There was a finite amount of intelligence to go around, spread amongst all of humanity. In the beginning, our own Adam and Eve held the full vast knowledge of the universe, but in not truly understanding that, were easily tricked by the dark one into thinking there must be more. We are what happened after that.
Memories, the ones that stand out, are like spires shooting up from the Gaussian noise floor of that otherwise dusty plain, which is life.
When the ships came, it was quiet. How could it be that no one else saw them? The normal lapping of the waves could not be heard. Just a thick fluid blanket, warm and inviting, seemed to be everywhere. A mother sings to her son.
Sometimes, I sing a strange melody
Without you, I’m out of tune
So, tell me you love me, just one more time
I’m in love with you
Far off in the distance, in the vast emptiness over the hill, dense fog rolls in, hiding the huge sleek structure from prying eyes.
It has started.
