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THE PSYCHIC WARRIOR
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The Rylls found out about the Dorion's invasion plans, and sent a force here to defend Earth. As it stands now, the two sides are in a stalemate, each waiting for the other to make a critical mistake."
Only yesterday, Al thought, he would never have believed such a weird yarn. But in light of what he had learned since the arrival of Sue, he readily accepted what she was telling him.
She continued. "What is so puzzling to me is that the Rylls and Dorions are small light skinned beings. The Rylls wear silver uniforms, and the Dorions wear black. They can communicate with each other through telepathy or speech, but must communicate with us by speech because the human mind doesn't possess telepathic powers. One of them learned English, and that's how we communicate."
"That can't be right about humans not having telepathic powers," said Al. "I had no trouble at all in understanding them."
"That's what is so strange to me. Also, your description of tall beings in yellow uniforms didn't fit. On top of that, neither the Rylls or the Dorions have the type of ship you described. When I first heard of your experience, I thought you might have encountered Dorions. But now I don't have a clue who or what they were."
"And you think the Rylls might like to meet with me to see what they make of it."
"Al, you're reading me again. There's not much doubt that psychic powers have awakened in your mind. Yes, I think they would be eager to meet with you and to hear about this mystery ship. I can arrange the meeting if you have no objection. We have a little device in Albuquerque, courtesy of the Rylls, that we use to communicate with them. I can call CAPS, and they can contact the Rylls to set it up."
"What about the government? Shouldn't the Rylls be dealing with the authorities?"
"The Rylls refuse to deal with any Earth government at this stage. If we don't respect their wishes, we'll lose contact with them completely. Will you agree to the meeting?"
"I'll admit that I'm not thrilled about it, but I'm game. I'd really like to know why they singled me out to abduct and make these changes in my body."
"I'll be leaving now," she said. "I'll call CAPS and make my report. I'll call you from the motel as soon as I have a decision from them."
That night, Al lay awake trying to make sense of all that had happened. But the more he thought about it, the less sense it made. He finally fell asleep, his mind in turmoil.
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The next morning, Sue called. "I just received a reply from CAPS. They contacted the Rylls last night and arranged the meeting. The Rylls have already surveyed the Lake Lorene area, and they say they can pick you up at end of the dock at your place of business tonight at 9:00 PM. You'll have no problem communicating with them. One of the Rylls, named Nor-dinn, has learned our language. But maybe you can communicate with them through telepathy, as you did the other beings."
A deep feeling in Al's mind told him that the Rylls must not learn of his ability to use telepathy, although he was not sure why he didn't want the Rylls to know this.
"For now" said Al, "I'd rather you tell no one, especially not the Rylls, about my telepathic abilities. Just tell them I'll be waiting for them at the end of the dock."
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It was almost nine when Al walked out onto the dock. Sue had assured him that the Rylls were friendly, but he still felt jittery. Friendly or not, he wasn't looking forward to another encounter with space aliens.
At exactly nine o'clock, a glowing disk-shaped object appeared in the sky. As he watched, he saw a smaller object descending from the disk. As the object neared, he could see that it was a sphere, about eight feet in diameter. It stopped directly in front of him, hovering inches above the dock.
A door slid open, and a small humanoid stepped out. It was about four feet tall with a thin body and a large head. It had large glassy eyes, small pointed ears, thin lips, and a small flat nose. It wore silver coveralls.
"You are the one called Al Rice?" There was a tremor in its voice, reminding Al of some old men he'd met.
"Yes, I am."
"I am called Nor-dinn. Please follow me."
He followed Nor-dinn into the sphere. With no sensation of movement, the sphere zoomed up to the mother ship. They stepped out of the sphere and into the larger craft. Nor-dinn led him into a compartment where another Ryll was seated. Except for the insignia on the front of their uniforms, he couldn't tell the two Rylls apart.
"This is Orr-pon, our intelligence officer. He has not yet learned your language, but I will interpret for him."
Al sensed that there was telepathic conversation going on between the two Rylls, but he was unable to make sense of their thoughts.
Aloud, Nor-dinn said, "We understand that you have been in contact with an alien race unknown to us. Will you please describe the encounter?
Al related the entire incident as he remembered it. There was more telepathic conversation between the Rylls.
