The Craft - Quentin Pheonix (best historical biographies .txt) 📗

had been indicated and opened it. Jenine was inside. She turned from the mirror and rose to meet him. They embraced. ‘Over half the cast didn’t show up, and then they cut off the pedestrian accsss to the entrance out the front. What’s going on, Quinn? Why has everbody gone missing?’

‘I can’t tell you,’ he said. ‘You’ll think I’m crazy if I do.’

‘No I won’t,’ she said.

‘The important thing is, it’s not safe for you around here, anymore. I’m getting you out of here.’

‘It’s not safe for us’, she said.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I’m pregnant.’

‘Come with me,’ he said. ‘

‘Where are we going?’

‘To the military base.’

Janine sighed. ‘Wouldn’t it be better just to go back to the apartment and just chill out for a day or two while this whole thing blows over?’

‘People are disappearing,’ he said. ‘We have to stick together.’

 

6-The Chopper

At the base, Quinn used the sonar device to entice the ships to them. After a few minutes, sure enough, a chopper, flashing brightly, appeared overhead. Quinn played a more complex and refined melody on the controller. The helicopter was dragged in, and it came down and hit the tarmac.

Upon the dashboard inside the chopper. A radar displaying a map displaying the location of all the nephalim craft in the city was displayed on the screen. From what he could tell, the craft seemed to be gathering up bits and pieces of the world below as flew over head. They were sucking the information out of the city.

He radiod to Holt. ‘I am in a position to take command of one of the craft.”

‘Me and Jenine will be right behind you,’ said Holt.

Quinn and Rebecca got in the helicopter. He the key to the ignition, Quienn started it up and they took off, A stream of blinking lights marking the craft in the city flickered on the screen. He flew the chopper in line with the triangular formation and they flew along in sync with the other ships.

As they flew, the letters of signs on the street were pulled off the signs and were sucked up through the air and into the nephalim craft, making them more advanced. Cracks in the sidewalk were stripped up off the ground and when fluying up into the air, also being drawn into the field around the craft and adding to their form and content. When they flew over people on the street, the expression was drawn ever so subtly from their face, and their features lost some of their definition.

‘Cool,’ said Rebecca. ‘They are clearly our superiors.’

The radio hissed to life. ‘Quinn, are you reading?’ asked Holt/

‘I read you,’ saod Quinn. ‘Everything’s under control,” he said.

“Who’s? Yours, or the nephalim’s?

‘Their craft appear to be sucking reality out of the city.‘

‘This was the dream I had!’ said Rebecca.

Quinn took out his notepad and wrote down the details of the crafts reality-sucking technology and sent it to the author of Alien Invaders.

They flew in the line until they reached the limits of the city. Below, in the plains, the green grass of the fields turned to grey, and the lifeless swathes of the country side void of any colour came into their path.

On the screen, a graphic demonstrated how the chopper fit in as one piece of an enourmous metal giant robot, like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Apparantly all the ships in the nephalim fleet went together to form this metalloid bohemeth.

Golden light emerged on the horizon. Soon after, he flew into it, and came into a sweltering industrial canyon land fetid with toxic pollution. Quinn switched on his walkie talkie. “Are you with me?” he asked over the radio. There was no response.

In a concave opening of the rock, an angry metalloid giant with multitudinous eyes and no discernible orientation wrought havoc with the atmosphere. The giant robot stomped and breathed oily fumes of fire into the air.

Quin hit the controls repeatedly, to no avail. He was being sucked towards the mouth of the giant. The flames that emerged from here were so hot as to emulcify all within it.

Locked in, being drawn inexorably to a furnace beneath in the giant robot’s mouth, Quinn used his sonar device to speak in the musical language he had used with success previously. He was able to override the giant robot’s control of the ship and regain access to the chopper’s computer. From there, he was able to redirect the chopper’s flight path so that instead of fly right into the giant’s mouth and be consumed, he was able to slot the chipper in in the place it occupied in the greater strictire pf the giant robot as a whole and therefore survive. But they was thereafter locked in. With no way out of the chopper, they was forced to live as a slave to the nephalim machine.

‘It looks as though you were right,’ siad Rebecca, ‘Love has prevailed; the truth has succumbed.’

‘Yes,’ said Quinn, smiling insincerely, ‘It has.’

 

 

 

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Text: Eugene Samolin
Publication Date: 02-07-2022

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Dedication:
The Nephalim