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GOD Of A Man

Eternity Versus Eternity

 

“Faith is important till one finds the truth.”

 

Chapter Fourteen: Hold on for me

Dated: 19th December 2459

 

Faith has a significant role to play in the evolution of myth into science, and a herd into society. Faith on one hand has to unite distinct classes on some common grounds, and on the other, it has to provide a hope to everyone pitching in with their efforts, as the society develops over the time. Ego however is the contradictory force which balances out the work of faith. Ego is not only a precipitator of differences, thus inducing divide, it also challenges the impression cast upon a suspecting mind by an unquestionable genius. While faith is egalitarian, ego is selfish.

 

Every progress sprouts out of a seed sowed in the soil of faith. Faith makes people believe in future, have hope, and be motivated to seek answers to questions raised by their present. Faith lasts as long as the truth is not revealed. Once the truth is revealed, the faith is either replaced by a fact, or enlightenment. Yes, enlightenment is not the same as knowing the facts. Knowing the facts is about getting the answers you desired for your questions. Enlightenment meanwhile is the understanding, what you always believed in was indeed never true. Truth can be both the emancipation of faith, as well as its’ watershed moment. Progress however is independent of the fate of faith, for irrespective of what transpires of faith, progress will still be achieved.

 

But what happens when one attains enlightenment? Do they lose their will to fight for a better future? Do they lose their hope? Once truth is not a mystery, one is not perturbed by the future, for it is not unpredictable anymore. If anything, the knowledge of the future might actually motivate the person to try and change it, for future might not be a rosy picture indeed otherwise. New Saisho is on the verge of enlightenment of its’ own, at test will be its’ will and intent to survive.

 

“Wow,” Anne exclaimed as she enjoyed the wide view out of a jet plane’s canopy.

 

“You enjoying the flight girl,” Captain Davis asked Anne.

 

“This is breathtaking, the view,” Anne said, “The sky looks so beautiful, the clouds amazing. The constricted view from the miniature passenger aircrafts' windows compares nothing to this.”

 

“Wait till I show you the world upside down,” Chris exclaimed, “Buckle up girl. You’re going to remember this ride for the rest of your life.”

 

“No, no, no,” Anne exclaimed desperately as Chris twisted the jet upside down. Anne shrieked herself hoarse as if she was on a roller coaster.

 

“Enjoying it,” Chris quipped.

 

“Don’t do that again or I’ll throw up all over you,” Anne replied. Chris laughed it off.

 

“I’ll show you something,” Chris exclaimed as he put his hand in his front pocket.

 

“No please, don’t perform any more stunts,” Anne pleaded desperately from behind.

 

“Here, see this picture,” Chris said as he handed her a picture, “She’s my wife, and isn’t she beautiful?”

 

Anne looked at the picture adoringly and complemented, “She is indeed! And this must be your daughter in the picture with you two!”

 

“She’s our little angel,” the proud father replied, “Almost five now, but talks like she’s our mother; wants to be a pilot like her father!”

 

“You have such a lovely little family,” Anne was touched by the warmth emanating from an image.

 

“It’s my whole world,” Chris exclaimed, “Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my job. But at the end of the day, these are the people I am going back to.”

 

Anne had already been carried far away by some thoughts. After a brief silence Chris asked her, “What about you? Have you got a partner or a boyfriend?”

 

Life is not merely a collection of either accomplishments or memories alone. How lonely must a man be whose accomplishments do not attach memories of shared joy, and how worthless his life be if his memories have nothing to feel proud of!

 

“I assure you Miss Jenny, Captain Ahluwalia is doing well,” Lieutenant Schneider was answering another call from a desperate Jenny, who wanted to know if the love of her life was alright.

 

“Can I talk to him,” Jenny asked from the other end.

 

“I unfortunately cannot pass on your call to him at the moment,” Schneider had no choice but to refuse her request of having an audience with her heart, “It is his own explicit orders!”

 

“How come you always refuse me but let every other damn chic in the world talk to him?” Jenny was in deep anguish.

 

“I am sorry once again Miss Jenny, but I cannot help you on this one. The call from the Secretary to the President Miss Anne De Villiers was an official communication and couldn’t have been refused,” Schneider tried to explain their position.

 

Jenny broke down and said, “Just tell him to call me once, as soon as he is available. Tell him I’ll be waiting!”

 

Love and peace are like estranged neighbours; living in the same street, yet cannot stand each other’s presence for much of the time. While both connect two or more people together, yet they exist in seemingly anti-parallel dimensions. Peace exists even when there may be no love between the two warring sides, and love gives neither of the two halves in a relationship any peace.

 

“Watch your step boys, the wall’s rough with protruding rocks, the walkway is narrow, uneven and slightly tilted towards the steep fall on the other side,” Bradley advised Doctor Xavier and his man, the two people following him step by step, as they made their way across the remnants of the small network of underground passages at the site.

 

“What could have possibly happened at the other site, and how do we know the same thing won’t happen here,” Doctor Xavier asked.

 

“My job is not to find reasons Doctor,” Bradley replied, “I am the solution.”

