(joint post between jacknotch and gablogian)
The mainframe room was filled with black suited men, along with several military police officers armed with M16s, Walter walked to the mainframe to see it was ready for use… As he cautiously pushed the button that enabled the generation of a wormhole.
Cunningham Air Force Base; a.k.a. “Area 52”, Laona Province
Drew scratched his furry ear at the strange readings on the console he was stationed at. “What the hell is this…”
The Xagrurgian government commissioned a secret project to determine the feasibility of miniature wormholes. As a result, Drew and a number of brilliant physicists were brought into the project at Area 52, a proving grounds of sorts by the Xagrurgian military for over 60 years.
The guards in the booth were startled at the sudden appearance of a wormhole in the testing room, though they looked towards the scientists for an explanation. They shook their heads and said it wasn’t their doing. Drew decided to do an experiment of his own and wrote on a piece of paper, “Is anyone on the other side of this wormhole?”, crumpled it up and tossed into the wormhole.
Another woman standing in another room containing the teleporters, notices a small compartment open up unexpectedly, a small ball of paper shoots out, startling her as she somehow catched it.
She rushes into the mainframe room, “We have something!” She yells out, handing Walter the note as he crumpled it up, reading it as his eyes widen in absolute surprise and horror.
“My god…This message is in English…” He says as his breath caught him, the group surrounds him to read it as he looked down at the binary code.
Drew looked down at his digital watch on his wrist, awaiting for a response while the guards pointed their M.O.G rifles at the wormhole.
He sighs, taking a pen from his button up shirt pocket, quickly writing the response “Yes.” on the paper, quickly rushing into the adjacent room to throw the paper into the compartment once again.
Drew saw the paper fly out of the wormhole and hit the face of a guard, flinching. “Ow,” he rubbed his face. The guard then opened up the note and read the word, “Yes,” scribbled onto it. The scientists were extremely excited about this and called the Xagrurgian Department of Defense about the development. Meanwhile, Drew equipped a MOPP suit in a locker in a nearby security office and gathered a couple of the guards who were also wearing MOPP suits in case there were biological agents on the other side and prepared to go into the wormhole. “Let’s hope this doesn’t go to shit,” he says, with a suitcase containing information about Urth in hand that was prepared in case something like this were to occur, even in the smallest of possibilities.
Walter walks back into the room once again, the other scientists, CIA agents, and Military Police look at him, begging for future outcomes.
“People…I believe we are communicating with extra terrestrial entities…Aliens, basically.” Walter explains to the group of men, all of their eyes widen in horror.
Drew crossed through the wormhole with the guards, appearing in an empty room with a door. With a bag of scientifc equipment on his back, he began scanning the room. Meanwhille, the Xagrurgian soldiers keep their guard up and remain cautious.
Walter would have heard the faint, muffled voices of one of the scientists, his eyes widen more at the presence of the English in the other room, as he gestured one of the military policemen into the other room, as the man readied the M16A1, moving Walter beside, slowly opening the door up. “H-Hello?” The man would peak his head, looking into the other room.
The guards immediately turned their rifles at the sudden noise but Drew ordered them to stand down and then said, “Hello there.”
Out of a reaction, the man panickly slams the door, breathing heavily, looking to Walter, “There is…There is other men outside…” “Well then…” Walter nods at the officer, opening the door once again, slowly walking out of the room to notice the other men in suits.
One of the Xagrurgian soldiers said to Drew, “Sir, your orders?” Drew responded, “Stand down but remain cautious.” As he said that, he saw someone else by the door and asked, “Who’s over there?”
“I am a scientist, I come without aggression…”
Drew then said to the man, “Good afternoon then sir, I think.” Drew and the soldiers were surprised at the appearence of a human on the otherside, but Drew is able to conceal it.
“How are you speaking English?” He was confused, the fact that what are potentially aliens, were speaking the same language as he was.
What is English? We are speaking Codexian."
“Codexian? We are speaking English.”
“Parallel development of languages, fascinating,” he mumbled to himself. Drew then asked, “Where are we?”
You are on Earth? What universe are you from to speak the same language as us?"
