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Discovery Pt. VII (standard:science fiction, 1465 words) [7/8] show all parts | |||
Author: Goreripper | Added: Dec 11 2001 | Views/Reads: 2592/1836 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
The door to the inner sanctum of the Daktar relic is opened at last, and with it the secrets of Arcana's doom. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story completely absorbed in his work with the computer records and the mummy. The Professor was quite perturbed. Although the information contained on the unearthed data banks was almost undoubtedly binary code virtually identical to that our own computers used, the technology was so ancient that he could not be sure the recording devices would be compatible with any computer system developed in the past thousand years or so. Our mission was fortunate however in that we had the services of a brilliant student named Ki whose cranial data chips had been imprinted with blueprints and plans of ancient technologies, her specialised area of study, and in short order she had modified several of our reserve computer units. Several fruitless experiments later, Ki and her team at last discovered a compatible system and with an enormous amount of enthusiasm the ancient data was fed into our computers, to be translated and interpreted by other teams throughout the Discovery for weeks to follow. To say we learned much would be an understatement, and virtually all that we have learned then and since that time is available for referencing and uploading from any education facility and there is no need for me to divulge details of the information we decoded. Ultimately, however, we learned what had caused the untimely downfall of this remarkable civilization, and what it was that had persuaded that lonely individual to take its own life all those lifetimes ago. The network of buildings we had entered, we discovered, had been designed as the first step in colonising the desert world. A complement of scientists, whose remains we later found deep within the structure inside life-support modules that had ultimately become sarcophagi, had been posted there to carry out the usual experiments that any civilization would conduct when preparing a new planet for possible colonisation; eventually the place was to have been expanded to facilitate terraforming operations that would have made Daktar a living world once again, a new hope for the occupants of its increasingly crowded neighbour. Oh the horrible tragedy that had claimed these ingenious people at the threshold of their greatest triumph! Even now, so long after I first embarked on this wonderful journey, the crushing sorrow of the cruel irony that we all felt when their fate was discovered still fills my heart. For the operation had not even begun when the calamity that wiped these people from the galaxy befell them. The people of Arcana had long feared the event, but even with their considerable technology, they had not been prepared when it came. None of their devices or defences had been enough to avoid it. Arcana’s population had been eclipsed by celestial impact. A large meteor with an albredo so low as to have made it almost invisible to terrestrial observers was discovered on a collision course. By the time the discovery had been made, it was too late to even attempt to defend against it. When it hit, a quarter of the population was obliterated almost instantly. The rest had followed shortly as the clouds of dust and debris shut out the light and heat of the sun, polluting the air and casting the world into an impact winter that had lasted for years. The new Daktar colony had lost contact with Arcana virtually immediately, but with the hope of all sentient species, they closed themselves into life-support modules and programmed them to awaken one of their number every few months, to scan Arcana for a glimmer of life. None was ever found, and after almost a decade of their years, with power and nutrient supplies drained, the poor soul we had found slumped in its chair had finally shut down the complex and killed itself. Their entire race and history wiped from the annals of the universe until we had at last stumbled upon it once again. It was indeed a tragedy beyond any our own species had ever encountered, and the implications were devastating to us and were discussed time and again among every member of the exploration. Tweet
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