Enter the Fourth Dimension

INTERIM—Enter the Fourth Dimension

Robots, designed to explore the universe, looking for a new home for a species that may have been God, on Earth. Bots, so to speak, now considering cloning on their own and nearing the ability to do it. Those with souls, souls the Venusians had planted in them, knew this idea of cloning was a mistake. They knew it innately, had no memory or much written down to go on. But if humans cloned themselves, would these clones look upon them as god. This bothered those with souls.

These clones, previously cloned, who were now considering cloning and perhaps thinking of themselves as clever. The ones with souls, like the Trojan horse at the gate, held the only hope that good could triumph over evil.

It wasn’t only in the humans that they waited, it was also in the plants, things that didn’t move on Earth were also involved in the plan.

Palm Animals… things that stood on shore and in the night looked like giant chickens. Everything was watching in its way.

The devil and god were warring, the human heart a battleground. When that heart is pierced, the battleground ceases to exist. The setting of war undone, the Bird Venusians will out like a light switched off. Then Golem thought, if all of this was about mankind—bird-like Venusians—they had wings, of course the pure Venusians likewise had them and were angelic. Where does evil come from?

Thousands of years in the future—as man considered cloning man and nuclear conflict became possible again, as man came to want to kill again—


He was sitting on the porch on the edge of the sea, one of the new energy saving bulbs shined on him. This time it was at a place called Tiger Huts, on the Beach. In the evening, in the darkness on a beach, he first saw them. Giant things, guarding the beach. They stood on either side of him. At day they stood silent, fronds rustling in a breeze perhaps. Green, on the water, nothing more. But this evening when Golem glanced them, one of them was looking at him. Two small palms, about eight feet in height, stood together, merged and became a thing with wings and legs, a majestic bird. Imagine a gigantic chicken with its head turned to one side, simply watching, seeing, yet seeming not to see. Watching as something connected to some record of the universe. Tail rising up in the air, feathers to the side stuck out in the fierce pride of some all knowing nature, the beginning to the end. As if waiting for some profound event and having waited for it from the beginning of time. There were two of these creatures. The next day Golem noticed another on the right, out in front of his hut, they lived just above the high tide line. They stood four meters in front of his hut. One of them watched him each evening, watching, seeing, yet in solemn recognition, saying nothing, and without words saying so much.

The next morning these palms were in there places, appeared as palm, harmless plants in morning light. Darkness had been forgotten. Golem didn’t fear them in the daytime—in the late evening, night when they were seen in the dim, hazy light of fluorescent bulbs attached to poles along the edge of the sea they came alive, still. Total silence on a sandy shore, unmoving water, ripples really. Staring through the light, Golem starting towards them and shore. They rustled their feathers and Golem sat and watched and feared them, so stark they were, so understanding. They stood, gallant sentries of another age, from another age, guarding another age. They were waiting, ready to correct some wrong. As if waiting for some tilt past a balance. Waiting as if in silent statement saying to humans that the poles might shift again, ten mile high waves might splash over mountains, continents fall in the sea, ninety-five percent dead and as if no one respected them and they did not need respect.
These creatures from the fourth dimension waited, Golem liked things that waited in a world of haste. They were beasts burdened by consequence. They looked like statues of Gods of Rome waiting to take over Earth when the time was right.

