Veranda Incognita, Home of the Waverlys

[Malaclypse 666]

The [~V~]Mals small but well-armed shuttle dropped slowly towards the Verandas private landing pad.

Malaclypse had been away for two busy weeks. As he looked down through the front view screen, he was amazed at the riotous growth which was evident on the new Uli Rouge Plantation. Reggie had reported that the tremendous energies near the Obelisks had subsided greatly; but that a residual field from the deLuna vortex was having an amazing effect on the crop growth in the surrounding fields.

As the shuttle grew closer, it was evident that Reggie had been correct. The quadrant planted in coffee was rampant with the white flowers which preceded and nurtured the cacao beans. The stalks of the Kallisti Gold plants were visibly straining upwards towards the double suns of Omega 49. The tobacco and mint quadrants almost glowed with a vibrant emerald color.

As the shuttle touched down, Malaclypse sprang from the exit hatch before the ramp had even touched the ground, and strode briskly towards the main house of the Veranda. He was glad to be home. As he entered the central courtyard, he inhaled deeply of the pungent odors from the surrounding fields; and was pleased to see the activity of countless farm bots as they scurried about on their daily tasks.

He bounded onto the porch of the Veranda just as Reggie came out the main door, bearing two large mugs of steaming coffee. A cheroot protruded jauntily from the corner of his mouth.

Well Ill be buggered if you dont look chipper this morning! said Reggie, as the two sat at a large shaded table. Mal took the coffee mug, and selected a cheroot from the case Reggie offered him.

I feel incredible, old friend! said Mal, as he took a data pad from his own pocket and placed it on the table for Reggie to peruse. Look at these energy figures!

Reggie smiled at Mal as he picked up the data pad and looked at the streaming information. That good, eh?

Mal laughed with delight. The figures are only the tip of the iceberg, Reg. I spent four days hovering at the exact center of our new acquisition; and I cannot begin to tell you what a wondrous experience it was. We must build a Temple there!

And look at the medical data! he continued. My hereditary disposition for melanoma has completely disappeared. That worrisome lack of pulmonary capacity has righted itself. My Goddess, my vision has even improved! Reggie, the effect of those crystals is not only spiritual, but physical as well! The bloody place is the Gods own health Spa! I venture to say that a few days there, and youll never be worried about creaking bones and age spots again, partner.

So its true, then, mused Reggie. The Vortex here on Canaria merely served to amplify the effects of the Obelisk crystals. They contain their own energies independently of the Vortex. This is amazing!

You have not reached the most incredible part, my friend! Reggie said excitedly. Look at the DNA scans.

Reggie punched buttons, and his jaw dropped as he viewed the results. Mal, this data seems to indicate that you are now the proud owner of two new, developed, completely viable DNA strands. I am in the presence of a new species of human. Bless my Pineal!

Mals face became serious. Yes, Reggie, Homo Neophobus has arrived. My concern now is whether the Inquisition will be as excited about our discovery as we are..

I really dont care if they are amused or not, Mal. This is the true birthright of the human species. Those ancients who claimed that Earth was seeded by visitors from Sirius; and who claimed that our destiny was to return here, have been proven to be truthful and correct. This was prophesied since the days of the Egyptians and the Incas. We must give this to the species. Eris wills it.

"Now slow down, old friend." cautioned Mal. "Let's give my little "squishies" a chance to do a bit more atmosperic "poopin'" on oul little moonlet, both inside and out. What good's a Temple to the Goddess, or any colonization of Baffin, if we have to do it in bloody space suits! Eris may will the evolution of her little primate band, but you know as well as I that She can be a bloody pain in the arse when She gets a burr under Her saddle."

"Very well, Mal. Discretion and patience for now. I'll ask for a convening of the TAZ Council. Our usual endless discussions should temper my enthusiasm; but Baffin is looking better and better, as is our future."

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