Ogwambi, Callum, Sanna and Nuan discuss old earth CONSPIRACY Theories

 
​​“So if we take the Russian network the European network and the African Solar Network, I think we have enough power.” I said pulling forward a sheet of paper with copious notes on it, the conclusion of hours of work. “Your theory is wrong.”
“I still say it isn’t enough,” Ogwambi said.
“There is no other power source on Earth that could have powered it,” I said. “The Ark cut the North American connections to Europe, plus that continent went dark before the teleportation.”
I pointed at a rough map we had drawn on another piece of paper. I had drawn it from what I could remember from high school geography. I was pretty sure it was inaccurate, but passable. “China weren’t giving their energy, all the lines were cut by fleeing refugees.”
“It’s still not enough,” Ogwambi said, shaking his head.
“I don’t think your theory stands.”
He leaned back in his cafeteria chair and rubbed his head in both hands and sighed. “I’m telling you that power had to come from somewhere else and I say it was alien technology, technology that the Americans or the Russians had discovered in the fifties.”
“That doesn’t make sense, you think the governments of the world had a power source from a completely different crashed alien spaceship, that’s not much of a conspiracy when you realise that everyone knew there were aliens anyway.”
“But I’m saying that the governments of the world knew about these aliens for years and hid it from us,” the Ugandan said.
“So, who cares,” I said, “Plus that doesn’t change the fact we had enough power.
“Guys what are you doing?” Sanna said standing over our cafeteria table with a tray full of food and staring down out the paper strewn across the table.
Nuan then came over with her tray looking down at the table as well.
“What is this?” she asked.
“We got into a little argument,” I said.
“About what?” Sanna said sitting down and picking up the paper.
“Ogwambi thinks that the power for the mass teleport came from a secret power source the American government had all the time...”
“No not American, just because the films say so, aliens don’t crash land only in America, more likely it was Russia or China," Nuan replied.
“Yes, whatever, however I’ve tried to tell him the power could have come from the worldwide network already in place.”
“I’ve heard of this theory,” Nuan said. “Except in my version the power source actually came from an alien ship the Mars mission discovered.”
“I’ve never heard of this,” Sanna said as she started eating.
“Before the Destroyer before the Ark, an alien ship crashed in the fifties and one of the world governments discovered it and used its technology to kick of the computer age and the internet. Because the power network was destroyed by the Destroyer’s activities they also used the power source on the alien ship to make sure the teleporters worked,” Ogwambi explained. “I’m telling you it’s the only way we could have been beamed aboard the ship.”
“I countered that even an alien ship couldn’t give us the power. The ship would have been small, if it existed at all, and it’s power would be the same as adding another human power plant into the equation, which makes no difference.”
“Even a small alien ship would have had huge power reserves in order to get across space,” Ogwambi said. “Enough to give the teleporters what they need.”
“Guys you’re both wrong, it wasn’t power the alien ship added, it was computing power.” Nuan interjected.
“What?” Me and Ogwambi said together.
“Think about it, teleporting 250 odd people would have required enormous computing power, only an alien computer could have done it.”
“Why do any of you care, so what if alien technology did this or that?” Sanna asked.
“See,” I said, “Sanna’s right, who cares? It was all alien technology in the end.”
“The governments were keeping stuff from us, what else did they hide? What else was never revealed when the world went boom?”
“Doesn’t matter now, we’re all that’s left, the secrets died with those government officials who hoarded them,” Sanna said.
“I occasionally go to the control centre late at night and I look through the database,” Ogwambi began. “Dr Ghost put the sum total of all human knowledge on it. There’s nothing there about any of the famous conspiracies. It’s doesn’t say if we knew aliens existed or not before the Ark or Destroyer or who released that orange president’s tax returns,” Ogwambi said. "Yet don't we deserve to know?"
“Maybe there is nothing to tell,” Sanna said.
“Yeah there was never a Bigfoot or Loch Ness monster,” I said.
“Or WMD’s,” Sanna added
“Maybe the Mars landings really did happen,” Ogwambi said.
“Or if GM conspiracy was actually true all along,” Nuan threw into the mix.
We looked at her.
“Chinese conspiracy theory,” she explained.
We sat in silence for a while. I sensed a mood of disappointment. That we the last remnants of the human race, still didn’t know everything, that maybe some secrets have been kept from us even though we were the only humans who could know them.
“It bothers me that we’ll never know the truth about those things. I mean would telling us hurt anyone?”
“Maybe it would make us think different about our past, which would change how we think about the future?” Sanna said.
“Dr Ghost was a psychologist, he wouldn’t want us to think things that were harmful. Maybe some of these secrets need to remain secret, things could go wrong if we knew them,” Ogwambi said.
“Maybe we’re supposed to let them go, we are after all the future of humanity, got to let the past go, to move forward. Hopefully we won’t have secrets and our descendants will trust each other so much they won’t need to keep any of their own,” Nuan said.
I had a brain wave and I clicked my fingers triumphantly. “What about JFK?” I asked Ogwambi.
He looked away and his eyes darted back and forth, then he turned back to me.
“I didn’t look for that one,” he said.
We all looked at each other.
“You don’t think?” Sanna said.
“Maybe there is something in the computer about it?” Nuan answered.
“Let’s go check,” Ogwambi said.
Our chairs scraped on the floor as we all stood up and bolted for the door.