The Pole Shift

Perez Ponders

Perez listened to the boy scuttle away. How quickly things returned to the animal kingdom, yet the third generation Pole Shift survivor had a LED, and spoke some words that meant something. Not as bad as previous Shifts. The ancient man returned to the corner of the room. He was very tired yet he was addicted to the people of the past Pole Shift and could not let them go easily. That boy, he thought, one of the elite's gets. He saw the promise, but what use promise without resource? What use anything without guidance? He mused a little further as he made himself comfortable, returning to the torpor that hadn't opened his eyes in a year. Thoughts pushed at him, delaying the return of the restorative hibernation.

Who set the boy a 'Quest'? It was a bit early for all that, Perez was convinced the children of the elites would be dead or riddled with disease. Paranoid with incomprehension and most likely eating each other. They would surely be looking to the people who had been given longevity and ancient technology as their Gods. The lad, Son? That was a name? He was anything but a savage. He was innately clever and had clearly had some guidance. Now the guider would have access to the last age's AI, Prophet. Had Perez wished to impress a boy? It was a rash gift. Prophet would be around for a long time, orbiting the earth in a hundred satellites.

Perez closed his eyes then opened them again. He looked at the stone carved reliefs on the old walls. The people depicted were of an age that had been forgotten. They had promised much but they too perished with their own Pole Shift. Perez shifted his long limbs. His Cro Magnon eyes went dreamy and he visited deep thought. He traveled racial memory, deep into caves his ancestors had painted. Caves like this one. Most of the world's mountains held rooms like this, with underground rivers that served as highways. He sat up and stood, speaking aloud as he began to pace.

"Someone has come to the island. Someone who finds himself with a crystal of this age, a sphere of propulsion from another. The metal boxes were probably just the holographic equipment." Perez walked up to the stone woman holding the Little Lo. "Not you, you stupid sow." He looked to the man with the rod. "Nor you Sean." Perez looked to the man holding a cup, that relic of power had not been gifted. He thought of Jimmy, crystal bearer and yes, he himself had gifted Jimmy foresight. Jimmy was his. His eyes slit.

"You won the battle against the Chinese fleet, I know that much. Your sons are dead, or are they?" That was it, what else? They had the spheres or 'egg' as the boy said. One or more must live. Rescued.

"Ah." He said. "Ebba's little treasures have saved a Son. Macka and Lett, the Sun and Moon Island Gods! No matter." Macka and Lett were of Ebba. Perez smiled and returned to the stone bed. "No matter at all." He muttered, then fell asleep.