“You don’t need me to tell you what you must do. This is all part of the cycle so either make your choices or let them all go.”
“I understand.”
“So what is bothering you then?”
“I dislike throwing away something that we worked so hard on. We were sure this time they would make great leaps and bounds but….”
“Don’t let it bother you son. I have prepared another place so you have a chance to try again. It took me almost twenty tries before I got it right.”
“What kept you going father? We expend all that energy for so little results.”
“Belief that they can do better….that they can be better. As anything worth doing it takes a lot of energy and like a gardener, the time has come for pruning the good from the bad. The bad you discard, the good you nurture.”
“I understand.”
“If you plan to salvage some of those good seeds then you should send Maryalyan ahead.”
“Maryalyan! You know what happened the last time she was down there.”
“I remember, I also remember that it did not work out so well for you either. It was a little ugly but the two of you managed to learn much about them then.”
“Yes we did but why shouldn’t I be the one to go down there and take charge of things.”
“Because Maryalyan is much more sensitive to them than you are. Right or wrong, when she laid with that male to get a true feel of the human spirit she achieved a special bond that you are just beginning to understand. If you want your next generation to “leap” she is your best chance.”
“I guess.” The son replies grudgingly.
“Oh come, surely you can do without your pairing for a few eye blinks.”
“It’s not that. I just hate to sully her by placing her in the middle of the mess.”
“That is what “wives”, to borrow the human term, are for; to help clean up after you.” The father laughs at his son. “Besides purifying her after will give the two of you something to do while you discuss what went wrong.”
“As always you are right father. I guess I should go to her and start begging now.”
The father’s laugh rings throughout the universe and the son considers it a good time to take his leave.
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The man picks up his cell phone and answers the call.
“Sir, we have just noticed some kind of pulse coming from deep space.”
“And?”
“It’s coming from a place in space that it shouldn’t be and it is on the move.”
“What are you talking about and give me the simply explanation.”
“A week ago Omega picked up a flicker in a place where nothing should be so we turned her fully towards the flicker and we have been monitoring it. Over the last week the flicker changed to more of a pulse so we speculate that it’s on the move.”
“And I still don’t see why you are bothering me.”
“Well Sir, it’s moving towards us and its moving fast.”
“And what does that mean to us?” The man is now curious.
“It is still far out in space. So far out that we may be seeing just an echo of what was there so we are not sure yet what we are seeing but whatever it is or was it is moving fast, very fast.”
“Keep an eye on it and tell me the minute you know what it is and what it means to us.”
“Yes sir.”
For a year, they track the pulse. They wait in anticipation as it speeds towards earth. Speculations range far and wide as to the makeup and purpose of the pulse setting the astrology world on the edge of some grand discovery. Just when they believe it is about to get close enough for them to fully understand the pulse, it disappears leaving the hundred that have been watching crushed and disappointed.