Well, now I’ve heard everything. Apparently scientist have discovered that a good number of interstellar gas clouds scattered about the universe are made mostly of alcohol, the exact same alcohol found in beer.

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Huh? One of these gigantic breweries located in the constellation Aquila, is called G-34.3 and this thing is gigantic – 1000 times the size of our Solar System and choc full of brewskies. There’s enough alcohol in this cloud alone to supply 300 PINTS OF BEER PER DAY, TO EVERY PERSON ON THE PLANET FOR THE NEXT BILLION YEARS! That’s a lot of hangovers!

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Apparently these clouds start off as nothing more than a loosely organized collection of dust. But these dust particles are lonely, so they begin to seek out each other and clump together. This attracts the even lonelier molecules of water, hydrogen and carbon dioxide. Before long they’re all clumped together, like a football team in a huddle, arm in arm, singing Cum-Ba-Ya.

Once this molecule “chain” is formed a metamorphosis takes place. The chemical reaction of their bonding cause this “chain” of molecules to become one, known as a complex molecule.  And guess what complex molecule these clouds are made of? You guessed it, ethyl alcohol, the exact same alcohol found in beer.

But as with all things, there is a drawback. This “beer” isn’t “pure.” Although these clouds are around 90% alcohol, the other 10% is made up of stuff like hydrogen cyanide, carbon monoxide, ammonia and several other really nasty chemicals that would kill you, or at least give you a really bad headache.

Sorry, Homer Simpson.

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Okay folks, at long last, here it is! Episode 1 of the highly acclaimed and long awaited show dedicated to all things “Star Trek.”

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Wow! It’s hard to believe that George W. Bush is no longer my President. If you’ll excuse me, I must take a moment of silence to thank God for our last 8 years and pray for the next 4.

Amen. Thank you. I’m sure some of you are thinking, Stan, are you kidding? Well, no, I’m not.

If you believe everything the “drive by” media says, I can understand why you might feel that way. They’ve razzed poor old George ever since he took out Saddam Hussein.

But if you’ll remember, right after 9/11, most everyone was rallying behind old George. His approval rating was better than any other President’s in history. Back then, it was red, white and blue as the stars and stripes were flying everywhere. And just for a little while, most Americans were puffed-chest with patriotism and wanted pay-back for what those guys had done on our soil.

So old George took the reins and led the charge. We went to war. Then something happened. The horrible reality of war began pervading every aspect of our lives. Images of people blowing themselves up on nearly a daily basis soon became a little too grotesque for us to handle. To some, pay-back began to taste extremely bitter.

Before long, many folks began questioning our war actions, saying that “pay-back” was wrong, that we brought the 9/11 disaster on ourselves by sticking our nose into their country’s business. That the guys who flew into the Twin Towers were just giving us The Shipping News divx a little “pay-back” and were somehow justified in doing so.  I remember hearing someone say that although it was tragic, 3000 people dying was a small price to pay for what we did to them.

That got the attention of the press, a nice controversial nugget that would certainly boost ratings for a while.  Before long, we became the bad guys. And who was still leading the charge? Why, old George, of course. Poor old George was still out there, leading the pack before realizing that most everyone behind him had turned tail and ran.

Soon, the press had convinced much of America that we were the ones committing the atrocities in a senseless war. And who’s fault was it? Why, old George’s, of course.

To make matters worse, George is not a real personable guy.  Although I thought he was a good President, I’ll be the first to admit his charm and charisma are, well, non-existent. He’s got close-set, beady eyes and many times comes across as a stupid, “bratty” kid. I believe his demeanor and appearance only added to the Republican Party’s popularity loss.

Enter one politically inexperienced, but very charming Democratic Senator. In the blink of an eye this guy came out of nowhere and apparently took Americans by storm. Why? Because he’s got charisma, he “calms” people and that’s just what everyone seems to need right now – assurance that’s it’s all going to be fine in 2009 – and beyond.

Personally, I felt George W. Bush was a good President and got a really bad rap. If one will look past his lack of charm you’ll see a very intelligent, thoughtful guy who did what he figured was best for his country, not for himself. I can’t name one thing he did that benefited only him or his cronies. Can you?

I’ll miss George W. Bush as President, but am glad he’s coming home to Texas after all these years. I may just take a trip to Midland and visit with old George for a while, maybe go fishing, help him with his biography.

Now that he’s not leading the charge anymore, he should have a little more time on his hands.

According to Wikipedia, The Rapture is a prophesied event in Christian eschatology, in which Christians are suddenly taken from the earth to participate in the Second Coming of Christ. Christians who have died are to be resurrected to participate in the coming of Christ along with those who are still living at the time of the event.

Previously, we looked at where all the living folks that will disappear from the Earth will end up – apparently in the clouds, naked, hanging out with Jesus and all the other people who have previously died and have been resurrected.  Now, according to Philippians, for these “living” folks to get into heaven, Jesus must first “transform” their bodies into into a body like His because human bodies can’t enter Heaven.

Wait a minute, I thought all the people who have previously died were already in Heaven. But according to the “Rapturist,” that’s not true and they site this passage from 1 Thessalonians as their evidence… For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. I assume “asleep” means dead. So, after I’ve died, I still have to wait until the second coming of Christ before I get to go to Heaven? I don’t think so. That’s not what Jesus said.

Wikkipedia  also cites several other passages from the Bible that the “Rapturist” claim backs up their story. However, to me, these passages could apply to anything. Here’s just a couple…

In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also. (John 14:2–3) Huh? I don’t hear Jesus saying a thing about naked bodies floating in the air with him.

Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed— in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?” (1 Corinthians 15:49–55)

So… where’s the part about the Rapture?

Even the Rapturist can’t agree on when and how this event will take place. Some warn the Rapture is well upon us, that all the pre-Rapture prophecies have already been fulfilled. Other say that’s horse-hockey and that there are several requirement that have yet to be met before the Rapture can begin. Such as…

1. The nations of the world must unify their currency onto a universal standard.
2. There will be peace in Israel (Ezekiel 38).
3. There will be a one-world government, to correspond to the 7th beast of Revelation, prior to the Antichrist’s 8th beast government.
4. The Jewish temple in Jerusalem must be rebuilt in its original place.
5. Observance of Old Testament commandments concerning animal sacrifices must be reinstated.
6. There will be a great falling away and the Antichrist will be revealed. 2 Thessalonians 2

Number 4 is the one that intrigues me. When I see that big golden dome coming down on the temple that’s there now, I might start looking at this Rapture thing with a little more seriousness. But I haven’t seen any wrecking balls lurking around the Temple and doubt very much that it will ever happen.

