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TAXILA'S CHILDREN<br />
"Do the Adepts control the city?"<br />
"The Adepts are provided from the city."<br />
"Who controls the city?"<br />
"The builders."<br />
"The city was built ten thousand years ago - the builders must be dead."<br />
"Insufficient data to determine an answer."<br />
"Are there life forms controlling the city?"<br />
"The nearest life forms are seven point four three kilometres into the city centre, they do<br />
not control the city."<br />
"So - I may assume that the city is automated and responds to the requirements of those<br />
who use it?"<br />
"Correct."<br />
"What sort of technology could possibly manage that?"<br />
"An advanced technology."<br />
Steve glared at the Bole suspiciously. The bastard was laughing at him.<br />
"What is the stimulus for providing specific requirements?"<br />
"Thought!"<br />
Steve leaned back in the chair. As usual, after a game of question and answer with the<br />
Bole, he felt exhausted. Thought! He didn't dare to contemplate the possibilities! It started to<br />
make sense, on a planet where speech had almost become redundant and thought transfer was<br />
a way of life, it stood to reason that the technology which they had abandoned centuries<br />
earlier, would have been based on the harnessing of Thought. No wonder they had got into<br />
strife! The indiscriminate satisfaction of every whim by wishing it to occur, would have<br />
caused chaos. One man would have desired one thing, whilst his neighbour might have<br />
insisted on the opposite - the inevitable result was conflict. They had abandoned the city for<br />
this reason! There had been no alternative, other than eventual self destruction!<br />
There was no point staring at the table at the remains of his meal. He was curious enough<br />
to want to see how it was removed. On cue, there was a slight hazing of the light around the<br />
platter and the wine cup. When the shimmering had ceased, nothing remained. He grinned<br />
and was almost tempted to play with the capabilities - and then he remembered what had<br />
happened to the original inhabitants. He went to bed in a much easier frame of mind. Some of<br />
the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to come together - but not all, the major ones<br />
remained an enigma.<br />
Why was he there? How was it possible for him to be pictured in the floor of a room in an<br />
abandoned city? What came next? He drifted on the borders of sleep without having the<br />
answers. He felt quite secure, the ever faithful Bole had taken up a defensive stance in the<br />
door of the room. Rho Arpor could have been a million kilometres distant and offered no<br />
threat. The Adepts skulked in their retreat seven point four three kilometres distant and<br />
wondered how they could control the aberrant stranger who had invaded their city. As he<br />
drifted further into sleep, the thought came strongly, it wasn't their city - it was the city of<br />
Taxila - and he had come home!<br />
At some point during the night, he rose from his couch and walked past the Bole into the<br />
main chamber. The Bole offered no resistance to his passing, nor did it offer any advice. It did<br />
not follow, although it could still observe its master through the opening into the Chamber of<br />
the Image. Steve walked slowly to the centre of the Pentagram and lay on his back under the<br />
open lantern. He aligned himself to correspond with the image beneath him. He was not<br />
dreaming and he was totally calm, unlike those times when he had struggled within a<br />
nightmare, to resist the forces which were seeking to draw him through an archway on an<br />
alien shore. On this occasion, he did not visit that planet.<br />
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