God's Headquarter: Alien Park

Chapter 1: Aydin’s Revelation

Aydin’s parents were not ready to believe what he told them about his journey, to see the Creator’s headquarters. Before telling them, he had been excited to share with his friends that the Creator had called him to his headquarters. But his parents’ reaction made him cautious. They looked at each other, they looked at the carpet, and they cleared their throats.

Telling people was a problem — no one would believe him. That was the reason he had decided to tell only his closest friend, Jim Birsha, who was always with him in his curiosity and scientific explorations. The lab gave another opportunity for him to check which of the creatures he had seen during his visit to the Creator’s headquarters.

Aydin and Jim had been friends since primary school. They collaborated in scientific explorations. Jim was the son of the billionaire scientist, Dr Samael Birsha, and had inherited his father’s interest. The older man had built a private research facility, which was used to conduct highly sensitive experiments and medical investigations. It was a place of great fascination for both the boys, but they didn’t have open permission to enter it and touch everything. It was a highly sophisticated facility, and the equipment was highly sensitive and complex, so the children were not allowed inside. But they felt that they were no longer children.

When they learned about microorganisms in school, they shared their excitement. Aydin confided in Jim his urge to study them closely. Jim’s father owned the laboratory, and Jim told him about Aydin’s ambition to do in-depth research on microorganisms. Jim invited him to his dad’s lab, where they could see many things within a limited permitted space. Aydin went to the lab and was allowed to inspect a variety of slides under the microscope for as long as he wanted. This stimulating experience pulled him back to the lab again and again. It was a new beginning.

Aydin wanted to share with Jim all that had learned from the visits to God’s headquarters because he knew that only Jim could believe him.

He had reached the school early and waited anxiously for Jim’s arrival. When he saw Jim coming, Aydin ran rapidly towards him. ‘Where’ve you been? I’ve been waiting for you like forever!’ Aydin blurted out.

Jim didn’t know why he was so anxious. ‘This is my usual time. What’s up?’

‘I just wanted to tell you something,’ Aydin told him excitedly.

‘What is it? Tell me,’ Jim asked him.

Aydin was trying to tell him when the bell rang, and they had to go to class.

* * * * *

Aydin could hardly concentrate on his studies during the class. As soon the break came, Aydin took Jim off to one side by the snacks machine. He told Jim about his experience excitedly. ‘Do you know what happened last night?’

‘I can guess you’re going to tell me. So . . . what happened?’ Jim asked impatiently.

Aydin revealed his secret. ‘I visited the Creator’s headquarters.’

‘What? How? How can anyone go there?’ It was truly hard to believe.

‘But I did. An angel came to take me to visit the place and then dropped me back at my home,’ Aydin told him.

‘And how did you get there?’ Jim asked him.

‘There was a vessel kind of like an eggshell which took us there via an elevator. Only my soul went up, while my body stayed on Earth,’ Aydin told him.

Jim was dumbstruck, staring at Aydin’s face, eyes narrowed in quiet disbelief. ‘Is this a joke?’

‘No, it is not a joke. I hoped you’d believe me. Even my parents think it was all a dream.’ His shoulders sagged a little in disappointment.

‘Are you sure it wasn’t?’ Jim cocked a quizzical eyebrow.

‘Of course. It was real. I have seen all the levels, and it was actuality. You couldn’t dream it,’ he said. He told Jim about the seven major levels excluding the ground and top level. He told him that he had seen trillions of different species, including aliens, dark and light life forms, and the most distinct hybrids which were beyond imagination. ‘I can’t tell you about everything that I have seen, but I’ll draw some after class. Now I know how we evolved. I got answers to all my questions. Now, I must meditate harder to meet the Creator on my next visit,’ he enthused.

‘The next visit? So, you’re expecting to go again?’ Jim was more surprised to hear that from him.

‘Yes, Ridz told me that I can visit again. He also told me that by improving my meditation skills, I may be able to meet the Creator of everything in person.’ Aydin was happy to share this.

‘Who the heck is Ridz?’ Jim asked in confusion.

