Prime Directive – Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – The Paths That Never Cross

Good men through the ages, tryin’ to find the sun; and I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain.

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Day 2 of our glorious experiment.  Humans have so many needs! Gerard needs sleep, badly, and he has figured out that the bed lies beyond the water maze.

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He rounds one corner, then another. The thought of a warm bed keeps him going.  I wonder what these humans think of us…

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After an hour, the ladder is a welcome sight to Gerard. The humans must know, deep inside, that we are serving a greater purpose here.

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Although his hunger bar is almost flat, he trudges past the kitchen, focused solely on his bed. Perhaps the humans are too busy surviving to show their appreciation to us.

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Or perhaps  … they are too distracted by survival to hate

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Elana does the human toilet dance, a ritual I have observed that humans engage in while on their way to the bathroom.

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After an hour of her own journey, she makes it to the toilet. She clutches her stomach … she needs food!

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Her hunger bar is zero. Her sleep bar is zero. But Elana has something more important on her mind … she must find the sink to wash her hands!

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While I study the humans, I worry about “Joe.”  This is his first time in solitude. The life has gone out of his eyes.

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He eats his cold cereal in front of a blank TV. Surely he knows this is for the greater good though.

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We are allowed one 5-minute visit a day, so I go to cheer him up. We talk of tales of the humans, with their clean hands and hungry bellies.

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We kiss. This is the first time I have been apart from “Joe.” I whisper his real name. I tell myself, this is for the greater good.

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The humans wander the maze, but their paths rarely cross.

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They have had no hugs, no kisses. Only fights for survival.

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And so I remind myself, this is for the greater good.

 

Chareth’s Personal log: Tonight as I was laying in bed, I closed my eyes and telemorphed with the whole building. I felt a sense of strength, of peaceful resolve. I heard the humans whisper in their minds that they would fight until they found a way out. And then they would dissect us. I wonder if my telemorphing skills need tuning.

Joe’s Personal log: Today I heard my real name for the first time in ages. I miss the songs of my people. I want to go home.

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