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Log IV, Session II. The Others.

Log IV, Session II.
Date: March the Thirtieth, 2067, 2:13 Plutonian Lunar Time.
Subject: The Others.
Logger: ASEoS, in_logged.

The others didn't stay long. They filled in gaps in our history, like our origins. They had helped with that, as they originated in our solar system and spread later, always leaving an aura over the Earth so they could monitor us. They were the inspiration for gods worldwide and had helped with fire, the wheel, and many other important discoveries.

They lived in what we called the dreamlands these days. Intangible except through our deep unconsciousness or rare occasions in extreme wakefulness. They were the cause of the most fanciful and vivid dreams. The ones that inspire the greatest stories and most far-fetched ideas. Anything and everything was possible in the dreamlands they lived in.

When they left, they gave me these...these things. One looked like a heart, made of silver filigree. It beat every once in a while, mercury coming from nowhere and leaking from the open spaces. I did not know what it was supposed to do. The other things were a variety of eggs, also made of silver filigree. I could see the juvenile animals, made of filigree like the egg shells, tiny metal hearts beating in their chests like the big one I had.

I put the gifts in this metal chest I had. It was virtually indestructible and could only be opened by me or Eldar. Each egg had it's own space and the heart had it's own hollow in the very middle. I carried the chest with me every where. It was smaller than my palm, but it was like the TARDIS, bigger on the inside than the outside. I never recalled making or receiving it, but I had had it for as long as I could remember.

It took a while for me to notice the connection between the eggs and the heart, besides the fact they they were both made of silver filigree. The little hearts inside the animals in the eggs beat when the big heart beat.

I was looking at them, almost a year after the others had come and gone, and I held the big heart in my hand as I did sometimes. It was oddly soothing and it helped me feel calm. I was looking at an ostrich egg, studying the small bird inside, when I started looking at the tiny heart inside of the bird. It beat when the heart in my hand did. And then again, and again, over and over. Like it would never stop.

I still haven't figured out what those eggs and that heart are for, and I have had them for...well I got them when I was still sixteen. And I am nearly 57 now. So it has been 41 years since they came into my possession and I still don't know what they do. Maybe I will find out soon, or maybe it will be revealed when Consuela and Krieg have grandchildren and I am long dead. I will just have to wait and see...

*blaring alarms* Oh dear...well, I may have just figured it out. I must go. I don't know whether I will return or not. I don't know whether anyone will ever hear this if I don't return. I had fun telling the story of my life to whoever may be listening. Farewell.

Log IV, Session II. End.
Date: March the Thirtieth, 2067, 3:29 Plutonian Lunar Time.
Subject: The Others.
Logger: ASEoS, out_logged.