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God Of a Man
Across Two Eternities

“No man is born to be a coward or a slave, unless his mother raises him to be so.”

Chapter Fifteen: The morality of immorality
Dated: 18th April, 2461

Nothing is more erroneous than the assumption that ‘men and women are the same’. No, they are not! Beyond the fact that both are human, the two sexes are inherently different, anatomically as well as physiologically. Female bodies produce one set of hormones, and are designed to perform one set of natural functions, while male bodies produce another set. Nothing could be more expositing than the one event that marks the end of reproductive ability in females; the menopause. Not only do female bodies stop producing the original set of hormones, and start producing a set similar to males, but the change alters there emotional spectrum too. Then consider the case of super-sexed individuals, and the way the extra sex chromosome affects their behavioural and emotional patterns. What else could these examples point to if not the inherently different character of the two sexes? And what else could these differences exposit, if not their very different needs?

Men should always be men! The health of a society is directly dependent upon how the territorial sex carries itself. It is not to say that women cannot fight. They can, and they do! But while women fight for what they think society wants, men fight for what they think society needs. This very fine difference of want or need is imbedded in the way the nature has designed the two sexes; their hormonal profiles. A woman is designed to safeguard herself and her progeny, and hence wants a safe environment. A man on the other hand is designed to control territory and resources, for they may be needed for provisions over a period of time. Greed is equally natural to both sexes, and there would always be a power imbalance in a society made up of any intelligent species. But to make sure the powerful are always within the bounds of reason, men would always be needed to step up and defend whatever territory is being contested; be it physical or intellectual.

Of course, this does mean that physically stronger sex would dominate the physically weaker sex, and there is no denying that issues would always need to be addressed and proper limits imposed. But this does not mean that the entire society should be brainwashed into believing that the two sexes can be equally strong, for not only such an assertion would require a mental and physical weakening of the inherently stronger sex, but it would also directly put the two sexes at war with each other. This two sexes going to war with each other will not solve any problems, but rather create more to contend with. But when the two sexes would have an independent and equitable space to prosper, the two will gel with each other, and be each other’s strength. And what would exemplify this better than the small band of humanity onboard five space-crafts, where neither sex needs to yield their space or rights, yet they all cover each other’s back whenever needed.

“What sort of fire are we dealing with,” Anne immediately asked.

“There are close to five hundred and forty physical warheads, each travelling at fifteen units of speed,” Jhiang detailed the incoming hostiles, “And their size apparent suggests they are multi-head projectiles; or cluster-weapons. At ten objects apiece, we are looking at close to five thousand four hundred individual incendiaries.”

“What’s our effective radio-magnetic defence shield strength at the moment Professor Dunmore,” Anne immediately sought the Professor’s evaluation.

“With our five crafts combined,” the Professor replied as he quickly calculated the strength of their projectile defence shield, “Anything above four thousand incendiaries could prove destructive to fatal. Individually we would barely resist two hundred to a thousand of them, depending upon the size of the craft. Plainly speaking; we are heavily outnumbered.”

“One minute and a half to impact,” Jhiang interrupted to update the information.

“Fifteen units of speed you said,” a concerned Aman commented as Christine managed the flight, “That’s three more than our smaller crafts’ maximum capabilities.”

“What are you thinking brave warrior,” the Tarandile continued as he gestured to his colleague, who pulled out a shining vial from his gown’s deep side pocket, “Behold the marvel of Tarandile engineering; a nano-physical poison. No it’s not chemical! No it’s not biological! It’s a machine!”

“Just that much,” Aman asked surprised as he looked at the small size of the vial.

“Don’t be mistaken by its size young warrior,” the Tarandile replied, “It works inside the host body, using the resources that body makes available, to build itself up, until it is strong enough to destroy the host body completely. It is super intelligent even though below micro levels in size.”

“That sounds impressive,” Aman however quipped with a smile, “But you might wish to know that I am not from your universe. So your Universe’s matter will not work inside my body.”

The Tarandile smiled back and replied, “Only an honest man like you could have told the truth, for another might have just taken the poison and made us make good on our side of the deal.” He then looked at his colleagues who too smiled back, and then continued, “But this batch was specifically prepared for you over the last couple of earth weeks, using matter from a planet from your universe.”

Diligence is inherently married to patience, for without patience none would invest their time in a pursuit that demands unwavering concentration and effort. It is much easier to rush in under-prepared and over-confident, than to lay low and work to improve your strengths and cover your weaknesses.

“Ten hours fifty seven minutes,” sighed Marcus as he stretched his arms and back.

“Is that all?” Rear Admiral joked as he understood his Chief Engineer was referring to how long they had been sitting idle at that place, waiting for the space tear to open.

Time feels slower when one is counting it up to something, and faster when counting it down to something. But what’s the difference between the two, one may ask! The difference is in the impact the eventuality is expected to have; one is desired, the other rarely if barely ever.

“Forty five seconds to impact,” Jhiang reminded everyone.

“Should we return fire?” Bradley asked Anne.

“Negative,” Anne replied, “There’s no point in wasting the little ammunition we have, for it would make no difference. But should we somehow survive, we might be able to find some better use for it.”

“Why do you do this?” Aman meanwhile asked the Tarandile.

“We test the bravest of the brave of every species, to see how good their specie’s moral health is, for bravery is married to morality” the Tarandile replied, “We have even tested Tyrene warriors on more than one occasion, with each one of them failing miserably. We warned this Universe’s then five world alliance, but obviously they didn’t pay head.”

“What would happen if I drank it,” Aman asked.

“Don’t you even think about it,” was Anne’s immediate cry of intervention.

“Don’t fall into the trap,” Bradley too cautioned his brother.

