THE CREATORS OF OUR DNA

Albert stuck his head out. “I left my lamp with Collin and the rest. They seemed to be mesmerized by the painting of chamber twenty. I'm not an artist, but these paintings are amazing… it’s not like your rock art, right?”

“No, unless you consider Picasso a caveman.”

“This camera is different,” Albert finally said. “It is as if they had been spent a long time on its construction and they left it in its natural state.”

Although chamber twenty-three was identical in shape and size, its walls, floor, and ceiling were rough and unfinished. The mural painting was the only surface of the chamber that was smoothed and polished like the other chambers. The floor was full of detritus, mainly pieces of rock that looked like some type of fiber.

“Very strange,” said Weber, shaking his head slowly and rubbing his chin with his hand. “Did you see the artifact?”

Albert followed Weber's light to a bright disk, 7.5 centimeters wide in diameter.

“It's an optical disc. Hopefully, it explains what the hell this is.”

“It's a time capsule,” said Weber, “it's a set of forty-six artifacts, half art and half technology. It's as if an alien civilization would plant these artifacts, like someone burying a space capsule for later recovery.”

“For what purpose?” Albert asked.

“The most logical theory I can surmise for now is a time capsule,” Weber said methodically. “About its purpose, I cannot explain. Hopefully, this album tells its story.”

Weber picked up the disk and examined it closely. It was like a CD, only more boy, both sides had a golden sheen, with a central hole the thickness of a pencil. “It could be a mix of gold... I don't think it's an optical disc. Could be currency or some kind of conductor.”

Albert bent down to inspect it, taking it from Weber's hand. "Have reason, it could be gold. It's heavy." He moved it in the air, "But it looks a lot like an optical disk.”

“What will we do with the artifacts?” Weber asked.

“We are not prepared to take them back with us. I brought a range of level ten security so we can keep this a secret indefinitely,” Albert replied.

“Why not bring them with us?” Weber asked, holding up the puck. "I have the feeling that it is the key to all this mystery. The deeper we can access it, the better.”

“It's outside the parameters of our mission,” Albert began, “but I agree.”

“I agree with you. I don't think Quince would mind if we both agree on this.”

“Have you seen Samantha?” Sara asked, entering the chamber and looking around.

“No, we thought she was with you,” Albert replied alarmed.

“She was,” Collin said, “but then she walked away.”

“Without a lamp?” Weber asked.

“Damn,” Andrews exclaimed as he entered chamber twenty-three. “I bet that a teenager lived in this room.”

“Yeah, they left this chamber a mess,” Collin added.

Weber pointed his lamp at the painting. “If they were in such a hurry, why did they take the time to polish the wall where the paint is? I think they left without finishing the rest on purpose.”

“And what purpose would that be?” Collin asked.

“I don't know, but at least we can find some answers in this.” He pointed to the golden disc.

“Okay, now we talk,” Andrews said. “They speak my language. Let me see it."

Andrews took the puck, placing it in the palm of his left hand. “Direct the light right here at this angle,” his right hand was cocked at an angle indicating how he wanted the light to be positioned. Weber obeyed. “It has lines guides, but they are extremely subtle” he said triumphantly. He turned it over with utmost careful. “Maybe they already assumed it has gold.”

“Yes, it looks like a mixture or possibly a coating, but who knows, without lab results." Weber shrugged.

“We’ll take this, right?” asked Andrews.

“Yes, but we'll leave the rest here until we get the excavation team together,” Albert said.

“Good,” Andrews murmured, staring at the puck. “It has guide lines on both sides throughout the disc. Perhaps there is an immeasurable amount of information in this thing." His finger began to move across the disk as if he were counting something. He turned the disk over again, gently running his finger over the surface. “There are twenty-four sections, twelve on each side.”

“It's interesting, since we found twenty-three cameras.” Weber said.

“It's twenty-four if you count the antechamber,” Sara reminded him. “I'm going to look for Samanta, does anyone want to accompany me, preferably with a lamp?”

“I'll go get her,” Weber said. "I'd rather you and Collin work on the report video, oh, and by the way, the summary, at least as I see it, should include the term CTE, or Extraterrestrial Time Capsule.”

Weber left amidst a slew of questions from Sara, Collin, and Andrews.

“We have little time, so I can't explain my theory. Albert will tell you as much as I know. Just do your best and don’t worry.”

Weber walked down the corridor aware of the argument he had caused. The acoustics of the structure made listening useless. He did some mental calculations and estimated that the entire structure, from the antechamber to chamber twenty-three, measured 45 meters high and 30 meters wide. It was surreal going down the corridor in spiral with chambers emerging outward like cocoons, containing gifts of an ancient extraterrestrial civilization.

The structure was completely baffling to him. His mind created scenarios and theories over and over again, hoping to make some sense of it. “Samantha, where are you?" he called him.

“In chamber five,” Samantha's voice infiltrated the hallway like a ghost.

"Everything's fine?" Weber continued walking, unsure of the chamber she was in. “I'm fine,” Samantha said, her voice quieter even though Weber was quiet approached her.

His knees were still numb and he realized how much they hurt. speed up. He stopped at a modest pace; She was fine, he reminded himself.

“Samantha?” he called her. “I'm not sure what the fifth chamber is, so Talk to me, I must be close.”

“Did they find the top?” she asked.

