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Scomber MirrorMirror CH 1-7
Scomber MirrorMirror CH 1-7
Scomber MirrorMirror CH 1-7
Hi I'm Scomber.
I'm a musician, a singer/songwriter/producer/author/
environmentalist/father based in Sydney Australia.
I believe that the best things in life are free and should not be
owned and controlled by some faceless corporation or
shadowy publishing/record company.
The creative process and its results should be democratic and
accessible too all...
Thats when I discovered the creative commons community.
No, I'm not a communist, not even that much of a lefty, but I've
figured out that restrictive copyright practices with its inherent
exclusions limits the growth of many creative pursuits.
Admiral Bob, one of the finest exponents of this culture puts it
like this; “artists can and should contribute content to culture
that is unhampered by the kind of restrictions that treat art like
an imprisoned thing: don’t alter it, don’t move it onto a
different device, don’t copy it, don’t even listen to it unless you
re-license it”.
The net result, I believe is a bland sameness that seems to
permeate most popular culture.
Profitability generally doesn't equate to quality.
Quality doesn't always lead to commercial success.
This work is probably an example of both!
I'm not against commercial reward for art, its entirely necessary
but I'd much rather give something away for nothing. Thats just
me.
I'd like to invite you all to take a little time to read and listen to
this book and its music as I release each chapter every two
weeks.
So here's the first two chapters of “Mirror Mirror” and the first
two songs from the cc concept album of the same name.
Song Title: Mirror Mirror
Genre: Dance/Pop
M usic: Spinmeister
Arrangement /Production/Remix : Scomber
Lyrics: Scomber
Vocals: Sassygal
Backing Chatter: Jacinda Espinosa
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Chapter 1
Three seconds of chat
While this was all occurring, the other craft speeding towards
Mars, the one containing the lander was only 800,000
kilometres from insertion. As the lander approached the red
planet it served as a relay station, accepting the extra data and
bandwidth from the orbiter as its partner used the thin Martian
atmosphere to slow itself down.
The plan was once the lander reached Mars and was ready to
land near the north pole, the roles would reverse. The Orbiter,
safely in orbit, would receive high bandwidth data from the
lander and then transmit it back to Earth.
The first craft, the orbiter, stopped transmitting 15 seconds
after the thrusters were first fired, 480 km above the Martian
surface. It got worse.
Twelve and half hours later the second craft, the lander, in the
words of the chief NASA Engineer, “just disappeared from the
screen”. Silence. Complete loss of contact. Not even the hum
from its ion propulsion system could be detected by any of the
large earth-based radio telescopes.
It couldn’t have hit Mars after losing contact, with its last
course setting it past Mars and out beneath the ellipse below
the orbit of Jupiter in three years time. The Mars hoodoo had
struck again, and those little green men must have been
laughing at their neighbour's folly.
The printout that Corey had stretched before him was a jumble
of zeros dashes and crosses. Eight metres of paper represented
the last 15 seconds of the orbiter. But these were not the
transmissions received by the approaching lander in relay
mode. Although they were weak, they were definitely the first
hand transmissions directly from the orbiter.
Corey had already spent enough time looking for aliens by
staring at SETI data to know that it just didn’t look right. The
image/positional data matrix didn’t flow the way it should,
especially for a moving object.
Three small southern hemisphere radio telescopes had been
tracking the telemetry of the craft in the final stages of the
insertion for navigational purposes only but not collecting the
rich data. This was collected by the larger northern hemisphere
dishes that were better positioned for collecting a larger data
stream.
But a student in Australia, had collected the data inadvertently
while studying the magnetosphere of Mars. He had used the
extra listening bandwidth of his telescope not being used by the
Mars mission.
The relatively small sized dish at Siding Springs was rarely
pointed at something so close, so this was his opportunity to
test some of his ideas. The observatory was primarily an
optical one, known world wide for its large refractor telescope.
Because the dish was so precisely focused on the spacecraft
approaching Mars - any stray radio waves, like the two
spacecraft talking to each other, send a small echo across the
region rippled across other frequencies.