I believe it’s all that visual imagery conjured up in the human imagination with words like “clouds,” “air” and “transforming bodies” that creates these beliefs. Much the way our imagery of Hell comes from a work of poetry called Divine Comedy written in the early 1300’s by a fellow named Dante Alighieri.

Nowhere in the Bible does it say that bad people are going to roast, carry heavy boulders on their backs or tear each other from limb to limb for eternity. The Bible defines Hell as eternal separation from God, not the pit of a volcano.

All of that imagery comes from one of Dante’s poems called the Inferno. But somehow, someway, an alarming number of Christians believe that it comes straight from the Bible and that it is what God has in store for us bad boys and girls.

I suppose I find the concept of the Rapture so hard to swallow because it portrays God dishing out some pretty cruel and unusual punishment. To me, God is love, not retribution. He quit that behavior after the flood and promised he’d never kill us off again. I believe that meant directly or indirectly and I simply don’t see God as so inhumane, he’d  “take” your loved ones away while you suffer for seven years on Earth, then die a horrible death.

Imagine if you were one of the “Raptured Ones.” Would you want to see someone you love, who may not be a firm believer yet is still a good person, suffer miserably at the hands of God while you have a great time in Heaven? I wouldn’t. If I were there, I believe I’d have to have a long talk with the boss.

So, Rapture or no Rapture? For this Christian, I belevieve it’s the latter. But, if one day, folks start vanishing or you look up into the clouds and see some naked people floating around, you’ll know I was wrong.

According to Wikipedia, The Rapture is a prophesied event in Christian eschatology, in which Christians are suddenly taken from the earth to participate in the Second Coming of Christ. Christians who have died are to be resurrected to participate in the coming of Christ along with those who are still living at the time of the event.

So how do the folks that believe in the Rapture explain the idea that across the world, in an instant, naked human bodies simply vanish? Yesterday we looked at the scripture that talks about this…And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.”

Well, that can explain WHERE they go – they’re hanging out with Jesus, in the air, just floating around naked in the clouds. Alright, but the “Rapturist” believe they end up in Heaven and how is that possible when Corinthians says… Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God… So…that’s pretty clear, human bodies sure can’t go to heaven. Not even naked ones. So how do all these folks get to heaven?

That’s in a different part of the Bible…For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body, according to the working by which He is able even to subdue all things to Himself. But that’s in Philippians (3:20-21) and from what I can tell is in no way making reference to the passage in Thessalonians.

It’s like taking bits and pieces from different stories to create a new one… Hansel and Gretel finds a big bad wolf at Grandma’s shoe-shaped house. In the back yard they discover a beanstalk that vanishes into the clouds. They climb the beanstalk and find three little pigs having a party at the top. Before long, THAT becomes the accepted story of Hansel and Gretel.

But wait, there’s more. The “Rapturist” have even more Biblical evidence they say support they’re belief. We’ll look into that tomorrow.

Right before Christmas a close friend of mine loaned me the first novel in the “Left Behind” series. For those that are unfamiliar with this set of novels, it concerns something some Christians believe in called the “Rapture,” meaning “taken away.”

Wikipedia states: The Rapture is a prophesied event in Christian eschatology, in which Christians are suddenly taken from the earth to participate in the Second Coming of Christ. Christians who have died are to be resurrected to participate in the coming of Christ along with those who are still living at the time of the event.

I really enjoyed reading the first book (there are 11 more in the series!) and watching the second in the form of a movie. Both are excellent entertainment. But to this Christian, it’s just that. Entertainment.

According to their beliefs, at some point in the future, everybody that is a true Christian will simply vanish from the face of the Earth in the blink of an eye. So, you might be standing around the water cooler talking with your buddy about the game and poof, he’s gone. In an instant, his naked body disappears and everything he was wearing becomes a pile on the floor. Now to me, that’s really bizarre.

Where in the world do these folks get this weird idea? According to believers, this is spelled out quite clearly in the Bible. Huh??? I’ve read the Bible numerous times and I don’t remember reading anything about people pulling a Houdini. So let’s take a look at this “clear” evidence, shall we?

The scriptural references believers yank out first is from 1 Thessalonians, chapter 4, verses 15–17. It reads… For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.”

Okay, so where’s the part about human bodies disappearing? We’ll dig into that tomorrow.

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ACT 7 – Final

Ext. Ocean – Nuclear Torpedo Target Site

Through a burst of bubbles three divers emerge from hatches on the top of the Seaview. Small jets in their modified flippers shoot them away from the sub.

Encapsulated by an orange glow, the crushing water is kept several inches from suits, creating a dry area around their hands. Each carries golf club size rods.

After a brief swim, the divers reach their target. They start pushing the rods in the ocean floor. After each is inserted, a light on the top begins flashing.

Int Seaview – Crane’s Quarters

Paperwork and open books are scattered about. Crane has his face buried in the text scrolling across his monitor.

He shuffles through some loose paperwork on the floor and exposes a hard back book. He snatches it, lays it on his lap and leafs through its pages.

A female voice reports through the cabin’s speakers: Translation Complete. Crane drops the book and begins reading the text on his monitor. His eyes widen.

Ext. Ocean – Nuclear Torpedo Target Site

The diver inserting the last rod gives the rest a thumbs up. They fall into formation and jet for the Seaview.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Nelson and Morton are returning to their seats. The control room speakers come alive with a male voice.

voice

Control Room. The diving team has returned. Target beacons in place.

Morton

Acknowledged. Prepare to get underway.

Nelson

Where’s the Captain?

Morton checks his console.

Morton

Still in his quarters, sir.

Nelson

Let’s get him up here.

Ext. Ocean – Nuclear Torpedo Target Site

The Seaview floats motionless just above the ocean floor, it’s glass nose pointed toward several flashing lights far in the distance.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

The crew are poised behind their consoles, hands at the ready. The only sound is the normal hum of the control room. Many eyes occasionally glance at Crane’s empty chair.

Nelson drums his fingers.

Nelson

We can’t wait any longer.

He presses a button.

Nelson

Attention all hands. Nuclear torpedo launch in sixty seconds. Stand by.

Crane skips down the spiral staircase.

Crane

Admiral, wait sir. I have something you must look at before we fire.

Nelson

Captain, now is not the time…

Crane

Two minutes, Admiral. I know we can spare the time. Sir, please, just two minutes.

Nelson glances at the crew, then back to Crane.

Nelson

Alright, what have you got?

Crane

Mister Morton, join us at the Situation Table.

Nelson and Morton follow Crane to the back of the control room where he brings the table to life with holographic images and data.

Crane

I knew I had seen those inscriptions before.

A 3D image of the pyramid rotates above the table. The image zooms in on one of the pyramid’s sides revealing a close up of the chiseled hieroglyphs.

