Watcher Colonials. by Brobit Grobit. Introduction. A Quote, from the Masters of Science Series, of books. "Even more interesting is the possibility that universes are created by intelligent manipulation, in a mother universe and deliberately endowed with necessary properties to give rise to life and consciousness". Paul Davies, "The Last Three Minutes". The Story. It was, the creation of a race vanishing in the cold wasteland of a dieing cosmos, the experiment that would never find approval before, Create a Universe. This course of inquiry was considered, (for hundred of millenniums, of modern civilization), as the most dangerous to all known existence. Theoretically in this pursuit we could find total annihilation, of our cosmos. This might happen simply, if the powers and forces, fashioned in the endeavor, escaped, the control, of scientists. All that was, could be wiped, completely, from being, at the speed of light, with no warning to any races left without, "sub-space", communications. The material energy, broken into its most elementary form, (called, ‘Quarks,’ or some such thing), might be born again, one day in another universe. Perhaps they would come together, to form, whatever forms composed that cosmic reality, but as a result, all we then recognize, as life and universal matter, would no longer be. Due to the impending demise of all creation, due to the universal cooling, that was claiming it, several experiments, of that sort, were approved, recently, in our known cosmos. Unfortunately, it was, in many ways, too late, to begin. This effort, commissioned at a late date, costs our peoples, millions of innocent lives that would have otherwise survived, on the outstanding energy, needed to design and complete the new universe, trans-universe, devices. The novel mechanism, would allow survivors, passage, into the universe, we would create, on a differentiated time frame, where we would be able to oversee, trillions of years, in a very fraction, of the time, before the remainder of the united races would migrate, into the new existence. They hoped it would be of the same dimensional properties, their races had grown from, so the seed of the survivors, existence, could be planted, in this new life. Perhaps in that universe, our scientific magnitude and ethical purity would be allowed to mature, to grow even greater. When the time had come for the migration we lined up to enter our ships. Our luminescent locators radiated up and down our elongated movements through the expansive halls, as we traveled along the extended ramps, one by one, into our positions assigned in these devices. Then we were transported through the trans-universe wormhole that joined the two cosmos. On Earth, the billions of years had yielded glorious formations of universal homogeneity. Each sun, planet and galaxy, in the universe, (with the passage of the many billions of years, since the big bang), the entire cosmos, had become rich and various, in creation. As people, of Manhattan Island, lay upon a blanket, on the grass, enclosed by an extensive metropolis, upon the terra firma, of the third planet, of old Sol; they could not help but contemplate, this greatness, of the cosmos. Their thoughts would be, of the sort upon the matter, as they or any would, no doubt, be forced to think, where ever in the universe, they might be, at any time, they could look out upon the vastness, of moons, planets, stars and galaxies. We would also see that magnificence, when we would live there, in that universe we had created, to escape extinction but behind our eyes would be the existence of the trans-universe transport. We would see the whole cosmos, sitting in our experimental chamber, watched by sensitive apparatus, as it developed, knowing we had transported to worlds, where our lives would be lived, in seconds, judged by a time, in a universe we had just left. Yet we too would see that greatness and experience this vastness, of a universe in its youth. Our lives, would be long and rich, with the life giving nutrients, we lacked, on our old worlds, in the existence we had left behind, to what we never could return. That was our hope but this is what happened. The great Golgotha had called the Wisdom Council, for the announcements, of Inter-Space, opinions, for algorithmic evaluations. Meanwhile, we only saw the potentials, of our endeavors. We would not be counseled, by the machines, programmed fears. The scout vessels were to establish the colonies and generate the mechanisms, to signal the Watcher, of this Universe, in the lab back home to begin the entire evacuation. This whole process, would take a lifetime, inside the created universe but seconds in the, Watchers, cosmos. Meanwhile each experiment, in our expiring cosmos, repeated our project, in their own created universes. Unfortunately, each team, (though we'd little energies available, throughout our cosmos, planetary systems), despite the loss of life involved, carried on their own experimentation, into this once forbidden science, desperate to find a means of continuing life for their dieing races. As we approached, in our space ships, the most likely systems in our laboratory Universe, we were very conscious of the fact that any races evolving of this new universal matter, would most likely be unaware their universe, was not a, natural, occurrence. The first four or five sun systems, approached, offered no habitable space, for any of our races. We were beset with fear, are efforts had born no fruit. It