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Sovereignty This is Sena again. I promised I'd return to tell the story of my people when the history reached my birth. That happened not so long after my grandmother died. Mura had just been in a meeting with the Aklan Council of Justice. Her daughter, Verta, my mother, was with her and my father, Alunur, watched the scene as a religious radical tired to kill Mura. I say tried to kill because Morna's task was to make such a thing impossible. As you've just read, my mother said to my father: “She died for your sake. Now, I will live for your sake.” Verta knew Alunur would be there. My grandmother knew, too, though she knew much more about Alunur than Verta did, primarily through information Anglana had given her. Grandma, deep in her heart, knew Alunur needed a powerful demonstration of love to galvanize his being, help him prepare for a life with Verta. Mura, without conscious thought, had redirected the plasma shield Morna had created to protect her on to Alunur. She died for the sake of my father—demonstrated sacrificial love—because she knew my mother would marry him and, through Anglana, knew that Alunur was critical to the evolution of the Aklan Faith. Mom and Dad got married only one month after Grandma's death. They had me after the nominal period necessary to grow a new child. I have memories of communing with my mother while still in her womb. She had remarkable abilities with plasma communication and I was destined to carry those abilities further. It only makes sense we should have been able to “talk” before I was born. Some of you may be thinking, “How can a fetus, who's brain isn't fully developed, do anything in the way of “communicating”? I must tell you, even though many of my ancestors were religious, and even though I do believe in a force, called it an entity if you must, a force that has created all we see, plus many things we don't see, yet interact with regularly. Just think for a second about gravity... Much has been said about plasma in these pages and I did give a very brief description of it in the Prologue but most plasma can't be seen. But, even though most of it is invisible, it's responsible for all the beautiful structures we see in the cosmos. It makes galaxies, stars and planets. If you compare the creative force of plasma with that of gravity, plasma is so strong the difference needs to be represented by a 1 followed by about 34 zeros. Plasma is everywhere. And, it's abilities to aid inter-personal communication are not yet understood by your scientists. I do hope, though, that, even though we have more opportunities for interaction with plasma on our Worlds, that your World soon realizes you can communicate with plasma's aid, too. Enough of that high-level talk. Let's get back to the story. Oh! First, though, I should finish my bit about fetuses communicating. I, personally, think that most of the emotional and psychological communication we all experience, from projections of feelings to spookier connections between individuals, are mediated by plasma's omnipresence. One other bit of information is that communication of abstract information is completely common. All children learn language by listening, way before they get any instruction about it. All those rules of grammar and syntactics are absorbed by kids through their ears. And, as any parent will tell you, their children usually know clearly when they're being lied to... Now, let's really leave all this how-does-it-work stuff behind. So, my parents got married and I got born. The situation in the Worlds at my birth could be summed up by saying that the Worlds' government was about fifty-six percent trustworthy, the state of trade and commerce was growing at a rate of ten percent per year, and the Aklan Faith comprised around thirty-four percent of the population. Religion again... No matter my personal beliefs, the Aklans as a group are the most industrious, most trustworthy, most giving people of the Angian star system. Whether that came from their adherence to the dictates of Akla or was just some chance result of the Angian evolutionary path has little practical importance for the folks who benefit
from having people like this around. I think the Teachings of Akla are brilliant. He covers everything from how to maintain mental hygiene to how a government can best serve its citizens. Was He a Prophet Who spoke for God? You decide. I have more of the story to tell. After my father had exposed the leaders of the Independents their force in our society quickly dwindled. Their henchmen, the Disciples, went on a brief rampage and killed thousands but the Worlds Protective Force had already been strengthened and if there are any Disciples of Faith left, even the nicer ones, they don't dare bother anyone. Mom and Dad teamed up to carry on the teaching work that Mura had been pursuing—the work that my ancestor, Delva. had first championed, even though she didn't cling to organized religion. I, naturally, went wherever my parents went until I reached my thirteenth birthday. That's when I went to stay with Anglana. That dear, sweet Consciousness completely convinced me that our Worlds were well on their way to an enduring peace. She also gave me my life's work. Mother could use plasma communication out to about 3,000 miles. Anglana and I discovered that I could use it way further. I was able to reach out to other star systems! This was a complete surprise to me and, without Anglana to translate and explain, I would have thought that the extremely strange things I was receiving were only some very disturbed Angians. I spent the next twenty years, mostly emerged in Anglana's liquid embrace, experimenting with receiving and translating information from five nearby Worlds. Three were in one star system and the other two each in its own system. Still, the three from the same system were very, even radically, different. Nothing like the amazing similarities we of Angi's Worlds enjoyed. Even Anglana's difference of form was not as strange as the differences all five of these other Worlds displayed. So, here I was, a woman of thirty-three, who's best friend was a widely distributed Consciousness, when I happened to meet a man... He'd been an Independent and had converted to the Aklan Faith. He'd served on four Local Councils, two Regional councils, and two Territorial Councils. When they told him he'd been elected to the Worlds' Council, a revelation performed in the glare of the News Meshes, he merely said, “I've served the Worlds enough. It's time for them to serve me.” After all the commentators carefully explained that Neiiv hadn't meant anything like becoming some sort of ruler who was served by the people, that he only meant being “served” as in the service that any sane government performs for its citizens, I began to change my mind about him. My days with Anglana were intense and arduous and took most of my time but I still kept up with happenings in the Worlds. And, Neiiv was a big Happening. I was immediately attracted to him but also felt afraid of him. He was confident, capable, captivating, and cute. I was studious and strange. When news of his retirement from public service was released, Anglana, without my knowledge, made arrangements for him to visit me. All she said, on the day he was due to arrive, was, “A man is coming to meet you. Be very nice to him.” I've already talked a bit about plasma communication and how it's the foundation for many of the seemingly inexplicable ways that people can communicate without words or actions. My training with Anglana had involved mostly the task of receiving communications from other star systems and we were about to embark on a few experiments with me transmitting a few messages; but, along with all that, Anglana had also drilled me in methods of controlling my communication abilities, essentially, turning them on and off. When she told me a man was coming to meet me, I turned my powers on and widened my reception to anyone thinking about me. Neiiv almost immediately entered my consciousness. I was at first thrilled with the mental taste of him. I then, unknowingly, sent him a thought and a feeling. Immediately, I was overcome with a withering rush of consciousness and I couldn't control it, couldn't mute it, couldn't do anything but let it wash over me. I nearly
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