part 2 - Mulligan
Novay 13, 4721: 137:11
I hope I don’t get sick; my guts are rolling, and I had almost no sleep last shift. I said goodbye to my kiz and said to Coouren: “When they
reach 11, name them for your kith with numbers from mine. I had hoped to be here still, but it’s not to be. I will return to you.”
Coouren bumped her forehead to mine and I felt my knees weaken with desire for her. “Safety-love,” she said, holding me. “Love-trust,” I
countered, just as we did when we were courting.
I didn’t look back as I slid into the Worm-tube. I couldn’t. It took every bit of my resolve to hold my face still as my tube joined with the
others headed for LAB-4. None of us looked at each other. We were all struggling.
“This is it, old boy,” Crix said as we walked down the ramp to the airlocks. “It appears so,” I said, wearing my bravado like a sim-cape.
Novay 14, 4721: 22:18
In a moment, our measure of time will end. The first group has already flipped. Only seven didn’t survive – a new record! Their kith will
be rewarded with +14 benefit, for as long as the Weld can provide it. We will emerge – Zith willing – 1327.74 years later than their drop zone.
If all has gone as planned, many of their kith will be there to greet us. The energy necessary to flip all 7 quadrillion of us and our supplies
is profound. The weight of that knowledge is great, as we all know that trillions on Earth will die, sacrificing their resources to power our flip.
We don’t talk about it, and I’m grateful that Crix doesn’t joke about it. I am so coiled, I think I would kill him if he did. I guess he
There was a vibration and a blinding flash seen even behind our shielded helmets. Then blackness as time stretched infinitely, snapping back like
the stems of a Zeum Tree.
I hope we have emerged at the indexed time. There really is no way to tell, and if I didn’t have the knowledge that I’m to be recalled in 121
days, I think I might go mad. We watched and studied, but how could we know how strange the Earth of this time would be? Every species is in a
struggle for life and death. The previous group is nowhere to be found. We’ve sent out 125 groups of 1,000 to search for them. For now, we
wait and conserve our resources. I feel low. I miss Coouren, and it feels strange to know that she doesn’t exist in this time. The air makes
us all cough, rich with Nitrogen and other gasses. We’ll adapt. My chest is itching again. I hate the distraction of it, however it makes me
feel somehow connected to Coouren and the kiz, as if by a tether of time, stretching through the ages.
Day 7 142:16
The Sun is SO bright and hot. I think sometimes that we won’t survive it, and yet we do. 94 of the groups returned, with no good news other
than their attrition was less than seven percent. What could have happened to the first flip group? They would have been here if they could have.
Either (p) they didn’t survive, (#) they we prevented from mobilizing at these coordinants, (a) we didn’t emerge at the designated coordinants or
(*) everything is fouled up. The next wave of groups will go twice as far, while the core will move 177 links north toward where we believe is
the core of this time.
Day 51 11:71
We have made contact! Group Blue-17 have found the descendants of the first flip. They are stationed in a wide-ranging zone 2652 links from our
present location. Initial reports are somewhat disturbing; I want to see this for myself to properly assess the situation. Apparently, the
first contactees were entirely unclothed, and were far beyond the AC protocol of aggressiveness. 127,000 of our own were killed. I’m afraid I
know what has happened, but will refrain from discussing it until we get there. I have only 70 days to survive before I am flipped back. I
thought I’d feel guilty to leave the core. Not so much. I just want to live and go home. Long ago, that was called a Mulligan. A do-over.
I want that. Soon.
Day 97 don’t know the intervals, lost my temcom
Insufferable world. Giant lizards prey upon our numbers. Other creatures. We have made a great mistake. I want to go home. I WANT to go
home! How long do I have? I know I’m going home. We walk all day long. Our supplies are very low, but we’ve found three plants that
nourish us with a delicious elixir. It is ambrosia, and we all feel revived. Most of us have discarded our tunics. It’s just that hot. I
think sometimes that my helmet makes my head boil, and I take it off, but then realize that it is protecting me from the unrelenting Sun. My feet
hurt. Everything hurts. Only a few more days. I think. I want to see………… Oh dear Zith, I can’t………… I can’t remember her
name, but I see her face. When we get to the meeting place, we will rest and we’ll all be okay again.
Dday. Itsa day long day gone passt last. cannot think the sun the rain is it ever going to end. push this button and voke. voke and walk
walk and voke.. everybody spreading out, foraging. Smell them. Everybody leaving a trail, easy to follow. Going to follow this one over here,
smells like food. Need food. Queen needs food most of all. Not going home. Not me anymore.
Feel stronger. Protect her. Protect the queen. Led a group into the white mountain to get food and water. There was plenty to share but the big
creatures saw and covered us with a killing liquid. Toousands died. doesn’t matter. I will say this in case any others find us or this
………… this ring I talk. The flip… you don’t get to keep yourself.
Loose it little bit by bit every day. You find us, you go back or get stuck here with us. Radiation. No help for it. Kills brain.
Everything is big. Bigger than us. The big ones scream with joy when they kill us. Call us AAANTZ. Is that what we are do not know.
Hungry. Goodbye ring. Too heavy to carry you. Tell her I love tell her I love
edit on 8/12/13 by argentus because: paragraphs are my friend!