The Man on Jalouth

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On the outer edge of colonized space is Jalouth. A planet that only provides home to a single human. But, what that human has done there, changes what it means for a planet to host intelligent life.

Submitted: August 02, 2016

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The Man on Jalouth

1.

A new season had begun; in fact it sounded as if it were already in full swing. This was indicated to the man as soon as he stepped outside by a low humming sound. Such change a day could make, surely that sound was several times louder than it had been the day before when he stood at the same spot. The weather had warmed; the change was hardly perceptible, but it was significant. The temperature had risen; just high enough to precipitate significant melting of the thick layer of ice that coated almost all.

The melting was perceptible, ice not only dominated the landscape; it was the landscape. Except for the path he stood on; a gray gate-like five foot wide structure inside of which a coil of wire provided just enough heat to clear the path of the ice which buried it during the other season. Several feet underneath the path; just out of reach of the heating coil; was solid ice, which was penetrated at ten foot intervals by posts supporting the pathway. These posts penetrated through ice, reaching solid rock nearly a hundred feet deep.

Construction of the path had been no small task, and it may have been unnecessary. But he thought the walk was worth it. It stretched the length of the reservoir, just above where the water would be inundated during the peak of the season. The reservoir was a magnificent sight, with banks formed by the melting ice that quickly fed its growth during with the warming of the season. Typically three river channels in the ice fed into the reservoir, but some years; for whatever reason; the ice melted differently and carved four or five channels. Regardless, the topography of the surficial ice mirrored that of the deeply underlain rock, which created the natural semi-permanent basin in front of him.

Just off of this path from where he was standing was the housing complex where he stayed, currently it looked to be built into the adjoining ice, but; like the path; its foundation was secured to the deep rock below. In a couple more days the structure would be free of ice, which would continue to recede farther beneath the structure and path. The reservoir would grow larger eventually taking up space underneath the structures. But the water surface would; except in the most extreme cases he could think of; remain below them.

The housing complex had been designed to provide space for twenty one people. In particular to house twenty construction workers and himself. He knew even then that it would remain empty, once they left the planet, but the experimental temporary housing structures they had created didn’t last with the melting and shifting ice. Adjacent to the complex was the shuttle landing/take-off platform; a more significant structure; which designing had been quite an ordeal. Like the path it was interwoven with heating coils to melt the ice and provide safe landing before he arrived. The substructure had been heavily over-designed to protect any potential failure due to ice or earthquake; of which the frequency and magnitude were wholly unknown to him.

But the importance of the structure trumped all. If it were to fail, he would be stuck on the planet. And once the season ended and the cold and freezing rains returned; or he ran out of food; it would be over. A difficult concept to grasp as he now stood outside feeling air temperatures that melted ice.

Sometimes he dwelt on the loneliness and isolation that existed here. Another interesting concept; that isolation could simply exist. But it did, he stood alone on a planet without plant or animal life on the outer reaches of navigated space. Yet he only thought about isolation, he didn’t feel it. To him it was no different than being alone in one’s house. Which was certainly a good and necessary quality for an outcast to have.

He began walking again down the path toward the dam roughly three hundred feet away. The dam structure was even more impressive than the housing complex, path, or landing pad. It was designed to hold back the water during the peak of the season and allow the flow to pass through four massive turbines; generating power.

 By trade he was an engineer, and throughout his career he had done work on many different projects within different disciplines of engineering. All that knowledge had been put to the test in designing this facility on Jalouth. He was quite proud of its design, from the structural components to the foundations in the rock, and most importantly the hydrology and hydraulics that made the sight possible. Not things that could have been designed per say, but the very things that led to design and ultimate construction of everything else. It was a perfect combination.

Many years before Jalouth became a necessity to him, he had developed a theory; what he called ‘The Ice Energy Theory’; that a planet with the right combination of water content, distance from, and orbit around a star of just the right size could undergo a phenomenal melting and freezing process. Which would produce vast amounts of kinetic energy. And with the right topography, it could be converted into power. Early on in his search he had identified several potential planets, but proximity of said planets to habitable planets later proved them unusable.

