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GOD Of A Man

Eternity Versus Eternity


“The only virtue that measures up to the future’s yardstick is conscience.”


Chapter Ten: Demand And Sacrifice

Dated: 19th December, 2459


Future is never perfect, for it is always judgemental. Present works hard to create a future it desires, only to be questioned for its’ inadequacies and failings. But howsoever upright, impartial and judicious the future might be; it can never relive the manipulating forces that played upon the present out of which it was born. Actions are always a balance between desires and demands; the means and modus operandi being determined by the former, the end result being governed by the later. The future itself is modelled along the lines of the former, but the final outcome is invariably determined by the successful achievement of the later. Judging an action in retrospect is fraught with the inconsistencies arising out of missing influences that determined its’ execution originally. What transpired to invite an action may not be factually important for the history of mankind, but is enlightening about the evolution of a society.


What plays out in present is always contextually relevant for the actors, and to every extent justified by their immediate requirements. Action is always warranted by the situation, even if it might not be the best choice to be made under a given set of circumstances. However, subjects vary of scrutiny by the keepers of time can make their decisions everlasting if they base their decisions and choices on the call of conscience. Future can be heartless in dealing with facts, and ruthless in passing judgement, but conscience remains consistent across the barriers of time. Morality stays the same! It’s the subjects whose adherence to it varies. An honest observation can never miss a glaring truth in a pile of falsehood.


Conscience, as is it complex to define, as is it important! Conscience is the heart beat of the society. A society may not be destroyed by war, plague or a natural disaster, and it continues to live in the history. A society however dies with its’ conscience! What continues to live is a dead body, both in history, as well as in time. Conscience is also the sieve that filters out society’s gold from dust, and New Saisho seems to be fairly rich for its’ small numbers.


“What’s our current speed Sergeant Schaeffer?” Captain Aman asked the man on job for the night Sergeant Alfonso Schaeffer.


“Currently cruising along at twenty five Nautical miles per hour,” Sergeant Schaeffer replied.


“Go full throttle Sergeant, nothing less than thirty three at any cost,” Aman replied, “I want to make it to the Shooting Darts region latest by three in the morning. That’s where I would like you to stop the vessel and wake me up before we continue navigating. We need to make through that region latest by four in the evening.”


There is a thin line that differentiates haste from speed. When on speed the movements are still co-ordinated, the activity follows a plan, adjustments are possible and results are in line with predictions. But haste is marked with discord, falling apart of plans or lack of them altogether, thus making adjustments impossible, and results can be contrary to both expectations and intentions. Speed can deteriorate into haste when the activity is delayed by indiscipline and lack of adherence to the time frame suggested for the plan. Haste however cannot be improved into speed by any amount of discipline for valuable time has already been lost, and most of the adjustments are meant to diminish the damage.


“Captain, may I please,” Doctor Xavier made an obvious reference to Captain Connors who was sitting opposite to him in the military chopper that was flying them to Libyan shores.


“What can I do for you Doctor,” Bradley teased him as if he didn’t know what the doctor was asking for.


“Captain, I need to see you hand,” Xavier replied.


“I didn’t know you were into palmistry. Please tell me what lies in my future,” Bradley asked as he thrust his wrong hand forward while his men smirked at the poor chap’s plight.


“Oh GOD, why me? This is so ridiculous,” Doctor Xavier murmured to himself before stating, “Your other hand Captain.”


“If you insist Doctor, but I must make it clear, I am not offering my hand in marriage,” Bradley quipped.


“Ha, Ha, Ha, you are so funny,” Doctor Xavier replied grimacing, “But you are not my type anyway.” And Doctor Xavier tried to grab his hand for inspection, but Bradley pulled it away, joking, “You break my heart Doctor! Are you saying I am not good looking?”


“Look Captain, let’s not make each other’s job tough,” Xavier pleaded, “I’ll have a quick look and we’ll forget about it for the next fifteen minutes.”


“I refuse,” Captain Bradley continued teasing the poor bloke.


“Ok fine! Do whatever you feel like,” Doctor Xavier got incensed.


Bradley got up from his seat, stepped to the other side and took a seat next to Doctor Xavier. “What do you mean doctor?” he asked putting his arm around Doctor’s shoulder.


“Oh my GOD, you are a soldier Captain,” Doctor Xavier complained.


“Please don’t hold that against me,” Bradley quipped, “Now where were we?”


“I can’t believe I am stuck with this bunch for the next how long? Centuries I guess,” Doctor Xavier was getting frustrated.


“Its’ going to be so fun,” Bradley added with a big broad teasing smile on his face while Xavier turned his face away hatefully.


“Oh my GOD your finger has swelled up,” Doctor Xavier exclaimed as he noticed Captain’s hand that he had put around his shoulder. He immediately grabbed Captain’s hand and pulled it over his head to have a better look at it.


“This is getting serious Captain,” Xavier commented as he pulled out his magnifying glass to inspect the prick marks on Bradley’s thumb and index finger.


“Bee sting doctor,” Bradley shrugged his shoulders in a disconnected demeanour.


“You don’t know nothing about biology Captain,” Xavier replied, “I need to call Doctor Suzanne immediately to have a second opinion.


“How can she give a second opinion when she can’t even look at it,” Private Simmons asked.


“I don’t need her second opinion about the wound officer,” Doctor Xavier replied, “I just want to know if she supports my decision to give Captain Bradley’s finger and thumb a small incision to clean his wounds.”


“Oh C’mon now, it’s just a small prick, and will get better by tomorrow,” Bradley exclaimed.


