The Entanglement Series
By John Pirillo
Men and women scattered to their stations.
Lights went down and launch lights, green and low lit, sparked to life along the floor strips laid out for them.
Remaining crew dashed to make their stations as the Klaxons went to High Alert.
Peter and Jen glanced quickly at each other as they adjusted their googles to reduce the stream of energetic light about to be released in the main test chamber.
Sensors came to life, dancing meters, and scanners reading out the last few seconds before:
“ENTANGLEMENT!” Peter blasted over the horn, alerting everyone to grab hold of something to steady them.
The three story structure, half of which was underground and embedded in solid rock, began to tremble more and more violently. As it did so, the strip lights dimmed even further, the scanners and sensors went off the charts with their readings and then a very strange phenomenon began to erupt in the empty center of the test chamber.
Peter tensed, one hand guiding the entanglement manifestation, and the other ready to punch an emergency alert to get security at maximum response into the room if necessary. They were always just outside in case. He sweated that word. In case.
The last emergency had cost the lives of ten good men and women, and yet the project went on because it had to. It was a national priority. Ever since…
He shook thoughts of that event from his mind and counted down until the full manifestation erupted.
Which it did. Now!
A flare of light so intense that even the heavily shielded googles of the staff could barely restrain its intensity. Peter didn’t want to look away, a second could make the difference between life and death, but he had to. It was just too intense!
The room grew suddenly absolutely dark.
Peter responded immediately. “Doctor?”
Jen responded. “Solid.”
“Techs One and Two.”
“Tech One. Solid.”
“Tech Two. Solid.”
“All solid, Peter.”
Rasping sound on the overheads. “Security solid.”
Now the last person. “Richard?”
“On it!”Rasped Security.
Emergency lighting returned, a low dim red color lighting everyone’s features and giving them a kind of diabolical feel.
Jen reached across her console, her eyes smiling at him. “It’ll be all right.”
He nodded, not believing it for a moment.
Everyone in the room reached for their side arms, knowing the drill all too well.
A second explosion.Closer.
“Engineering lock down!”
Huge titanium doors slid across the entrance. As they did so, the double doors blasted inwards and two Security Guards entered, firing their weapons as they ran. The titanium doors slid shut just as something awful and unbearable to look at started to enter the lab. It never made it. The huge doors shut across it, squirting body matter all over the instruments and people inside the room.
“Decontaminate!” Peter ordered.
Two Techs ran with small white cylinders that glowed in the dark and began spraying the people and the panels and instruments.
Peter and Jen took up a second pair of the decontam units and helped complete the clean up.
Finished, everyone waited near Peter’s console, their eyes on him, as he wiped at sweat on his brow, then broke into a smile. “Great job everyone!”
The lights came back on. The titanium doors slid back, the double doors swung open and a team of janitors came into the room to scrub it down.
Jen took Peter’s hand. “Great job!”
“We’ll see.” He sighed, remembering the time the job hadn’t been so great.
The creature was gigantic. It had armored skin, multiple eye stalks and fingers that looked like tentacles in their flexibility. It stood almost ten feet at its neck and had to crouch to get into the lab, but that didn’t stop it. It shoulders were a good five feet wide from side to side and it tore some of the concrete and wood of the doorway apart as it squeezed through.
It opened its mouth as if to speak, but nothing seemed to exit what could be called a mouth, which was a dark slit with a depth of deep red. It surveyed the frightened crew at their stations, its antenna eyes probing the room for details it could assimilate. Finished, it reached to a garish belt of odd instruments, took out one and aimed it at a Tech.
The Tech had no time to respond.
It was struck by some kind of energy blast that turned his molecules into chunks of ice, which shattered, then scattered across the floor, melting swiftly as they did.
The creature observed everyone, as if noting their responses. It raised a strange device to its mouth and uttered something no one could understand, and then it stooped, swept up some of the liquid into a small vial it carried with one of its multiple hands, then eyed everyone once more and exited.
When it turned its back to them, everyone could see where the impact of multiple machine gun bullets had struck its armored exterior, barely leaving a mark. The creature was almost indestructible.