Crane

Admiral, the Mayans had an extensive language that’s been mostly deciphered using the Mayan equivalent of a Rosetta Stone. Our computer just used that decipher code to translate the inscriptions on the pyramid. Listen to what it says, Admiral.

Crane pushes a button and the 3D image overlays the English translation of the stone inscription. He reads.

Crane

For those who come after. To-Mira Goddess of the future, bestows this gift. May the wise among you understand its meaning, so your children may live to see the new sun.

Nelson

Goddess of the future? What new sun?

Crane

Admiral, the Mayan calendar ends this year or shall I say a new cycle begins. A new cycle of the sun. A new long count.

Nelson rubs his neck.

Nelson

Lee, what does this have to do…

Crane

There’s more, sir. Look at these inscriptions.

Crane presses buttons and four symbols appear:

Crane

The triangle represents the pyramid, the straight line, a path. Presumably the rock one that lead us to the pyramid. The mound at the bottom represents a mountain and the diagonal lines shooting out of it, fire.

This new information intrigues Nelson. He looks closer at the display.

Nelson

I believe the arrow are…

Crane

Spears. According to these inscriptions very exceptional spears. They ‘carry the lives of all who come after, so each must be hardened to four times the square of the crest.’ Sir, that number works out to precisely one hundred thousand.

Morton

The exact megaton yield of each of the torpedoes.

Crane

And we’re the only submarine on Earth that carries that type of torpedo. You said it yourself Admiral, the Seaview IS the solution.

Nelson ponders. Crane continues to read.

Crane

The crest will steady your spear, the path will guide your aim.

The Admiral is beginning to look slightly impressed.

Crane

The spears penetrating the mountain, turning it into rubble. The fire vanishing, it all fits, Admiral.

Nelson studies the data, then shakes his head.

Nelson

I don’t know, is there anything else? Something more scientific?

Crane

No sir. It ends basically saying ‘here’s what you need to save yourselves. Hope you’re smart enough to figure it out.’ The rest of the inscriptions talks about how the volcanic activity will ‘swallow the world in fire’ unless we follow the words of To-Mira.

Nelson

Lee, this is all very fascinating but if you’re suggesting we turn the fate of the world over to a thousand year old prophecy…

Crane again presses buttons.

Crane

How about this Admiral? A geological survey we recorded less than twenty four hours ago of ground zero.

The 3D image zooms in on the pyramid’s symbol and traces an outline of it. Then, overlays the outline on top of the of geological survey depicting the mountain, path and pyramid.

They match exactly.

Crane

I don’t know how, divine intervention, extraterrestrials, or just a lucky guess. But I do believe a thousand years ago some genius did predict this event. The Mayans, or someone, built this pyramid in hopes future generations would someday use it to save themselves.

Nelson

How could anyone have known about tectonic plate movement a thousand years ago?

Crane

How could anyone have built a pyramid at the bottom of the ocean a thousand years ago? But there it stands.

Nelson

Lee, this could cause irreversible damage. I would need time to study this plan and that’s one luxury we no longer have.

Crane

Admiral, I’ve already calculated a firing solution using the hieroglyphs’ translation.

The holographic pyramid dissolves and is replaced with text, numbers and graphics. Nelson studies them closely. His face turns expressionless.

Nelson

Captain, are you sure you’re showing me the right data?

Crane

Yes, sir. Why?

Nelson

Because this precisely matches my first choice for a delivery location. Although it has the perfect firing solution, the Seaview would be too close to endure the aftershocks.

Crane

But according to the inscriptions, if our ‘chariot’ is fast enough, we should be able to out run the wave. The simulations give it an eighty eight percent chance of success.

The holograph now dissolves into a 3D animation of Crane’s description, the Seaview outrunning a shock wave. Nelson ponders.

Nelson

Your opinion mister Morton?

Morton

Seems more than coincidental to me, sir. Especially in light of the fact that this WAS your first solution.

Crane

I know it’s a leap of faith Admiral, but for me, it’s just too persuasive to ignore. You told me to keep reminding you of the alternatives. Well, sir, here’s mine.

Nelson steps away and ponders. After a couple of paces he returns and glares at the holographic data.

Nelson

Alright Captain, takes us back to your pyramid as fast as she can go. We have very little time left.

Ext. Ocean – Near The Pyramid Site

The Seaview slows from Slipstream to prop speed as it closes in on the pyramid. In the distance, the lava geysers are now spewing the top of the mountain.

Multiple small explosions from the gorge hurtle shock waves and lava in all directions.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

The sub shakes, the crew is jostled.

Richter

Encountering phase three buffeting, Captain.

Crane

Compensate mister Richter.

Ext. Ocean – Near The Pyramid Site

Along the Seaview’s side, the maneuvering thrusters come to life and soften the rocking.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Crane

Mister Keno, distance to target?

Keno

Half a mile ahead sir, at z-minus two thousand.

Nelson makes his way to the glass nose and gazes at the volcanic spectacle. Crane steps up.

Nelson

It’s grown larger than I expected. It shouldn’t be at this magnitude until…

As seen through the glass nose, a giant explosion illuminates the ocean. A shock wave carrying tons of red-hot boulders hurtles toward the Seaview.

Kowalski

Brace for impact. Compressive shock wave bearing down. It’s carrying debris.

Morton

Shields to maximum.

Crane wheels around.

Crane

Close Crash Doors!

Nelson and Crane stand firm as their view of the eminent collision is obscured by the scalloped edges of the Crash Doors.

Ext. Ocean – Near The Pyramid Site

The giant doors smother the glass nose as the wave rushes by, hammering the hull with huge glowing globs of lava. The sub rocks and sparkles at the shields repelling the hits.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Kowalski

Shields holding, sir. Minimal hull damage.

Ext. Ocean – Near The Pyramid Site

The Seaview settles as the last of the hot boulders bounce off the hull’s silver glow.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Kowalski

Wave dissipating. Debris is clearing.

Morton

No mission damage, Captain. All stations reporting ready, sir.

Crane consults his console. Nelson takes his seat.

Crane

Very well. Maintain course. Ahead full.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

The Seaview slowly descends while aligning itself with the rock path. Small shock waves continue to quake the sub as it glides toward a landing on the flat top of the pyramid.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Crane stands behind Keno, swaying as the sub encounters the shock waves. The rest of the crew is intensely monitoring their consoles.

Keno

On glide path.

Richter

Speed, ten FPS.

Crane

Slow our decent helm.

Kowalski

Distance to target. Thirty eight feet.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

The side thrusters churn dirt around the pyramid as the Seaview closes in on the crest. Two horseshoe shaped protrusion extends at both ends of its flat top.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Keno concentrates on his display as he regulates the Seaview’s decent toward a perfect landing.

