Iris (part 2)

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Chapter 5

Time: June 20, 2000

Location: 10 00 N, 49 00 E

The raging riptide sucks them deep into the gaping bowels of the Indian Ocean. Neither Adisa nor Aamir are alarmed, however, for they have prepared for this. They know that the tepid but turbulent water off the coast of Somalia, right outside the city limits of Mogadishu, has a mind of its own. They were, relatively-speaking, safe for they carried with them the most advanced SCUBA equipment the United Nations Aquatic Committee for Free Waters could supply them. What brought them here? What was there latest assignment? This information is at the moment classified, so we find ourselves in the dark. Nonetheless, what we do know is that the two highly-trained Indian Operatives would soon be up to their knees in elephant excrement, figuratively speaking. Yet, the couple was willing to involve themselves in such an affair for it would aid in the liberation of a throng of oppressed Somalians.

For the Somali people, this is a time of dire straights. There is rampant political upheaval and continual famine. The average life expectancy is at the all-time low of 47.3 years. Many are left homeless after the calloused heads of the parliamentary federal government last year decided to leverage Somali housing against acquisition of new technologies to extract uranium beneath the ocean surface. The youth are screened after they are given three years of education beyond elementary school. Those that possess the desired attributes are unceremoniously extracted from society and are relocated into the deep-ocean mining institutes located at the political nexus of Ethiopia, Djibouti, and Somalia. Their training is long and exacting but their incentive for success is great. They are promised that after matriculation and 7 years of indentured service to the government-sanctioned corporation, that their families would be immediately financially-taken-care-of. Those in the ‘know’, aptly name the current government administration ‘Jamhuuriyada Demuqraadiga Soomaaliyeed,’ or ‘Reapers of the Withered Harvest’. But the laborers do what they are trained to do, and they do it well. The net result is that the underwater mountain ranges jutting out of the Indian Ocean’s bathypelagic zone are, in an ongoing basis, purged of its vast quantities of uranium, a.k.a., ‘yellow-cake’, a.k.a, ‘radioactive melt-down sludge’.

Now, as the intrepid couple, Adisa and Aamir find themselves swallowed alive by the ocean, they are preoccupied communicating with each other via their nav-com microphones surgically implanted within one of their molars. On the receiving-end of Adisa’s micro-speakers, implanted in the ancus of her inner ears, she listens to the gentle boo-makudas of her husband. Aamir knows that this lovely Portugese humming pacifies her and keeps her calm at even the most precarious of times, so he never forgets to do so when each mission commences.  “I love you with all my soul,” she coos back.

“We have approximately a half-nautical mile to the Daphshan Ridge and the entrance to the mine,” Aamir tells his pulchritudinous, ultraviolet-eyed wife. Have your thunder-trident ready, darling. Thunder-tridents are depth-charge electron sabers that make use of the increased pressure that builds the deeper in the water one is.  Thus, as an underwater law enforcement ‘nightstick’ of sorts, it is quite effective when used against the skulls of unruly aquatic miners.  Aamir beseeched his god-father Dionysus, via a quick prayer under his breath, that they would not be forced to use their weapons.

Although he possessed a naturally-austere countenance, he was a gentle and compassionate Hindustani at heart. It was for this reason, primarily, that Aamir had found an entrance into Adisa’s heart. From an early age, his Greek father and Gujarati mother taught him to observe both the peacefulness and power that nature could harness. Aamir’s parents owned a little dairy farm where goat’s milk was either collected for personal consumption, or sold to neighbors. He would play with the goats with full affection towards them, and from the goats he learned the concept of innocence. On the other hand, in his gut he had felt the raw surge of violence that Mother Nature would muster on occasion. He had witnessed the destruction of villages and forests alike due to the passing of lightning storms and Class-5 hurricanes. These, he assumed, were the karmic consequence of a lecherous collective consciousness belonging to a nation, or nations, of pleasure-seeking, money-hungry ogres. As he gazed into the eye of Hurricane Gertrude at 1530 on January 16, 1973, an epiphany dawned on him that his life’s purpose was to provide the impetus for a quantum shift in reality for all of humanity. Of course, he would also preoccupy himself with the more mundane of activities such as peace-keeping missions such as the one he was on now.  He did find time to have some semblance of a leisure life, however, and in these free periods he would give his interpretations of Aborigine art through song and dance alongside Adisa. Of her, he had had a premonition that he would meet someone so special that their union would not be subject to the laws of space and time.  And so it was not.

TO BE CONTINUED…