The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival HTML version

some truth to a myth, but scientists have realized for a long time that suspended animation is virtually
Doctor Riker was in charge of the medical staff aboard the Commander and had a list of credentials as long
as his arm. He knew as much as anyone could possibly know about the human body. "This man hasn't been in
this chamber more than two years," he said. "Notice the length of his hair."
"That's not possible," said Ben. "This chamber has been hidden for at least six hundred years."
"Why are those little black tubes attached to his skin?" asked the Galaef. At the moment it appeared he
wasn't interested in the man's age.
Dr. Riker contemplated for a few seconds. "They're insulators for electrical conductors. Periodically small
electrical voltages are applied to the skin, keeping the cell groups or tissues from dying. The voltage acts as an
energy source and a stimulator."
Ben continued to look at the man in the chamber for another few seconds, then for the first time since
entering the room, he looked around. By suggestion of Dr. Riker the lights in the room had been kept dim. It
was a safety precaution to prevent possible blinding of the man in suspended animation.
The chamber was in the center of the room on a small raised platform. The two sidewalls were smooth,
except for a door in the middle of the wall to the left. The far wall had numerous control panels, key boards,
TV screens, and computer screens. Three of the screens were functioning. Obviously relaying information
about the man in the chamber, thought Ben.
The Galaef, Ben, and Dr. Riker were the first to enter the room, that is, with the exception of the crew
member who made the discovery.
Due to his location, only fourteen floors from the bottom, it had been a short search.
The power supply center, on the other hand, taking up an entire floor near the center of the complex, had
taken longer to find. Since then the technicians were able to make a complete power hook up. It involved
another few days of patient waiting by Ben, but the day finally came. And now he was standing in a room
where a myth had become reality.
Ben thought it was strange that Thorne and Myra hadn't come along. Thorne may have been against the
project from the beginning, but in the end this discovery would surely go down as one of the greatest
archaeological discoveries of all time. And who wouldn't be curious to look upon a legend, to look upon a myth
come true. The curiosity alone would be enough to make anyone who had the clearance to come charging in to
look at the man who had been living for six hundred years in suspended animation.
Ben continued to scrutinize the control panel, and then something caught his eye. He walked toward the
right side of the flashing panels, which were relaying information, and as he got closer he realized what it was.
"Come look at this," he said.
The Galaef and Dr. Riker came around the chamber and looked over Ben's shoulder. "What is it?" asked the
Ben pointed at a digital display. "Look," he said, "a year counter."
The Galaef and Dr. Riker, looked at the readout with puzzled looks. The Galaef stood shaking his head. He
finally asked, "What does it say?"
"Yeah," asked Dr. Riker repeating the question, "What does it say?"
Ben looked at Dr. Riker who was still looking at the counter. "You're not going to agree with this," he said.
"It reads six hundred fifty-three years, six months, ten days."
Dr. Riker's face turned red. "You're right," he blurted out. "I don't agree. And I don't agree because it's not
possible. The cells of the human body begin to disintegrate after 40 years causing the major organs, including
the brain to stop functioning. And this leads to death."
"But maybe they had perfected a technique that we know nothing about," replied Ben. Dr. Riker was
beginning to irritate him. He had seen these scientific types before who, when they had their minds made up,
wouldn't believe it even when overwhelming evidence was clearly in front of them.
"The chamber doesn't appear to be any different from the ones we've made in the past." He paused, and then
said, "With the possible exception of the liquid. It appears to have a slight yellow cast to it." The doctor wiped
his hand across his forehead. It was a trifle warm in the small, dark room, and perspiration was forming on his
brow. But maybe it wasn't just the heat that was making him sweat. He continued to stare at the man, and then
he said, "It's as if someone knew we were coming, and they put this man here for us to find."
“You mean this might be a hoax?" Ben asked, dubiously.
"No," said Dr. Riker, "not a hoax, but a carefully conceived plan. There is, after all, a revolution afoot, and