---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------
Chapter 6 part 4: Christmas Day.
------------------------------------ Part 59: Mars ------------------------------------
"Have you ever been to Mars?" Pan asked Scott.
At first Scott thought he had misheard Pan. It was the first time he had heard his deep mellifluous voice. He thought Pan was referring to Myers, the chain of department stores. He checked telepathically with Pan and understood that Pan was referring to the planet Mars.
He laughed. The memories of when he was a six-year-old boy surged into his mind. He and his family had gone on a holiday in Melbourne. They were staying with Uncle Malcolm and his family when his uncle was studying at Monash University after his playing career in rugby league had finished.
Scott's mother had announced that she was going on an expedition to Myers, the big department store in the City of Melbourne. Scott misheard her. He thought she said that she was going to Mars. He begged and pleaded with his mother to let him go with her and she had consented.
They caught the suburban train into the city. Scott had thought that was a rather ordinary start to a great adventure to another planet. They caught a tram up Swanston Street from the Flinders Street Railway station, got off at Bourke Street and walked up to the Myer department store. Inside the store, his mother started shopping. Scott trudged around after her carrying some of the bags and parcels of the items that she had bought.
After a while he asked her when they were going to Mars. She replied that they were in Myers. She had gone to Myers for a shopping expedition. Scott was very disappointed. He was near tears. His mother hugged him and laughed at Scott's mistake. She said that he was her dear sweet little boy and she loved him very much. She said that nobody could go to the planet Mars. There were no spacecraft able to travel the distance yet. Scott laughed with her through his tears.
Afterwards he had trudged around after her carrying some of her parcels and trying not to show his boredom too much. She had then treated Scott to a slap-up lunch followed by an enormous raspberry ice-cream sundae with a cherry on top at the Myers cafeteria.
Pan and Derek picked up his memories. They were amused.
Scott replied that he had not been to Mars.
Pan looked at Derek. He reverted to telepathy.
Pan: << You two have been fucking about too much. >>
Both Scott and Derek grinned.
Derek: << Mind you, Pan, it took Hal a while to get around to taking me to Mars. As you put so delightfully, he and I were 'fucking about too much' too. >>
Pan: << There's something there I really would like to show you, Scott. Derek knows what I mean. He's already seen it. Let's go. >>
The three flew up out of the backyard straight up until they were above Earth's atmosphere. They paused a few minutes and admired the beauty of Planet Earth that they all called Home.
Derek pointed out to Scott the orange-red point of light that was Mars hanging in the inky star-speckled blackness of space.
Scott accelerated as fast as he could towards the planet. Quickly he reached a tremendous speed. He intended to crash into Mars and see how big a crater he could make.
<< STOP!! >>
Pan's telepathic shout echoed in Scott's brain. At the same time Scott caught Derek's anxiety. He realised that the other two had caught up with him.
Scott: <+ ?? +>
Pan: << Stop now, Scott. At that speed you'll shatter the whole planet into pieces. >>
Scott slowed down and stopped. He hung in space above the red-brown ochre-coloured surface of Mars. Derek passed to him the information that his speed was so great that that it was only an infinitesimal fraction less than the speed of light. Scott's relativistic mass- energy was so high that he would have destroyed the planet. The impact of his superhuman body on Mars would have been equivalent to that of a planet with the mass of Mercury. Scott was surprised. The knowledge of physics that he had gained at school was minimal.
Pan: << There's something on Mars that I want to show you, something that is very important for the human race. >>
Exactly what, he would not let on. He and Derek were in a conspiracy to keep Scott in suspense.
Pan: << Can you see anything unusual? Use your eyes in telescopic mode. >>
Scott: << OK. >>
He scanned the surface with his telescopic vision.
Scott: << Still can't see anything but hills, mountains, valleys, plains and craters and things. What am I supposed to see? >>
Pan grinned gleefully. << Derek, you haven't shown him how to discriminate? You two men have been doing way too much fucking. >>
Derek grinned. << Yeah, OK. >>
The two men followed Pan down towards the sun-lit surface of Mars. Scott observed that the surface was pockmarked with craters. These were especially noticeable in the smooth plains. Pan continued downwards. He was heading towards a certain point on the planet.
They stopped about a couple of kilometres (1.2 miles) above the surface.
Pan: << Now, Scott, can you see anything? >>
Scott: << I can see Mars in close-up. I can see lots of mountains and valleys and deserts and things. Nothing else. But it's Mars, the Red Planet. Wow! I'm going there. >>
Pan: << Nothing unusual? >>
Derek was keeping mum. He had some sort of telepathic shield up that Scott could not penetrate.
They headed down a bit further. Scott suddenly saw it, what looked like a low round hill that was a little paler than its surroundings. It looked perfectly circular and about half a kilometre (500 yards) across. He understood that was what Pan was directing his attention towards. He picked up that Derek knew about it, but what it was, Derek kept hidden from him.
This time Derek led the way down. They landed next to the hill not far from some sort of doorway made of stone. Scott looked around.
