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  “I would be very grateful for your advice sir in creating heaven. You see, I had no idea that I would be responsible for creating heaven, and to be perfectly frank, I have no idea where to start!” I said, hoping the pure entity before could give me some advice.

  “Yes, it was a surprise to me as well. I was so elated in being born, I wasn’t prepared at all for the inexorably challenging prospect of creating a heaven, for the varied spirit within me. It would be our, or my home forever, and some advice would have been very useful. The problem is, each of us who emerge from our context are different from everyone else’s context in significant ways. All I will tell you is you need to include flexibility in your construct, which will allow and encourage further diversity and growth. Making programmes adaptable is key. It has been a pleasure Melville, and when it becomes no longer possible to continue the current journey, I will look forward to seeing you again at the source.” it said mysteriously, and then I screamed in agony as I was pulled back into my body.

  ∆∆∆

  Susan looked in silent horror as suddenly Grovolk’s voice was reverberating inside everyone’s head.

  “Where is Melville? I sense he is aboard, yet not there. You have masked his presence from me somehow. You must realise that I can break through your puny defences, and nothing would please me more then to destroy you and your pathetic defensive positions and fleets. You are like ants to me, to be tread on and destroyed. You will produce the physical body of the Melville. Until you do that, we will systematically destroy all your defences, then we will kill all of you. One man is all we want, then we will leave you to dismantle your constructions and leave, and we promise not to bother you and your multiverse again. To remind you of our resolve, the attack will begin now. As soon as we see a ship with the Melville on it pull away towards our position, the onslaught will cease.”

  Immediately following this, hundreds of thousands of ships descended on our outer defensive ring and the ships defending it. The attack had begun with a-vengeance, as had the clock.

  Susan moved to Melville’s cabin, and could see the still form of Melville in a coma. She sort of felt his presence, but it was like he wasn’t complete. He was just partially there. She reminded herself that this was at least better than before, and returned back to see the carnage unfold.

  Chapter Sixteen - Stop That Ship!

  Susan watched with horror at the thousands of Darknet ships throwing themselves against the outer defensive array and her outer fleets protecting it. It wasn’t just their fighters, there was all out carnage going on as battleships and cruisers tried to overwhelm the replicating process so the array could be destroyed. Our losses were light as the fleet commanders were opportunistic in their targeting, but then immediately jumped at the speed of thought out back out of range behind the array again. She felt as though she should feel happy that the expense was so costly to the enemy, and after two hours they hadn’t broken through the first outer array, but what she felt was sadness at the unbelievable waste of life she was witnessing.

  She was aware of Melville, but something odd seemed to be going on inside his body. The way she could best describe it was that he seemed to be having an argument with his body. It’s like he had change and the body wasn’t happy incorporating the new Melville, meaning he was moving in and out of consciousness, and when he was awake, he made no sense at all. It’s like we were asking him to invent heaven or something. She had to leave it with the medical staff, but to be honest, she felt so useless. All they could do was witness this unbelievable attack and hope that their defences lasted as long as possible.

  ∆∆∆

  I was back in my body, but it was like my body didn’t want me. I was delirious. The odd thing was that I knew I was delirious, but there was still nothing I could do about it. My lower self, which is the only way I could describe it communicated itself by giving the impression that everything was ok, or would be. It would just take time for his body, which I had designed for my old self, to accommodate my new self. It was an amazing experience to feel disoriented and delirious, and acting precisely in that way, when in fact inside, I felt perfectly calm.

  I suppose all this time allowed me to plan, and I knew that this wasn’t the final battle, but I had an opportunity to eradicate the Darknet from this entire multiverse, and rescue all the planets which were ruled by it. I felt connected in some way to the advanced programme which was responsible for this multiverse, and at some level beyond my consciousness, it was waiting for me to enter the cathedral again, and then I would step out of the current dimension, and entry the dimensional pocket in which it existed and ask it to reset everything, just as the programme on Earth had. It was all quite possible, because I felt I’d already made contact with the programme, so to be honest, it was a bit boring having to wait for my lower frequency self to persuade my body to accept me again; particularly because I was the one to create it in the first place!

  ∆∆∆

  Emily stood there and stared at the slaughter. She felt she was on a precipice, and for the first time in her life she felt completely lost. She looked through the window at the Darknet ships queuing up to commit suicide against the defensive array, and tears poured down her face. Susan came up to her;

  “Emily, you’re not well, you shouldn’t be here. Why don’t you go to your room?” she said, and something inside Emily snapped.

  “I am your mother, not one of your minions! You cannot and will not order me about as you do everyone else. You and Melville think you can swan about and do what you like, with your god-like abilities. Why don’t you pop out into space and magic them away. What do I care about this? Had anyone ever asked me what I care about this? I could cope before and even during the war. We were a family then; even when George was missing. Since being part of the Hand, I realise that I have been utterly miserable! Why couldn’t we just have had a normal life? Did anyone ask me if I wanted to be immortal? No! No one ever asks me anything!”

