Reflections of the Past Shadows of the Future Part 7

Posted on 24 Sep 2014 @ 6:50pm by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim

557 words; about a 3 minute read

"Computer open log titled Reflections of the Past Shadows of the Future" Allyndra said. She had finished the last translation of the little book from old Akkadian and was ready to record it in her own log.

[Recording]

She begin to read.

"I have been surprised these past several days since our trip into London at the questions Ylinda has asked. There have been questions on our history but more centered on morals, ethics and philosophies. I must admit that she has asked some very pointed questions that have made me wonder as well.

The questions have not all been one way though. I have asked many about her people as well and found that they fractious society. Perhaps, if as I understand it, as much as our own societies have but with a capacity of destruction that dwarfs what we have to destroy ourselves. I can see why she is interested in how we have approached things, the wisdom of philosophers and writings of sages in order for people to live in peace. I truly would hope for that for her people for the description she has given of the world she is from sounds truly marvelous indeed. A paradise if they can keep it so.

Well Ylinda was correct, this past evening she awoke me and I came to consciousness to find two more of her kind in that odd tight fitting garment standing in my small living room. The observed me with a kind of curiosity and yet disdain but spoke little. Ylinda had some of my books in her hands and asked if she might have them to which I agreed readily. She looked sad and told me that she had nothing that she could give me for my kindness. I remember stammering it was all right and then the three disappeared in a shimmer of light like angels described of old.

She was wrong though in that she had not given me any gift. For I have the feeling to write again with a feverishness that I have not felt it a long time. Already I have the opening. I dedicate this opening to my visitor with these words:

No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable."

Allyndra smiled as she read the last lines. She then paused and said, "Close and seal log."

Musing for a moment, she wondered just how entangled her world had been from so long ago and in return what things had sparked imagination in another. The universe had a funny way of working.

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