"Will he?" said the tall female. The four had walked into the garden after their puppet had left. They liked him, as some things you do. Perez said confidently:
"He will."
"Why did you say your name was Perez?" Said the once flaxen female, her tone uptight.
"You know how I like to play - it is the oldest name known to this age of men." There were no sideways glances, no care for the thought of their companion's play.
"Who will he go to? Lett?" Said the taller female. The once flaxen answered:
"No, he fears her." They walked into the shade of the palm tree, above the Thursday sun cast a rectangle in the old Melbourne garden. The man who called himself Perez said:
"We need to get to the chambers. It is time, this is how it went for our ancestors." They all felt the enormity, even though they had been taught as children the Pole Shift would fall on them.
'What about Macka?" In the distance a Melbourne tram sang.
"He won't go to any of them." Said the Flaxen woman, contradicting Perez. "He really does want to go up to the mountains with a tarpaulin and a riffle. He might even make it, for a time. Why do we care about him?"
"Sentimentality."
"That is for them, not us."
"What if he meets one after the Shift? He will know their powers. Understand Prophet and it's fingers made of drones. He won't be afraid, he might manipulate them. They won't know they are Gods." The four thought. Humans had to be reset to zero, except the chosen that would forge the new civilisations.
"He won't, he will become The Wild Man, the Green Man - The face in the Woods. They will need their demons."
"He has seen one of the Orbs." The silver haired man said. Even Perez thought deeply.
"It was orange, it didn't seem him." He concluded.
The conversation swung to other puppets, other fears, then swang back to Macka. It was Perez who suggested they let Prophet decide. Prophet eventually reported:
Macka is out of our hands, a free man.
"If he makes it some will idolize him. He will cast doubt upon the coming age."
"So what are we saying," said Perez "we cast him out?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Fallen angel." Said the tall female.
Perez smiled.
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The Pole Shift
Science FictionEarth Crust Displacement, a theoretical and devastating geological event supported by Albert Einstein. What if it was about to happen, what if we knew it was upon us? What if some of us were being watched . . .
