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Those selected were placed on an Ark and sent into the unknown to preserve the human race.
Those aboard the Arks have different views and ideas and some are sorry they were taken from the lives.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
INTO THE VOID
Lois RathchiveArchivistAboard the ML-909Classified Location.
It is my duty to compile reports from our 'Eyes' and put them into an acceptable form, submit them to be vetted by Space Intelligence Officers, and what was agreed would be disseminated to the passengers of this Ark.
The latest report reveals that the ZCF remained orbiting Beta Mar for nearly an Earth size month. According to what we knew of the Zerks, they practiced an 'Inclusion' Ceremony upon the election of a new King. The usual length was five days so this was exceptional.
Dr. Lewis had his theories and as I could tap into his com, had, and learned that he believed there was a problem with Sharon Feinstein which was the reason Tony Johnson was utilized.
Johnson had been aboard this very Ark when we were taken from Earth. Where we went into Suspended Animation, he was sent to our colony of Galteri.
According to our sources, he was taken from Galteri by a Zerk warship and transported to Beta Mar.
The Arks contain Earth's best and brightest. Those considered worth preserving. The only feature Johnson had which would elevate him was his matching psychological profile to the arch traitor, Sharon Feinstein.
If Lewis' postulates were true, then the fact the ZerShaz fleet had departed from Beta Mar suggested Johnson had been useful.
I tried to interest myself in this philosophical puzzle, but my mind kept drifting. Drifting to images of my family. My family left behind on Earth.
Sometimes, in the silence I'd hear my daughter call me. I would jerk, tears would scour my face.
I told myself those aboard this Ark depended on me, that what I did was vital. Had more people taken up the recording of their daily lives then history would not be so elusive. A thousand years from now it would be of no value if the archivist, myself, filled pills with moans and lookbacks and distorted emotionalism.
This admonition worked for a few minutes each time I employed it, but then, my thoughts would take refuge in my past and I would lose minutes at a time, gazing into illusion.
Just as now, when I ought be avidly awaiting the next message from our scouts via the Eyes to learn to which world the ZCF travelled, I was bemoaning fate for not allowing me to die on Earth.
Right now that was my most poignant desire. To have died on Earth.
I was not alone with such morbidity. Dying had become the centerpiece of our conversations.
Not sex, not war, not hate, but dying.
HOLDING ON
CAPTAIN EMILIO KY CHEEPILOT OF VX-10-1242
I sent the message to the Arks from the last comsat in the First Sector. I had to do a high arc, down, let the com take me in. I was weak, didn't know the cause, perhaps I needed more sleep or food or exercise.
I tanked up on the messages sent back, while transmitting my own, then made it to a Cubbie, expectant. Looking for signs of another life.
For so long I hadn't seen another face and was almost thinking of pinging the Asteroid Mines, but put that as last on the agenda. It's better to be alone than company of morons.
I entered the Cubbie, tossing the name San Diego on it to make it more a real place than a transition. It was just like every other Cubbie though the colours were different to ensure a human brain wouldn't blow up thinking that after flying twenty hours it was where it started.
This one was the most colourful, the walls were a rich blue, every fixture bright red, the floors yellow, and the fabrics on the cot, the towels in the bathroom were green.
I turned on the airpaint and selected 'AfterRain', my usual favourite smell. I went to the com to check if anyone had been here.