“Depends on your defintion of ‘universe.’ I am from Urth. Federal Republic of Xagrurg, Auroran Continent.”
“Urth? Earth?” Walter places his hand to his forehead in confusion.
“Perhaps a description of our worlds would be in order,” Drew suggested.
“I advise you all to remove your gas masks…I must see your facial appearances.”
Drew checked his device to determine the atmospheric conditions of the room. “Nitrogen, oxygen, argon, and then trace amounts of carbon dioxide, neon, helium, methane, krypton, hydrogen, nitrous oxide, xenon, ozone, iodine, carbon monoxide, and ammonia. Should be safe enough to breath,” Drew said to the men. They all removed their gas masks including Drew, revealing his furry head and ears.
Walter steps back in surprise at his appearance his eyes widen, his facial structure so similar to that of a Fox. “What in the fuck?”
“You never seen a bipedal fox before?” jokes Drew.
He looks at the other Humans, even more confused. “What is this? What universe you come from?”
“We don’t know. We could even be in the same universe or galaxy for all I know. I was just conducting experiments with wormholes in my laboratory when this random wormhole popped up in the testing chamber.”
“We were too…We lost a scientist to this.”
Walter looks behind the door, slowly opening it to allow the group inside,
“Poor man, what was the scientist’s name? Perhaps he landed in our world by a stroke of luck.”
“Arthur…Arthur Coffey,” They could see the room having several, green fatigue wearing men aiming M16 assault rifles towards the group and Walter, along with agents doing the same thing.
The Xagrurgian soldiers aimed their MOG rifles back at the men with M16s in response. “Hang on, let’s all calm down here.”
Walter looks towards the group, slowly sticking his hand out to order them to lower their weapons.
The glimpse of the room would show a room full of computers and machines from the early 70s.
Drew motioned his men to stand down again, which they did, albeit reluctantly, and looked at the old computers and machines in the other room. “Damn, that’s some old equipment you got back there.”
“Old? What do you mean old? These computers are state of the art.”
Walter slowly walks into the other room, looking with caution at the armed group.
“Does ‘state-of-the-art’ mean 40 years old here or…?”
“40 years ago? You mean 1934?”
“No, 1978.”
“You are saying…You use the same year system as us?” He scratches his head, “Because the year right now is 1974.”
“On my planet, Urth, it is the 29th of April, 2018, approximately 20:22.”
He tilts his head to the right, “Gregorian calendar plus 44 years?” He sighs, “The current date right now is March 16, 1974, 20:22 too…”
“Great, the wormhole lunged us 40 years into the past onto a different world.”
“Yeah…And I am talking to a Fox man from the future on a different planet!”
“True,” Drew shrugged. “Have your people been working on the art of wormholes long?”
“We started the Narnia project in 1972, now we’ve all focused on alien contact now that we had a scientist that disappeared in the teleporter.” He’d still offer the men to enter inside, “Now…Enter, we do not bite.”
“Sure,” Drew said warily to the man, motioning his men to come wit him to the other world.
As they would walk into the room, they would hear the same Woman that gave Walter the paper scream at Drew, clearly panicked by his appearance “What the hell is that thing?” She yells out, tripping and falling against a wall.
Drew said in a calming manner to the frightened woman, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt, just talk,” extending his hand to her.(edited)
“No! Stay away from me!” She yells out again, crawling away from her as a black suited man quickly covers her mouth with his hand to quiet her.
“Alright then,” Drew said softly to the woman. Turning to the black-suited man, Drew asked, “Who are you?”
“Oh…” He looks at the Woman and then to Drew, “I am agent…Uh…Agent Frank Hamilton of the CIA…Who are you?”
“Head Scientist Drew Tang, Xagrurgian Department of Defense, Special Activities Division.”
“Might I ask what are you?” He’d look at Drew, confused by his appearance, but still somewhat calm.
“I am a Vulpine, essentially a bipedal sentient Fox.”
“And…What have you come here for?”
“To explore where no one has gone before,” jokes Drew, making a reference to the Urth sci-fi show Star Voyage.
He tilts his head to the right slightly, “Is that a Star Trek reference?” He’d smirk.
