6 Billion A.D.
Synopsis: Rigel, by chance immortal, witnesses the collapse of the universe over 10,000 years.
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Contents
Chapter 1: (...)
Tentative Synopsis: Rigel, a botanist, embarks as a passenger on a ship headed to a galactic conference only to find out that he has an incurable disease, and six months left to live.
1.1
The evening sky illuminated the landscape and dazzled the entrance to the cave. The seven suns burned in the solid mauve sky as they walked, as if on eggshells to the cave's mouth. The two looked down at the life form that had pulled them so far across the stars. What a marvel. “Once in a hundred years!”
“Do you want me to extract Rigel?” Gine asked. “What’s so special about those little (lichens) anyway?”
“Everything. There’s a pattern here, extremely rare. And no we’re not going to extract, just observe.”
“For how long?” Gine asked. “I honestly don’t know, however long it blooms. A botanist must be patient.”
“If you say so. What a way to spend your birthday.” Gine grinned.
How the years pass. I was young then. A ripe 64. This was the beginning, before things started to slow down. I’m surprised I remember. Has it really been 10,000 years?
[paragraphs need reworking to fit story] Jaia!" a male voice said as incessant pounding grew louder. "Please, I will beg you if I have to - you have to help us, we have to rebuild. Please!" Silence.
"I don't know what we're going to do, I just don't know, she's the only one left," the man said muttering on and on to himself as he grew weary and plunked himself down on the doorstep. He sat motionless staring into the distance hoping it was all a big nightmare, one he would awaken from any minute.
"And what if I don't," a female voice finally said after what felt to him like eternity.
"You know the answer to that, Jaia," he said.
"No, I really don't," Jaia said, her voice audibly distressed. "You always said everything and everything we were doing would be here. That it all was for the greater good. Look around you, Zayen. Does this look good to you?"
"There was no other option!" Zayen said. "Did you want to sit there and just watch it all be destroyed? I wouldn't change it Jaia, I hate to say it, but I wouldn't." "Just go away," Jaia said.
"I would but being that you're the only person still alive that can help me, I can't really leave without you can I? And trust me, begging you kills my soul almost as much as they did."
1.2
The...
1.3
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The galaxy was in crisis. A conference was called (concerning) all 1000 members of the League. The top minds of the quadrant were to convene on the planet (...).
...
This more than anything, was the impetus of my tale, for if not for a chance ...
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I received a transmission from my father. He was a stern man, never minced words. (better description). He was a general in the League. The League was just forming then, and they needed someone like him to work almost all the time. I hadn't seen him in years. “Happy birthday son. “ his angular, horse face blowing hot air into my eyes. (Add random dialogue). “I will be passing through your sector, and was hoping I could (scoop) you up, so that we might spend some time together.” What...brings you through the (backwoods)?” I asked. “A matter of the utmost importance, and urgency, but I would also like to see my son. It’s been too long.”
1.4
The cruiser (...) was passing through the (...) nebula on its way to...
I arrived at the lift. The ship was massive, (...) class. Its black (shell) sparkled, bright and dark, translucent and opaque, sinister and beautiful.
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1.5
The scientists were perplexed. "How did we not see this coming?" replied a (young) ... We should have known about this decades ago," interjected an older (description). A ... man at the end of the table stood up. "It seems, surprisingly, that the speed of light has slowed down. This could have well started thousands of years ago" "That's preposterous! The speed of light is a constant." "Or so we thought," replied the (description) man (at the end of the table).
The general looked over the room, "I am not after theories, what are we to do about it?" "We're not sure, we project hundreds, if not thousands of galaxies have already been consumed. And it seems to be speeding up. I interjected, without thinking, "how long do we have?"
"And you are?" the ... scientist queried. "That's my son," the general replied. "He's a scientist of sorts." "But why is he here?" The general raised his voice, he's here because I want him here!, and that's that" "If you insist," the ... scientist replied.
The meeting went on for hours. I hardly grasped any of it. But it became clear that the first effects of the (rift) would be here in decades, if not years. A hundred, a thousand years, before things became completely inhospitable; no one really knew. Would the world really be destroyed? Was it an elaborate hoax? In all honesty, at the time, I didn't care much, when it really came down to it. I would be long dead before it happened.
1.6
The ...
1.7
... At the request of my father I went to get a long overdo physical exam. The room was crowded with (instruments). It resembled (...). “Pardon the mess. We are in the process of (revamping) this facility.” The doctor was an older man, with dark orange skin. Spots cluttered his large, round face. He was a Belerion I believe. “I am...” The doctor interrupted, “you must be Rigel. General Vango talks about you all the time. He’s informed me to give you every test there is. The doctor paused for a second. “Where are my manners, I’m Doctor Condel, or Co-del’-ondel-o’ris if you have the patience.”
It was strange to hear that my father talked about me. I always thought of myself as a chore to him. An inconvenience that needed to be met every couple of years. But I knew he loved me, even if In his own way. And I did love him, in my own way. That is why I agreed to this ridiculous physical, to make him happy. That is why I agreed to take a ride on this ship, to leave home. “Dr. Condel, where do we begin?”
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... I had been diagnosed with a rare (genetic disease). I only had six months to live, at best...
Discussion
- Technologic development of the League? They have explored most of the galaxy but have yet to go beyond the rim. They can harvest energy from stars directly but have yet to construct a Dyson sphere, or at least the project has never been undertaken. The technology to destroy a star and create a black hole is there, but is illegal, due to its potential as a weapon. They have just recently begun to harvest dark matter for practical purposes. Much of the technical details can be ignored due to the story being told from the point of view of Rigel, who doesn't really understand what is going on.
- Tentative Synopsis, Chapter 2: Rigel, in search of a cure, ventures out of League territory to a far off planet following rumors of an illegal medical procedure.
| 6 Billion A.D.: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Leaving Love | Chapter 4 | Hero of the League | The Order Attacks | The League Fights Back | Messenger of Destruction | The Search | Collapse |