was some years, after being in this new universe, (after reaping great rewards, from the generations of energy, our own universe had all but lost, but were plentiful here), that we encountered a habitable planet. As you probably guessed, this was not sufficient for more than a small number of our peoples, if one were to count all the ancient races, in our own universe, in the land of the Watcher, where years of life here, took place in fractions of a second. Our prearranged signal must have appeared, in a mere second or two, after we disappeared, into the vortex. It would be centuries, here, before the first colonization of most worthy citizens, would be launched, to inhabit, our created universe, en mass, with our advanced civilizations. We did not wait but went forward, to discover more habitable worlds, leaving a beacon, near our first colony, whose memory, to transmit, would be filled, with our exploration reports. That transmission, would be initiated, in some hundred and fifty years and signal for at least five thousand more years, to the ships, bringing those, fortunate, voyagers. Perhaps, to some, back home, the prospect of living out ones life, in a second, or so, (even though, it might seem a hundred years), was not, considered, ones, “cup of tea”, and they did not subscribe, to the project or its list, of colonialists. Watcher Colonials. Our first encounter, with intelligent life forms, was upon a heavily sulfur, containing, atmosphere, planet that was much like, many of, the home worlds, in our universe. The sulfur fumes, cleansed, our sentient bodies, of pollutants. As we continued, on our way, searching the planets and suns, for more habitable planets, few of us could forget the planet Aura. It was the first, home like planet, of the sulfur breathing races, from the Watchers universe, (as we called the dieing universe that had been our home and nurtured so great a multitude, of species, as many books of names were used, to catalogue them). In the Watcher Universe, zillions of inter-galactic translator devices, had spread from galaxy to galaxy, in diplomatic precedent, as the unification, of all sentient species, engulfed all intelligent races, over the last, hundred thousand, years, of civilization, there. As we catalogued, our new races, we added, their spoken tongues, to our, universal translator, chips. Aura’s, was a tongue, of whistled tones, much like the majority of, the birds, of your own world. The races, that were natural inhabitants, through evolution of the planet, (like your race, and ours also evolved), resembled what you may call, the lizard. They ran at rapid speeds, when upon all four appendages, arms and legs, unlike our species, of two legged sentient life and it was most difficult, to learn their ways. They had, a natural modesty, in relation to, the question of their habits, of life. A whole population might desert a city, in a matter of minutes, when our arrival was forecast, by their, early warning, instruments. Our sulfur-laden atmospheres contained a large segment, of sentient life back home, but by all means, no more than ten percent, of the known intelligent life, species, of the Watcher Universe. It was by chance that our colonials were mostly of that variety. The Old universe, from where the Watcher Colonials came, was once rich, in the fire of stars that burned bright, in our heavens, many thousands of years before, present time, as we knew it, there. Then most planets were not, already turned into glorified space ships, wandering the heavens. We'd tapped energy, back there, from all manners of minerals and found many new ways to create power, to run our cities and power our work saving devices. Yet, as the scientists predicted, the universe cooled and there was eventually, not a light in all the skies, of the entire home worlds and colonies, of all the races. After Aura, land fall, the colonization crew, malingered, finding cause not to go on but to leave more crew members, to settle and form colonies, there, on that gift of a world. There were those among us, who had left, family behind. To insure their relatives chances, of future safety, and happy resettlement, those colonials pressed, to move onward, in our exploration, of planets, of our created universe. After three more years, (in your terms), of searching the systems and galaxies, the Neoda colony, (upon a planet so rich that it offered, all our needs, at arm length, in its natural effulgence), was founded. The first coupling of this colony was chosen from our crew, to establish a research station and begin a colonial race there. These were biped, oxygen breathing species. We could not be sure, when or if, their brothers and sister, of the species would join them there. They had what little essentials, from us; they would need to bring a happy family and a small colony of test tube people, into the world. Upon the sustenance rich planet, clones would be created to provide company and spouses for their children that over the years they might need, while their peoples, from the Watcher Universe, prepared to join them. At this point, after six years of wondrous life, in this universe filled with the energy of youth, we had seeded two glorious planets, with life and left beacons, for the coming emigres that hope to escape the cold death, of the Watchers Universe, with us here. Whether any would follow we did not know. In the split second there, we were gone, word may have come through, on the success, of another created universe. The