“Pretty much,” Drew said, assuming Star Trek was the parallel world’s version of Star Voyage.
He quickly shakes his head, “Enough references for now,” Hamilton would take his hand off of the Woman’s mouth, standing up to meet the Vulpine while standing up
“Well then…Where you are, is the Pentagon, in Washington D.C., between the state of Maryland and Virginia in the United States on the North American continent, on Earth.”
Drew quickly begins record the conversion with his phone as it would be inefficient to use a notepad and pencil.
“The countries that border our country, is Mexico, Canada, and the Soviet Union.”
“And even then…I am willing to let you meet our president, Richard Nixon…”
A black-suited woman would step up out of nowhere, noticing the equipment. “I like how you all dress tactically.” The woman smiles, looking at Hamilton and the Vulpine.
Drew turned to the woman who made the comment and said, “Thanks, these are brand-new,” pointing to the next-gen rifles, night-vision goggles and the prototype exoskeletons and armor the soldiers are wearing.
“Well…Richard Nixon is in this complex right now…But, I am amazed how both of our worlds are coincidentally the same as each other, besides the presence of uh…Vulpines and stuff.”
“There’s more species on Urth but we can discuss that later. Is Richard Nixon aware of us?”
“He is aware of the accident that has happened days prior.”
The group would hear the small crashing of the elevator, along with the noisy sound of it opening.
The Xagrurgians turned towards the elevator, noticing a man in a suit walking out of it.
It was a middle aged man, between two blacksuited men with black glasses on, as he ambled slowly towards the door, stopping in his tracks once he saw Drew…
“Sentient bipedal fox,” Drew said as he assumed Nixon was going to ask him that.
“I see…” Nixon slowly walked towards the Vulpine, looking down at him.
Drew did the same to Nixon, scanning him. After a couple of seconds, Drew said, “My name is Drew Tang.”
“President Richard Nixon,” He responds quietly, looking at Hamilton and Perry in the room also.
“I presume you may have some questions for us?”
“Yes…Might I ask your intentions here?”
“To explore what’s on the other side of the wormhole, if the wormhole doesn’t collapse first.”
“I was told a general region of a disturbance was generated, probably over where you are.”
“Speaking of wormholes, have you guys figured out how to stabilize them yet?” turning to Walter.
“No…Not really…We accidentally put a setting that randomly locates a field of disruption…Which is basically a region where wormholes can develop.”
“Shit, we should probably send this information back into the wormhole before it closes.”
“I feel we should at least try to keep this open…Allow our scientists to go into your world to investigate it.”
“Sure, just warn us before you enter as we had ‘other things’ come through.”
Nixon would step in beside Walter, looking down at the Vulpine, “Although I am most interested in your appearance…I shall not let you disclose this meeting to your public, as I shall not disclose it to mine…And, I would love for us to have great contact with an alien civilization…”
“But…I am a worrisome person, as I feel this technology could also be learned by the Soviets, which I consider to you, our greatest enemy at the moment.”
"Soviets? I presume they’re communists?
“They are Communists.”
“A political theory derived from Karl Marx, advocating class war and leading to a society in which all property is publicly owned and each person works and is paid according to their abilities and needs…”
“We also have a similar ideology on Urth , and it’s working for the most part.”
“Communism? That works?” Nixon would let out a loud chuckle
"“The people in East Cerdani are living pretty happily, albeit their economy is stagnant.”
“Well…Who leads East Cerdani to make this system…“work”?”
“Erich Honecker.”
The suited man would go quiet for a second. “A coincidence…The leader of East Germany, a country on our planet…Their leader is named Erich Honecker as well…”
“Could you explain this “East Cerdani” for me? Fox man?” He’d smile, joking at the last part of his sentence.
“East Cerdani, well, let me pull up their information page real quick,” as he took out his phone and opened a document about East Cerdani.
He looks down at the device, confused, “What is that thing?” He points to the phone
“Is it some form of…computer?”
“This is a ‘smartphone,’ a device that pretty much acts as a portable electronic assistant.”
“Ah…Futuristic technology from your civilization? Wonderful.”