Richter

Fifteen feet, sir.

Crane

Sit us down, mister Keno.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

The Seaview makes a graceful landing on the pyramid’s crest, nestling itself inside the horseshoe-shaped protrusions.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

A slight thud is heard. Richter looks at Crane.

Richter

Contact sir.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

The underside of the Seaview fits the crest perfectly. The occasional shock wave throws the sub off balance, lifting it slightly. The thrusters labor to keep it down.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

The crew hangs on as the Seaview rocks to and fro. A second later the shaking subsides.

Keno

Thrusters at station keeping. We’re in position, Captain.

A graphic appears on Kowalski’s monitor.

Kowalski

At the moment, aim is true. Ready to commence firing sequence, sir.

Crane takes the command chair, giving Morton and Nelson a quick glance.

Crane

Gentlemen.

Crane, Nelson and Morton press their index finger against oval slots on their consoles, then enter passwords. Their display screens flash in unison: TORPEDO CONTROL ONLINE.

Crane

Mister Morton.

Morton steadies himself as another small wave thwarts his button pushing. A green flashing graphic soon appears on his monitor.

Morton

I have torpedo firing control Captain.

Crane

Very well, flood tubes and activate firing sequence.

Morton responds with “aye sir” and presses buttons. His monitor displays the progress. A small wave hits. The crew hangs on until it passes.

Morton

Tubes one and two flooded sir. Firing sequence activated. Nuclear detonation at contact plus one thousand feet. Outer doors opening.

Morton gawks at his monitor which appears to be frozen.

Morton

Outer doors are suppose to open…

Morton presses buttons, another wave shakes the room.

Morton

Captain, outer doors are not functioning.

Crane

Over ride the sequence. Go to manual.

Morton

I’ve tried sir. Still non-responsive.

Morton concentrates on his console trying different button combinations and getting the same annoying beep with each attempt. Nelson studies his monitor.

Nelson

It’s been re-routed at the torpedo room.

Morton

Or it’s a computer glitch.

Crane presses a button on his console.

Crane

Torpedo room.

The speakers remain silent. Another wave shuffles the crew.

Crane

Torpedo room, this is Crane. Respond.

Kowalski

Sir, level three compressive wave. Brace for immediate impact.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

A big wave hits, this time lifting the Seaview several feet off the crest. The sub struggles against the force until it manages to land again on the pyramid’s flat top.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Morton looks up from his monitor.

Morton

Captain, Tracker reports two crewmen in the torpedo room. Neither is moving.

Crane presses a button.

Crane

Doctor Hiller, meet me in the torpedo room. We may have injured.

The speakers again remain silent as another wave rocks the sub.

Crane

Doctor Hiller? Do you read? This is Crane.

No response. Morton works his console.

Morton

Captain, Doctor Hiller is already in the torpedo room.

Crane and Morton exchange quick stares.

Crane

I’m going.

The Captain springs from his chair. Another wave hits. Nelson heads for Kowalski’s console.

Nelson

I’ll try to override the firing controls.

Crane

Have the Chief meet me there and Chip, don’t wait, fire those torpedoes as soon as you have the green light. Then get us the hell out of here.

Morton

Understood.

Int. Seaview – Corridor

Crane is tossed against the walls as the sub shakes. He rounds the corner to see an open door to the torpedo room.

Int. Seaview – Torpedo Room

Crane enters and notices two crewmen laying motionless on the floor. He checks their pulse. The sub rocks again.

He looks up to see Hiller, her back toward him, standing in a glass enclosure housing the torpedo control panel. He steps toward her.

Crane

Lizzie, what are you doing in there? These men are injured. They need help.

Behind Crane, the door to the torpedo room slams shut. He spins around but sees no one, then steps over to a door in the glass enclosure.

Crane

Lizzie, we’ve got to fire those torpedoes. Open the door.

Hiller is frantically pressing buttons. Crane types into a keypad. A red light flashes. The door remains closed. Another wave rocks the sub.

Crane pounds on the door. Hiller looks over her shoulder. Her eyes widen. A hand from behind grabs Crane and twirls him around.

Michael hits Crane in the face. He stumbles back against the glass and slides to the floor. Hiller returns to her frantic button pushing.

Michael pulls a gun, but Crane kicks his feet out from under him, knocking the Captain’s assailant to the deck. The gun slides from his hand to the glass door.

Michael scrambles for the gun. Crane tackles him sending both men tumbling across the room. They get to their feet and start boxing, each landing solid punches.

Nelson’s voice echoes through the room.

Nelson

Captain Crane, can you respond? Lee, if you can hear me we’ve got less than a minute to fire those torpedoes. What happening down there?

Nelson’s voice begins breaking up amid another round of shaking. Both men stumble away from each other. Michael falls by the glass door and grabs the gun.

Crane jumps to his feet and makes a run toward Michael who sits up and points the gun at Crane. The Captain slides to a stop.

Michael

That’s far enough, Captain.

Crane raises his palms. Michael eases himself to his feet, constantly keeping the gun and his eyes on Crane.

Michael

You’re not firing those torpedoes.

Crane

If we don’t, this planet will be destroyed. Is that what you want?

Michael

I’m trying to SAVE the planet. Firing those torpedoes is what will destroy it. Doctor Pierre is right. The Earth knows how to heal itself.

Over Michaels shoulder, Crane notices Hiller moving toward the glass door.

Crane

Listen to me. Within the last hour the U.N. has unanimously approved the Admiral’s plan. Even Doctor Pierre himself now supports it.

Michael

That’s a lie! Doctor Pierre is magnificent scientist! He could never be wrong about something as important…

The door opens. Michael wheels around. Hiller whacks him with a fire extinguisher. He hits the deck, out cold.

Hiller

Hurry Lee. I don’t know how to fire the torpedoes.

Crane springs through the glass door and straight for the console.

Crane

What were you doing in here, Lizzie?

He quickly pushes buttons.

Hiller

Trying to stop Michael.

The sub rocks. The couple grab what they can to regain their footing. Nelson’s voice crackles through the speakers. Crane again concentrates on the console.

Nelson

Captain Crane we MUST fire those torpedoes…

He presses buttons. A green light flashes. Another wave hits. Hiller stumbles. Crane catches her. They gaze into each others eyes as he gently helps her to her feet.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

The sub shakes. The crew hangs on. Morton’s undivided attention is on his console. His eyes widen, his voice raises.

Morton

Firing control restored. Outer doors opening. Torpedoes away in three, two, one.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

Two torpedoes speed away from beneath the Seaview’s glass nose.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Morton

Mister Keno, activate escape course.

