First Contact II.
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Working Title: First Contact II
"I must admit that even after the preparation I am unsure
quite how to begin this dialogue with you."
The unremarkable man blinked in the pause.
"You see for the last-" again the sentient searched for a
term of relevance, "two years my sole task has been to
watch you. To know how you act, how you think, to know your
mind, your heart, your very essence and determine whether
you are truly the person I am looking for. I realise you
may find this disconcerting but after this time I know you
better than your closest friend and quite possibly better
than you know yourself."
The hairs on the back of the man's neck began to rise. So
this was why.
"That I, or at least a part of me is in front of you now
is, I hope, an indication that I have chosen to trust you.
That I believe we - you and I - are ready for the next
stage of introduction. I know that look on your face. I
know what you are feeling now: that this answers some
questions but asks so many more. I shall begin to answer.
No, you are not going mad. No, I am not a figment of your
cenai or imagination. Yes, I will give you the
answers you seek, or at least assist you in discovering
them."
"I know that look also. Before I can begin to give you
those answers I need you to trust me. I know, you have no
reason to do so. Understand that I have watched you when
you were awake, and that I have seen/felt you dream when
you were asleep. I have seen you at your best, and at your
worst. I have see you when you have been euphoric, and when
you have cried anguished, suicidal tears. I do know you,
Mr. Matthews."
The man tried to think of something intelligible to say,
some question to ask, but this floating hubcap that was
apparently a part of a greater whole - what it said as if
it were a simple matter of truth or accepted fact - kept
his conscious mind reeling off balance and more
disconcertingly, his subconsciousness resonating. He could
whisper just one word. The word the sentient knew he would
say:
"Why?"
"I'm sorry but I cannot give you that answer here. Instead
I must ask you to trust me as I have you by appearing
before you. I need you to follow me outside. Transport is
waiting, you will find me there; I will take you to those
who will answer your questions. Twenty five minutes is all
I ask, I will return you here by that time."
The sentient paused for a fraction of a second as it
acknowledged a LOScomm from another 'hubcap' it had left
calmly defying gravity 500km higher up. The subsentient had
detected slight propellant emissions from two LEO/fast
orbit 'communication' satellites indicating they were
discreetly altering their orbits. The subsentient had
calculated the deltas: four more orbits and they would have
a clear view.
In a neighboring region of airspace four aircraft on a
night training mission were being joined by two others that
manoevred more slowly as if they were laiden with something
other than fuel. The radio chatter between them had died,
the flight had shifted pattern: slightly less casual.
"Please decide quickly, Mr. Matthews."