The vision ended as quickly as it had begun. Was this the "green message" the test subjects were trying to describe? The letters he had seen still seemed to hover in front of his eyes and he tried to keep them there rather than return to the reality he had so briefly left behind. 

Personal participation in experiments when vicarious descriptions from those being tested were no longer satisfactory has always been the slippery slope of Science, but Karlheinz had been unable to resist, and like so many scientists before him he now found himself re-defining the parameters of his secret work. One of the first of his kind, he also began to question it's ultimate purpose.

A rabid advocate of the Führer's plan to exterminate the HI BI RU before their home planet returned to re-arrange the Solar System once again; a younger Karlheinz Glocke had left University in 1938 to save the world for the Aryan Race. Nowhere however, in his extensive search of the hidden documents that detailed the rise of his people from their mythic birth on the lost island continent of Thule, their domination of Hyperborea, and the formation of the Secret Society even now implementing the 1,000 year Reich that would rule the Earth forever; had he ever seen or heard the phrase NAOMIULTRAK. What in the name of the Fatherland did THAT mean?

Suddenly aware of his surroundings, and the very real possibility of SS guards coming upon him sprawled here in the rooms of death, Glocke rose to his feet. Crossing the floor with it's false drains, he shut the valve that sent the experimental thuluene gas through the shower heads instead of lethal ZYKLON-B, composed himself, and opened the door to Life. He did not know it on that brisk March morning, but his allegiances, his values, his very sense of reality had changed. It was a change that would take him beyond the history he sought, beyond the lineage he traced the Nazi crusade to, beyond even the blood that coursed through his teutonic veins. A change that would lay the world he had hoped to conquer at his feet, but would alter conquest itself... forever.

Free, and pregnant. Larka couldn't believe her good fortune as she ran barefoot through the Austrian forest; every stride carrying her away from the stony horror of the camp. Every meter however, an immeasurable distance from the man she loves. The man whose child she bears. 

No biblical wife, nothing could have forced her to look back; until she heard the low hum emanating from the quarry where she had almost died. A death Karlheinz had saved her from when he sent her to SA 4. 

The hum became a roar as something her eyes could see but her mind could not grasp rose from the blood stained rocks and flew towards her. In seconds it was directly above... hovering... blotting out the light of the full moon with it's circular shadow.

She turned to run again but her feet no longer touched the ground.