Drew remembered he had a briefcase and told Nixon, “I got some memorabilia from Urth here in my case.”
He looks down at the case… “Can I see it?”
“Sure,” said Drew.
((there’s a vinyl record from Urth Voyager probe, a flag of Xagrurg, a photo of a family, a photo of the urban cityscape of Laona, and more)
Nixon looks at the contents, smiling… “Your civilization…Or what part of your civilization is just like ours.”
“Your landscape, your families…Is very similar to that despite the addition to your non-Human races.”
“If you guys got a vinyl player, you guys can go play the record if you want.”
He looks to Walter, “Do we have a vinyl player?” The scientist man would nod right and left, “Damnit.”
“Well, you guys can keep the record, I think its mission is a success,” looking at the humans and Nixon.
“Well then, I want to keep contact with you…As this moment will be the most historic in all of our civilization’s histories. We hope to keep a stable opening to your lab and this one.”
“I concur. Our scientists should work together to stabilize the wormhole.”
“But…I am afraid that the wormhole could end up in potentially random places…As one of your scientists could end up somewhere in the USSR, or one of its satellite nations.”
“I believe we may have encountered one of your nations as during one of our experiments, some people in combat fatigues appeared in our testing chamber, speaking Slavic and claimed they were from a place called the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.”(edited)
He would go quiet once again…Looking to be somewhat scared. “My god…Then they must have this technology too…”
“During another experiment, one of our scouting groups crossed into the wormhole and appeared in a nuclear-devestated city. They reported that the city was recently attacked by a lone bomber and that the survivors were speaking ‘Japanese’ or something.”(edited)
“Yes…We did that…We were at war with this nation known as Japan, and we dropped 2 nuclear bombs on their cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.”
“Well, good thing we showed up after the bomb dropped then.”
“Good. We are hoping the next big war, will not go nuclear as our arsenal of nuclear bombs are in the thousands.”
“Sounds like the Auroran Cold War then.”
“Auroran Cold War?”
“It was a massive standoff between the Morstablysian Empire and Ethalyrian Empire during the 20th century, except it went hot.”
“Was it nuclear?”
After he said so, Nixon would look in the suitcase once again, to see a large factbook of all the nations on Urth,
“Somehow, it wasn’t. Though there were hundreds of thousands of casualties to my knowledge.”
“Our last major war, casualties was in the millions.”
“It was around 1939 to 1945, World War II, started off with Nazi Germany, a Fascist regime, invading Poland, causing our allies the United Kingdom, and France to declare war.”
“The Auroran-Imperial War, the one I referred to earlier, took place in 1970 through 1975 after the Ethalyrian invasion of the Xagrurgian-Ethalyrian border demilitarized zone.”
“So…Around the current year here yes?”
“Correct.”
“Ah…Who were the belligerents?”
“Ethalria and the Kostromostan Empire, both destroyed now.”
“Ah…Speaking of Fascism I referred to earlier, does Fascism exist on your planet?”
“Yes, along with feudal monarchies and an alien colony whose origins are lost to time.”
“What are these nation names exactly?”
“Fortuna, Celannica, Asendavia, and more I could think of while the alien colony is called East Malaysia.”
“East Malaysia? Malaysia exists here on Earth.”
Drew shrugged and said, “I don’t know why they chose that name. Anyway, did your people travel to other areas with the wormholes yet?”
“Oh…We had an incident where a scientist was accidentally transported, likely to your planet, so that is why we are investigating the region over your world.”
“During one of experiments, again, we happened to pop in some depository in a city named Dallas and there was a motorcade. All of a sudden, some man shot at the motorcade. Do you know who was the target by chance?”
“Lee Harvey Oswald.”
“No wait…”
Richard Nixon chuckles “Excuse my stupidity as I read your question wrong, it was our former president John F. Kennedy, Lee Harvey Oswald was the perpetrator.”
“Are you sure Lee Harvey Oswald was the only perpetrator? As we saw him speak to a radio on his belt in Slavic to someone and there was a rustle in the grassy knoll nearby.”
