Agape: In Search of Universal Love
from the novel, The Lodging for the Rose
Rolf. A. F. Witzsche

Story 17 - Aquarius in Ice.
page 114


      Leslie's optimism didn't last long, as it turned out. The more they learned about the new virus the more they became convinced that the virus could not be stopped by any means. She told us that the slightest infection would likely become fatal, "but it won't harm animals," Leslie added, "the virus is keyed to the human biology."
      "This makes it a doomsday weapon more potent than nuclear bombs." said Anton. She had tears in her eyes as she said this.
      "If it is true that the weapon does not infect animals, then the weapon is not designed as a warfare agent," I interrupted Anton. "This is something worse. This is the weapon that has long been talked about, that certain organizations wanted to create in order to liberate the planet of its 'human pest' as they liked to say. One of the organizations has a mythological name, like Gaia Liberation, something like that. This is their weapon. They wanted something that is ideally suited to destroy human populations on the global scale without affecting the environment of the earth and its wildlife."
      Leslie shook her head in disbelief, "who would want to do such a thing?"
      "The royals have been talking about this for years," Anton replied, "and humanity has not objected even once, not even to the principle involved. They got a lot of people to agree that the world is dangerously overpopulated. That's what nuclear weapons might have been created for in such large quantities as we now have all over the world. The royals' goal is to get rid of three to five billion people, depending on who one talks to. The global oligarchy wants this so that their power won't be challenged again by human progress and cultural development, at least not for a long time."
      "That's what I think this virus is all about," I supported Anton. "Somehow, we have to stop it."
      "Stop it!" said Leslie. "Humanity hasn't been able to stop the common cold. This is far more infectious. Nobody in the entire world has antibodies against this in their blood stream. Creating a vaccine is virtually impossible, too."
      Ivan prepared a large photo image of the electron scans and asked me to memorize it. "Study it, copy it, copy it a thousand times until you are sure you can recreate this picture at any time it becomes necessary to do so. You have two days to accomplish this." He assigned both Anton and me to the task. He spend hours with us, showing us what the critical details were. Still the questions wouldn't go away that we couldn't answer. "Why would anyone do this? What was it for? Why, why, why...? We could only speculate."
      These questions, that deep down in our gut feeling, we already knew the answers for, kept coming up again and again. They were more and more tied to Perfidious Albion, the longer we stewed over them.
      I told Ivan and Leslie about my infamous meeting with Perfidious Albion. "They are out to destroy your country, maybe four fifth of humanity."
      Leslie almost cried. All of their years of training, contemplating the worst scenarios of chemical or biological attacks had left them still totally unprepared for this. They were devastated by it.
     
      With this nagging pain in our hearts we returned to the reindeer center when the major picked us up at the same place on the arranged day and time. What I had feared, but had hoped I would never have to face, was on the horizon as a tangible reality. We had touched its container. This reality could not be changed now. The thing was real. The only option we had left, was to halt its progression. Unfortunately, this had to wait. We were locked into this place for another three days until the supply plane would take us back.
      Leslie approached us the next morning, saying that she would like to show us something.
      We got into one of the four snow cats of the base. Three hours later we entered through a large steel door that was set into the side of a mountain. "We used to have full staffing here all the time," Leslie confided to us. "Now, there are only two people present." One of the two came to the door. He recognized Leslie and let us in. He showed us the "great hall" that was still stocked with eighty long range cruise missiles stored in elevator racks. Everyone was several times larger than the one that had been launched by the Russian fishing boat outside of our bay. The cruise missiles, here, were totally different. They were miniature aircraft powered by a small jet engine. The shape of the craft was like a beautiful bird from an ancient saga. Its lines were smooth, gently curved like a piece of sculpture. Every part was delicately rounded off and smoothed to perfection, according to the principle of stealth aircraft design.

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