25 [Just Before}
“What’s all that on-screen mess?” asked Roberto Gonzales, President of the United States.
“Giving you the best we have, Mr. President, and we’re not sure either.”
“Your best is not good enough, General.”
The practiced calm maintained in the White House Situation Room had denigrated into a carnival of yelling and calling out numbers, events and unfolding realities like a whirl-wind tourist market in some Third-World hellhole.
“Com-Sat is… gone?”
“Nothing from ISS! Shit, totally dark… all our people there…
“All the GOES weather-sats dark”
“Hubble off-line…”
“DeepStar …”
“Switch to the G-6 transponder! We need more power!”
“We did, you idiot! It’s not there.”
Chief of Staff General McCaffert felt like the worst was now happening. “Mr. President…”.
“Yeah, Scott, I can see we’re blind.” He looked over to the Secretary of State. “Any chance it’s…”
The Sec-State interrupted, “No… no…”. He was holding his headset hard against the side of his face, staring at his private laptop screen… “no, not an attack, not the Russians, not the Chinese, not any… they’re all losing it like us… shit! It’s all going dark…”
The President looked hard at his college-dorm friend, the Sec-Def, who was blank-faced, furiously tapping on his keyboard. “Does this have something to do with that damn ‘Project Apple’ I was just briefed on?”
Sec-Def Gregory Barnes, PhD in astrophysics himself, looked up at his President, highly-classified intel be damned. “No, Mr. President. Something else. Sir, it looks like a natural, extra-terrestrial phenomenon that’s started in the last twenty-four hours has… wait… shit!” He looked at his screen, then up at the entire room in a blank disbelief… “everything electro-magnetic is now vibrating at…”
Some nameless-brainless officer interrupted, “Sir? What’s vibrators gotta do with…”
Sec-Def talked right over the unknowing person. “Quiet! The fundamental frequency in the Universe is 1.855 times 1043 Hz, called the Schuman Rysmonic resonance. It’s the quantum signature of all matter in this Universe, something the ancients called the Song of the Aether. Our planet and all terrestrial life… in our Universe… vibrate at that frequency, like the musical key to a song. Right now… right now, something is entering the earth’s spatial intersect… into this Universe… that vibrates at a completely different frequency resonation… apparently at 24.115 times 1043 Hz… the resonance of another Universe, against our Aether… and… the basic matter from this Universe in its’ way will be torn apart…”
“Entering from… where?” That was the President speaking. Barnes has to answer his boss.
“Unknown origin. Mr. President… we are basically going to be rattled out of existence, and all earthly matter re-tuned by whatever frequency is now entering our space…”
“That’s the most preposterous… we have to be under attack!” could be heard in the corner of the room.
“Re-tuned… can you stop it?” blurted POTUS, turning to Sec-Def.
Greg Barnes looked at his old Harvard beer-drinking pal… Roberto studying law, he doing a War College science stint…
“Sir, we barely know how to read these vibrations, let alone alter it… all we get to do is watch and wait.”
“Greg, what’s going to happen?” The President was staring, blank-faced.
Screw protocol; “Rob, you should call Estrella and the kids right now… while you still can… before this… it could be a true… E-L-E… extinction-level…”
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