New Worlds to Conquer

NEW WORLDS TO CONQUER

William Wayne Dicksion

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New Worlds to Conquer

Copyright © 2013 William Wayne Dicksion

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{Revised 2014}

(previously titled Many Mansions)

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New Worlds to Conquer is a work of fiction. Cities and towns are used in a fictitious manner for purposes of this work. All characters are works of fiction and any names or characteristics similar to any person past, present or future are coincidental.

NEW WORLDS TO CONQUER

The universe contains billions upon billions of galaxies, and many of those galaxies contain multiple billions upon billions of planets. Perhaps, among those planets, there are worlds where people can reside and build new civilizations.

Names in alphabetical sequence

Augustus Wilder -- Gus first traveled to the thirty-first century on 7-7-2107, current time, to Alpha Bravo 325 on 7-7-3107, future time.

Alem -- Ergon’s God

Alithea -- Roc-2’s mother

Angie-2 -- life-forms specialist

Aries-3 -- the abandoned astronomer

Bart – Dormer’s assistant

Benjamin Wilder -- Ben is Gus’s grandfather

Cord-1 -- astronomer;

Domer -- head engineer

Douglas Doug Wilder -- Gus’ father

Enok -- Roc-2’s father

Gail -- Tena’s mother, died a few months later

Hester Shannon -- Joe’s wife

Horus Handly -- Rita’s high school sweetheart

Jan-1 -- born in 2975; therefore, she is 135 years old.

Jan-3 -- Gus’s love interest. Jan-1 is the woman Jan-3 is the duplicated of

Jayson Handly -- Horus’s father

Johnathan and Julie Farnsworth -- Rita’s mother and father

Kador-- God of the Antons

Karl -- Tena’s father. He died 4-7-2911

Lani -- geologist

Lattor -- built the robot 4XYP2, and called it YP2

Leyon – wife of Ulto

Loog -- a terrible flesh-eating beast that lives on planet Ergo

Luella Rames Wilder -- Gus’ mother

Mordo -- the leader of the Ergons

Orba -- the bad guy

Reni-5 -- environmentalist

Rita Farnsworth Wilder -- Gus’s grandmother, Ben’s wife

Roc-2 -- Chairman of the Council of Twelve

Taki-4 – chemist

Tena -- Roc-2’s wife. They were born in the year 2890, and that is 220 years ago

Ulto -- the leader of the Antons and his wife’s name is

Yvonne -- Horus’ mother

Chapter 1

My name is Augustus Wilder; my friends call me Gus. I am the only child of Douglas and Luella Wilder. Other than being more curious than most, and a little taller than some, I am just an average man. I’m athletic, but I am not an athlete: I craved knowledge. After graduating from high school, I served as a pilot in the Gulf War and then returned to the States and enrolled in college and obtained a degree in civil engineering. After that, I went to work for a company specializing in building large structures.

* * *

I now live in the thirty-first century. On the morning of April 8th, 3010, the light from the rising sun was glistening off the ocean a thousand feet below my apartment window.

I like to wake up early and make plans for the day while my mind is free from the clutter of yesterday. Time is important to me. Time has played a vital role in my life. Some might say it has played an astonishing role. I was born in the twenty-first century one thousand and thirty one years ago, yet I have lived only thirty-four years.

* * *

While I was still in the twenty-first century, I unwittingly became the emissary of a people from another galaxy, thousands of light years away. These people called themselves Antons, and they were millions of years ahead of earthlings technologically.

I met the Antons in a strange way. I had been supervising the building of a mansion in the desert for an eccentric billionaire, and I was driving home alone on a lonely desert road. A strange atmospheric condition appeared on the horizon. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was like a dust storm, but there was no dust. It had a blue cast to it, and it was coming toward me. After it passed, I found an attractive device lying on the ground. It had the appearance of a large button. Of course I didn’t know it at the time, but the Antons had placed it there knowing that I would find it.

I took it home and before long the Antons got in touch with me and showed me how to use the device.

I later found out that the Antons are a race of humanoids from planet Ergo in Galaxy Seven. They have the wisdom of the ages, but due to an extended period of atomic warfare with the Ergons, another race of people living on planet Ergo, they mutated so badly that their bodies were more trouble than they were worth, so they abandoned them and became a race of people without bodies, only minds. Too late they realized that they needed bodies if they were to experience pleasure. They searched the cosmos for thousands of years looking for bodies to replace the ones they lost and found them on planet Earth in the thirty-first century.

