IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION

JOURNEY TO THE LIGHT
By; Speaker Gerald Polley

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Chapter 20

    Things settled down.  Some people on Earth were still demanding that missiles be fired and the attacking space ship be destroyed.  "They can't really believe that!" Carol sighed one day. 
    "Too many science fiction movies," her new friend answered.  "Do you really think the steam discharges have stopped?"
    "I think so," Carol explained.  "Exactly why, I'm not sure.  But the pressure seems to have disappeared.  That this thing is holding its atmosphere is just so damned strange!  But I think it's a natural phenomena.  I wish we could get there faster."
     "As I told the children," Tin answered, "we could go faster but we wouldn't be able to spin the living compartments and produce gravity.  It's just much more comfortable for everyone if we take our time. Mars isn't gonna go anywhere."
    "Are your people always so patient?" Carol asked. 
    "We've had a long time to get that way," her friend answered.  "We don't think we're quite as old as The Old Ones, but still we've been around a while.  That we're able to copy personalities and make physical forms for them to dwell in has kept us going.  Some of the personalities on the mother ship can't even remember when they came into existence!  They were the originals.  But their personalities have been split so many times there's just no memory of the beginning."
   "Artificial souls," Carol sighed, "such a strange thought.  Even The Ancient Ones can't do that!"
    "But They did," Tin argued, "during the troubled time some of their splinters became totally functional beings."
   "Not all of them!" Carol answered, "Just a hand full of the most important ones.  The visiting God gave them the power to become mortal, really, immortal."
   "No one believed your race would survive," Tin commented.  "You know, if you're done your readings you promised to take the children to Silvers.  They're going to be very disappointed if you do not.  There's nothing new.  The thing is right on course.  It will go into orbit without disturbing Mars' existing moons." 
    "The gravitational shear is going to be incredible!" Carol snapped.  "It should make Mars' rotation about 23 hours, just about an hour short of an Earth day.  No telling what else it's gonna do!"
    "Well, for one thing," Tin remarked, "if whatever's creating that magnetic field ceases to operate, it's going to give Mars a considerable amount of atmosphere."
    Carol shrugged.  "You're sure your people don't know anything about this?" she asked as they headed back to pick up the children.
    "Absolutely nothing!" her friend answered, "We've searched every record we have. No mention of anything like this at all.  Oh, my son is absolutely delighted by the way, with the attention from the other children.  But he still can't convince them he's not a cyborg, that he's just an ordinary little boy."
    "An adorable boy too!" Carol put in. "He's a charmer!  You've had no idea that was gonna happen?"
    "Absolutely none!" Tin assured. "What I had been given was supposed to function only for pleasure, not for the producing of offspring.  His mother and I were quite surprised, but it was a joyous surprise.  She was so glad she had a little time with him.  I still wish she had let us copy her personality.  It was such a treasure to lose."
    "Some of us just like one of us being around!" Carol answered. 
    Tin returned her smile. They got the children and got to the restaurant.  "I can't believe," Carol remarked again, "that this fish is fresh, that we produce it, the burgers at McDonald's, real beef!"
    "As long as we can produce light," Tin commented, "we can produce just about everything we need.  It's all planned to make this vessel an ark.  Why do they call them an ark?"
    Carol laughed. "Something from our mythology," she explained.  "When The Great Holocaust destroyed The Ancient Ones some of their offspring survived in a storage unit in suspension along with some of their cattle.  When things quieted down they came out and established a city.  Because the storage unit resembled a ship of that time, the legend grew that that is how they had survived the flood.  The ship was called an ark. So now, whenever a ship is built to carry a group of people that is totally self sustaining, it's called an ark."
    "Hmm!" Tin muttered, "I've gotta read that story!"
    The children all looked at each other mischievously.  "Mr. Tin," Carol's youngest asked, "will you sing about the cowboy?"
    "Oh no, dear!" Tin objected, "Not here!  We don't want to terrify these poor people!"
    Everyone around laughed. "Oh, no!" a woman cried, "We'd love it!"
    Tin shrugged.  "Let's see," he remarked, checking several of his pockets. "Ah!  Here it is!" He pulled out a little device.  "Gotta have some music!" he remarked, setting the device on the table.
    "What do you require, sir?" a mechanical voice piped.
    "Well, I suppose," Tin answered, "I've got to do "Devlin Stage" or I won't be forgiven."
    The music began to play and he began to sing.
   "Well, the Devlin stage is rollin all over the plains, you can hear the shotgun rider a mile away!   Oh, ride away young Apache brave!  William Walker is a ridin' on the Devin stage!
    Now, William Walker they say is a thunderbolt!  Against his deadly shotgun there is no hope!  Oh, ride away young Apache brave, or this is gonna be your buryin' day!
