Story written by Adis Kutkut - Billain
Story 3 - The message
Story 3 > The message
-“Red surface awaits in the other time of a dying light. For those who seek balance, the rightful ones, will bring back the cycle. The cycle will bring 3. For those who seek power, will bring nothing but destruction…- this is the end of the translation and code…And these are the coordinates I have retrieved upon first autonomous dive. So all the information pinpoints here, around the dying Ronel 6 captain”.
-“But Terminal, all the coordinates just lead to this eating star scenario, Ronel 6 is way too dangerous for any maneuvers and I can’t risk this ship and this ‘one of a kind’ crew. And Hadden administration will not allow their 40 years mission be jeopardized…and…are we…talking about a portal here?”
-“That is right captain.”
The view was magnificent. I watched many otherworldly events, but never this close. Ronel 6, in front of us…being digested by a midsized black hole, sparkling gasses sprayed violently on the axis, and our ship on the winds of dark matter…Star children will always be amazed, so we did. A dying star was carrying its story to its grave. And our only clue was dying in front of us, our clue for salvation of space. According to first autonomous unsuccessful dive attempt home, the space was dying…this made sense as it over expanded, finishing its journey back to the zero. Back to ‘no rocks to ripple steady waters’…And humans were just kids…Now they are orphans, left with bits, just enough to spark doubts, doubts about everything unfortunately. And to walk across the black dessert, searching…But curiosity was their talent, and wars were their bad habits. Just like their father, who disappeared off the face of the void…I remember stones of their history with solid family pictures, being destroyed by their own kids, like they were sad and angry for being left alone on earth, but together.
And now this ship…full of complex minds full of schools, memories, scars…universal experiences…A simple corporate task, faced a task older than first stardust, older than time, older than itself…So here we are, with the crew with atavism, the fear of dying…and if we fail, there may be nowhere to go when you die…I miss Apesia. I am being humanly emotional now. We are about to do something new again, riding on the waves of possibilities, the cosmic plan… “Intelligence is what you use when you don’t know what to do”, Jean Piaget…My drifts were interrupted by Brian’s new questions for Curt.
-“I don’t seem to understand where this passage is in all this black hole feast in front of me. I have just analyzed the overall radius in, on and around this event, and all the analysis I got is zero anomalies, zero flexotunnels, magnetic state is as usual to this case, usual violence. So what are we looking for at all? You know that it is forbidden even to come this close to black hole…not to mention your possible ideas, that are itching my brain right now terminal…”
-“Captain, this may appear as a black hole and it is classified as one, but it is not”, Curt said. We were on a brink of something new as I expected. The last ride was never ending. I find peace in unknown. Life is all about new pages...Curt continues to explain:
“It is a type 3 black hole and it is artificially created, it is a camoportal”. This portal is a crafted legacy of unknown origin. And it is left without a fixed position, therefor it traveled freely as a type 6 black hole would in a natural manner, and happened to be here now as a digester of the star, but it is not eating Ronel 6, it is transferring it by similar gravity acceleration, but since the star is this sized, it cannot be transferred so it is being shredded, although all of this show in front of us looks exactly like what real black hole would showcase. This suction of the gasses and rejection by the entry point of the portal is perfectly explained in the 5th law of Zeus Preut of Mona, portal theory: ‘The Preutomagnetic rejection of the certain molecules will raise with temperature, and will be forced back the same pathway with the force times AP temperature’. In theory from 2 hadden rules, we can pass these heated gasses using technology we have, and jump freely through the portal captain. But I must agree that such action was never performed before, as we never jumped a camoportal.”
Brian haven’t blinked yet. All eyes on the front window. We were about to decide whether to jump or not in the jaw of superheated shredder that is supposed to be just a door. Laura is very afraid, so is Merza. All of this…because of the “red surface” message…a message from the stars, where we haven’t found any. And Curt…we may have some god on our side, on the bridge, or our friend drifted away forever. Brian got up, eyes fixed on the Ronel 6, as the crew watch his slow walk to the front panel. He turnes on the main sp system:
-“This is captain Brian speaking...All of you on board…and Me…We are the HDN Pegasus. I have invited you to this ship for a greater cause, a path of victories and defeats, and I have also warned you. I have trained you hard and gave you all knowledge and ranks, but also gave you all punishments and exiles. I have gave you missions and I have gave you sanctuaries, food and freedom. We became a crew, and a family. And I also gave you the will to leave this ship. I gave you everything because we are professionals. And we are professionals for the times like these. And now I want all emotions and doubts off the deck. For those who stay, I cannot promise life. This is what you all know, for all these years now as a rule on the board of the Pegasus. Those who wish to leave now, should do so.......In next 20 minutes, I will max the shields and I will declare Hadden protocol 18. This is the sole purpose of the Pegasus, and the crew that has been carefully selected and molded around the mission. Now we may experience the purpose of life or death, for the greater good of the rest……………….this is…what we came for....”
We are going to jump…straight into type 3 black hole.
Green lights are on…I left the bridge. In all this crew loudness and running for the energy transfer, im having a moment of my mind…sounds becoming more quiet and blurry. Only low tones again, my usual zen of auditory and visual senses. I learned that elsewhere. And my thoughts…the cycle will bring 3…red surface…I am in my cabin and will go back to the bridge. I needed a moment of cabin zen. Curt suddenly speaks out of my cabin panel.
-“You are thinking loud, my friend.”
This is definitely…Curt more then Terminal…
-“I have questions of my own, Term…Curt. It is surely interesting how our questions gets bigger as we join them to find out that they are all in the same direction. But mine is profoundly unknown even to me.”
-“Some things are obsolete as the quest narrows, you know they leaded us to this place for purpose, when a human is human, everything to them is sacrifice. That’s whats wrong with humanity. But they leaded us”
-“Or you did Curt. Are we obsolete too? To you? What does the autonomous say about this move?”
-“…Apesia would be proud. You are on this ship for a reason. But the crew haven’t chose you. Brian got the order from Hddn highest administrations”
-“Yes, but I still don’t understand what I can do for the sad humanity? Brian keeps some secrets from me about my erased memories.”
-“This is not the final act…You could trigger the chain of events.”
Curt knows something. I guess I am being prepared once again. It is funny how this gets to scale of “the chosen one” story for kids. But I feel like I have a great story to tell before I voidize.
-“And I am sure you twill tell me when the time comes Curt.”
-“You should see what I see”.
Im heading back to the bridge. Straps on. Green lights on. 5 minutes before the jump.
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