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Will Aliens Meet With Our Future President?

August 17, 2015

Consider this excerpt of our future President Barbara Unger from Earth’s Ultimate Conflict the first novel in the eight book Gray Guardians Series. President Unger is about to face one of mankind’s worst fears:

The staff ushered Morgan to the Oval Office where President Unger was awaiting him. She stood at the window with her back to him when he entered. As she turned and walked the short distance from the window toward Morgan, he noticed she had lost weight and looked drawn.

“Good morning, Madam President.”

“That’s what you’re here for, Dr. Prins; to tell me if it is a good morning. Are the reports of the destabilization of Earth’s crust and the demise of the human race just scare tactics? Are the scientists trying to frighten the big polluters into submission?” She asked hopefully.

“I’m sorry to say that Earth is not going to survive this round, Madam President.” He felt his inability to prevent what was about to happen was his personal failure. He failed the president, and he failed his country. He was ready to face her, exposing the remorse eating away at his soul. He couldn’t contain the gruesome facts any longer.
Apologetically he went on. “You have made significant progress in your effort to stop the greenhouse effect. Unfortunately, it was too little too late. The atmosphere has been compromised for decades and has altered the weather, the tides, and the normal atmospheric pressures on Earth’s crust. Earth is heading for a catastrophic end, and there is nothing that I know of that we can do fast enough to stop it. I’m sorry, Madam President; I know this isn’t what you needed to hear in light of what is going on out there.”

President Unger stood quietly for a moment while Dr. Prins anticipated her response, which surprised him. “Actually this epidemic has kept the media busy enough to divert their attentions from harping on the environmental changes.” She walked over to the Oval Office window looking out thoughtfully. “I guess my job from here will be to prevent chaos until the end. How long do you think we have?” Her calm exterior kept secret the cold grip Dr. Prins’ words had on her soul.

“From the latest reports, it is imminent, a few weeks or months at the most, judging from the seismic activity.” Morgan’s voice trembled slightly. He was awestruck by her ability to handle such devastating news as if she was prepared for his disclosure.

The president took her seat and motioned for Morgan to do the same. He couldn’t imagine what else they could talk about, but she obviously thought otherwise. The door opened, and the coffee he had ordered earlier was brought in, along with a tray of fruit. They sat silently for a moment sipping their coffee. She stared past her coffee cup still lingering close to her lips and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.

“Dr. Prins, it’s hard for me to grasp what I’m about to tell you, so please bear with me.” She took another sip of coffee, wishing it were something stronger. Setting the cup on her desk, she sat back in her chair and drew in a deep breath. “I have a very unusual meeting to attend in a few hours, and I need you with me. The Secretary of Defense is on his way to the Italian conference, so I have asked General Holston to accompany us.”

This was the last thing Morgan wanted to do. He had spent months going back and forth to Europe with other scientists, only to finally decide that this was it. Morgan certainly did not want to attend yet another doomsday meeting. “Madam President, I don’t think that—”

“Your presence is essential.” President Unger insisted. Then in a decidedly apprehensive tone added, “We are meeting at Area 51.”

The room fell unnaturally silent. Morgan eyed President Unger. “Why Area 51? Is this meeting about the UFO sightings?”

“No, Dr. Prins. This meeting is with the aliens.” She took another deep breath and with renewed strength in her voice she continued. “We have been contacted by aliens. They admit to having something to do with the epidemic and want to meet with us regarding Earth’s changes. We can only hope they are here to help save it. That’s why I need you. If they have some way to save the Earth, I need your guidance. You are my science advisor. I need you now more than ever.”

Morgan set his coffee down for fear he couldn’t hold it. He sat back in his seat and let President Unger’s words sink in.

Could the aliens have a way to save Earth? He inhaled deeply; his eyes gazed upward as if seeking divine intervention. Morgan’s voice was weak as he struggled to grasp what was about to happen. “Madam President, when do we leave?”

“Now.”

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An Author’s Choice

August 5, 2015

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