He was standing on Mars. He had actually travelled to Mars. He had fulfilled a childhood dream. He was on another planet. He was excited and happy.
He was standing in a desert full of rust-coloured sand scattered with rocks as far as the eye could see. It reminded him of the pictures that he had seen of the red sandy deserts in the centre of Australia.
Derek had actually been in the Central Australian deserts when as a child he visited his grandfather Pascoe who was working out at the rocket range at Woomera at the time. The Martian desert did look similar to the Central Australian gibber plains.
However, the air was very thin, too thin to breathe. Scott did not need to because he was a superman. The gravity was much less too. Scott weighed about a third of his weight back on Earth.
Derek smiled. << Well, Scott, here we are. You've finally made it to Mars at last. >>
Scott grinned with happiness. He looked over at the nearby hill and saw that it was some kind of building. He observed drifts of rusty red sand piled up against the low sloping wall. The doorway was clear however.
They went over to the doorway. Pan skipped like an agile mountain goat across the red sand littered with stones. Derek followed, moving with the grace of a ballet dancer or a martial arts master. Scott went with him.
The closed door was made of what appeared to be one solid block of red ochre-coloured stone the same colour as the surrounding Martian desert.
In the wall next to the door were four stone buttons arranged in a square. They were marked 'I', 'II', 'III' and 'IIII'.
Pan: << Scott, open the door please. >>
Scott: << OK, what's the code? >>
Pan smiled. << You can work it out yourself. This is a security system designed to keep out animals, robots and other unintelligent beings. I'll give you a clue; what you see on those buttons is a numbering system. Another clue; don't use too much of your considerable intelligence to solve it. >>
Derek giggled.
Scott got the impression that the solution was extremely easy. He pressed the buttons in order I, II, III, and IIII.
There was a resonant clunk from inside the wall. The door swung open.
Derek cheered as best he could in the thin air but it was not loud. "Well done, Scott."
Scott smiled wryly.
They trooped inside. They were in a dimly lit passageway devoid of any decoration. The walls seemed to be glowing. Derek pointed out that the hill, an artificial structure, was built of quartz blocks. The sunlight falling on the hill shone through the transparent quartz and illuminated the interior through the walls. The structure had originally been built as a five-sided pyramid but the sands of Mars blowing in the wind over the aeons had eroded it to a smooth hill.
Scott caught Derek's excitement. He understood that this hill, this structure, was not built by human hands. In fact it was far older than the human race itself. He himself was fascinated. He too was excited by what they were in.
They followed the curving passage into a large chamber lit by the sunlight percolating through the translucent walls and ceiling.
In front of them was what looked like a large glass case. Inside it Scott saw a big green creature about two metres (6'7") tall with four thin arms and two thin legs. It looked like a giant insect except it had bulging normal-looking eyes like a frog. Its green face looked peculiar and rather like an insect. Its mouth parts were horizontally opposed like those of a grasshopper or praying mantis with a vertical slit between them; that was the mouth.
<< What the fuck is that thing? >> Scott was amazed.
Pan laughed. So did Derek.
Derek: << That 'thing' is a three-dimensional hologram of one of the builders of this hill. He was one of the race we call the Wayfarers. He and his mates built this hill about 70 million years ago. They came to Earth when the dinosaurs were roaming the planet. >>
Scott: << Golly gosh! That's the first alien I've ever seen. >>
Pan: << The Wayfarers are a people who wandered across the galaxy in giant space ships founding colonies on suitable planets that they discovered. They arrived here in the Solar System and wanted to build a colony on Earth. Earth was then, and is now, a beautiful planet filled with bountiful life, ideal for a settlement of these people. I wouldn't let them settle here. >>
Scott: << Why not? >>
Pan: << I was guiding the evolution of life on Earth and I certainly didn't want a bunch of aliens coming in and mucking things up. I had super powers then and a demonstration convinced the Wayfarers that it would be unwise to go against me. So the Wayfarers stayed as my guests for a while then moved on. They had considerable resources in their ships, enough to found colonies on the planets that they discovered as they wandered across the galaxy but they realised that I would have obliterated everything that they built. I would have made life impossible for them and tossed them off the planet. >>
Derek drew Scott's attention to a bronze wheel with a handle on the base of the cabinet. Scott saw that what he thought was glass was actually some kind of plastic. Derek used his psychokinetic power to make the wheel turn. Scott found himself looking at the alien's insides.
Scott: <+ ? +>
Derek: << You've heard of CAT scans? Or MRI scans? This works on the same sort of principle. They scanned the body from head to toe and constructed a holographic movie from the scans. You turn the wheel and the scan moves back and forth through the virtual body. Look! You can see all its internal organs. >>
Scott took the handle in his hand and turned the wheel, which spun easily. He scanned back and forth through the hologram looking at the alien's innards. All the internal organs were labelled in an alien script that made no sense to Scott. Pan helpfully translated them telepathically. The alien's anatomy and physiology was so different that Scott had difficulty making sense of Pan's descriptions.
