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This is a work of fiction. All persons, locations and actions are from the author's imagination or have been used in a fictitious manner.
Keeper
and the
PLANET
OF GOLD
Part
6
By
R. Peterson
Keeper
consulted the Centurion’s ever expanding ship log. It had been seven Earth
years, six months, fourteen days, twenty-one hours, nine minutes and fifteen
seconds since the rare species acquisition vessel had ventured into the outer
rings of the Viridian galaxy. If the ship’s captain thought it strange that he
now kept track of time the way his former First Officer Jeff Bland demanded
that it be kept, he didn’t show it. Some things like memories change an
individual or a group forever. The inter-dimensional particle-detonation,
planned by the Gorwat and meant to create a second Big Bang in this universe,
failed when Bland, Leika and Queen Delicia acted as travelers sending the ultimate bomb not just into a neighboring
dimension … but to one beyond.
Leika and Bland had
become more than crewmembers and Keeper missed them despite an inability to
show his emotions. He floated about the ship performing his captain’s duties
with the bottom part of his legs, just above the ankles, dissolving into
nothing. This peculiar behavior for an Andé
species was strictly against protocol and although Keeper was not being
insubordinate to his commanders … this was his ship and he just didn’t care.
The current non-biological mission commissioned by
Maltese 17 was to travel to the farthest edge of the universe and recover the
oldest bit of matter in existence … Diona just happened to be on the way.
“No
matter how many times I see it I’m amazed at just how tiny we are!” Teuth, a
land-adapted cephalopod and the ship’s navigator used his eight octopus-like
tentacles to make adjustments to the holographic display. Ceilings and walls on
the ship dissolved … and gave a spectacular display of the plant worlds they
were entering. A swarm of Carriers,
enormous bee-like robots made of super strong metallic alloys appeared and escorted
the ship as it moved through an interstellar garden of sights, sounds and exotic
stimulations.
Planet-sized
orchids sent out rhizomes that connected worlds and sometimes surrounded entire
stars … capturing the light and energy in the most functional and efficient manner.
Communicable thoughts were now entering Keeper and Teuth’s minds although the
captain had taken great pains to insure that the rest of the crew were
shielded.
“Welcome.” The message said. “We’ve been expecting you.”
Keeper often wondered if the thought communications
they received from the Viridians came from one plant or from them all; he
suspected the latter.
As on their previous
voyage years before, rhizomes invaded the ship’s outer surfaces and within
minutes all crew members were semi-floating in blissful sedation. The Viridians
were right in determining that animalia species were better delimited with euphoric and tranquilizing
fragrances. As the ship neared the center of a planet sized orchid, cities
appeared and the most magnificent civilization in the universe unfolded like a
flower. “Welcome to Diona!” the
thought transmission, received by all crew members despite his elaborate
precautions, was sincere.
-------2-------
Keeper and Teuth
wandered through an exotic garden that Keeper was sure had been prepared by the
Viridians especially for them. Three cascading waterfalls emptied into a deep
blue pond as still as glass except for tiny ripples made by the entering water.
Schools of Earth trout and Emloos from Leika’s world swam just
under the surface. An eternal revolving hologram depicted Jeff Bland, Leika and
Queen Delicia moving through the falling vapors as they carried the
particle-detonator through a neighboring universe and beyond. Keeper thought
the three dimensional image especially good. First Officer Bland had a wary
look on his face as if he expected Leika to suddenly strike him with one of her
exposed quills. Leika had been like a spoiled brat during her onboard service
but Keeper found himself missing her carefree insubordination and her sense of
unregulated adventure.
Even Teuth was surprised
to hear the former crewmembers’ voices. They sounded too real to be
manufactured and both he and Keeper thought they were actual communications
captured and recorded just moments before they disappeared forever.
“Back
off … I’ve got this!” Bland appeared to slap Leika’s hands away as she reached
for the light array.
“Are
you sure?” Leika’s quills were extending on the part of her face not covered by
flowers. “You almost missed the event horizon!”
“Almost
missed … means I didn’t!” Jeff laughed. “In about six, point, nine, eight
seconds we’re going to become part of a universe-sized singularity … the
smallest and the heaviest thing in three dimensions … can’t you at least give
me some credit for my flying abilities?”
“No!”
Leika said as she leaned in to kiss him. “I’ll never, even in death, be caught
feeding your outrageous and self-consuming vanity.”
“Look
who’s talking!”
“What’s
happening to our shuttle?”
“What
must all plants make in order to survive?”
Jeff was just beginning
to smile when the image broke part. A minute later it began again … from the
start.
“That must have been
just an instant before they became less
than matter.” Teuth hung his head and all eight tentacles drooped.
“Then there is no way
they could have lived through this?”
“Singularity occurs
when all compressed matter reaches the limits of infinity,” Teuth said. “The
mass is great enough to punch a hole through to another dimension creating a
Big Bang as matter re-enters through the same hole into this one. The fact that
the Viridians were able to help propel them not into just a neighboring
dimension but into one beyond is a testament to their God-like technology. No known
living organism, or matter itself, can survive the ultimate cataclysm!”