Keno

Aye, sir.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

The maneuvering thrusters raise the Seaview off the crest. In one fluid motion the nose lifts, spins on its tail and the sub speeds off in the opposite direction.

The torpedoes rocket for their target, encountering shock waves trying to knock them off course. But they regain their heading, tracking perfectly alongside the rock path.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Richter

Slipstream initiated.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

The Slipstream’s orange glow engulfs the Seaview’s hull. Behind it, the torpedoes barrel through the spewing lava, hit the mountain cliff and burrow in.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Richter

Plasma Jets igniting.

Ext. Ocean – Pyramid Site

The Seaview speeds away – the torpedoes detonate.

The point of the V-shaped mountain cliff dissolves, sending an avalanche of debris crashing into the gorge and creating a giant shock wave that gives chase to the Seaview.

The initial explosion caused a chain reaction along the opposing ridges of mountain’s V-shape. Like dominoes falling, debris cascades into the raging moat of lava.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Morton

How are we doing Kowalski?

Kowalski

Initial compression wave is gaining on us. Secondary waves are forming.

Ext. Ocean

The Seaview sprints through the ocean, its hull glowing bright orange. The wave follows, obliterating the pyramid in its pursuit.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Morton

Helm, increase speed. Push her as hard as you can, Richter.

With an “Aye, sir” Richter presses buttons. The lights dim, the normal background hum of the Control Room increases.

Ext. Ocean

The wave is now nipping at the Seaview’s stern. Chunks of glowing lava mixed with pieces of the pyramid strike the hull.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

The control room rumbles. Morton swings toward Kowalski.

Morton

Shields, mister Kowalski.

Kowalski presses buttons.

Richter

Reactor at one hundred fifty percent, sir.

Kowalski

Shields at maximum.

Ext. Ocean

The hull sparks silver, repelling the debris chasing it. The bright orange glow now pulsates and slowly increases the distance between the Seaview and the tailgating wave.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

The pounding subsides. Morton stands in front of the command chair.

Kowalski

We’re pulling away from the compressive edge at seventy two MPH, and slowly raising to the surface.

Richter

Sir, reactor temperature is climbing.

Morton

Maintain speed, helm. Increase angle on the planes five degrees.

Ext. Ocean

The Seaview, now pulsating white-orange, zooms through the sea, heading for the surface with the wave now lagging behind. The debris in the leading edge has thinned.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Kowalski

The primary wave is beginning to dissipate. We’re above the compressive edge of all secondary waves.

Richter

Sir, reactor temperature is approaching tolerance.

Morton

Reduce speed. Set reactor to one hundred percent, mister Richter.

Keno

Surface ahead.

Morton

Mister Kowalski?

Kowalski

We are out of the danger zone, sir.

Morton

Take us out of Slipstream. Engage prop sequence.

Ext. Ocean

The white-orange glow fades. The Seaview slows as the props re-appear and begin churning. The bright sunlight illuminates above as the sub skims just below the surface.

Ext. Ocean – Surface

The conning tower is the first to break through, as the Seaview raises into calm waters. A small surface wave breaks the sub’s wake and scoots around the hull.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Kowalski

What’s left of the initial shock wave just passed us, sir.

Morton

All stop.

The crew gaze through the glass nose at the remains of the wave which is gently rolling toward the horizon.

Kowalski

We finally outran one sir.

Morton

Too bad the Captain wasn’t here to see it.

Nelson, having been all this time intensely studying his console, suddenly jumps up.

Nelson

My God it’s working!

He presses buttons on his console. The overhead monitors begin displaying graphics and text. Morton and Kowalski step over and raise their heads for a look.

Nelson exuberantly addresses the crew.

Nelson

Congratulations all. The Cocas plate is resealing.

The control room explodes with applause and jubilation. Nelson quickly scans around the room, then leans over to Morton.

Nelson

Have we heard from the Captain?

Morton presses a button.

Morton

Torpedo room. Captain Crane, please respond.

Int. Seaview – Corridor – Torpedo Room Door

Sharkey has his hand inside an opened panel. Wires spill from around his wrist. Men with guns are poised at the door.

He clenches his jaw and gazes over his shoulders at the men.

Sharkey

Here we go.

Sharkey twist his body as if reaching for something. The door opens. The men dash in. He pulls his hand from the panel, blowing and shaking it as he follows them in.

Int. Seaview – Torpedo Room

A couple of men are tending to the injured crewmen, now conscious and sitting up. The rest are taking Michael into custody. Sharkey steps in and looks around the room.

He narrows his eyes gazing at the open door on the glass enclosure. Cautiously, he walks to it. Nelsons voice blares through the speakers.

Nelson

Captain Crane, can you respond?

Sharkey peers through the glass. Crane and Hiller are sitting on the floor, kissing. He steps back and looks away.

Sharkey

Tracker on. Control room. Admiral, this is Sharkey in the torpedo room. The Captain’s…uh…being treated by Doctor Hiller right now.

Nelson

Is he injured?

Sharkey timidly peeks again through the glass. They’re still kissing.

Sharkey

I’ll have to get back with you on that one, sir.

Listening from the control room, Nelson and Morton share a puzzled glance.

Int. Seaview – Sick Bay

Crane sits on the edge of a diagnostic bed. Hiller stands over him administering first aid.

Crane

You should have said something, Lizzie.

Hiller

I know, Lee. But after what you said about the crew being suspicious of each other, well, that’s what I thought I was doing when I suspected Michael.

She applies a cotton swab to a cut on his forehead. He flinches.

Crane

Well, this is the one time I’m glad you didn’t listen to me. What changed your mind?

Hiller

Right before we were supposed to fire the torpedoes I decided to checked the needles and found traces of hydrazine. He’d used one of them then put it back into stores.

Crane

You should have called security right then and there. Why did you follow him to the torpedo room?

Hiller

I thought I could talk him out of it, but believe me, he wasn’t listening. By the time I got there, he’d already clobbered the crewmen and was busy doing something with the with one of the panels across the room.

Crane

Re-routing the firing controls.

Hiller

He threatened to shoot me if I tried to stop him. I saw the control booth and managed to make it in there before he did. But, about the best I could do was to lock him out. That’s when you showed up.

She applies a bandage.

Hiller

What I still don’t understand is why the fuel cells? He sabotaged them before he became convinced that you and the Admiral were about to bring civilization to an end.

Crane

Industrial espionage. A rival company for the Naval contract paid him a tidy sum of money to make sure the Seaview failed the trials.

Hiller

How do you know?

Crane

He tried to bribe his way out of the brig with the name of the company that paid him.

Nelson strolls in looking very relieved.

