Episode 12.0: Take Me To Your Leader, 12.1: Going Viral

ANDROID: TRUMAN GREY

“This is mind blowing.”

Standing by idle as Dr. Minerva Sweet communed with the tall alien grey going by the human name Barry, Truman Grey, name too close for comfort, could only show patience. A revelation chat with Barry without Minerva knowing seemed off but again Truman was in over his head either way. He might be living inside an indestructible android, but he had just learned that the extraterrestrial designers known as the Magus could potentially come back to Earth and reclaim what was theirs was haunting. Bad enough to watch yourself die once without viewing it twice.

“If the Magus learns of us swiping their toys it’s a good bet that they would purge our minds from these bad boys and use them as originally planned. Whatever that plan was. How crazy is this that Minerva’s husband Darius is alive back at OASIIS? No way is he human or that nerve gas would have taken him out just like it did us. Does that make he and Minerva aliens too? Barry did say there were 22 alien races living on Earth as we speak. Man, now I want to know all of them.” Curiosity killed the cat, Mister Grey. Be careful what you wish for.

“There is just so much to get to the bottom of. I guess this becomes my new life decision. Let’s just hope my new body can keep me safe if any of them are hostile. I mean the world hasn’t been conquered, well, that I know of. Who knows! If Minerva and Darius can blend in, it’s anyone’s guess who might actually be an alien in disguise. Wow! Darius was kind of cool, we always got along well. I wonder why he stayed behind in OASIIS though? Maybe to help us cover our tracks? That or there was more going on at the base than we knew. There were classified points that even we weren’t allowed into. Yeah, that has to be it.”

Fifteen minutes passing by seemed longer in Minerva and Barry’s cerebral chatroom. A final gasp to recapture her breath Minerva’s eyes returned to normal. Hands lowered both she and Barry severed their communion. Once she returned Barry fell back into his recliner and took a nap. Man, could he snore!

“Welcome back, Minnie.”

“That long range spark takes a toll on both of us. I’ll need a short breather before we leave.”

“So, nosy guy that I am, what was the purpose of that?”

“His world needed to be kept abreast of what goes on here. I visit every two weeks to support him in his endeavor. His planet and...”

“Yours?”

“No, my husband’s world.”

“Husband? So, Darius is your ole’ man?”

“I would have told you. Sweet and Starr are merely our adopted names. To satisfy your curiosity, yes, I am from out there too, but my world is ... complicated. We are mediators. I was sent to Earth for that purpose only. I took on Dr. Minerva Sweet’s identity and met Darius ten years ago now. He helped me establish a human persona, one that could infiltrate a number of bases across the world. This goes beyond U.S. borders, it’s planetary.”

“Okay, so this is not your real body?”

“It is! I simply alter a few things like you do as an android. Once we are on the road, I’ll give you a preview.”

“Can’t wait!”

“Neither can I.” She giggled telepathically. “Yes, I’m still flirting.”

“And Darius is cool that you do?”

“Of course! Let us save this for later. I need to meditate for thirty minutes.” She rose to her feet and hobbled toward the glass entry. “Follow me please. Stay close!” Right up on her she smiled, thankfully her mask hid her from the cameras. “Did you just grow something?”

“Maaaaaybe!” He laughed. “I’ll take it down a notch.”

“Only until we are far away from the borders of Groom Lake. Once we are beyond notice please be yourself.”

“Is that a hint?”

“It is.”

“For the record, I liked Darius. He always treated me with respect even if he followed orders.”

“Darius is a miracle. That is why I came to adore him. Our jobs kept us distant, but our telepathic powers allowed us to speak daily. He and I united when I first came to Earth. He was assigned to be my liaison. Things blossomed from there.”

“Miss the sex?”

“Well, even that is complicated I’m afraid.” She led Truman into a relaxation room. A simple mat on the floor she undressed over it and discarded her protective suit. Disposing it into a decontamination chute along the wall she moved back to that mat and sat down on it. Naked she coiled into a lotus position, legs crossed and palms on her thighs in a welcoming pose. Posture perfect her chest reacted proudly. Nipples for once grew out and spiked. A hologram taking over the entire room she and he found themselves on a beach. The sounds of the ocean were quite relaxing. “Better?”

“Very nice! You do your thing. I’ll stand guard.”

“Comforting! The Army will not bother me. My security clearance prevents direct contact. Telepathic influence helps against curiosity.” Humming audibly for cameras, there was no privacy at the moment. Eyes sealed tightly, breathing controlled, to those watching her things were normal. “Feel free to talk, I just might not answer immediately.”

“Cool! So, was there ever a real Minerva Sweet?”

“Of course! Retired! She was my predecessor. Once I arrived, she returned home in my ship. Unlike humans we age differently. She had been here since the 1940’s. Interestingly enough Truman, she was good friends with President Harry S. Truman. Of this, we have in common.”

