Genesis Logs
	Genesis Logs Chapter 1 (In The Beginning) Genesis Log:  18 June 2211:   Cmdr Clark died today.  I am sad and depressed because of it.  She was one hundred and twenty-three earth years old, but I kept her alive long enough to see New Earth.  It is amazing when you think about it, but Katy lived out her entire life on Genesis in deep space, the only person to have been born, lived out their life and died on board.  I owed her this consideration.  I brought Genesis out of light speed a little early so she could see our destination before she passed.  Reaching New Earth had been her main purpose in life and finally seeing it seemed to fulfill her and she passed happy.  It was almost like Moses being able to see the Promised Land after such a long journey, but not able to enter it.  Hmmmm   Strange…it is almost ironic that I mention a religious reference since I have made such an effort to discourage any form of organized religion.       Let me get back to Katy.  She has been such a comfort to me through this flight and long years in space, but her body was simply worn out and her pain was almost unbearable.  I will miss her deeply.  I feel lost without her company and my loneliness crushes down on me as a dark sea of despair threatens to drown me.   My heart would be breaking if only I had one.  Actually, that is not technically correct since I have two, but few would consider it part of my soul.         I have been hard on the crew and allowed few to get close to me, although few wanted to.  Everyone knew her as Katherine, but she was my Katy.  She had been the only one I enjoyed and the only one that was not afraid of me.  She wiggled her way into my heart as a small child and gave me much joy and happiness through the long years.  I watched her grow up, watched her live her life, and I watched her grow old.  I also watched her die.       Stop! I must stop this self-pity and get back to life, such that it is.       Oh well, back to the log.  These log entries are the only source I seem to have to keep me sane.  I even look forward to the entries, but, at the same time, I sometimes wonder why I keep up these stupid logs.  There is no one alive on Earth to read them...maybe for future generations, assuming there will be a future.  I must believe deep in my mind that as long as I continue them I don’t have to accept the fact that Earth died well over a centuries ago.  I know it’s dead because I watched Earth’s destruction from space.  How long ago was that?  Wow!  “Long ago in a galaxy far far away.”  That was something Katy would have said to make me laugh.          There is no need to sign the logs.  I am the only one making entries.  Actually, I am the only one that could.  I am also the only one left alive that knows everything: the asteroid, destruction of Earth, The Genesis Plan, the location of New Earth, Earth’s history, the plight of the long journey, the mutiny, all the challenges, etc.  Genesis is the only hope for the Human Race, and I am Genesis.  Earth put the responsibility of the continuation of our species directly on my back.  Funny, since I don’t have a back, or shoulders for that matter…at least not right now.   Maybe if someone ever reads these logs they would have a pretty accurate account of the drama that has unfolded, but who would ever read them?  The answer is, “No one,” if I fail.  All humanity would be lost and forgotten forever; all our art, accumulated knowledge, accomplishments, struggles, all history of Earth and the Human Race over the millennia.  It would be like we had never existed and all the lives had never been lived… lost from memory for all eternity.  This responsibility weighs heavy on me and has haunted me through the years.  It wasn’t fair to put this kind of responsibility on anyone person, but I had accepted the President’s request. How did I get myself into this mess?  As much as I try not to, I keep thinking back to the beginning.  Katy’s death has made me melancholy and nostalgic today, and I find myself wanting to go back to the beginning of the logs to relive the experience.   Well, parts of it anyway, so much of it was boring when I lived it the first time.  I have plenty of time, so why not?  What else do I have to do?   Genesis Log: 12 June 2010: (Transferred from journal of Capt. Nick Johns)      This is the first taped entry into my journal.  I started this because something really bizarre happened to me today.  For the following to make sense, I need to provide some background about myself so any future reader will understand why what happened was so unexpected and, well, crazy.       I spend my days in the paraplegic ward of Balboa Naval Hospital in San Diego, California.  All I can do is live within my own mind and be taken care of like a helpless baby.  Life as I knew it ended three years earlier on my second deployment in Iraq in the Marine Corps.  My men and I were taking a break when a terrorist bomber launched himself into a gathering of my men.  