Accidentally, this was detected and recorded.
Corey had met Charlie Blake on the internet in a space nerd
chat room.
Corey was particularly interested in space forensics.
For every ten payloads launched into orbit he said, two
experience some sort of failure, and three literally blew up at
launch. That’s five angry and anxious investors each wanting
to know what happened to their 300 million dollars.
Corey needed a contact that could look at the heavens from the
southern hemisphere.
Charlie wasn’t your ordinary student. He was 56 or maybe 62,
full blooded Aboriginal and the type of person that didn’t say
much, but when they did, it was very timely and intuitive. He
started working at Siding Springs as a cleaner ten years ago.
Head astronomer Ray Phillips would often chat to Charlie and
was amazed with Charlie’s knowledge of the night sky and the
movement of the planets. Twelve months later Ray offered him
the position of onsite trainee with a four year external science
degree.
Ray had filled out his application and sent it off to the
department, putting his age down as 36. He got the position,
but even better, the ABC did a human interest story on him that
became a rare media nugget for the embattled Science Minister
of the time. Aboriginal done good.
Charlie was king of the kids. He could sit at the controls of two
radio telescopes and three optical telescopes. No more
scrubbing toilets and floors.
Chapter 2
A bitter pill
“Now lets say in a mirror you see a person you have never met
approach you from behind, him too waving his hand.
Is he right handed or left handed?
What if he was flashing up a newspaper headline?”
Could you read it?
Corey gazed into his bourbon and pondered;
What if the distance to the mirror was vast, like Earth to Mars.
Even at the speed of light, it took a full 10 minutes for light or
a radio signal to reach Earth. What we see now happened 10
minutes ago.
The guy playing his shot on the pool table was now right
handed, playing from left to right down the table. But the
mirror showed a left handed player still playing left to right.
Corey looked up and noticed the booths opposite also had
mirror backing.
He then stood up and he could see the pool players’ reflection
in the other mirror but also the reflection of the mirror behind
him.
He asked Mr McDonaugh’s question again;
Right is left unless left is right.
It’s all about perception.
The 3.14 seconds had to be a reflection (at a distance) of
another 3.14 seconds.
He looked into and then sipped the rest of his beer and thought
that Charlie might be able to figure something out when he
spoke to him in the morning.
That was the last thing Corey could remember that evening.
He woke up in his room to the sunlight and the chatter of the
local robins at his window. He was in bed and butt naked
except for his socks.
He sat up, head throbbing, his eyes taking a while to focus.
He was sure he hadn’t dreamed about Miranda and began to
look around for signs that she had been in his room. Nothing.
No bra, panties or hairclip, anywhere.
Except for a long black trench coat draped over the chair.
He sat up and lipped his arms into the warm folds. He couldn't
remember her wearing a coat of any kind let alone one so warm
and comfortable. It smelt of her, thats for sure. He reached into
an inside pocket and found a crisp piece of folded paper.
He unfolded it and read it;
Thank You for a wonderful night.
I wish my car broke down more often in this neighbourhood.
Thanks for all your help
Good luck with your Martian chasing
I’m sure to see you again soon.
Miranda xxx
He wet his face with cold water, got dressed and set out for the
other side of campus to find Lisa. Maybe she knew what
happened last night.
He found Lisa in the library where she turned with a brief look
of contempt as their eyes met.
“So how’s it going loverboy?” she asked.
“You tell me. I can’t remember a thing.”
Corey beckoned Lisa to sit down in one of the vacant group
study rooms.
Chapter 3
Drawn to the Bread Knife
The path they chose may have differed but there was only ever
one destination.
A one metre by 30 metre basalt spike towering above the thick
hakea bushes.
The breadknife.
They might walk up via the river and through the canyon or
over the high plateau but they would always reach the
breadnife.
It was a place to complete something of importance.
Tribal elders had once held court there, exacting punishment
and making peace with neighbouring tribes.
Charlie knew this country well.
