THE NARRATOR Of MECHARA
SONG II OF THE ANTHOLOGY
"THE SONGS OF THE VOID"
THE NARRATOR OF MECHARA
INTRODUCTION
Year 11 645 The solar system was made up of six planets; Earth, which was still inhabited by humans, Kisar (its inhabitants called Kisaries), Aurevion (its inhabitants called Aurevites), Lysera (its inhabitants called Lyserians), Davon (its inhabitants called Dravonites), and Zypara (its inhabitants called Zyparians). Until today, before being destroyed by Zypara, there existed a seventh planet called Mechara (its inhabitants called Mecharies)
Year 11 645 The solar system was made up of six planets; Earth, which was still inhabited by humans, Kisar (its inhabitants called Kisaries), Aurevion (its inhabitants called Aurevites), Lysera (its inhabitants called Lyserians), Davon (its inhabitants called Dravonites), and Zypara (its inhabitants called Zyparians). Until today, before being destroyed by Zypara, there existed a seventh planet called Mechara (its inhabitants called Mecharies)
Chapter I
My ship impacted in a inhospitable area of the planet Earth on the 16th day of the 3rd week of the month of Thalor of the year 80 of Mechara, which corresponds to the first day of January of the year 11 725 of the Earth era, since the Mechara calendar was composed of eight months of forty-eight days divided into three weeks of sixteen days each. Each day consisted of twenty-two hours, of which sixteen were working hours. Mechara had been founded by the Aurevion hybrids in the year 11 645 AC. They used every last gram of tungsten, the only material capable of withstanding Mechara's high temperatures, to create us and almost everything else on our planet.
The Aurevites had been extracting this tungsten since they arrived on Aurevion after being expelled from Earth in the year 10 825 AC. I landed in emergency mode in the middle of this petrified jungle a few minutes before six in the morning, which was very useful to avoid being annihilated, since in the nearby city the humans were resting after long New Year's celebrations, and I was able to detect with my sensors that you were the closest living beings to me, being almost three kilometers away from where my ship landed. Once the ship was on solid ground, I activated the cloaking system to hide it from the dangerous human eye. I left my seat with some difficulty moving due to the sudden jolts I received during the emergency descent. Once outside the ship, I configured the vibrant blue reflectors that make up my visual system, dimming their glare as much as possible so as not to be exposed.
Although I left the distance range set to default, this would be very useful to me since, thanks to this feature of my system, I can see in minute detail even the tiniest insect at a distance of six thousand meters. I stayed there for three days, and then I approached this cavern where you, the most qualified human scientists, have the immense machinery for your project.
Now, I have to admit that at first, perhaps because of the dizziness and shock caused by seeing my planet on fire, at the first moment of descent when I saw myself submerged in the petrified jungle, I had the slight illusion that Mechara had not been destroyed, that it had all been a bad dream since part of the soil in this area has a particular resemblance to my planet.
Mechara had a rocky, metallic, and arid surface, with vast plains of tungsten and mountains studded with glittering veins of exotic minerals. There were no seas or rivers, only parched valleys where a metallic liquid had once flowed. Rain did not exist, but dry, electrical storms roamed the sky, feeding the planet's natural energy systems, the atmosphere was dense, with coppery and violet hues at sunset. Our vegetation was almost nonexistent, only a few crystalline organisms existed that were capable of absorbing energy from electrical discharges. On Mechara, it's well known how planet Earth works. This has always been a subject of study on my planet, but arriving here and seeing it with my own spotlights is very different. My sensory system detects that the tree bark is indeed irregular and rough. More than the petrified forest, I move through the imposing natural forest. There are flowers and animals, just as we've always been told; they have life, they breathe, just like the Earth's crust. I can feel them and I can speak to them, but they don't respond. Water is liquid and abundant; I detect it, even though I can't touch it. The sky is ever-changing; there are clouds, rainbows, and variations in days between sunny, cloudy, and rainy. The weather is fueled by the sounds of birdsong, the rustling of the wind in the leaves, rain hitting the ground, and the existence of oxygen, vital to humans, as it has been since the beginning of time. These characteristics of your planet were often a subject of study for me at Mechara.
