_20210301 -Away Mission- Anunnaki, Anki 00
The ancient humans with all the time standing against nature stood against each other.
100 years a weekend trip for immortal aliens, they came and ate us, and gave one their improvement shots, and the one started speaking words, and became the catalyst of human evolution, the guests stayed and built pyramids and their bacteria improved the ecosystem by adding complex acids new to this planet, and one day humans evolved to be the standard beings, eventually defining morals and refining ideas and learning science, but we had never the ability to contribute to the sailors of the stars, one day to join them, perhaps the Promethean kings were given fire too soon, for this a fiction can’t know, and yet, still questions the words those ancients would give us, or what words we could make of them, their behaviors one moment thiers one moment ours, our movement one moment ours one moment theirs, and from this planet had they come and gone, and from this planet will we come and go, and get closer to the answer before questioning another world.
Today, a shuttlecraft lands in view of a mountain in the grass of spring pushing cool and slow air of morning with trees about the length fallen standing apart, and from the start of its large door lowering four men clearly as soldiers in plastic wearing rifles of polymers exit, scanning the area aiming for surprise and intent and as propulsion machinery vents steam after refueling with the native atmosphere a woman in a sky-color dress of many layers that much was clear carries a type of cello as she begins to play the bow and strings give sound into vibrations as her protectors diverge from stations dynamic into the brushing bush with beeps of weapons scanning quickly faint,
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Goes the cello in a mellow dirge of maudlin refrain in contempt and disdain of the local humanoids approaching, their faces each with one stripe for the day in different directions for their skills, like insignia draped across their face, and by the time they noticed the soldiers with rifles their aims have all taken place of scanning, one of the tribals builds with each heartbeat panic and fear and impatience, wavering in place as very low cello music with binaural effect peaceful and mourning what comes next, without the first contact of curious people deep into the past of all planets, having not attacked nor earned a futuristic repelling, their closest urges their youngest calm and the song goes soft with her music, one tribal flees and a soldier shoots the tree, the fleeing stops, the soldier points to his feet and shoots the ground and they feel the shock and for the shortest moment the cello stops, when the song lulls and hunger pulls she decides to feed them, and in time of that day they begin their first words and by the morning a simple language emerges, and she with them learns a dialect of her many centuries, bleak as the song her efforts prove innovations of construction of the light, other shuttles land and the tribals become servants, except for the first group who could speak, quick to learn the ways, and without advice of the cellist looked at their past never the same again, in 100 years the cellist left in a different dress and the same face as if the same day and her song filled the society beginning, but took with her the future and leaves them in the past, their laws new, their divide now old, and those that could describe the tranquility of philosophy had to learn all the ways their own, and for all they couldn’t tell the simple brothers would seem like echoes of science like magic and they looked down on the new nature in their ancient home, and for this arose the ancient war that never seems to go with all the chaos and confusion of the guests with names unknown, whose temples of innovation were a glimpse of what’s to come.
The ancient humans with all the time standing against nature stood against each other.