Nelson

Congratulations Captain, it worked. The Cocas plate has been reset with a new seal around it’s edges. Your ancient friends were right after all.

Crane returns the smile.

Crane

They’re not really considered, ‘ancient,’ sir.

Nelson

Is he all right Doctor?

Hiller finishes up her first aid.

Hiller

A fractured rib, a few cuts and bruises.

She smiles at Crane.

Hiller

If he takes it easy and listens to his Doctor’s advice, I’m sure he’ll live.

She hands Crane his shirt. He puts it on.

Nelson

What happened in the torpedo room?

Crane

I found our saboteur trying to short circuit the firing control.

Nelson

Who was it?

Hiller

My assistant. I’m really sorry Admiral, I had no idea…

Nelson

It’s alright Doctor, he wiggled past our background check as well. Why was he trying to stop us?

Crane

Let’s just say he wasn’t convinced of your plan, Admiral.

Crane straightens. A small hint surprise crosses his face.

Crane

You’ll have a full report as soon as I can prepare it, sir.

He stumbles slightly as he steps off the bed. Hiller helps him regain his footing.

Hiller

You need rest, Captain.

Nelson

I agree. That report can wait.

Crane looks at Nelson then Hiller.

Crane

Seems like that’s what everyone been telling me for the last three days.

Morton’s voice pipes in through the cabin’s speakers.

Morton

Captain, repair crews report minimal damage. We can get underway at any time, sir.

Crane

Very well, Chip. Take us…

Crane looks at Nelson and smiles.

Crane

Take us wherever the Admiral wants to go. I’ll be in my quarters.

Nelson glances up with a smile.

Nelson

Engage the Slipstream, XO. Best speed to San Francisco. Take us home.

Ext. Pacific Ocean – Day

The Seaview glides gracefully through a calm sea toward a new California shoreline. The sun is setting, showering the hull in its own burnt-orange glow.

Int. Seaview – Control Room – Glass Nose

Crane, his injuries healing, looks out the large glass panes at the carnage on shore. What was the San Joaquin Valley is now an inland sea. Debris litter its shores.

Nelson steps up and shares Crane’s view.

Nelson

Remarkable.

Crane

The new California? Or the fact there still is a California?

Nelson

Both.

Nelson takes a seat.

Nelson

What did you say the Mayans considered this year to be the start of?

Crane

A new cycle of the sun. What they call the long count.

Nelson

Then I suppose we should be celebrating a happy new year, or should I say happy new ‘YEARS.’

Crane grins.

Crane

I hope we make it through another cycle.

Nelson

I have high hopes for humanity, Lee. As long as we learn from our past and have faith in our future, I’m sure we’ll make it.

He pats Crane on the back in a fatherly fashion.

Nelson

In the meantime there’s certainly a lot of rebuilding to do. And I’m sure the Seaview will be a big part of it.

Ext. Pacific Ocean – Day

Backing out through the glass nose, a climbing birds eye view reveals several Navy ships escorting the Seaview toward the new coastline.

Marine helicopters hover overhead airlifting the stranded to safety and helping to remove the tons of debris from the water soaked land.

Hundreds of people speckle the shore. Some are hugging, some are crying, some sift through rubble in solitude. But most are helping one another.

The End

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I sincerely hope you enjoyed this adventure. Keep watching for my next Scf-Fi thriller – “Galaxy One.”

C-Ya in the movies!

Stan

I’m always amazed at the gullibility of some folks when it comes to “prophets” making predictions of the future. As you can probably gather from the first sentence, I’m pretty much a skeptic when it comes to predictions by folks like Nostradamus.

What has always baffled me is that the prediction itself is never in the prediction. The prophecy always make it seem like those suffering had no idea it was coming. Like it took everybody by surprise. I’ve never heard a prophet say that whatever catastrophe he or she predicts, will include a warning. They just say the catastrophe will happen, nothing about the fact that some will take heed to this warning and try to avert it.

So, what’s happening in the world today? Many people are digging up all these old prophecies in an attempt to avoid the impending doom and gloom, particularly the 2012 prophecy, when all hell is supposed to break loose on good old Mother Earth. But there’s no prediction of that. I haven’t heard of one single prophet who predicts that the world will take their warning seriously and try to avoid the calamity, but fail.

They don’t predict that they predicted it. At least then they could say… “I told you so…” from beyond the grave.

And besides, most of these predictions are so vague, it could predict almost anything. I’ve read several of Nostradamus’ Quatrains and I simply can’t see the correlation. For me, I have to really stretch my imagination to make the current situation fit the prediction.

For example, old Nostra talks about a “fire in the sky” and many believers say that’s it’s obvious, he’s talking about global warming. Huh??? That’s certainly not obvious to me. A “fire in the sky” could mean, oh, about a zillion other things as well.

To me, it’s just like the doom and gloom predicted in 1999 about the then, upcoming millennium. As I recall, the sky was going to fall nine years ago. Well, I just peeked outside and it’s still there.

The truth is, deep inside we humans are still barbarians. We love a good disaster story. We still slow down and rubberneck at accidents. And we’re far more interested in “bad” news than “good” news. I believe prophets are more about making a profit than they are into trying to help folks out.

Are these prophets right? I seriously doubt it. Although I do believe some psychics can somewhat predict some things for certain people, I don’t think anyone can predict what will happen to all mankind.

Will we live to see December 22nd 2012? I predict we will. When that day arrives, I predict that Nostradamus’ predictions were wrong. And I predict that folks will remember that I predicted it.

I hope you enjoyed Act 5 !!!

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Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea – Act 6

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Thanks For Reading !!!

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Act 6

Int. Seaview – Cranes Quarters

Crane studies the rotating holographic image of the pyramid floating above his desk. He checks his monitor, gazing at the enlarged images of its markings.

The door chimes. The Captain offers a “come in” while continuing to study the monitor. Doctor Hiller opens the door.

Hiller

Lee?

Crane glances over his shoulder.

Crane

Lizzie? Please, come in.

Hiller slowly strolls in. Crane returns to his examination.

Hiller

Why don’t you come up for air? You’ve been in here for hours.

Crane

Not yet, I’ve still have a few things to check out before the Admiral gets back. Here, take a look at this.

She glances at Crane’s profile a moment before turning her attention to the monitor.

Crane

The pyramid is definitely Mayan, the placement of the stones, the flat top. But there are no steps.

Hiller

Meaning?

Crane

It wasn’t sacrificial or meant to be climbed. And those markings, I’m sure those are the exact same markings I saw on a Mayan codex tablet discovered a few years ago.

Hiller

How did it get there? The Mayans couldn’t have built it at the bottom of the ocean.

Crane

Maybe they didn’t. They could have built it on land, somehow, floated it out to sea and sunk it.