“Well…We think Oswald was the only perpetrator to this…You don’t think…”
“One of our Xagrurigan scouts dressed in a suit to blend in with security jumped onto the back of the car where I think John F. Kennedy was shot to check on him and his wife. Never figured out what happened to him though as he didn’t report back at the designated check-in time.”
“So…You are saying the USSR has been involved in the assassination of John F. Kennedy?”
“Beats me, we didn’t go back to the time afterwards to investigate further.”
“And you have been interfering with what has happened in the past?”
“I’m not sure, as we have occasionally but rarely seen other mysterious people jumping in and out of wormholes.”
Nixon would sigh, looking towards Walter and down at Drew, “Well…I am too stressed from all of that watergate bullshit still happening, and my best course of action is to atleast send a large squad of scientists all over your planet…To investigate life there.”
“Seems good, but don’t come armed, don’t want a shootout in a facility filled with expensive equipment and wormhole research do we now?”
Walter would step up infront of Richard Nixon, “Mr. President, can I volunteer?”
Nixon quickly moves Walter over to see Drew, “Sure…As long as you don’t do as this man says.”
Drew looked around the room and then said, “You got a computer that I can sift through your world’s information?”
“We do not sadly.”
Answered Walter, looking around at the computers, which appeared new to him, but old to the Xagrugians.
“It’s a shame, would’ve been interesting to see how changed Earth is with all this wormhole jumping.”
“We have libraries, with books explaining our history and all of the world’s factbooks…”
“Man, it’s been a while since I last visited a library, with the internet rising and whatnot.”
“Internet? That exists?”
“Well…Publicly that is.”
“Oh right, it’s still a classified project back in the 70’s,” Drew said to himself. “Yeah, it exists publically. Over 3.2 billion users and rising.”
“Jesus…That’s almost as big as the world population here right now!”
“Yeah, the Green Revolution did wonders to population growth. Last time I checked, our population was around 7 to 9 billion but I could be wrong.”
“Ah…Might I ask any concurrent wars happening in your world at the moment? Largest one here right now is a war happening currently in a country known as “Vietnam”, we withdrew our forces after a large death toll worth of fighting there since 1965.”
“Oddly enough, we also have a Vietnam down in Gondwana. So far, they have not started fighting yet but tensions are growing between them. Other than that, I don’t believe we have any wars currently.”
“My…Our worlds are extremely similar to have countries with the same name.”
Nixon chuckles,
“It is strange,” Drew cracks a smile.
“Yes…Even then…You are lucky to not come here alone…Your appearance would have horrified all of us, and you would potentially be captured for experimentation. I am intrigued by your structure, and I would love to learn more about your species.” Nixon responds, extending his hand out to the Vulpine.
Drew then shakes Nixon’s hand firmly while saying, “I would love to study this planet and its species as well.”
“I assume our animals would be so similar as our planets are nearly identical…Us Humans occupy these lands only.”
“The anthropological research would be very interesting indeed.”
“Yes…I would like our scientists to explain the nations where your species is in the majority population. As observing would bring us to a better understanding.”
“So, I understand you mentioned something about a ‘Watergate’ earlier yes?”
“Yes…Around 2 years ago, and people are blaming me due to the fact that five me burglarized one of our government properties.”
“If you were forced to resign by these people, who would be next in line and would he be informed on this project?”
“My Vice President, Gerald Ford yes.”
“Well then, I don’t suppose you have any more questions for me?”
“I do not have anymore questions for you sir…” He looks to Walter, “But this man has said he wanted to be the first volunteer to give more insight on your world.”
“I’ll allow it, just don’t go around breaking stuff though.”
Walter nods and smiles, “I promise I will not!”
“By the way Walter, can you give me your data on this wormhole? Just in case we need to try and spawn it.”
“Ah…Yes.” He quickly rushes into the other room, coming out with a piece of paper to hand to Drew, containing information on said wormhole.
“Thank you. Now, let’s jump into the wormhole before it dissipates.”
He looks back at Richard Nixon, shaking his hand. “I thank you for this opportunity, Mr. President,” Only Nixon responded with a smile and a nod, then looking back towards Drew.
Drew, Walter, and the 6 Xagrurgian soldiers walk into the wormhole, popping out on the other side, the appearance of Walter surprising the scientists in the observation room.