He had created ‘The Ice Energy Theory’ long before he had a use or need for it. Instead it was an entirely related theory; that pushed the bounds of what computers could do; which required him to revisit ‘The Ice Energy Theory’. The second theory never had a name, to him it wasn’t something that could be singularly defined. Unfortunately it became a defining topic that put him at odds with both public opinion and all governing bodies. Even those individuals who had once done much of the work to build the theory; or theories; had turned their backs. But the man standing on Jaouth had refused; he was unwilling to let the theory; or theories; pass and allowed himself to be expelled from the scientific, engineering, and computer industries for it.

However, with Jalouth, his significant personal wealth; most of it inherited; and his engineering knowledge; he had all the tools he needed.

2.

“Queneth, stay with me. What are we going to do?”

“I don’t have time for this; Kiens has been waiting for me. We’ll talk later.”

“Don’t leave me”

“Luera, you are not the only person who means much to me”

Queneth stepped outside and closed the wooden door to their two room hut. He walked down stone steps, which he himself had gathered from the riverbed, carried, and laid into the ground sometime prior. He passed a tree next to the steps, there had once been many trees, but he and Luera had taken them down and used the wood to build their home.

A little farther down the path he passed another home, this one Hurnich’s, he lived alone. Quenneth looked up into the sky; at the sun. It was getting close the tree line ahead and too his right. Feeling angry at Luera he picked up his pace, and decided he could spend the night at Kien’s if it was below the tree line. He felt there was no use risking the walk back, just to spend the night with Luera after their fight.

Now he moved past by Argul, Tarry, Gou, and Restira’s homes clustered together, here the path widened. They had all helped in laying it, the river from which they had collected the stone ran parallel to the path just beyond the houses. It also forked shortly after the river became visible, one of the forks led to another cluster of homes; these built and occupied by Emmea, Fura, Baust, Horri, and Nemiea.

He kept moving on the path parallel to the river. The tree line was now almost over him; but the light still filtered through the branches to illuminate the pathway in front of him. Nestled at the edge of the tree line he saw Kiens small house. He lived alone, his partner; Heffera; had died. The river had reached out beyond it banks very suddenly while Heffera was swimming. A tree, bobbing and moving quickly as the water rose, struck her. Kenneth had stood on the bank and saw the scene unfold, it was so quick. The tree hit him and he was gone.

Faus acted so fast sometimes, Heffera was taken, but nothing had walked out of the woods to take Heffera’s place. Quenneth; as they all did; wondered with increasing frequency how long it would take Faus to rebirth. It felt quite wrong for only eleven to exist; what if Faus took someone else without rebirth? The thought passed through his mind without comprehension.

He knocked on the wood door to Kiens home. Immediately is was pulled open from the inside, revealing Kiens in the door.

“Quenneth” Kien’s said with excitement, “it’s late I didn’t think you’d make it”.

“Luera kept me, he’s been very worried about things as of late” Quenneth answered as he stepped inside.

“Still about Heffera’s rebirth?”

“Yes, but for now he’s moved away from the actual fear; when the rebirth will walk out of the woods; and onto a ridiculous fear that we won’t grow enough cern to provide throughout the year”.

“Heffera was the most experienced farmer” Kiens stated.

“He was also the oldest, we’ve always been able to move on after Faus takes someone. Yes, it is difficult, not only because we miss the person. But also because their services are missed, without Heffera’s direction someone else will have to take the lead. I also expect that we may have to work double duty, farming as well as hunting.”

“Which brings up another problem I wanted to mention, do you expect us to have the same success hunting if we are helping out down in the fields.”

“My hope is that we will have the same success, so that we can spare some of our additional time to farming.”

“There’s a lot of uncertainty, though”

“Yeah, but what else we can do… Heffera’s not here anymore, so he won’t be eating any of our food reserves.”

 “There could be a rebirth anytime though.”

“I guess I don’t see a way we can plan this out, if we end up low on food. We’ll have to eat a little less, it will be uncomfortable. But if we can’t handle some uncomfortableness, then we’ve become too soft.”

“Yeah, can you remember the stories that Juina used to tell.”

“No, they’ve been reiterated to me. But I was his rebirth.”

“Right, how could I forget that? That makes me feel old”

“I’m sure you’ve got many seasons left” Quenneth said.

“But one day you’ll be in charge of hunting, maybe then you’ll be worried about catching enough to last the whole season.”

“You’ll last a long time still” Quenneth said defiantly, “Faus would be more likely to take Luera than you.”

