddenly changed and a light, very bright in comparison, shone from the ceiling.

My pupils needed a whole second to recover from the glare, and that although the body nanites normally compensated immediately for such stresses coming from outside.

Now I noticed that there was a difference to the room at that time.

This one was much smaller and in its center there was a table and around it there were three pieces of furniture.

The material the furniture was made of reminded me of beige polished marble.

When I touched the back of a seat, my assumption was confirmed. Cold, smooth stone! Dust particles suddenly flickered through the air in larger quantities.

They began to form. So after all! They had to be nanite populations, without a doubt.

They now moved in several groups in one direction, namely away from me towards the opposite wall. At first, I followed their trajectory with my eyes.

When I recognized a box insertion at the wall, I went slowly toward it. Immediately a fine chord sounded again under my feet.

I felt a lightness in my body that irritated me somewhat and I spontaneously stopped.

Something strange was going on here. Now I could see the drawer exactly.

Back then, with Sigurd, the whole wall was covered with drawer compartments. Here, however, there was only one of them. About half a meter in front of my eyes, a cloud of nanites suddenly floated.

I repeatedly raised my hand and reached for it. This time it did not split.

On the contrary, I had the feeling that it was literally waiting to be touched.

My gaze fixed on my hand as I reached into the cloud. I felt nothing at first. Then the cloud density increased, and I saw only a white mass shimmering brightly out of itself.

The connection was made!

My body Xxiin recognized the primal people.

A rush overcame my consciousness and passed as quickly as it had come.

Millions and millions of information in the form of qubits rolled over my consciousness and were immediately deposited and stored somewhere still in coded form, so that I remained still capable of acting despite the overflow of information.

One thing I knew immediately.

The Krsutner stasis chamber still existing here, which presented itself to me as a drawer compartment, contained my past, for which I had searched for centuries or even millennia.

Now, figuratively speaking, I only needed to access it.

Now, as the nanite cloud withdrew from my hand again, I could not tell if some of them were not still in my body.

I walked as if in a trance toward the stasis chamber, which was now clearly visible to me, and touched a small, almost invisible notch in the wall with two fingers.

I knew immediately that normally a chamber could only ever be opened by two active individuals.

But this tomb, located in the deepest part of the planet, was something else. I retreated a few feet, bumping into one of the stone seats.

All my attention was taken up by what was happening on the wall.

Completely noiselessly, the lock was released, and the shutter of the stasis chamber lowered and flipped open.