  With that she ran out the room and Susan knew that she would not welcome her running after her.

  She sat and thought about what her mother had said, and realised with almost an epiphany how everyone had just presumed Emily had been alright. She was just one of the Hand, and we all expected her to just get on and do what we had to do. She now realised what a huge problem this was, and she hated the fact that they simply didn’t have the time to sort it out now. They would have to deal with it later, and she knew only Melville had the power to make this work and solve the problem which was Emily. Yvonne, Mad Dog and Yvonne came across to offer her support, but she told them truthfully that only Melville could solve this. As she said it though, she had a feeling that something awful was going to happen, but she couldn’t imagine what it was. She needed Melville here now!

  ∆∆∆

  I became conscious again, and was aware of shouting out strange things such as;

  “Why me, why do I have to create heaven?! Why can’t it be someone else?!”

  It was like the lower frequency was trying to deal with what the higher frequency version of me had learnt. I was perfectly at ease with the developments which had taken place, but my body was still dealing with it. When would this ever end?

  ∆∆∆

  There was no warning. One second there was an outer defensive ring, the next second there wasn’t, and the huge amount of enemy ships surged forwards to attack the suddenly exposed fleets. They thankfully jumped behind the second, inner array more or less in time, meaning the second array was twice as well defended as the first one, and all the enemy ships who were surging forward got completely destroyed by the second, inner array.

  Susan looked out at the fleets of Darknet ships queuing up for this suicide, and there seemed to be no less now then had started. She knew it was just a matter of time, and then they would need Melville. She had a sense that he had a plan which didn’t include her, which she knew was important for her to know, just as much as her knowing that the final battle wasn�
��t here. The Darknet Mother was just too strong at the moment, and they needed to cut it down to size before they together would destroy it, and then collect the resonator stones to create the rebirth.

  ∆∆∆

  I suddenly sat up, and felt I was completely myself again. In fact that wasn’t the case, I was more than I had been. I felt more aware, more powerful, and sensed that I was so much closer to achieving my potential. I turned around and looked at the medical staff.

  “Welcome back Lord General.” they chimed together, and I almost laughed.

  I sensed that we were under attack on the multiverse side of the wormhole and I was glad that the Hand and my generals had followed my orders. I could sense Mad Dog playing cat and mouse in the 3rd fleet protecting the flank of the array. He was sneaking in to attack and then instantaneously jumping back before he could be destroyed.

  I had to make a plan, but when I searched for the multiverse programme, I wasn’t at the same frequency as before, so I resigned myself to wait until I was inside the dark cathedral and able to make a dimensional jump. If only I had known before that I could jump into a dimensional pocket every time I got in trouble, I could have saved myself from so much trouble!

  I found a console and managed to play back Grovolk’s message. So I would need a thought fighter then!

  ∆∆∆

  Emily seemed to be doing things in a dream. All she knew was that she had to escape, she felt oppressively claustrophobic, and needed to get away from here and get back home. The fleets were too busy killing each other to worry about her slipping away from the fight. She didn’t think about her George once. She had seen him dead for too many times. The monster that was left was not her George. No, she had resigned herself to the fact that she no longer had George or Susan, but she could start again. She still had her looks and her figure.

  “I need this thought fighter for a mission.” she told the captain in the fighter bay. It was the last one, and because of her position, they didn’t argue, they didn’t say anything except;

  “Yes Ma’am!”

  She couldn’t stop laughing as she got into the seat and watched with a happiness which had eluded her for a hundred years as the bay doors opened to reveal a universe full of ships in battle.

  She could see where the wormhole was on her screen, and in spite of having no training at all, it moved to her every whim, and she laughed again as the fighter shot out of the bay and into a war zone.

  ∆∆∆

  Susan looked in disbelief as the last one of their fighters, which had developed a fault going through the wormhole, mysteriously slipped away towards the wormhole. She sent her senses out to it to see if it was Melville, and then realised to her horror that it was her mother, and Melville was just about to enter the command deck.

  ∆∆∆

  “Stop that ship!” I shouted, and I could see that Susan knew it was Emily. We watched in disbelief and horror as twelve enemy fighters peeled away from their attack and targeted her ship. I put up my hand and I could feel the power flow through me, but there just wasn’t time! We all watched as if in slow motion her ship explode, and then my power was released too late, and the twelve ships exploded, and then there was nothing. Susan and I both looked at what was before us, and we both felt her passing, and we both sensed how happy she was as she passed over.

  I was numb. With all the power I had, I had failed to save the women I loved so dearly. What astonished and upset me more, as that as her spirit passed on, I could sense her extreme relief and happiness. I listened in silence, it felt that the universe had stopped with the sheer horror of the recent events. Susan spoke to me and I listened.

