I, Robert Jordan, am the proud custodian of the memories of the many wonderful people who shared my involvement in a momentous period of human history currently regarded by most as a myth. Now that the human settlements on the Alorian worlds are finally at peace with the growing Alorian population, I found the time to write this chronicle of the invasion that threatened the end of humankind.

The plan of Moletown’s Tactical Planning Committee, launched one hundred and twenty nine years ago, began with the total annihilation of the Bugs on earth. Soon after, we took command of their interstellar vessel without opposition and began an intense study of their technology.

Just before launching our final attack, I approached Doctor Butler with my concerns regarding the possible consequences of a total victory over the Bugs. I believed that Moletown would cease to exist and its staff would revert to their previous roles in life without memories of events that never occurred. His permission for me to enter his mind to ensure that his memories would remain untouched by our anticipated victory revealed some closely held information regarding my creation.

I learned that Doctor Butler impulsively implanted one of the very few laboratory embryos that survived his extensive DNA alterations and disposed of my parent’s contribution. I also learned that Doctor Butler truly believed that divine intervention ensured my creation with a life never ending.

We then called a meeting of the Tactical Committee and decided to abandon Moletown and move our key people aboard Beelzebub along with our best technical means to restore our memories before we launched our final attack.

Three years after our initial victory, we finally succeeded in our efforts modify the Portal system of the Bugs for time travel.  In addition, we also learned how to shield against their deadly mental powers.  On May 14, 2042, a few days after a Buzzard destroyed the Roland, the Beelzebub activated its Portal and we immediately responded with an attack.  Our shielded assault force traveled back through time via our modified Portal and easily killed all the Bugs on the ship.

From our new vantage point in 2042, we then began our final assault by sending thousands of flea bearing rodents to the home worlds of the Bugs. The virus bearing fleas achieved a total kill of the Bugs who never understood our method of attack.  Regretfully, we were unable to save the crew of the Roland; the only known human victims of the Bugs.

A relentless tidal wave of change rolling in from the past restored the world of 2056 to a vibrant, happy state filled with people who never suffered the trauma of death. CHRYS never was a part of our new reality but I still feel enormous grief for the loss of an old friend.

After our final attack, only Doctor Butler and yours truly retained our memories of the past and I quickly used my mental powers to restore the memories of my fellow shipmates. We then moved the ships of the invaders to a lunar orbit and installed a hidden Portal unit in the midst of an old antenna field at a closed military facility in Yakima, Washington.

My search for my beloved parents who unknowingly raised a bastard child revealed that each lived a happy life with a new mate without remembering their previous marriage, their son, or Moletown. Although I still cherished the memories of my childhood, I wisely decided to forgo my desire to contact them.

A long time ago I said, "It is my fervent hope that someday we can say of all our dead, they will live again!" Indeed they do mercifully unaware of the horror that once took their lives. Clearly, God still cares for his children.

The Butlers retired in ‘55 and moved to a small village near the Kamby Bolongo where they established a small medical clinic. They lived busy, productive lives well into their eighties. Mandy died, while sleeping, a few days after Brian’s death. Doctor Cynthia Butler, whom I loved more than life itself, continued to run the clinic until she also passed away. When her memories of me were lost, I found it best to stay away as I could not bear to watch her grow old and die while I remained young.

Expeditionary forces sent via the Portals to the Alorian worlds found many small groups of Alorians still in hiding and unaware that the voracious Bugs were all dead. We mounted a large-scale rescue mission only to find that our presence angered the Alorians despite the fact that we saved them from certain extermination. However, they respected our military strength and complied with our orders as they once did with their rulers of the past. In time, we found their children to be more amenable to the principles of a benevolent democracy and willing to turn away from the harsh rule of the past.

My life is like the turning pages of a book without end and at first, each page seemed to close with the passing of someone I cared for. When my unknowing parents passed away again, I relived the pain I felt when I launched the Mjolnir that killed them before.

My mental abilities have reached an astonishing level over the first century of my life and I no longer feel comfortable in my role as a member of the human race. You cannot imagine the depth of my despair as I face a life never ending, alone.

And then

“Robby!  Robby!  You must hear me!  No, you are not dreaming!  Robby, you must hear me!”

 “It has been a long time since I have been addressed as Robby.  Who are you and where are you?”

 “I am both every where and no where as I do not have a physical presence.  In the past you knew me as Cindy.”

 “Cindy?  How can this be?  Are you still alive after all these years?  Are you a manifestation of my imagination?”

 “No Robby, Death is only the end of a corporeal infancy and the beginning of eternal life.  Although I no longer have a physical presence I can assure you that I am a real entity.  I no longer have a name as I and all of my peers recognize each other without the formal need of names.  Perhaps, for now, you should think of us as spirits.”

 “Your peers?  Are there many spirits like you?”

 “Almost all members of all intelligent species that successfully made the transition from the infancy of corporeal life are part of my community.  A multitude of my peers have joined with me for this historic occasion.”

 “What historic occasion?  Surely it can not be that our conversation is that important!”

 “Oh but it is!  This is the very first time that a member of my community has established a complete rapport with a corporal life form.  Presently, we can only observe as the corporal young of my community of spirits suffer from grievous threats that we cannot mitigate.  We need your help to solve problems that require the physical attributes we no longer have.”

 “What can I do as I am just a man with limited abilities?  I must instead ask for your help as I truly wish to die and join your community.”

 “Oh Robby, please listen to me!  You can be a member of both communities and I will always be with you.  We can help you to achieve great things and acquire many of our abilities.  You will be able to travel to any world with the power of your mind, communicate with any species of life, and be immune from harm.  Most of all, you will earn the gratitude of a multitude of those in need.  You will never feel alone again!”

Therefore, the adventure begins!

Anyone who wishes to write a PORN FREE, PG RATED SEQUEL or short story that entails the further adventures of Robert Jordan and publish it on the Internet is encouraged to do so!  If your work does not alter, modify, or contradict the content of They Will Live Again, I will offer a link to your work on my Web site.  In addition, I will not link to anything that will narrow Robert Jordan’s abilities to the extent it will interfere with the work of others.  Expand his mental abilities and put obstacles in his path that sometimes frustrate his efforts and minimize his accomplishments.  DO NOT TURN HIM INTO A GOD OR BRING GOD INTO YOUR WORK!  The universe is yours if you can handle it.  I think that this can become something new and exciting for Sci-Fi fans.  Give it a try!

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