 

“And my job is to do both,” Doctor Xavier quipped, but before he could complete his sentence, he lost his footing on a tricky piece of rock sticking out of the uneven floor, and his hand lost the grip of the wall. A panic stricken Doctor Xavier shrieked as he struggled to regain balance. He would have tumbled down the steep fall had Captain Bradley not swiftly turned around and grabbed his arm at the right moment.

 

“Careful Doctor or you’ll get buried in an open grave,” Bradley exclaimed.

 

Doctor Xavier paled out of fear as he first looked at Bradley, then at the steep fall, and then at Bradley’s face again. In the dim light of his head lamp, Doctor Xavier stared deep into Bradley’s eyes for the first time, which made Bradley uncomfortable as he quickly turned his face away. However Xavier was stupefied for a moment, his gaze fixated at something he couldn’t see, his jaw left hanging.

 

“Lets’ move doctor,” the soldier behind him tapped his shoulder, and they continued their walk.

 

The damning thing about fear is its’ ability to stun the intelligence, even if momentarily. What makes fear so potent is its’ linkage to something a subject is attached to. Fear attacks what selfishness holds dear. And the reason fear is so effective is, before a person can analyse and react, the first thing that occupies their mind is the future; how their loss will affect them, how will they survive, and is there a replacement handy. The question as to how best to avoid the feared fate is always an afterthought, hence the delay.

 

“Mr President, the telescopic instruments for the satellite are now ready,” Doctor Stephen Sebastian was updating the president about his team’s efforts, “We can launch it in two weeks time, and in another couple, all the data Doctor Yardley’s team needs will be available.”

 

“That is encouraging Doctor Sebastian, but what is the progress with our new space craft,” the President asked, “How much is the passenger carrying capacity, and how many like it can be readied? We need something which flies faster than anything ever made.”

 

“Sir, both the liquid stage and solid stage propellant based technologies have their limitations. But once we get some high grade Uranium and technology to keep it stable in storage, we can really think of introducing our nuclear fuelled technology into the crafts,” Doctor Sebastian replied.

 

“Doctor, we don’t have much time,” President explained to him, “We need a craft that can carry as many people as it can, at unimaginable speeds, and which is sustainable over extended periods of time in space. And we need the craft ready as soon as we can. Our survival might ultimately rest on it.”

 

“Sir, all those requirements will put a sever constraint on the craft’s carrying capacity,” Doctor Sebastian tried to explain, “We will need a lot of technology onboard, which includes not only water and oxygen reclamation technologies, food storage and living area, but also, fuel storage, and quite possibly uranium enrichment and refining facilities, that is in case we will be depending upon leeching Uranium from other planets and heavenly bodies over the course of the travel. And if all this has to be achieved maintaining high speed travel abilities, it restricts the size of the craft even further.”

 

“Give me a head count doctor,” the President inquired.

 

“I am afraid, twenty five at the best,” Doctor Sebastian replied.

 

Doctor’s reply shocked the President who murmured, “That is nothing!”

 

“I know Mr President,” the Doctor continued, “There are only two options; either we take many onboard and sacrifice the speed requirements, which will be a suicide, or we can take a few onboard, give ourselves an edge in speed, but there is still no guarantee.”

 

“What do you mean Doctor,” the President asked.

 

“Smaller size will give us a chance to develop a much faster craft, and depending upon the available time, we might just make more than a couple of crafts, but even then,” the doctor continued, “With all the improvements we might be able to affect in our technology, we still won’t be able to survive more than six to nine months in space unless we find an alternate home, plus food source.”

 

There was silence at the other end.

 

A solution is not defined to be so by the content matter it presents, but rather by the purpose it serves, for the content matter might itself raise a new question. At best a revelation of facts, relevant or otherwise, only represents new learning. What matters is how that new learning is put to use, both as a culmination point for a previous thirst, as well as a trigger for a new quest.

 

As Captain Aman Ahluwalia commandeered his men, knelt next to the edge of his motor boat, holding on to its’ side with one hand, and clasping his chest with the other, the noise of the Hummingbird landing on his battleship was the least pleasing of sounds for him.

 

“Alpha two to alpha one, tell the pilot to cut out the engine noise,” Aman asked his men in the control room onboard NSS ‘The Mighty’.

 

As two of his men helped the plane to be secured to the front deck, Lieutenant Schneider stepped forward to greet the lovely lassie Anne De Villiers as she disembarked, “Welcome to NSS ‘The Mighty’ Miss De Villiers. Hope you had a nice flight!”

 

“Thank you Lieutenant Schneider,” Anne remarked as she strained her eyes to read the rank and name of the officer on his lapel label, “I’ve brought the anti-dote needed for your Captain. I see you’ve continued on your journey even when he’s indisposed. I am impressed. How is your Captain though?”

 

“Thanks for your generous appreciation Miss De Villiers, but we are proceeding very much under the direct command of the Captain himself,” Schneider graciously replied as he took a few steps towards the edge of the deck and pointed towards his Captain.

 

Anne was left agape as she stepped towards the edge and had the first glimpse of the warrior on a mission.

 

 

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