Illegal Aliens XII

Welcome to weekend writing warriors. Many fine authors, and me, contribute short snippets for your delectation. This is the start of a new work, Illegal Aliens. It is something of a cross between a horror story, a science fiction tale, and a romance.

Roland, an archaeology instructor at Reading University (academic ranks in the UK are different than in the US, he’d be an assistant professor in the land of the free), is on his way to London. He’s on call when something unusual turns up in the works on the new underground. After an interesting conversation on the train, he arrives to find the odd item – a block of Roman Concrete which is covered in inscriptions.

Roland’s dinner continues, with an unusual choice of meal. He has just asked his visitor if she’s hungry. She has just sniffed him and told him he’s the one. Shades of the Matrix?  Continuing on  things are about to heat up.  They did, but was it real?

Sunlight streaming through his window finally wakened Roland. He rolled over in bed, reaching for her, hoping last night had not been a dream; he had a panicked moment, “She’s not here!” Then he heard a tuneless humming from downstairs.

The humming stopped; evaporating like the dew in the sunlight of the morning.

Roland leaped out of bed and took the stairs at a bound; there was no one down there, not in the kitchen, nor the front rooms, nor even the loo; the loo he, and … it was too much.

His mobile shot into life, “Bloody hell!”

He answered it, “What the hell now?”

It was Mr Shah, “Did you hear the news?”

“What news?”

Mr Shah’s voice, tinny on the mobile continued, “When we lifted that damned block of yours … the bomb, the bloody German bomb, it went.”

My sincere apologies for abusing semi-colons.

My coauthor informs me that he has a paper deadline this weekend, NAFIPS, whatever that is. Something about Fuzzy Restricted Boltzmann Machines. Whatever they are. (actually I know and they’re sort of cool in a nerdy sort of way.)

Was this hot strange woman a dream?

Maybe, maybe not.

To be honest it wouldn’t be much of a story if she were.

There’s another minor Egyptian God you should know about. Aker.

Aker was the guardian of the borders, sort of a shy, quiet, standoffish sort of God. But someone you wanted on your side.  He was usually described by a lion (often a spotted Barbary Lion). He and Bastet tended to clean up the mess that the other gods left behind, including killing the snake god Apep.


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Author: Amelia

A mild-mannered professor of computer science in real-life, I remove my glasses in the evening to become, well, a mild-mannered author in my alternate reality. I mostly write sweet romantic fiction, although with an occasional science-fiction or paranormal angle thrown in. I have interests in history, mathematics (D'oh), and cryptography. I'm also something of an Anglophile, and know that country pretty well. In addition to writing, research, and more writing, I volunteer with the scouts. I'm something of a nature-nut, enjoying long walks in the country with almost ultra-light gear, boating, and identifying wildlife.

14 thoughts on “Illegal Aliens XII”

  1. Interesting snippet, this guy has it bad! And apparently still doesn’t realize what he’s mixed in with. I was a little puzzled by “…nor even the loo; the loo he, and … it was too much.” I get she wasn’t in the loo but what does the rest of it mean? Maybe it’s clear in context if we weren’t reading just the snippets….minor nit. Quite the story going on!

    1. You may have missed it, (or I may have skipped it) but the concrete block that Mr Shah found on the underground is in a place where there could be a German bomb left over from the blitz. Thank you.

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