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TORLO HANNIS OF NOOMAS
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TORLO HANNIS OF NOOMASIn the tradition of Edgar Rice Burroughs, Mr. Nuetzel has designed an exciting story of adventure in a distant world somewhere across the galaxy. On an exotic alien world, a man without a memory becomes the greatest of all warriors--while seeking to unravel the clues that will unlock his past. "I, Torlo Hannis, was born at the age of twenty-eight, without memory of my past life, without knowledge of the world in which I found myself."
by Charles Nuetzel
Torlo Hannis wakes up on the planet of Noomas without memory of any past life, yet aware that he comes from a vast intergalactic civilization. On this new world of primitive city states, subtly dominated by the mysterious Muties, where nations willingly go to battle for the possession of a beautiful princess, Torlo Hannis - the Lost One - struggles against hopeless odds to not only regain his lost memory but save the beautiful princess with whom he fell in love upon first sight.
As a writer I come across many people with stories to tell, most of which are useless. In the case of two men I shall call Dr. Spencer and Dr. Donaldson, quite the opposite was true.
In the beginning they were reluctant to reveal what they knew, partly for fear of ridicule and partly because they wished to keep their experiments secret.
During a party, Dr. Paul Spencer, a full-bearded stocky man in his middle thirties, began talking to me about telepathy, a subject which I’ve found of interest, much as the rumors of flying saucers—neither of which I believe or disbelieve. Paul Spencer claimed that some years back he had come across an idea—theory if you will—which might make telepathy possible. (I won’t go into the technical details because I’m not qualified to do so. The general idea is that since thoughts are electrical impulses, they can be picked up by an electronic tuner—like radio waves are gathered by AM or FM tuners—to be channeled through an amplifier, changed to another frequency which would tune them to another person’s mental wave band. The theory was that telepathy is a reality but that each person’s thoughts are on a different wave-band and thereby unable to be picked up by another brain. The tuner would work as a mechanical device to adjust one person’s thoughts to the wave-band of another’s—thereby making telepathy possible to anybody.)
I argued against the concept of telepathy merely for the sake of a good evening’s discussion. Because he was feeling a little too high and it was a private party among friends, Paul Spencer claimed that he had done extensive experimenting on it with John Donaldson, who was a telepathically sensitive person.
“We have tapes which would curl your hair,” Spencer explained, “but nobody would believe them. That’s why we haven’t told anybody. As it is, I’ve talked too much!”
Donaldson had just walked up to the bar to pour himself another drink. He was a tall, dark-haired man with large nervous eyes. “That’s quite right, Paul. Nobody would believe you. So keep quiet!”
“You can’t stop here!” I exclaimed; now determined to learn as much as possible. “If you have something—please go on! Look, I’m not about to laugh. The theory does sound fantastic. But...if you’ve evidence...”
Donaldson filled his glass with Scotch. “Maybe there isn’t any harm in telling you, after all. Even if you did write about it, who would believe you?” He took a large swallow of the drink. “It would sound like science fiction!”
“And that’s for sure!” Spencer nodded, his face wide with a serious grin.
But the conversation was interrupted at that point because our wives came into the den. Nothing more was said that evening. But the next day I continued to think about what hints they had offered; my writer’s instinct was acutely sparked. Even if it was nothing but talk, there was possibly a kick-off point here upon which I could develop a story.
I called Spencer that night to ask if I could come over and talk to him about the telepathy tuner. He was reluctant at first but I explained my purpose and he finally consented.
That evening we met in his lab, behind the large house in which he lives in Woodland Hills, California. John Donaldson was there and they explained in more detail what they had been doing, most of which went completely over my head. The lab was a scattered assortment of wires, tubes, tools and bulky electronic equipment. Their explanations seemed as difficult to understand as this electronic collection of gadgets surrounding me. But in the end, they presented these facts:
“Once the tuner was developed,” Spencer announced, sitting on a tall stool, playing idly with a straight-stemmed empty pipe, “I put John here into an hypnotic state, then placed the headphones, especially re-designed for high frequency, on his head. I ran the dial up and down the frequency bands and at one point noticed that he tensed, his lips started to move, then relaxed as I changed the position of the dial setting.
“Pin-pointing the frequency was a delicate job, taking a little more than half an hour. All the time, John was showing signs of deep frustration and nervousness, muttering to himself, as if having a nightmare. I almost brought him out of the trance, then decided against it.
“Once the adjustment was made, he said, very clearly, in a stilted voice, as if he were having difficulty forming words: ‘My name is Torlo Hannis. Who are you?’ He repeated this over and over again. I turned on the tape recorder and didn’t disturb John for some twenty minutes.