As a child Charlie's extended family would often refer to him
as "Walooga", the single child. It wasn't until much later in life
that Charlie discovered that the name was really just meant for
him. Though the translation was difficult, not just in words but
in context, it basically equated to the western concept of
"prophet".
For years Charlie felt angry with his father for not fully
explaining how he was "Walooga" and what he was supposed
to do with this burden.
Was he supposed to have kept his people on the land? How
could you be a prophet if there is nobody left to enlighten?
Charlie also knew enough about history to know that prophets
generally appeared when there was a need for one and worse of
all, were generally dead and buried long before anyone realize
their significance. In the emptiness around him he wondered if
anyone would ever hear his sermon on the mount, let alone
what he would say when he got there.
Corey repeated the words, "an object the size of Manhattan and
one sixteenth the weight of the moon."
It occurred to him that such an object, real or just
electromagnetic, could feasibly act as a mirror, bouncing back
a radio signal. This might explain how his mirror theory fits in.
At light speed, three point four one seconds is about double the
distance between the Martian upper atmosphere closest to us
and the phantom on the other side.
The earth had known for the last hundred and forty years that
Mars has two so called "moons". Deimos, a 35 km long potato
shaped piece of rock and its little brother, Phobos, a much
lower orbiting chunk, hurtling in a perilously close path around
Mars. It encircles the planet twice daily rising in the west and
setting in the east. It is so low that it is not visible from all parts
of the planet. In a mere 20 million years it will crash into the
Martian surface.
It suddenly dawned to him that if a phantom object existed
with that mass it would surely be seen in rather large change to
the orbit of these moons.
He picked up the phone to Siding Springs and dialed the
number.
Ray answered the phone in his typical laconic manner.
"Hi Ray, its Corey, I've got to get in touch with Charlie.
There's something funny going on with Mars.”
"Don't worry Corey, I'm on top of it.
But I wish that Charlie would have told me what was going on.
I guess you're going to ask me about the orbits of our two little
Greek friends;
Terror and Fear.
"Well let me say that poor little Phobos as changed his apogee
by about 10 kms and its orbit has become much more elliptical.
I've never seen anything like it in all my life, but then again
I've only been alive sixty one years.
I wish Charlie had involved me earlier.
Charlie's Manhattan theory seems to be the only plausible
explanation.
If the body is purely magnetic, an aurora gone crazy, it should
have a gravity effect no where near what we are seeing. Mars
just doesn't have the mass or the magnetosphere to create a
magnetic storm of this magnitude.
Yet the effect looks so strong at a single point that its possible
that good old Newton's laws breakdown under such conditions.
Time is bent and matter can transform freely with the energy
around it. A total flux where energy is the natural state and
matter is just a fortunate consequence. As a parabola in four
dimensions, this may explain your pye, Corey."
Corey responded, "but how does the mirror fit in? and then
began to answer his own question.
“Surely the last few seconds of the Mars probe is clearly an
image of the previous 3.14 seconds. I watched a couple of guys
playing pool the other night at the local bar, and looked at their
reflection in the wall mirror behind me. The right handed
player now looked left handed but he was still positioned at the
same end of the table. The positional data corresponding to the
last few seconds of the transmission is completely reversed.
The right handed player not only looks like a lefty but is
playing his shot from the other end of the table. What we are
seeing is therefore not a mirror, at least any kind that I know
of, but more a fresh image.
It's like when you face a person, your right is their left and
your left is their right. If you have ever raced one of those
remote controlled cars towards you you'll know what I mean.
We could be looking into the back end of some kind of black
hole and being a shown a different version of ourselves".
Ray leaned back in his chair and was surprised that Corey
hadn't already asked him to take another look at Mars.
"You know Corey, it wouldn't be a bad idea to focus our
attention squarely on that patch of space on the far side of
Mars. I've got 24 hours to get it done before the rest of the guys
get back from their Christmas break and then I'm stuck behind
a desk again."
