The Great Exchange, Historic Abstract for Dissertation

Why Humans are in the Colga Galaxy

Place: Earth, U.S.A., Florida, Outskirts of Port Saint Lucie

Galaxy: Milky Way

* Compiled from the historical documents on Earth and human history pertaining to the years before earth fell into ruin to the first several years after landing in the Colga galaxy.

The world was shaking all around them.  Steel beams from the ceiling and dry wall were falling from the building’s frame.  Scientists were running and dodging debris as they loaded electronics and giant bulbous cells containing brandies-blue, translucent liquid and comatose humans into a shuttle-ship that was waiting just outside of the warehouse.

           The sky through the hanger opening had turned a murky liver brown from blowing dust and fires on the other side of Lucie.  Trees swayed and with a booming crack, toppled to the ground. Leaves scattered across a cracked highway. Steel blue eyes encircled by wrinkled grey skin stared at the sight in terror as another mushroom cloud in the far distance caused a tremor to rush through the floor before the thunderous crack of the shock wave reached the building. It was going to be a tricky feat getting the shuttle up in the air with these earthquakes.

“Get them out of here!” the grey-blue eyed scientist screamed at running blue collars as they rushed to get the sleeper cells out of the honey-comb like pod compartment that dominated the two story wall on the far side of the warehouse.  There were five hundred people in the cells that had been cryopreserved to be awoken when they had reached the next galaxy. Each holding cell could weigh up to two tons and take more than thirty minutes to load onto the awaiting ship. The scientists and blue collars had little time, for Earth was starting to crumble.


The cold war between America and Russia years ago had spawned an underground war between primarily the first world countries, though some of the third-world warlord countries got in on the action too by allying with first world countries.  Some of the countries brought their arguments to the public table, but most were reserved for the private rooms. Elicit drugs were not the factor that boiled under the cold world war. Neither was ammunition or oil or sweatshop labor that kept it going.  What kept it going was the secret cloning and genetic manipulation of human beings performed on Polaris – the moon colony.

An unknown organization infiltrated two competing companies, working for two warring countries, making biohazard, RWE, and hydrogen bombs.  This organization had attacked the warehouses that these countries were doing their testing in, set off all the bombs and artillery in the warehouses, destroying those two countries, India and Scotland.  This one simple form of destruction set off every warring country on Earth. In the end, it spawned the Third World War – the Annihilation War as it came to be known by the space-travelers.

That unknown organization had been stealing design ideas from the nations and creating its own versions of bombs.  Then, once the organization had enough, it set up the bombs on specific tectonic plate points around the world, mainly along the Ring of Fire, and with one remote, caused them all to blow.  Through this, the earth mantel began to collapse.  

The five hundred people in the cryonic cells were the only hope for Earth’s next generation, and first generation in space.


About 40 years before the Annihilation War a man by the name of Corbin Ziphle cracked the time barrier. He had found how to circumnavigate the original theory of a Morris-Thorne wormhole and the Roman ring to expand into a new horizon that he started calling the Omega series. He had to bypass the twin paradox problem derived under general relativity in regards to the closed time-loop and the superluminal and subluminal travel problems. By observing the interactions of neutrinos in regards to the Cherenkov electromagnetic radiation, he was able to determine how to magnify the Omega series over the course of 20 years.   Slowly he allowed larger and larger objects through and eventually living creatures, starting from small insects until he himself went through to the other side – granted, after figuring out how to bring back a trained gorilla.

Ziphle, after his first successful stint in time travel, joined up with a woman by the name of Sophie Lisgon who found a way chemically to balance the blood and brain in a human body so that humans could be “cryonically frozen” in time and the body would not age or decompose. She had mastered the issues of biological decomposition of the cryopreservation process that the old cryprotectants could not fully stop. She had stumbled upon a new protectant that worked at 31.65 degrees Celsius – the body did not have to be frozen, therefore not incurring the problematic ice-crystals that could destroy brain and internal organ tissues.  The person could be brought out of the state at any point in time. The two formed a team and started going back in time, constructing the perfect colony of people to bring back the human race if anything were to happen, a security blanket so to speak.

The two created a small laboratory and hired a batch of fringe scientists and odd-ball blue collars willing to go along with Ziphle and Lisgon’s ideas. They obtained ship men, knights straight from the battle field, high pristine women of the 1800’s, artists, politicians, preachers, carpenters, basically a person or two from almost every walk of life, and preserved them for an emergency. These people were not famous by any account; they just disappeared from their time. Only once did Ziphle and Lisgon’s work almost came to light when an army command sergeant major went missing from Sandia base near Albuquerque, New Mexico – it was brushed off as the man having gone AWOL by the military, but folks in town began saying that aliens had abducted the man. Ziphle and Lisgon had a good giggle over martinis the day they found the newspaper clippings about the man they had brought back.

There were 350 men and 350 women who would help the next generation begin again.  Most of them brought books, weapons, money, and other forms of worldly comfort. They were placed in the compartments that they would be living in for the next several decades. Electrical currents were sent through the muscles every hour to keep the muscles toned.  A chemical drip rod was placed in the spine to keep and moderate the hormone levels in the body that regulate degeneration and to keep the brain and cardiovascular system operating. There were chemicals applied to the sleeping cells. The bodies were suspended in a translucent blue liquid that contained a wide variety of compounds that helped in the preservation process. There were sealants that had to be applied to the window-like door to keep the glass from cracking and the air locks were secure. By the time the two had made as much of the blue preservation liquid as they possibly could, there were no more resources to get the chemicals, leaving only five hundred and twelve doses.  Twelve of the doses were left in vials, waiting for an emergency.


