Saturday, December 02, 2006


The state of TIAH

December 2nd, 2006

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Alternate Historian's Note: Welcome back! We are, once again, home at Blogger, obviously. To celebrate, we have great work from two of our Guest Historians, JD and Stephen Payne (who has a little something on Lulu he'd like you to look at), as well as the continuation of our novel from NaNoWriMo. Thanks for hanging with us while we were exiled to Wordpress for the last week. Wordpress, by the way, is a sweet blogging site that we can highly recommend. For now, though, on with TIAH's triumphant return!

in 1872, the Mary Celeste drifts at sea without a soul on board; nothing human anyway. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1941, a Franco-German formation of Allied troops seize the Channels Islands, British sovereign territory that is off the coast of France. The Islands were annexed to the Duchy of Normandy in 933. In 1066 the Duke William the Conqueror invaded and conquered England, becoming the English monarch. Since 1204, the loss of the rest of the monarch's lands in mainland Normandy has meant that the Channel Islands have been governed as separate possessions of the Crown. President Philippe Pétain welcomes the headlines of Le Monde, “Revivé 1066!”, over-excitedly declaring him the new William who will reconquer perfidious albion for the greater glory of France. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 1953, Piltdown was becoming a scientific and logistical nightmare. The Museum had now been closed and locked down for a week. A surgical theater had been set up in the administration offices, where the man (it could no longer be called an artifact or corpse) lay, under constant observation by the finest physicians in the Realm. The results of the blood tests had come...and to the attendants' deep dismay, showed absolutely nothing abnormal.

The man, from what they could see under sterile surgical drapings, was half-formed. Arms and torso were almost complete, except again for a lack of skin and hair over the entire surface of the patient. A gaping void still remained over the rib-cage and chest, closing slowly but allowing for an incredible view of a healthy, pumping heart and quivering organs. The Ministry of Health were taking myriads of photographs at every step of the way, and there was talk of bringing in a motion picture camera to attempt to capture the 'healing' process in action.

Even at the incredible pace at which the man (it had been suggested he be named Lazarus, which the older scientists decried for the sake of scientific propriety) regained his physical members since removal from cold storage, he had not (it was now becoming apparent the patient was male) yet made any conscious movements. Questions abounded in furious multitude, and it was decided that after a certain period, attempts would be made to rouse the patient... - entry by Guest Historian JD -

in 1990, Israeli Prime Minister Yitshak Shamir meets with the Head of Mossad Nahum Admoni. The State of Israel requires a mission to destroy the new Iraqi facilities on the occupied coast of Kuwait. Shamir does not yet know that the Iraqis Extraterrestrial allies are seaborne creatures making the most of unrestricted access to the Persian Gulf. But he does advise Admoni to prepare for 'something out of this world'. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

in 2126, a terrible discovery is made in Doha, Qatar - an unknown perpetrator has stolen the Hussein-Sadat time dilation device! The leadership turn to Mullah Elijah Rafsanjani for his spiritual advice and guidance, but worried son Muhammed reports that his father's whereabout have been unknown for over twenty-four hours. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

Janice pulled her Geiger counter out and checked the reading - still normal. She then started up the car and pulled out of the motel's parking lot and pointed herself at Waco. There were going to be National Guard troops swarming over every road into the city that they knew of – but Janice was pretty sure that she knew of one they didn't.
It was an old dirt road that had once been used to transport cattle, and when she was a kid, her scout troop had tramped along it for hours. She had thought, then, that it was in good enough condition for a car to drive down, and didn't see the point of the hike. Now, she could only hope that it hadn't overgrown in the intervening 20 years to the point where a car couldn't drive on it.
It took her an hour to get to the river entrance, and she didn't see any Guard blocking the way. Of course, they could be monitoring her via airplane, satellite, hidden signals her computer was giving off from the government-controlled chip – anything. She hated driving her new car down into the muck by the river, but if a sports utility vehicle couldn't take a little mud and muck, what kind of sports was it good for?
She inched her way through the mire until she saw it. The old dirt road lifted up from the river and meandered off into Waco, hiding itself in trees and small dirt hills. She trundled down it, occasionally having to stop in order to clear some brush that blocked her path, but made good progress. By 9, she was actually inside the city limits, and had seen not a single soul. The road even came up near Baylor, where they kept the bear mascot, so it was going to be perfect.
She had to cross a little open dirt, but then she was on an actual street, and aimed her car at the tall buildings she saw on the Baylor campus. The streets were littered with abandoned cars – but no bodies. She nervously checked her Geiger counter again, and it still stubbornly read normal levels of radiation. She threaded her way through the empty cars and soon found herself in front of the meteorology building. She parked in as discrete a place as she could, turned off the engine, and packed up everything she thought she would need: her camera with telescopic lens, her video camera, her laptop computer, her recorder, her gun, and a bottle of water. All of this went into her backpack, and she took another look around. She grabbed her night-vision goggles, too, just in case it was dark inside the building. She was pretty sure that she was going to be climbing stairs the whole way up, and power was not likely to be running in the city. She hadn't seen any working traffic lights or building lights since she had entered the city.
She took a look around her and still saw no one, so she crept out of the car and snuck over to the front door. Taking a final look around outside, she opened the door and darted in. She took a look around at the lobby, saw the entrance to the stairway, and walked over to that door. She opened it and looked in, and saw nothing. It was pitch-dark in there. She put on her goggles, flipped them on, and walked into the stairwell, closing the door quietly behind her.
It was a little stuffy inside the stairwell. The air conditioning had obviously been off since the day before, and she could feel the result. Fortunately, it was a chilly day, so she wasn't too uncomfortable. She started her long walk up to the top of the building with anticipation pounding in her heart.

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