"Al Rice," said Nor-dinn, "Orr-pon has a mind probe device that is designed to penetrate subconscious thoughts. It reveals thoughts of your inner mind. If you agree to the mind probe, perhaps we can learn something about these mysterious beings. You will experience no discomfort."
Al wanted to learn more about his strange experience. And what was there to lose? "All right," he said. "I agree."
Almost immediately Al regretted that he had agreed. Their probe would surely find that he had communicated with the beings through telepathy. But just as suddenly a reassurance came to him that the Rylls would not learn of his abilities with their device.
A Ryll brought a small container into the compartment. Nor-dinn opened the container and removed three metallic headbands. One of the bands was adjusted to fit Al's head, and the other two bands were fitted to the heads of the Rylls.
Nor-dinn adjusted several dials on the container. Al began to feel drowsy, and once again he went through the abduction experience. The experience was the same as it had been under Sue's hypnosis, except for a more vivid recollection of some details.
After the session was over they removed their own headbands, but not Al's. Once again, Al sensed telepathic conversation going on between the two Rylls. But this time, he was startled to realize that he was understanding the meaning of their thoughts.
He recalled Sue's theory that her hypnosis had awakened a latent psychic ability in him. Perhaps the Ryll mind probe had somehow expanded his abilities. The Rylls seemed to be unaware that he was awake and listening in on their conversation.
Orr-pon was speaking. "It is apparent to me that the human did not encounter a strange race. We would certainly have detected any strange ships that came near Earth."
"Then how do you explain his account of the beings and their ship? And remember, he gave the account while under the influence of the mind probe."
"It is simple to explain. It was actually the Dorions who abducted him. They planted false memories in his mind of tall beings in yellow uniforms with strange ships. Our own mind probe is capable of planting false memories, and apparently the Dorions have also developed such a device.
"This demonstrates that they are more advanced in the field of mind control than we thought them to be. But I don't know how they cured the human of supposedly incurable diseases"
"Nor do I," said Nor-dinn. "But it was probably to get our attention. The human mentioned that his captors altered his mind as well as his body. What do you make of that?"
"We already know with certainty that the human mind is extremely limited in psychic capabilities. So we can ignore that claim. The Dorions probably planted that nonsense to confuse us."
"Yes," agreed Nor-dinn. "That makes sense."
Orr-pon went on. "It is apparent that they know of our relationship with the CAPS organization. They knew that the humans would report such a strange encounter to us, and that we would certainly question this human about his experience. They sought to confuse us, hoping that we might somehow make a critical mistake. They will try any ruse to beat us to the precious minerals of Earth."
"But they did not count on our seeing through their stupid ruse," said Orr-pon. "I am sure that the Dorions will abduct this human again and probe his mind to see how their ruse worked. We must not let them learn of our mind probe device. We will erase the memory of the device from the human's mind. He will remember only that we questioned him and confirmed that his memories were true."
Al, being aware that the Rylls were attempting to wipe his memory, was able to throw up a mind block to prevent them from doing so. The Rylls did not notice that he was blocking their attempts. After the procedure was finished, the Rylls removed his headband and returned him to his cottage.
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Back in the cottage, Al reflected on what he had learned. The Dorions were the real abductors. They had planted false memories about nonexistent beings in his mind. They had cured his HIV and hemophilia completely. For that he was grateful, even though they had done it merely to get the attention of the Rylls. But the Rylls couldn't figure out how the Dorions had managed to heal him.
According to the Rylls, the Dorions had done this to get him among the Rylls--as an unwitting agent--to cause confusion among the Rylls.
Al had also learned that the Rylls were not as virtuous as he had been led to believe. The Rylls were not defending Earth from the Dorions, but were competing with the Dorions to gain control of Earth's minerals. And the Rylls had also attempted--unsuccessfully-- to plant false memories in his mind to make him forget the mind probe device.
Two more things bewildered Al. How had he known that there was no concern about the Rylls learning of his abilities, and how did he know how to throw up a mind block against the Rylls?
Al's mind was in disarray, and he was beginning to wonder which memories were real and which were false--and how he could tell the difference. He also wondered if CAPS knew the truth about the Rylls. Could he trust them?
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