Space Flight 704, Chapter 71: The Sum of the Whole

He sensed the other watching him.

"This is you, isn't it?" he asked, holding the Ortrix up.

"In a manner of speaking," replied the other in a way that sounded melancholy, even though it lacked tone.

"All the Torim below created this? Became this before they died?" asked Rex.

"Instead of dying," the other corrected, "and not just the Torim below."

"Although the other Torim lived, what little power they possessed was a power they all shared"

"And now it's all in the Ortrix?"

Space Flight 704, Chapter 63: Re-evaluated Perspective

"So what happens next?"

"The Torim below created the Ortrix. If they didn't make it as a weapon, then for what?"

The Other had materialised, and Rex searched his face for a clue. Instead, he was shocked to see his companion crying.

For a moment, Rex was speechless.

"I... I thought you were a god. But gods don't cry."

Space Flight 704, Chapter 62: Explanations and Truths

All Torim were born with great power

But those below hummed with it, exuded it like a bright light from their being.

It may have been an evolutionary trait, or simply that these were the Torim that embraced the power, revelled in it.

The power was similar to that which you posses. It understood all things it touched, and embraced all it understood.

Those who possessed it strongly would not fight when the others cast them down.

"And here they wait".

Space Flight 704, Chapter 41: The Desolate Planet

"What did I do?"

Rex and The Other walked the deserted city and Rex repeated the question again and again.

The Other remained silent and surveyed the desolation with a face Rex wouldn't have been able to read even if he had been paying attention.

The city showed no signs of life. The streets and buildings were stripped of all technology, so not even the electrical hum of civilisation was left.

When he had arrived on this planet, he had reached into the planet to learn what had happened to its inhabitants. The picture was fuzzy, distorted and incomplete. The Other nudged him.

"Try looking backwards."

Rex shifted his focus. His previous time-travel helped. He reached backwards through time to follow the fate of this world.

He watched huge ships land across the planet and disgorge millions of unhappy broken people. He saw them strip their ships of technology and begin to rebuild their cold city. The ships grew smaller. Generations grew young again and he watched as more and more of their dead returned to life.

The newly re-animated told dark stories about the sky-stranger that left instructions for them.

Space flight 704, Chapter 32: The Patience of Generations

"Rug weaving?"

Despite mastering the art of travel back to the white place, he had trouble doing it in reverse back to the normal world. The other had to help him, even more so because he didn't know where they were going.

The other had taken him to a lovely little planet covered entirely with sand, except for one oasis just big enough for the village of four-hundred-odd beings who populated it.

About half the population Rex could see were doing the work of running a town: farming, milling, mending, cooking, cleaning. It looked like a pleasant place to live. The villagers were friendly and not surprised to see Rex, waving cheerfully and offering their simple hospitality to refresh him and his companion.

The half of the population who were not doing day-to-day work were sitting in a large village square, weaving. Weaving a giant rug. The bulk of the rug was rolled into a enormous cylinder that was twice the length of one of their modest dwellings, and about as high. He wondered who it was for, and how they intended to move such an immense object once they finished. He figured it must have taken them years.

"Seven hundred years," said his companion.

"They have been weaving for eight generations and it will not be done for at least three more."

Rex was flabbergasted.

"Why in space would they need such a large rug? What is the need for it here? Will they sell it?"

"The Heeyaas were once a space-faring race, enamoured with the universe, and happy simply exploring galaxies in their life-ship.

"One thousand years ago they met the Xentash, another race who took their ship and stranded them on this planet. The Heeyaas were heart-broken but never without hope. They rebuilt their society, and when it was strong they began weaving again."

"But weaving for what""

"The rug is the neural network that will command their new ship. It was the technology the Xentash coveted: an immense AI hand-crafted into the fabric itself. They have rebuilt their ship, better and stronger than before. They patiently weave and tell stories of the universe they will one day explore again."

"Such patience," exclaimed Rex, "to spend one thousand years, and so many lifetimes hoping to one day visit the stars again."

Rex marvelled at the lesson the other had brought him here to teach him. And entire race dedicated to patience, wisdom and the pursuit of knowledge.

"They will explore again," continued the other, "but first they will hunt down and exterminate every Xentash they can find."

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