I have already spoken to my mates down at Stromolo and over
at Parkes and they are willing to give me 40 minutes air time at
eight o’clock this evening. We have positioned the three radio
telescopes in an array, so effectively our combined dish is 400
km wide. What ever this object is we should get a fair look at
it.
Corey could feel the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.
"Can you call me right away if you find anything new?" He
said vaguely, his mind already racing towards a thousand
possibilities.
"Oh, and I can tell you that Charlie's OK." The flying doctor
guys spotted him camped on the very top of the Breadknife this
morning burning a small fire.
Dammed if I can understand the attraction.
If I did that they would arrest me but if you're Kamilaroi its
OK. I hope the old bugger doesn't slip and get himself killed."
“Walooga”
Charlie had fought his way through the hakea scrub to reach
the breadknife that evening. It was about eleven o'clock, the
moon had set and the stars above shone as brightly as they
could. The breadknife was the eroded remains of a volcanic
dyke. Lava forced through a weak point in the sedimentary
rock long since weathered away. Now only a jagged bony
blade.
Charlie located the meeting stone and sat down on it. From his
small pack he pulled out a number of 35mm film canisters. He
then removed his clothes. His fingers felt the rock in the
darkness, walking across its surface like his ancestors had for
the last forty thousand years. They brushed across the
smoothened surface until he found four shallow wells in the
rock. He opened a couple of canisters and poured out the
powdery ochre paint base into one of the depressions. He then
patiently mixed his powders with water, one the brilliant ivory
white of crushed pyrite.
He looked up fixing his gaze skyward, and began to apply the
paint to his torso and face just like the last time he had done
this, 30 years ago.
The last time, at his ailing fathers urging, he had sought council
with his homeland, a confused young man. On that occasion he
was led out of the wilderness with a plan to rescue his life from
the cycle of alcohol and petty crime his childhood friends were
caught up in.
He put the last of the ochre mix onto his forehead and fixed his
gaze on the Pleiads; the seven sisters, a cluster of stars, nothing
more than a faint smudge in the city, but here a brilliant clutch
of pearls.
The brightest star Alcone, aligned perfectly with the top of the
spire towering in front of him.
With purpose and reverence he rose to his feet and began to
climb the breadknife, his fingers and toes searching and finding
the cracks in the granite face. His aging body now seemingly
fit and pliable, he reached the top and surveyed the view
around him. Total darkness except for the dazzling ferment
above.
It was too dark to see the land and horizon and it gave him the
feeling of being elevated above the Earth, just that little bit
closer to the stars above.
Charlie sat down, his legs crossed and limp, in the way his
people had before him. He slowed his breathing, and
descended into a deep sleep.
END CHAPTER 3
Song Title: Déjà vu
Genre: Rock/Anthem
M usic: WillemWillem
Remix : Scomber
Lyrics: Scomber
Vocals: Scomber
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Chapter 4
Deja vu
He felt Lisa's nails bite into his arm through his coat, suddenly
bringing him back to reality.
"Well are you going to join in stud?" she asked, those eyelids
batting, planting her hand on her hip.
Before Corey could reply the music stopped abruptly. The
entire crowd turned around in the direction of the jukebox.
Standing to its right was a police officer with the power chord
in one hand and the other pointing to a now motionless
Miranda. The bar had never been so quiet.
Slowly, the crowd began to boo until the cop stepped forward,
pulled out his revolver and shot a hole in the ceiling right
above Miranda.
"Break it up. Move along people. There's nothing to see here."
he announced as he reached for Miranda's waist, lifting her off
the table.
He promptly produced a coat, covered her up and began to
march her out of the bar towards the entry that was to Corey
and Lisa's right. It didn't seem the usual method of
apprehending an offender, it was much too familiar, Corey
thought to himself. The body language was wrong.
What happened next was astonishing. Turning the corner
towards the front doors, the pair simply vanished, right before
Corey and Lisa's eyes. The automatic doors didn't open to
allow anybody out.
"Am I seeing things Corey?" Lisa asked, her jaw slack, in
much the same position as Corey's. Corey turned to the pool
room and spotted the security camera perched at the end of the
entry.