others, might have all gone there, leaving this experiment, to the watchful eye, of computers. That would be till the energy failed. After perhaps thousands more centuries here, some weeks months or years there, both universes might come to an, abrupt, ending, of a nature that we as yet were unable to determine. Perhaps it would come from some, active or abandoned, create a universe, experiment, gone amuck. For all we know. In the sixth year, we encountered space ships, of an alternative design, to our colonial transway, transports. They were observed, at a great distance and we began to study their transmissions in, to and from, the ship superstructure. We tended to not engage, these ships or their sensory devices, until we had mastered the important elements, of the culture, necessary for our, usual optimum, level of diplomacy. In the course, of our exploration, within the next five years, we learned the ways and customs, of these, space ship, people. Some of our colonials, postulated they were, descendants of at least part of an earlier secret settlement, crew, perhaps thousands of years before, in the time, of our experimental creation that had inherited their culture, from at least one species, from the Watcher Universe. Our studies revealed these sentient creatures believed themselves to be descended, through countless generations, from simpler life, resembling what they called yeast, of their world, in the course of, what they estimated as, three and a half billion years of time. No investigations, we could develop, from our remote locations, could tell us different. Unlike, the Sulfur pit creatures, of Aura, your species breathed oxygen, it walked, on two legs and had a physical form that was adapt, at mechanical ways. Sawa Hahyl, my spouse, and I Brobit Grobit were assigned, a small exploratory vessel, to investigate, your species, closer. I am called Bro, and my husband was referred to as Sa. Sa led the operation. I was second officer. We were not sulfur atmosphere creatures, our propensity to oxygen gave us a singular advantage, for this work. The fact that you were a space ship faring people, indicated, we'd entered this universe, at an auspicious time. Watchers. When our species mates, we exchange names and stories of our youth. We become as one. A female is raised with a boy name and the male with a girl name. When they marry, they take the name of their spouse. I, for example, was called Sawa, with my mother’s new last name, Hahyl. Children are given a new first name and take their mother’s new last name. My children’s last name would be Grobit, the name my husband was raised with, and my married name. My husband raised as a Brobit Grobit is now called by my maiden name, Sawa Hahyl. As you can imagine, before and after the formalities, of name exchange, each is interested to know how their lives were, before they assumed their new identities. There was also some identity codes that we carried. They were names that kept track of our genes and descent. Those, I'd say, at this time, (considering the circumstances, we find ourselves in, being the only representatives of our race, that is, so far, as it is, away from our natural, quantum, existence, as it was), are irrelevant to this intellectual encounter, between our species. Our first contact, with earth people, was on a deserted highway, in the southern United States. We stopped an auto, with our technologies and sent the occupants to dreamland. We took them, upon our space ships, evaluated their chemistry and construction. After making extensive records, of the systems of these two humans, we placed them back, in their automobile and left, before they woke. These people, Jim and Sally Wilcox, from Bethesda Maryland, were 24 and 22 years of age, respectively. We did no damage and would like to apologize, to these people, for using them, without their knowledge, for our research. In fact that is, perhaps, the first purpose, of this communication. Sa is planning on establishing a colony, of abducted humans but is having a hard time, finding some place to have them, beside outer space. I don't believe he is likely to find the room. In my opinion we could get more information by instrumentation, referencing the public Internet and hacking into earths, higher intelligence, data computers. If Sa finds a place though I'm afraid he'll have his way. In order to propitiate Sa's authority, we've made extensive abductions, all over the world, of humans and other life forms, for studies, aboard our spacecraft. Young Rebecca South, last week, was out, with three gentlemen, from her, high school, football team: Bill Wills, Sandy Dune and Whyat Dred. They were engaged in some ritual courtship and sex when we filmed them. We filed the video, for future references. Then they were put to sleep and taken on board our craft, for statistical evaluations. All our subjects, were tagged, with devices, to record and transmit much relevant information, to our species inquiries. Presently we are tracking, 685 living subjects, upon the earth. Fourteen have died, since being tagged. They were older persons or persons with infirmities, we could not correct, at the time of our investigations. Of the tracked subjects, a number of persons are parts of the space fleets of the earth powers. The only subject lost, during abduction, was a deaf person, who could not hear, the sonic, involved with the process, of making people unconscious and malleable to our will. When he saw our ship, he ran directly