Hiller

So do you think this pyramid has something to do with the earth cracking up?

Crane

I think it was a warning about the earth ‘cracking up.’ I think it’s more than coincidental that all we had to do was follow that rock path and it lead us straight to it, as though it were meant to.

Hiller steps away from the monitor seemingly unimpressed and lost in thought. She gazes blankly around the room while Crane continues his examination.

Hiller

Lee, Have you heard what happened at the U.N.?

Crane’s face remains glued to his monitor. His response if half-hearted.

Crane

No.

Hiller

Well, the U.N. took a vote to oppose the Admiral’s plan.

Crane snaps his head toward Hiller.

Crane

What?

His collar begins flashing. Sparks’ southern accent speaks from the other.

Sparks

Captain Crane, this is Sparks sir. There is a priority one communications from a United States Ambassador, a one mister Henry Gardell.

Crane

Route it to my console mister Sparks.

Sparks

Aye, sir.

Crane’s collar light extinguishes.

Crane

That’s probably what this call is about.

Hiller heads for the door. Before leaving, she locks eyes with Crane.

Hiller

Lee, remember, the Admiral is not always right.

Crane watches Hiller leave before pushing a button on his desk.

Crane

Okay Sparks, go.

Sparks

Transferring sir.

Crane’s video monitor fades in on HENRY GARDELL, a well groomed red-haired man in his 30’s.

Crane

This is Captain Crane.

Gardell

Captain, we’ve got a problem.

Crane

Mister Ambassador, the Seaview is standing by.

Gardell

I’m referring to Admiral Nelson and the incident he just caused at the U.N.

Crane

Incident?

Gardell

For starters, he proposed a plan that more than half of the scientific council voted against. Then he thumbed his nose at most of the member nations and left in that, that flying contraption of his. We’re worried he’s going to try and take matters into his own hands without U.N. approval. We can’t allow that to happen. Now can we Captain?

Crane

‘We,’ sir?

Gardell

Please Captain, don’t be coy. You and I have to work together…

Crane

Begging your pardon sir, it’s my understanding that this submarine’s mission is under the jurisdiction of the President. So why am I not speaking with her?

Gardell

Apparently, she and the Vice President hasn’t been heard from since they went to the west coast to inspect the damage. A decision that I personally advised against.

Gardell takes a breath and forces a smile. He speaks mildly.

Gardell

Captain. We’re in a delicate situation right now. The U.N. believes the United States let loose a madman that’s about to destroy this planet.

Crane

That’s preposterous. Admiral Nelson is brilliant. I’m sure he’s got a good reason for whatever he did.

Gardell

Captain, we can’t allow one man to decide the fate of the world. The U.N. believes…

Crane

Quite frankly mister Gardell, I don’t give a damn what the U.N. believes. Right now, I will not alter this mission until instructed by either the Admiral or the President of the United States. Is that clear?

Gardell

Captain, you can’t let that maniac…

Crane

Sir, if you will excuse me, I have a schedule to keep.

Gardell

Captain you MUST listen…

Crane

Good day Ambassador.

Crane switches off the monitor. He nods his head toward his collar.

Crane

Tracker on. Mister Morton.

Morton

Morton here, Captain.

Crane

Chip, have we heard from the Admiral?

Morton

No sir. But we’re due to rendezvous with the Flying Sub in twenty two minutes. Should I contact him, sir?

Crane

No, it can wait until he gets here.

The Captain ponders a moment.

Crane

But have Sparks put in a call to the White House. Use the Admiral’s priority channel. Contact the Secretary of State.

Morton

Aye, sir.

Ext. Pacific Ocean – Day

The Seaview surfaces to the Flying Sub whizzing by overhead. It circles ahead of the Seaview, takes a nose dive and plunges into the sea.

Beneath the waves, the hangar doors open and the Flying Sub nestles itself away.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Crane and Morton wait at the access door. A light flashes. Nelson and Sharkey step out.

Crane

Welcome back Admiral, Chief.

Nelson

Thank you, Captain. We must get underway immediately.

Nelson walks straight to the navigator and bends down. He puts his hands on the console, then stops and looks at Crane.

Nelson

With your permission, Captain?

Crane makes eye contact with Morton for a moment before gazing back at Nelson.

Crane

Certainly, sir.

Nelson pushes buttons.

Nelson

I’m glad I remembered this. Please bring us to this course, mister Keno.

Keno

Aye, sir.

Crane

Depth and speed Admiral?

Nelson

Our voyage takes us to the bottom of the sea, Captain. Make it a straight line and as fast as she can go.

Crane

Aye, sir.

The Captain gives a quick glance to Morton, who walks over to his station. He presses a button, the klaxon sounds.

Morton

Diving stations, diving stations. Stand by for Slipstream propulsion.

Crane steps up to the Admiral and lowers his voice.

Crane

Admiral, I need to have a word with you right away, sir.

Ext. Ocean

The Seaview slips beneath the waves. The orange glow forms around hull and the sub speeds away.

Int. Seaview – Nelson’s Quarters

Nelson, standing behind his desk, looks at Crane with a shocked expression.

Nelson

My God Lee. How can the President of the United States be missing?

Crane

Apparently she and the vice president…

Nelson

The vice president too?

Crane

Sir, both were on Marine One inspecting the damage when it went down somewhere in a Mexican jungle. A search has been underway, but nothing has turned up yet. It’s possible they could be stranded like millions of others anywhere along the coast of Mexico or even Central America.

Nelson

Who’s in charge, the Secretary of the Senate?

Crane

The Secretary of State also claims that right. It’s such a mess, I don’t think anyone really knows who’s in charge.

Nelson

Sounds familiar.

Crane

But I do know the U.N. thinks you’re crazy and may try to stop you.

Nelson

Lee, no one but myself has had the opportunity to take the measurements I have. Thanks to you and the Seaview.

Crane pulls up a chair and leans in. He looks at Nelson with pleading eyes.

Crane

Admiral, what about the rest of those scientist? Are they all wrong?

Nelson pounds his hand on his desk.

Nelson

Yes they are! My God man, we were there. We gathered specific information that they’re only guessing at. Pierre’s flow rate alone is off by ten percent.

The Admiral leans back in his chair and cools down.

Nelson

They’re just a bunch of elitist fools.

Crane

Are you sure you’re right Admiral? We don’t get a second chance at this.

Nelson locks eyes with Crane.

Nelson

Captain, if I believed NOT firing those torpedoes would bring my beloved wife back from the grave, I would still fire them. Because I know she wouldn’t have long to live. That’s how sure I’m sure.

Crane leans back in his chair and relaxes.

Crane

What about presidential authority?