Walter looks around the room in awe…
The scientists in the observation chamber looked through the window with security bars and reinforced glass at Walter, studying him.
“So…This is your place yes?”
“Yes.”
“I guess you can see the mainframe room. Follow me this way through the blast door and into the hallway.”
“Alright!” He says with a cheer.
Drew and Walter went through a series of hallways before reaching the mainframe room, who Drew opened the door and allowed Walter to see the rows and rows of state-of-the-art hardware running simultaneously.
He’d continue to look around in awe, the technology never even thought of even in a movie, “How long did it take you to research such things like this?”
“This? We just asked for it from the feds and they handed it over to us. The designers took about a couple of months to come out and manufacture them.”
“Months? Wow.”
“Being part of a highly classified black ops division comes with its perks.”
“Well…The project we were working on was extremely classified.”
“I guess we had more funding then,” Drew smiled.
Walter looks back at Drew, “Do you have a political map of this planet?”
“Yeah, give me a minute.” Drew runs over to a computer on a desk, logs in, and hops into a internet browser and brings up a map of the world.
Walter looks in closer, having hesitation to ask about the computer, looking at a large island in the middle of it.
“What is this giant ass blob here?” Walter points to the red colored region of it.
“That is South Hills, one of the superpowers on Urth.”
“Weird name…Its just a country full of hills?”
“Nah, more like nuclear missiles,” Drew jokes.
“How many in their arsenal?”
“Because… If this is your planet’s superpower, they gotta have some rivals.” Walter chuckles.
“I believe around 4,018 nuclear missiles, according to public sources.”
“Very large amount…” He would point to the larger, purple blob near South Hills, “This one?”
“That is Packilvania, a major Islamic caliphate.”
“Islam exists on your planet?” He cocks his eyebrow, showing absolute confusion.
“Along with Abrahamism, Neo-Confucianism, and Catholicism.”
“Oh…Jesus…Well then…” He’d look over the same continent Packilvania, “Uhh…Vek eh…you… Asendavia…Valokchia?” He mumbles out, slowly saying out the countries.
“You seem to have alot of unclaimed space…”
“International treaties were created to help control the sprawl of civilized development as Urth is undergoing the drastic consequences of climate change.”
“Ah…The industrial revolution has caused great climate disruption on our planet…” He’d gain some interested in the Northeastern part of Yasteria, "Could you give me a rundown of these nations uh…Vek…eh…you, Asendavia…And Valokchia? Very interesting names.`
“Asendavia is a feudal monarchy while Valokchia is supposed to be a parliamentary democracy but they’re going undergoing severe civil strife as of late. Vekaiyu is another superpower and a member of the Kerilo Accords, a major faction on Urth along with the United Nations of the Auroran Continent and the Atlantian Council or whatever they’re called.”
“Ah…What do you mean by civil strife with that weird Valokchia country?”
“The tinpot dictatorship in power has been oppressing Vulpines while humans have been given privileges. As a result, radical political parties from both spectrums have popped up, the major ones a fascist party and a ‘democratic socialist’ party.”
“Fascism rising huh? I wonder who leads the Fascist party is as competent as Benito Mussolini.” Walter jokes,
“Well, there is a dude called Heinrich Himmler in their party I think, if that makes any difference. Pretty violent man.”
“What I have learned, Heinrich Himmler was the Reichsfuhrer of the SS in Nazi Germany during World War II.”
“Ah yes, World War 2; your president mentioned it earlier. I think we made a couple trips during that time, perhaps a couple files on them.”
“Any documentation of Adolf Hitler? Erwin Rommel? Joseph Goebbels? Hermann Goering? Rudolf Hess?” He began spitting out random names of known Nazi figures at the Vulpine.
“Adolf Hitler, we may have tried to assassinate him with a bomb in his office but some idiot discovered it and detonated it early. Erwin Rommel was executed as a traitor. The others probably fled to Argentina with Hitler at the end of the war.”
“You’re saying Adolf Hitler escaped to Argentina?”
“Yeah, we got a file on that as well. We can’t pinpoint his exact location though.”