‘Ridz is a Li-bot who took me and guided me through the visit,’ Aydin told him.

‘A Li-bot . . . Look . . . I’m your friend. I believe you. But how will others believe you?’ Jim said. ‘You don’t have any evidence.’

‘I don’t want to tell anyone else. I don’t need them to believe me. Because only we’ll research more about what I learned there,’ Aydin said.

‘If you’re not joking, this could be a great opportunity. With your knowledge, we could explore life forms that are so far undiscovered.’ Jim was warming as he knew about Aydin’s meditations and his passion.

‘We’ll go to your dad’s lab and try to check the information I learned about prehistoric and modern humans. This way, I hope, we’ll be able to explore some other avenues as well,’ Aydin suggested to his friend.

Jim showed some concern. ‘I guess you’re right, but there is one wee hurdle.’

‘What is the problem?’ Aydin was worried.

‘ we’ll have to tell my dad about your journey and all that you’ve seen,’ Jim said.

‘But how will he believe me?’ Aydin was nervous.

‘We’ll have to make him believe us. He could give great support for us to benefit from this knowledge and continue doing research,’ Jim said.

‘But what if he doesn’t believe us?’ Aydin asked him nervously.

‘If he doesn’t, then we’ll still be restrained from utilizing the lab freely,’ Jim told him.

‘Then what is the logic in telling him?’ Aydin asked.

‘You know that right now, we’re not allowed to enter sensitive areas of the lab, and our permissions are restricted. So, if we don’t tell him, we won’t have free access. By telling him, at least we have a chance. His agreement could be really helpful for us to continue with our explorations in a better way,’ Jim said.

‘OK, I think the risk is worth taking. What’s a suitable time to visit your dad and talk to him?’ Aydin wondered.

‘I’ll talk to him in the evening when he is free at home. I’ll tell you tomorrow what he says about meeting you,’ Jim told Aydin, and then they went back to class, since it was time to go in.

* * * * *

After work, Dr Birsha was sitting in his deckchair on the verandah surveying the roses. ‘Heaven is in a garden,’ he remarked to a passing bee, ‘or so they say.’

Samael Birsha allowed himself a few moments of self-satisfaction. And why not? PhD in Virology, another in Robotics, inventor of the Mindmedia simulated telepathy system . . . yes, why not feel just a little smug.

It had been the vaccine patent that made his fortune. That first breakthrough with the Corona family propelled him out of the dingy labs at UCLA and into the spotlight. Through Samael Birsha, mankind had triumphed over Influenza, SARS, MERS, COVID and all their relatives. But what really brought the greenbacks in was the little kink he had arranged while sequencing the DNA for the shot: it needed annual boosters and constant updating.

That way, he had gotten the world hooked. And with the $billion$ accruing from that small stroke of purest, unalloyed genius, he had been able to expand into those other areas of interest: robotics and simulated telepathy. He had never had much affection for people, except for his son. Robots were so pure, so delightfully outcomes oriented. With a tiny implant into the occipital bone, WiFi telepathy was now helping his country’s soldiers to communicate locally and globally. A government contract with no terminal date.

Still, he lived modestly in Paradise Hills, suburb of Arcadia City, as befitting an intellectual, a man of ideas.

* * * * *

He had taken his jacket off and loosened his necktie a couple of notches. As he rolled up his shirtsleeves, a manservant, with polished timing, dropped a chiseled ball of ice into a crystal tumbler, and poured over it three fingers of amber nectar . . . the Macallan. This was Jim’s opportunity.

‘Dad, you’re pretty open-minded,’ he began, and then Jim told his father everything he knew about Aydin’s journey to God’s H.Q. His dad, Dr Birsha, found it hard to swallow.

‘Sounds like a joke, dear boy. How could a schoolkid get access to the Holy of Holies?’ Dr Birsha frowned.

‘I thought so, too, but something in the way he talked made me believe. There must have been something, so at least we should give him a chance,’ Jim said.

