Te pito o te henua

 

The island of Rapa Nui, better known as Easter Island, is truly a remote place. Frankly, apart from the Mo'ai, these immense statues sculpted in the rock, there is nothing to see on this island beaten by the winds. The "Pukao", the crude headdress that embellished these hideous statues is intriguing. How could primitive peoples have moved and erected these statues of several tons and covered them with such heavy blocks of rock. Even with today's lifting equipment, we have a vast construction site to straighten the Mo'ai. And why did the Polynesians do such a thing, without even commenting on the unsightliness of these "things"? They must have been really bored, the islanders!

The secret is there, far from all bad taste jokes. Beyond the writing that was practiced, that we have never been able to decipher, there is on this Chilean island lost in the ocean a formidable secret. Extraterrestrials, coming from Jupiter, established themselves, a long time ago, in this region. Their "empire" covered the entire Pacific Ocean, South America. It was connected to other sites all around the planet. But the world has forgotten this time. Only a few initiates secretly keep the few transmitted knowledge of this golden age where humans worshipped and served the "gods". We only have the pyramids and the cyclopean constructions aligned on all the continents to remind us, in an obvious way, what was. The Oceanic tribes have kept some memories of this "visit". The Mo'ai were, in fact, looking at the sky, as the local expression "Mat'aki te rangi", eyes looking at the sky, testifies. Yes, the Polynesians, like many of the contemporary peoples of the extraterrestrial colonies on Earth, must have looked to the sky for a long time, hoping for the return of that extraordinary civilization which had earned the island the title "Te pito o te henua", in the Rapanui language, the navel of the world. 

The extraterrestrials took care to erase all traces of their passage, the volcano completed the destruction of the rest. All that remains are legends that scientists have not been able to interpret, megaliths erected stupidly by ignorant people more interested in the tourist windfall than the search for meaning, and thousands of questions that the Mo'ai will never answer.

Rex Vane was an astronomer who worked in a laboratory in Chile. He had the chance to meet these Jupiterians, during an expedition that they were leading on their former earth colony. These extraterrestrials from the planet Jupiter considered him worthy. They gave him a belt that gave him extraordinary powers of invisibility, distant hearing, invulnerability to nuclear explosions, etc. He then wanted to call himself El Capitan Jupiter, with all the attributes of a superhero, energy beams in his eyes, light speed flights, no need to breathe in space or water, etc. 

El Capitan Jupiter had a good reputation for years, often successfully fighting evil-doers, but he got tired of walking around in tight briefs, wearing a ridiculous cape. 

Rex Vane had also become a millionaire by getting his hands on some of the "possessions" of the cartels he was fighting. It is important to understand that Rex received his powers from the Jupiterian control center, which closely monitored his actions and asked him to report on them regularly. The Jupiterians, on the other hand, did not care if Rex used his powers on the bandits he managed to arrest. The notion of theft did not exist on Jupiter, as did most of the moral considerations installed in people's consciences by religions. Rex Vane could do whatever he wanted with other humans, whether he fought or collaborated with criminals was totally indifferent to the Jupiterians. All they asked of Rex Vane was that he conceal his alien power as best he could and not use it to develop a weapon that would be dangerous to the planet, let alone to the aliens. The Jupiterian civilization was suspicious of humans after its setbacks several thousand years ago. It seems that our species, spiritually and organically far inferior to most extraterrestrials, is worried about its ambition. We are angels or demons, capable of the worst as well as the best and immortal in our souls. Equipped with powers, we can give free rein to too many fantasies, inherited from psychological flaws from childhood. 

Rex Vane was a smart and philosophical guy. He understood very quickly the limits and the possibilities that were given to him. The Jupiterians did not want him to dominate the planet and were completely uninterested in the boring details of crime or the wars on Earth. They just wanted a human "correspondent", able to fulfill locally some observation and measurement missions without doing too much bullshit. They had given Rex Vane exorbitant powers without realizing it. In their eyes, his equipment was barely the minimum of what any of their enlisted men had. El capitan Jupiter had inherited a Jupiterian base, temporarily installed on Easter Island, for old times' sake. But the regular passage of tourists and marauding archaeologists made it difficult for Zane to get around. And he was bored to death on this island lost in the middle of the ocean. 

So he decided to use his fortune to live more comfortably and travel. He quickly abandoned his ridiculous role of vigilante, which no one asked him to fulfill, to devote himself to his absolute passion for women, whom he went to chase everywhere on all continents. At the same time, he faithfully fulfilled the rare and punctual missions that his Jupiterian correspondents asked of him. He led a rather worldly and lecherous life of a billionaire rentier in the most popular places of the planet before dying, at an advanced age, surrounded by sublime and bisexual girls, in his magnificent circular property, designed by the architect Emilio Izquierdo, on one of the hills overhanging Santiago de Chile. El Capitan Jupiter wasted his formidable powers in a vain and questionable life. But he didn't disturb the geopolitical balance of a world that saw the great families of the super-rich and their lackeys indulging in their distressing passions of underdeveloped creatures.