The celebration was such an uplifting event that many a grown man cried, and every single security protocol was thrown out the window. We had achieved a victory that insured the survival of humanity. We felt that war, itself, had become obsolete in the face of that momentous victory for humanity.
During the course of the celebration, Captain Yuri gladly showed us his ship, which he said would no longer be needed now. He showed us the living quarters, the galley, the missile targeting center, the launch control stations, and the missile tubes themselves which were large cylinders made of steel that were standing tall in four long rows. He explained the meaning of what we saw. "This ship," he said, "carries enough destructive force all by itself, to wipe out every major city in North America. That's what we, and other crews like us, stood ready to do, every second of every day since these ships were built. We have the capability to launch a missile every ten seconds. Now, the madness has ended. The missiles will never be launched. The nightmare that we have endured for so long, is over."
The mighty Typhoon submarine left our waters the next morning. We never saw it in our waters again, only the name that was associated with it remained in my memory, that of captain: Yuri Brovikov. Naturally, he and his friend Petrovitch were duly honored as national heroes. Still, this wasn't the way we had come to know the captain. We knew him better.
Nicolai did not live long enough for us to see him again, or for us to talk with him, but long enough to know that the victory has been won, and to know that he had made a vital contribution towards that victory.
Also, he was honored by the Russian Navy for his heroic intervention to save the lives of most of the Navy personnel of the Northern Fleet based in Murmansk. He had ordered an emergency evacuation exercise that had cleared the entire Navy department and their dependents from the Murmansk area. He has honored for this by all the country's Admirals who came to his hospital bed in Moscow, before he died.
We were told that the illness had quickly crippled him, and left him without a voice. Still, we all knew, that without his alertness and his courage, the dying of humanity would have become unimaginable. So, it was Nicolai, more than anyone else, who had saved humanity. The sublime honor, if there is such a thing, belongs to him alone.
I knew that some day the world would hear his story. He was a man of great courage, of defiance when much was at stake. This courage is nowhere better expressed than in his swift reaction that had sent Antonovna and myself to Siberia, contrary to all the direct orders from the highest levels that commanded him not to become involved. It was plain that he had acted like a true patriot, and that all of his actions had been vital. Without the Siberian discovery, which had remained a secret that Moscow's officials never knew about, we might not have discovered the orbit and the identity of the death-star satellite as quickly as we had. Then, how many more cities and entire nations would have been lost?
We were told much later that Nicolai had died two weeks after the day of infection, together with Antonovna at his side, who had been unable to get away. They died with countless others whose names were never recorded, because too few of the people survived who might have remembered them.
Also, no one ever found out who had ordered the death-star spacecraft to be built. The UN had funded it as an advanced earth resources survey satellite. NASA had been involved in the communications design under the same misconception. Several manufacturers had been involved from around the world in building the navigation and delivery hardware. The software development was fragmented. A large portion was created in Israel, other parts were written in Sweden and Singapore. The virus was apparently developed in Africa in a primate research facility, where it was cultured and tested on deceived test subjects who had been recruited from the homeless of the big cities. Once the cultured the virus' were sealed into the drop-pads surrounded by nutrients, the final assembly was carried out in Russia by a British team that had later died from incidental infections.
The finished product was launched into space by none other than the Russians space agency that had the only boosters big enough to get the massive piece into orbit. No question had been asked. The offered payment for the launching had been 'right.'
As the investigation unfolded it became soon evident that far too many people had profited from the launch for the truth ever to be known. Hastily initiated cover up operations obscured whatever traces had been found. The cover up operations were said to have been the reason why the discovery of the first pod was hushed and became hidden behind a cloak of official secrecy. There had been no conspiracy in real terms, except the conspiracy to protect the networks of corruption.
Everyone acknowledged that the organizational effort to build the spacecraft, and to organize the cover-up effort that had obscured the project, were both phenomenally complex. The entire project had become shielded by a huge network of interlocking lies and untraceable financial transactions. The network had been so vast that in the end none of the threads that were discovered, were ever connected to a common source.
The supporting structure was also very big. It had involved so many players and decoys that the investigation ended after two years of digging, without any conclusion having been reached. It was rumored in the end that another pay-off operation eventually silenced the investigation itself. In the course on the investigation many convicts were added to the jails in many a country, including most of the royalty of Europe, which were later released.
A consensus was developed that the royals, themselves, were not directly involved, since the project was too cleverly perceived and carried out, and too well hidden. It was believed, instead, that some perverted government agency, or agencies, with the required worldwide connections and influence, had made the royal's objective their own objective. Still, there was no proof for this, either. Ushi firmly believed that this had been the case, because it matched her experience in Nicaragua. It had become widely recognized in later years that the Contras had been supported by a secret organization within the highest levels of the U.S. Government that had imported crack cocaine by the plane loads into North America, which had been dumped onto the streets in American ghettos in order to pay for the Contras' war. She said that this was but one example of what can happen when insanity takes over in the government of a nation. In the case of the Contras, the nation's destitute and poor ended up paying for the shadow government's illegal operations that ended up killing many thousands of people. In the end, nothing was accomplished except an imposition of death. No one had ever been arrested for that operation, either. The investigations that were launched became stalled, and the more important people that had been linked to the death star project were conveniently shielded by technicalities from having to answer for their crimes. Eventually, the entire investigation was deemed inconclusively and was officially closed. One could see the same pattern unfolding that we had seen so many times in the past that had been orchestrated to hide a government's dirty hands.
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