‘So I give him access to my treasure,’ Dr Birsha asked, ‘and what’s the quid pro quo? What’s in it for us?’

‘If it’s real, maybe he could help us by bringing some little souvenir from the Creator’s headquarters that would make us famous,’ Jim said.

‘But why would he do that? Would you offer him money to do that?’ Dr Birsha asked him, eyes wide.

‘No, he told me that he got access because his soul was scanned and cleared as a pure soul. Greed is one of the Deadly Sins. If he had a material motivation it would surely prevent him from going to all the levels, if any. So I’ll have to find some rationale for him to bring some materials back. I’m thinking of those he referred to as DNA drives,’ Jim said.

His dad considered the idea. ‘Well, if they exist . . . but there is no harm in giving it a try. I guess you’re big enough to be trusted.’

‘Thanks, Dad. Aydin doesn’t lie. I’m quite sure that we’ll find a way to profit from his new explorations.’

‘What has he told you about the alien species?’ Dr Birsha asked him.

‘We couldn’t discuss that much because of class. I’ll bring him along after school tomorrow. Then you can ask him for more details,’ Jim said.

Dr Birsha agreed. ‘OK, come to the lab in the afternoon. I’ll tell Security.’

* * * * *

Aydin was going to the lab with his friend. He was doubtful that Dr Birsha would believe him., and he was oblivious of his friend’s exploitative intention.

‘Did you tell your father about my visit to the Creator’s headquarters?’ Aydin asked his friend.

‘Not exactly, I just told him that you’ve some new knowledge that you want to discuss with him,’ he said, hiding the real crux of that discussion.

Jim felt clever. The decision to give Aydin free access into the lab was in the Birshas’ personal interest. Aydin was an innocent with a pure soul. He would never suspect.

When they reached the lab, Dr Birsha was waiting. He greeted Aydin very kindly, and then after making him comfortable, asked him about the new knowledge that he wanted to discuss.

Aydin then told all him about the process of meditation, which he had been practicing for a long time, and his subsequent journey to the Creator’s headquarters. He also told him about the different creatures that he had seen there.

Dr Birsha listened intently, evaluating the story. As a scientist, he felt able to evaluate the probability of Aydin’s story being more than just overwrought imagination. He decided that it was.

‘These DNA drives you mentioned . . . ’ Dr Birsha intruded.

‘They’re a medium to store the DNA data or Design Code of a life form. All the creatures on Earth have been created according to a specific DNA code. Those files are saved in the drives and stored at all respective levels in the drives libraries,’ Aydin explained.

He asked another question. ‘Interesting. So, is there a DNA drives library at the aliens’ level as well?’

‘Yes, it’s there for the aliens as well, stored at the hybrid level,’ Aydin replied.

‘And what about the light and dark life forms? What we call good or bad ghosts or departed souls, right?’ Dr Birsha asked him.

‘Yes, you’re correct. They are ghosts and departed souls who are wandering with their unfulilled desires,’ Aydin replied.

The scientist asked a difficult question. ‘How can their data be stored in the form of drives then? They have left their DNA in their dead bodies on Earth.’

Aydin smiled. ‘I had asked the same thing from them. They are not stored in the form of DNA, but their design code is in the form of energy, which is stored in an appropriate manner.’

Dr Birsha smiled. This was evidence that Aydin was right. The latest research about souls and ghosts had revealed similar facts; they were a form of energy.

‘There are design files for them as well. Those are different from the DNA data files and are in the form of energy. They have maintained storage for everything,’ he continued.

Dr Birsha was optimistic. He had found the answers to most of the questions he had in mind.

‘So, you’ll be able to go again?’ he asked.

Aydin got excited by this question. ‘I’m sure I will. Ridz told me that my meditation will keep the path open for me,’ he said.

‘Great. You could help all humanity,’ Dr Birsha confidentially leaning towards the boy.

‘What do you mean, sir? I don’t understand. What is the link between my visit and help for humanity?’