“The question kept repeating itself. Nothing else. Finally I turned off the tuner and brought John out of it. After playing the tape back to him, he admitted to having strange dreams. In his mind had come this voice. Though he understood the words, it was hard to form them into English.”
Donaldson explained: “It was as if the language sent were different, insofar as the organization of word patterns. I found it hard to reorganize them.”
“My theory is,” Spencer offered, “that this Torlo speaks another language and is projecting telepathically, we are picking up his thoughts, John is having difficulty re-translating them into English patterns—or at least he was in the beginning.”
“How long have you been on this?”
“For three months. We have now learned much about Torlo Hannis but there is a lot more to learn. I’ve recorded everything. John can now talk quite rapidly, exchanging questions with Torlo Hannis. The voice pattern is different when he speaks for Torlo.” After a moment to let me think this through, he asked: “Would you like to hear some of the tapes?”
I was most eager.
As Spencer threaded a tape into the machine, he said: “The major fact we have learned so far is that Torlo is from another planet, either existing now or far in the future or in some other dimension. Don’t laugh! It’s just that we have been trying to come up with some theory. Exchanging information with Torlo proves the following: he is human in shape and biology, there is ancient history which suggests that his race came from a planet much like Earth—or Earth itself. The culture which gave him birth spans the galaxy, though he is isolated on a planet called Noomas, where he was shipwrecked some years ago. Well, let him tell you through the voice of John Donaldson.”
It is enough, here, to say I listened to the tapes, all of them, then insisted they attempt to contact Torlo. Their arranged meeting was not due until three nights later. In the following weeks and months, I was a fascinated spectator as the doctors continued their communication with Torlo Hannis. At my suggestion an organized method of work was established, so that we could get a clear picture of the world on which Torlo lives. My motive was to see if there was a story here that I might use.
In the end I had enough material to organize into a book which, though fantastic, contained a fascinating and exciting adventure. Only after weeks of pressure did John and Paul finally allow me to use the material, but only on the condition that if I referred to them at all it would be under fictitious names.
I present the following as nothing but a good tale, something with which to pass a pleasant evening. Most readers will say it is merely the imagination of a science fiction writer; and who am I to deny them this belief? As to the others who will believe—or want to believe—who am I to claim they are wrong? Dr. Spencer and Dr. Donaldson believe; I trust them. And therefore one must conclude that I believe there is a Torlo Hannis living in some other time or some other dimension, who through his own experiments in telepathy, has by some freak of fate made contact with Earth through the Spencer Tuner.
Thousand Oaks, California
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SLAVEGIRL OF NOOMAS
by Charles Nuetzel & Heidi Garrett
Adt and Sarleni, swordsman and slavegirl, lost at sea and attempting to survive, were soon to discover the horrid truths concerning Noomas' future. Sarleni, trained in the mental powers of the Zygo, offered the only weapon that could resist the Muti forces set to stop them on their journey to the other side of the planet. A thrilling science-fantasy adventure, with swords flying in the skilled hands of a master swordsman!
It was through Dr. Spencer
and Dr. Donaldson that I first became aware of
Torlo Hannis. The present book is the long awaited
sequel to the Noomas adventures published some
decades ago and now released by the Borgo Press
imprint of Wildside Press as Torlo Hannis of
had been doing extensive research in telepathy,
based on the principle that if telepathy did
exist, there must be a logical scientific
explanation as to why so few had the ability. His
research identified certain specific electrical
impulses emitting from each person’s thinking
brain that were resonating at slightly different
frequencies, therefore isolating one mental world
from another. “It would be very awkward any other
way,” Paul once pointed out. “You might say it’s
Nature’s way of protecting us all from the mass,
collective thoughts of everybody around us.” John
Donaldson, who was telepathically sensitive, had
served as his subject in the practical
application of the theory. The last communication
between Torlo Hannis and the doctors was the
of Bel-loniea, (Youi Janis’ grandfather) has just
called me for an emergency meeting. As I told you,
Adt Dorta returned last night and now has gone
into private conference with Romos. A lot of
speculation has rumored its way throughout the
city, suggesting that he had something of vital
importance to report to our Proctor. I’ll be in
communications with you tomorrow.
After over a
year of silence they shut things down. We all lost
contact with one another after the publication of
the original editions of Warrior of Noomas and
Raiders of Noomas.