The Zyparians attacked us by launching catalytic nanomolecules that adhered to our bodies and everything made of tungsten like us, the particles absorbed water vapor from the air, concentrating and enhancing it and that's when the slow destruction of our world began, our bodies began to produce tungstic acid and everything began to hollow out and fall apart, I was inside the ship for a routine system check because I had been assigned a new task and as was routine before each new task I had to go through a check to make sure everything was okay. From there I saw how my world began to fall apart, the reflectors of the visual system of the Mecharies with whom I worked day to day, the authorities who once reprimanded me for mistakes were hollowed out and broke into a thousand pieces, the colossal monuments in honor of Aurevion, our founders, fell turning the floor of Mechara into a tomb of giants. The repair ship, which corresponded to what on Earth they call a hospital for humans, started its engines, as if it were programmed, and I have to say it like this because I did not know, I had no idea how to start it, besides being perplexed by such destruction and seeing that I did not have much more left than the same end as the other machines on my planet, I just limited myself to wait my turn, however the ship began to take off and when it was about ten meters from the surface I saw something incredible, something I'll think about every day of my existence; a human in an armored suit running toward the ship, of course with no chance of successfully reaching it, I didn't even get to formulate a rescue plan for the human, when the ship was dragged in just a few seconds to more than millions of light years away, while I managed to place myself in the seat with the ship's security system that for a few seconds spun around putting me upside down because of the shock wave. In the midst of my dizziness my searchlights managed to capture the final blow that Zypara dealt to Mechara. A devastating fire attack that still keeps Mechara burning and that ended our civilization of scientific robots.
"Did you say scientific robots?" —the human asked.
"Yes, that's what I said. My civilization was designed to be the largest community of scientists in existence among all known worlds."
The correct series was the giant models that looked imposing, the "memory scaffolds" of Mechara, but I was part of a group of 3,000 products, the result of an assembly error: since my series was made with scraps of tigstenob (an experimental alloy), due to such tests, my body turned out small, child-shaped. As I mentioned earlier, only 3,000 units like me existed, much more fragile than the larger models, but also more adaptable and with boundless curiosity. Most of us were dismantled, leaving very few standing. Although we were "defects," our form actually granted empathy and the ability to connect with organic beings. We were seen as a reminder of Mechara's vulnerability: a strong planet, but with hidden fissures. Those of us who weren't dismantled were trained to be useful in the only thing that didn't require force; we specialized in observing weather and atmospheric energy. We recorded the patterns of electrical discharges and studied how they influenced the metallic surface of our planet. We served as scientific chroniclers, documenting each discovery in light and sound codes.
For my research project, I had been assigned a companion. Her name was "Coralata." She and I walked together in the petrified forests. She guided me through the trunks turned to stone and showed me how life had been suspended in time. One day, while I was analyzing the mineral surface of a tree, I noticed that in the crystalline reflection of the rock, she was silently watching me with a slight smile. The discovery was twofold: on the one hand, I understood that those trees retained within them tiny traces of hardened sap, as if the forest were still breathing; and on the other, I understood that she loved me, She didn't tell me this with words, but with the way she waited for me when I was lost in thought, the way she placed her hand on the cold metal of my arm as if we were skin-to-skin, and the way she shared her silences with me. Coralata and I had our energies magnetized, we were made for each other. I knew this because every time she made a discovery, before analyzing it, the first thing she looked for were my sensors in her gaze, as if without that act the discovery would be meaningless. Before the end we had been ordered to put into documents the new advances of the Mecharies for the issue of the seas of Davon, but hours before meeting with Coralata to begin that work I was obliged, as I said before, to go through a general routine check of my body and my system in the repair ship, in it each robot entered alone, was scanned and if necessary repaired or eliminated, each check implied a challenge. When the end began, I thought of her first and felt the vibration of her system asking for my help. That's why I know we were magnetized. I don't want to imagine her end; I prefer to remember her with her shining gaze.