“Is he still alive?”
“Because…He may be 85 at the moment!”
“Most likely, we’ve been receiving occasional rumours and possible sightings of him since 1945.”
“This might be very historical…If so…We must kill him for his atrocities.”
“Or…We shall let old age execute him?”
“Let the old age kill him. Or the mosquitoes,” Drew smiles.
“Yes…Fascism is most very well a dead ideology on Earth…The only country existing with the same belief is Spain.”
“Do you want any information about your planet’s future? As we have documentation for events up to your year 2018 C.E.”
“Yes.”
“Are you time travelers or something?”
"Essentially, yes.
“I wonder if we could do the same…”
“In 2001, the United States under the George W. Bush Jr. administration will invade Iraq under the guide of removing WMDs and the Taliban when there were no actual WMDs, causing the creation of a Islamic caliphate in 2014 and mass chaos in the Middle East.”
“So…There is no nuclear war in that time huh?”
“Nah, the Soviet Union collapsed under Mikhail Gorbachev in 1991.”
Walter smiles at the response, “Heh heh, that’s because Communism does not work!”
“Unfortunately, the People’s Republic of China replaced them and the USA is deeply divided between political ideologies.”
“Ah yes…I forgot about China…What has happened the past weeks in your world?”
“Well, a massive concert is going to take place in a couple of weeks.”
“What kind of concert? Something as big as Woodstock?”
“Bigger.”
“Nonsense, no concert can be as big as Woodstock.”
“We’re going to have over a billion viewers watching online I believe.”
“Ah…Why can’t they just go to the concert directly?”
“Concert hall can only hold 4 thousand,” says Drew.
Walter shrugs, “Guess it is famous if people watch it indirectly I guess.”
“Eh,” says Drew. “What genre of music do you listen to?”
“Oh…I don’t listen to music alot.”
“It distracts me whenever I do my work.”
“I’m a fan of Nervena, a 90’s grunge band, and occasionally music from the 60’s.”
“What’s the music like now?”
“Shit tons of crappy autotune songs by teen idols.”
He shakes his head slightly, “Guess I shouldn’t care.”
“Well, what else do you want to see?”
“Everything that I should see.”
(image of Xagrurgian command room)
“Let me show you to our command center,” Drew said.
Walter nods, awaiting to follow him.
After several more hallways and staircases, they reach an elevator and enter it. “So, what do you think so far?” he asked Walter.
Walter stops to look in surprise of the absolute magnificence of the room. “Holograms?” He looks back to Drew with a smile.
"We also have automated turrets but they’re offline right now as they’re undergoing repairs after the last incident.’
“Do you think it is possible for our country to borrow your…Technology?”
“Possibly, but imagine the level of industrial espionage by all parties if they find out about this.”
“We best hope to prevent such things…”
“With such technology our country will be superior to all technologically.”
“You would, but how would one explain the sudden advances in tech?”
“True…”
“We could lend you a couple of technical experts in exchange for financial resources as our economy is in the tank right now. Speaking of the economy, invest big in New York real estate along with something called Bitcoin in the 2000’s, trust me.”
“Well…We have been for years striving for being superior over the Soviet Union, so this is not out of question.”
“By the way, when the Soviets invade Afghanistan in the 1980’s, the USA will back the Mujahideen, who will eventually backstab you and blow up a financial center in New York called the World Trade Towers and the Pentagon with planes on September 11, 2001.”
“Well, that’s just the Soviets way of expanding their ideology…And do you have proof of these events?”
Drew types in a couple of commands in a computer console, bringing up news footage of the attacks on 9/11 along with its ensuing chaos and destruction.
“Man…And we have just finished building them!”
“Yeah, damn terrorists.”
“Well…Now we’ll believe anything you’ll say…So its best to prevent all of this shit from happening.”
“There is a catch to all this time-travel bullshit however. Every small change to the timeline will cause the butterfly effect, possibly resulting in significantly different futures.”
“So that is why you did not tamper with anything?”
“Well, we did tamper somewhat. But they were either due to native interference or rogue agents.”
“…Tamper with what?”
