Antiquities

The life and death of Mona Ann Lisa on the Moon, 32,000 years in the making by George B. (All rights reserved Unpublished work (c) 2016 George B.)


Hell, what do I do now? I am sick at my stomach. I could vomit! This is bad shit for sure. Mona talks to herself a lot but now she is answering herself. Not good! Her beautiful, almost perfect world is beginning to crumble in front of her eyes and she may be one of the very few to realize it.

I know I will call Sue, she is an antiquities fellow from my days at pre-ground school that was an exchange researcher with the Atlantis Alliance. If anyone can parse out the pieces of this puzzle palace maybe she can.

Stat voice request from Leviathan Short Range Supply Shuttle to Dr of Antiquities Sue Grammar:

Sue, this is Captain Apprentice Mona Ann Lisa over India can you talk? "Yes, Hey Moan! Gotten any lately?" We will have to talk about that later. I got some serious questions about your work with the AA (Atlantis Alliance). "Shoot!" What do you know about the AA's request to lift the offensive weapon's ban? (To be continued)