"Are those things working?" he asked Lisa, who was heading
for the doors for a quick look outside. He followed her out. No
sign of them.
"Yeah the boss tapes everything after that robbery last year.
Four cameras;
one in the pool room, one in the lounge, one in the entrance
and the other behind me at the bar . It makes sure I don't give
away free drinks.. I finish in 40 minutes, would you like me to
grab the tape and come back to your place?
"You bet ya," Corey responded patting Lisa on the bottom,
flirting a bit.
"But could you also see if you can find Thursday nights' tape.
This Miranda chick is really beginning to freak me out."
"I'll see you at 10." Lisa replied as she walked back into the bar
shaking her head and trying to figure out what had just
happened.
End of chapter 4
Song Title: Lights Out
Genre: Rock/Psychedelic
M usic: St Paul, Colab and Chris Bailey
Remix : Scomber
Lyrics: Scomber/KCentric
Vocals: Scomber/KCentric
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Chapter Five
Lights Out
Chapter Six
Winter Coat
Jeff Petersen was a short guy, about five foot four, with
ordinary blue gray eyes and a complexion that reminded you of
discarded snake skin.
Corey did a first year assignment with Jeff, and had once
convinced Corey to line him up with one of his girlfriend’s frat
friends, Tammy.
Tammy was prim and proper, straight out of the 1956 year
book.
They went out a few times until Tammy decided that she could
not be seen in public with old lizard face. Surely, Jeff owed
him for getting him the only date he will probably ever get at
college.
The media lab was located in the bowels of one of the largest
and oldest buildings on campus. A journey down a poorly lit
spiral stair case led Corey to the media lab.
The door was open and he could see Jeff with his head under
the console playing with cables.
“Hey Jeff, ...under the table every time I see you”
A startled Jeff slammed his head against the console which ran
the length of the wall underneath a row of screens.
“Damn don't you ever knock Mason? Jeff stammered, getting
back onto his feet clutching his forehead.
“I've got some home movies I'd like you to take a look at.”
Corey said.
“I don't really fancy watching hours of grainy footage of your
butt Mason.”
“Don't worry its footage from the Stag. Very G rated
unfortunately. Do you believe in ghosts Jeff? What if I told you
I have footage of a ghost?”
“Sure, and I bet you can get me another date with Tammy too”
Just as likely Jeff figured.
Corey handed the two tapes to Jeff. “See for yourself. It should
be cued to the right place.
“Security tapes hey? Since when have you become the private
dick?”
Jeff asked as he placed the first tape in the deck.
There's a girl I met at the Stag and she barely shows up on the
tape.
“Sounds like the home movie I made of Tammy”
Corey leans forward to the screen as it begins to play.
“Four camera's, which one do you want?” Jeff asked.
“The Stag must use the same system as the university so I
should be able to isolate and enlarge each camera without
losing too much resolution.”
“Try the booths and pool table shot. That's me in the second
booth.
Corey pointed and touched the LCD screen with his finger
drawing a sharp
look from Jeff.
“Easy big fella, watch this.”
A few clicks of the mouse and the image of Corey on a date
with himself was clear and true full screen.
“She's sitting to my left on the other side of the booth,” Correy
indicated.
Jeff looked at Corey like he was playing some joke. There was
certainly no one else in the booth.
“OK then lets try this”. Jeff turned on a filter labeled
“infrared”.
“Its not true infrared but its as red as possible from the CCD
capture.”
“Woah.! Will you look at that.”
The footage now showed two orange figures.
They watched intently.
The moment after Miranda swirled the drink, her mysterious
figure seemed to morph then leap over Corey, swirling above
him. After a brief moment it stopped and fell over him like ash.
“You seem to be having much more fun on your dates than me
Corey.
What the hell did you say it was?”
“The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
And she dances naked on a table on this next tape.”
They spent the next twenty minutes looking at the second tape,
getting more confused by the minute.
