Mew sat at the edge of the clearing until late in the evening.
Rootan, the Starseed with the discolored growth on his midsection, joined her
as she stared at the stars through the gap in the forest canopy. “So if you’re
species shares a singular consciousness, how come you used “”I” and have a
name?” She asked.
Rootan sat next to her. “The simplest explanation is that it makes
races like yours more comfortable. We have seen races become very untrustworthy
of us once they understood the differences between individual consciousness and
shared consciousness.” Rootan explained.
Mew nodded listening to his explanation while looking at the newly
growing tree that would eventually be a ship. “So when you said that you came
here to save us, did you intend for us to join you on this tree ship thing?
Because I honestly don’t know if our colony has enough ships to get everyone
off planet.” She admitted.
Rootan looked at the stars in silence for a moment. Then back at
Mew. “We would need a MUCH larger tree.”
After a while Rootan left Mew alone next to the clearing. She listened
to the wind blow through the canopy above her. Birds had already begun to make
the forest their home and could be heard going about their evening activities.
The light from Eamon’s communicator lit the ground in front of Eamon as he walked up beside his sister. He sat down next to her before he shut the light off. “The official representatives from the colony will be here in the morning. I was planning on sleeping in the ship. Where have you been sleeping?” He asked her.
She didn’t take her eyes off the seedling in the center of the clearing.
“They, it, shaped a tree out for me to sleep in.” she replied while deep in
thought.
Eamon noticed how far away she was mentally. “Mew, are you ok?” He
asked.
She shook her head. “I feel like we’re going to find out that we
don’t have the resources to get everyone off planet before the wave reaches us.”
She replied.
Eamon looked up at the night sky. “You’re assuming everyone will
want to leave.” He said sighing heavily.
Mew looked at him in shock. “You really think people are going to
choose to stay here and be unmade?” She asked.
He nodded. “I think that a portion of the population will assume
we are lying to them, that this wave, if it even reaches the colony can be
survived. Like a natural disaster. They will be wrong, but we cannot save those
who do not wish to be saved.”
Mew shook her head. “We’ll need to get as much actual data on the
wave as possible. Show them that this thing is coming, and that out running it
is their only option for survival. Prove it to them.” She stated with
determination.
Eamon put his arm around his sister. “Mew, you know I love you,
but there’s no proof you can give someone that’s going to overpower the
protective shell of ignorance their ego has erected around them.” He said
dryly.
Mew shook her head. “I refuse to believe that people will
willingly choose their own deaths just because the other option is trusting
someone who understands the intricate details of something they don’t.” Mew
declared.
Eamon patted her back. “That’s why I love you sis.” He stood up. “Now
come on, I can make a second bunk in my shuttle, you can sleep on a real bed
tonight.” He held out his hand and she used it to get to her feet.
