Sunday, 26 February 2012

The Golden Cube: Chapter Two

A million meters high in the sky, a jumbo stealth craft flies at supersonic speed. The size of a football pitch, it zooms through the air using a propulsion system unseen in civilian flight. Undetectable to radar and flown on the outer rim of the Thermosphere, one hundred kilometres high, its existence is a secret to the world below, but more than anything, it’s a genuine ‘UFO.’

Note,” the text books quote, “An unidentified-flying-object isn’t necessarily alien. It’s something no one can explain, neither a plane, balloon, cloud or helicopter; being unidentifiable is what makes a UFO, a UFO.”

Time to time orders are given for low fly-bys over populated civilian areas. It’s an ongoing directive to confuse the public and install fear within its psychology, “Mess with the public’s mind and they’ll never think straight again,” is the preconceived wisdom of the management. “Keeping the public on their toes and fearing an imminent alien invasion, is always prudent and should be promoted on any given opportunity,” the text books quote.

The craft had been in the air for over a month now, keeping tabs upon the world below, responding to events and creating events of it's own. It’s the command centre of the world’s most secretive organisation.

Many people would guess it to be the Knight’s Templar and many others would shout the Free-Mason’s. Both will be wrong because it’s never officially been named, but for arguments sake, ‘The Committee of the 300’, would be a fair guess, uou could describe the organisation as the top 0.000000001 of the population, or better still, why not just settle with the Illuminati.


Back on the craft, an operative knocks on the Commander’s door and enters.

It’s gone sir,” he says coming to attention in front of the Commander’s desk, with a sharp click of the heels.

And what exactly is gone, Spencer,” the Commander replies.

The Golden Cube Sir, the Golden Cube has gone Sir.”

It better not have,” the Commander replies sternly.

It’s gone sir. It’s really gone.”

Where, when and bloody well how?” the Commander shouts as he slams his palms onto the table and rises behind his desk ready to pounce.

London, twenty seconds ago, theft.”

Hitting the intercom button to his secretary in the adjoining room, the Commander barks, “Brenda, get the British Prime Minister on the phone for me now.”

Turning back to Spencer he says, “OK, you know what to do, get on with it.”

Spencer turns and leaves the Commander deep in thought.

Commander, the British Prime Minister is waiting on the line one, connecting you now,” interrupts Brenda.

David, young man,” the Commander says, with politeness and a smile, “The dragon fruit has fallen from the tree and has landed in Loch Ness, the water is deep and there is a mermaid called Sally-Ann eating sushi and carrot fritters.”

I’m listening,” he replies.

Something important has gone missing and we need to pull out all the stops to get it back.”

Yes, of-course, we’re at your disposal as always. What have you lost?” the Prime minister asks.

The doomsday tool, David, the Doomsday tool has gone missing,” replies the commander in a dead-pan tone of voice.

Wow really, the Dooms-day tool. It sounds really serious, what is the Dooms-days tool?”

The Doomsday tool is what’s going to bury us all under six-foot-of-shit if we don’t get it back. Just open the door and say no more. I’m sending my people over, full cooperation on this one David.”

Yes, yes of-course, mi casa es su casa, as they say in Spain, hey.”

Good, OK, Loch Ness is 230 meters deep,” says the Commander before putting the phone down and looking at the list on his desk.

From a hundred and one things to do, four had been ticked, time for number five, “Brenda, get me Mother.”


Read Chapter Three

Saturday, 25 February 2012

The Golden Cube: Chapter One

Deep in the opulent heart of Buckingham Palace, the Queen tossed and turned in her sleep. A film of perspiration coated her forehead, her breathing was heavy and laboured, in and out, in and out, in and out, and out and out, until suddenly it stopped altogether.
With no-one in the bedroom, no alarm was raised.  The guard outside was none the wiser. A spider that casually tiptoed across her bedside cabinet was the only witness to the Queen's deathly silence. 
Five seconds, 10 seconds, the Queen wasn’t breathing, 15, 20, 30, how long can one survive without one taking a breath?
Then a sudden convulsion, as if a soul had taken possession of it, brought life back to her body.
With a deep suck of air, her back arched and her eyes wide open, she sat up and slowly became conscious of her surroundings.
She pressed the red button on her bedside cabinet to summon the guard.
Yes, Ma’am,” he answered, poking his head around the door.
Get Percy for me, tell him it’s time.”
Yes Ma’am.”

Five minutes later, Percy knocked at her door.
Enter,” she beckoned.
Your Majesty, you called,” he answered, stepping into the room.
It’s time.”
Yes ma’am,” he replied with a sincere smile and a hint of genuine concern in his eyes.
Escort me to the jewel room,” the Queen commanded.