“Just tell me this Jeff. How is it possible to see something with
the naked eye that a video camera can't? ”
“From what I know, a video camera CCD works much the
same way as the human retina. It detects photons on the array
surface and each charged device transmits its measured
wavelength back to the image processor for decoding. The only
difference is downstream from there. Your brain doesn't work
in zeros and ones. Our eyes don't do all the seeing, its our brain
that does all the heavy lifting. Your brain makes sense of the
data that is transmitted from your optic nerves and then
matches it against set patterns it is familiar with. It all about
perception based on experience. ”
“So you are saying that we are all going mad?” Corey said,
crossing his eyes. “I wasn't the only one who saw her.”
Corey picked up the tapes.
“Keep this to yourself Jeff. We really shouldn't have the tapes
you know.
Leisa took them without asking. I've got to get back home. I
left a beautiful naked girl in my bed to come and see you.”
Jeff looked at Corey with a fixed gaze.
“Do you want to borrow some video gear?” he asked as Corey
turned towards the door.
Corey smiled.
“Thanks Jeff. Remember not a word.”
When he left the apartment earlier Leisa sat up in bed and her
head ached from last nights whiskey.
That was quick, she thought to herself as Corey virtually ran
out the door mumbling something about Jeff.
She wrapped the sheet around herself and walked over to the
kitchen.
She saw his note on the table and read it. What did it mean
“need to talk about last night”?
She grabbed a couple of aspirin from the kitchen bench, and
poured herself the coffee that Corey had half made.
“Jeez, shit coffee Mr Starman.” she mouthed, suddenly feeling
a bit too hungover. She cradled the coffee and went back to the
bed.
She sat for a few minutes surveying her new beau's
surroundings.
Cleanliness wasn't his finest point, neither was taste for that
matter.
There was of course the obligatory framed print of some dogs
playing poker. She began to feel cold and noticed the window
was open. Unable to be bothered with getting out of bed again
she spotted a long woolen trench coat over the back of his
desk. Instinctively she pulled it towards her face.
The smell of Corey instantly hit her with a thousand memories
from last night. She knelt up and slipped her arms into its warm
folds.
A weird feeling of warmth enveloped her and she felt nauseous
and dizzy.
A warmth so encompassing that her last thought was that she
had pissed herself.
She looked up at a stain on the plaster ceiling above just as her
vision faded to blackness.
End chapter 6
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Song Title: Oberon
Genre: Ballad/Rock
M usic: Shannon Hurley & Scomber
Arrangement /Production/Remix : Scomber
Lyrics: Scomber
Vocals: Scomber
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Chapter 7
After a breathless run down the stairs Ray and Charlie reached
the car below the observatory.
How could I be so stupid? Ray asked himself.
He had left Hazel asleep in bed. And right next to exactly what
the spooks were after.
“Your know Charlie, what we imaged behind Mars can't be a
natural phenomenon”. He said, bent over the steering wheel
trying to keep the car on the road in the darkness.
“Whatever it is, its way beyond our engineering capabilities.
For goodness sake, we can't even successfully insert a couple
of probes into the atmosphere let alone hold some enormous
energy disco ball in geostationary orbit.
I wonder what Sir Ninian would think?”
Charlie looked over to Ray in the dim light of the dashboard.
Under the circumstances it was mildly amusing to be riding
back into town at four in the morning with his naked boss.
“Boss, this is only the beginning. The coloata will show itself
soon. Up on the breadknife I dreamt that I was holding a new
born baby in my arms. I tried to hand it back to its mother but
she turned her back on me and said that the child was mine and
I had better look after her well. I looked down at the girl and
all I carried was a clutch of emu eggs.
Emu eggs that shone like quicksilver.
In our Dreaming, the Sun was created by throwing an emu egg
into the sky.
Last time the coloata visited these parts it's said that a mob of
one thousand emu's took over the plateau just below the Grand
Tor and defended the summit.
All the other animals stayed away. A single hawk flew the
winds rising up the face of the Tor as a sentry, guarding the
mountain from any intruders. Any fella not welcome had his
eyes pecked out.
