In the year of our Lord
Eighteen Hundred and Ninety One
This August Twenty Seventh
231 C Rue Claire
It was high above the clouds of Gay Paree, which had now become the battleground between French citizens and an Invader from Mars. You ask where were our navy, our army, our marines,our police.
Demolished, demoralized, destroyed. To the last man.
A more courageous group of warriors the earth has never known, but never before has man had to face such bestial rage, such uncaring slaughter as we faced during that time from the slug like beings from the red planet Mars. They were driven by an insatiable need for conquest. They had destroyed their own planet, polluted their lakes, their oceans and waters, and finally had destroyed their own crops until their world had become barren of any natural life, and so the unnatural life was born that could sustain itself.
The intellect driving the force was very humanlike, but remote in its perspective, because it could no longer feel things such as hatred, anger, jealousy, pity, love. And these were its greatest weapons against us, for we felt all of those, and those emotions drove us to do great things, but also to fail ultimately to stop them permanently, for man is too divided in nature by his own evils of greed, avarice, and selfishness to be able to solidify the needs of a world against the needs of the few.
Perhaps in your world and time of which I cannot see, even if I could, you might have the courage to stand together, instead of apart and show mercy to the green world that God has given humanity for its gardens and pleasure. Food and spiritual upliftment.
I have asked Jules and Wells at times what our world looked like in the twenty first century and they refuse to talk about it, saying that man has free will and they will not choose to alter that free will by any words that might alter or change that future.
How, you say, can they summon the courage to do that, or the temerity to claim such a godlike status. Because they have been there. Not just once. But many times!
And that story has already been told, and told better by Jules and Wells themselves.
At this point you are asking why I am no longer referring to them as Papas, because it is time for a transition of this story, from the childlike person I was to the more mature person I soon became.
I am not saying this happened all at once, but actually it came very quickly, for the war of our worlds was no small thing, and even though it was won in France, in Paris that year. It was not won forever and again Val and I had to face what we had inadventently created. A link between our world and that hideous nation of slug like creatures on Mars.
For no matter how much Jules and Wells protested our innocence, we knew better. Our fathers were the kindest of men and would never, never have said a word to discourage, humiliate or harm us in any way. Not then. Not now. Though my fathers in spirit, and my father in flesh are now long gone from my life.
Going back to our flight in the Master of the World, which is what Jules named our vehicle. He had named it after a story he had written, which was inspired by his desire to unite humanity in a common cause for the sake of the future. His hero seems like a man misspent of his energies, but in fact, was Jules himself, but with a different name, acting out what he felt was best for the world.
That man and nations must set aside their weapons of war and instead build upon peace and with such grand desires and ambitions create a world that is united and no other world, past, present or future could ever unhinge, deny and or destroy.
But alas, his dream was not to be realized in his lifetime, maybe not even in mine. I can travel into the future. Wells has shown me the time machine he built with Jules' help and I could also use the Master of the World, as it remains safe and sound, and heartily constructed even after all these decades of sitting in a warehouse, waiting for the call of duty once more by the good spirits of our nation.
So we floated high above the city of Paris, where the monsters who drove their Invasion vehicle on a swath of destruction heading for the Eiffel Tower, were being slowed down, but not stopped by brave taxi drivers, butchers, bakers, candlestick makers, housewives, sailors, soldiers and even small children.
Many were massacred in those few hours defending the symbol of our unity and the pride of our nation in the bounty of God. But if not for them, Jules and Wells could not have freed the Master of the World in time for the battle.
"Come about twenty degrees." Wells ordered Jules and he adjusted the controls of our vessel, with the aide of Wells, who watched the ongoing battle below on a strange device that made verything look like points of blurred light.
Wells ran to the doors and threw them wide.
We felt this bone chilling cold sweep inside, but not the sucking force of the air as before.
Wells touched a control near the door and a masstive device, shaped like a cannon, but with a funnel shaped nose and tons of wierd little lights and gizmos edging its length and wrapping its barrel, descended from above, held there by massive pipes and hoses that radiaated a palapable sense of great power and destruction.
He adjusted a control on it, gazing through some kind of device that allowed him to focus the power of the weapon just where he wanted it to strike.
"We need to drop closer, Jules."
Jules nodded and the airship began to drop lower. As it did the Invaders below began hurtling beams of destruction towards us again. This time we would be lost if they found out open doors, but Jules didn't lose his nerve for a second.
"Firing on three." Jules announced. "Everyone hold onto something!"
"Three, two, one! Firing!" Jules proclaimed.
The great weapon made this horrible humming sound like a gigantic angry bumblee and a burst of light so pure and bright that it seemed like a sword of mighty power slashed downwards.
It struck the Invader vessel.
We all were holding on for dear life and I realized now it was not going to be becasue of the weapon in our ship, for that had done nothing, no , it was because of the force of the explosion below.
A might shockwave erupted from it and the sky around us seemed to vibrate and shudder.
A tiny mushroom cloud arose where the vehicle had been.
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