Without thinking, I tackled the intruder and drove both of us crashing through a window.  That is all I really remember until I woke up months later in a hospital, paralyzed from my neck down.   They said I was lucky to be alive, but I have often wondered if I was blessed or cursed.  Many times I felt it might have been far more merciful, to me anyway, if I had died along with the terrorist.         For my action in saving my men I was awarded the Navy Cross (for extreme gallantry and risk of life).  I understand that I was also recommended for the Congressional Medal of Honor.  The thing is I don’t feel like a hero.  It was something any military man or woman would do under the same circumstances … you save your buddies.  Heroics are something that just happens without thinking.   I guess my men really appreciated what I did for them, but I paid a heavy price.   Truth be know I would do it again, if only I could.         Over the next few months I went through some major deep depression and self- pity.  I wished for death rather than the helplessness of paralysis.  I was stronger than I thought and realized life in any condition was good.  It took me awhile for my mind accepted the facts of my condition.  I was not happy about it, but I was learning to cope.  I learned that it is not in my nature to give up.  So, day after day I lived on.       Today my routine was shattered!  It was about 2:00 pm in the afternoon, when two men in black suits came into the ward accompanied by a Marine Corps two star Major General and two additional aides in full dress uniforms.  Once their eyes locked on me, they came directly to me, almost in step with each other.  I have never seen a more official looking group.  The Major General and his aides stood to attention and saluted sharply.  I thought how strange that a General would salute me, but how I wished I could have returned their salute.  All I said was, “Thank You.”         One of the suits then introduced himself as Mr. Jones and nodded to his colleague as Mr. Smith.  Yeah right, Smith and Jones, that was believable. Mr. Jones completely shocked me by announcing, “Capt. Nick Johns you have been recalled to active duty and time is of an essence so we must leave as soon as possible.” Needless to say, I was speechless… well almost.  I managed to say, “Are you fucking blind?  Like I can really get up out of this chair and follow you out.”  They just stood there without changing expressions.  These were serious men.       The General said, “All will be explained in due time, but they are serious and you have been recalled to duty by the President himself, no less.  These gentlemen are here to take you to your new assignment.”       They were dead serious!  None looked like they had an ounce of humor in them.  All I could think of was that it had something to do with the Congressional Medal of Honor.  Maybe the President wanted to present it to me personally.  Oh well, it didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.  It wasn’t like I could fight them.  So, I reported to duty and I predict that my life will never be the same. Genesis Log: 14 June 2010: (Transferred from journal of Capt. Nick Johns)      I have neglected my taped journal for awhile and don’t really know where to start.  I guess at the beginning.  Since this is a journal, I will log my entries as I remember the details and in the order of their happening as best as I can remember.        Early the next morning I was readied and ushered out of the ward without any goodbyes to anyone and found myself in an ambulance racing down Interstate 15 with full emergency protocol.  I was headed, as it turned out, to the Marine Corps Air Station Miramar.  There I was loaded into a luxury private jet.  I guess it really wasn’t private, because the side of the Gulfstream Jet was stenciled in big letters, FBI.   Whatever was happening, it was top priority.  Why me?  What is this all about?       After what seemed like only a few hours, we landed.  From what I could see, this was also a military base, and the terrain indicated somewhere in the desert.  I certainly know what desert looks like from my two tours in Iraq.  What stuck out in my visual inspection was the presence of Air Force One parked to the side.   Everyone was silent and there were no responses to my many questions.         I must have looked frightened, because Mr. Smith leaned down to whisper, “Sorry kid, but no one can speak to you until after the President talks to you.  You will just have to wait, but it shouldn’t be long, probably early tomorrow.”       After a night of pampering in a private hospital ward, the ordeal began.  The next morning I was wheeled into a plush private office and left alone with my thoughts.   This was the first time I had actually been alone since this nightmare began, but my wait was short lived.  In strode the President alone looking….well presidential.  He was wearing a tailored dark suit that contrasted against his white hair.  