“Don’t say that, he’s still much younger. I’m sure he’ll be around for a long time still. You don’t need to worry about that”.

“I’m not worried about Luera being taken, I’m worried about you being taken. Do you miss Heffera?”

Kiens paused thoughtfully, “Yes, we had many good years together. But since Faus took her, we have spent more time together, and I have enjoyed that greatly.”

“Me too, I’m glad our relationship has evolved beyond hunting together.”

“Careful, Luera will begin to get jealous.”

“Well, I would rather spend my time with you.”

“The sun must have set already” Kiens stated.

“Yes, it has” Quenneth answered.

“I suppose Luera won’t expect you back now.”

“No, although when I was younger and overconfident in my hunting skills I did make a couple dark and dangerous trips to be with her. But he wouldn’t expect that anymore.”

“I enjoy spending time with you too, and it has greatly helped me move on since Heffera was taken. You should maintain you relationship with Heffera, after all he will be around longer than I. But I would like it if we could spend more time together. When he won’t miss you.”

“Me too.”

Silence befell the two. Quenneth relaxed, knowing he wasn’t headed home for the night. He picked up Kiens hunting weapon; his own was back with Luera. A thin flexible piece of wood with woven strand of fibrous grasses laced on both ends. It was a bow, and the carved wooden arrows laying in a pile were notched to fit the woven grass.

3.

Crouched in tall grass he waited. Kiens had first taught him many seasons ago how to meditate. Staying alert while silent and calm; immobile, but comfortable. Night was not far off, a time when nocturnal beasts lived and roamed; which could somehow sense their surroundings without the sun. Quenneth understood that everything still existing at night; it just wasn’t visible. The blackness was canceled out during the day by the sun.

A Firoe scurried up a tree, instinctively he angled the bow and strung an arrow, but he did not fire. His target was something else. He resumed meditation, controlling his breathing. A sense of calmness perpetuated his body and mind, time passed easily and comfortable. It was largely the key to hunting, being able to wait. But this calm also came from somewhere else, as he had made a decision and was finally prepared to follow through with it.

He heard something large brush through branches, again he instinctively looked in the direction, but remained still. His senses heightened, he felt alert more alert than ever before. Nervousness and excitement had combined into a new unfamiliar; but invited; emotional condition.

Another sound of a branch snapping back, he prepared his bow and strung an arrow. He was facing a small clearing, a place he had discovered long ago. It was a personal place filled with memories.

Luera stepped into the clearing. He looked around casually, but was unable to notice him amongst the grasses. He steadied his breathing and body and took aim, for a moment he held him in his sight. Mentally he confirmed that he was standing still, estimated the distance, and adjusted his aim. Then; hardly a moment later; he released the arrow. Quickly it flew through the air and met its mark.

With quickness he normally only required for larger game, he strung another arrow and let it fly. And repeated the process for a third time. But the third arrow entered the woods on the far side of the clearing, Luera had fallen.

He moved forward quickly and silently with another grasped in front of him. As he reached him he slowed, seeing the damage that had been done. Faus hadn’t quite taken him yet though, and so he plunged the fourth arrow into her.

For another moment he laid there, and for a moment he felt scared that Faus wouldn’t take Luera. But then he began to fade, and shortly after was wholly gone. He gave a wordless prayer to Faus, picked up the three arrows that now laid on the ground, and began to search the woods on the far side for the one that had missed.

Later that day he returned to Kien’s home with a couple Firoe’s he had killed. Towards the evening he noted to Kien’s and Baust as they skinned the creatures that he hadn’t seen Luera since the morning. The following morning he asked around the fields if anyone had seen her; they hadn’t and joined his search.

After several days had passed a realization permeated the community that Faus had taken her. “He was so young” Restira and others said often with unbelief. It seemed that Faus had taken him without reason.

No one doubted this was difficult for Quenneth, he spent almost all his time hunting after the incident. Most found him withdrawn, and were glad they he appeared to have a strong relationship with Kien’s. In fact it seemed perpetually natural that they should live together, which they did not long thereafter. The two hunters next to the woods, their companionship seemed ideal, some wondered if that could have happened if Faus had not taken Luera.

Luera was missed much. Everyone else Faus had taken had been older, often the oldest, but he was young. It was expected that he would be around for much longer, that one season he could’ve been in command of farming.