“Get them in the ship NOW!” the blue-grey eyed scientist screeched at the top of his lungs.  He ran from one end of the vast room to the other, his white lab coat fluttering behind him like many doves connected on strings.  His heart raced, his thick black glasses fell down his nose, causing him to push them back every few seconds. Sweat was trickling down his neck and forehead as he looked at his watch.  They only had two hours left to get the remaining thirteen people on board the spaceship.

           Other scientists, guards, and workers started to help load the people into the custom made awaiting ship.  The people who were loading the compartments onto the ship had been doing this for the last two days, and they were becoming fatigued, but they had to get this done, if only in the hopes to preserve the human race.  

Pilots were starting to get aboard and strap in, checking coordinates, setting the instrument panels and doing an overall last minute safety inspection of the ship.  It was going to be a long flight, but the break in the time frame had made it possible for Ziphle to finally develop hyper-speed to a refined, less bumpy ride. That cut the time, resulting in only three months before they reached the new galaxy where originally if the person were to travel at a normal light year speed it would take thousands of years to reach another galaxy.


The astronomers employed by Ziphle called it the Ray Galaxy after the two suns dominating its main system space, which they called the Mobius system.  They estimated at least seventeen planets and ninety-two moons in that particular star system. The scientists had sent one other spacecraft there once to inspect the place.  They had found the atmospheric pressure from eleven of those planets matching the atmosphere on earth to only a degree or two of difference. The Mobius system was the final destination of the Subgalaxia, the spacecraft carrying the five hundred frozen people, along with crew.

Once the Subgalaxia reached the Ray Galaxy, the crew found life already in existence, and quite developed to their amazement.  There were Kinsarna swimming the water planet called Vico and some of the various moons; Sand Eliviks living on the desert planet known as Chima with others of the Elivik species populating several of the other planets in the system; Canto running on the pastures and grasslands, and Sho’ren inhabiting the woodlands, along with a flying subspecies of Sho’ren called Ipty.    Those were the primary forms of humanoid life forms that were found in the Ray Galaxy. Soon the humans discovered that the Ray Galaxy was actually called the Colga Galaxy, but that would come later.

Along with those odd forms of human beings, the colonists found massive, serpentine like creatures, speed horses, some canine-like creatures the size of cattle, a dwarfed size non-shifting Canto, and a mass variety of other strange flora and fauna.  During the time that the humans established their place in the Colga Galaxy, some of the species became extinct while others that were on the verge of extinction become rather common. In this time, the humans came in contact with what they called dragons, serpentine manipulative creatures that were found on every planet and moon and appeared to regulate the political undercurrent of the Galaxy by using the humanoids as pawns. From what scientists could understand, before the research on the dragons was put to a stop, the dragons had no reason to interfere with the humans and humanoids other than it amused them to do so.

The twelve extra vials traveled with one of the scientists that had come on the ship. He was Ziphle and Lisgon’s love child.  He took up residence on the planet Helena, soon to be called the changing planet. He traveled often from town to town, helping in the hospitals. He had taken up clinical humanoid pediatrics after developing a friendship with an Ipty mother who lost her son to poor medical treatment in regards to a broken and infected carpometacarpus.  

The scientist had left for one of the northern hemisphere’s desert capitals when he received an emergency call for a young Canto that had shattered his hoof. Half-way there his speed horse stumbled under him.  The vials in the briefcase were not packed in foam as they would have been on earth and the clasps on the box were rusty and loose. As the luggage spilled onto the sand, the vials tumbled out, shattering, sending their contents flying.  Devastated, the scientist rushed to gather anything salvageable from the chemicals. They had reacted with the sands of Helena, forming glowing cobalt blue balls of glass.

He gathered them up in his bag, but once all of them touched, the planet started to shake under his feet.  Suddenly palm trees grew around him then were swept away by water, the water froze, then melted, leaving a river that dried up into sand. It was so bewildering that the scientist did not believe that the blue orbs had coincidentally touched at the same time that the planet went through its sudden dynamic changes.  Before anything else could happen, the scientist reached into the bag and took a hand full of the balls out, stopping the changing effect.

When the scientist reached the capital, he had the chemical balls inlaid into twelve gold blanks from the local mint.  He hated the idea, but he had to split the twelve chemical compounds up. After having them inlaid, he went out onto the local street and passed the coins out to several strangers.  

Slowly they went from hand to hand, becoming heirlooms, getting lost, being transported from planet to planet.  Some people left notes in their wills or in a book or computer revealing where they had last left them. A few people were left with instructions on where to find them, others leaving them with friends.

Before he died, the scientist wrote a book on the twelve coins and what they were meant to do, and what they could do now.  Once, a few months before the scientist passed away, a man from Vico, the water planet, brought one of the coins to the man, telling him at some point in time that it reminded him of the pirate doubloons from when he was a young lad back on earth. So, the scientist named his book,The Twelve Doubloons.  

He told the scientist that he had also found the coins, leaving them where they were, but creating clues for finding them. A displeased, almost haunted look crossed the scientist’s face when he was told this, but he nodded anyways, continuing to listen to the shipman.

Ten days after the death of the scientist, astronomers on Helena saw the light of an exploding star.  Unbeknownst to anyone but the scientist’s only daughter, the light was the explosion of earth.  

Later, some years actually, she finally told the press and media.  They paid little attention, but it was put down in the history books for the sake of the human children’s understanding of their past.

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by Kavordia2

I am a writer and artist working through the Kavordian Library series. I write sci-fi, fantasy, lgbt romance.

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