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God Of A Man
Infinity Confined

“Love forever will be judged by the yardstick of a mother, and comfort by the yardstick of a home.”

Chapter Seventeen: Home is always warmer
Dated: 24th October, 2460

Comparisons come naturally in chronology, after the discovery and identification. When a person finds something, their first instinct is to understand what it is, and the next is to classify. But to classify, one needs to compare the unknown or the little known, with the well known. This is where subjective evaluations come into picture. Each person experiences life differently, and have different perceptions about what they already know. So there might be a tendency to misjudge the place value of the new find. A scientist knows this pitfall, and puts extra effort to ensure the objectivity of his observations and judgment is maintained. This is why the scientific method is so important.

But some experiences however are common to all mankind, even when someone might not have experienced them at all. Consider the examples of children who lost their mothers when very young, or the homeless. The two will never experience the love of the mother or the warmth of a home, respectively, all their lives, and yet they know exactly how what they have missed must feel like. This is because of the inherent instinct amongst humans, to construct emotions, feelings and experiences out of nothing, by the sheer power of imagination.

Then of course, as would happen in the due course of life, one will invariably find love, and one will invariably end up at a temporary resting place. And yet, the point of comparison for the new experience would always rest around the depth and warmth of the love of their mother, or the comfort and warmth of their home, as the case may be. These later two represent the epitome for the two classes of experience, and will remain so, until the day mothers will stop caring for their kids, and there would no longer be a place called permanent home for the people to live the major part of their lives in. The attachment points will simply no longer exist, and thus too the comparison metrics for the basic human need of security.

The entire crew of the Spaceship ‘Maa’ had been eagerly awaiting the return of their own kind for two days, ever since Margaret first informed them that Bradley had been picked up. The basic details of the experience had been shared between the Defence Core Committee members, the highlights and stories however were in search of a better time.

“Brother, good to see you back,” Captain Aman Ahluwalia was the first to welcome him back with a warm hug.

“It’s good to see you again too, brother,” Bradley reciprocated. It appeared as if the presumed misgivings of the escape from Earth have finally seized to haunt the duo’s delicate relationship, or have at least for the moment.

“Captain Connors,” Anne however had much business to take care of, “Good to see you back, and it is really a shame we can’t allow you any rest. The Core Committee has got some real problems to discuss solutions of; right now!”

The power of right now is the power of urgency. It demands immediate action. The worst will not happen unless the right now has been missed.

“Sir, why can’t we just go and find our earth instead?” the co-pilot of NSSS Full Bloom, Gerry Gold, asked his commanding officer, Rear Admiral Gurubaan Ahluwalia.

“The problem is that we have nothing to offer to the world even if we find it first,” the Rear Admiral replied, “We can go looking for our earth first, but then even if we find it, we will have no solution to offer for their troubles.”

“But Sir, can’t we look for the solutions later?” Gerry asked.

“We can, but it would become all the more difficult,” Rear Admiral replied, “We are already running behind schedule of our counterparts on NSSS Maa, and the more time we will spend going back to find the remaining earth, further back we will fall, almost to the extent that we might not be able to assist our people at all. Besides, we are not even sure if the remaining earth still exists.”

“But Sir, that could be the case with our counterparts on NSSS Maa as well,” Lieutenant Jake Reginald expressed his doubts, “Who knows if they are still on course, and have not been attacked by the alien company whose activity was captured by our radar?”

“Yes, the chances of finding either our Earth, or our friends on NSSS Maa appear to be slim,” Rear Admiral weighed on the thoughts, “But the problem with going for the first one is; we would be further detached from the job we have on our hands, than going for the latter. If we go after our counterparts, we would still be looking for a new home, while if we go back for our earth, we would be wasting time in finding our earth first, and then starting the search for a new home all over again, from the scratch, but at the disadvantage of a long delay. Compare this to the situation where we find a new home first, before we find either of the two. In that situation we would have a place to settle first, and then launch rescues in either direction, perhaps even simultaneously. And in this later scenario, time will not be a restriction on us.”

Restrictions are meant not to stop the future from happening, but to try and alter it. Future will materialize in time, but restricting the present might alter its character, or so is hoped. But the problem with restrictions is; they let the ailments aggregate, so much that when the future finally arrives, whatever it brings gets undone by the rotten substrate it is left to operate upon. This is why it is so important to not restrict the flow of the present, but rather to guide it in a meaningful direction.

“Jack, wake up,” a brighter looking Jenny nudged the young one, to try and wake him up from his long deserved sleep, “Look, I’ve made a special vegetable soup for you.”

“Jenny, you are alright, yeah,” the cheerful lad’s joy knew no bounds when he found his saviour up and brimming with light and warmth.

“Yes I am, and you know what that means,” Jenny exclaimed as she gave him a warm hug, “We are continuing your studies today.”

“Oh, kill joy,” and immediately the boy’s shoulders dropped by two levels to the floor.