Derek laughed: << You'll learn soon enough. It took me a week or two to learn. >>
Scott: << You know, it's incredible that this thing works so well after, how long, seventy million years? >>
Pan: << Yes, that's right. They certainly built things to last. It was all in the right choice of design and materials. >>
They moved on to another display cabinet. This contained a diorama of a group of the aliens who appeared to be talking with Pan. In the background was a forest of exotic-looking tree-like plants such as cycads, tree ferns and horsetails. It looked completely different to the modern-day forests. Near the group was a silvery six-wheeled vehicle like a small bus. It belonged to the Wayfarers.
Scott turned the bronze wheel protruding from the base of the cabinet. He felt gears engage and a flywheel start up. The flywheel regulated the speed at which Scott could turn the wheel.
A scratchy sound of talking came from what sounded like a loudspeaker in the base of the cabinet. Scott was so surprised he stopped turning the wheel.
Pan: << That's us talking. >>
Derek: << It's bloody amazing when you think about it that you can still hear their voices after all this time. Fancy, seventy million years! It shows you what their technology was like. >>
Pan: << Their technology was not all that advanced. A human engineer or scientist from the twentieth century would have understood it. But it is the simple technologies that withstand the test of time. >>
Scott: << How do they show these moving three-dimensional pictures? >>
Pan and Derek together: << Holograms. >>
Derek continued: << There are these clear panels made from a kind of glass that have the diffraction patterns engraved into them. As they move relative to one another, the 3-D pictures appear to move. >>
Scott: << We could use that on Earth. There'd be a real market for moving 3-D pictures. >>
Derek: << Just one problem. It's horribly expensive trying to mimic that kind of technology. The effort in engraving the diffraction patterns alone would cost many millions of dollars. To put something like that in your living room would cost tens of millions of dollars. Only the filthy rich could afford something like that. >>
Scott: << How come these aliens, what you call them, the Wayfarers, could do this and leave these things here on Mars? >>
Derek: << They knew how to do it. >>
Pan: << They had the machines to take the stereo video recordings and make these displays without too much trouble. You humans don't have them, well, not yet. I'm sure you'll invent the technology soon enough. >>
Scott: << Do you know how to do it? >>
Pan: << No. I've never bothered to find out. >>
Scott: << Why are they called the Wayfarers? >>
Derek: << Because they wandered from planet to planet right across the galaxy. >>
Scott << How were their ships powered? Did they have a faster-than- light drive? >>
Pan: << No, they did not possess a faster-than-light drive. The ships were powered by ion jets powered by nuclear fission fast breeder reactors running on uranium, thorium, neptunium, plutonium or any other fissionable radioactive metals they could find. They used quite primitive technology that any twentieth-century human could understand. >>
Scott: << How come the name Wayfarer? >>
Scott was thinking of the old 1960s vintage Chrysler Valiant Wayfarer utility belonging to Mr Robertson back in Ringtail Springs. Mr Robertson had inherited it from his late father and had done it up to showroom condition as a showpiece.
Derek projected an image of Elizabeth Kursky. She had come up with the name after the song cycle 'Songs of a Wayfarer' by Gustav Mahler. She liked singing that song cycle.
At that time, Elizabeth was one of the few humans along with her husband Peter Kursky and Hal Wray who knew about the museum left by the Wayfarers on Mars. Hal was the first human visitor to the museum when he discovered it on a trip to Mars. He asked Pan about it and Pan filled in the details.
Scott: << Why did they leave this here? >>
Derek: << For our benefit. When an intelligent race capable of space travel finally evolved on Earth, they would travel to Mars and perchance find this museum. It would let them know that they are not the only intelligent race in the universe. In other words, we are not alone. >>
<< Where are they now? >>
Derek and Pan looked at one another. Scott felt the sadness emanating from them both.
Pan: << They're extinct, wiped out by the perfect soldiers who deemed them to be lives unworthy of life. >>
Scott was angry. << Bastards! Why does this sort of thing happen? Why does God allow this sort of thing to happen? How come God allows all this evil to happen? >>
Pan put his arm around Scott's mighty shoulders.
Pan: << That is the problem of evil, Scott. It is a thorny philosophical question that has occupied many fine human minds for many centuries. I have a relatively simple answer though. Let me take the particular example of the world of Planet Earth and the human race living upon it. You are familiar with it. I shall generalise to the galaxy as a whole.
Evil is not caused by natural occurrences. For example, an earthquake is not in itself evil. The destruction caused by an earthquake is a tragedy for the humans involved but it is a tragedy, nothing more. It is not evil. In fact, without earthquakes continually reshaping the surface of the Earth, there would be no land at all above the water. The entire surface of the Earth would be covered by water. All land would have been eroded away into the oceans. So earthquakes are necessary on Earth for the continual renewal of the land on which you humans live.