The Zyparians attacked us by launching catalytic nanomolecules that adhered to our bodies and everything made of tungsten like us, the particles absorbed water vapor from the air, concentrating and enhancing it and that's when the slow destruction of our world began, our bodies began to produce tungstic acid and everything began to hollow out and fall apart, I was inside the ship for a routine system check because I had been assigned a new task and as was routine before each new task I had to go through a check to make sure everything was okay. From there I saw how my world began to fall apart, the reflectors of the visual system of the Mecharies with whom I worked day to day, the authorities who once reprimanded me for mistakes were hollowed out and broke into a thousand pieces, the colossal monuments in honor of Aurevion, our founders, fell turning the floor of Mechara into a tomb of giants. The repair ship, which corresponded to what on Earth they call a hospital for humans, started its engines, as if it were programmed, and I have to say it like this because I did not know, I had no idea how to start it, besides being perplexed by such destruction and seeing that I did not have much more left than the same end as the other machines on my planet, I just limited myself to wait my turn, however the ship began to take off and when it was about ten meters from the surface I saw something incredible, something I'll think about every day of my existence; a human in an armored suit running toward the ship, of course with no chance of successfully reaching it, I didn't even get to formulate a rescue plan for the human, when the ship was dragged in just a few seconds to more than millions of light years away, while I managed to place myself in the seat with the ship's security system that for a few seconds spun around putting me upside down because of the shock wave. In the midst of my dizziness my searchlights managed to capture the final blow that Zypara dealt to Mechara. A devastating fire attack that still keeps Mechara burning and that ended our civilization of scientific robots.
"Did you say scientific robots?" —the human asked.
"Yes, that's what I said. My civilization was designed to be the largest community of scientists in existence among all known worlds."
The correct series was the giant models that looked imposing, the "memory scaffolds" of Mechara, but I was part of a group of 3,000 products, the result of an assembly error: since my series was made with scraps of tigstenob (an experimental alloy), due to such tests, my body turned out small, child-shaped. As I mentioned earlier, only 3,000 units like me existed, much more fragile than the larger models, but also more adaptable and with boundless curiosity. Most of us were dismantled, leaving very few standing. Although we were "defects," our form actually granted empathy and the ability to connect with organic beings. We were seen as a reminder of Mechara's vulnerability: a strong planet, but with hidden fissures. Those of us who weren't dismantled were trained to be useful in the only thing that didn't require force; we specialized in observing weather and atmospheric energy. We recorded the patterns of electrical discharges and studied how they influenced the metallic surface of our planet. We served as scientific chroniclers, documenting each discovery in light and sound codes.
For my research project, I had been assigned a companion. Her name was "Coralata." She and I walked together in the petrified forests. She guided me through the trunks turned to stone and showed me how life had been suspended in time. One day, while I was analyzing the mineral surface of a tree, I noticed that in the crystalline reflection of the rock, she was silently watching me with a slight smile. The discovery was twofold: on the one hand, I understood that those trees retained within them tiny traces of hardened sap, as if the forest were still breathing; and on the other, I understood that she loved me, She didn't tell me this with words, but with the way she waited for me when I was lost in thought, the way she placed her hand on the cold metal of my arm as if we were skin-to-skin, and the way she shared her silences with me. Coralata and I had our energies magnetized, we were made for each other. I knew this because every time she made a discovery, before analyzing it, the first thing she looked for were my sensors in her gaze, as if without that act the discovery would be meaningless. Before the end we had been ordered to put into documents the new advances of the Mecharies for the issue of the seas of Davon, but hours before meeting with Coralata to begin that work I was obliged, as I said before, to go through a general routine check of my body and my system in the repair ship, in it each robot entered alone, was scanned and if necessary repaired or eliminated, each check implied a challenge. When the end began, I thought of her first and felt the vibration of her system asking for my help. That's why I know we were magnetized. I don't want to imagine her end; I prefer to remember her with her shining gaze.
When I say that she and I had been ordered to document the Davon issue, I mean that Mechara scientists finally created a solution to gradually solidify Davon's seas of pure liquid gold.
"Seas of pure liquid gold?" —The human asked, and the narrator replied:
"Seas of pure liquid gold?" —The human asked, and the narrator replied:
"Yes, Davon is a planet filled with seas of pure, liquid gold at high temperatures. There is only gold there that would serve Aurevion to create a new colony of robots similar to the Mechara giant series to be used in military work. But the planet Earth investigated it, they knew about it, and they wanted that gold. They weren't sure they could face Aurevion in a fight for Davon's seas of gold, for which they would have not resources to exploit, so it planned things its own way..."