Then some years
later I got a letter from Paul Spencer’s daughter,
which said, in part:
remember how pleased Dad was with the publications
of the story of Torlo Hannis. I have sad news to
relate concerning the two doctors. Dr. Donaldson
died in 1981. Natural causes. And left the
documents with Dad, who just passed away not long
ago. I still have some of their papers. Dad gave
me your name, suggesting you might be interested
in his research.
were a few more comments about the two friends and
memoirs and such. I declined the offer, advising
she keep the archives.
That was almost
twenty years ago. It was all brought back
into focus as a result of a long email
communication with Heidi Garrett, whom I’ve now
known for almost a decade. She came across the
Noomas books recently. Finding them an interesting
study she decided to loan her copies to a friend
and sci-fi addict who promptly challenged some of
the scientific data in the books. He’s somewhat of
a techie with a brilliant mind. Of course, from
his point of view this was all sci-fi stuff. He
detailed some critical points. She sent some of
those comments back to me, mostly off the cuff
with more than a hint of remarkable disbelief in
the reality of the doctors’ existence. I instantly
emailed her that they were real people, and sent
her a copy of the letter from Paul’s daughter.
Fred came back
with significant scientific arguments and once I’d
checked out his background, I discovered he was
exactly as he claimed to be, a well-established
expert in specialized communications assigned to
NASA and planetary research, no less. I read
several articles about his work on the
transmission of signals involving a group of
planets in a distant solar system.
Heidi to contact Dr. Spencer’s daughter. And she
did. She obtained permission to gain full access
to all of the remaining documents with express
instructions to keep the media out of the picture.
me the following:
works very quickly and is quite amazingly astute.
He has quite a collection of old wiring equipment
long outdated, transistors and switchboards. Very
interesting to watch him work, recreating some of
the old circuitry from the sketches and making
adjustments to his own lab equipment. In the weeks
since we’d made our visit to the doctor’s
daughter, he’d put together a makeshift computer
program and a tuner based on Spencer’s diagrams. I
wanted to share the results with you.
following is a part of the message she sent me,
which had come from Torlo Hannis himself!
…and it was
obvious that if something isn’t done immediately,
all the nations of Noomas will be in great
trouble. Adt Dorta’s report was undeniably
conclusive. He brought information that is still
being examined. On the other side of the planet is
an expanding empire that is threatening
international dominance, and must be stopped
…assuming it isn’t already too late.
it is best to simply let you hear Adt Dorta’s
story in his own words.
That’s when my
intense correspondence began directly with the
Professor Fred Baxter who had no time for small
talk. He wanted the details and pure facts. He was
fascinated and dryly amused by the doctor’s
methods. “Apparently their convoluted ideas must
have worked.” He quipped in his very politely
calculated style. He surmised a number of
variables, relating them with time warp theories.
He talked at length about string theory, block
time, parallel dimensional space, black holes, and
so on, to explain the inner-connection between
Torlo’s world and ours. “An alternate universe
would be a simplistic term.”
Heidi had written:
seems to have found a link to your Torlo Hannis
after all these years. Torlo is dictating details
as he had done before, but this time it is all
about Adt Dorta. Or more concisely comes as if Adt
Dorta is dictating through Torlo.
I think this could be a fascinating story to tell.
So many readers have awaited a sequel to the
Noomas adventure and this is as close as I think
we’ll ever get. What do you think? Want to try
putting something together?
already organized the first parts of Adt Dorta’s
story, sifted out of the mass of exchanges they
had received. Sending me the beginnings of her
work, she said that she was willing to continue if
I thought the project was worth the effort.
Needless to say, I accepted her offer. I was quite
excited and the end result gave us great
satisfaction in revealing what had happened on
Noomas and the peoples of that planet. She said
that some of the connections were weak and
sometimes unintelligible, as if they’d switched to
a different language, but somehow even those parts
seem highly charged and valuable. She’s done an
book tells the story of Adt Dorta and the
slavegirl’s adventures, which sent them to the
other side of Noomas.
Adt had been
taken a prisoner almost immediately in a battle
between the Diano and Bel-loniean troops. He was
held for a long period of time until Torlo Hannis
released him previous to rescuing Youi, the
Proctoress of Bel-loniea. Much of their
relationship being revealed in “Torlo Hannis of
Noomas”. The storm that sent Torlo and Youi into
the vast deserts of Noomas was to also have its
disastrous effect on Adt Dorta’s life. What
follows now is his story of survival with the
First, though, you will find
a Prologue in which we’ve compiled, in his own
words, a brief summary of his life previous to
CHARLES NUETZEL & HEIDI GARRETT
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