Entanglement was the terminology used to describe our world aligning with the next one in an infinite stream of pearl like planets beaded about an infinite sun that defied imagination. It had been Peter's dream since he was a child. His classmates called him Spook Planet, because he was always talking about other worlds where aliens existed that probably were like us, if a bit different in appearance. The appellation stuck to him like glue. When he went to Cal Tech for his Master's, and then later his PhD in Nuclear Biology and Physics, everything he touched became known as the Spook Effect, or Spook Planet Effect. SPE for short.
How he discovered entanglement was as much of a dream as his dreams were. It came to him during a mediation class. He had been practicing Vedic breathing, which was a process of breathing in and out, while chanting God's name...Om. It was very relaxing. He needed it to stress release after night after night of hitting the books and day after day of hitting the labs. And during that last and magnificent experience he had, he had seen open up before him this huge tunnel of light and passing down it and around this huge being he could utter no words for, or find any words to describe, were pearls. But not the pearls you buy in a jewelry store, but living pearls. Planetary systems that were the abodes of life forms. As many as there were pearls.
He called it at first the gateway of pearls and that stuck also when he finally was able to engineer its construction based on what he saw. The Gateway of Pearls became the invention that put him on the map with the Department of Energy, and later Defense. He got grant after grant and finger after finger trying to control the pie. But none could understand what he had seen, or what he was building. On the news he was compared to a modern day Einstein, except with a good college education, which made him plenty formidable in modern day scientific circles.
He had been playing with anti-dark matter and anti-white matter at CERN...The European Organization for Nuclear Research...when he discovered Entanglement. Everyone had been excited when he first spotted the energies. They were almost invisible, but once he had pumped up the vast underground emitter to enough joules of power to create a sun, he had isolated the particles sufficiently to not only name them, but to know how to reproduce them.
Everyone at the Switzerland site congratulated him and expected him to get a Nobel Prize for his discovery, which he would dutifully record and publish. But he did no such thing. Instead he went to the Department of Energy, and as his project escalated not only in size, but in budget and danger, then the Department of Defense. They gave him the manpower and the big guns to protect his people. Or so he had thought.
The first Entanglement he had constructed and energized had brought the ten foot tall alien, who had squashed everyone and everything in its path to discover the source of the energy sink which had captured it momentarily. It had been merciless and without heart. Everyone that got in its way had died.
Before that fatal night had ended, Peter had lost his best friend, an entire Black Force protecting the facility, and half its scientists and staff. It was a setback that cost his project billions of dollars and dozens of lives. The President himself, near to leaving office, had personally come to witness the damage done, and had turned to Peter. "I'm proud of you, son. You saved our world!"
"Not really. It just got bored and left us alone." Peter had responded.
The President laughed. "Don't demean your talents, Doctor. If you hadn't pulled the plug on the Entanglement Field, more of them would have entered and invaded our world. That's never going to happen again."
"I'm moving your facilities inside Yucca Mountain. It's strong enough to stand off a nuclear explosion and remote enough to protect innocent civilians." He leaned closer. "Besides, we've got to write down those expenses somehow."
Peter had thought it all a joke, until the Black Forces came back with the moving vans and the equipment to get every person moved along with their equipment.
That was when he had met Jen. She was a Doctor in services to the Black Forces. Detached recently from them, but reattached as a favor to the President and Vice President, whom she knew personally as friends, when her father was a Senator in Congress.
Jen and Peter watched as the various teams cleaned up and prepared for the next Entanglement. The real one.
"Do you think we're ready?" He asked her.
"I'm more interested in what we might meet this time." She responded, her eyes bright with the fever of desire.
He smiled, then as the last of the clean up finished.
He took the con, raising his voice to speak into the system that spread throughout Yucca Mountain. "Entanglement in sixty seconds and counting. Hold onto your britches everyone; this is going to be a big one!"
He began the Entanglement.
In Las Vegas citizens on the top floors of luxury hotels panicked when the buildings began to shake and sway.
Entanglement had begun!