If a leopard carries away a child of a villager and eats the child, it is not evil. It is doing what it is designed to do. The leopard is a predatory animal that must kill other animals in order to eat. To some leopards, human children represent easy prey. However, the leopard that preys on humans puts itself at risk unknowingly because the villagers will hunt down the leopard and try to kill it, thus removing the threat to their well-being.
Life on Earth presents many hazards because Earth is geologically active planet and also there are many dangerous life forms such as predatory animals like leopards, lions, tigers, wolves and sharks. Without such hazards, there would have been no evolution. The human race would never have evolved without facing the hazards in their environment. An intelligent race would never evolve on a planet with no hazards. And a planet with no hazards would be a dead planet on which nothing ever occurs; no life would exist there.
Humans in the course of their evolution from apes faced many hazards from being trampled by a rhinoceros through being gored by a bovine to being eaten by a big cat such as a lion, leopard or the frightful sabre-toothed Dinofelis. They evolved intelligence in order to face and win over the hazards that threatened them.
Evil is a different phenomenon. Evil is the deliberate, conscious act of an intelligent being. It is human beings who bring evil into the world of Earth. A man who savagely beats a child commits an act of evil. Someone who steals from another person commits an act of evil. A person who deliberately kills another person commits an act of evil.
Scott, you have always been a big strong lad. When you have on occasion bullied other children smaller and weaker than yourself at school, you have committed acts of evil. >>
Scott reddened hot with embarrassment and shame. He knew that Pan was right.
Pan kept his arm around Scott's shoulder and patted Scott's deltoid muscle affectionately. He went on.
<< That said, those acts you committed were in the greater scale of things relatively petty. Harmful as bullying is to the bullied, it pales into insignificance alongside the great atrocities committed by members of the human race in the past centuries. I know full well, Scott, that you have pledged yourself to the service of the Lord God Most High. You know from Derek's experience that the Lord God will not tolerate any acts of evil being committed by His agents and officers, no matter how petty. And I sincerely hope that you will never need to repeat that lesson yourself.
Both your grandfathers fought in World War II against the Germans and the Japanese who committed fearful, brutal atrocities against the subject populations of their empires. The Nazis in Germany had a policy of exterminating people they deemed unfit to live, or lives unworthy of life. The German expression the Nazis used was 'Lebensunwertes Leben'. They used this policy to justify the extermination of all those they deemed abnormal, deviants, inferior or 'causing social unrest', people such as men who loved other men or homosexuals, people with disabilities both mental and physical, the mentally ill, political dissidents, people in mixed race marriages, criminals, Jews, Communists, Christian clergy, Roma or gipsies and any non-white people. The Nazis committed a heinous, terrible evil when they performed a mass slaughter of all these people. They killed six million Jews, six million Poles and twenty million Russians and Ukrainians in this horrific holocaust. The Nazis brought a terrible evil into the world by their acts. These were considered, planned and deliberate acts of intelligent beings. The Nazis were humans whose minds by their choice were operating in the evil mode.
The perfect soldiers have the same kind of mind-set, except they always operate in the evil mode. They have a deliberate policy of exterminating all those whom they deem unworthy of life, all those races they deem too inferior to be allowed to continue living. That included my race and the Wayfarers.
The history of the human race is replete with examples of evil deeds done by humans to one another, to animals, plants and the rest of the environment. Human beings are capable of evil and they have done many evil things.
The point is that the natural world is neither good nor evil. It is morally neutral. The things that happen in the natural environment are a part of the natural order of things, despite the fact that these happenings may bring much misery to human beings. If a volcano erupts and the lava flows destroys the homes of many people, that is not evil, that is the result of living near a volcano to grow crops on the rich fertile soil.
Humans, like other intelligent beings, have free will. They are not directed to act in certain ways by instincts. They can do whatever they will. There are no limits set to what they can do. Free will is an essential attribute of intelligence. Every intelligent being has the quality of free will. That means that intelligent beings, including humans, are free to do both good things and evil things. In other words, evil is a direct result of intelligent beings like humans exercising their free will to do what they want when they are being selfish and harming or exploiting others. Like a robber baron enriches himself by stealing from and exploiting others.
As Derek has explained earlier, there are five forms of intelligence. Even an evil intelligence may choose to perform good acts; that is quite possible although unusual. A perfect intelligence may choose to perform an evil deed; again that is quite possible although rare. A neutral intelligence will do either, whatever is apparently in his best interests.
Human beings have evolved to possess divine intelligence. You humans are unique.
However, humans are like other intelligent life forms in that they are fully capable of doing good acts, evil acts and neutral acts. On Earth, humans are the only source of evil because they are the only beings that have free will. Likewise, they are the only source of good. The great religions of Earth teach that it is much better to do only that which is good. For example, the Ten Commandments brought down from the Lord God by the great Jewish prophet Moses at Mount Sinai during the Jewish Exodus from Egypt are a guide to doing good and avoiding evil.
Morality is the glue that holds civilisations together. In the human context, morality and ethics build trust between members of a community, large or small and that allows a civilisation to flourish and become glorious and splendid.
