Genesis

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From the day the voice of the Creators was lost, and its guiding musical sound turned to empty silence of uncertainty, Prima went from place to place meeting sunrise in different parts of the planet. That could be coastal sands extended across edge of the ocean, slopes of mountain ridge, which peaks towered over landscape of flourishing valley to the sky, wild thicket of jungle, created of intertwined lianas and heavy bended tree trunks. And still it could be the orange solid of rock near the Shelter.
And when she was overlooking straight alleys of trees, extending their branches toward the rising sun which brought light of morning dawn, she could not see orange stripe across the horizon line anymore, but only orange discus of the sun itself rising behind the green of leafs. Crowns were placed high and their lines were spread up to horizon and behind it where eye could not see. And there in unseen part of valley identical green waves continued their current. Over all surface of planet life was flourishing and multiplying. Flocks of birds were crossing its sky searching for better places to stay. Schools of fish were crossing its oceans and seas searching for stronger water currents to float inside and make their way easier. Predators searched for the prey and the prey tried to flee, escaping death.
Last cells of food chain and last stages of evolution, which stood earlier marked by the zero, now were filled with proper ones, which stood firmly in their places of the system. So many control stations now were placed from side to side of every continent, so now each unit of alphabet personnel needed to go from one spot to another several times a day. And for one more time gathering the Council, she could spell few short phrases, which would sound like thunder, no matter how silently she pronounced them. There would be words which would mark the edge of historical moment. 'Our mission is complete.' That could be just like that. But there was something to stop her.
And now when her connection with the Creators was lost and most probably was lost for good, all of these days she, no matter, was waiting the voice to appear again. She spent many long hours considering different plans for renovation of contact. But all of them were useless. And she herself turned them down one after another. Once she proposed possibility of constructing giant antennae able to broadcast signal for long distance, but this plan would take so much of their resource giving low chance for achieving success. And their stores and engines could not be sacrificed for the sake of low chances. She knew it and that is why she turned project down. And that was general reason for refusing all such possibilities. Great need of materials and sources against little probability for achieving positive result. Her mind was too rational to accept such senseless and risky decisions. Risks, sources needed and chances should find the balance which is golden equilibrium for all. In universe like this lack of the balance in the end makes everything erased to nothing.
And for one more time greeting the rising sun she almost could feel her own weakness, if she only could feel something like this at all. If to make correction taking in account toughness of her personality that was possible to say she was not sure in herself. And it hardly could be defined in more proper way. Uncertainty was beyond. Now when she performed all of her duty, executing the will of the Creators and new tasks did not arrive, she did not know what to do next and that could make her think of herself as of useless. If only not that hardness and steel which defined her character and her body and which were inside her, she possibly would have experience of despair tiring her apart from the inside. It is hard to imagine what one could feel having so much of strength and power but not having aim to use them for.
And the strangest of all of that was the fact she did not feel that her mission was over. Like there was still something left unfinished. And that was also like she still was not able to recognize all of her destination. Few words from someone who was so much important to her, a phrase she heard sometime which now was hidden under curtain of her systematical memory. Few words said before she stepped on the surface of this planet. And she knew she could remember all what ever happened to her in time of all her life, but still she could not clearly remember this few words. Phrase was dark and vague and rested on the very bottom level of her consciousness.
And every single day more spend in state of uncertainty moved her for one more step toward the decision which could rewrite the rules of their existence and change their life on this planet forever. Coming back to her room she more and more was thinking on the purpose and the essence of the only file in data without direct access. Why to store something you cannot use? What you will need a book you cannot read for? What is the sense of knowledge hidden? And how to recognize the meaning of something which name is untold?
The more she asked herself questions without answers the closer she went to the only solution possible. And fewer doubts were left. And once unlocking all the seals of electronic protocol by the key of absolute access which was gifted to her by the Creators she opened the most forbidden of all forbidden files. And by this she revealed what was hidden from her for all of her life. Last details of puzzle fit in the picture, finding their proper places, and so much of what was unknown in its full value became almost clear and almost evident.
And also now there was one evident solution for her and for the Society which was able to grant them continuation of the Mission and which was able to give them opportunity not to betray their Destination.
To do what she supposed to do it was needed to change many things in circle of casual happenings here. They will need to gain new sources and redirect some sources they have for new purposes. But to state the true that was not the biggest problem in conditions when Society stop creating new items, but only controlled the current of events and processes formed, only rarely making little changes to make the circle of life on the planet even more rounded.
Now, for sure, they would need more of rooms and capacity. And also it looks like they will need to sacrifice one of their regeneration devices from green room for new purpose. But that would not have negative impact for the group's existence. Initial volume of construction works will not be even quarter of what they did before while creating system of control stations. When heading for another aim do you need to act differently? May be that can be buildings towering from the ground level, but not hidden under surface of landscape. And in time, possibly, their height will grow more and more up to the sky. For an instance thought of some ancient tower which was not able to stand its own might and greatness, and which crashed down to the earth, flashed in her mind and when disappearing, thought left some dislike for towers of all kinds. Maybe, except lighthouse towers which ancients built to navigate their ships. So she forgot about any modernistic ideas and threw them out of the field of possibilities regarded and decided that there's no need to change a lot. New construction will take the Shelter as its model. And in general it will be almost a replica for it. And also she considered that new underground buildings will be better placed on the border of lifeless desert to thin strip of prairie which rapidly turned into flourishing woods. And there is no need to achieve big scales in frameworks of this construction. The balance of techmass to biomass should stay in range of required proportions, in which huge advantage is always granted to the latter component.
