A Benwarian Fix is about an alien race that lost their planet due to environmental indifference. It follows a small group of aliens as they embark on a journey aboard a sentient spaceship. They arrive on Earth to find that it is in much the same condition as their own planet. With their superior technology and knowledge about the environment, they decide on a course of action to save Mother Earth. Their leader, Logis, deals with his conflicting emotions as he has to put aside his morality to ensure the survival of his people. What is their plan to save earth? Will the human race survive an alien onslaught? Is our world doomed? These questions and more are answered as A Benwarian Fix unfolds!

A Benwarian Fix

The Intercolonization of EarthBy L.W. Samuelson

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2009 L.W. Samuelson
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4401-6955-7

Chapter One

A thrumming sensation started at the top of Logis's head and extended to the tip of his toes. Gradually he recognized it as a low-level electrical current pulsating through every nerve in his body.

I'm being revived he thought. The impulses were stimulating his nerves and muscles so they could be used again. He tried to flex stiffened fingers and felt them tremble then move grudgingly. Next, he tried to turn his toes downward. His reward was a slight tremble. He worked at it until his fingers and toes would move at will.

He worked on frozen arms until they moved with conscious command then tried his legs. When they remained immobilized, the stimulation levels were increased. His hair tingled and his teeth vibrated. The intensity of the impulses caused his legs to spasm. He reduced the current and willed his legs upward and they responded. Up and down they were moved until control was regained.

He moved his head from side to side, feeling a sore stiffness with each effort. It was moved back and forth until the rigidity lessened and it too obeyed conscious commands. He wondered where he was and what had happened to him.

Having gained some control over his muscles, he opened his eyes into the darkness. Ship's voice, a warm feminine voice, aroused his long dormant memory, "Logis Gnoeth, Logis, my dear friend. It is time to awaken. You, the leader of Benwar, are needed. Our search has ended. We have found a habitable planet. As last, we have found a habitable planet."

Ship intensified the current as if to emphasize her point. He squirmed with discomfort and she relented. The pain cleared his mind somewhat and he remembered that he was no longer on Lemmus. He and a contingent of Benwarians had been forced to evacuate their dying planet. While its environment was slowly deteriorating, the Benwars had built a vessel designed to explore deep space and find a home for his people.

For years they had tried to provide the leadership and guidance needed to save their planet but their suggestions had fallen on deaf ears. Hence, the changes needed would have required force and the mass killing of billions of Lemmings. The Benwarian belief in self-determination and the sanctity of life compelled them to acquiesce to the destruction of their own world.

Benwarian futurologists predicted both the end of the planet and the decision to allow it to happen. It was decided that the national budget and every available resource be directed toward building the spaceship they now traveled on.

In the end, the planet's ecospheres deteriorated much faster than even Benwarian computer projections indicated. The acceleration resulted from the northern and southern poles melting. Without snow to reflect the sun's rays into space, more heat was absorbed. This caused the tundra to thaw and release vast amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. The increased levels of greenhouse gases kept even more heat from escaping into space, and the planet grew ever hotter. The rapid rise in temperatures soon caused complete climate chaos. The termination threshold had been reached, the planet spiraled toward its death.

With their island flooding and violent winds wreaking havoc and destruction, a contingent of Benwars boarded the spaceship that looked much like an upside down dust pan. The hull consisted of titanium beams covered by sinuous mesh that gradually flattened out into flexible outer flaps that undulated like fins. Her handle or tail moved back and forth for guidance and a docking bay opened at the tip.

With time running out, she was strapped to booster rockets and shot into outer space. Once there, propulsion was accomplished with movements of her outer ridges.

Soon after take off, all aboard ship but the engineers and scientists entered the cryo-units to be put in stasis. The unfrozen and their descendants spent two centuries researching and developing technologies. Superior Benwarian intellect wrought great advances in nano-technology, bio-engineering, and propulsion systems as well as climatology and environmental engineering. Their proudest achievement was an instrument nicknamed the "soul reader". It took spectrographic images of a being's aura or light emanations. Not only personality traits but the totality of one's soul corresponded to the colors found in an aura.

"Logis, are you there? Talk to me," Ship said, slowly increasing the intensity of the lights. Three hours would be required for Logis's eyes to adjust to full light. Cryogenic revival required a slow, gradual restimulation to prevent damaging the muscles and nervous system.

Ship switched off the cryo-unit's electric current and had the pad he rested on gently massage his muscles. His voice vibrated with a comedic stutter, "Shshshiiippp, hhhoowww fffarr iss ththe pppllanettt?"

"Has the cryo-unit addled your brain? You talk funny," Ship said.

"JJJuusstt annnswwerrrrr ththe ququesttion."

"Forty light years. We have a visual and will arrive in one hour. I have been downloading information from the planet."

"Aaanndd?"

"Seven billion beings like us inhabit it. There is no scientific consensus about the status of the planet's environment. Some postulate that the planet contains self-correcting mechanisms that will allow it to maintain stasis, others think that environmental degradation is severe and is increasing exponentially."

Logis tried to move his fingers. When they responded spasmodically, he moved them back and forth several times. The next communication was typed on the keyboard above his head. "Have probes been launched to assess the atmospheric composition and condition? I'll also need infrared photographs taken to gage temperatures and the condition of the terra-sphere. Do it now."

"Two probes were launched twenty cycles ago. They have already returned and our scientists are evaluating the contents. The infrareds are being donwloaded as we speak."

"Keep collecting all pertinent information. I want to know about its environment, its societies and cultures and anything else you deem relevant. Prepare a presentation for 0800 hours." Logis stopped the cryo-unit's massage then keyed a command and it whirred moving him to a sitting position. He watched the monitor as his heart rate spiked, but being sat upright for the first time in a couple of hundred years would cause it to beat faster. He took a deep breath and let it out, repeating the procedure until his heart slowed.

The unit paused until his pulse rate returned to normal then it whirred and slowly brought itself and him with it from a sitting to a standing position. Logis held the bar in front of him as he moved to vertical. Once there he flexed his legs and tried to walk in place. Unused synapses sparked and fired, sending messages from his brain to his legs. His right leg quivered for a second and then moved an inch and then another. It took several seconds to place his foot forward and several more to return it. He repeated the procedure with his left leg.

Back and forth, back and forth, he moved his legs slowly at first but faster as control returned. The movements gradually restored his motor functions and confidence in the use of his appendages. When he felt he could stand on his own he ordered the unit to retract the support bar. His unused body stood for the first time in two centuries.

Exhausted and thirsty,...