Nelson

As far as I’m concerned, we already have that permission until the President or her legal successor takes it away.

Crane

I agree.

Nelson looks out his portal. The concern on his face reflects off the orange glow of the Slipstream.

Nelson

Captain, we must continue on course. And I may have to give an order that some might not want to follow.

Nelson faces Crane.

Nelson

I need to know where you stand, Lee.

Crane

I’m with you, Admiral. Until you REALLY go crazy.

Nelson grins and stands. Crane follows. The Admiral steps from around his desk and pats the Captain on the shoulder.

Nelson

Thank you Lee, I needed to hear that.

Nelson begins escorting Crane toward the door.

Crane

Admiral, there is something else we need to discuss before we get to our destination. It’s something I need to show you.

Int. Seaview – Situation Room

Nelson and Crane study the holographic images of the rock road and the pyramid floating above the situation table.

Nelson

Captain, are you trying to tell me this pyramid, or whatever it is, has something to do with our volcanoes?

Crane

I was hoping you could help with that, sir. But I do find it more than coincidental that we ran across a nine hundred year old structure at the bottom of the ocean, with a path leading directly to the volcanoes.

Crane presses buttons. The hieroglyphics chiseled in the side of the pyramid appear.

Crane

And then there are these hieroglyphs. I know I’ve seen them before, I just haven’t been able to find where.

Cranes collar flashes.

Richter

Captain, objective ahead, sir.

Crane

Take us out of Slipstream, helm.

Ext. Ocean

The orange glow fades from the Seaview’s hull. The props appear and the sub continues on her way.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Crane and Nelson enter the control room.

Richter

We’ll reach the objective in twelve minutes Captain.

Crane

Very good. Be ready to deploy the beacons as soon as we…

Kowalski

Contact ahead. Bearing two seven two degrees. It’s another sub, sir.

Nelson and Crane take their positions. Morton presses buttons and studies the new information on his monitor.

Morton

It’s Russian, Captain. Typhoon class. On an intercept course. Attack posture.

Nelson

I thought we made friends with the Russians?

Crane

Maybe the French made better friends.

Kowalski

Sir, she’s flooding her torpedo tubes.

Crane

Evasive maneuvers. Battle stations. Bring Plasma weapons on line.

Morton throws the switch to sound the klaxon. Throughout the sub the crew scrambles as Morton’s voice echoes in the background.

Morton

Battle stations, battle stations. All hands to general quarters.

Crane

Why didn’t we detect her earlier mister Kowalski?

Kowalski

I don’t know sir. She just appeared after we dropped out of the Slipstream.

Nelson

It’s possible the sensors were blinded by the Slipstream field.

Keno

She’s firing sir. Two fish away.

Crane

Counter measures!

Ext. Ocean

The rear of the sub eject two glowing balls of energy. One attaches itself to the nose of a torpedo making it spin off course. The other torpedo sidesteps its energy ball.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Keno

One countermeasure ineffective Captain. Torpedo still closing fast.

Crane

Get a lock on it with the Plasma Laser.

Nelson

Lee, it’s too close…

Crane makes a quick glance at Nelson.

Crane

There’s no time, sir. Take it out mister Keno. Now!

Keno presses a button. Two narrow red beams shoot from the Seaview. It hits the torpedo, which explodes, sending a shock wave hurtling toward the sub.

Morton

Concussive wave. Brace for impact.

The shock wave broadsides the Seaview, slamming it against the side of a cliff. The control room shakes, as lights dim and sparks fly from Kowalski’s console.

Keno

Sir, all weapons off line.

Morton

Re-route to backup.

Keno

By passing. Sir, weapons still unresponsive. Computer core malfunction.

Crane

Switch to manual control.

Keno

Re-routing.

Kowalski

Sir, she’s flooding her tubes again.

Crane

Keno, get us out of here. Mister Morton, take over re-routing of the firing controls.

Ext. Ocean

The Seaview pulls away from the cliff only to find she’s trapped inside a U-shaped canyon, with the Russian sub closing in on the only way out.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Crane

Mister Morton, how about those weapons?

Morton

I’m trying sir…just…too many systems damaged.

Kowalski

She’s locking a firing solution.

Nelson

We’re sitting ducks.

Kowalski

Captain. New contact, bearing one four four degrees. It’s a U.S. attack sub. The Dallas, sir.

Ext. Ocean

The Dallas comes up from behind the Russian sub, now poised at the canyon entrance.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Sparks’ voice echoes through the room’s speakers.

Sparks

Captain Crane, the Captain of the U.S.S. Dallas is hailing us, sir.

Crane gives Nelson a quick glance.

Nelson

Are they here to help us or them?

Crane

Let’s find out. Put him through mister Sparks.

A baritone male voice is heard through the speakers.

Davenport

Seaview, this is Captain Richard Davenport of the U.S.S. Dallas. Do you require assistance?

Crane

Dallas, this is Captain Lee Crane. It would be nice if you could stop that Russian sub from blowing us to bits.

Davenport

Already done Captain. I don’t think they’ll bother you anymore.

Morton studies his monitor. He turns to Crane.

Morton

The Russian sub is moving off, sir.

Davenport

Is Admiral Nelson aboard?

Nelson sits up.

Nelson

Nelson here.

Davenport

The President sends her regards and apology for what happened in New York.

Nelson

How is the President?

Davenport

Shaken up a little but back in control. Admiral, she’s approved your plan and has mobilized the Navy to form a blockade in case anyone else tries to stop you.

Nelson

Then I assume the majority of the U.N. still favors Pierre’s plan.

Davenport

On the contrary. Pierre’s plan is loosing steam fast. Many have switched sides after reexamining his data and yours. I understand you made a quick exit and left your laptop computer. Hope you don’t mind the intrusion.

Nelson

Not at all, Captain.

Davenport

Leaving it there gave the scientist time to study the plans side by side. But France, Germany and the Russian states are still holding out. They may try to stop you again. Our orders are to stick around and provide protection until the blockade firms up.

Nelson

That’s good news Captain. I’ll send my compliments to the President personally when all this is done. But for now we have a job to finish.

Davenport

I understand. Don’t worry, we’ll be watching your back. Good luck Admiral.

Ext. Ocean

The Dallas and the Seaview move off in different directions.

Int. Seaview – Control Room

Nelson

Mister Morton, how long will it take to get the target beacons in place?

Morton

Approximately thirty minutes, sir.

Nelson

Gentlemen, I’ll be in my quarters double checking my figures. I want to know the minute they’re done.

Morton

Aye, sir.

Nelson disappears up the spiral staircase. Crane jerks his head slightly as if hit by an idea.

Crane

Chip, see to the deployment. I’ve just thought of something I want to double check as well.

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