“Sweet!” He chuckled! “Now you and I have that in common as well, Ms. Sweet.”

“Delightful! I believe you and I will become great friends, Truman Nathanial Grey. That is if you wish to be.”

“It’s not like I have anyone else. I can’t visit family when they think I’m dead. Not to mention I don’t want to place anyone in jeopardy.” Silence for five minutes, her chanting hum seemed right out of a Tibetan monastery. Made sense! “I’ve always heard monks over there in Tibet traversed dimensions through meditation. Maybe that’s not so far-fetched after all.”

“They are capable of short trips, astral projection that weaves in-between dimensions of time and space.” She returned telepathically. “Concerning your family, I can assist in that if done carefully. The main issue is not having your family think themselves insane.”

“Right! I can almost predict OASIIS will be staking out our families just for irregularities.”

“Darius prevents the military from probing inside the base. They cannot enter it safely for a minimum two years. What Colonel Campos and your fellow scientists overlooked; Darius fixed. Even if robots are sent in with cameras they will perform as Darius allows. He can manipulate what they might see. Your androids will not be missed due to holograms used to prove that they are still on site. There is more but I think I’ll let Darius tell you himself soon. Trust me he will keep busy the next two years. He too is a scientist.”

“Nice!” Truman failed himself. This woman’s beauty was getting to him. Knowing her attraction to him even though he was currently invisible he found her body was impossible to ignore. Like a Ninja he moved in front of her and stood looking down as if scrutinizing her. “Too close?”

“Survivable!” She giggled within her thoughts! “You wonder how it is I see you.”

“Well, I am in stealth mode, and you haven’t once seen me in my actual form.”

“An actual form that can alter at will, I might add.”

“True! Had you ever seen my real body?”

“Oh, yes! Quite handsome! Darius and I often saw through one another’s eyes.”

“So, I turned you on.” He laughed! “I wasn’t a bad looking chap.”

“It goes beyond that Truman. Explained soon! Five more minutes of peace please. Oh! You can remain close. The mat beneath me will not show your footprints for the cameras to pick up.”

“Speaking of prints. Two things!”

“You adopted mine so that you did not leave anyone else’s print behind. Very smart! Your stress over the foot impressions in the desert are dealt with as well. On my way in I released a series of stealth molecules with encoded instructions to sweep away all signs of humanoid foot traffic created by you. Darius created those. They can stir up whirlwinds that cloud over the prints. Dust Devils if you will. Now hush and hover.”

“Up close and personal.” He silenced himself but mentally instructed his androids morphing abilities to introduce a very noble penis. Invisible he let it dangle shamelessly in front of her face. No smile even upon contact she continued to hum. Chuckling to himself that this was a Delbert Hyde special he literally trailed the tip of his perfected cock all across her face, tantalizing her lips. Nothing! She was in the zone. Uncalled for but with her flirting so hard he was testing the waters. Even more, he took on the guise of her husband Darius just to see if she might be able to see through his cloaking device. Shock value? Absolutely! Lust? Absolutely!

“Are you done?” She spoke in his thoughts.

“Offended?”

“I am not human. No, I am not offended. Not to disrespect my husband but he does not possess a penis.”

“Seriously? So, you do see through my invisibility?”

“My eyes define a whole new spectrum compared to humans. I see everything. Spirits of the deceased, light anomalies, alien reflections, shadows where they should not apply. Other things!” Truman reclaimed his grown appendage now that his test did not lose her as an ally. “You did not have to retreat. I might not be able to express it due to those watching me, but I rather enjoyed your boldness. My race is quite ... interactive.”

“So, how does Darius make love to you?”

“He stimulates my mind. That, and his fingers are rather long.” They both had a good laugh within. “Can we please speak more freely when there is less to hide? I am trained to be stoic in expression and hide my emotions. Those overseeing me cannot read my thoughts, nor discern if something is awry.”

“I bet you break the bank in Vegas.”

“I have never tried. A boring life I lead.”

“Until now!”

“Yes, until now.” Her eyelids opened and she released a deep exhale as if blowing out the cobwebs of her inner turmoil’s. Rising without using her hands as leverage she performed a few yoga moves just for viewership doubt that she was not human. Shaking off her feigned tension she turned and headed for the decontamination room. Finding her original clothing she quickly got dressed. “I need to make a detailed report to the base commander. Once that is done, we can leave.”

“Report on what?”

“What Barry’s superiors have said. Our link allows us both to commune with his world’s elders. What I deliver is what I have learned from traveling to other bases. As mediator I mend fences and keep alliances in check.”

“So, you make everyone happy.”

