Monday, March 8, 2010 - I can't tell you what that name was
?She won't... |
| I can't tell you what that name was
?She won't take the human name,? the man muttered
Her response was conciliatory?Everyone finds comfort their own way
?This Wanderer will need more comfort than most, thanks to your style of Seeking
There were sharp sounds?footsteps, staccato against a hard floorWhen she spoke again, the
woman's voice was across the room from the man
?You would have reacted poorly to the early days of this occupation,? she said
?Perhaps you react poorly to peace
The woman laughed, but the sound was false?there was no real amusementMy mind seemed
well adapted to inferring the true meanings from tones and inflections
?You do not have a clear perception of what my Calling chanel big bag entailsLong hours hunched over files
and mapsNot very often the conflict or violence you seem to think it is
?Ten days ago you were armed with killing weapons, running this body down
?The exception, I assure you, not the ruleDo not forget, the weapons that disgust you are
turned on our kind wherever we Seekers have not been vigilant enoughThe humans kill us
happily whenever they have the ability to do soThose whose lives have been touched by the
hostility see us as heroes
?You speak as if a war were raging
?To the remains of the human race, one is
These words were strong in my earsMy body reacted to them; I felt my breathing speed, heard
the sound of my heart pumping louder than was usualBeside the bed I chanel j12 lay on, a machine
registered the increases with a muted beepingThe Healer and the Seeker were too involved in
their disagreement to notice
?But one that even they must realize is long lostThey are outnumbered by what? A million to
one? I imagine you would know
?We estimate the odds are quite a bit higher in our favor,? she admitted grudgingly
The Healer appeared to be content to let his side of the disagreement rest with that information
It was quiet for a moment
I used the empty time to evaluate my situation
I was in a Healing facility, recovering from an unusually traumatic insertionI was sure the body
that hosted me had been fully healed before it was given to meA damaged host would have
been louis vuitton denim bags disposed of
I considered the conflicting opinions of the Healer and the SeekerAccording to the
information I had been given before making the choice to come here, the Healer had the right of
itHostilities with the few remaining pockets of humans were all but overThe planet called
Earth was as peaceful and serene as it looked from space, invitingly green and blue, wreathed in
its harmless white vaporsAs was the way of the soul, harmony was universal now
The verbal dissension between the Healer and the Seeker was out of characterStrangely
aggressive for our kindCould they be true, the whispered rumors that had
undulated like waves through the thoughts of the? of the?
I was distracted, trying to find d |
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