Enlightened beings know that every one of their actions have consequences, no matter how trivial. Each action sets up a train of consequences. Therefore a wise and enlightened person considers carefully each act he performs or word he utters. He does not want to do something that will have evil consequences.
When a man fucks another person, it is likely to be a life-changing experience for the person being fucked, especially if the man doing the fucking is a superhuman god. You both can attest to that. You have both been transformed by being fucked by gods. Yes, Scott, Derek is a god and so are you.
The point is, it is only intelligent beings that bring evil into a world or galaxy. The reason is that intelligent beings have free will, which is an essential attribute of intelligence. Likewise, it is only intelligent beings that bring good into a world or galaxy. The natural world is neither good nor evil. You humans, as superhuman agents of the Lord God, are expected to bring a lot of good into the world and the universe. >>
Scott: << Would the perfect soldiers wipe us humans out? >>
Pan: << I doubt that very much, not with you supermen standing guard over the rest of the human race, not to mention the STD sphere. You supermen simply would not let them wipe out the human race. I would think that pretty soon within a few decades from now, most of the human race will have become superhuman. >>
Scott: << Could you change the perfect soldiers' nature, like transform them with love like have sex with them? >>
Derek snorted. << They're fucking ugly! >>
Pan: << The perfect soldiers never have sex. Sex is simply not part of their lives. They are artificial life forms. They cannot reproduce by themselves. They don't have sexes like most earthly life forms. There is only one sex of perfect soldiers, which I suppose is neuter. New perfect soldiers are produced in artificial eggs or wombs in giant factories that turn them out by the million. They are 'born' full-sized and are trained quickly to become soldiers. No one has ever tried fucking a perfect soldier up the cloaca, which is like an arsehole and urinary tract combined. Sex has no meaning for them. They have no concept of sexual pleasure, not like humans who revel in sexual pleasure. In fact, the perfect soldiers have absolutely no concept of any sensual pleasure at all. >>
Scott: << I could try fucking one and see what happens. >>
Derek: << You would be bloody brave. >>
Pan: << I suspect that you would be wasting your time and energy. You may just end up hurting it. However, you could give it a try. >>
Scott: << What do the perfect soldiers look like? >>
Pan: << There was a movie called 'Alien' that came out in 1979 and it was followed by a series of sequels. >>
Scott: << I know! Robbie, my brother, bought a set of the DVDs a couple of years ago and I've seen some of them. They're pretty horrible. >>
Pan: << Well, the Alien in those movies is not a bad approximation of the perfect soldier but without all the extra bits and pieces. The Alien gives you some idea of what the perfect soldier looks like. The man who designed the Alien, H. R. Giger, somehow tuned into the Universe and came up with the design of the movie monster based on the perfect soldier. It's not a perfect likeness but you get the idea. >>
Pan transmitted a picture of a perfect soldier.
Scott: << I see. >>
Derek suggested that Scott continue turning the brass wheel in the display cabinet. Scott did so.
After a few minutes of watching Pan talking to the Wayfarers, Derek sensed that Scott was getting bored. He showed Scott a lever to press to speed things up. The holographic movie sped up and the sound became a high-pitched gabble. Scott slowed the movie down again when he saw an enormous Tyrannosaurus Rex covered in a thin but gaudy coat of yellow, green and black feathers approach the group. It came in between the group and the six-wheeled vehicle, cutting them off. It towered over the group. It opened its toothy maw and made to grab one of the aliens. They reacted in horror but they did not appear to be armed. Pan raised his hand and shot an electric spark at the giant dinosaur's muzzle. The crack was audible through the speakers. The animal shrieked in pain and terror, reared up, turned tail and ran away bellowing into the forest.
Scott laughed. << You showed him! You showed him good and proper! >>
Pan: << I wasn't going to let that tyrannosaurus eat one of my guests. That would never do. >>
They wandered through the museum and tried out many of the other display cabinets. Scott was elected to turn the wheel.
One cabinet showed Pan with a small herd of gaudily feathered velociraptors that stood nearly as tall as he was. They knew Pan. He was quite a bit shorter than the Wayfarers. The aliens were cautious about approaching the velociraptors with their fearsome teeth and claws. However, the dinosaurs loved Pan scratching them on the backs of their heads and rubbing their necks. They arched and craned their necks.
Pan: << Velociraptors are related to modern birds. They are not dissimilar. >>
A cabinet showed Pan teasing a tyrannosaurus by flying around just above its head like a magpie annoying a dog. The huge beast leapt up at Pan fruitlessly snapping its enormous toothy jaws. The dinosaur was leaping clear of the ground. There was a loud thump every time the animal landed on the ground again on its huge hind legs. It sounded like a pile driver.