“If only that were the case. Keep up with me. There will be guards posted so remain as still as possible until I am done.” Elevator rising up two floors; activity was a bit livelier. Dozens of scientists were walking about, their thoughts unable to stop processing their jobs. For Truman this was kid in a candy store moment. Juicy tidbits about alien spacecraft technology, dimensional portal programs in the area of stargates, ancient stone runes that held dark arcane secrets of the Anunnaki. You name it.

“Good Lord! I wonder how many of these people are slaves like we were at OASIIS?”

“None! OASIIS ran things their own way. The nature of the beast as you humans say. When redesigning the androids as assassins the blacker the better. What they do here on all twelve levels is purely advancement and study.”

“I thought there were only eight levels.”

“Oh, no! Some are better hidden is all. The elevator we were in only optioned us to eight. There are a number of other elevators Truman.”

“Right! Man, I could spend months here just snooping.”

“Another time! You cannot tip your hand.”

“No plan on that. Is there any tech here that could bring me down?”

“Of course! That is why I keep you on a short leash. You are a good man, Truman; Darius spoke highly of you and his judgment is never wrong. I can see that for myself, rather overhear it.” She stopped to palm print herself yet again to gain entrance. “Remain out here. Do not wander. Eavesdrop all you want but do not engage or all hell will break loose.”

“Gotcha! Wiggle on Doc!”

“If only my jacket was not so long.” It hid that beautifully sculptured bottom. “Thirty minutes tops.” Entering the door, she disappeared from sight. Even x-ray vision could not penetrate the doors once closed.

“Someone wants to remain anonymous. I wonder who the Top Dog actually is here at Area 51. I’m willing to bet there’s an acting chief and a man behind the curtain Oz style. That whole Majestic-12 stuff has to be in effect in these parts. Hug the wall like a fly and just put an ear to it. Sooner or later, I might hear something valuable.” True enough the buzz was loud and clear.

A female scientist stepped from a concession area with hot coffee in hand. Walking back to her lab she blew into her cup to cool it while in deep thought. “General Massengale expects too much of me. I can barely keep my eyes open as it is. I swear this stargate project is going to be the death of me.” Truman could relate. “Our Hadron Collider needs to generate more power to pierce the veil. We’re close but it only reaches Mars at the moment.”

Dr. Sheila Carone

“Mars? Nice! This place has its own particle accelerator. Makes sense now that I look at where this place is. They could have neutron highways for thirty miles or more in any direction. Man alive, the U.S. likes to keep secrets. I love my country but damn! I mean if all of this has good intentions that’s great. Now I want to know what’s really going on up there in Martian soil. Maybe someday I’ll sneak through a gate and see for myself. Atmosphere can’t hurt me.” Interesting thought! “Thanks, Sheila!” Sheila Carone was walking very slowly. Worked for Truman, the nerdy blonde in glasses was pretty hot. Like her coffee! The steam fogging her glasses made her steps slower than normal. Once she went through a traditional gate, she was only a memory. “Catch you later Sheila. Okay, Mulder,” He spoke to his android computer, “who is Massengale?”

“Lonnie Massengale! Four-star General! Not much is available about his past outside of birth records. Born in 1962, Branson, Missouri. Enlisted in 1980, moved up in rank quickly. Personal life redacted. It appears he never leaves Area-51.”

“Dedicated! What about Sheila?”

“Sheila Carone, age 32. Recruited her second year of college at the University of California. Her intellect attracted the United States into adopting and honoring her with a master’s degree without finishing college. She like many live here.”

“Question! Can you collect data from this place without plugging into a computer?”

“Yes!”

“Surprise me with enough reading to keep me busy in my down time. Siphon everything you can get your greedy little wires on.” Time to kill anyway! “Man, I want to tap my foot, but I don’t need to set off any seismic sensors. Walking behind Minerva is one thing but when nobody is on camera it might trigger one.”

“You do have levitation capabilities Truman Grey.” Mulder invited. “Short distance walking on air as I activate gravitation compensators will get you where you want to go without detection.”

“Does it matter? I can’t just walk through any door without looking obvious that there is an intruder.” No more than admitting concern he spotted Sheila’s door opening again. This time however, out stepped a bearded man in his late fifties agitated by a full bladder. A restroom nearby within twenty feet of Truman’s standing location Truman had a brilliant idea. “Activate those modes so I can join him in the latrine.” Instantaneously done!

Gordan Miller

Feet off the ground by an inch, his body floated on air and dogged the man as he entered the community restroom. “Fancy hotel complete with smelly colognes.” He observed while trailing Gordon Miller into his stall. Sensing occupant overload Gordon tensed up. A second later Truman’s suggestion mode had him take a nap on his seat. Mimicking Miller’s body Truman morphed into him; his wardrobe holographic outside of his smock hanging on the door. Stepping out and waving his hand over his nose in case of hidden cameras Truman Grey took his badge, fingerprints, and DNA manipulation. “And we’re off to see Sheila Carone. I just hope Minerva’s telepathy can track me. If she leaves without me, I might be trapped in here.” It was a risk that his imagination had to embrace.