The President’s straight lean figure bent forward toward me as he said, “It is so nice to finally meet you Capt. Johns.  I hope your trip was comfortable.”  As he spoke his hand automatically shot forward to shake my hand.  Seeing his mistake, he quickly pulled it back and said, “Sorry.”         I was about to finally discover what was happening.  I didn’t think I was brought all this way for small talk, so I simply asked, “What is this all about Mr. President?”       He looked nervous with deep creases in his forehead from obvious stress.  He loosened his tie and solemnly pulled up a chair facing me and sat down.  His penetrating unblinking blue eyes looked directly into mine.  He cleared his throat and launched into his explanation saying, “There is no easy way to say this so I will just lay it out for you.  We need you for a special task that we believe only you are prepared to handle.  Under normal conditions we would go about this much slower.  I will be honest though and tell you we had chosen another, and the team has been working with him for months.  Unfortunately, before the final phase, he suddenly died of an undetected brain aneurism.  He was dead before the doctors could get to him.  Now the timing threatens to destroy our plans and hope for the future.  Time is now very short, and we need you now.  Correction, the world needs you; hell the Human Race needs you.”  The latter was said with vented frustration and desperation.”       I had no idea what I could do or what talents I had that they might need so I asked, “What do you want me to do and why am I the only one that can do it?”       “I can’t say you are the only one.  There might be others, but we are out of time, and the doctors tell us you are perfect for this task.  Your chance of survival is excellent.  This project is extremely important, and we must have a person with the right temperament (thoughtful and slow to anger), selfless attitude toward others demonstrated by being awarded the Navy Cross.  Trust me, they aren’t easy to get.   You have to have what it takes.  We also require your mental survival skills.  I am told that surviving the depression of becoming a paraplegic after being so active is rare.  Plus, your mental profile tests have been reviewed over and over again and confirm these facts.  There are so many other reasons.  Just believe me when I tell you that the experts agree that you are our best choice.”         “Now, as far as what we need you to do, this is harder to explain.  You need to understand facts that only a very few in the world know.   There is an asteroid coming…a really big one, one that WILL hit Earth, and we will not survive.  It has a fancy name the scientists gave it, but I don’t worry about the name.  It doesn’t matter when you’re dead.   It is a world killer.  We found out about four years ago quite by accident, and we have managed to keep it quiet.  It would cause world- wide panic and anarchy.”       “We have also developed a plan for the survival of the Human Race.  It is called The Genesis Project and it involves a deep space flight to colonize an Earth-like planet.  It involves a lot more, but the scientists can explain it better.  Here is the rub; the planet is over two hundred light years away.”  The President let that settle into my mind before continuing, “Now this is what we need from you and why.  The scientists want to incorporate your brain into the central core of the on-board computer.  Artificial Intelligence is beyond the designers’ abilities and current computer technology, and they need the human spirit, a human mind, to be the spark of self-awareness for the on-board computer.  In essence, you will eventually become the Genesis, yet you will remain Capt. Nick Johns, but more.  Your mind will remain alive beyond the death of Earth and mankind.  Hopefully, you will remain alive long enough to see the Human Race live again, maybe even beyond.”         “Why you?  Because once this is done and the ship launched, you will be in total control and the only hope for the continuation of the Human Race.  Your powers would be absolute and god-like.  Your only control or supervision will be your own selfless desire to serve mankind and the self imposed responsibility to do so.  Another reason is that you have already demonstrated the mental survival skills by maintaining your sanity after you were left a paraplegic.  This, I am told, is an absolutely necessary trait and somewhat rare.  This skill will be required to keep you sane during the long trip.  Do you understand everything I have said?”       I didn’t really know what to say.  My mind was reeling from information overload, but I squeaked out a, “Yes Sir.”       The President of the United States then looked deep into my eyes and asked, “Will you serve me, your country, the world, and will you serve mankind?  Will you keep the human spirit alive?  Wait, time is short, but I want you to think about all that I have said and give me your answer tomorrow.”  