Alien Sapiens

This time, we know they are not gods. When they returned, the Anunnaki did not pretend to be any more than aliens to us. Except to claim that our heritage belongs to them. All Rh-negative bloodlines belong to them. They created us.

Ancient Sumerian tablets found and translated spoke of previous visits by the Anunnaki, translated initially, “We worshipped the gods,” and later corrected to, “We worked for the gods.” Our people have had a long history with our interstellar neighbors. We welcome them back.

Anu and the other Anunnaki returned to Earth from Nibiru 53 years ago. Although I was not yet born when they arrived, videos were shown in school, replaying the initial days of the Anunnaki. They showed the massive, spherical ships of their arrival. Documented world leaders were removed from office by gigantic, imposing, golden men and women. They are here to protect us, they said. Propaganda made to make the world more pliant and accepting.

Then they test our blood.

Teachers remind all students of our roles in society. Rh negs like me have higher status. We receive better education. Healthier food. More specified fitness regime. And separation from positives. As society rulers, the Anus don’t want us mingling.

My duty to our creators, Ninhursag in particular, involves the fertility and genetics corporation, Adamu. The corporation named after Ninhursag’s genetic development from crossing Neanderthal DNA with Anunnaki DNA to create Cro-Magnon man and further the human race. Today, Adamu focuses on assisting families with the recent genetic issues barring the population from childbearing.

Since CV32, the last pandemic 40 years ago, many were left barren from genetic damage. Those few escaping the contagion remained intact, but the majority were left without children.

From a world population bordering a dangerous and unsustainable eight billion people, we now exist below six. Continuation will cause extinction in the next hundred years. While a concern for all, I believe the Anus can help.

I carry the first round of implantation by our alien saviors. The Anus promised to aim all their medical research in our direction to help solve our problem. They dedicated countless hours and efforts to our cause and request so little in return.

In exchange, the Anus ask for unquestioning loyalty. They do so much for us. I have no doubts about them. It is an honor to be here. A privilege to perform my duty for these once-gods. I am one of the lucky few blessed to have such extravagance and leniency.

The baby kicks hard enough to bruise my insides. I am grateful for the life I carry, and my heart swells at the thought of holding her. I asked for a little girl. In three short weeks, little Gracie will be in my arms. The Anunnaki’s advanced medical knowledge offers a miracle I long thought impossible.

I touch the heart-shaped locket at my throat. All gold is relinquished to the Anus for the continued survival of Nibiru, but I am given a special dispensation for my keepsake. My blood status allows for small exceptions. My locket is a heritage piece I will pass to my daughter, a memento of our ancestry inside. A barcode listing for blood and strands of hair from long ago. It is locked away in the oldest storage facility in Los Angeles. I hope someday soon to view it under a lens.

Two weeks until my due date. Ninti runs my checkup. I want to see my ultrasound, but she insists we are in a rush and cannot take the time. She suggests I hurry to the lab instead. The new electron microscope came in today.

I can’t wait to test it. I retrieve a minute sample from my DNA storage and bring it back to the lab. Prepping a drop of liquified blood on the lens, I examine it under the microscope. It’s beautiful and pure, untainted by CV32. I want to see more and check our own lab storage.

I find and compare an old sample from 45 years ago, saved in cryo freeze. The selection has an anomaly. Odd, but it’s just one sample. I check another.

And another.

Our DNA strands are not what they should be.

I pull CV32 pandemic blood samples. The previous DNA anomalies are further degraded.

I review current blood samples and find a pattern of transformation within the degradation. The human race is changing. But only since the past 53 years.

My own current bloodwork shows other anomalies and recent, active transformation. I am unsure if it is my body or my baby’s.

The only request of the Anunnaki is unfailing trust and loyalty. A request I can no longer honor.

Ninhursag is a brilliant geneticist but hides her passwords in the top drawer of her desk. Her digital journal reveals all her genetic progress. I read tests results and her purposes and the inevitable goal and use for mankind. I shudder.

Tomorrow I give birth, and I am afraid.

Today is my due date, and Nintu wheels me into delivery for my birthing. The process is fast and less painful than I expected. Their work is efficient, but nausea settles in my throat as I strain to see Gracie.

When they remove my child, she has a small, gray body and a large head. The eyes cover one-third of her face. She will have a future mining the Kuiper belt in space with all other children graciously granted life by the alien visitors. My genetically manipulated child is a slave to their own desires.

I am not unique, only convenient. The Rh-negative blood required by the Anunnaki was merely to continue the human race according to their own preference and experimentation. To continue humanity not only in their image but whatever other image they see fit.

They are not gods. They are demons.