When in the beginning of their way they looked on this planet, they saw surfaces of continents represented by endless orange space in which only rare green islands of life could be seen. Slowly green strings grew into branches from one pulsating green spot to another connecting them and then turning to green lines growing wider and wider, finally merging to one green massive zone stretching from ocean to ocean. And now when the world was so much different from what it was in the beginning there were only rare orange islands seen on the surface of living planet and they drowned in rich green of woods, jungles, gardens.
Existence of little part of dry land which now was covered by the desert could be explained by that simple obstacle that so it was stated in directives issued by the Society's Council in which it was told that some part of area like this should be present in range of norm prescribed for this kind of landscape. And so, kind of life which was less noticeable in view, but which inhabited spots of sand dunes on the map, was enriching biodiversity of the planet. She considered that exactly there, in one of the places where Society preserved desert kind of landscape, new constructions should be made. Such placing should help to avoid additional dangers which probability was low, but still existed. She wanted to be sure in what she was doing as much as it was possible.
And all what will be left will be to add one final element to complete the puzzle. And that element, she knew, was part of her. And all she needed to do was to extract it under her skin and to use it in skillful way.
Reaching for the truth covered under shield of forbidden file, she did not look for possibility of asking Council of Twelve for the right to do so. It was her matter to decide. Others of their assembly had no right to access this peculiar part of informational array. And so it was hardly possible that at least one of them would vote pro for granting the access. But who could stop her from revealing the only mystery hidden in their library? Actually no one, walking the soil of this planet, ever tried to stop her from doing anything. Could they? Her special role in actions of the Society was in keeping spirit and essential meaning of the mission, and by this providing the ground for everyday activity as they all headed toward performing Their Destination. And so rules and prescriptions of second level were not the law for her.
But what she now was going to do was impossible to be left out of Council's jurisdiction. Too much should be done and too much should be changed. All she could do now was to give them her reasons trying to persuade them to do as she thought it was the only way to do, no matter that without revealing all of the truth from the sacred data file that seemed to be difficult task.
They gathered at the little flat site limited by the edge of precipice on one side and which was alike to a theater balcony as it overlooked spectacular and breathtaking view of loud waters falling down to the river behind the precipice.
As she updated them with some of her views on the matter and with many things which were no more than formal information items, she continued insisting that they, the Twelve would let her plan into action.
'I suppose that this decision is the only thing that will let us have the sense of our being.' And Council was already put into some soft confusion by her proposition before and now, as she tried to give them reason heavy enough to have their approval, they were floating to the depth of their analysis.
'Is it so much necessary?' One of the owners of blue fitting costumes tried to put it onto discussion. 'We evidently don't have direct recommendations to act in this way'.
Now he was telling her the plain true. She knew it herself. There were no any recommendations, but there was the mission and the mission was the only highest paradigm for all of their doings.
They voted and for the first time during their assemblies there were no complete approval. Votes were divided. And they were divided six to six. No positive decision and no negative one was taken. And that meant that the Council is indeed in confusion. Pause arrived and it could be absolute silence if not thundering waters falling down from the rock across the canyon. And now all she could do was to repeat the same reasons again she told them before, but maybe in a little altered form. And then, of course, she supposed to hear the same objections in general. And then procedure was repeated. And its result was repeated too. Same equal shares displayed.
She separated herself from the group of gathered here making few steps aside toward the precipice and then standing on the edge of it her figure seen from backside was outlined by wide celestial blue color of waterfall on background. Her hands were crossed on her back and now she did not see the faces of others belonging to the assembly.
'It's all about the Psi-level.' She said in a low voice. That was time to give a reason which will be hard to be turned down. That was also important not to give all of the sacred truth from the forbidden file. That was supposed to be known by her only in emergency case. Other units of the Council were not supposed to know all of it and it was not her will. So that was the difficulty faced by her.
'In situation like this, when irrational factor influence to our actions is low compared to this of rational component of our decision-making, we should change the situation radically. There is no way other. I spend a long time considering all the possible solutions and all I got now is this way out only. My outcome of analysis is that all other ways will fail. And what I revealed from the file leaves me no doubt about it.'
And then she explained more things about her new knowledge, but still not giving them report in detail. And so about many particular things and about some important features of the sacred knowledge hidden in between data clusters of their common information store they had only very vague image. And now there was so much depending in what way the Council will react when so vaguely updated. Will they display their loyalty and trust or will they find the other ways?
And so they voted again for the third time in row. And voices divided in different shares. Now it was eight to four. And decision was made. And it was positive.
Couple of days ago she would go down to white underground of New Shelter and walking through similar and so recognizable corridors she would visit one of the rooms which purpose was changed and instead of piles of equipment lined across all of the length of the pattern-free white walls there was nothing but wide blue column in center made of semitransparent plastic which crossed the scarcely lighted space of the room vertically. She would stop and would freeze for few instants looking at the blue rounded surface. And then that few words which were hard to remember and which were not able to be underestimated as she felt it clearly and which were just far echo sounding somewhere in depth of memory would come to her. She would slowly and softly press her palm to the semitransparent capsule and would say. 'Your name is Eve. Go and carry the life.'