We, besides being a colony that obeyed Aurevion, were also the only ones capable of withstanding the temperatures of Davon since despite being high, they were incomparable with the extremely high temperatures of Mechara, therefore, I tell you humans, do not continue with actions that will only lead to the destruction of planet Earth. You are working on the construction of the "Giant Rose System" solar weapon, with the purpose of extracting solar energy directly to fuel massive energy projects on planets and space stations. This will impact the behavior of solar energy, causing the sun to continue increasing in size to unimaginable scales. You believe destruction is far away, but it's closer than you think. You believe you have millennia left, but no. In six hundred years, the fire you worship as life will also be the shadow of your extinction. I was not created to be a prophet, only a chronicler of storms. But I learned to read the signs, and I know what awaits the Earth. You who have believed my story, take this truth beyond your lives. Include it in your technology, engrave it in stone, in circuits, in songs. Let your children and their children's children know that the time of the earth is numbered. I cannot save myself. Nor can I save you, but I can give you something greater: the warning that will make all you stop trying to create "The Giant Rose System" for the good of the earth.
We, besides being a colony that obeyed Aurevion, were also the only ones capable of withstanding the temperatures of Davon since despite being high, they were incomparable with the extremely high temperatures of Mechara, therefore, I tell you humans, do not continue with actions that will only lead to the destruction of planet Earth. You are working on the construction of the "Giant Rose System" solar weapon, with the purpose of extracting solar energy directly to fuel massive energy projects on planets and space stations. This will impact the behavior of solar energy, causing the sun to continue increasing in size to unimaginable scales. You believe destruction is far away, but it's closer than you think. You believe you have millennia left, but no. In six hundred years, the fire you worship as life will also be the shadow of your extinction. I was not created to be a prophet, only a chronicler of storms. But I learned to read the signs, and I know what awaits the Earth. You who have believed my story, take this truth beyond your lives. Include it in your technology, engrave it in stone, in circuits, in songs. Let your children and their children's children know that the time of the earth is numbered. I cannot save myself. Nor can I save you, but I can give you something greater: the warning that will make all you stop trying to create "The Giant Rose System" for the good of the earth.
The human scientists did not want to confront the authorities of the governing council, knowing almost perfectly well the response they would receive, which is why they first wanted to prepare a document with reasons and evidence and ask the council to allow the Narrator of Mechara to remain on Earth and, if possible, to be part of the official delegation of scientists, since his knowledge would be very useful.
Chapter II
While all this was in process, a small group of scientists offered the Narrator an exit outside the scientists' cave to explore a little more about the nature of planet Earth.
The group of scientists were outside the cave with the Narrator for three wonderful days in which the Narrator of Mechara contemplated the beauty of nature in its maximum and close expression and then they returned to the cave. Once there, the rest of the scientists had already completed the document with evidence that what the Narrator said was true and finally a group of them would present their cause to the Council to stop the evolution of the "The Giant Rose system" and thus reverse the situation. While a group of scientists left the petrified caverns to head to the city, another group was left in charge of the care of the Narrator of Mechara who continued recording in the book every last piece of information and detail of what his civilization was.
The group of scientists were outside the cave with the Narrator for three wonderful days in which the Narrator of Mechara contemplated the beauty of nature in its maximum and close expression and then they returned to the cave. Once there, the rest of the scientists had already completed the document with evidence that what the Narrator said was true and finally a group of them would present their cause to the Council to stop the evolution of the "The Giant Rose system" and thus reverse the situation. While a group of scientists left the petrified caverns to head to the city, another group was left in charge of the care of the Narrator of Mechara who continued recording in the book every last piece of information and detail of what his civilization was.
The scientists were very interested in their calendar, which was also recorded in the book. The Narrator of Mechara sensed the danger in his sensors and did not want the cavern that had housed the best human scientists for centuries to be destroyed, so as soon as it was possible for him to leave unnoticed, he went first through the petrified forests and then through the natural forests until he reached the city, surprised by such majesty and being curiously observed by every human he crossed.
The Narrator was determined to present himself before the authorities so that the human scientists would not be punished. As soon as he appeared before the council, he was arrested and two days later tried before a large crowd.
"What am I acussed of? —said the Narrator.