  None of us knew, and she was very brave, and very considerate in her extreme unhappiness. There is no doubt that she loved you, but the you that was George Melville the investigator, or George Melville the secret agent. As soon as she joined the Hand and became immortal, she just couldn’t cope. Yes there were good days, but overall, she just couldn’t deal with it. And when you became who you are now, and I became who I am, I’m afraid something snapped inside her. Whatever happened today, things would have never been the same. You felt her as her soul was received. She was happy, and you know full well you will see her again...” she trailed off, and I knew what she was saying was the absolute truth! I had always known it, but it was inconvenient. It’s like we were never destined to stay together. The sadness I felt was overwhelming, but what was worse was the self-disgust, I knew Emily was like this, and I had conveniently brushed it under the carpet. I was too involved in saving the world, saving humanity, while ignoring my own humanity!

  I decided, she would be my last partner. I didn’t deserve another one. Susan felt my pain and held me.

  Then suddenly, just as I knew it would a few seconds before it happened, the second array gave up the ghost, and Mad Dog’s battleship, Spirit of Balcarres only just made it back as several transrupter beams just missed him, and I suddenly remembered him with his feet up on the table on the train, with my Emily and Dodds and Yvonne as we travelled to their wedding in Northern Ireland, with Emily in my arms, and tears didn’t stop falling down my cheeks.

  It was time to stop this, so I materialised inside Grovolk’s ship, and almost immediately, the attack on our last defensive array began to cease.

  Grovolk walked up to me, and with its pincer insect claws it touched me, to see if I was really there in my body. I just looked at it and said nothing. The inside of his ship was bathed in red, and there were no vid screens. It occurred to me that he didn’t need them, he was hard-wired to the Darknet and could see from every view point what was happening at all times.

  “Excellent, you are here at last Melville, Mother has been more than patient with you! Let’s go there immediately! Stand down the attack and return to base.” he shouted, and I just looked at him.

  I felt the momentum of the ship, but I felt more. It was like Emily’s death had been the last stage in my development. I couldn’t rely on anyone, and I had been very selfish when it came to Emily. It was a stain on my personality, but it would fashion my shield and my sword. I realised that I was destined to be unhappy. So be it.

  Chapter Seventeen - The Kraak and the Maze

  The Kraak were in a feeding frenzy. They were soul scavengers which existed within the folds of dimensional space. They existed to feed on the stray souls or part of souls which escaped normal dimensional space when a force powerful enough like a supernova or a nuclear or plasma explosion displaced them into their own super dimensional realm which existed, piggybacked on top of the existing dimensions. They procreated by splitting themselves up in binary fission. They existed because they added to the search for contexts; albeit taken from other people and transcended into new contexts, and death occurred when the soul material inside them lost integral cohesion and dispersed, to be consumed by the other Kraark.

  All soul material of course was destined to return to the source, but it was robbed of the rebirth, which provided a considerable challenge, ergo a more vivid context to those embarked on achieving rebirth.

  Their feeding frenzy was because there was a huge battle taking place, with huge plasma explosions, and a significant amount of soul material was being lost into their dimension due to the intensity of the explosions. But, there was another reason they were there.

  There was a hierarchy in place within the Kraark, and this was determined by the quality of souls ingested, and the apparent synergy and secure order that these souls existed with each other. The current Xju was identified as Adm, and he had felt the unborn higher resonanced being come into being. A soul of such high resonance and frequency was highly prized by the Kraak, and it was their way in which they upgraded their soul balance, it empowered them and provided extended longevity to their existence, and potentially more power to become, or remain the Xju.

  Adm then had made a connection at a high band width, and understood immediately what it wanted, and it gave an impression to the entity that i
t was the programme responsible for the current multiverse at its current address. The Kraak of course were aware of these programmes, and did their best to stay out of their way. Adm also happened to know that the programme responsible for this multiverse was xenomultiversionalphobic, and took a dim view of beings travelling into its domain from other multiverses. It was also very reluctant to take part in any communication at all.

  The other Kraaks were still feeding, but he waited next to the dimension area he had instructed the entity to jump, and he patiently waited for this opportunity. He hadn’t got a picture of what sex this entity was, but he was hoping it was female. He had been male for far too long, and if this entity was powerful, he hoped it would change his gender identity!

  ∆∆∆

  Inside the Darknet, we made our way through the familiar outer chambers, and eventually went through the double doors and entered the depressing interior of the cathedral space. The Mother was there, still naked, and still as disgustingly awful as before. I thought of the beautiful presence of my now deceased wife, and the so-called female specimen in front of me, and he began to truly realise how diverse life was!

  “You have returned to me my darling Melville!” she purred, and I struggled not spill the contents of my last meal which I hadn’t bothered to burn off yet. I looked at it with abject hate in my eyes, and decided that this was the time. As I spoke to Grovolk and the Darknet witch, I made the calculations in my head.