“For starters, the moment you will empty this vial into your digestive tract, we will teleport your entire fleet close to the space tear that you were wishing so badly for,” the Tarandile replied, “But before you decide to do so, we must tell you about your chances of securing medical intervention that removes the poison from your system before it has done any damage, and also if we have any information about how long you have to do so, or how long you could expect to live after that.”

“Ten seconds to impact,” was the final valiant warning from a sweating Jhiang.

Captain Ahluwalia really didn’t have a choice anymore. He couldn’t even have waited for the information the Tarandile were supposed to give him. “I accept your offer,” exclaimed Aman as he grabbed the vial from the Tarandile’s hand, and emptied its contents into his gut.

“No,” was a painful cry from Anne, who saw each and every moment of it on the screen in front of her. Bradley was left speechless!

Words don’t matter when duties are clear and protagonist upright! One is supposed to do something, and all that’s left is that it be done and done so properly.

“We just received a dispatch from earth,” Flight Deck Engineer Tomas Bayern informed his Captain, “They have requested our expedited return. Apparently a big meteor is headed towards our planet, and our next job is expected to be an intercept mission.”

“CFO Morris, speed up to the maximum speed our crew is capable of managing,” Captain Williams wasted no time in instructing her Chief Flight Officer, and then turned back to Tomas, “Relay our receipt of the message with an estimated time of our arrival.”

Estimations are no more than guesses until they materialize. What could often be estimated may however never materialize!

The Tarandile wasted no time in teleporting the five crafts to safety, and close to where they would have been, had they not been delayed originally. The projectiles had expectedly disintegrated into many more, but very few of those made through the space gates behind the space-ships, but whatever few did, never had a chance to pierce through the radio-magnetic defences of the caravan. Everybody was safe, except for the unknown fate of Captain Ahluwalia, who immediately gripped his stomach and nearly collapsed. Christine however stood up to give him support that he needed.

“You are indeed a man of virtues,” the Tarandile exclaimed in awe, “For you didn’t even wait for us to tell you; there is no one with technology to intervene and assist a human in removing our poison. You didn’t wait for us to tell you, that never before have we tested our poison on a human from any of the three worlds that we know. We have no idea how long you will survive.”

Perhaps that last statement was due for a quick answer, for Captain Ahluwalia immediately rolled into a ball and on to the floor as a shocked Christine let out a scream, and Anne nearly fainted. To further add to everybody’s terror, Captain Ahluwalia immediately vomited out a mass that burst into flames even before it had fully escaped his mouth.

“Amazing,” an astonished Tarandile exclaimed as his colleagues looked on equally surprised, “We can’t believe it.”

“That you have killed an innocent man,” a bitter Christine blurted out.

“No, he’s not dead,” the Tarandile replied, “And he won’t die.” His words however surprised everyone. The Tarandile however knelt down and put his hand on Aman’s shoulder, who was now finally feeling a bit easy. “It appears that the radioactivity your race has been forced to live with, has become such an integral part of your bodies, that the radiations immediately destroyed our poison,” the Tarandile tried to explain what had just happened, “In order to avoid our poison technology falling into wrong hands, it is designed to self destruct in case it is incapable of working, or is removed by medical intervention. And as it happens, due to the nano nature of the particles making up the poison, they are vulnerable to radio-active radiations.”

“So you mean his body has been relieved of all your poison,” a concerned Anne asked.

“Absolutely,” the Tarandile replied as he pulled out a gadget to inspect Aman’s chest and abdomen, “And relieved without much damage except minor abrasions, caused by our self destructing poison. Nothing more than a mere discomfort for a couple of days should be expected.”

His words spread a wild cheer amongst every soul present on the five spaceships.

Aman finally managed to get back on to his feet, with some assistance from the Tarandile and Christine. “You said three worlds,” Aman however was curious about a statement the Tarandile had made barely moments ago.

“There are many forms of matter, all existing in complementary forms,” the Tarandile replied, “Of three such complementary forms, you are already familiar with two; one making up your universe, and one making up this. But there is a third form that makes up another Universe that we know. And like homo-zygotic twins, they are broadly similar in most aspects, and yet have very fine differences. There is a world like yours in the third one too, but different from the two that you know so far. That one has neither seen a third world war, and nor an alien invasion. Just like the world in this universe, you will find everything you people have sorely missed because of the destruction caused by the war, but of course, you cannot relish any of it beyond a physical enjoyment of its beauty.”

“But will we ever get there,” Bradley asked.

“Your species just might one day,” the Tarandile replied, “For one of your teams have already discovered the principle that works behind this natural phenomenon that you are using to your advantage. Our own technology is based on that principle.”

“How do you know,” Anne asked.

“For the only species in a hundred universes with teleportation technology,” the Tarandile replied, “We are highly underrated by everybody else as far as our technological advancement is concerned. It just so happens; we are way more responsible.”

“But we will not be one of them, for we are grateful for what you have done for us today,” Aman however replied.

“We wish you good luck and comfortable stay at your new home,” the Tarandile however quipped as he and his colleagues opened up a portal to leave, and a space tear started to open up some distance in front of the caravan.

“Our new home,” a surprised Aman exclaimed as he looked curiously at the Tarandile who was going to be the last one to leave, “You guys can see the future?”

“No,” replied the Tarandile shaking his head in negative, “But we know our universe very well.” He then stepped inside the portal and turned around to say one last thing, “You might even find the sites where we mined to get the materials for your poison.” And the portal closed, leaving Aman and everybody dumbfounded.

“Did I just see a piece of rock fly through that space tear,” Captain Davis however had all his concentration devoted to managing the five crafts through the space tear.

“Wait,” Jhiang however immediately cautioned, “That was no rock! The radar shows a space ship!”

“Camouflage,” was the concerned call that Captain Davis made about the finding.


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