Derek: << That's pretty athletic for an animal weighing about six or seven tons. Just imagine an elephant trying to do that. It just couldn't. >>
In another cabinet the group saw a gigantic pterodactyl gliding above a group of Wayfarers. It was the size of a light aeroplane like a Cessna. The aliens looked up in awe at the huge flying reptile. It circled around the group once and flew away over the trees. There was a silvery alien six-wheeled vehicle in the background.
Scott: << I'm curious about those vehicles with the six large wheels belonging to the Wayfarers. A mate of mine has a radio-controlled toy monster bus that looks like that. How do those vehicles of the Wayfarers work? How big are they? >>
Derek: << They probably were a bit like your mate's toy, except they were full size. >>
Pan: << They were like a bus in that they held up to sixteen Wayfarers who, as you have noticed, were as tall as a tall human. They were an all-terrain vehicle the size of a small bus with an electric motor driving each wheel. The power came from lithium-based batteries that packed a lot of energy. They were charged from the space ships that landed on Earth. Similar technology exists on Earth. One of the Wayfarers drove the bus. The vehicles could travel at speeds up to 120 kilometres per hour (75 mph) on smooth ground or human-style highways and they had a range of about 600 kilometres (375 miles). However, they travelled a lot slower on rough ground. The Wayfarers didn't like being shaken about too much. They were more delicate than humans. >>
Other cabinets showed Pan and the Wayfarers with various dinosaurs and other animals from that time. One cabinet showed a Wayfarer giving a long and learned illustrated dissertation on the life forms of Earth as they were then. Scott could not understand a word and quickly lost interest.
Pan: << I could tell you all about it if you like. >>
Scott: << Yeah, whatever. Maybe some other time. >>
Pan smiled tolerantly. << Obviously not now. Mind you, that dissertation is a most valuable document to palaeontologists. It is packed with useful information about life on Earth during the Cretaceous Era. >>
Scott found a cabinet displaying what appeared to be a model space- ship. It was a bulky, rather ugly and ungainly looking thing covered with angular bumps and protrusions.
Derek: << I don't go much for the aesthetics of the design. >>
Pan: << There's no need for aesthetics or streamlining in space. That ship was about 150 kilometres (90 miles) long. It was truly enormous. And those giant ships never landed on a planet. They would never be able to get off again from a planet like Earth. Their engines were not strong enough to lift up their tremendous mass against the planet's gravity. The ships always sent out smaller scout and lighter ships from their internal hangars to make planetfall. >>
Scott turned the wheel protruding from the base of the display cabinet. The display showed various cross-sections of the ship. Each part was labelled in the alien script. Pan translated. Scott was very interested. He saw the engines and the nuclear reactors driving them. He saw the storerooms, cabins, kitchens, dining rooms and living rooms. The ship was like a city in space. The Wayfarers had no means of keeping themselves in suspended animation. They lived and died upon the ships. Pan told him that the dead bodies were recycled into food for the crew. All the waste was recycled into useful nutrients. The ships carried seeds of useful plants and eggs of useful animals but they were only for use in the colonies founded by the great ships. Until then they were kept frozen.
When they had finished looking at the exhibits, Derek came up behind Scott, wrapped his thick muscular arms around Scott's chest and nuzzled Scott's back.
Derek: << Scott, you are one great big sexy hunk of muscle. >>
Scott: << Derek, you're enough to make a guy seriously horny. >>
Pan laughed. << Outside please gentlemen, if you are going to do that sort of thing. >>
They made their way out of the quartz building. Scott's and Derek's swinging cocks were stiffening as they walked.
Derek opened the door outside. They went out and the door shut behind them with a clunk.
Standing out in the red sand, Derek walked up behind Scott with his mighty erect cock and poked it in between Scott's massive thighs. He relished Scott's splendid bubble butt. He ran his hands over the magnificent musculature of Scott's abdomen and chest.
Scott leant back against Derek and relished his ministrations. His cock stiffened up like a steel bar and stood out in front of him. Derek stroked it gently and made Scott even more aroused.
Pan leaned against a boulder and watched the two human males commencing their activity.
Soon Derek's cock was probing in between the cheeks of Scott's arse. The cock head soon found Scott's arsehole and poked up against it.
Scott was panting with desire in the thin Martian air. He felt the pressure of Derek's cock head against his anus. His arsehole relaxed and admitted Derek's pushing cock into his rectum. Scott gasped. Derek's thick hard cock thrust into him, up his arse and bumped up against his large and sensitive prostate. Derek bumped his cock head against Scott's prostate a number of times, stoking the fires of Scott's passion even further. Then Derek thrust his cock further up into Scott's colon until it was deeply imbedded inside Scott's torso.
Scott thought happily while he felt Derek's cock thrusting up into his bowels: << Oh fuck!! I'm being fucked on Mars! I'm being fucked by Derek on Mars! >>
He peeked into Derek's mind and saw it was a roiling maelstrom of turbulent desire. Derek loved and lusted after Scott. He thought Scott was the most wonderful and sexy being on Earth, or Mars.
Scott was swept up by that maelstrom of desire. He loved Derek's cock ramming up into his body right up to his pounding heart. He relished Derek's strong hands playing over his chest and abdomen.