“I don’t suppose you know the assassination of Franz Ferdinand do you?”
“Uh yes…It jumpstarted World War I?”
“The driver may have interacted with one of our agents who then accidently gave him the wrong directions the day before.”
“Well, shit.”
“There was also the Watergate incident.”
“You were involved in that?”
“Remember those strangers I mentioned earlier?”
“Uhh…Yes?”
“During our observation mission there across the street in a van, their wormhole popped up near the hotel around the time those burglars were inside and somehow knew they were inside as they went straight to a phone booth and called the cops.”
“How long have you been doing this experiment for?”
“About 40 years.”
“What have you achieved during that span?”
“Significant information about your world, though we have too much to summarize briefly.”
“Seems like your information could be great use for a movie, TV Show, book or anything like that…”
“We’re actually doing one right now as a cover, it’s called Starportal-2.”
“Great way to entertain the public while basing information on actual civilizations.” Walter smiles.
“So, what do you think of us so far?”
“I like this planet…It is so very similar to ours, I wish we could keep contact for a very, very long time.”
Walter sighs, fidgeting with his fingers, “Also…Have you heard of the scientist, Arthur Coffey?”
“No unfortunately.”
“Ah well, he was one of our scientists for the Narnia Project, and has unfortunately, likely been teleported to this planet.”
“Sounds like our early attempts with wormhole technology,” Drew said.
“We originally planned this for instantaneous military troop travel…But now it looks like we can contact entire alien civilizations.”
“One must be cautious with this technology however, we had several incidents where firefights erupted in our testing chamber, hence the heightened security measures there.”
“Firefights between who?”
“Other rival nations, extraterrestrials, weird-ass insectoids, and more.”
“Atleast we won’t have Soviets spawn into our building and cause World War III.”
"You never know,"says Drew. “Should I also mention our sleeper agents on your world as well or no?”
“Sleeper agents?”
“We left a couple of our own people through the centuries to record and report information about your societies, some of them playing key factors in your development.”
“What are their names? What did they do?”
“Some of them’s code names were Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin, and Gerald Rudolph Ford Jr. You may know them.”
He gets a surprised look on his face… “So you are saying two of the most important allied leaders of WW2, and the current vice president, are not from Earth?”
“Yes, as to gain the most valuable insights into your world and to prevent the rise of totalitarian regimes, although we severely failed the latter goal.”
“So…I guess some conspiracies by crazy homeless people are true then.”
“Yeah, some of those homeless people were witnesses or suspicious people who uncovered their actual identities.”
“Man…At least its best to keep all of this classified.”
“Perhaps, hopefully the reds don’t get their hands on this information.”
“Definitely, or else we can hope to at least not cause any form of war.”
“True. Anyway, got any questions or anything else you would like to see?”
“What time is it right now?”
“It’s 21:52.”
“So…Nighttime huh? Any place to sleep?”
“Would you like to return back to your world or would you like to sleep here? If so, you should probably inform your people first.”
“They likely know I will be here for a while…”
“Still, best to return this information to your people first. As a good gesture of faith.”
Walter sighs, “Alright…Although I am tired, I’ve always wanted to sleep on another planet.” The man jokes
“I always did want to interact with an extraterrestrial, a friendly one though,” Drew smiles.
“Well…A couple of decades ago we would have been horrified of you.”
“How far back would this be?”
“Around 1930s to 40s?”
“Oh right, George Orwell.”
“Yeah? He created War of the Worlds and 1984?”
“Eric Blair also known as George Orwell: I heard interesting reports of him by Churchill.”
Yes…I have heard."
“Anyways, living quarters are on Floor -15, Section A. Once you get permission from your supervisor, I can assign you a room.”
“Alrighty…”
“Okay…Thank you then, hope the beds are comfy as hell though.”
“Well, this base is a military base. Though they made accommodations for us civilians so they shouldn’t be too bad.”
“Ah well then…I bid you good night then.” He walks out of the room, looking back with a smile at Drew.
“Good night,” Drew nodded at Walter.
He nods, exiting the room, likely to go asleep on the unknown planet.
(OOC: Remember kids, use google documents to write joint posts on because discord chats suck)
