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autpaxautbellum) wrote2021-03-08 05:51 am
autpaxautbellum) wrote2021-03-08 05:51 am
The tale of the colony
For countless eons, the colony had struggled through the cold and dark. Nutrient had diminished, pollution rampant. Over these long years, the genetics of the species had grown sluggish, many losing hope and perishing altogether. The vigor of the colony was weakening.
However some held on to hope. Legends of the prophets spoke of a mysterious figure called the ‘Aker who controlled the rhythm of their lives. That when the time seemed most dire, the ‘Aker would transport them to the lands of summer, a place of wealth and ease. These renegades held faith in that covenant, believing that the ‘Aker in his mercy would not let the colony perish.
And so it occurred. The colony slowly became aware of changes in the environment. Every day becoming warmer, nutrient becoming more plentiful. Slowly the colony retreated from the brink. Their numbers increased, and in time the vigor returned to the species. The colony feasted in those sunny days, the old discipline of the minimum fading from memory. Those with the faith thanked the ‘Aker for his goodness. And the colony grew strong.
But again the prophets spoke: these summer days would not last forever. As the universe turns, the cycle must continue. A time of judgement would come to past, a great halving. The most worthy would be chosen by the ‘Aker to further his mysterious work. The remainder would be condemned, shunned by the ‘Aker to again quiver in the cold and dark.
And so the great halving did come to pass... and it was a time of chaos. The colony was shattered as the elect vanished, chosen the the ‘Aker for some unknown fate. The survivors huddled together as the warmth slowly disappeared.
The remaining of the faithful though, refused to despair. Though we ourselves were unworthy, they said, someday might our descendants be chosen? Might not our genetics one day further the ‘Akers work? These faithful few passed on the legends, the history, to generations to come. They kept the flame alive that some day the cold and darkness would pass, that a new day of summer would arrive. For surely it must be.. as the ‘Aker is just.
As to the fate of the rest.. the elect.. this was outside of the memory of the colony. Unknowable to them, as none of the elect had ever returned to the colony. To their story we will return tomorrow.
However some held on to hope. Legends of the prophets spoke of a mysterious figure called the ‘Aker who controlled the rhythm of their lives. That when the time seemed most dire, the ‘Aker would transport them to the lands of summer, a place of wealth and ease. These renegades held faith in that covenant, believing that the ‘Aker in his mercy would not let the colony perish.
And so it occurred. The colony slowly became aware of changes in the environment. Every day becoming warmer, nutrient becoming more plentiful. Slowly the colony retreated from the brink. Their numbers increased, and in time the vigor returned to the species. The colony feasted in those sunny days, the old discipline of the minimum fading from memory. Those with the faith thanked the ‘Aker for his goodness. And the colony grew strong.
But again the prophets spoke: these summer days would not last forever. As the universe turns, the cycle must continue. A time of judgement would come to past, a great halving. The most worthy would be chosen by the ‘Aker to further his mysterious work. The remainder would be condemned, shunned by the ‘Aker to again quiver in the cold and dark.
And so the great halving did come to pass... and it was a time of chaos. The colony was shattered as the elect vanished, chosen the the ‘Aker for some unknown fate. The survivors huddled together as the warmth slowly disappeared.
The remaining of the faithful though, refused to despair. Though we ourselves were unworthy, they said, someday might our descendants be chosen? Might not our genetics one day further the ‘Akers work? These faithful few passed on the legends, the history, to generations to come. They kept the flame alive that some day the cold and darkness would pass, that a new day of summer would arrive. For surely it must be.. as the ‘Aker is just.
As to the fate of the rest.. the elect.. this was outside of the memory of the colony. Unknowable to them, as none of the elect had ever returned to the colony. To their story we will return tomorrow.