He felt the pressure build up in his groin around Derek's ravishing cock up his arsehole. The pressure burst and he cried out as he joyfully blew large quantities of his semen out the end of his mighty cock.
He was startled by a series of loud explosions.
His semen exploded as it hit the ground leaving little craters all around him. He felt Derek's body tense up mightily against him. Derek cried out as he too roared into orgasm. Scott could feel Derek's hot semen gush into his inmost bowels in the depths of his torso.
Scott was still surprised. However, his orgasm continued unabated with a loud fusillade of seminal splats exploding as they hit the ground. Dimly amongst the orgasmic tumult, he wondered what was causing his semen to explode so noisily. Also dimly, he was aware of Pan laughing fit to bust.
His orgasm continued, intertwined as it was with Derek's orgasm. They became a towering pillar of orgasmic fire. The explosions continued punctuating their combined orgasms.
Finally their orgasmic tumult came to a halt. Scott's seminal emissions slowed to a dribble. The last drop of his semen exploded with a loud bang when it hit the ground between their feet.
He looked up and saw Pan rolling around on the ground, helpless with laughter. Derek continued holding Scott tightly around the waist with his muscular arms. He rested his head against the back of Scott's neck. His cock was still stiff up inside Scott's torso. His head was filled with thoughts like <+ Fuck, Scott, you are fucking magnificent! You are fucking gorgeous! You are fucking glorious! Oh man, oh man, what a wonderful fuck! +>
Scott's mind was filling with questions. Pan was no help. He was seized by helpless fits of laughter. He was still rolling around on the ground laughing.
Derek kissed the back of Scott's neck. He rubbed his fingers against Scott's stiff nipples. Scott heaved a sigh. Derek loved feeling Scott's massive muscular chest expanding in his arms.
Scott: << Stop it please Derek. I want an explanation. Why is my semen exploding? >>
Derek giggled. An explanation formed in his mind.
<< A little bit of chemistry. Ferric superoxide, or iron superoxide. It is a very powerful oxidising agent formed by the ultraviolet light from the sun reacting with the iron oxide in the soil of Mars over hundreds of millions of years. Iron superoxide is very unstable. It decomposes explosively when it comes into contact with a reducing agent like your semen. When your semen hits the ground here on Mars, it reacts with the iron superoxide and causes it to explode. >>
<< Why is Pan laughing so much? >>
Pan settled down to only frequent fits of giggles. He managed to get up onto his feet and he shook the red sand out of his hairy body like a dog. He was still sniggering like a schoolboy who'd heard a dirty joke.
Pan grinned widely. << When your semen started exploding on the ground in front of you, the expression on your face was priceless. You didn't know whether to keep on getting fucked by Derek, or whether to stop and find out what was going on, or what. Scott, you're the funniest man. >>
Scott smirked. << Yeah, sure. >>
<< You two are both real hotties. >>
<< Thanks. >>
<< May I fuck you too please? >>
<< I guess so. My arsehole is nice and relaxed and well lubricated now. >>
<< Why don't we make it a threesome? Derek, you can come and do me too. >>
<< Why not? >>
Pan's thick penis stiffened rapidly in anticipation. It was 45 centimetres (18 inches) long, disproportionately long and fat for a being of his stature. The shaft was covered with thick hard white angular lumps and bumps. The cock head had a ring of small curved yellow horns surrounding the piss slit like on some kind of sea creature. The skin on the penis in between the lumps and bumps was bright purple.
Scott's eyes widened. << That's a freaky monster of a cock! >>
Pan grinned lasciviously. << All the better to fuck you with. I know you can take it. >>
Derek's eyes glittered as he grinned. << Don't worry, mate. I've had that cock up my arse quite a lot of times and I survived the experience. >>
Pan suggested they move to a fresh patch of red sand so that the next round of sex would go off with lots of bangs as well. The area where they were standing was pockmarked with small craters as if it had a bad case of acne.
They moved.
Pan ran his hands over Scott's powerfully muscled body appreciating every bulge of Scott's huge muscles. He revelled in Scott's mighty, thickly muscled arms, his massive shoulders, his stallion's neck, the thick bulging plates of pectoral muscles, the bulging cobblestones of his abdomen, the hard muscular hemispheres of his bubble butt, the muscular symphony of his back and the mighty bulging tree-trunks of his thighs. Pan was rapt in admiration. Scott was magnificent.
Scott delighted in the attention. Pan's appreciative hands roving over his body aroused him to a high pitch of sexual desire. He wanted more sex. He was ready and rearing to go.
Pan lubriciously massaged Scott's cock with his force-field lubricated hands. Scott's cock rapidly stiffened into a thick steely hard rod of flesh 40 centimetres (16 inches) long. Pan locked the erection in place.
He went behind Scott, held him firmly by his waist and probed with his cock head for Scott's arsehole.