The sun didn't set for four days until the head of the mob
postured skyward, opened his beautiful wings and flew towards
the sun. Higher and higher. As he neared the Sun his wings
were singed . He fell back to earth and the emu lost its ability
to fly forever. Very similar to your Icarus story.
All I know Ray, is its much bigger than you and I but
somehow we are integral parts of the picture. People are
starting to notice.”
“Like our American friends back at the observatory.” Ray
replied.
As they approached the town, it was clear that the power was
still out.
The streets were dark and empty and the only sign of life was a
flurry of emergency vehicle lights on the top of the hill near
Ray's house.
“Oh shit that's my street, please God, I hope its not Hazel.”
As they climbed the hill to Rays house, Charlie grabbed him by
the shoulder.
“Stop here boss. I've got to get out. I just remembered more of
my dream. I have to get back to the breadknife. Right now”
Before Ray could say anything he was off. He had barely
waited for the car to stop as he opened the door and
disappeared into the darkness.
Black fellas can sniff the the coppers miles away Ray thought.
As soon as Ray turned the corner into his street he saw the
commotion.
There were half a dozen police cars and a large army van
parked across the road supporting a bank of lights flooding the
neighbours front lawn in a blinding arc of light.
A young police officer that Ray didn't recognise stepped out
onto the road and directed him to stop.
“I'm sorry Sir, but we have an emergency situation and have
restricted access to this part of the town.”
The young officer shone his torch through the window to see
Ray's naked form.
“Do you always drive around town naked at this hour Sir.”
“Sorry but that's my house. I'm Ray Williams chief astronomer
out at Siding Springs. I was called out to the observatory a
couple of hours ago when we had the blackout.”
“Please turn off the ignition and remain in your vehicle Sir, I'll
find you something to put on.”
Ray cut the engine and the young constable walked over
towards a senior officer. Ray recognised him as Colin Wilkes
the regional commander.
Ray leant out of the window.
“Hey Colin, its me Ray. What the hell is going on? I left Hazel
in bed asleep a couple of hours ago.”
The younger officer fetched a blanket and asked Ray to get out
of the car. Ray wrapped the blanket around himself and walked
towards Colin.
Then he saw it. Across the road at number 19 was the
wreckage of an army helicopter laying broken on Ted's front
lawn. A team of men in military fatigues were gathered around
the wreak. Besides some superficial damage and evidence of a
small fire the chopper was intact.
Commander Wilkes looked up from his two way radio.
“Hi Ray, you space guys are certainly a weird mob.” He said
looking down at his old friend wrapped in a blanket.
“You know me Colin, work first, clothes second. What the hell
has happened here? Have you seen Hazel?”
Hazel's down at number 15 having a cup of tea. She's alright.
Some young crazy koori girl pinched a blackhawk from the
base at Coonamble and flew it through the high voltage power
lines over at Fletchers ridge. Knocked the whole bloomn
substation out. Christ knows how she managed not to tangle
up. Let alone get this far. She's done the bolt into town
somewhere. I'd say she's pretty beaten up by the looks the
landing.”
“Can I go and fetch Hazel.”
“No worries Ray.”
I'll just go into my house to change first.” Ray added.
“Shouldn't be a problem, the lock down is really just a
precaution in case there was a further fuel leak. Air services
and another army team should be here soon to start the
investigation”
“Thanks Col”.
Ray fixed the blanket around himself and walked across the
road to his house. Walking straight to the bedroom, he was
overjoyed to see the printout and tapes still on the bedside. He
gathered them up and shoved them underneath the bed, put
some clothes on and made his way down to number 15.
Hazel was sitting on the front veranda with Liz sipping a cup of
tea.
“What are you two girls doing out at this time of night?” Ray
asked in his typical waggish manner.
“Where the hell did you go Ray?” Hazel wasn't at all impressed
that during the biggest drama the street had ever seen Ray was
nowhere to be found.
“I got called out to work when the power went off. The
emergency power failed to kick in and I had to go out and start
the generator.”
Hazel knew Ray well and suspected that while he may not
have been lying, something else had happened.
