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The Genesis Engima
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-805-2
Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy/SF
eBook Length: 482 Pages
Published: February 2011

Total Readers: 3

From inside the flap

What happens when a think-tank called The Bioholistic Institute discovers the fossils of an intelligent hominoid that evolved from a different base species than Homo sapiens more than sixty million years before the appearance of modern man?

Are these the people created in Godís image BEFORE Adam as described in the book of Genesis?

The answers will not only change ideas on the evolution of life on Earth, but the perceptions of the fundamental laws of the universe!

The Genesis Engima (Excerpt)


September 15th, 1996

Trans-Jordan Plateau - outside of Azraq, Jordan

Although it was the middle of summer, the night was unseasonably cold. The temperature had dropped from a daytime high of ninety degrees Fahrenheit to somewhere in the low forties. The wind howled as it blew across the rocky, desolate landscape. The narrow gorges changed the windís eddy currents as it moved in and out of their restricted, near-vertical cliff-faces.

The air rushing past their ears didnít seem to bother the group of men crisscrossing the rugged terrain with a concertina of odd looking, bulky equipment. Their attention was focused on a small corner of a steep, dry river valley or wadi, as the local people called it.

Their equipment was mounted on four air-cushioned vehicles attached one behind the other by flexible Neoprene rubber tubing. Two of the men walked in front of the vehicles carrying long hoses with flat metallic dishes attached at the end. These hoses connected to a mountain of complicated equipment on the lead vehicle. On cue at thirty-foot intervals, the men would stop and plant the dishes on the ground.

The second and third vehicles carried large platforms enclosed in a clear plastic bubble. Inside each bubble was a long table with a bank of computer terminals. A man sat at each table. The man in the second vehicle signaled for a stop through his headset. He gave instructions for another set of traverses. He punched in series of commands on the computer keyboard that started a generator on the fourth vehicle. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard during each traverse. Satisfied, he signaled the two men in front to stop. The taller of the two men in front punched a key on a remote control box which bought the vehicles to a halt. They quickly strapped the hoses onto the lead vehicle and hand signaled to the men in the bubble.

Both men were silent as they watched the tandem of air-cushioned vehicles speed off into the darkness. They were still silent when they walked casually down the hill and got into a Jeep Cherokee parked in the gully below. They took off in the direction of the air-cushioned vehicles.

A group of young men lying silently in a ditch fifty yards away monitored their progress. The men were a curious mixture. Several were dressed in the layered and flowing robes of the Bedouins, with clothes wrapped around their heads and necks. Others were dressed in Western style jeans, wearing a baseball caps and listening to Walkmans.

One of the men watched the Jeep through a pair of night-vision binoculars. After the Jeep was out of sight, he carefully set the binoculars down on the flat rock he was using as a table. He turned and stared at the man next to him. The man was more concerned with the grooming of his thick beard than the progress of the Jeep.

"What do you think Khalid?" the man asked in Arabic.

"Same as before Hussein," Khalid said as he continued to groom his beard. Khalid was squat and at least a hundred pounds overweight. He shifted his considerable bulk as he turned to face Hussein. "Why do you to go to all this trouble? It was clear to me several days ago that the Westerners are defiling sacred ground."

"We donít know that for sure," Hussein said. "Ahmed says they are providing jobs for our people."

"Ahmed spends too much time intellectualizing with these foreign devils. Heís gone to their schools and speaks their tongue as well as they do. I think heís starting to lose his Arabic. All of you are getting soft. What kind of Jihadists are you? Look at Sameerís ass over there wearing a Dodgersís cap and listening to Boyz II Men on his Walkman. Last week I saw him eating a hot dog."

"You also went to Western schools."

"It is not the same," he said confidently. "I went to take advantage of the slight edge they have on us in certain sciences and technologies. I was not tainted." He stared straight into Husseinís eyes.

"I think they have found what they were looking for. This is the earliest they have ever quit. Soon, we will find out if they are defiling the sacred resting place of one of our prophets. Once we find out, as our spiritual leader, Ahmed must act."


The air-cushioned vehicles arrived at the base camp some twenty minutes before the Jeep. Although the base camp was only three miles away from the work site, the rocky terrain was so rugged that even travel by four-wheel drive was slow.