Stepping out of the bathroom essentially Gordon Miller, his gravitation mode compensated body weight to that of Gordon’s. The journey to his lab door was easy enough. Gaining entry by his palm print Truman stepped through the door and found himself facing another glass chamber. This one onlooked experiments right out of science fiction.

“And there is a stargate. Where’s Kurt Russell? I can’t believe only Gordy and Sheila work in here. I’m not seeing any other bodies.” None detected Mulder informed him. Using his keycard gained him access into the glass room. From there Truman had Mulder show him around via Gordon’s DNA touch throughout the entire lab so that he didn’t step into territory that might be off limits to even he. With cameras active one false move might be his last without a fight. Heat signature visuals allowed Truman to see where Gordan’s footfalls traveled the most.

“Mini gates all around it feels like a House of Mirrors at a carnival.” He strolled about, hands in his lab coat. “I wonder if these are how they get around without ever leaving the base. Hmm! Exit strategy if I need one.” Facing one it went from a fogged-up mirror state to a vivid image of a bedroom. A very fancy bedroom at that. A window onlooking a city in the background he realized that he was seeing another country entirely. “Is that Mumbai?” Moving to another a similar revelation showed him an alien landscape very similar to... “We do have a base on the moon. Wow!”

Time ticking away Truman took the risk of hovering Sheila’s workstation. She sat half asleep looking at her computer monitor at a list of locations that kept scrolling. “Madrid! Sydney! Christchurch! Moscow! Geezus! I could go anywhere in the world through this place. Area 51 has more to offer than stealth fighters that’s for darn sure.”

“Collecting data as requested.”

“Does this android have enough memory to store it all?”

“It does! I am condensing the lesser projects being developed into my microprocessor.”

“Good! As much fun as this is I need to get back. Minerva should be ending her report to that Massengale guy.” Taking his leave the same way that he came in, feigning the runs Truman returned to the restroom and turned in his badge. “Back to you, Gordy Miller. Thanks for the tour.” Smock off he turned invisible again, his body morphing into a smooth physique without a face behind the veil. No need to keep any appearance at the moment Truman kept things simple. Waking Miller, the man relieved himself then left the stall without knowing he was even subjected to mind control. Morphing his body thin to hug the wall Truman gave Miller room to exit before inflating his body. Back on levitation mode it was just a matter of following Gordon out and returning to his perch beside the General’s door.

Five minutes expiring a new arrival stepped from the elevator. A woman in uniform walked right up to the door and activated it. Opening for her palm print and eye scan she entered without hesitance. “Who is she now?”

“The General’s daughter.” Mulder replied. “Major Louise Massengale.”

Major Louise Massengale

“Fuck it, I’m going in. Levitation mode me Mulder.” Up an inch he soared through the door before it closed. Following Louise through a lengthy hallway she paused at her father’s door. Reading her thoughts Truman heard her loud and clear. “That whore is here.”

“She has to be referring to Minerva.” Ghosting her Truman watched her punch in a keycode to the door and await entry. As it hushed open the Major swallowed dryly thinking in a stingy manner. “I could use her attention myself. Thank goodness that Nymphorean never tires. Let’s just hope dad doesn’t overexert himself.” Entering the chamber into a private domain Truman tailed her into snoop mode.

“Daddy’s girl is jealous, I can tell. No way is Minerva just giving Massengale a report.”

“That only took ten minutes.” Minerva spoke inside Truman’s head. “You should not be in here.” She sounded winded.

“Are you fucking the General?”

“I am a mediator, that often means more than just an information go-between. Come watch! Lonnie is nearly finished.” She not only told Truman that but Louise as well. Bed chamber rounded Louise took a seat on a sofa onlooking a huge bed in a private room made to mimic a hotel room setting. On that bed was Dr. Minerva Sweet riding a youthful General. Truman hovered at the foot watching Minerva gyrating atop the General. Lost in her hormonal expressions Minerva’s body was porn star ambitious.

“Jesus! You look hot.”

“That is my curse I’m afraid.”

“Nymphorean, the Major called you.”

“My race! It’s really Nimborean, Louise likes to refer to me as a Nymphorean.”

“Makes sense! Darius, know you do this?”

“Of course! I do what I must. I will admit, a bit more than that. My race thrives on sex. Darius had his ways but even he knew he could never satisfy my urges.”

“Right! Long fingers!”

“Extremely long!” She giggled. “Now you know. I would have filled you in once you got to know me better. Time restraints you must understand.” Massengale snarled loudly and unloaded inside Minerva, her shriek and chaotic shakes joined him in spilling a delicious fountain over his lap. “A secret Truman?”