Towards the end of the season Kiens and Quenneth hunted together regularly. In the past they often hunted alone; divide and conquer had been the prevailing theory. But now they were inseparable and happy; quite happy with their companionship.

“Are you going to kill anything today?’ Kiens asked Quenneth.

“I’d thought I’d let you have some success; build up your confidence.”

“I’ve killed five today, confidence is not a problem. What is a problem is your lack of help.”

Their banter had become regular, and a competiveness had formed.

Quenneth retorted “Why only yesterday I was lacking your help, so quick your memory lapses”.

Movement to their left; they both turned, pointed, and fired. Kiens arrow released almost imperceptibly first, but it the tree with a thunk and bounced away. The creature they had seen; a Repour; didn’t have time to react to the first arrow when the second; Queneth’s; arrow speared its body.

“I’m catching up now” Quenneth responded immediately.

“You’ll need four more before the sun sets” Kiens responded standing up. He looked for his arrow while Quenneth claimed the prize.

He pulled the dirtied arrow from the Repour’s body and put both into the pack he carried on his back woven of the same grasses their made their bow strings from.

Crack!

Quenneth turned quickly; startled. He saw Kiens jump too and made eye contact with. What was that? They both thought.

Then a tree fell on top of Kiens. It crushed his body. Quenneth ran over with numb horror. He saw Kiens under the tree; his face hidden from view. He hoped so badly for him stay, thoughtlessly he begged Faus not to take him. But Kiens began to fade, and then he was gone. The tree slumped the rest of the way and met the ground.

Quenneth looked at the fallen tree speechlessly, even thoughtlessly.

Kiens, his mind said. Kiens.

All his emotions for Kiens broke through and flowed throughout his mind without cognition. Emotions felt to strongly to be understood. He moved away from the scene, but he didn’t know why, and didn’t know where to go. No relationship had ever been like the one he and Kiens shared.

He moved back towards the community, then through the branches ahead of him he could see the fields. He saw Restira, and suddenly he thought of Luera. He thought of the relationship Restira and Luera had had, and how he had ended it. The realization felt at once incomprehensible, but he also understood everything that had happened, all too well. He faced life without Kiens, life without Luera, and a life where he had killed Luera. The horror hit him, he tried to reject it, but was unable.

Looking out into the field he put an arrow into his bow and pulled it back. He pointed it at Restira, but only for a brief mad second after which he pointed it at himself and released. He fell back without pain, and without uncertainty.

This time the world faded away, and then it was gone.

4.

“What caused you to kill your companion, Luera?”

Quenneth; seeing only blackness; answered “What:” automatically, and with confusion.

“Why did you feel it was necessary to kill Luera?”

“I don’t know… are you Faus?”

“Yes, I’m Faus. Please try to explain what happened.”

“I don’t know, we… we just weren’t getting along, Luera was keeping me from Kiens.”

“Are you saying you saw no other option?”

“No… well, yes… I did a terrible thing.”

“Did you recognize that at the time?”

“No, I guess I wouldn’t have done it if I had.”

“Why didn’t you, surely you must have understood the consequences of taking Luera’s life.”

“It was selfish, I didn’t think about it.”

“So you felt that killing Luera was the best option.”

“That’s what happened, yeah I guess so.”

“I want you to explain to Luera what happened.”

“How could kill me?” Luera asked.

“Is that really you” Quenneth asked, fear in his voice.

“Yes, it is her. I take you so you’re existence doesn’t end. So that I can ask you about your actions. I suggest, you be honest with Luera.”

“Quenneth, I don’t understand” Luera stated.

“We were falling apart” he blurted “I couldn’t take it, you used to be such a nice companion. But at the end we didn’t work.”

“Why not separate from Luera; Quenneth?”

“I couldn’t just separate and be accepted by Kiens, he told me to stay. And I know how the community would have seen it.”

“In the end you saw more value in bettering your own life through him death than you did in allowing Luera to continue living hers.”

Quenneth didn’t answer.

“Anything you want to say to Kiens?”

Quenneth was speechless, but Kiens spoke “I have no words”.

“Kiens” Quenneth stated “you’re alive”.

 “For the moment, yes” Faus concluded, “But in just a moment you will be reborn so that your community can continue to thrive.”

“Thank you Faus” Kiens said.

5.

