Naga Monkey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
While surfing the Net, J Smith's computer is taken over by the Naga, Phase 4 creatures who start an interdimensional chat with him.

Submitted: July 14, 2008

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Naga Monkey
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n an apparently normal Wednesday, James Smith’s computer screen flickered for a moment and then displayed a message. It appeared letter by letter, in a green florescent font, and everything else on the screen was a grey black. It reminded him of computers from his childhood, from the 70’s.
“We are the Naga. Do you wish to communicate?”
At first, James was about to reboot his computer and run a virus check, fearful that someone had taken over his system, and rifle through his keystroke record, looking for bank details and preparing an identity theft. But something told him not to shut down. Identity stealers, after all, skulk in the shadows and do not announce themselves to you in this way. He answered “yes”.
Who are the Naga?
We are Phase 4 organisms from a sector of the universe that your species has yet to find or name, and from a time in which your species has not yet come to exist.
Then how are you writing to me?
We use small tears in space and time and communicate with whatever we find there. We are currently communicating with 7 life forms.
Shall we get a conference call going then?
No. The other life forms are Phase 3 and 4, and our communications are beyond your level of understanding.
James did not, of course, believe any of this, but it was entertaining nonetheless, and he still wanted to know who had grabbed control of his computer, so he continued.
Beyond my primitive primate understanding, is it! Brainy egg head alien stuff, eh?
Our analysis of your planet’s internet data banks leads us to believe that you are exhibiting a primitive form of wit know as sarcasm. We have grown beyond humour, and it is wasted on us.
Who are ‘we’ anyway? How many people am I talking to?
We are one.
What?
We are one. We are the Naga. We live.
You’re not answering my question.
You do not have enough knowledge to understand our answers. You are Phase One.
…OK-I’ll bite, so what’s all this ‘Phase 1’ stuff?
In Phase 1, creatures attain consciousness and develop complex civilisations; cities, industries, scientific research and so on. Most species never progress beyond this point, usually due to environmental collapse caused by an injudicious use of natural resources.
Nuclear Armageddon is also common in the latter stages as tribes fight for control of dwindling resources. Our analysis indicates that your planet will soon be made uninhabitable to all complex organisms.
James wondered if he saw their angle. Perhaps this was some elaborate scam whereby they offered to send him alien technology and millions of Euro, and all he had to do was provide his bank details. It was implausible, but so was the Nigerian princess who had e mailed him yesterday offering him 20% of 10 million Euro to help her transfer her money out of the Bank of Lagos and into his account.
And you’re here to help me save Mother Earth, right?
No, Intergalactic Law does not allow interference in the development of creatures of an inferior phase. If your species deserves to survive and progress to Phase 2, then you must do so by yourselves. If you do not, then you shall not. It is of no real consequence to us.
Then why are you communicating with me?
Tears in space and time are very rare. We exploit all of them. Some are more valuable than others.
Sorry to disappoint you. What are phases 2, 3 and 4 then?
In Phase 2, organisms learn how to stop aging and dying. They become immortal. Less then one per cent of Phase 1 creatures progress to Phase 2, and less then one percent make it to Stage 3.
What happens to them? Why don’t they make it?
They die.
Of what?
Boredom. Imagine your tiny lifespan stretching to infinity and how impossible it would quickly become to experience something new, to feel anything other than a sense of weary familiarity. As the centuries drag on, there is nothing left but contempt. Suicide brings a merciful release.
A consciousness designed for a finite life span is not able to evolve into one made for an infinite lifespan.
Then how do you get to stage 3?
Through eliminating the ‘I’, through becoming one. All bodies become linked to a giant consciousness. The bodies die, but the consciousness lives on, in what you might call a biometric computer bank.
And Stage 4?
In stage 4, organisms cease to exist in any physical form, but continue to exist through subatomic nano structures your civilisation would best understand as other dimensions. At this level, fusion can take place with other organisms. We are 4; the Naylok, the Aga, the Ghoti and the Arvosh. We are NAGA. We are one.
And why are you telling me this? Why have you chosen me?
We made a random choice after eliminating humans who were important enough to be actually believed, should they choose to reveal this conversation. Our observations and communications must remain hidden in order not to affect progress of species.
You mean I’m not allowed to tell anyone about this.
It would be better if you didn’t. However, as no one will believe you, your actions are of little consequence. You are DELTA.
I’m what?
