PREPARATION
As
Ardi and I finish our morning meal, I realize Dorwith hasn’t said anything
about details of our destination. He made it clear we’re to follow his
directions. My mind reels, not knowing the details of what we are getting into.
“You know, Nee, Dorwith said this
will be an experience to tell our children about someday. By taking these
killers out, maybe billions of beings will be able to live without looking over
their shoulder.”
“Are you ready? Dorwith saunters into
the room, oozing attitude, as usual.
“Yes, the pod is packed and we’ve
eaten, have you?” I ask.
“Certainly.” Dorwith’s yellow fur
glistens over his 175 pound frame. He is so proud of his looks. He picks at the
nails on his ‘feet’. My eyes
unconsciously look to see what he is doing. OH, POO-DOO, I turn away.
“We’re ready to go.” Ardel says.
I look at Ardi, so sharp in his traveling
one piece. He is tall enough to do it justice. I look up at him, smile and
admire every muscle that shows through his outfit. That never gets old. He
gives me a quick kiss. We climb aboard and take off.
With our four little pods following,
we head north, in the direction Dorwith points. “At least he knows where we are
going,” Ardel says under his breath.
Dorwith changes directions a few
times and we follow his pointing hand.
The little pod pops, and we hear a distinct sizzling sound. “That must
be an electromagnetic field. It’s strong here.” I poke Ardi in his rib with one
finger whispering ‘SSSSSSS’, faking an electric surge sound.
“OK, Nee, you’re a shocker. I think the electromagnetic field is stronger
than I anticipated,”
I stare while ‘Ohh’ escapes me. “How incredible.” I’m Looking
at a city in a different dimension. “Look Ardi, The bright flying vehicles are
amazing. Some are glowing little red
conveyances, and there are several sparkling green colored vehicles to our
right and just below us that converge in absolute confusion to me, Wow. I'm pointing at everything like a little kid. They’re
fast moving every which way as though somebody threw them at random into the
air. I can’t watch it all. It makes me dizzy. I’m afraid we’ll hit one of them.”
Ardel remains diligent, “I’ve got this, my
concerned little Blondie.” He says.
Dorwith sits in a relaxed position,
looking half asleep. Suddenly he says, “You
won’t hit anything. There are directional electro-magnetic elements designed
into every movable unit that protects everyone from collision. Set down on top of that structure.”
Ardi skillfully sets the pods in a
neat row on a platform atop the roof of a tall building.
We follow Darwith onto a square flat
platform. It doesn’t look like there are any walls around it. We suddenly move
down, fast. I feel like a suicidal bird. Floors fly past and there isn’t
anything to hold on to. “Oh, ratcrap,
what is this crazy thing?” I manage to say, “I’ve never been in anything like
this, my legs are wobbling.” I lose my balance and react by flinging my arms
out toward the platform rim and touch a smooth surface. I exhale. Relief fills
me, as I know now that this contraption won’t kill me. I learn it is a force
field from Dorwith. No wonder I couldn’t see anything to hold onto.
We land on ground level facing outside.
As we exit we join the crowds that fill the walkways. Vehicles whiz past, missing
us by inches. This place is crazy. “Everything I see is comparable to marbles
thrown randomly into the air and landing in the midst of us. Is it always like this?” I ask.
“Yes.” Dorwith calmly says, “We are
in City Heart. The center of all development.”
“Well, since pieces of wrecks aren’t
crashing down on us, I’ll call this organized human clutter.” I say in a
whisper to Ardi while looking all around. “I expected noise enough to make my
ears ring, but it is quiet, peaceful. I am not used to any of this. What do you
think?” I ask Ardi.
“It seems to be a swarm of confusion.
People have devices on their feet that elevate them off the roadway and propel
them about. This frantic rhythm seems to work. Everyone appears unfazed.”
Ardi lets out a big sigh.
“Follow me.” Dorwith moves with
determined speed.
I’ve never seen him move fast before.
This must be important, I think. We enter a building and find ourselves in a large
room lit in soft golden lights. I quickly count twenty cat type beings that
look like Dorwith. Each is laid back, quiet, some purring, while others are talking
quietly. A soothing waterfall cascades from the ceiling into a half circular
pool where fish are lazily swimming. I guess those fish are their lunch. Soft,
plush pillows are scattered around and a few are sitting, some lying about
while soothing music quietly plays in the background. I recognize the plants
are variants of catnip. No surprise there.
Dorwith leads us into an office
“Please sit. You are going to watch four thousand years of history. It’s accurate
yet brief.”
A voice comes over speakers. “DNA,
cellular changes have been cruelly used to transform animals into dangerous
predators, and all but eliminate human civilizations. We estimate four thousand
years of attacks at a minimum.” A hologram floods the room. It’s as though we
are a part of these times, standing here.
“A
scene of a lush green valley
surround us, animals walk around the perimeter of the valley while some
walk
near us and wander across the valley. Only one brown hairy bear/ape
looking
critter chases a noisy bird that ends up as his dinner. Every other
critter and
person is calm, and peaceful. They ignore the noisy birds capture.
Beyond a
near hundred feet are several people making baskets, cooking, laughing
while children
play nearby. Simple huts are built in a semicircle, around the group.
Suddenly
flying machines swoop into view, followed by floating mechanical
machines that
roughly resembling living persons are ready for combat.
They land and promply round up the entire village. Few escape.
“Hey, Ardi,” I whisper, “This is
what happened on the planet we just left.” I hold onto his arm for dear life.
It’s all too real.
“These excrement have contributed
nothing but pain for centuries.” Ardi then squeezes my hand back, leans down and
kisses my cheek. I love his attention.
We observe as those corralled are injected,
and become inert, staring off into space, with no animation. The stoic victims
are slowly herded off while their injected children are left behind to die. We
speed forward where another peaceful scene is played out. Simple vehicles move people
silently around. Homes are molded from what appears to be a colorful clay
substance. Children play, laugh and all seem happy. Again, there are armed
airborne flying machines that swoop overhead. Their soldiers march, carrying injectors.
Crowds are rounded up and injected. Few escape. Many die, mostly children, and
their bodies are left behind, on the ground to rot.
“They are worse that some smelly
Drilts Dung.” I turn to Ardi, “This is so sad.”
“Nee, we will stop this, we have the
right crew.” Ardi pats my shoulders.
The flying craft leave while the
walking corpses are herded off. We are
standing alone in this traumatized scene while other situations play the same
horror. We watch different Centuries whiz past. Dorwith says, “These are the
same predators that changed the peace loving Gentle Giants into beasts who you
know were successfully reverted back to their original state.”
Tears fall down my cheek. “How can
any entity think so little of life as to destroy and capture everyone that is
alive on a whim? Those left behind
starve to death. Their motivation to eat, or move on their own volition is
gone. Who are these murderous goons?” I
ask.
Dorwith answers, “The original
creators are long dead and gone. They built and programmed robotic predators to
ravage and murder millions across time and space in order to control the walking
dead into extracting fossil fuels from their planets. When depleted, they
depart, leaving carnage behind. These fuels they killed for are useless in
advanced societies. It was all for nothing.”
We
will be deleting man made robotic creations and transform any changed life
forms we find into peaceful entities. Up until now, the process has met with
failure.