The Tablets pt 6

Posted: November 27, 2015 in Stories
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We started the next day and Markus went though what he had already discovered. He had not been exaggerating the day before, the work he had done was amazing and would have made quite a good start for a phd thesis. Then he showed me the photos of the tablets.

The symbols shifted and were hard to focus on just like before but they didn’t twist or morph into letters unlike looking at the real thing had caused them to do.

After five hours I had nothing to show for my work except a slight headache and an uneasy feeling in my stomach, Markus was not any better and all though the day had mumbled and talked to himself, the few snatches of words I heard were always about seeing them up close or if only he had the real thing.

We stopped for lunch and he began to badger me about taking to the professor.
“If we can convince him to let us see them again I’m sure we can work this out, the old fool just doesn’t want to admit that after years of failure someone worthy of the tablets has finally come along. maybe if you ask him, He always liked you better than me anyway.

“Hell I don’t even want the doctorate or university job that’s all yours I just need to know what they say, I know its vital knowledge, it may usher us into a new age, how can that dithering old fool stand in the way of that!

Markus’ ranting filled me with an even deeper sense of dread, he spoke like a fanatic with a kind of religious zeal that chilled and repulsed me.

I tried to calm him down.

“It’s not his fault they still don’t know why we fainted, even you think there might have been a gas leak or some hallucinating.”

He mumbled some reply and walked back out to the desk filled with books, notes, scribbles and two enlargements of the tablets and got back to work.

By the end of the day we had a possible proof that the language we were looking at was a precursor to all known ancient languages, this in itself was a breakthrough of unprecedented size and importance. Markus could not of cared less, he was obsessed with translating the tablets nothing else mattered to him.

That night despite being in what should have been a dreamless sleep I had the most terrible nightmares, scenes of terrible destruction and pain. always those not quite right shadows with forms that seemed vaguely amorphous and the overwhelming feeling of hate raiding from them.

I didn’t go back and help Markus again, and I only went back to the university to sit my exams.


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