In spite of their appearances, need and necessity are not the same. A man’s need might extend to the whole world and beyond, depending upon his greed, but his necessity is always limited by the urgent demand of his situation.

“I wish I could have put it any differently,” Bradley exclaimed at the end of a long drawn out discussion about the future of the mission, “But unfortunately we have no choice. Our fate has exposed our vulnerability right into our faces, and howsoever we may wish to, we cannot escape the cruel reality as it stands right now.”

“But what you are suggesting Captain Connors,” Anne however counter argued once more, “Will not only hold us back on this pitch dark planet for months, if not years, but is also based on an untested hypothesis. How do we know the alien science that you have learned, the technology you have stolen, the one that belongs to a race of an entirely different Universe, can actually be extrapolated onto our scientific knowledge? How do we know we can actually build spaceships like theirs’, from the matter that exists on a planet of our universe? And we are yet to discuss how to arrange for everything that is needed to bring to life such a magnum opus, and how to build things from the scratch.”

“We have two weeks, as you’ve already mentioned, of hanging around the periphery of this planet, trying to fix our broken ship,” Bradley replied to her queries, “This should be enough for our scientific team to figure out whether what I have to share can be extrapolated onto our scientific knowledge. And in the meantime, while we would be circling around this planet, we can scan it’s subsurface for valuable information about metal contents it holds, and where to find them. From there on, it would just be a matter of getting down there and building the new spaceships, the ones that would carry humanity forward safely and fast across the space.”

“The problem is not that we can’t figure out what you are suggesting, in the time that we have been forced to hibernate for,” Anne however persisted in her reluctance to the proposal, “The problem is that at the end of our forced hibernation, we will have no time to waste but head for the next space tear straight away. If we were to continue on the plan that you are suggesting, we would miss not just that one, but potentially the next ones too. And the worst part is; there is no way of predicting today if what you are proposing would actually provide us a ship that is as capable as what you want us to hope it would be.”

“There is no reason why our scientific team will not be able to assess the merits of the proposed model before we embark on such an expansive plan,” Bradley however countered her argument again, “And besides the point is; we don’t need to build new ships because they would be faster or deadlier. Rather we need to build new ships because they would be safer. These aliens are the second people we have already encountered on our journey, whose technology is far more superior to ours. This time we have managed to survive, but only so far. Next time we may not be so lucky.”

“But why should we only expect hostility?” Charles Harrison asked him this time.

“Because we are not yet out of the hostile space in the first place,” Bradley replied, “And secondly, the possibility of future hostility is as much alive as much the probability of that not being the case. The choice rather is; are we going to be the sitting ducks again, can we afford to, or are we going to give us the edge that we need for even peaceful negotiations.”

“I don’t think we have much choice in this matter,” Chris Davis finally decided to add his weight behind Bradley’s proposal, “We need the upgrade, and right now we are in a position where we have possible resources at our disposal. Tomorrow we might not have such a largesse, should we find ourselves in a similar situation.”

“What do you suggest Captain Ahluwalia?” Anne asked Aman for his opinion on the matter.

“It is true we are supposed to make a decision based on probabilities,” Aman started his reply on a reflective note, “But the factors that probably weigh in the favour of the proposal are, as mentioned by Chief Flight Officer, the current availability of resources. We can deal with any situation provided we are ready and able to deal with any situation. Without this level of preparedness, I think it would be foolhardy to embark on a mission. Captain Connors’ suggestions are worth taking a note off. Besides, we are not supposed to make a decision until our scientific staff have really had an opportunity to critically evaluate the knowledge Captain Connors brings to us.”

“But what makes you two think that the aliens won’t come looking for us right now and destroy us while we have still not repaired our ship?” Anne asked the most obvious question.

“There is a very small chance of that happening,” Bradley replied, an uneasy confirmation of her worst fears, “And if that happens we are doomed. But something tells me that won’t be the case.”

“And what makes you so sure?” Anne however was immediately curious about the faint light of hope Bradley had to offer.

“These people are already in the middle of a major Universal conflict,” Bradley replied, “A reason their mighty forces are not already looking for our backs is that most of their manpower has been dispatched to the frontlines. They only have basic defences in place, and the kind of damage this little incident between us has caused them, I am sure they would be reluctant to embark on such an adventure anytime soon.”

“Wait; did you say a Universal conflict?” Aman was immediately interested in knowing a bit more about the aliens’ current engagement.

“Trust me, we are not the first ones who have stolen their technology,” Bradley replied, “Apparently some very inferior race that they tried to use to their ends, stole their technology and has now developed into the newest most powerful race of their Universe, decisively tilting the balance of power in favour of their adversaries. And now these guys are at the receiving end of the war that they were originally winning comfortably.”

“Who are these guys?” Aman asked out of curiosity.

“They call themselves Tyrenes,” Bradley nonchalantly replied, “But that’s not the most interesting aspect about their story. Guess what the race that stole their technology is called?”


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