"Of conspiring, of causing chaos, of slandering our planet Earth with shameful falsehoods," —said the council. As expected, the Narrator Of Mechara was ordered to be destroyed by water, a Mechari's worst nightmare, but not before allowing the condemned to say his last words. in front of the arrogant gaze of the crowd, Narrator said:
"In view of the sentence imposed on me, according to most of you accusing me of altering order, creating chaos and promoting false insults against your planet, as you wish, I accept my fate with dignity, but not before using the word, a right that humans grant to their condemned to tell you all today that Mechara was destroyed by Zypara but in reality: was an act of interplanetary sabotage to ensure that Aurevion would lose its colony and its resources. I felt the roar of Zypara tearing through our mountains. The order came from Earth. My world was just a pawn on a larger board: Aurevion coveted our sweat, Earth coveted seas of liquid gold that Aurevion would extract from Davon, and when they couldn't have it all, they destroyed what others had.
The Earth lies not only about the past, but also about the future. Some of you have believed me, and so I must give you the whole truth: the Sun will be your "Zypara." In six hundred years, there will be no Earth left. Spread these words with fire in their message, proclaim them to their descendants, do not waste them by making them sound in the ears of those who serve the Council, Pass them on tirelessly, from generation to generation. Because there will come a day when this knowledge will be the difference between extinction and survival, lest a handful of you, humans, have the misfortune of surviving and seeing what I have seen, and feeling what I have felt.
The water of death fell upon the body of the Narrator of Mechara first generating cracks and then breaking it into a thousand pieces and finishing with the last of the Mecharies.
“This is the testament of a world that no longer exists. The Narrator of Mechara spoke to us with a child's voice and a thunderous roar.
He narrated the truth that Earth forbade: He narrated that the command for Zypara to be the blade that split their planet was an order from Earth, and that our Sun will burn against us in six hundred years. Do not forget, reader of the future: these pages are not a myth, but a warning.
In her poetry lies science, and in her numbers, the path to change course. We are the guardians of memory. If one day this book reaches your hands, remember it as Mechara's cry, as her final cry of warning to your race: to tell you that she herself, driven by greed, is heading toward her end.
"What am I acussed of? —said the Narrator.
"Of conspiring, of causing chaos, of slandering our planet Earth with shameful falsehoods," —said the council. As expected, the Narrator Of Mechara was ordered to be destroyed by water, a Mechari's worst nightmare, but not before allowing the condemned to say his last words. in front of the arrogant gaze of the crowd, Narrator said:
"In view of the sentence imposed on me, according to most of you accusing me of altering order, creating chaos and promoting false insults against your planet, as you wish, I accept my fate with dignity, but not before using the word, a right that humans grant to their condemned to tell you all today that Mechara was destroyed by Zypara but in reality: was an act of interplanetary sabotage to ensure that Aurevion would lose its colony and its resources. I felt the roar of Zypara tearing through our mountains. The order came from Earth. My world was just a pawn on a larger board: Aurevion coveted our sweat, Earth coveted seas of liquid gold that Aurevion would extract from Davon, and when they couldn't have it all, they destroyed what others had.
The Earth lies not only about the past, but also about the future. Some of you have believed me, and so I must give you the whole truth: the Sun will be your "Zypara." In six hundred years, there will be no Earth left. Spread these words with fire in their message, proclaim them to their descendants, do not waste them by making them sound in the ears of those who serve the Council, Pass them on tirelessly, from generation to generation. Because there will come a day when this knowledge will be the difference between extinction and survival, lest a handful of you, humans, have the misfortune of surviving and seeing what I have seen, and feeling what I have felt.
The water of death fell upon the body of the Narrator of Mechara first generating cracks and then breaking it into a thousand pieces and finishing with the last of the Mecharies.
“This is the testament of a world that no longer exists. The Narrator of Mechara spoke to us with a child's voice and a thunderous roar.
He narrated the truth that Earth forbade: He narrated that the command for Zypara to be the blade that split their planet was an order from Earth, and that our Sun will burn against us in six hundred years. Do not forget, reader of the future: these pages are not a myth, but a warning.
In her poetry lies science, and in her numbers, the path to change course. We are the guardians of memory. If one day this book reaches your hands, remember it as Mechara's cry, as her final cry of warning to your race: to tell you that she herself, driven by greed, is heading toward her end.
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Readers of the future, as requested by human scientists, I engraved the Mechari calendar on my last tablet as a token of my gratitude to all those who in their memory coined my words and honored my warning.
For You, The Narrator Of Mechara.
For You, The Narrator Of Mechara.
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