Thursday, 7 February 2013
The Abroyt were wonders of their worlds...almost as far as the warmth from their sun could touch.
Even in stellar infancy they had not sent their own atop Roman candles into empty black of off-world night. Little wonder that when it finally came to adventuring beyond their realms, realms that bordered on the edge of vast gravitic anomaly, they would bio-tech-engineer the very beings best suited to do it...to travel into empty night and have no relent for what they left behind.
In their early nomenclature the USAF gave away they knew of these bio-engineered entities.
It was inherent to their designation of them, EBE, Extra-Biological-Entity.
They had their own use for these hapless creatures, now derelict from their objective...
with the Abroyt long gone almost an eon ago...especially now they could make them.
But then it happened, the EBEs went berserk.
Nature is our Protector, whether as moral guide or provider...whether as Creator or White Goddess.
But we cannot be protected from ourselves. Nor from the acquisition of vain self-image the EBEs contracted from man as he trafficked with them unwisely.
For now the EBE would be a specie, having sensual and reproductive ability. It would have desire...
It would have soul. Even if it had to take these things from man.
Even if one endless gruesome experiment after another would be performed, age after age after age.
The Abroyt, however, were still involved, long gone but still involved. Not wishing to overstep boundaries, they had made a creature with no genetic number that could be specified.
That could never biologically reproduce, that could never contain genetic knowledge.
That could never possess a soul.
I heard you just the other day,
the brave words, remorselessly given,
That still won't go away.
To you, all of these disturbed "illusions"
were but created, needlessly spoken,
Challenging one favorite delusion.
That madness exists without cause.
Copyright May 2001 James C. Horak
Posted by Torz Baron-Copley at Thursday, February 07, 2013