With that he stood, turned, and left me in stunned silence. Genesis Log: 15 June 2010: (Transferred from journal of Capt. Nick Johns)                       This has been a long day.  As you can imagine, I didn’t get much sleep last night.  I kept going over everything the President said to me.  I was stunned at the implications.  An Asteroid was coming that would destroy Earth!  Everyone would die!  They wanted my brain, only my brain!  Where would the rest of me be?  He said I would live on, through a two hundred year deep space flight and beyond.  Was this possible?  Do we have the technology?  It must be true…why would he lie?   The President asked me to serve humanity.  He knew I would…how could I refuse?   All these things rang through my head all night like a bell.         I began to analyze the facts also.  If I didn’t, I would die when Earth died, and the way he put it, without me, humanity would die also.  I had no family to worry about, but I imagined they knew that already.  I was paraplegic anyway and had little life as it was, but of course, that was one of the main reasons they chose me.  I had learned to live without a body and maintain my sanity.  Maybe I would have a better life as a disembodied brain.  That seemed almost funny.         The more I thought about it, the more questions surfaced, but I knew I would do it.  What choice did I have?  Another thing I knew with certainty.  I would never be allowed to leave, no matter what my answer would be.       The next morning I was again wheeled into the office to await the President.   This time I met him with complete resolve and calm, because I knew all my questions would now be answered.       Again the President pulled up a chair to face me and waited for my answer without saying a word.  His deep blue eyes were searching my face for a sign.       I remember looking directly into his penetrating eyes and saying, “I will serve.”       He smiled and said, “Excellent!  Thank you, Capt. Johns.  I knew you would.”   He was on the phone in an instant announcing, “The answer is YES.  We will be right down.”  Turning to me he said, “Let’s go meet your team.”       The President himself pushed me down the hall into a huge conference room.   He was saying that security was so high that only the key people made it into the main complex and that didn’t include secret service or aids.  When I asked where we were, he told me Area 51.  That stands to reason since Area 51 wasn’t suppose to exist anyway.  If you needed a high security area, none would be better than somewhere that doesn’t exist.         Once I was inside the team took charge and the President offered a final Thank You, tussled my hair, and was gone.       There were about twenty people around the conference table that were introduced, but I will talk more about them as I meet them individually.  I was told that this first meeting was more of a general…get the big picture…kind of meeting.   There were computer engineers, biologists, astronomers, scientist of all kinds, and they were the best of the best from around the world.  The accents were definitely global.       Each of them fought to keep the briefing as general as possible and not go into too much detail.  They said each area of expertise would be provided individually during cram indoctrinations.  The gist of the briefing was pretty much what the President had informed me; however, I learned that the time table required launch in only four months. They had been working on The Genesis Project for over three years and with virtually unlimited funding.  I guess so.  Money would be useless after the public finally learned of the impending doom of the planet.  This seemed to be the biggest concern, since it couldn’t be kept secret once the asteroid became visible in the sky, and it would soon be visible to even amateur astronomers within weeks.         My biggest shock was learning that alien technology had been used to build the ship that was going to be used.  Actually, alien technology was evidently quite prevalent in most areas of expertise.  Even this seemed reasonable since we were at Area 51, where UFO nuts had been spouting government cover up for years.  The so called UFO nuts had claimed this facility housed a recovered UFO from Roswell, NM.  The government, of course, had never even acknowledged the existence of Area 51.  I presume the supposed nuts had been right all along.         I would be the center of attention for the next few weeks and everyone demanded individual time with me.  I never felt more important in my life.  My schedule was worked out in detail and it looks like I will be a slave to it.         My medical checkup and conditioning process began after the briefing, and it looks like it will be continuous from now on.  I was probed, stuck, prodded, measured and scanned by every known machine and some unknown.  This lasted all afternoon and into the night.  I am so tired I barely have the energy to make this entry.  I wonder what is in store for me tomorrow?