[begin blog post #27
“We found nothing on that moon. All we know was gleaned from the pseudo-historical documents in the King’s archives.”
I’m so excited now that I feel ready to risk anything to get more information, perhaps to convince him or the Cydroids to take another look on Albaral. I blurt out: “Maybe you did not want to find anything? Afraid of what you would discover?”
His face darkens and I watch his moves, particularly his hands. “Be careful of your accusations, Antierra. Your statement is completely unfounded and unfair to us. You can’t know…”
“You know what I don’t like about scientists in general, doctor?”
He frowns and I know I’m treading on dangerous grounds but I must get this off my chest now, no matter what he decides to do. He replies with a hint of annoyance, “I’m sure you are about to tell me.”
“Scientists assume that everything has a logical explanation; that everything can be reduced to a set of calculations any computer can then analyze to give the only logical answer possible. That is their greatest weakness. They develop a fetish about their research and theories, a religious singleness of mind that given time and of course recognition, blinds them to any number of other possibilities. However many times they have been shocked from their tunnel vision, they inevitably return to the simple comfort and profit of it.
“They seldom realize the truth of it: that they cannot enter some of those “other factors” in their calculations; such factors being the esoteric quality of all life; forces created by minds through belief systems, collective histories, the shadow side. There is also that which I, as an Avatari, know as Spirit – the primal force that turns itself into a Möbius band so that what appears to us as the two sides of life is really always only one.
“Hence their understanding of life remains ever incomplete and seriously flawed. Result, those who trust them must pay for their mistakes and endure… or painfully recover, as has been the case on Old Earth following a short time when its pseudo-humanity gave itself body and “soul” to a science and technology they thought they understood and controlled. It very nearly destroyed them and their world.
“Life does not make mistakes doctor – by nature it is quite incapable of that. It is people misunderstanding its purpose who “sin” against what is essentially a perfect process. It is all those power-hungry minds who place their pet theories, their self-centered dreams, their selfish ventures, their “absolute truths” ahead of life’s natural flow.
“And why? Because they are faced with a collective consciousness that is dirty, messy, unpredictable but which they would control and profit from. It is however a world in flux and chaos, remaining viable only by a fine thread of order that keeps breaking and that people like you and me must continually repair with haywire, granny knots and “sleue” before the whole thing unravels.”
He interrupts me.
“I’m sorry, did you say slew…?”
“No, I said “sleue”(I spell it for him) – a slang word for a disgusting but absolutely necessary compound that can be manually applied using a small disposable pressure gun coated with artificial ceramic to cracks or holes on any, and I mean any(!) type of physical surface even in deep space. If you allow any of this material to touch human flesh it eats it instantly and its fumes in a closed breathable environment act as any number of the deadliest poisons known. They kill all biological life forms on contact. Ironically it was developed for the wars against the Melkiars by materials discovered in their possession. All their anti-biologic weaponry possessed some form of the formula for this compound.”
I see that he is about to stop me for another explanation and I forestall him.
“Could I please ask you to refrain from asking me to explain every term I may use in this discussion? I will clarify as we proceed along, if I feel it is necessary, or I will explain certain terms later if you wish. If you interrupt me each time I say something you haven’t heard before, I’ll never finish.”
“I was going to ask you to clarify that comment about your wars with Melkiars but very well, I’ll hold my questions until later. Mind if I enter your terms in my datacom unit?”
“Please do.” I wave my hand at him then stand up to pace around a bit. I feel much tension talking to him as an equal.
“Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was discussing scientists…
“Scientists believe they are the ones to turn it around; that they can order life; that all they need is just another key to the machine. In many ways, they are just so many high priests making pronouncements regarding the movements and thoughts of the gods, taking creation or physical reality as nothing more than mechanically programmed reality. When something comes up challenging theories which would destroy their beliefs they experience a powerful tendency to reject the new information. As I learned through mind numbing experience, they simply resort to breaking down their material reality into tinier and tinier ‘bits’ – a desperate attempt to maintain some shred of physical evidence to keep all of life and all of reality in the test tube.”
With a tone of annoyance and barely concealed sarcasm he asks, “Are you done?”
“For now yes. It is not my desire to antagonize you or your people, sir. Obviously your people have approached the Malefactus problem very seriously.
“But I feel you may have done so too linearly, ignoring philosophical or deductive reasoning in favour of pure science, or physics? Perhaps in doing so you have overlooked the most logical clue of all: the presence of the artificial sun-moon they call Albaral. The real story is there, I sense it. How I wish I had the means I once had when serving in the Supremacy fleet: to ship up to Albaral and put it through the battery of tests our technology was, or is, so capable of. I’m sure I would discover what powers it.”
Relying on my intuition from the previous exchanges I ask the next logical question of him: “Please tell me doctor, what is your world called?”
He raises his heavy eyebrows at my question, “I am from Koron. It is located, as seen from deep space, within the constellation Dedaeleon as is this world. It is the closest inhabited world to T’Sing Tarleyn and of course, we share the same basic solar system although our own sun-star is different than the one that powers this world. If you explore our combined greater solar system, or systems, you will find it complex and very fascinating. Trying to unravel the mysteries of our worlds and our innate curiosity literally drove us to develop space travel to explore our worlds. Once we had launched out we first explored our own inner space, our moons and asteroids. That’s where we found our first alien space craft which we thought too small to be of much use in interstellar travels, yet had been built to accommodate humanoid beings. But we found no trace of any kind of biological life aboard them. It was as if they had been built for humans by robots and no human, or robot, had flown them. When we understood enough of their technology to reactivate at least the communication and information storage devices aboard, we found nothing, just static.
“We puzzled over them and finally we developed a grapple system to piggy-back some of them back to our world to study. We never could understand how they could be propelled from distances across parsecs of space; from other star systems. Even in cryogenic freeze couches which the small ships were not equipped with there was no way they could travel outside a simple solar system without killing everyone aboard. And even if they could travel at light speed, it would be hundreds or thousands of years before they reached our world!
I notice his penchant to sarcasm again. He shrugs, turns to look me in the eyes and says, “Perhaps you can solve that mystery for us?”
“I will try to explain sir. Have you ever heard of the stack world theory?”
“If you mean the relative worlds idea, yes, I have heard of it. I’d say I’ve heard enough about it to have dismissed it long ago. It does not work simply because of the great singularity at the “center” of the so-called stack that possesses no known reality. Anything flowing into the singularity disappears. What seems to flow out from it has wave-front properties that make no sense – just pure chaos. Almost like emotions measured from the break-up of feelings in hyper-agitated humans.”
I reply excitedly, “Exactly! And how many worlds – if there was a stack condition of opposing stacks – how many relative worlds have you calculated to exist in tandem – that would affect each other’s gravitational pull, orbits and environmental conditions?”
“Our calculations decree an average of twelve worlds, six to an opposing ‘stack’ as you would put it. But they could be considered as a complex system, each world having one or two suns and either one or two moons. It’s a small tight-knit constellation, nothing more. The singularity we take to be the same sort of force that exists at the center of any spiral galaxy, holding it together, pure energy, nothing else.”
[end blog post #27]