He stepped outside into the brisk air. ‘Fucking Quenneth’ he thought. In a genderless, sexless, and simplified world he still chose to kill, just to be with someone else. If he existed outside of the computer systems in some parts of the galaxy he would be killed, in others he would be prison for the rest of his life. But, here on Jalouth his vessel would be reborn and would reenter his world.

A world he had designed to be less serious, an attempt to understood how beings accept the environment they live in. But give them the tools and they will kill every time, maybe he should have removed hunting and other creatures entirely. But how far could he go and still give them full and varied enough lives.

It was experiments like that one, which dampened his mood. How could you kill someone so easily, and in the end have no explanation. Where did the violence begin; in sentience, in emotion, in the tools? He had wondered many years ago, but he still asked the same questions. For now he had observed beings without emotions kill without question, beings with emotion and empathy kill selfishly, and the only instances he had discovered without killing were when it was a physical impossibility.

He was not a psychologist by trade, but by nature. He had once thought the answers to humanities questions laid in artificial worlds with artificial beings. Except that artificial wasn’t the right word; it was just the one people used; the right word didn’t exist. He knew the worlds and beings in them were as real the one he inhabited. It was that reason that it had been outlawed by the International Union of Planets; commonly called the IU.

Philosophers had frightened the public with the idea of sentient beings in artificial worlds. Despite, the fact that neither were hardly a new invention. Still though, the philosophical and social experiments on a significant scale had never been attempted, and the few that had were on a very small scale; one or two beings. The idea of creating a being to be used for just experimentation, was traditionally morally wrong. Even more so when the beings would be disposed of after.

But, he thought; believed even; that fearing for the deaths of beings which did not yet exist; when such a fear prevented their existence; was somehow also inherently wrong.

He acknowledged he was cheating the issue a little bit by using rebirth. Morally he could accept it; death that led directly to new life. It truly did too, the energy generated by the flowing water that had once given life to Quenneth, Hiens, and Luera, would now give life to three more beings.

The other simplest; and thinnest; coping rational he used was that he had given them life; without him their existence wouldn’t have occurred.

But he tried to stay away from that thought. It was cheap, giving life was a concept he had always struggled to understand. And even if he had given it, he didn’t pretend that it gave him any right over it; at the very least he recognized his abuses of power.

Most of the time he rationalized Quenneth, Hiens, and Luera existence simply due to the smaller scale of the experiment. A world of twelve people; he had a dozen of them, one hundred fifty two beings. All created with different variables for testing, but with the same beings implanted in the worlds. The results were thus far were minimal and often painstakingly similar. But the moral conundrum of turning off the vessels that gave life, held steady, and so the worlds went on. He could, and had, rewritten the worlds and rebirthed all the beings in it. But, that always caused him to hold his breath; he disliked it.

Until recently it, new world held new possibilities and had been eager to see how the beings inhabited them. Merely observing being accept strange and sometimes fantastical worlds with laws of physics so unlike his own, had fascinated him.

But Maybe, in the end he rebirthed their vessels, not out of necessity, but as a more personal experiment. To test whether or not he could accept it; he could.

But recently, he had been out of ideas. And the truth was those worlds were a sideshow, their existence hadn’t required him to be on Jalouth. He knew that very similar worlds were occasionally found and busted by IU police. But, that wasn’t public knowledge, as the IU didn’t know what to do with them when they found them. He was once privy to an insider knowledge via several sociologist he considered good friends. They had a deal with the IU, any ‘artificial worlds’ would be brought to them, so they could be kept afloat. However they were not allowed for rebirth, when beings died within the worlds they existed; it was for good.

The sad part was that, in these worlds death wasn’t a necessary trait. It was; perhaps; the greatest defining characteristic of the world, wholly changing how beings saw and interacted with their environment. But, worlds and beings could exist without death or injury, just as they could exist without bodies. He suspected those worlds existed; merely because it eased his own conscience; but they had never reached his friends. Why? They must be turned off by the IU. Hypocritical? Yes the IU could be very hypocritical; but so was the humanity it represented.

He stood adjacent to the dam, the sound of the generators would have been deafening without the ear protection he wore. Beneath the dam, water flooded out in swirling pools of great volume. Hidden from his view; underneath and behind him on the dam embankment a great cavern had been carved into the bedrock.

