Sci-fi/fantasy tale. Group of scientists attempts to terraform far far world in a deep deep space...
As a small group is losing contact with entire humankind, their task is also to understand why they are there indeed. The otherwise their existence...
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Another place was another meadow surrounded by another forest which looked in general like that which was left by her. Hatch went open and she moved out of machine's womb. She directed herself to depth of thicket to find a local control station. This type of station served to Society like some kind of distant embassy. They were located through all the width of planet. And here there were many machines and technical devices which purpose was to support Their Mission by performing many minor tasks in area of this outpost. Like anywhere else in area of such station there was lot of vehicles to control, lot of tasks to solve against few persons of Society. That is why like anywhere else it all was managed by only one of them. And like any other architecture item belonging to the group, station was mostly build under the ground level. And behind small elevation of land all the things and possibilities of it were hidden. Only elements that identified a place in the eye of Prima were those almost unseen ground-brown-colored hatch and a couple of narrow windows that cut through the grass covering. Natural green on station's soil roof made things look almost non-artificial. And near this almost real hill she was met by one more fan of non-formal talks and conversations. The same way guy had a single letter to identify him. One capitalized letter. The way many of alphabet's representatives liked to say. They would say that yes it is just one letter, but it is capitalized. That was one of ways they underlined their contribution to the whole mission of the Society. And in this case the only letter to be used to mark the only ruler of all vehicles and devices here was H. It is possible that self-recognition of fact that one was ruling and controlling vast lands gave to anyone of Letters who happened to be on stations some special pride. That was like having position of governor in some giant empire. But it is also was true that on the other side they the Letters were those who embodied the mission into actions, converting immaterial ideas to real tasks solved. Yes it was for sure that all certain doings were performed by machines and devices, but these were ruled and taken for responsibility by the Letters. And that had its meaning for them. And by this paradoxical combination they were able to unify pride for being real rulers and pride known to simple workers who just do their job well into one sense of dignity. H was almost close to his predecessor in terms of greeting. He did neither show special interest or indifference. Not saying a word he simply led her inside station, in its internal space. In here they happened to be surrounded by the whiteness of walls which had its corners rounded the same way as joints either vertically and horizontally. And by this fact the walls, ceiling and bottom failed to have any edges at all. In its surfaces there were no sign for lamps or any sources of light. But light was simply coming from the walls themselves and filled the space of a room equally. And almost nothing interrupted alikeness in here except couple almost unnoticeable compact protrusions placed symmetrically on each side which could serve like some kind of tables. She approached one of protrusions coming from whiteness and touched its surface with her palm. Numb white then turned into colors of monitor which draw figures, numbers and images in respond to soft moves of her finger over them. While she was discovering state of things for territory which bear eight as its identity number, H was standing apart silently and still, crossing his hands over his chest. Some period after he unlocked his hands what probably meant he supposed to leave her. 'I've got things to do' he said meaningfully instead of any other possible way to say "bye". She only let herself support his leave by turning her head slightly toward him, not saying a syllable in return. She knew that H went out to watch territory which belonged to his control like some kind of huntsman. In deed his name was eighth letter of alphabet and also stood as first one in a word Huntsman. He should do usual things but also and first of all to solve problem that appeared in Z-four square. And now red dot beeping on the virtual map should be removed. That should be done before situation would grow critical or to any state of real danger. And that means that it should be done right now. She kept accessing and reading data until she was interrupted.