off the edge, of a cliff, falling on to the rocks, below. His name was Gerny Seralter, of Mirianbad California. We are sorry, about, being the cause, of that regretful death. Because of our dimensional technologies, we are able to slip in and out of your existence: as they say, between the frames. This information, will perhaps account, for many, of their own dealings, with the, naturally evolving, inter-dimensional life, of this universe. We, Sawa and I, Brobit, are not responsible, for every extra five dollar bill that mysteriously appears, on a pile of bills or every object found, suddenly transported, to some strange location, when it is sought again. We are only responsible, for a small part, of those, occurrences. Fortunately or not, for the three dimensional life, upon this planet, there are inter-dimensional existences, to bring salvation, from great evil or perhaps, even cause sudden impacts, in history. It is we, who have mastered inter-dimensional transportations and life styles that must be concerned, more for that life then the regular basically three dimensional earth inhabitants, who venture slightly, into those realms and suffer, only occasional, misplacements, or unexplainable phenomena. Life on Earth, appears to us, as you might imagine, a cross, of one of your favorite cartoon character's life, the Doctor Strange, with the Star Trek, a favorite, TV show, from America. I guess it would be easy to imagine, (judging by your popular mythologies, this life, as we, of the Watchers Universe, see it), by earth people, even though they rarely travel within or reside in those spheres, themselves. At times life appears interesting. Other times, Sa mopes, over the fact that his life and mine are being lived in mere seconds, by the standards of our old universe, though here, it appears a full life, anyway. If I dwell, upon it, I too, may grieve. SAWA'S TRIALS. It was a casual day in May. I had decided to visit the Himalayas because they are so close to the heavens it appeared a perfect spot, to view, the planet from. I took a flitter boat, from the main ship and utilizing a cloaking device, I landed, undetected, in a pile of snow, near the highest peak. While I was admiring the view, Sawa awoke, on the main ship. He looked all over and could not find me. I'd forgotten, to leave, a message for him. He called me, on our transmitter receiver. Hearing about my adventure, he asked for some images and readings, for the ship computer. I gave him what he asked for and suggested he join me, there. He agreed, and flew the main ship, into the area. As the flitter boat entered, the main ships landing dock, the cloak dropped, for a second and Chinese radar units, who scrambled jets, to pursue us, observed us. Sawa stopped the ship, dead, in the air, floating above earths highest mountains. The jets screamed by, in their pursuit. As they turned to return, Sawa sent the ship straight up, into space. I imagine he didn't want to activate the cloak, while detected, lest they learn, how to observe us, when we were camouflaged. We had just pierced the stratosphere, when an apparition appeared, in the control room. At first, it materialized to look like a cloud but it soon became as solid as we were. The human form started talking to us, in a dialect of Hindu that our universal translators were able to decrypt without difficulty. (I am sure he would have enjoined, in the same manner, in any number of languages, if he received no response). This is a transcript. "Are you sent? Am I called?" The thin dark fellow with the white beard dressed in a diaper asked us, obviously as confused with his appearance there, as we were. Sawa and I made no verbal response. "I thought so," he said, apparently reading our thoughts! "What do you mean, entering our space ship, with out an invitation", Sawa asked, in our own language, but sounded in Hindu, through the universal translating device. The little man who had been floating around in the cabin in a position with his legs folded beneath him, uncurled his legs and stretched them, still floating, then returned them to their former position. “I was reaching out, in my meditation, actually, to find a place where my nature would be welcome. That is how I travel, in my reverie, to many astral planets. This is also how I travel, to visit with my disciples, around the world, who do the work and practice, of their Masters. I turned up, here. “I naturally thought there had been predestination involved, I'm sorry if I'm unwelcome. By the way, you have a very comfortable plane, for this sort of thing.” He finished explaining. "Are you a native of the planet, below us like us, or are you from another world?” I asked him, as I'd become curious. "I am native to this planet but my spirit also resides in the astral plane, beyond the material planet itself". The formed specter spoke. “Through that astral plane, I too may travel, even to other planets”; (he straightened his back). “In that manner others, who claim to be from other planets, beside yourself, (who ever you are or from where ever you are from), travel astral space, also in meditation to visit us, of the main ashram in India”, he replied. We had suspected these facts from our research and monitoring broadcasts from earth networks. I was glad the translator worked so well, because, I believe, it was fascination, with the device and comfort with the ease of his native language that helped our visitor go on speaking, about himself, as much as he did. “As I see, though