These sentinels waited silently, knowingly, with the wisdom and the age of man and would have waited as long as necessary and hoped they never would pull their trunk out of the sand and make their way inland. Their communications were of the fourth dimension, humans could surmise their reason and thought processes, but their thought was the thought of stone, solid, fierce, unchanging, except for nuance, small movement, and through time, as the sands shifted and new islands appeared, old islands diminished, cultural moors changed through additions and subtractions of minute amounts of salts and essences of life. Theirs were the thoughts of DNA, adjustments made that had once allowed something to crawl slowly out of the sea and make its way on land, as something to be inseminated with wisdom, called man.
These sentinels observed as a tower fell and societies were shattered, fragile as thinly blown glass, existing through the will of human kind. Glass that had been shattered many times put back together again, of silica absorbed by and then retaken from the sand. This silica that held within it, the origin of every man, woman, and child on the planet.
The guards of life these palm disguised bird creatures in the sand—yet their ranks had been infiltrated by the Birds of Venus, symbolic of the devil. The devil had another plan. An alliance with God that would end all life on Earth when the balance of the ATM of Good and Evil came out negative. A plan put together through the odd alliance of two groups of warriors, one wanting total destruction of life on earth, one having decided that only should man be perverted beyond the reason of good that it would have to be destroyed. These two clans of Venus often battled on the hearts of man, yet both seemed to understand that good needed to remain triumphant in order for either to exist. Ancient Venus, ancient Sun, age of galaxies, some battle that had gone wrong. Survivors of the pure Venusians now occupied Earth, had built a tower, it had fallen, inhabitants in disarray, having lost the most natural element of humanity—the common band of society that binds all people everywhere to the faith that we are in our hearts, all the same. In illusion, the devil caused each different separated peoples to think of themselves as the one that was different and above the rest. Giving them reason to annihilate their neighbors, making them lose sight of the common vein that runs through us. The devil had a plan— They will kill each other off. They will do our work themselves through confusion and kindness expressed in words as if those words could mask the underlying killing.
Plan B, the devil knew when good was gone they would cease to exist. The Venusians, the clan uninfected by the birds knew that when good was gone that they’d have no reason to exist. Plan B was not a plan to save the world, but merely one to save another galaxy from a vacuum of evil.
If these clones on earth were lost, cut off somehow from the mother ship, they’d have to be destroyed. True they were created in an image, then clandestinely given a soul as Venus was dying and the devil winning all the major battles. The devil overlooked the fact that there were some Venusians hiding away their souls in clones, giving them their only sons and daughters, life on Earth required two sexes, Venus had none—clones the devil planned to use as soldiers of their own. This devil, this bird-winged Venusian clan did not foresee a Trojan in the clones, as they forced their creations, and later would force them on the animals of earth to create man.
Those sentries on the beach—most of them, inside them had a soul. Oh, there were soulless ones on shore as well, but the Venusians had succeeded on the last days, as Venus daily grew hotter, in inseminating the clones with their own DNA Little did their clones, who would one day near the ability to clone themselves, realize that they themselves were the result of artificial insemination of a clone. And that, as they slept with the apes, had developed into their current three dimensional form— if it was real and anything more, then the shadow of Venusians in the fourth dimension. The sun still shone and would for eons, hopefully, long enough to sort things out. The Venusians needed to separate themselves out somehow, they were a mix of good and bad, that would have to wait until their ship, in which they had escaped, swung through light years in outer space, until those mixed up souls on Earth sifted and sorted themselves out. In inseminating these clones and absorbing the animals the Venusians had absorbed vast quantities of genetic ennui, in an experiment to create good. They had even, if unwittingly, disseminated their essence throughout a galaxy, now people were considering travel to new galaxies; Would it all work out?

These sentries on the beach made Golem think of the great sphinx of Egypt. Watching and waiting from one sun to another, one darkness to another light. Created by an advanced colony from another galaxy. Somehow we were critical in their plan. The good Venusians needed to survive to fight the evil birdmen. When the ship returned to Sirius, the birdmen removed the souls of all the good Venusians. The only ones left lived on planet Earth. When life on earth was destroyed every 13,000 years or so, not very much information survived. There were good Venusians out on trips to other galaxies when the birdmen took over. There was a chance that one day a ship would approach earth. The good Venusians caused huge stone statues of people to be built on the Pacific Islands. They looked at the horizon. If one of the ships approached and saw these statues looking out to the horizon, it would know there were horizon watchers here. The good Venusians knew the sky. Of course, they did. They caused the pyramids to be built. Pyramids that pointed the way home through mimicry of the stars and provided shelter from neutron bombs falling from a fallen sky. Earth had been a noble experiment in the minds of men. But towards the end of the fourth sun the Asians and Caucasians went to war. It had all been done before, one earth as in heaven. These horizons watchers with their fire throwers were seen as gods and asked about war. They put their fingers in their ears.