Tylywoch ~ 15

 Tylywoch ~ 15 Ordens Forge

By Len Morgan

He made a decision.   At the end of yet another day, he retired to his quarters, but on opening the door he immediately became conscious of the citrus aroma.   He wedged open the door and retraced his steps to the entrance of the corridor, and walked downstairs to the next level, then the next, and the next…   Twenty levels down he found that all the corridors were identical and empty.   He continued on down after a brief glimpse down each corridor.    He was well into the sixties when he noticed the air becoming humid and foul smelling.   He found himself choking and decided there was nothing to be gained by exploring further.   He felt guilty and a little sad at invading Orden’s private space.   He retraced his steps until the symbols on the wall matched those of his own floor at which point he decided to continue up to the surface.   He realised that Orden was alone, his face was streaked with tears, that whole vast complex was empty, they were alone.   He gazed out at the dampened forge, it now seemed a ghostly place, he wiped his eyes and went slowly down two floors to ‘SUB-2’ returning to his own room, overcome with melancholy.   He lay on the bed and slipped into a natural slumber.   For the first time since his arrival, he slept and did not dream. 

Next morning Orden woke him with a question. 

“I gather you took a nocturnal stroll last evening?”

“That is so,” he replied.   “I discovered that there are no others, we are alone.   I’m sorry Orden I didn’t know.   Will you tell me what happened to your people?   So many empty rooms, it must have been something disastrous…” 

Orden laughed aloud.  “Don’t pity me human!” he said, “this is not my world, my people do not live here, I'm just one in a long line of custodians.   We were sent here in a time of need, to gather and preserve the remnants of a promising race whose technology outstripped their ability to control it.  When we arrived this was a dying world.   We built this place as an ark, to house the remains of that race, and as many as possible of the other endangered species, that would not otherwise have survived in that changing environment.   We kept them in stasis, in these halls, for hundreds of thousands of years until conditions became more life sustaining.” Orden paused finding it difficult to frame his words.

“Then you let them out?” Jax asked encouragingly.

“No!” he said sadly, in the period they had been in stasis, other life forms had populated the world.”

“What are you trying to tell me?”   Jax asked patiently

 “They are all still in there, at the lower levels, waiting to be released.”

“They may not live very long, the air down there is so foul and badly polluted, I couldn’t get any lower than the 60^th level…”

“It's gone down that far?   A year ago the pollution was in the 50’s.   There is a sensor attached to an automatic unlocking mechanism, on the lower levels.   When the air reaches level 500 the creatures down there will be released lower level forms first the intelligent species are house in the levels below 100.   The upper levels have always been left empty for use by my people, the Jellonans.   If what you say is true, we have less than 400 years to formulate a plan.”

“What would happen if they were not released.   How long could they remain in stasis?”

“In theory they could remain there Indefinitely.” Orden replied.   “But this place has to be kept provisioned and in a state of repair.   It could go on without my input for hundreds of years but if something went wrong…”

“Then I suggest you start working on a way to ensure the pollution levels remain high enough to avoid triggering the release, or you will be responsible for a disaster far worse than that you were originally protecting them from, a clash of epic proportions.   When they emerge, they will expect to reclaim their world, which is what I’m sure you promised them when they were incarcerated here.   With their superior technology they will surely be capable of destroying us.   They would treat us as vermin and do their best to destroy our civilisation.   We could release them a few at a time, transport them to a distant part of this world?” he reasoned.   “How long would they stay there…”

Orden nodded “Two hundred years ago I fixed the sensors to open only on a methane atmosphere, one that could never exist on this world, and would kill all life on the planet.   A crime for which I was censured and sentenced to a further 1000 years as custodian on your world.”

“Congratulations!   For an intelligent being you do the most stupid things.  Why did you have to tell the HM?”

“But, if they are allowed out the Karaxen will destroy your race and the world as you know it.” Orden reasoned.

“Maybe their minds could be altered, to erase the memories of their technology, you could release a few at a time into our communities, we could integrate them,” Jax said. 

Orden shook his head vigorously, his despair evident.  “They are not human, if you saw them you would call them monsters.”

“Transfer them to another planet!”

“Beyond our resources, if it had been possible it would have been our first option.   All planets capable of sustaining carboxy life forms are currently occupied.   This is a problem that must be resolved here on Abbalar.”

“It isn’t that simple Orden, it's a problem of Jellonan making!   You should have left nature to find its own course, hard as that may seem.” He snapped angrily, “now, you will have to bring us up to their level…” suddenly his eye registered understanding.  “You should walk away from the problem now, as you should have done then, but your race is not made that way.” He smiled and slapped the stocky Jellonan on the shoulder, instantly regretting his action, it was like punching a rock face. 

.-…-. 

During his stay with Orden, he mastered many scientific methods besides metallurgy;  Fluidics, Chemistry, Physics, pure and applied Mathematics to name a few.   Frequently on encountering a seemingly insurmountable problem, he’d sleep on it.   The mild sedative in his room, inducing a deep meditative state, in which he was able to commune with the Hive Matrix a vast network of sensitives through the universe; enabling him to seek out answers to his questions.   As the days and weeks passed, he became more adept at this form of communication and his problem solving abilities improved by leaps and bounds.   Atomic theory and pure mathematics Quantum mechanics were no longer the confusing brick walls they had appeared when he'd first arrived.   Towards the end of his stay, he was able to grasp and solve abstract theoretical problems as easily as the practical ones.   He completed his final tasks swiftly and with the ease that comes only to the young.   On the eve of his departure, Orden presented him with a plain wooden box lined with a plush quilting, on which lay a thin spike like blade with a hollow crystal hilt filled with an opaque golden fluid.

“You must not loose this or any of the fluid within.   Present it to Terrek on your return to Hartwell, he will know what to do with it.” 

That night, his dreams were particularly vivid, it seemed that through the Hive Matrix (HM) the whole universe was there to witness him taking a solemn oath to all…

.-…-. 

He broke fast, the following morning and bid Orden a sad farewell, making his way back to Hartwell and Terrek.   He was conscious of all he had learned, an enormous amount, but the final act of ‘being made’ was still to come, and would take place back in Terrek’s forge; two and a half years had passed in his mind since he left;  just six weeks had elapsed in real time.   He was now sixteen, and had at last come of age.  

(To be Continued)

Copyright Len Morgan