Peace

by Sisyphus47

Peace Sarah and I are walking on the pebble beach, along the shore of the bay we both love and think of as our reflection ground.  There is no-one else this morning, the air is cold, the sky grey, and only the cries of the seagulls pierce the silence.  We have left the car in the small village, after hearing the latest news from East Asia.  Before we left home for the one hour drive to get to the village, Sarah talked to Melissa who said she would be with us the following weekend to help me with the article.  Sarah thought Melissa was  up-to-date on my meeting with Elga and Gabrielle, and had received her own instructions from them.  I agreed that there was a plan, whatever it was, and that my old friend was part of it.  We walk silently for a while, and then Sarah, holding my hand firmly in hers, tells me what we should do…

– Julian, we know that they can manipulate space and time.  We know also that our minds have no secret for them, indeed they know more about our past than we know ourselves.  What we do not know is what is the part of  manipulation – of our thoughts, our senses – and what is “real”, if this makes any sense…

– It does , I reply, and I know what you are leading at: that resistance is futile… 

The news this morning was that the small Asian country, that had for several weeks be making war-like noises in defiance of the rest of the world, had finally fired a “test” missile across the border to her southern neighbour.  It appeared that anti-missiles batteries, installed by the Great Power near the border, had responded, and two missiles had been fired intended to intercept the intruder.  This was the nightmare scenario the world had feared: an incident leading to retaliation, and the onset of war.  However, in this instance, none of the three missiles had reached their intended targets: they appeared to have disappeared into thin air, literally.  The Great Power had immediately recognised that it did not know what had happened to its missiles.  Tracking cameras had followed the weapons’ trajectories, and everything had gone to plan, but suddenly the cameras showed nothing: the missiles had gone.  The small country was so far silent.  Its powerful ally in the North, the Great Power To Be, had denied any involvement, and reiterated its call for restraint.  The news had not surprised us, other than by the rapidity of events.

– From what Elga has told you, resumes Sarah, we should expect whatever warning we issue through the press to be believed.  This calls for some evidence: the highjacking of those missile may be it…

– As you said, they manipulate matter at the sub-atomic level, theirs is a pico, rather than nano-technology, a millionth time smaller than what we have achieved so far!  Nonetheless it will take some time for the truth to sink in don’t you think?

Sarah is silent for a few minutes.  We stop at the one of the wooden benches above the beach, surrounded by dunes and pale grass shivering in the wind.  We drink from a thermos of hot coffee.

– We have to follow the events, she says, and prepare what they want, some kind of announcement… Something that will start explaining to the world that game is over… 

– Yes, they told me to use my own words…

– This is where they need you, us.  Their understanding of our psychology is still weak, despite Gabrielle’s long experience down here, despite Melissa who should have been under their observation ever since she was reborn.

– Have you thought that their power of simulation may be greater than their understanding?  Their mind is, after all, collective, it must be very hard for them to think in terms of a society – a species – of individuals?  From what we learnt from Gabrielle the Coven must be centuries, perhaps even, millennia old (of our time)…

– Yes, they have the looks, and the language, and know the geography.  They told you that they have monitoring sensors – atoms, perhaps even particles – everywhere.  But that does not equate with understanding us.

– But where will it stop?  OK, they are demonstrating control, and assuming they do neutralise the military, what is next? Is it certain that their only goal is to preserve this world, and somehow protect us against ourselves?

My question does not expect an answer yet.  Evidently we do not know, and will know only once mankind has accepted the facts.  How long will it take?

We resume our walk, along the shore, towards the next village some five miles further south.  Sarah kisses me, smiles, and laughing:

– I am just happy they stopped those missiles you know!

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