thank you. I’m fine.”
In an attempt to
make up for any bad impression he might be guilty of, he stammered, “And, uh,
thank you for the, um…clothes.” He grimaced. This was not going well.
“Please be at ease.
I am here to assist you. Ask me any questions you wish.”
Now that he had a
chance to speak to Nemesis, he wondered where to begin. Perhaps the beginning,
he decided. He wasn’t sure exactly how to start.
“Who or what are
you?”
“Who I am requires
a lengthy explanation. What I am is best understood by most sentient life as a
living form of dark energy and matter. Those of my kind were born the instant
after the great beginning of light, what you refer to as the Big Bang. Over
many eons, we have evolved to our present state. After studying your literature
during this visit to Earth, I think you would find it easier to think of me as
an invisible spaceship that explores your galaxy and also defends it when
necessary.” Nemesis
stopped speaking.
Invisible spaceship
from the Big Bang, Drake repeated the words over and over in his mind. Okay.
The “who” she was could wait, he eventually decided.
“And what is Evana?”
“She is my pilot.
Through the exchange of energy between us, we reach speeds far in excess of
what you call light speed. My kind all have pilots now. We call this period of
time the Eon of Evolution and the present age is the Age of Pilots.I
chose to remain in your galaxy. The rest of my kind spread out across the
universe to explore other galaxies.”
“Not all of them
have gone, have they?”
“They were all
gone. Now at least one has returned. Do not concern yourself about the wraith.
I will destroy him.”
“And his pilot?”
“When the wraith
dies, the pilot dies with him, always.”
“Good info,” Drake
mumbled. He wandered back to the lounge and sat. Not wanting to even
contemplate the fate in store for any pilot, he changed the subject.
“Have you always
called yourself Nemesis?”
“No. I chose that
name for myself during the Age of Consciousness, in the Eon of Awareness, which
was long before the Eon of Evolution—”
“Sorry,” Drake
interrupted her. “Wrong question, I think.”
“Evana does not
like to hear much of the history either.”
He could almost
swear he heard her laugh. Drake chuckled, and asked, “Do you think of yourself
as a wraith or something else?”
“ From the beginning,
we’ve thought of ourselves as That Which Is Not Light. In this eon, we divided
our numbers to becomeLegion, Colony, Fleet, Horde and Tribe. As you
already know, I was part of Tribe until I chose to go alone. During my time
with Tribe , the sentient life forms we came in contact with have called
us by many names, some of which translate as phantoms, wraiths, ghosts, demons,
black fleet, creators and gods. On your Earth, my name was given to a goddess
from Evana’s time. Ghost ship is how she prefers to call my kind, and I prefer
the term also. However, I think of all invaders as wraiths and do not tolerate
them in this galaxy.” Nemesis paused, as if waiting for him to respond.
Drake remained
silent for several moments, lost in thought. It was unimaginable to think of a
being as old as Nemesis. Just knowing Evana was from a time over two thousand
years before his was hard enough. She must’ve been alive before or near the
time of Alexander the Great, if his memory of ancient history was correct. How
incredible, he marveled. But what now? And why?
“Nemesis, Evana
said you chose me for her. Why?”
“Yes. She was
lonely. You are perfect for her, are you not?”
“Lonely?” Drakewasn’t
sure if he felt flattered or used somehow. “So your pilot gets lonely and you
go out and find me? I’m her perfect playmate now?”
“How is it you find
insult by this, Drake?” Before he could defend his position, Nemesis continued
sternly. “Evana is my most beloved pilot, and has been with me longer than any
other. Together we are more powerful than any
In an attempt to
make up for any bad impression he might be guilty of, he stammered, “And, uh,
thank you for the, um…clothes.” He grimaced. This was not going well.
“Please be at ease.
I am here to assist you. Ask me any questions you wish.”
Now that he had a
chance to speak to Nemesis, he wondered where to begin. Perhaps the beginning,
he decided. He wasn’t sure exactly how to start.
“Who or what are
you?”
“Who I am requires
a lengthy explanation. What I am is best understood by most sentient life as a
living form of dark energy and matter. Those of my kind were born the instant
after the great beginning of light, what you refer to as the Big Bang. Over
many eons, we have evolved to our present state. After studying your literature
during this visit to Earth, I think you would find it easier to think of me as
an invisible spaceship that explores your galaxy and also defends it when
necessary.” Nemesis
stopped speaking.
Invisible spaceship
from the Big Bang, Drake repeated the words over and over in his mind. Okay.
The “who” she was could wait, he eventually decided.
“And what is Evana?”
“She is my pilot.
Through the exchange of energy between us, we reach speeds far in excess of
what you call light speed. My kind all have pilots now. We call this period of
time the Eon of Evolution and the present age is the Age of Pilots.I
chose to remain in your galaxy. The rest of my kind spread out across the
universe to explore other galaxies.”
“Not all of them
have gone, have they?”
“They were all
gone. Now at least one has returned. Do not concern yourself about the wraith.
I will destroy him.”
“And his pilot?”
“When the wraith
dies, the pilot dies with him, always.”
“Good info,” Drake
mumbled. He wandered back to the lounge and sat. Not wanting to even
contemplate the fate in store for any pilot, he changed the subject.
“Have you always
called yourself Nemesis?”
“No. I chose that
name for myself during the Age of Consciousness, in the Eon of Awareness, which
was long before the Eon of Evolution—”
“Sorry,” Drake
interrupted her. “Wrong question, I think.”
“Evana does not
like to hear much of the history either.”
He could almost
swear he heard her laugh. Drake chuckled, and asked, “Do you think of yourself
as a wraith or something else?”
“ From the beginning,
we’ve thought of ourselves as That Which Is Not Light. In this eon, we divided
our numbers to becomeLegion, Colony, Fleet, Horde and Tribe. As you
already know, I was part of Tribe until I chose to go alone. During my time
with Tribe , the sentient life forms we came in contact with have called
us by many names, some of which translate as phantoms, wraiths, ghosts, demons,
black fleet, creators and gods. On your Earth, my name was given to a goddess
from Evana’s time. Ghost ship is how she prefers to call my kind, and I prefer
the term also. However, I think of all invaders as wraiths and do not tolerate
them in this galaxy.” Nemesis paused, as if waiting for him to respond.
Drake remained
silent for several moments, lost in thought. It was unimaginable to think of a
being as old as Nemesis. Just knowing Evana was from a time over two thousand
years before his was hard enough. She must’ve been alive before or near the
time of Alexander the Great, if his memory of ancient history was correct. How
incredible, he marveled. But what now? And why?
“Nemesis, Evana
said you chose me for her. Why?”
“Yes. She was
lonely. You are perfect for her, are you not?”
“Lonely?” Drakewasn’t
sure if he felt flattered or used somehow. “So your pilot gets lonely and you
go out and find me? I’m her perfect playmate now?”
“How is it you find
insult by this, Drake?” Before he could defend his position, Nemesis continued
sternly. “Evana is my most beloved pilot, and has been with me longer than any
other. Together we are more powerful than any
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