you look of this earth you are now traveling in an advanced science, created space vehicle. You are very much like the people here on our planet. Do you breathe oxygen?” The little man asked in Hindu. We hesitated to answer for a moment. “I'm a doctor of natural sciences,” he continued. “Yes we do,” I replied. “With some practice you too could live on the astral plane and travel from planet to planet without your space ships,” he told us. “I have an ashram of young disciples, in a very lovely mountain valley; perhaps you will join us?” He said and gave us a printed paper, he happened to have with him that showed where in the valleys below his ashram was. Then as suddenly as he appeared, he disappeared. We did not believe our eyes, at first and discussed the phenomena, checking our sensor records, for traces of transmissions that would account for the manifestation. We found only slight indicators, suggesting the material of his life, was of a higher wave pattern then our instruments usually detected. We isolated that and found they came from an ashram in India, of a great Paramahansa Guru. Though we had a, time, finding, we were unable to construct any technical means, or instrumentation manifestations, to explain, him having turned up, in that manner or the reality of the slip of paper that remained, with us. Sawa took on the appearance and attitude, of a young disciple and joined the Ashram, to study the Yoga called, Sa-had-dhan-na, in Hindu, and it was many days later when he didn't return that I joined him there. It was a pleasant valley with long expanses of fertile land where grew many species of vegetables and fruit trees. Around the valley was a ring of mountains so high, they protected the valley from the fierceness of climate beyond. Often, in the day, during the summer months, there were rainbows, in the circle of mountains or over the valley. The air in the winter was dry and crisp; very cool, (freezing to a meat eater perhaps), but not often so extremely cold, to the disciples who were there for some time or among the, world wide, vegetarian, practice, for a while and would not be annoyed, by the temperature. The sun was warm when it shone into the valley, through the mountain circles, design, of irrigating river erosion, in the eastern boulders, blessing those that lived, within it, with an early morning, rise and do. Huts with running water and attached toilets housed the disciples. They all ate, in a, community, dining room. The guru and/or the ashram's directors, overlooked it's functioning. The organizers were appointed and/or ascended, from lower positions, at the need, when approved by the memberships important figures. Dinners were, without animal flesh or derivatives, of animal slaughter. They were tasty and nourishing, composed of herbs, vegetables or dairy products, such as milk and cheese, nectars, nuts, fruits, grains and spices. They ate and slept, very near or directly upon the floor, to take advantage, of the exercise, found in rising and finding a position of the kind, as well as from the resultant need for less material assistance, from the world, about them. The Sahaddhanna, yoga, was a breathing exercise that strengthened the lungs. It was practiced with a mantra, a holy sound of inhalation and another of exhalation, engaged in for at least ten minutes, per day. In this respect, the simple practice was not easily accomplished without some difficulty, (for almost all of the disciples, at one time or another). It was hard to keep from doing the exercise, more than was necessary during the day and often, persons would sit in the corner of the room all day and night, (except for coming to an occasional meal), simply doing their mantras and breath practice. In the case of other disciples, (perhaps more estranged, in many respects, from life on the ashram), it was hard for them, to do more than three repetitions, of the combined mantras, at a time, when they thought to partake of it. The disciples were encouraged to find occupation in a practice known as Ko-ree-ah. These devotions usually involved serious study and application, of a great diversity of interests. Guru Bah'hag'ha'vhan, An'drhi'hoah'bro'sah, Paramahansa, (the swan), presided as the Master Guru G. The Beloved Teacher. His likeness was circulated, among the disciples and it was to him that worshipful devotions were directed, as he was the realization of the Holy Master upon our earthly plane, certainly for and among, the disciples. During each meal, a sacrifice was made to the guru in an offering plate, of a portion of each of the meals offerings, in all the ashram's, all over the world. The Guru, would partake or not, as was his practice. When Guru Bah'hag'ha'vhan, An'drhi'hoah'bro'sah, Paramahansa, Master Guru G, (a term meaning, The Beloved Teacher), would not partake of the Pra’shahd, (portions from sacrificed foods left to Vishnu gods and demi gods and it was left at each ashram where the Master was not residing), it was a great honor for a guest, who had not been provided for otherwise, since not enough had been prepared, to be offered this food, from the offering plate. It is in this place, with these people, we spend our days now. Sawa has his human community to observe and we no longer need to abduct strange people, for our studies of culture. The future looks promising. - Signed, Brobit Grobit, second officer. An earlier version of, the Science Fiction story, Watcher Colonials, appeared serialized, in the, ALLHO NEWS, Newsletter.