Keeper and Teuth
watched the hologram replay several times before they moved on to other parts
of the garden. Keeper was intrigued by the last question posed by Leika but he
was no horologist. Chlorophyll? … Oxygen? … Nothing seemed to fit. Several crewmembers were eating berries from a
special plant that made them forget unpleasant memories. Bland’s replacement
offered some in his hand. “No more pain,” he said.
Keeper shook his head.
“As long as can I remember … they live,” he said.
-------3-------
The Viridian galaxy was
one of the oldest in the cosmos and was already on the outer edges of the
universe. Still it took the crew of the Centurion, placed in cryogenic
hibernation, three-million, seven-hundred and sixteen thousand, four-hundred
and nineteen Earth years at reverse light speed to reach the place where the
ongoing expansion of space was occurring. After six months of waking and conditioning,
the crew members stood on the bridge and watched space being formed … from a
white nothing.
“I’m glad that’s over
with,” Teuth complained. “The water in my tank was beginning to smell funny.”
“Don’t forget the trip
back is just as long … even if we are going back in time,” Keeper told him.
“The oldest chunk of
matter in the universe should be close to where we’re at now,” Teuth said. “The
Dark Matter Telescope, orbiting Maltese 17, discovered it only three years after
the universe’s most costly bit of technology became operational.
“We can thank the
Planet of Gold for helping to fund these recent advances in science.”
“We should also thank
Queen Delicia’s last transmission giving the Federation a thousand year lease
on the planet’s mineral rights.” Teuth said. “Otherwise the Gorwat might still
be trying to capture their elusive prize.”
Keeper shook his head. The Gorwat had retreated
shortly after their failed attempt at creating a second Big Bang in this
universe. “How large is this package we’re supposed to deliver to our tormenters?”
“Somewhere between the
size of an average moon and that speck of dust floating in the air where your
foot should be,” Teuth said. “Dark Matter Telescopes can do amazing things, but
at this infinite distance … even the tiniest flaw in technology can create huge
deviations.”
“How will we know what
we’re looking for?”
“Dark matter replacement
of conventional matter is much like Carbon 14 dating on primitive planets,”
Teuth said as he moved his tentacles through a light array, “only about a
billion times more accurate. The oldest organic
matter in this universe … is speeding away from us just up ahead.”
“Organic? You mean this
object we’re looking for was once alive?”
“Everything alive will
become un-living or dead … so every non-living thing was once alive,” Teuth
reasoned. “But don’t tell my poor mother I said so.”
“I seldom swim that
deep,” Keeper assured him.
-------4-------
The oldest object in
the universe was much smaller than Teuth’s wild estimate. When the Centurion
pulled alongside, matching the target’s velocity at exactly light speed, three
six-by-two-meter long objects fused together with a common base were relatively
easy to capture and bring aboard. Keeper
and several of the onboard scientists marveled at the uniformity and the
smoothness of the dark surfaces. “Any idea as to the composition?” he asked
Teuth.
“The exterior is a dark
matter extraction, mostly made of the same minerals that make up Viridian,”
Teuth said. “This is not surprising since they are relatively in the same
location in space time. It appears to be stronger than any other substance
we’ve tried to dissect. We might be forced to return to Maltese 17 to get a
complete interior analysis.”
“How did something this
old get so smooth?” Keeper couldn’t stop running his fingers over the surface. His
fingers trembled. Something reminded him of the euphoric rhizome vapors they
encountered on the way to Diona.
“Who knows?” Teuth
said. “This was probably the first object to shoot out of the Big Bang
nineteen-billion plus years ago. That much time rocking and rolling in the
solar wind can smooth-out anything.”
-------
5 -------
As the Centurion made
preparations for recovery time travel
and the almost four million year sleepy-ride home Keeper kept visiting the
cargo bay and running his fingers over the three objects joined as one. He knew he was missing
something … but he didn’t know what. Leika’s last words echoed in the far
corners of his mind at least once an hour. “What
must all plants make in order to survive?”
The ride home was not
one continuous sleep for Keeper. He programmed the ship’s life support systems
to wake him every one-hundred thousand years so that he could do a quick
inspection of the ship before returning to hibernation. It was in the months
leading up to his seventh awakening that his thoughts once again turned to
Leika’s riddle. Jeff Bland and Leika appeared to him in a dream. “Let the old
man sleep,” Jeff laughed. Suddenly Keeper had the answer. When the sleeping
chamber opened he raced to the cargo bay. There was something in the air … a
mist of euphoria that he hadn’t felt since the garden on Diona.
Keeper wasn’t surprised
to see the three oldest joined objects in the universe
lying in shattered egg-shell fragments on the cargo bay-floor. Whatever was
locked inside … was no longer trapped. He noticed on a light array that three
extra humanoid hibernation chambers had been activated since his last awakening
and he smiled for the first time in literally millions of years. The Viridians
were conquering worlds when animalia were still swimming in the seas. Seeds were the answer to Leika’s riddle.
A super tough shell designed to protect precious life as it travels into
eternity … and sometimes beyond.
THE END ???
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