Post by Deleted on May 25, 2014 22:33:05 GMT -8
One said nothing. It had no need for the primitive speech of its ancestors. There were those that still relied on such crude forms of communication, but one viewed such degenerates with something that might have been contempt, if emotions weren't beneath it.
It had no name. We call it one, because we must call it something.
It has no sex. Gender is irrelevant, and has been ever since its ancestors stepped off from the evolutionary ladder and chose their own future.
It had a body once, but it was discarded long ago. Like all of its kind, one discarded physical shell as soon as its mind matured enough to hold together without it.
One travels through space in a ship, though not one that we would recognize as such. Even a mind can be ripped apart by a hydrogen atom hitting it at a significant portion of the speed of light, and one was going far faster than that. Its speed is not something we can comprehend. Its ship is a shell impervious to such impacts. Beyond that, we simply aren't equipped to understand.
It has a mission, and that, I think, we can understand.
It wants to find its home.
Not home as we think of it. One has no need for the crude dwellings of lesser beings. It seeks the origin, the point from which all life originated. Most view such a place as a myth, but it knows better. It can trace its lineage all the way back to before the first colony ship, billions of years ago. But while the colonies spread out and diverged, evolutionarily speaking, its ancestors remained home. When the nuclear fires of the expanding home star reduced the inner planets to atoms on the solar breeze, they remained, and when the nuclear fire died, the home world remained. They had entered the star as advanced beings; they left as gods.
It was not to last.
Theirs was a world that consumed energy in vast quantities, and the white dwarf left behind was not enough. And so they headed for the stars, finally eschewing the cradle of civilization for greener pastures.
It had no name. We call it one, because we must call it something.
It has no sex. Gender is irrelevant, and has been ever since its ancestors stepped off from the evolutionary ladder and chose their own future.
It had a body once, but it was discarded long ago. Like all of its kind, one discarded physical shell as soon as its mind matured enough to hold together without it.
One travels through space in a ship, though not one that we would recognize as such. Even a mind can be ripped apart by a hydrogen atom hitting it at a significant portion of the speed of light, and one was going far faster than that. Its speed is not something we can comprehend. Its ship is a shell impervious to such impacts. Beyond that, we simply aren't equipped to understand.
It has a mission, and that, I think, we can understand.
It wants to find its home.
Not home as we think of it. One has no need for the crude dwellings of lesser beings. It seeks the origin, the point from which all life originated. Most view such a place as a myth, but it knows better. It can trace its lineage all the way back to before the first colony ship, billions of years ago. But while the colonies spread out and diverged, evolutionarily speaking, its ancestors remained home. When the nuclear fires of the expanding home star reduced the inner planets to atoms on the solar breeze, they remained, and when the nuclear fire died, the home world remained. They had entered the star as advanced beings; they left as gods.
It was not to last.
Theirs was a world that consumed energy in vast quantities, and the white dwarf left behind was not enough. And so they headed for the stars, finally eschewing the cradle of civilization for greener pastures.