Trenchzone Troubles [13.1]
Banjosam stood facing Saraa and a small number of other Maishanforcers. He had put down his odd, boxy, backpack on the floor of the MFB airlock like entrance chamber. With a soft sparkling shimmer three 3m3 cubes materialised being one golden, two silvery and three coppery ones.
He spoke with a charming, but not overly so, voice moderated with an undertone of wary hardness. “I am Banjosam, of the Banjoband, who have been sent here to answer a series of mysteries and to solve potential problems before they become even harder to fix than they are now. You have discovered that you have been lied to, manipulated, but thanks to the influence of the ‘flashes’ you have become freed. Even the supercybclones, that had been secretly amongst you, are now free. How I know this is not a matter than I can discuss except to say that we Banjobanders have not been spying on you.”
Saraa psysensed that she could trust this one but not why. “What are the ‘flashes’ of transforming energies, where do they originate from?”
Banjosam shook his head. “We do not have a complete answer but we do know that it is celestial in nature as in a Celestrial Entity of great power, skill and experience. Yet it is also childlike, perhaps a child, though not as any mortal would be one or even any immortal or eternal. As immortal I mean true immortal and as eternal I mean true eternal.”
Saraa snorted. “Is there such a thing as a true mortal?”
Banjosam semismiled “Yes but that is not a subject that I really want to get into. False mortals are most likely to be trouble intruders into mortal realms or creations of such interference. Still, not all are negative but are neutral, or even positive, in nature. The TrechWar is far from over. New threats are on the way and not just that you have likely detected coming from below. They are after something buried, here in what has become the Trenchzone, that was once made up of beautiful gardens, large memorials and other majestic monuments; that artefact is attracting unwanted attention. Information noted that it maybe quite close to the tallest local monument still surviving fully intact and actively self repairing.”
Saraa sounded bemused. “The President Washington Monument, the PWM, still exists as a truly massive tower shaped like the much smaller one that existed in WashingtonDC before that city was nuked at the end of WW3, during Warday.”
Banjosam nodded. “OldWashington was cleansed off its dangerously high radiation, during the ASMM (Age of Scientific Miracles and Madness) but failed to become a bustling metropolis as it once had been. The original Washington Monument was fully restored with a few improvements making it stronger, more enduring, with self repairing smartmaterials. So were other monuments including new ones about WW3.”
Saraa snorted. “Wasn’t there something toxic about that radiation cleansing process, at least in some parts of OldWashingtonDC?”
Banjosam nodded. “Yes! There were also been suppressed accounts, and dark whispers, of disturbing phenomena taking place in the metropolis, especially in some places, of a supposed spiritual nature. Time to use those gifts so I can soon send those highly valuable, and restricted, transcubes back home.”
So it began!
There was the Trenchzone but was it so straight forward, in nature, as it had firstly seemed to be to those approaching it? This was an especially pertinent question after the flashes started sweeping changes happening there along with in other areas. Was there only one Trenchzone?
Edited by Maharg67, 03 June 2020 - 02:52 AM.