Jesus the Extraterrestrial - Origins by Leo Mark Page B

of Jesus Christ could be born. The time had come for Sarah to be artificially inseminated. Thomas made his final preparations for the all-important event, the cloning of a being. If it worked out, it would be the world’s first cloning of a mammal, though in fact it would be only for him and his family, as the world wouldn’t be told about it for now. Thomas wondered if there were other clones of animals, perhaps even of human beings, loose in the world. However no one could know for sure about human clones, as the fact would involve very complex questions, both from an ethical point of view in the scientific milieu, and from the legal standpoint. Thomas probably wouldn´t be the first to risk it. He rested for some hours on the sofa in his living room before starting the insemination process. He wanted to be completely rested so that nothing should go wrong. He woke up with an aching back from the hard sofa, then went to the laboratory to wait for Sarah and finalize his preparations. He could hardly bear his own anxiety and looked at his watch about once every minute. ‘Sarah late as usual. She must be nervous, poor girl.’
    Minutes later, when he was about to phone his daughter, he saw her at the end of the corridor making her way towards the laboratory. ‘Hi, Daddy, I’m here. Am I very late?’ asked Sarah, giving her father a hug and a kiss.
    ‘Punctual as ever,’ replied her father ironically. ‘You nervous?’
    ‘Just a little, but I trust you,’ answered Sarah calmly, putting her bag on the sofa.
    ‘Let’s get started then. Have a shower, use this antibacterial soap, then put this on,’ said Thomas, giving her a surgical gown and pointing to the door to the next room.
    The doctor started the insemination procedure. Everything went smoothly. The procedure was very quick and Sarah was very happy, as she had always wanted to have a child. And now she would be the mother of Jesus, the Mary of the modern age. Sarah rested for a few days, as her father told her to. Then she began to feel changes in her body. ‘Let’s hope it isn’t just psychological,’ she thought to herself. She made an appointment to see a gynecologist, wanting to do everything by the book. She took a blood test and went back to the surgery to get the result. She opened the envelope and saw ‘HCG hormone > 150 mUI/mL.’ ‘I’m pregnant, it’s a miracle!’ Right away she called her father, from the clinic, and he answered on the first ring.
    ‘Daddy, I’m pregnant!’

C HAPTER 10
    Washington DC, 1990
    The black Jaguar stopped in front of 630 Pennsylvania Avenue. The driver and the passenger in front got out, both men wearing suits and ties and both well over six feet tall. One of them opened the back door of the Jaguar. A white-haired man of about eighty got out. While the men in suits looked carefully up and down the street, the old man took the side door into a cafeteria that was being renovated. One of the men got into the Jaguar and took off; the other followed the old man who was going down a wooden staircase. The old man came to a mahogany door. He knocked three times and a slit opened in the middle of the door to see who was knocking. The slit closed again and two seconds later the door opened. The old man and his bodyguard went through the door. They walked along a corridor for a few yards and began to go past rooms where naked women were packing cocaine in small phials. The old man reached the end of the corridor, where there was an open door.
    ‘What´s this shit you’re doing here? Packing cocaine right in the middle of the capital city? You really want to get locked up,’ grumbled the old man to a blond man who was sitting behind a large glass table, counting hundred-dollar notes.
    ‘There’s got to be some point in the pay-offs we make to the judges and the cops and anyway, we’ve got you to get us out of any trouble that comes along,’ retorted the blond man, who had a tattoo on his neck.
    ‘Where are the