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 For one thousand of the planet's years, the spaceship had hovered
silently above it, unnoticed. The crew of the ship had studied the inhabitants, watched
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Copyright © Lynn McCorry Saran stepped through the teleporter on his home
world of 'Heaavan' and, almost immediately, emerged on the spaceship 'Messia', docked in
space millions of light years away. He knocked and then entered his Commander's quarters.
Sira looked up and smiled. "Come Saran, sit," she motioned towards a chair. They exchanged pleasantries and then Sira's tone became serious. "Have you been briefed on your assignment yet?" she asked. Saran shook his head. "Not entirely. I
know the planet closely resembles our own world, and apart from minor physical
differences, the inhabitants are very much like our own ancestors of millenniums
ago." Sira nodded. "Yes, and we do believe they have the potential to evolve like us. Their genetic structure shows that at least half of them possess the dormant gene of telepathy. In time they could learn how to untap their telepathic abilities, the byproduct of which, as we know, is the mutant gene of immortality.
"They need a nucleus to build upon and we believe we have found one. Unity will take many thousands of their years, but without it self destruction is inevitable. "That's where you come in, Saran. We can see no other way for our plan to work than by direct contact with them." Saran's eyes widened. "You mean we're actually going down there? But … I thought they couldn't know of us … they wouldn't understand … they're too primitive …" Sira held up her hand to silence him. "There will only be one of us Saran. You."
"Well," Sira explained, "certain events have already taken place planetside, so it's imperative that we send you down immediately." "But!," Saran interrupted, "it's too soon. I'll need temporary physical reconstruction. These beings haven't developed wings yet. I'll be too obvious …" "Don't worry," Sira continued, "we have a body
on the planet. Only your mind will need to "You will, of course, be given a 'Mind Overlay' Before you transfer. You'll retain all your own memories, plus the new instructions and you can communicate with us telepathically whenever you need help." "Will it be a long assignment?" Sira smiled, "No my friend, it should only take about thirty of their years … merely a blink of an eye to us." |
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| The baby opened his eyes. He had amazing clarity
of mind and vision for a newborn. Three men stood in the doorway. Through the slats in the
roof, the baby could see the bright light that he knew was his spaceship.
"Yes," replied the man, "we have a beautiful son Mary." (c) Lynn McCorry |
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"However, from our studies it appears that they are a fragmented
species. If left alone they will continue to diversify and the unification necessary to
evolve to our stage will be lost. 
Saran
shifted slightly in his chair, uncertain where all this was going. Sira, noting his
uneasiness, took his hand in hers. "Saran," she said gently. "These beings
have such a short lifespan. Immortality could one day be within their grasp, but as you
know, they can only discover it when their species works together as a whole. Right now
they are heading in the opposite direction." 
"All right
Sira," Saran sighed, "what must I do?" 
transfer down, your body will
remain on the ship. 
The woman who was
holding him was speaking to the man kneeling beside her. "Isn't he beautiful
Joseph?," she said. 
