Naturally, this meant pieces of it had gone missing. The painting Alejandro had stumbled across was one of them. Where it had been the last 400 years was anybody's guess. Alejandro told my father that before he could decide whether to notify authorities or not, he discovered a torn corner on the back side of the painting. There were two layers of canvas, he discovered, and sandwiched between them were a number of loose pages. I guess he figured it wouldn't hurt to get them all out of there, because that's what he did. Of course, he didn't understand what was written on any of them, but he recognized they were more valuable than the painting. So, he packed them together and went looking for someone who knew something about them.
That's where my father came in. He was a linguistics professor at the University of Michigan, the same school that Alejandro had attended as a young graduate student. Alejandro contacted him and asked if he wouldn't mind meeting him somewhere public to take a look at an artifact he had come across. My father agreed and they met at the Blue Moon tavern on 53rd street in downtown Detroit.
He recognized the language immediately, but was suspicious of Alejandro. So he said nothing. He told him that he would need to do some research and would get back to him. Alejandro said that would be fine, and they went their separate ways.
My father went back to his office, called a colleague to ask a few questions of his own, and came home.
I remember that day. My father came home and told me that I was in danger. He didn't elaborate, maybe it was better that way. I didn't know what kind of danger I could possibly be in, and while he spooked me, I really didn't believe him.
It turns out the book contained instructions to a particular individual. Apparently, for some historical reason, everyone thought I was that individual. Odd enough, but the language the book was written is was identical to that of the Voynich manuscript. My father was the only one in the world who could read the Voynich manuscript, and so he was the only one who could read the book. He could read it cuz he was from the galaxy urglblargblah. I was the heir to the Urglblargblah dynasty and had had my consciousness transferred to this body in order to keep me safe from the uprising that was occurring there due to dwindling resources. So, some people figured this out, tried to shoot me but failed. I learned all this after the fact and am now in the process of building my spaceship to return me to my kingdom. END.
That's where my father came in. He was a linguistics professor at the University of Michigan, the same school that Alejandro had attended as a young graduate student. Alejandro contacted him and asked if he wouldn't mind meeting him somewhere public to take a look at an artifact he had come across. My father agreed and they met at the Blue Moon tavern on 53rd street in downtown Detroit.
He recognized the language immediately, but was suspicious of Alejandro. So he said nothing. He told him that he would need to do some research and would get back to him. Alejandro said that would be fine, and they went their separate ways.
My father went back to his office, called a colleague to ask a few questions of his own, and came home.
I remember that day. My father came home and told me that I was in danger. He didn't elaborate, maybe it was better that way. I didn't know what kind of danger I could possibly be in, and while he spooked me, I really didn't believe him.
It turns out the book contained instructions to a particular individual. Apparently, for some historical reason, everyone thought I was that individual. Odd enough, but the language the book was written is was identical to that of the Voynich manuscript. My father was the only one in the world who could read the Voynich manuscript, and so he was the only one who could read the book. He could read it cuz he was from the galaxy urglblargblah. I was the heir to the Urglblargblah dynasty and had had my consciousness transferred to this body in order to keep me safe from the uprising that was occurring there due to dwindling resources. So, some people figured this out, tried to shoot me but failed. I learned all this after the fact and am now in the process of building my spaceship to return me to my kingdom. END.
