by John Pirillo
Chapter Forty-Seven Tesla and Edison huddled over a new device they were building, with Einstein freshly arrived from the Heidelberg University where he had been teaching for the winter, and Madame Curie taking notes in the back of the office as she examined the readouts of a very modern looking analyzer that only Tesla and Edison had. They were its inventor and had no intentions of selling it to anyone. Mainly because they feared their competitors would take it, change just one thing and sell it as if they themselves had created it.
It was a growing phenomenon spread from the Americas, called Corporatism, a plague of businessmen dead set on controlling the world through finances, not caring what effect their policies had on the masses they lorded it over.
Neither Telsa nor Edison found that kind of capitalism fair or kind, both of them being known more for their generosity than their hoarding as their American friends were wont.
It wasn't like the earlier days when men like Lincoln and Washington had run the country, creating an atmosphere of equality and sharing. That had been corrupted during the First World War, when the Caney-Bwhus Presidency came into power and military might began being used to bully the lessor powers and to establish fortresses where they could exploit the third world countries.
Queen Mary of Scots had held back from being involved in that first war, because it was not a war to protect people, but interests, but the second one she had sent their armies in and they had swept the Americans back onto their continent, a situation they chafed at, even though such good men as Benjamin Franklin, and Isaac Asmov had risen into power. The corporate consortiums held too much power now and were in danger of controlling the entire society into a regressive culture of people with little or no word in their own chosen destinies.
The Great Orwell, a prophet for the ages, had given up his life on the cross because the churches accused him of heresy for predicting the fall of man through the lust for power and fortune. He had many followers still and his untimely death had only spread the faith of the few in the greater belief that all men were spiritual beings and need not account to church or state for their right to freedom.
"Finished." Madame Curie said, rising from her station. She brought her analysis to the two men, who quickly looked it over.
Einstein came over to watch everyone's expressions. He rubbed a hand through his wild mop of hair, then put his favorite pipe to his lips and drew some smoke into his lungs.
Edison frowned. "This is most peculiar. The stone is definitely not of our earth, but the metal..."
"Is." Madame Curie finished.
Tesla looked at her, then at Einstein.
"We have all been assuming much more than we should." He said.
"I believe we are dealing not with an invader from another planet, but from another time and space." She said. Born in Warsaw as Maria Salomea Skłodowska, her thick accent was sometimes a bit hard to understand, but she was a well educated woman and one of the brightest lights of the Greater Britains, even though not a natural born citizen. She had struggled for women's rights in Poland when most women about the world were still trying to cope with dying prematurely of giving childbirth. Not one to stand for the obvious or the cultural standards, she had stood with Madame Blavatsky, a close friend of Harry Houdini's, and mounted a wave of petitions and protests, including the casting out of men from the bedroom as a method of making their point. She accomplished with the help of her friends in one decade what most women about the world were still striving for...equality with men.
"That' s just bloody crazy!" Edison said, his American accent washing over the more English swearword, and engulfing it in a kind of cute colloquialism.
Tesla nodded. "But when one had examined the possible..."
"Then as Sherlock says, We must consider the impossible!" Madame Curie stated, a slight smile on her thin lips.
Einstein grinned. "And the impossible is what our team works with all the team, not true?"
"And how's your Unified Field Theory coming along, Al?" Edison asked.
"Wouldn't you boys like to know?" Al grinned.
Edison laughed. He knew Al would be shut lips until he had it figured out. Maybe even go to his death bed, rather than bring out an unformed theory. It was his nature.
Edison put a hand on Madame Curie's arm. "Very well done, Madame. This will help much I suspect, though how I'm not just sure how."
"And yourselves, gentlemen? How are you coming with your new toy?"
"Edison just put on the final touches before you spoke up, my dear." Tesla said with a grin.
Edison nodded. He lifted the slight box, bulging with loose wires and a vaguely glowing screen on its top, which had numerous small antenna sprouted from its face. "We call it the spectral Manganizer."
"Because it can discover any concentrations of the material that are within a thousand yards of it." Tesla added.
"Have you tried it?" Madame Curie asked, curious as to whether it worked or not.
"You be our guest, Madame." Edison said, offering her the box.
"What do I do?"
He pointed to two levers at the base of the box. "First press the red button, then the blue one. Wait about ten seconds for the Tesla coils to warm up."
"Then BOOM!" Tesla joked.
Madame Curie jerked at the word "BOOM," and almost dropped the box.
Einstein began laughing so hard that Madame Curie gave him a scowl. He quickly went back to their desk.
"Think I'll work on my theory some." He said as he went back.
"Good idea." Madame Curie said, barely holding back her angry when she saw he was still laughing, but keeping it to himself. The man was such a jokester and she feared these two next to her were no less.
"Sorry." Tesla said, irritated at himself for being so childish as this moment. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
She glanced at his face, noting the apology written all over it and in his eyes. "We're all running on short fuses these days."
She pressed the red button. A slight humming came from the box. She looked to the men and they both nodded. She pressed the blue button and the tiny antennas began to glow a slight red color which grew brighter and brighter.
Tesla and Edison both looked like small children as they watched their latest invention come to life. They exchanged congratulatory glances, then tensed when the box began to sound a very loud alarm.
"What the?" Tesla gasped.
Edison ran to the window of their office.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Madame Curie asked, puzzled by the sound.
"Not unless one is very, very close to the source." Edison explained, then gestured to them.
They went to the office window and looked out.
In the yard outside where their cars were parked several large trucks were coming in to stop. As they did a horde of men climbed from their back and began unloading large crates. That in itself was unusual, but what caught their attentions and their breathes was the very large creature that seemed to glide from the back of the nearer truck and drop to the snowy ground. It turned slightly, then looked their direction. Its large red eyes pulsed with an intelligence and anger that was almost physical.
"Dear God!" Tesla exclaimed. "We're being invaded."
"Don't worry, Tes." His favorite nickname for his friend. "The Guards will hold them back."
"It's not the men I'm worried about." Edison exclaimed.
Several of the men from the trucks walked towards the Front Entrance, their steps wooden and mechanical appearing.
"They walk like zombies." Madame Curie noted.
Guards rushed out to meet them.
The men from the trucks kept on waking.
The Guards went for their weapons, then the escaped Mummy Creature came into view. They froze in their tracks.
"God help us!" Tesla muttered, crossing himself as a tangible beam of energies shot from something in the Mummy Creature's right tentacle and struck the two Guards blocking the way. Both Guards cried out in great pain, their bodies turning a brilliant red color, then every cell in their bodies exploded and there was nothing left where they had stood, except their boots.
"He'd better." Madame Curie added. "Or this is surely the end of life as we know it."
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