Endworlds - Nicholas Read [72]
Was this the spiritual plane he had heard about from Kabbalists and rabbis since he was a boy? Was this the evidence that photons comprised each person’s form on levels both physical and ethereal?
It was while he was considering this that the reason for the video being unaired and locked in a metal canister for thirty years became apparent.
Behind the man shown seated in the chair, another pulse of color appeared. It floated like a will-o’-the-wisp, orange and yellow, edging through the rear wall of that room. As it came forward, it took on shape. A shape unmistakably human in form, striding forwards through a gurney and desk, unimpeded by the physical objects.
The being walked out past camera frame, whereupon the image shook briefly with an almost imperceptible flash of light, and the man in the seat looked up with wide-eyed concern, mouthing silent words on the audio-less film as he quickly began disconnecting the cables taped to his face, chest and arms.
The Kirlian outline was then seen walking toward him, the man oblivious to its proximity and still wrestling with the wires. Standing behind the man, two shimmering arms reached inside the subject, plunging deep into his torso. The man froze, the look on his face changing, hands rising instinctively to his chest.
It was then Ari Kriegmacher witnessed the most alarming thing he had seen in thirty years of soldiering. The Kirlian being tore the seated man’s own aura out of his body!
Limbs kicked and thrashed for a moment, the physical leg being the first to fall still while the shimmering leg continued to kick as it was pulled backwards through the hip socket, then the arms stopped waving and the head slumped forward. The blue-red avatar was firmly in the grasp of its orange-hued assailant, and as it was pulled completely free from the now still body, a new shape appeared in the hand of the attacker.
Kriegmacher had played this section of tape many times in slo-mo. He couldn’t be certain due to the speed of what came next, but it appeared to be that the form of a dagger was plunged into the aural form of the abductee, and instantly his blue-red image broke apart like fireworks of white light. The orange Kirlian being then sheathed its weapon and walked behind the camera, out of range.
Moments passed as the seconds-hand of the wall clock clicked silently past a whole minute, the lifeless body un-moving in the foreground. Then a white coat sleeve appeared to the left, and slowly the scientist who had been conducting the session appeared. He walked stiffly past the dead body, not pausing to check the subject, indifferent to its fate. Then it reached the door, flicked off the fluorescent lamp, and walked through the wedge of light into the corridor beyond, the room turning black as the door closed behind him.
Though the footage was thirty years old, Kriegmacher knew what was true then would still be true now: beings existed on a another plane, they were capable of hostility, but a weapon existed for erasing them from that plane, in effect annihilating the very spirit, if that indeed was what he had seen on film.
If they found the parallel Earth occupied and if peaceful efforts to cooperate could not be brokered, he had to acquire this technology he had witnessed. It occurred to the General that with a massive particle accelerator at his disposal, the technique of Kirlian imaging might be modernized, with photonic magnetization employed as a safety protocol.
He would never forget the day they finally succeeded in isolating one of these creatures. The science geeks had not only isolated it so it couldn’t move, but had managed to manipulate the boson field that governed the being’s own photonic DNA such that a marker was embedded to allow tracking. They had released it and followed its trail, making careful note of where it spent any length of time.
Shifting their observation panes