“Lets go home honey. I saw Colin and he said this place will be
a madhouse before sunrise. We may as well get some sleep.
Thanks Liz for looking after my bride.”
They walked up the street just as some more military vehicles
thundered up the hill and into the street.
As soon as they got inside Hazel began lighting some candles.
Ray looked concerned.
“Sweetheart. Please listen to me. Grab the suit cases and start
packing.
We have to get down to Sydney.”
“What on earth are you talking about Raymond? What's
happened? You're not telling me the whole story.”
“Just grab enough for a week Haze, I'll explain when we are in
the car”.
Ray packed up the tapes and printout and within ten minutes
they were ready.
“Give me the cases love. The car's down the street out the front
of Ian's house.”
Ray walked down the street, Hazel locked the house.
Ray was loading the boot when Colin approached him.
“Where you off to in such a hurry?” he inquired, sounding a
little more official than before.
“You know me Col. I'm not one to hang around for a three ring
circus. Besides I'd say its going to be a few days before the
power is back on, so we will head down to Hazel's brothers in
Wee Wa. The poor old guy doesn't see many folks since the
cotton mill was shut down last year.”
Colin placed his hand on Ray's shoulder.
“You and Hazel take care please. There's a lot of burnt out
transformers and wires down heading out of the southside of
town.”
Colin signaled to the young constable to raise the barrier to
allow Ray to turn back around.
As soon as they had reached the highway Ray pulled the car
over to the side of the road and broke the uncomfortable
silence.
He turned to Hazel.
“There was a break in at the observatory earlier and I'm pretty
sure Charlie and I killed a fella.”
Hazel was in shock. “What are you telling me Raymond? Are
we on the run?”
“Not exactly, dear. They were paramilitary and highly
organised. They had guns and spoke with American accents.
Buggers were pinching the computers. I got a call from Parkes
earlier and they had already taken all the gear there.”
“But why would you get involved Ray? You're going to retire
next year.”
Hazel began to cry.
“Charlie and I might have discovered something that may
change the world.
There's an object on the far side of Mars that's like nothing I've
ever seen before. Someone out there doesn't want anybody to
know about it. At any cost it seems.”
Ray started the car and pulled back out onto the highway.
“I want to meet with Sir Ninian and weigh up our options.
As soon as we get some service on the mobile phone, I'll call
him.”
Sir Ninian Mathews was a retired academic that Ray had
known for close to fifty years. He had spent a brief time as the
New South Wales Governor before being replaced by a new
government. He was outspoken and very much his own man so
the Labor Premier at the time replaced him with a less
controversial figurehead. He was knighted in 1973 for his
services to education and science but had spent the last decade
as a recluse .
He was still very well connected and there was no person in the
country who would refuse to take his call.
“Hey Hazel, I bet that was the girl who crashed the chopper.
Col described her as a crazy koori kid from Coonamble.”
After a couple of hours they pulled off the highway into a
roadside restaurant.
“Grab some breakfast hey? I should have enough signal here to
call Sir Ninian..”
It was just getting light as Charlie made the steep climb up the
last ridge to the breadknife,
The bush was much quieter than normal. No kookaburras
greeting the morning. The wind had dropped and the sun shone
its first rays over the Tor. As he approached the last rise before
the meeting stone he sensed that there were others at the base
of the breadknife.
When he turned the corner, standing below the first spire were
three people. A young aboriginal girl and two white people all
completely naked.
As Charlie ambled the last steps the young girl stood forward
and presented her hand to Charlie.
“We thought we'd find you here.” she said, not at all
embarrassed by her nakedness.
“My name is Oberon and I think you may know my friends
already.
Corey, Charlie. Charlie, Leisa.
I think I'm your daughter.”
Song Lyrics
Track 7
http://ccmixter.org/content/scomber/scomber_-_Oberon.mp3
Oberon
Oberon
Why did you take so long?
Should have known you'd come along
but now you must be strong
'cause you know why your here now daughter
our times begun
Oberon
(repeat to fade)