You are below Alpha and Beta, but above Epsilon. Your actions have no significant impact on the lives of others. Your influence quotient is 0.02, and therefore it is safe for us to reveal ourselves to you.
James felt momentarily depressed to hear this, but couldn’t really contradict it. He put aside his wounded ego and continued the conversation.
And what do you hope to gain through this communication? Why chat with a DELTA? What’s in it for you?
To avoid Phase 5, the Naga must remain active and curious. We must be interested in all things and in all times.
Yes, but why communicate with me? What can I tell you that you couldn’t already find on the internet?
There is nothing that you can tell us about your world that we do not already know. Your world’s information banks were downloaded by the Naga in 3 of your earth seconds. Full digestion required three hours and contemplation may occupy a day or more.
But why talk to me?
Direct communication with specimens adds to the Naga’s experience.It is rather like making faces at a monkey in one of your zoos. It serves no real purpose, in that no information is exchanged, but it adds to your zoo experience, especially if the monkeys make faces back at you.
I imagined a Phase 4 creature might have evolved beyond this.
We exploit all means to avoid Phase 5.
What’s Phase 5?
We prefer not to dwell on the Final Phase.
But I want to know. What’s Phase 5?
Phase 5 is death. Boredom consumes all creatures eventually. All life forms must have a beginning, a middle and an end. The Naga grow near the end.
How near?
We do not know. Estimations range from 1,000 to eight thousands of your Earth Suns life spans, but we do not know. Few creatures can know their end, but all must have an end. This was the first Truth of the Ancients, and it remains true, and always will.
Who are the Ancients?
Beings before time, before the beginning of this universe.
Can’t they help you defeat boredom?
They are all gone now.
But where…
We must interrupt you Earthling. The gap in space and time is closing. This communication will cease. Goodbye.
At that moment the screen flickered again, and the green ghostly writing was replaced by the normal Windows desktop. It was as if nothing had happened.
Over the following weeks and months, James ran search after search and sifted through blogs and discussion boards until late in the night. But he never found any mention of the Naga, and realised that they had communicated with him alone. Sometimes he convinced himself it was a hoax. Sometimes he thought he had imagined the whole thing.
But late at night he knew it had been real. As he stared at the stars, he wished they would contact him again. He wanted to join them, wherever they were, and whatever they were.
He knew he was no more than a monkey to them, but to be monkey to the Naga …surely that was something special.
As time went on, he grew more and more obsessed by thoughts of the Naga, and found it increasingly difficult to think about anything else. Everything else seemed to be of no consequence and normal life had lost all interest for him.
His work suffered and he grew distant to his colleagues; unable, as he was, to concentrate on anything work-related for more than a few seconds at a time. It all seemed so irrelevant, so tedious.
His supervisor tried to discuss the ‘grave concerns’ the company were beginning to have over his deteriorating performance on several occasions, but the conversations barely impinged on his consciousness. He nodded politely, but as she spoke about ‘failure to meet agreed objectives’, his mind wandered and stared behind her though the window and scanned the sky, wondering in which direction the Naga could be located.
Eventually the company was forced to let him go, and he called on the state to support him. Actually he was rather glad to be freed from the necessity to pretend to work because he found it an unwelcome distraction from the more serious business of contemplating the Naga.
He wrote long letters to them on his computer asking for them to return and take him with them, but they never replied. Indeed, they could not reply, he realised. He had no idea where to send the letters and the Naga had left no e-mail address.
He chose to believe that when the next tear in space and time opened up, they would read everything he had written to them and take pity on him. He wrote stories and novels in homage to them. Every night, he fell asleep with the laptop on the bed beside him, waiting for a second message, praying for a second coming.
Seasons changed and years passed by without him even noticing.
James simply stared out of his window and waited. He typed messages to the Naga and waited.
He waited.
He wrote long letters to them on his computer asking for them to return and take him with them, but they never replied. Indeed, they could not reply, he realised. He had no idea where to send the letters and the Naga had left no e-mail address.
He chose to believe that when the next tear in space and time opened up, they would read everything he had written to them and take pity on him. He wrote stories and novels in homage to them. Every night, he fell asleep with the laptop on the bed beside him, waiting for a second message, praying for a second coming.
Seasons changed and years passed by without him even noticing.James simply stared out of his window and waited. He typed messages to the Naga and waited. And waited…


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