“It may or it might not,” Xavier answered, “But if it doesn’t, we might not be able to fix what has gone wrong. So it’s more about taking precautions.” Xavier’s reply quietened everyone. “Can you please connect me with the base camp in Kuwait where Doctor Suzanne is?” Xavier asked the co-pilot of the chopper.


“Sure mate,” the co-pilot replied as he grabbed a wireless piece, tuned the radio to a certain frequency, and spoke into the microphone, “Charlie calling Delta Nine, are you receiving?”


Commitment is often a loosely understated expectation, willingly accepted by the bearer. What often comes bundled alongside the packaged duty is the burden of sacrifice. The moment a person accepts a proposal, not only is he expected to fulfil the promise to see the deed through, but also is he expected to forgo any personal comfort, desire or benefit that may hinder the achievement of desired results.


“Jhiang, you are still working?” a familiar voice called from behind.


“Sir,” Jhiang turned around, wiping his tears with one hand, his other still attached to the keyboard of his computer, as if permanently glued to it, “Thanks Sir! Sir, Hameed is gone!” And Jhiang broke down. “I couldn’t save him! I couldn’t,” Jhiang was inconsolable as he slid from his chair, on to the floor, on his knees.


“Hey, hey, young man, gather yourself together and tell me what happened,” Doctor Jonathan Yardley knelt beside him, put his arms around his shoulders and comforted him.


“Sir, I couldn’t warn him in time,” Jhiang was inconsolable but somehow managed to explain Doctor Jonathan in brief as to what had transpired. Even Doctor Jonathan wasn’t left untouched as he took his glasses off and wiped off his tears.


“You are a brave son of this land,” Doctor Jonathan said, trying hard to control his emotions as he comforted his ward, “I am proud of you! You were firm with your job even in the face of great personal loss, for I know how close you two friends have been since your student days at the institute. But son, you real test remains and you need to gear up for that. You need to inform his widow!”


“I can’t sir! I will not be able to face her,” Jhiang shook his head haplessly.


“You need to figure out a way for I won’t be able to do it,” Doctor Yardley replied, “Perhaps ask your wife to do it!”


“I haven’t even told her yet sir, I haven’t even told it to myself,” Jhiang replied, “My best friend is gone forever and I am still busy with my work! Shame on me! He will never forgive me for this.”


“No, no! He will be proud of you son! You’ve done a great job, the right job, for if you hadn’t done it, we would have lost much more,” Doctor Yardley praised Jhiang’s commitment in the face of an extreme sacrifice, “You saved the day for New Saisho! But your work is still not finished. I wish I could have said that but unfortunately, we are still in grave danger. As enormous as your loss is, New Saisho still looks up to you for help son! You may not have had a chance to save your friend, but you still have a chance to save many others from a similar fate.”


“I know sir, that’s why I called you,” Jhiang replied, “I have created the basic model but now I need to make it complex so as to be able to make predictions on a more comprehensive scale.”


“Yes, you mentioned it on the phone,” Doctor Yardley replied nodding his head in affirmation, “I have called Research Fellow Nagarjuna Reddy and he will be here anytime now to assist you with the current model. But what exactly is happening and why do you need another pair of hands? Not that we can’t spare another pair, but you are aware of how we are running short on manpower at the moment with so much happening around.”


“I realize sir but I desperately need someone to predict using the current model, while I work on a more complex version,” Jhiang answered his query.


“So what does your model explain,” Doctor Yardley asked.


“Sir, I still haven’t figured out as to what is actually happening, but I know for sure that the events that have been happening so far are all a part of the same series. Their source is located about fifty billion light years away,” Jhiang explained, “The events are radiating out of the source in a spherical outburst, and are travelling at the speed of light, just like electro-magnetic waves.”


“So you mean they are travelling just like light! That’s interesting,” Doctor Yardley quipped, stroking his chin with his finger as he balanced his face in his hand, his elbow resting on his knee, his foot on a chair, while he stood there looking intently at the model on the computer screen. “So, how and why do the things disappear, and why is there so much variation in size?”


“Sir I made a guess for the model and it worked out fine,” Jhiang replied, “The events that have happened so far are all accurately predictable using the model. The phenomenon is travelling in waves of various wavelengths, and wherever a wave hits its’ amplitude maximum, and there happens to be present something at that exact spot, the object disappears. The size of the object that goes missing depends upon the amplitude itself. Bigger the amplitude, bigger is the chunk of matter that will be lost.”


“And much of space is empty,” Doctor Yardley added his bits.


“Yes Sir,” Jhiang replied, “The waves keep travelling until they hit something.”


“That sounds strange!” Doctor Yardley said, shaking his head in disbelief, “But what’s the problem with your current model?”


“Sir, the model is only meant to predict one event at a time and cannot make predictions for simultaneous events,” Jhiang replied, “To make it more informative and practically suited to our needs I will need a super fast computer, and I need to make the new model mobile so as to be fitted into a spaceship if the need arises.”


“I don’t understand,” Doctor Yardley was a bit confused by the last part of the statement, “Why do you think we need a mobile version of the software?”


“Sir, not just the mobile version of the software, I will need some new equipment onboard the new craft that would track the craft’s course in space,” Jhiang replied.


“But why will we need a new tracking system for the craft,” Doctor Yardley asked.


“Sir, in case we are forced to flee Earth, we will need a software that would remember the starting point of the journey of the craft, and also how far the craft has travelled and in what directions,” Jhiang answered, “Once in space, we won’t have any help from the Satellite system to provide us an estimate of our position, or where the next event is taking place. It will all have to be done by the software itself. There will be no one on Earth to give us directions!”




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