AnyaTheBlue
03-07-2005, 10:01 PM
Once upon a time, there lived a very powerful and wise people. They were so great, they had learned all there was to know. Because of this, they had learned that the Fire which gave their world life, their Sun, would die. Not soon, but soon enough.
And they knew that such a tragedy would doom not just them, but the whole of their history and accomplishments. It would be as if they had never been.
So they decided to find a new home, which was amazing. As far as they knew, no one had ever done such a thing. In fact, as far as they knew, there was no one other than themselves who had ever existed who could have had such a thought.
It was a very hard problem, and it required many other hard problems to be solved first.
They knew that the trip to a new Sun -- a new fire to warm and nurture them -- would be farther and take longer than anyone could live, so they took measures to make their vessels very large, so that some people could live and have children and live their lives while the trip was underway.
They knew that it would be helpful to have some of those who were alive at the outset be there at the conclusion, so they arranged for many people to sleep the many long years that the voyage would take.
They knew that disaster might strike, or that their destination might not make a good place to live, so they sent many vessels, not one, and they sent them to many different places. And they sent along plants and animals and all the things that would be needed to make their new home as comfortable and as like their old home as possible.
They knew that over such a long time, there were many simple and boring things that would need to be done, over and over again. So they made things that would be happy to do such jobs, and do them reliably and safely.
They knew that things would break, so they brought spares, and parts for repairing, and even materials to make new spares for all the things they brought with them.
And they even knew that one day, far in the future, the new homes they might make would also suffer the same fate as their old one, and so they took steps to insure that the vessels could build more of themselves, and could spread the Sparks of Life as far as they might go, to every place that might give them refuge.
This, child, is our story. We are that wandering people. Our first home died many generations ago, and this home is one our fathers fathers fashioned for us in the hopes we would find a new place to make our own.
At least, this is what the legends say. Myself, I'm not so sure. Maybe this world is simply that old, dead one, and we have survived that death. Who can say? The Animates do not speak, and the Sleepers in their towers and vaults tell no tales...
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What do you think?
And they knew that such a tragedy would doom not just them, but the whole of their history and accomplishments. It would be as if they had never been.
So they decided to find a new home, which was amazing. As far as they knew, no one had ever done such a thing. In fact, as far as they knew, there was no one other than themselves who had ever existed who could have had such a thought.
It was a very hard problem, and it required many other hard problems to be solved first.
They knew that the trip to a new Sun -- a new fire to warm and nurture them -- would be farther and take longer than anyone could live, so they took measures to make their vessels very large, so that some people could live and have children and live their lives while the trip was underway.
They knew that it would be helpful to have some of those who were alive at the outset be there at the conclusion, so they arranged for many people to sleep the many long years that the voyage would take.
They knew that disaster might strike, or that their destination might not make a good place to live, so they sent many vessels, not one, and they sent them to many different places. And they sent along plants and animals and all the things that would be needed to make their new home as comfortable and as like their old home as possible.
They knew that over such a long time, there were many simple and boring things that would need to be done, over and over again. So they made things that would be happy to do such jobs, and do them reliably and safely.
They knew that things would break, so they brought spares, and parts for repairing, and even materials to make new spares for all the things they brought with them.
And they even knew that one day, far in the future, the new homes they might make would also suffer the same fate as their old one, and so they took steps to insure that the vessels could build more of themselves, and could spread the Sparks of Life as far as they might go, to every place that might give them refuge.
This, child, is our story. We are that wandering people. Our first home died many generations ago, and this home is one our fathers fathers fashioned for us in the hopes we would find a new place to make our own.
At least, this is what the legends say. Myself, I'm not so sure. Maybe this world is simply that old, dead one, and we have survived that death. Who can say? The Animates do not speak, and the Sleepers in their towers and vaults tell no tales...
----
What do you think?