The Proxima Genes

In the most powerful mansion on Earth, Dominic Kelly sits in a dark room by himself wearing a red cloak with a hood over his head. The room is sealed off from the tourist route – unknown to even the employees who work there. In front of him, three monitors are set up to create a super widescreen allowing Kelly to speak with his three allies at once.

“I am proud to say the bill will pass, we have all the votes we need in both chambers of Congress.” Kelly said.

“I can't believe it's finally happening. For far too long our people have had to hide in plain sight or in the shadows. In caves and deep in forests where most humans are too afraid to travel.” One of the men spoke with anticipation in his voice. He breathed a sigh of relief under his hood on the left screen.

“What type of response should we expect from Majestic 12?” The man on the middle screen asked.

“Majestic 12, Bilderberg, Illuminati – whatever they're calling themselves nowadays.” Kelly rolled his eyes and laughed. “They can't stop this. No one can stop this.”

“They may try to come after you.” A hooded woman on the right screen chuckled at the thought of such an ignorant move.

Dominic Kelly didn't laugh. He understood the treacherous potential of the humans all too well. “You know what's crazy, it was our people who saved the human species from near extinction tens of thousands of years ago. Our ancestors discovered this planet when there was merely a handful of them left after a series of cataclysmic events. Had it not been for our geneticists recombining our genes – the Proxima genes – with theirs, they would not have survived this long.”

“They certainly wouldn't be as intelligent.” The hooded woman replied.

The Proxima genes, an entire series of genes not natural to the human genome. Most humans were unaware that they even had the genes of aliens inside of them. Kelly's ancestors were not of Earth origin – having traveled far from Proxima Centauri millennia ago as outcasts unable to return home. There was a time when their species co-existed. They lived together in great fabled cities – in giant trees that stretched kilometers into the sky. They built intercontinental cities on the ocean that revitalized humanity and curated the growth of the Proximites.

All was good – for a time.

Then rivalries formed between the Proximites. Some wanted to be worshipped as Gods to lord over humanity. Others wanted co-existence – soon civil war broke out and the entire planet was covered in fire and bloodshed. It wasn't long before humans developed a fear and hatred for the Proximites after having been caught in the crossfire of their war. Human High Priests, using the teachings taught to them by the Proximites, forced the survivors underground. These High Priests hid the truth behind walls of secrecy and mystery schools. All memory of the Proximites were erased from common thought – relegated to the ashes of history as myth and fable.

These secret societies maintained the only methods of contact with the Proximites. This gave their members immense control over common Humans due to their use of a very potent chemical known as Dimethyltryptamine – or DMT. The gateway to multidimensioal influence that with prolonged usage gave its users esoteric abilities. It was the Proximites who taught the Humans how to use this chemical, not simply for euphoria, but for power.

Over time, the Proximites developed clandestine ways to blend in with the humans. They interbred with them even more, learned their languages and even worked their way high into their political heirarchies. Like moves on a chessboard, the Proximites played the long game and waited. They had longer life spans and could afford to outlive the people who feared them.

“When all of humanity begins to use DMT, they will see the world for what it really is. The world that has been hidden from them.” Kelly said finally.

“We have our people in the medical community ready to go. Peer-reviewed papers have already been written and validated.” The hooded Proximite on the center screen said.

“I have my people in the media ready too – mainstream and alternative.” The far left Proximite said.

“When humans begin to use DMT, it will trigger widespread activation of their Promixa genes. Then our supplanting of the so-called Bilderberg Order will be complete. A new order will rise, one ruled by us. The way some of our ancestors wanted it before the Ancient Civil War that nearly wiped our species out. We will rule as Gods once again. Only this time, the humans will see themselves not as separate from us, but as one of us.” Dominic Kelly stated with certainty in his tone.

“There will be many who resist. Who won't want to be ruled.” The female Proximite said.

Dominic Kelly paused. “Then they will die. All who resist will die.”

There was a silence that hung in the air for a few seconds.

“What about the Mothership from Proxima Centauri that sits stationary behind Pluto? The humans have finally discovered it.” The female Proximite asked.

“More like re-discovered it. The ancient High Priests knew about it ages ago.” One of them spoke.

“Yes, but only because our people told them it was there.” Kelly confirmed. “Our allies in the scientific community are calling it a 'Neptune-sized planet' and most aren't questioning that. We will let them continue to think that until we're ready to bring it closer to Earth's orbit. We have to be delicate with this people, we don't want to be seen as wanting bloodshed. But this is happening whether the Humans want it to or not.”

The Proximite on the far left looked off camera at something and nodded his head. “Ok everyone, I have to go. I have an appointment at Downing Street in an hour. The Prime Minister wants an update on where we are with this.”

“Ok, talk to you soon Jacob.” Kelly said before the screen went black.

“I guess I should begin making preparations on my end too.” The hooded Proximite on the center screen said. “Here is Saudi Arabia things work very differently. The Royal Family has been on board for years now though. It's the militants I'm worried about.”

“Take care Ibrahim.” Kelly nodded. “We have your back. There's nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you. It's always a pleasure to speak with you Dominic.” Ibrahim's screen went black.

“Now it's just me and you Tessa. Just like the old days.” Kelly laughed.

Tessa chuckled. “I knew you were the perfect Proximite to lead this endeavor. I broke the tie on the Proximite Council that put you in this position remember?”

“I remember. You were the only one who thought this was possible. Now look how far we've come.”

Tessa leaned forward. Dominic could see her bright blue eyes shining beneath the darkness of her red hood. “Bring our people back to prominence where we belong. Don't make me look like a fool.”

“You of all people should know what I'm capable of. I will have no mercy.”

“I know you won't. I know you love your people and I will stand by your side as our Mothership makes it's way to Earth. The humans will be stunned as they see it from the surface hover in space like the sun dwarfing their world.”

“I look forward to it Tessa.”

“Of course you do – Mr. President.”

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