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Iblis followed, but the Orange Winds never engulfed him. How strange.
And there was the relay station. Though it had become so much more. In the time just before Humanity's creation,
it was the one of the last battlegrounds between majority and minority. And here would be Iblis' initiation through
blood. Maimo was to make certain that the newcomer was ready for his task. Humanity could hold many rewards, many
pleasures.
Maimo certainly hated Humanity just as much as the other Watchers. There were only two left in the physical realm
when Humanity was born, the Maimos; father and son. But now there was a large handful of outcasts hiding in the
physical realms, not that they had ever spoken much to Maimo.
Maimo was an outcast everywhere.
And so it began. Maimo attacked first, causing its apprentice some trifling superficial damage. The apish creature
leapt back again and reassured its opponent that the instincts coursing through him were trustworthy.
Maimo rushed forward again, this time missing his target to a quick sidestep, followed by a strong blow to the
back of the head.
Maimo fell forward and crushed his head upon a rock.
Iblis stood and watched, the crimson life of nature flowing forth upon the earth, satisfied with his work. The
victor, the awakened one, looked back at Binu and realized his fate lay there.
And so he flew up and flew away and flew to Binu. Maimo sensed the last of himself slipping away and felt, also,
quite like his father, "Go on my heir. Find your path at Binu."
Left-Chest Imprinting
Binu was a medium-sized planet on the
edge of a not-so charted solar system. It was mostly made of various swirling gasses, with no real surface except
its core. This was where the stranger landed himself. After quickly surveying the planet, he found what he was
looking for. The Explorer Station on the planet would hold the relative directions back to Earth; where this whole
thing started and where Pythias was waiting to finish it.
Here was found a vast library of information, most digitized and the rest in simpler forms. The stranger began
to plunge himself into the various works of scholars, scientists and even a few philosophers here and there. He
had received his heritage. He now knew everything that had been learned about God, Humanity, humans, life, death,
nature, order, chaos, science, intuition, and Earth. And, in the center of it all, was the end of history.
It was an interactive data file labeled, "A human's last stand".
Iblis began the archaic stuggle.
Binu was the last refuge of those seeking individuality's charms at the end of "physical weakness". All
the rogues who didn't have dreamy, blue minds and wavy, blonde hopes came to the desolate place and eked out a
living until the final stand. The ancestors of Humanity would be coming for them, leaving none behind to sully
their name.
"Propaganda, like all of God's creatures, needs a predator to play prey to in order to survive. But propaganda
is not one of God's creatures."
-Zhen Luan Ravana, the leader of the resistance movement. He seemed to be a man of great talent in leadership and
often even of great wisdom. He was, at the very least, a skilled tactician. But often his people's needs came before
his ideologies. As the head of any group, it is important to have this ability in many cases. But, a constant on-the-go
dropping of purposes makes a people less willing to live and die for a cause. For him, though, most would live
and die. He was skilled, to be sure.
The final supply pods were docking in the eastern hangar. The polished black spheres found their way back from
the relay station on Awa, (the spot where goods were transported from the last hidden locations near Earth) to
Binu's core. Items could not be transported directly to Binu through the atmosphere and outer layers. The dark
droplets spiraled down to the core and found their mark.
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