Much happened there, away from the watchful eye of the IU. It also, mostly happened away from his eye too. He barely kept watch on what went on there, and did not interfere. The circuits clicked and danced without eyes to watch, without input to alter. He was the engineer who had designed the dam to bring power, the sociologist who developed theories, and the computer scientist programmed and ultimately who had put things in motion. And motion was all he had wanted to give that world.

Jalouth once lacked complicated lifeforms, but that was true no longer. He had brought more life to Jalouth than existed on many planets. Likely it had the most lifeforms of any planet not under control of the IU.

However, the IU only included human life in its census data, and he couldn’t define the life on Jalouth as human. Maybe Quenneth was human, since his being had been sculpted from human hands. But the life that infested the cave, was definitely not human. He wasn’t entirely sure what to call it. It had evolved naturally within its world, a world he had created specifically for life to evolve. But the difference between creating a world with which life could be produced from and producing the life directly, was insurmountable. In large part due to the scale, the caver held millions of being the last time he had checked.

He had not checked the status of the world, since arriving on Jalouth. It was a task he always put off, too many questions whirled about what he would find. Could it be dead? Sure, there was always a chance that something and its backup had broken. But, honestly that wasn’t the thing which frightened him most. He was afraid to find that the beings in that world had annihilated each other; as the world did have that capacity. If that were to happen the experiment wouldn’t exactly be over, but he would have one of answers.

But, regardless of what the beings did the world would go on, maybe it shouldn’t, but it would. Despite the illegality of what he was doing; he maintained his own ethics. Rebirth wouldn’t have worked in that world. While he morally accepted it in small doses; the one hundred fifty two beings; somehow on a larger scale, it was just death. And he couldn’t work out how to incorporate new beings while still recycling others. Technically, it was feasible; practical even; but morally he couldn’t understand it. And the greatest question; what happened if the population decreased significantly? Or was eliminated? Although at that point rebirth, probably would not have mattered.

Thus, none of the beings in the world had not died. Well, they had ‘died’, but death merely took them from the world they were born into and moved them into another world. A looser world where they held more control over the environment; and most importantly, couldn’t die. The beings accumulated there, all of them, and they knew where they were; or at least they were aware they had died. That world had become an experiment all in itself. However, it was one too many experiments and failed to maintain his declining fascination.

Now, all he wanted was an end. Or something akin to end so that the project would feel personally worthwhile. At a minimum he hoped to lose his awkward sense of ethical confusion. But that seemed unlikely, and he expected that the answers; the true honest answers; he wanted didn’t exist.

Answers such as; do sentient beings inherently have a sense of ethics? Became unanswerable quickly when all the evidence pointed to a positive answer, but then Quenneth shoots Luera and all that positive reasoning becomes unraveled. Millions of questions were like that, and any sort of greater truth he got from observing these worlds didn’t provide any insight different from what he had obtained from observing his own world.

So the seasons past, the melting season; season of power generation and life; both followed and preceded by a season of freezing rains. That freezing and melting; a side effect of an infinite number of factors; led directly to power generation on Jalouth. Power generation, which led seasons of life; sentient life; and seasons of hibernation. All of which was wholly unknown to the inhabitants of Jalouth; which knew only their life. Created, by calculations; almost infinitely smaller than their awareness; but driving their entire existence. Calculations that could be paused entirely when power was unavailable, slowed to conserve power, and sped up when it was readily available; as such during the current season.

Relative to the man on Jalouth time passed differently in that world; not that it mattered much. He contemplated the inhabitants, who existed in numbers likely incomprehensible to him. He tried to the think of the moral effects of everything on Jalouth. He tried to rationalize his rationalizations, to confront his theories, to understand what constituted life and why it existed. But in the end; it just existed, no rhyme, no reason; it was a side effect.

He looked at the dam and forced himself to admire its structure. The way it rose out of the water and meshed into the surrounding landscape. The high pitched hum of the turbines spinning without pause inside the structure. He looked back up at the reservoir; a truly giant body of water, flowing towards the dam. He imagined all the melting water, forming small rivets of flow and growing, feeding rivers, which led here; to the dam. This world; Jalouth; held so much; so much was happening; and the human mind; his mind; couldn’t focus on it all. So he shrunk the scale of his vision; and looked again at the housing and walkway structures, relinquished his thoughts, and let everything happen.


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