The base camp covered an area the size of an American football field. It consisted of fifty tents of various sizes arranged in neat rows of fives. A large Quonset hut ran lengthwise down the middle, dividing the tents into five rows on each side. Several generators on the perimeter of the camp were running. The camp was brightly lit up by two banks of football stadium lights and workers were scurrying around in a beehive of activity.

The Jeep carrying the two men pulled to a stop in front of the Quonset hut. They pulled their gear from the jeep and went in. The hut was seventy-feet long and twenty-feet wide. Inside, several computer terminals sat lengthwise along both sides of the hutís walls. On the back wall was a giant screen with a long rectangular conference table in front. Only two of the terminals were occupied. The two men who had been in the second air-cushioned vehicle sat side by side. Both entered data into the computer. They paused for a moment and stared at their screens. The two men, who just entered, walked over and stood behind them.

"íWhatís the verdict, Chandra?" said the tall man standing to one of the seated men. The tall man standing said to one of the sitting men.

"Looks good. What do you think, Amos?" Chandra said to the dark-skinned man next to him.

"The proton magnetometer profile correlates within ninety-seven percent. The layout of the chambers is consistent with that period and matches the description on the stela. The body is laid out on a stone slab in the middle of the main chamber. Several objects that look like skeletons are arranged in a circular fashion around the slab. By the way, Ben," Amos said to the much shorter Asian man standing close to the tall one. "That proton magnetometer you designed worked perfectly. The images we got back were sharp. Very little digital enhancing was needed."

"Just your basic Chinese ingenuity," the shorter man said.

"Well, whatever the contributory factors were, itís still a good piece of equipment. The pollen samples collected from the shallow cores are also consistent with that time period. When do you want to excavate, Craig?" he said to the tall man without looking up.

"Letís start late tonight," Craig said. "Make sure everyone has thermal suits. Weíll do two twelve-hour shifts. It shouldnít take more than eighteen hours to break through to the main chamber. Chandra, are there any booby traps?"

"Not as far as I can tell. I donít think he expected anyone to find his body for several more centuries. This should be a straightforward excavation. We have to go down about twenty feet to get in to the main chamber. The entrance proper is covered with a three-foot thick limestone slab. Next, thereís six feet of volcanic debris, five feet of limestone debris and six feet of topsoil. The slabís dimensions are six feet by five feet, but the interior of the chamber is a lot bigger. The density of the limestone is just over two and a half grams per cubic centimeter, so the door weighs several tons."

Okay, letís get the backhoes out there now and start scraping off the topsoil and other debris," said Craig. "By late tomorrow night we should be ready to pull the slab off the entrance. Whereís Ahmed?"

"Heís running some equipment checks over by the motor pool," Ben said.

"Have him meet us here before we go out again," Craig said. "Letís get something to eat and grab a couple of hours sleep. Weíll meet back here in three hours. Amos, are we still under observation?"

"Yep, it hasnít changed for the past week. I picked up eight people on the motion sensors tonight. Same routine as usual, they start following us about a mile out of the base camp."


"We wonít run into any serious trouble until after we excavate. I suggest we donít let any locals down in the chamber. That may buy us some time. A few thousand years have passed since the tomb was built, but the area is still taboo according to the locals. They donít know why. I guess itís the same thing as Westerners throwing salt over their shoulder when they spill it. Most of the local people have worked on oil company seismic surveys. They know what geological and geophysical equipment looks like. The coring didnít fool them at all. They know weíre not looking for oil because we donít have the right permits, Q.E.D. We must be looking for an archeological site. We donít have permits from the Antiquities Board, so it must be a site of someone special. Chandra set up the pod."

"What are the odds we have to use it?" Craig said.

"Even money," Amos said. "Jack has been monitoring our communications for the last two days. Heíll bring the C-130 out of Ammanís airport on Chandraís signal if we run into trouble. Once heís airborne, it will take him fifteen minutes to get here. That assumes we make it back to the base camp intact. If they attack at the dig, weíve screwed the pooch."

Craig glanced at his watch. "Okay, meet back here at twenty-three hundred hours. Letís grab something to eat."