Chariot 3: Conception
Chapter 15 – The night became light

Chariot 3`s propulsion system was stable, the linear motor was nearly at its top speed. It would have been difficult if not impossible for the flying disc to be seen by the naked eyed.

Without the E-Lenses that the others were wearing, Ezekiel had no idea of how fast Chariot 3 was moving. He could barely see anything through the portholes above his head, except by the natural light from the stars coming through.

At the pace Chariot 3 crossed the Atlantic Ocean, the man watched the night turn into day in minutes, maybe seconds.

At the moment, Ezekiel could not be certain of anything but one single thing: “the lords made the night become light”.

Far from realizing that he was much more distant from home than he thought he would ever be, the man had many heavenly assumptions and another infinity of questions that he would not dare to ask.

The sudden deceleration followed by a change of course in mid-air could barely be felt by the crew, although for an instant, Cai Yiu observed Flumen holding his seat tighter than the usual.

Chariot 3`s pressurization system could not only simulate an atmosphere similar to the one present in Nibiru and Earth at the same time, but could also eliminate nearly any sensation of motion during its flight. In Nibiru, the word “turbulence” for long had lost its meaning.

The four members of the crew could finally sight land a few miles ahead. Captain Shoffer started to descend the ship and reduce its speed.

Close to their final approach, Chariot 3 expanded her Transparency Mode, eliminating any visual barrier between those wearing the lenses and the outside.

Without any structural obstruction, the four contemplated what awaited for them hundreds of feet below.

At a small distance they saw a green plateau turn into a vast forest of huarango trees, typical of that area.

As they hovered over the apparently untouched landscape, the crew of Chariot 3 noticed an unexpected oddness among the vegetation. Trunks of trees which appeared to be recently cut down, laid on the ground.

“We are not alone.” Flumen whispered his obvious conclusion to the others whilst inclining his body towards the front and pointing down over their shoulders.

Not much far ahead there was no longer sign of a forest, but rows and rows of a maize plantation standing meters under their feet.

As they watched a few acres of maize being left behind, the scenery transformed itself into a cotton plantation which had an exceptionally exotic look for most of them.

After hearing Flumen`s words, Ezekiel looked around and scratched his beard, wondering if somebody else had just joined them. He then curiously observed the others looking down towards their feet.

In an attempt to calm his soul, Ezekiel assured himself that there was undoubtedly much more to see and to understand that he would ever be able to, and what was happening was probably one of those things he would not comprehend.

Listening to the man`s thoughts, V-Nus looked back and, for a moment, felt sorry for the him as he could not see any of the beauty they were contemplating, except by the sun light coming through the circular portholes above their heads.

V-Nus` excitement whilst observing the nature was evident. His eyes appeared to be bigger and completely incapable of blinking, not even for a second. For an instant he felt as if he belonged to the place or at least he wished did.

The green vegetation ceased unexpectedly, swallowed by a layer of an arid land. Although the sudden change was eye catching, it was not exactly what caught their attention.

Flumen extended his arm over V-Nus`s shoulder and pointed straight ahead.

“The lines…”

Looking down to the ground over their right hand side, the crew could see a collection of long straight lines that intersected each other in various directions while others were laid parallel to each to another. Some formed trapezoid geometries and others flattened the pic of a mountain.

From that altitude, they could not quite decipher what the lines were made of, but one thing was obvious: they were not a natural phenomenon.

V-Nus did not demonstrate as much astonishment as the others when he looked to the side and saw a much greater line extending itself for over ten miles through the arid field. “Drawings”. He said.

Although Flumen had a clear idea of what they were looking at, his excitement only seemed to increase at the pace their journey progressed.

“These are known as the Nazca lines, a type of ancient geoglyphs, considerably big hieroglyphs made on the land, and believed to have been created by the Nazca culture that once lived in this area. Their real purpose was never clear and there are many possible theories”. Chariot 3 broke the silence anticipating what Flumen had to say.

At the pace Chariot 3 hovered a small mountain, the crewmates turned their necks to the side in an attempt to follow some of the lines for an extra instant.

The ship suddenly turned left and inclined its disc shaped body thirty five degrees, giving them a different perspective of the curvilinear design underneath.

Captain Shoffer looked down over his shoulder and had a glimpse of the drawings, but rapidly turned back to the front without giving it much importance. The low altitude turn and the safety of the others was far more important.

The combination of the curvilinear shapes composing one of the figures did not quite make sense to those whose eyes tried to follow the lines, until the ship`s maneuver finally brought to the occupants a much clearer perspective of what laid among their eyes.

One by one, the Nibirians finally understood the unsophisticated lines of a figure drawn with its head peculiarly circular on the sides and slightly flat on the top and bottom which connected to a body absent of a neck. Its eyes were big and round, and the only other detail on its head appeared to be its disproportionally small mouth.

Its body was represented by a contour that then turned into a pair of legs standing in a bipod position. The legs were separated by a unique linear pattern that somehow provided an ambiguous impression of an overall suit. Its left arm pointed down, in a resting position while the right arm stood up, with its hand next to the head resembling a salutation.

Once the Nibirians finished picturing the humanoid being in their minds, none of them could replace the appropriate words to express their inconclusive conclusion…