"It all began a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away ... "
Neurologically advanced connectors and processors instantaneously receive information for ultra high speed processing. With a heightened self-awareness and the information flows from others, all anticipated voluntary actions can be evaluated in terms of harm done to self or to surroundings now and into the future. Informed consent is always necessary via mental connections to others before actions are taken thought to harm them. This is truly a society governed to provide equal access to power for all.
TA, a translational algorithm, constantly updates its coding to add any new community’s signaling as it appears in the system. ITS, an intergalactic travel system, coordinates traveler’s demands and uses robotic machinery to build and deliver expansionary transportation equipment. With a multi-galactic cooperatively coordinated living space, all the resources are constantly being empowered to simultaneously create the best for one and all.
Thanks to the few free individuals of the otherwise incarcerated, enslaved or marginalized groups who met in that galaxy long ago. The joyous ritualistic first light gatherings to launch pods transporting society’s original essence had succeeded. Evolution from the primitive state had been restarted on an unpodinated circulating multiversal body. Hopefulness abounds. Togetherness obtains. Creative, adaptive evolution for the betterment of all continues.
Though her screams were muted gurgles, her blond hair fading to the dark color of her favorite drink, Harry remembered her as she once was, when they'd dance together in the rain, her kiss its own wet embrace. He remembered her voice, how it'd sing. Her hands, how they'd tremble as she poured her third glass of Merlot. His own hands, in their later days, when he'd smash the emptied bottles. His voice, it's threatening roar. The broken bottle, its threatening edge. Her eyes, her watering eyes. Harry reaches for her now, calls her name, but all he hears is the wet slop of his skin against his blood. The light fades and he can't see her.
In the distance a door creaks opens, a voice that once sang calls his name, and Harry knows it's too late, he's already too far away.
It all began a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away and many light years ago. Sarah remembers nothing and thinks that her astuteness as an eight year old is exceptional. What she doesn’t know is that her soul is older than any of the others. They are mere babes compared to her. And there is one more very important factor of which Sarah is completely clueless. The experiment of which she is a participant is not the only one. She is sitting behind a one-way mirror, leisurely watching dullards trying to figure out the obvious. But many others are doing the same thing to her. Gronk laughs at how egotistical she is. “Sarah is doing it again! She always thinks she’s a genius. But she’s so dull that her knife can’t cut through oxmygnoblox!” he laughs.
The room shakes as twenty-seven Malagorians each fall from their eight stilts in unison into the vapor-like lake they call home. In their world, even the creatures that look equivalent to our deep-sea monsters are much smarter than any earthlings.
This planet is the hatchery of the universe. While humans are high on the evolutionary scale for earth, they aren’t even in kindergarten compared to most of creation. And the Malagorians are upset by this failure because, after all, they created them. Granted it was an early design and there was obviously much room left for improvement. But now the Malagorians can just look on with regret.
“It’s a lot harder to remodel than to start over,” pipes in Grixmeel. Being the chief engineer he has his hands (well actually they’re called mirkengles) full. But he’s determined to grow Sarah into something he can be proud of. The others just laugh. “You wait,” he screams between the others’ giggles, “you’ll see.”
Join us in June while we focus on some fatherly feelings for the 300 Words challenge (due June 16th by emailing email@example.com), beginning with the sentence:
"As soon as I heard the news, my first thought was of my dad ... "