Scott gasped when the horns on Pan's cock head made contact with his anal pucker. He willed himself to relax and was flooded with vibrations of love from Pan. His arsehole opened up and admitted Pan's horny cock head. Pan stopped briefly. The sensations in Scott's anal canal were incredible. Pan pushed in a little more. The horns on Pan's cock head made contact with Scott's large sensitive prostate. Scott had a sharp intake of breath. There were massive sensations coming from his prostate and groin perilously close to pain but it was extremely arousing sexually. The only thing anything like this that Scott had felt before was the electric Monster Dildo that he had tried while Derek was away interstate. The sensations from Pan's cock were even more intense.
Pan bumped his cock horns against Scott's large prostate several times, stimulating it powerfully. Scott groaned each time. He broke out into a profuse sweat all over. Pan rubbed his hands over Scott's sweaty torso revelling in its big bulging muscles.
He pushed his cock slowly further up Scott's arsehole. As he did so, the lumps and bumps on the shaft of his penis scraped and bumped against his prostate. At the same time, the cock horns scraped against the inside of Scott's bowels and against the internal organs. Scott went into rigors of agonised ecstasy.
Pan withdrew his cock a little and pushed it in a little higher up Scott's colon. He kept on doing it until the cock horns were surrounding Scott's beating heart. Scott moaned each time Pan pushed his cock further in until Pan had his cock fully all the way up inside him. The sensations were incredible. They were electric.
Derek sensed that Pan was all the way up inside Scott's magnificent torso. He grabbed Pan by his little goat's tail and planted his cock head up against the entrance of Pan's arsehole. Pan's anus relaxed quickly and easily. With a few vigorous thrusts, Derek had his cock fully imbedded up Pan's arsehole. Pan was beside himself with joy. He was the meat in a double fuck sandwich. His feet were lifted up off the ground by the force of Derek's thrusts. He delighted in having Derek's enormous smooth fat human penis thrust up his arsehole while at the same time having his alien penis thrust up Scott's arsehole.
He and Derek synchronised their thrusts. Scott groaned with each of Pan's thrusts into him. At the same time he could feel each of Derek's thrusts into Pan. His mighty body thrummed with the sensations coursing through his torso.
As the storm of sensations mounted, Pan overrode Scott's invulnerability. Pan's fingers lengthened into clawed claspers like eagles' talons that penetrated the thick wall of muscle of Scott's waist. The clawed claspers drove through the hard muscle into Scott's abdominal cavity. This enabled Pan to maintain an irremovable grip on Scott's mighty heaving body.
Waves of ecstatic pain coursed through Scott's torso. He knew he could take it. He knew he was incredibly strong and tough and powerful. He knew he was immortal and indestructible. He had faith that Pan and Derek would restore him to his former state. He found himself revelling in the pain and pleasure of the sensations coursing through his mighty superhuman body.
With the combined effects of thrusting into Scott's tremendously muscular torso and Derek's mighty cock thrusting into his own body, Pan came into a gigantic orgasm. His body stiffened all over. He became rigid. The horns on his cock head clasped around Scott's pounding heart like a clawed hand holding it firmly.
The lumps and bumps on his penis opened up into sharp-pointed tendrils that burst through the walls of Scott's bowels and penetrated every organ inside Scott's body. One sharp tendril from the base of Pan's penis penetrated Scott's large prostate. Other tendrils penetrated his liver, kidneys, stomach, pancreas, heart, lungs and various other organs.
At the same time Pan exploded into orgasm, so did Scott and Derek simultaneously. Scott screamed in the intensity of his orgasmic agony and ecstasy. Derek roared as he squirted his spunk deep into Pan's insides. He clasped Pan fervently, lost in the firestorm of his orgasm.
Pan ejaculated his divine fiery spunk through all the tendrils snaking through the interior of Scott's torso into all his internal organs. Scott was riven and transfused with Pan's divine energy. Never before had Scott felt such pain and joy, agony and ecstasy, terror and love, being split asunder and reassembled anew. Scott was being authorised, permitted and encouraged to actualise himself as an awesome, powerful and potent god.
A cannonade of explosions echoed about them as Scott's spunk exploded on contact with the red sand. The concussions bounced back from the low surrounding hills. Little craters appeared as the explosions sprayed sand all around them.
Blue and purple lightning played over the three. Derek and Pan amplified each other in a runaway feedback loop of love and power. They poured huge amounts of energy into Scott. Scott felt as if he were caught up in a thunderstorm of cyclonic fury; all the energy was being beamed into him. He grew and expanded until he felt like a planet-sized being. He was being forged and educated as a god of power and might, a god of thunder and lightning like Thor. He was being educated as a god of fearsomely huge currents of energy, a god who can make things move, a god who can do great things, a god of great creative and destructive power. He screamed with power, energy and love. He was a most powerful, puissant and potent god.
Scott's mind stretched out and merged with Derek, Pan and the Almighty Triune God. He was One with All in blissful ecstatic communion. He was a firestorm of energy. He was a supernova. He was a mighty god.
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