‘Ah, you don’t know the major functions and the purpose of this lab. It was created to help humanity. Here, we reproduce human organs to save lives. There are so many people who lose organs through accident or disease. We recreate and transplant their organs and help them to live new lives. But we still need to do experiments to gain more complete knowledge. You could really help us to do our work in a better way, lift us to a higher level.’

‘So, can I join your lab for the research?’ Aydin asked him, all agog.

Dr Birsha put a fatherly hand on Aydin’s shoulder, and looked him straight in the eyes. ‘Yes, of course, you’re very welcome. You’ve free access, and my team will assist you whenever the need arises,’ the scientist said to him generously.

Aydin was excited and gratified by such a warm welcome. He couldn’t hide his happiness. Dr Birsha had not only believed him but also permitted him to work in his lab. He had no idea of the doctor’s private agenda and what disaster it was leading them into. All he wanted to do was help people. He thought that some more good deeds would enhance his position regarding his soul’s eternal progress. He hoped that he would someday reach the top level, which he had missed during his first visit.

* * * * *

He was again meditating. He really wanted to see Ridz. During his meditation, he slept a little. He saw Ridz, who told him to remain patient. The angel told him that one day he would again be called to the Creator’s headquarters. Then he woke up suddenly. That reassured him. The visit was not a dream; he knew Ridz was communicating with him.

He started to work at the lab and conducted research on the different concepts he had learned. Things were coming together. He was also interested to know how organs were reproduced. He was busy in the lab, testing different materials to see microorganisms, when his friend came to him with a clever idea.

Jim spoke to him. ‘You should not waste the status your hard work has earned you. Humanity needs your help.’

‘I don’t get it. What are you saying?’ Aydin was confused.

‘Let me explain. You’re blessed. You’re the only one known to us who got permission to visit the Creator’s headquarters, right?’ Jim explained to him.

‘Yes. So?’ he said.

‘I’m sure that you can go again and help us to help humanity in an even better way,’ Jim said to him.

‘What are you suggesting? I don’t get it. What are you suggesting?’ Aydin was still confused.

Jim shared his plan cleverly to give Aydin a positive impression. ‘You know that my father is running this lab pro bono publico, reproducing human organs to save lives. His team could really benefit if you brought some of the DNA data drives back with you. Then his team would have the advanced DNA formulas and data files, and they would definitely be able to eliminate several diseases from Earth.’

Aydin immediately rejected the idea. ‘How can I get the DNA data drives? I’ll never be able to seek permission to bring those drives from the Creator’s headquarters.’

Jim gave him another piece of sly logic. ‘I know that, but why do you want to seek permission? We’re doing this all for the sake of humanity. God is the Creator and can create the drives as many times as he wants. There is no harm for him at all, so you should bring some drives with you.’

Aydin got apprehensive. ‘How is it possible? That’s stealing. God would forbid me from doing it.’

Jim tried to convince him politely. ‘It’s not stealing. Your intention is good. You want to help his beloved creatures by applying the formulas of the stronger creatures from other hybrid life forms. There is no harm for anyone. God will reward you instead.’

Dr Birsha also joined their discussion.

‘You don’t need to worry. You only need bring some drives once. My staff and I will study the formulas and note them down. Then you can put them back when you go back the next time,’ he advised Aydin.

‘But he is God. He will know if I tried to do that.’ Aydin was getting nervous.

‘You know that there are millions of people who are either dying or get killed every day. God knows about that too, and he could stop these deaths, but he doesn’t. You’re doing it with good intentions. Why would he stop you?’ Dr Birsha said.

‘But are you sure that I’ll be able to go back again after stealing them, to put the drives back to the headquarter?’ Aydin was almost coming to believe them.

Dr Birsha played the last cunning move. ‘Don’t think too much. Don’t feel the guilt of stealing because it may affect your soul color. Only think positively, that you’re saving humanity. This will preserve the purity of your soul, and humanity will be indebted to you for what you’re going to do for the entire world.’

‘OK, I’ll try when I go back. This is a big risk, but I’ll take it for the sake of humanity.’ Aydin was fully hypnotized by now with no idea of how they were using him.