In a world dying of its own toxic culture, for every villain there is a hero. Today’s world of rubbish is no different. The mutants are running amuck in a world that goes unchecked by right principals. Namely that the mutants take all they want and leave the people to fend for themselves in an already barren world. Once the creative people left earth there was nothing to stop the oil hungry drug zars from profiting from every last drop of water.
The only link earth has to the outside world is a single radio telescope that transmits and sends data across the galaxy to other worlds when they feel like talking with us.
Most of the time they don’t communicate and we never have incoming signals that reach us. If it wasn’t for the fact that the radio telescope is in the middle of the desert it wouldn’t still be here.
Who Are You?
My name is Bree, and in this world I’m a mutant a product of the genetic engineering that took place in the late twenty-first century. They said they were working to cure a disease. Little did we know that they created a worse one. I have lived in this radio telescope tower for nine years. I send messages to every known world outside earth in the hopes that I can reach someone that will listen.
My special ability. I can tune into other worlds with my mind. I have been searching the galaxy for a suitable host that I can take my conscious being into and leave this world for a while. It’s been a long search and I just haven’t found someone that has the right qualities yet. It has to be a good match, in a galaxy of hundreds of thousands of worlds. Finding someone that would exist with two people in one body seems difficult to find.
Matches in Honey
My search started by searching the men in other worlds, but they all seem too hard headed to listen. I have since started looking for women that have special skills at intuition. Since then I have sent thousands of messages into outer space. Never has one been answered. either other worlds don’t know the frequency or maybe they just aren’t ready to listen yet.
It’s been my goal and I have mapped out the entire galaxy in what I can only describe as being less random and more complex than I could imagine. What I need a being that will give me a new life. It also has to be a civilization that will be strong enough to thrive with me present.
When I get tired, my head pounds like this. I turn the light in the observatory off and lay down, it’s after two am. It could be practically any time in other worlds or other parts of the galaxy. We think we are special in our time zone and that the whole galaxy works on our time. We couldn’t be further from the truth. The center of the galaxy is what controls time. We’re so far in the backwaters of uncharted space that few think of us here, in this distant world.
I close my eyes and fall asleep. I’m not sure how long I am out for but it wasn’t me that found her, no she was searching for someone in the galaxy too. She found me, in my dream no less.
A young thing that looks no more than twenty-five, pale skin, and green eyes that seem to see in the dark. “Bree, I Have been watching you, I know what you want. Do you want to be given a new start in a different world?”
I look into her green eyes and see something wonderful, but also something perhaps awful. Like a secret that I couldn’t begin to imagine. “Who are you?” I ask in my dream as if I was talking with her in real life.
“My name is nothing your planet would understand, you can call me the wife of Ginsberg, that comes from the people of Stryland of the people who are immortal. I have an offer to make you, better than your current situation, and perhaps a bit more permanent. But also with more need for compassion and love in a world just as cruel, barbaric, and ruthless.”
“Somehow my present situation seems overwhelming and I consider her offer, she senses my hesitation but I speak up right quick, “what would make your situation better than my current situation?”
“Two things young Bree that would make your life better, One you can be born in this world and have a new life, the second is that you would be an immortal in any world within this galaxy and that you would be able to when old enough to make your current home world better.”
“Is there a downside to this whole thing?” I ask her almost afraid to know the answer, and maybe a bit in terror of knowing what it’s going to cost me as a person.
“Yes, there is. You will eventually come to your wits end after having seen civilizations rise and fall, and having seen those you love live and die in thousands of worlds in time and space. You will however do what i am doing now, and pass to new realms and higher powers and be no more of this universe to become something else entirely.”
“Sounds pretty scary, but maybe worth the risk, How long until I can begin?” I ask her with a humble tone in my voice. “I will move your life force here to my world now, you will be born a new. With more than you can even imagine as a being now.”
Then like a flash of light, like a long tunnel through the very fabric of time and space. My spirit moved through the galaxy to a new world, and I heard my mothers kind voice again telling me everything would be okay. She says not to fear the journey.
Her voice meant everything, and she said, “And we will name you Karina for your valor.”
A long time later….