The Antons found that Earth humans had perfect bodies, but they guarded their planet very carefully and wouldn’t allow them to get close enough to copy their DNA to duplicate their bodies. They needed an earthling to act as their emissary. They chose me and taught me to use the time travel device, and then, using the technique of thought transfer, persuaded me to travel in time to the thirty-first century to negotiate with the thirty-first century earthlings on their behalf.

I, being single with no attachments and eager to experience new adventures, decided to use the time-travel button. The button was about the size of a silver dollar with four colors. The center was white, and it was surrounded with a section of blue, green, and red. With the Antons help, I soon learned the significance of each color.

Rubbing the blue section would travel me into the future. The white section would then return me to the time and place from where I had started. Green was to travel into the past, and red was for traveling to whatever time and place I was thinking about. By using that button I could travel to any place in the universe and get there instantly, and then return to my starting place and time, at the same time I had started.

I decided to try it, so I thought about a time one thousand years in the future and rubbed the blue portion of the button and suddenly popped up in the thirty-first century where a group of people were swimming in a stream.

Since my clothing and speech were peculiar to them they knew that I was an alien, and they thought I was a spy.

I told them that I was from the past, but they didn’t believe me since I came to them using technology that they had not yet developed.

That is where I met Jan-3, who is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She and a group of her friends were bathing in a river that was so clean that it was astonishing. The odd thing about the river was that it flowed right beside the door where I had lived in the twenty-first century and, what was even odder, was that there was no stream there when I lived there in the twenty-first century! No stream at all, and if there had been, it would have been so polluted that no one would even want to look at it, let alone swim in it. But here in the thirty-first century everything was different. The land was clean and everyone was handsome. The men all appeared to be about twenty-five years old, six-feet tall with strong, flawless bodies. They weren’t overly muscular, but they were well shaped and lithe. Most of them had brown hair, but a few were blond.

The women also appeared to be about twenty-five, and they were astonishingly beautiful. They were different from the men in that they were of a greater variety. Their hair wasn’t dyed or bleached; it was natural—some were blond, some were brunettes, and others had hair that matched the colors in a sunset. Their eyes were the most striking thing about them. Some had round eyes like Caucasians, while others had almond-shaped eyes like Orientals, and the colors of their eyes were every shade in the rainbow. Their bodies were perfect, and they moved with the grace that reminded me of willow branches swaying in a soft summer breeze.

When I first saw them, they were romping in the river, wearing nothing, not even bathing suits.

They were obviously enjoying the swim, but more than that, the women were engaged in intimate relationships with the men. It wasn’t an orgy, it was intimacy. Each man sought the favor of each woman, and they responded equally to the men. They reminded me of a flock of doves—their intimacy was like a rhythmical dance, fascinatingly beautiful.

I had come upon them suddenly, and the suddenness of my arrival shocked them, but after only a moment, a man with an air of authority approached, and asked, Who are you? Where did you come from? And why are you here?

I understood why he would ask the questions, but I couldn’t answer them with complete candor because I didn’t know where I was, or fully understood how I got here. I knew I should be right where I started, but in another time. At least that is how I set it up on my time-travel button, so all I could do was tell the man what I knew. After explaining as best I could, he introduced himself as Roc-2 and said, I will have to take you to a purification chamber to be purified. Then polite as you please, he asked, Would you come with me?

Of course I would go with him, what choice did I have? Anyway, I wanted to see more of the place and maybe figure out exactly where I had landed. The land was so perfectly groomed that it was clean to a fault. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was out of place. Animals of every description roamed free, and they were in perfect condition. Carnivores, that in the twentieth century would have been frightful, were docile as lambs, and cohabited with animals of prey without the prey seeming to be afraid.

* * *

That is how it started, but a lot has happened since then.

I allowed my mind to return to the here and now: I was still looking out the window thinking about the past, so I took my eyes off the sunrise and directed my gaze at my wife. She was beautiful beyond understanding. She was born in a laboratory the product of a carefully selected sperm donor—whose name she didn’t know—and the ovum