Percy had lived and worked in the palace all his life as the Queen's unofficial chauffeur. Service to the Queen was all he knew and he loved it. His father held the job before him and his father before him. 
Three generations of the Spinner family had been in the service of the British Royal family past and present. His mother, Margaret, was the Queen’s personal assistant or Gatekeeper as she was otherwise known. Working for the Queen was a family business, in which the Spinners found themselves privy to the Windsor family's most secret of secrets. 
This loyalty and sterling service shown by every member of the Spinner Family past and present was recognised by their appointment to the Royal Victorian Order.
Percy had been in paid employment as a chauffeur since he was 14 years old, driving her around the private estates of Sandringham, Windsor, Frogmore, Holyroodhouse and Balmoral. Twenty years on he knew every crook and cranny of all the Royal Palaces, except the one place he was about to go, The Royal Jewel Room in Buckingham Palace. The Queen knew the way better than anyone, having visited it on more than one occasion.
With a zest in her step, which Percy noted and found unusual, she put her purple velvet dressing gown on and slotted her feet into her purple velvet slippers.
Let's go,” she said as she slipped her arm through his, causing a sudden moment of shock to rock Percy from head to toe; never before had the Queen been so friendly.  

With the corridors of Buckingham Palace empty, the Queen led the way along the west wing to the escalator.
They went down, down to the basement, to take another escalator even further, deep into the bowels of the Palace.

Contra to popular belief, the Queen’s private collection of royal jewels, her gold, gifts and other treasures, were not kept in the Tower of London, instead they were stored securely within the depths of Buckingham Palace. Underneath the sub-basements, underneath the nuclear bunker, the ritual sacrifice rooms and Masonic lodge sat a vault. This vault stored treasures of incalculable wealth: The Ark of the Covenant, King Solomon’s Treasures, golden armaments of the Egyptian Pharaohs, jewels and diamonds beyond value, works of art lost to mankind, books from the beginning of time, and artefacts of tremendous significance.
This was the Queen’s guilty pleasure and her most secret of secrets. 
Wait for me Percy,” she said as they approached the entrance.
She took off her necklace and used the ring attached to unlock the control panel. 
I am Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor,” she said into a microphone set in the door.
Clearance granted,” replied a computerised voice from overhead.
The Queen then looked into an eye piece set into the wall.
A green beam scanned her eye.
Clearance granted.”
She then placed her right hand on a piece of glass on the door, and waited for  a green beam to scan it.
Clearance granted. You may enter.”
She looked at Percy one last time and gave him a smile, stepping  back as a the meter-thick steel door slowly opened before her.
Wait for me Percy, I won’t be long,” she said stepping over the threshold.
Percy stood his ground and watched her walk into the darkness, disappearing from sight.

As the Queen walked forward individual spotlights turned on to illuminate the way ahead. Ignoring the splendours coming into view, she walked 20 meters, up to a stone altar built by the biblical hero, Aaron. The very same altar on which the Golden Calf once stood, according to the legend, the very same Golden Calf that angered Moses so much. 
So much for the story of Moses burning it, turning it to powder and throwing it into the river, she thought to herself, as she looked upon the golden surface of the calf’s backside.
The overhead light shone brightly, light bouncing off the solid gold casting. She ran her hand along the altar’s side until her fingers felt a slight indentation. Upon pressing it, a concealed panel extended out from the solid rock, revealing a shallow panel lined with black silk. In the centre lay a golden cube, shining and illuminating the air around it. 
About a quarter the size of a common Rubik's Cube, it appeared similar in every way. About 3cm in diameter, the cube comprised of 3x3x3 blocks with a total of 27 individual squares. It looked like one of the novelty Rubik's Cubes on a key-ring found in move and grab machines on seaside piers and arcades across the country. It rotated as would a common Rubik cube, though for its small size it weighed the same as a large packet of sugar, a kilo at least. Holding it in your hand would have given you a strange, confused feeling, as if it contained more than its outward appearance. It had a mystical and magical quality that was hard to explain. 
The Queen stretched out her hand and picked up the Golden Cube. As the weight was released from the pressure-sensitive pads, an alarm sounded 10,000 miles away.
She turned and departed the way she had come holding the Golden Cube in the palm of her hand.

Finding Percy where she had left him, she said in a hushed tone “Dark forces are at work in this country.” Taking Percy’s hand and placing the Golden Cube in the centre of his palm, closing his fingers around it, she said “Take this, you know what to do. The time has come. Remember what your father told you and what his father told him. I know my secret is safe with you. Hurry Percy and let God be with you.”