    Now, many the man that's faced his blazing guns!  Many the man that's died in the western sun.  He did not want to live this way, but death is ridin' there on the Devlin stage!  He did not want to live this way, but death is ridin' there on the Devlin stage!"
   The children began to laugh with glee and applaud.  "Another?" they all  asked.  Tin nodded and remarked,
    "William Bonney"  The music started and he began to sing.
    "Wiliam Bonney was a killer, William Bonney was a thief.  He roamed through Lincoln County long ago.  With a pistol in his hand he killed 21 good men, one for every year that he lived.
    Then Pat Garrett gunned him down, yes he put him in the ground!  He ended the legend of the Kid.  He came burstin' through that door with a blazin' 44 and William Bonney was no more.
    Well the legends they are told of the men so dark and cold, who lived and died by the gun.  William Bonney was the worst, 'til he was laid down in the Earth.  That's how the legends they do grow.
     William Bonney was a killer, William Bonney was a thief, he thought he was the best of all!  Then Pat Garrett gunned him down, yes he put him in the ground and ended the legend of The Kid.
    Every evil man does know that when his legend grows someone will put it to an end.  Pat Garrett was the man against young Bonney he did stand and ended the legend of The Kid. And ended the legend of The Kid."
    One of the little girls shivered.  "I can't understand," she remarked "how men can be like that, how people can be like that, that they can kill one another."
    "Well, with Bonney," Tin explained, "it was greed and hate.  With Garrett it was a need to protect and serve.  Sometimes life has to be ended.  It's going the wrong way, doing the wrong things, creating more harm than good.  There has to be those that can end it, not in hate, not in anger, but simply because it must be ended.  Those are very special people. We could not live without them.  All would perish if there were not those that would protect the innocent. But we're supposed to be having a happy meal and not getting into profound philosophy.  Let's switch to  something more pleasant.   Let me see...  How about..."
    He began to sing the hymn "Rock By Rock, Stone By Stone," and the children joined right in. When he got done his son asked  "Father, what are the rocks and stones?"
    "The rocks," Tin answered, "are boys, the stones are girls."
    "Oh!" his son answered. "Now I understand!"
    Tin smiled.  Something on him beeped and he searched for a pocket, found a communicator and took it out. "I'm off duty!" he snapped. 
    "Sorry sir!  Incoming message for the lady.  Her communicator won't activate."
    Carol took out her communicator. "Damn!" she snapped, "Dead again!  I'm going to have to replace this thing.  Well, now it's on!"
    "It's gotta be the power cell!" Tin remarked.
    Carol looked at the message and a broad smile came on her face. 
    "I take it something good!" Tin teased.
    "Yes!" Carol answered.  "It's from Dr. Pasteur. It just says 'I thought you should know. Success!'"
    "Excellent!" Tin cried, "Excellent!  Well, now that everybody has finished their meal we'd better get them back!"
    As they made their way through the corridors Carol praised her companion. "You're so good with children!  I'm so glad you have a child."
    "It's scary!" Tin answered. "We're born fully functional, fully aware.  To have to train and perfect a consciousness, it's frightening.  Fortunately I have plenty of help and we seem to be doing very well."
    Carol smiled.  "I think there's another consciousness that's developing too!" she praised.  "And when are you going to take that little nurse on a date?"
     Tin looked at her in absolute horror then sighed.  "I'm not going to be able to avoid it, am I?  She is going to be absolutely persistent isn't she?"
    "She's hooked! There's not a god damn thing you can do about it. You can put off the inevitable.  But there's no way of stopping it.  Trying to distract her is absolutely useless!"
    Tin sighed again.  "I will arrange some pleasant outing!" he managed.  "Perhaps female companionship would help in the development of my son."
    "Certainly will!" Carol assured.  They reached her quarters.  It wouldn't be long before the parents would be showing up. 
     Tin spoke to his son. "We might as well go on now," he suggested, "no sense in me coming back for you in half an hour."
    The look on his son's face told everyone he wanted him to come back in half an hour.  Tin's communicator beeped again.  "I'm off duty!" he snapped, taking it out.
    "Code 20!" the voice answered. 
    "Code 20?"  Tin muttered.  Then he said it very loudly.  "Code 20?  I'm on my way!  Pick you up later son!"  In an instant he was racing down the hall. 
    "Code 20?" Carol muttered, trying to remember the lists of codes she'd read through. "Code 20. Ship approaching. Ship approaching!  Come on children!" she snapped, "Everybody inside." 
    She waited for the signal to seal all compartments but it didn't come.  About 45 minutes later Tin returned.  
    "A small ship has overtaken us," he remarked, "hired by a very rich individual.  They wish to speak with you."
    "With me?" Carol managed.  "Why would they have gone to all that trouble?"
    Tin had no answer.  Totally bewildered Carol took up pursuit as he led her through the corridors and they descended into the zero gravity section. 

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