Chapter 220: (The War) (2/2)
The seers have all foreseen that the Terrans are the answer of the unknowable universe to a question.
But what was the question?
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
so then, get this, they flew on a liquid fueled rocket into space not even knowing if they could get back down!
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AKLTAK GESTALT
No! Really?
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TRENA'AD HIVE WORLDS
No kidding, kid. Get this, they used to fly wing planes made of wood and cloth and shoot at each other or drop bombs.
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AKLTAK GESTALT
No! Cloth and wood! Were they at least using graviton or anti-grav?
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RIGELLIAN COMPACT
Nope. Propellors and internal combustion engines! Can you believe it!
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AKLTAK GESTALT
That makes my pinfeathers quiver.
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TNVARU GESTALT
No! Internal combustion? Like, liquid fossil fuel explosions?
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DIGITAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
Oh, it's more than that. they would REFINE it. Make it more explosive.
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
Oh, wait till you hear how they first broke the sound barrier less than a century after their first powered flight.
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AKLTAK GESTALT
Wait, between their first powered flight and breaking the sound barrier was less than a hundred years?
You have to be
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SEER WARNING
WARE! WARE AND STRIFE! WARE!
THE DEVOURS LIE HIDDEN BUT ASLEEP NO MORE
WAR! WARE AND STRIFE! WARE!
SEER WARNING
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kidding
What was that?
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BIOLOGICAL ARTIFICIAL SENTIENCE SYSTEMS
Get CONFEDMIL in here! Someone find TERRASOL.
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TELKAN FORGE WORLDS
I know where he is. I'll go get him.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS> Sis, sis.
MANTID FREE WORLDS> What?
TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS> A seer alert? Now?
MANTID FREE WORLDS> We might be getting an answer to that question soon.
TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS> Why does that answer keep getting new questions? Can't we just eat ice cream, smoke a few, and watch a movie or something.
MANTID FREE WORLDS> Because the universe hates us. You know that.
TNVARU GESTALT> What are we whispering about?
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Pu'ulmo'o backed up against the wall, shuddering and making noises of distress. In front of him was the Night Terran, dressed in his black formal attire. He was menacing Pu'ulmo'o with a a fanged arachnid that was suspended from the Night Terran's hand by a shining cord of web.
The Night Terran leaned forward, his eyes widening, suddenly turning into curved lines on a disc that were slowly spinning. It drew his will down, sucked him in. His jaw dropped open, his tendrils going slack, and he slowly started to sway back and forth.
Pu'ulmo'o blinked to see the Night Terran standing by the open window to his study.
”Hocuscadabra,” the Night Terran intoned. The Night Terran seemed to explode, turning into a cloud of winged mammals that streamed out the window and into the foggy night.
Pu'ulmo'o shook his head, banishing the fog that had clouded his thoughts for a moment. He trotted over to his deskcomp, tapping at it. He entered his credentials and the computer booted up.
Combing through the data he began selecting files to send to a colleague.
File by file he copied the data from the deep space research program over to the GalMail.
Deep in the bowels of forgotten tunnels Do'orkness hurried over to the typewriter and began to type.
In a castle in Transylvania words started to appear.
LOCATION OF RESOURCE STORAGE CONFIRMED
COORDINATES TO FOLLOW