“Yes, we found it, but it's not what you expected.”

“It's unfinished, right?”

Weber stopped. “Yes, but how did you know?”

“Have you noticed how similar this structure is to a strand of DNA? There is twenty-three chambers spread out in a helix-shaped corridor. Twenty-three pairs of chromosomes in each cell of our body..."

“Yes, but you didn't answer my question, how did you know?” He continued his way through the inclined corridor, following Samantha's voice. He thought that going down a fiber DNA entertained him. He might as well be in a cell wandering inside a chromosome; so he was cut off from the outside world.

“I think they are trying to tell us that our DNA is imperfect or incomplete.”

Weber continued his voice and entered the chamber. She was sitting with her legs crossed, facing the mural painting in the center of the chamber. In her hand held a lighter and the flame trembled when Weber entered.

“It's an amazing painting,” Samantha said silently. “I couldn't leave her. Sorry."

“Okay,” Weber sat down next to her. “Today I have been on my feet more than normal, “Sitting down will be good for me.”

She sank to her knees and hugged them tightly. She was a little cold and tired.

“What's so amazing about the painting?”

“It moves,” she replied.

Weber looked attentively at the wall and turned off her lamp. He wanted to see her with the same lighter light, like Samantha. "Does it move? I do not know what you mean. That move?” she said.

The painting consisted of a series of ovals of various overlapping colors. In its outer oval, there were inscribed glyphs. The object looked like the cross-section of an onion and floated against a starry sky with a moon sickle.

“I don't know,” she answered doubtfully, “maybe I'm the one who moves. I just know that I feel like I'm getting into this painting.”

Weber studied the painting, but felt no movement. However, he came to respect her intuitions and visions, so which he continued to observe carefully to capture some change in perspective or sense of movement.

“So what do you think it is?” she asked.

"This?" Weber put his arms in the air pointing at the entire structure.

"Yes this." Samantha's eyes looked up like a faint echo of the Weber arms.

"My current hypothesis is that an explorer race, originating from some part of the galaxy M51, came to Earth approximately a thousand years ago and interacted with the Chacoan Anasazi Indians. They built this... this structure to keep a collection of artifacts that represent his artistic and technical nature. They wanted her to be found some time later, so they left a device guide, who magically appeared and guided us to this amazing place.” She made a pause to take a breath. “I think it's a time capsule left here by this race."

Samantha let her words dissolve into the air before speaking. "His theory includes any speculation about the motive of this scout race?”

“No, but we found an interesting artifact in chamber twenty-three that could tell us something about that.”

"What is it?"

“It's an optical disc, or at least, that's what it seems like. If you are, you might have the answers to all our questions.”

“It's a good sign,” she said. “So far everything has been coded and encrypted, as if they don't want us to be able to communicate with them immediately. By For example, in your theory, you said that they came to Earth with the Indians Anasazi. If so, wouldn't they be able to communicate in the Anasazi language?”

"Probably."

“And yet, the glyphs, paintings, artifacts, are not easy to understand... even for you. If any other organization were to find the guidance device, for say, the CIA or NSA, for example, do you think they could get past this?"

"Who knows? Maybe…” said Weber. “But what is your point?”

“I think this race has cleverly disguised its intentions. This can be a time capsule, I don't know, but it's more than a collection of artifacts that they wanted us to discover. There is a process by which they want let's pass I feel like they have guided us. It's as if this discovery was just “a small step in a very long and intricate journey.”

Samanta's lighter ran out of fuel and they were plunged into darkness total. “That's my point.”

“I understand your reasoning,” Weber said, turning on her lamp and putting it in the ground with the light upward like a torch. "It is true that no race that would have achieved intergalactic travel, especially an explorer race, would have had complicated language translation technology. It is also It is true that they would have had many points of contact, more than with the Anasazi, to unless they had been here for a very short visit, which is unlikely..."

“...so they put up barriers and obstacles on purpose to ensure that their message required a lot of time and effort to understand,” Samanta said.

“I bet it won't be a piece of cake to access the drive and when we do, it won't be in English or any other language known to man.”

Weber stretched his legs out in front and leaned back with his arms behind him. he. “So you think they are very specific about who discovered their capsule weather?"

“That's how I feel,” Samantha replied. “You have seen that we have been tested every step along the way.”

“And the only logical reason to be so specific is that the message is profound, or of significant importance to a large number of people. And they want me to fall in the right hands. Our."

“That's what I think,” Samantha said, standing up. “I don't pretend to know what's here, but it's part of something massive... more sophisticated..." he made a pause. "I think that “There are more of these structures in other parts of the planet.”

She closed her eyes as if she remembered the vision of her. “If there are, somehow they can be interconnected.”

Weber stood up and took a quick look at it, shaking his hands out of habit. pants. The floor was perfectly clean. "I can't help but think that you're holding back some information, like you're afraid to share it. TRUE?"

“They call themselves the Time Travelers,” Samanta said with sudden relief. "Of in some way they are related to our genes. It's like they live somewhere level within us and also, they lived at a great distance. They also said something about the need to defend ourselves from another race of beings. a race alien with technology more advanced than we can imagine. These... the Time Travelers are involved in this because, according to They are the creators of our genes.”

Weber rubbed behind his neck. "Anything else?"

"No."

The sound of laughter shook the silent air of the chamber. The team came for the corridor and Andrews was telling some funny story.