pdf file - Notes from An Alien

concussion threw her into the forest. Her last conscious thought was, I have so much to do.
Morna continued to call to Delva. Her vitals were strong but she lay there unconscious. Morna had been
thrown about a hundred yards further into the forest so she used her loudest volume. Eventually, the people who
had gathered to put out the raging fire heard Morna calling Delva's name. Both were transported to the nearest
hospital. Delva remained unconscious for a week. Morna used the time to gather information about the explosion
and the suspects being held.
Delva finally opened her eyes. She saw a man. He appeared to be a doctor. She said:
"How long have I been away?"
"Just about a week. How do you feel?"
"I feel fine, hungry, eager to continue my work."
The doctor told his nurse to get a meal and trained the light from some device into Delva's eyes.
"I'm not in shock."
"No, it appears not."
"What's your name?"
"Verluin. Verluin Namis. I was assigned to you by the Worlds' Council. They obviously think you're
important."
"I am."
Verluin smiled and Delva felt a surprising surge of love. She queried her own mind—checking thoughts
and feelings to appraise this sudden affection. She swiftly determined it was no common feeling, that it signified
an important turning point in her life, and that she would be very careful with this man and test him.
"Delva, you are free to leave the hospital but I'd like to run a few more tests."
"What kind of tests?"
"Neurological and endocrine."
"I can see the possible need for the brain tests. I felt the force of the explosion before I passed out. I can
surmise the endocrine tests are to evaluate the extent of impact of the event on my emotional health. Just so you
know, I'm aware my parents died in that blast. I was lying here, eyes closed but mind awake, for the last few
hours and my internal conversation with Morna brought me up to date. It will take time to realize my grief but I
have important work to accomplish and my parents would want me to carry on."
"Obviously, the monitors told me you were awake. I've been here since just before you regained
consciousness. I still think you need the endocrine tests. Not to evaluate deep shock but to appraise your ability
to take on the role the Worlds' Council wants you to perform."
"You're not just a doctor."
"I am a doctor, physical and psychological. I'm also a close friend of many of the Worlds' Council
members and they will soon announce your appointment as Worlds' Mediator."
"Now for my third life-goal."
"Excuse me?"
"I set myself three goals when I was fifteen. First, to visit all the existing Local Councils and live with
them and learn from them. Second, to obtain recommendations from all the Regional and Territorial Councils to
the Worlds' Council to appoint me as their mediator. Now, the third goal can be sought."
"And, that is?"
"Bring the Worlds to a truly unified and lasting peace. Not just some political arrangement born of
hopeless anxiety but a deep and firm commitment of all the Worlds' peoples to see themselves as one people and
be willing to put that vision into abiding action."
"Delva, I've heard stories about you and your qualities and I've prayed they were true. But—"
"Prayed?"
"Yes..."
"Why?"
"Because, even though I'm an extremely rational doctor, I believe in Akla as the most recent Prophet
from God and I prayed that His prediction of a Helper to His Work would appear. The stories I'd heard seemed