posted on Aug, 17 2013 @ 08:52 PM
Flying through hyper-space, the ship’s klaxon went off, causing the whole ship to lurch slightly, and both it’s occupants to be retrieved from
their sleep cycle.
They both went through a well-rehearsed routine without speaking, touching controls and reading displays.
“Class G, prominent oxygen based atmosphere. Scanning now for lifeforms.”
After a moment, there was an audible intake of air from the younger occupant.
“Crith, do you see those readings?”
“Very interesting, Odom.”
“I even ran the scan again to verify the results. Do you know what this means?”
“I’m aware of the Protocols,” Crith replied almost haughtily, “I am the Senior on this mission.”
Odom’s enthusiasm was not to be reduced by his sharp reply. They both knew they had found another seed planet, and it was growing with abundant
life of all kinds. A miracle planet, very rare, as they had searched thousands of star systems in search of the ancestor’s seed, and he knew they
would eventually make landfall for a survey.
Life, Odom mused, was one of the most unique qualities the multi-verse had, and his culture had discovered eons ago that random planets had been
seeded with life. Most life was in the bacterial stages, but life it was, and with that discovery, they had built spaceships to find the origin of
life, the ancestors.
Odom spent the next few days culling data from the sensors, and archiving the results for superluminal transit. He had checked coordinates, and
realized they were over 3 million parsecs from their own home world.
Planet 592261, Catalog Entry 53, ID 8875:
The planet has a magnetosphere, protecting it amazingly well from the solar radiation emanating from the primary star. Out of 8 planets and 3 remote
planetoids in this solar system, this is the only planet that liquid dihydrogen monoxide, and not only that, it covers 70% of the surface area. The
upper atmosphere has an ionizing layer of plasma, which traps 13% percent of carbon dioxide produced by the organic lifeforms, and also has an axial
tilt of 3% which seems to produce interesting weather patterns. It is curious to note the planet shows remarkable resemblance to our own home world,
or at least, what the primordial phase of our planet was.
Planet 592261, Catalog Entry 334, ID 8875:
Crith and I have determined that there is no advanced technology on this planet. There are many settlements of advanced hominids, utilizing crude
tools fabricated from a curious blend of organic material and inorganic, with planetary imaging show several settlements in various geographic
locations that are near flowing deposits of dihydrogen monoxide.
Planet 592261, Catalog Entry 535, ID 8875:
Crith has decided (much to my protests) to make landfall by a settlement in the centralized section of the largest continent. I would prefer to
access the smaller continent, taking a smaller sampling of deoxyribonucleic acid for processing, but Crith insists that by his calculations, this
location is origin site of all the hominids on this planet, and would therefore produce a wider variance of material to study. I will admit there is
wisdom to his decision, so we will utilize stasis fields for all the subjects we intend to sample.
A group of hominids look to the sky, and upon seeing a fireball of flame coming towards them, scamper into the woods, save one, the largest, which
paces nervously before the forest’s canopy. Hoots and wheets resound audibly throughout the nearby canopy, informing the clan of the impending
danger. The alpha male roars loudly, pounding his chest, unafraid of the unknown, prepared to protect his clan.
“Touchdown in 5.”
Odom looked at Crith.
“Initiate protocol 37645.”
Odom rapidly typed the symbols on his viewpad, causing a slight hum throughout the cabin of their ship. He knew a force field was deployed around the
shell of their ship, and they were now safe to observe. Viewscreens lit up throughout the cabin, and displayed a panoramic view of their outside
“Crith look, that hominid must be the senior. He’s the only one that didn’t hide. Perhaps he’s waiting to greet us.”
“Not so, young Odom. Past experience in first contact situations have led me to conclude that caution is in order. We will only observe at this
point, and catalog information.”
The alpha was angered. There was no battle. The shiny fruit seed had landed, and had done nothing. It only sat there. Thumping his chest in a
challenge once more, the fruit seed remained motionless. He moved closer, thumping a challenge once again. He stood up and roared. Furious now, he
saddled closer and closer, roaring and thumping in intervals, trying to invoke movement so he could attack it.
“He's been doing that for over an hour, Crith," Odom finally said, “I am recording it's behavior for further analysis."
“Excellent work, Odom. It is a fine specimen to study. Very primitive, but healthy. It’s anatomy is similar to our ancestors, so I truly
believe now that we have found another seed planet.”
“Would you like me to prepare a stasis field?”
“No. Not yet. If this is a seed planet, then there is a wealth of information to record, and Protocol 44855 dictates that observational recordings
must endure until hostilities have ceased.”
“So noted in the Catalog.”
Crith looked at him with something of a sneer.
They watched and recorded for several more hours, and eventually, the alpha grew disinterested and meandered slowly back to the forest edge, and began
calling out in various tones. Nightfall was approaching, and the clan began slowly falling out of the canopy, with one beginning to make a fire,
while the others bustled around with fruits, nuts, and fresh meat gleaned from the forest during the alpha's encounter. All of them were now
oblivious to the spacecraft, as it were nothing more than another tree in the forest.
“Observe, Junior, and note in your Catalog that patience pays off. We are no threat to them, and their primitive minds no longer see us as a
Odom privately blushed. He was eager to get deoxyribonucleic acid samples to analyze.
Planet 592261, Catalog Entry 6588, ID 8875:
Crith refuses to leave the ship, and get actual samples to study. Senior is content with observing and recording, and he has been endlessly studying
the videos we have of their lifestyle. It's actually the same routine over and over. The males copulate with the females in plain view in the
evening before they enter a sleep cycle, and in the morning they communicate by a gutturally intoned language and then go about a seemingly random
foraging ritual. There are a few males that leave the camp each day, with crude stone tools, and come home in the evening with a bloody quadruped
tied upside down, carried on a plank between two of their husky shoulders. A fire is started, and they sear the flesh of the quadruped, and consume
it. Afterwards, more copulation, then sleep. This observation is growing redundant, especially since they have shown no variance in their daily
rituals. However, today we were able to record a representation of their reproductive system, which was rather fascinating. One of the females which
had an extended abdomen began to spasm with pain, and was immediately attended by several of the other female hominids. I was especially interested
in this, and was able to get several angular feeds from our remote viewing probes.