Extant Resolution

  by Shaun Lawton

     Our descendants set the scope of their time machine to a series of certain points seeding portions of the universe with in-utero clones of themselves, with a closed-loop system of endless variations inherent to their genetic code.  

     It turns out the joke's on them.  Rather than the successful time travel they had hoped for, they became the very Gods exiled from their own progeniture. The fact They can know nothing of us should not be considered ironic.  

     The irony lies in us even beginning to suspect They might exist.  And so our destiny has been set. We will persist chasing after our fate until some day in the distant future we too will await in vain for our own progeny to arrive only to never hear them knock on our door.

Carina Nebula Panorama

 by Shaun Lawton

photo courtesy of Hubblesite.org

The continuum of space in this region curves along the contours of an astronomical skull vaguely human in appearance. The skull lingers, the image of a face thrown from a ghost into a colossal mirror. It is comprised of slowly shifting loops of pregalactic dustmotes. They gather together to form a smokelike chalice, a shadow thrown from the excalligraphed egg developing right beside it. This egg is illuminated from within by green mossy patches in a star-sparked albumen draped in suspension across the vacuum, a whispered dream of things to come. The placental egg-sac mirrors a faint visage of an infant's ovoid skull, a superimposed mask of bone looking downward and away, fog and shadow drifting from its eye sockets.

This vast explosively forming egg of cosmic debris is ridden by a wide-shouldered warrior whose long dark hair blows in the solar winds. He oversees the development of this crucial nexus, formulating a sort of galactic nest. Past civilizations on Earth have often mistaken the great over shadowing skull's left eye socket and expanding nasal ring for the gilded butterfly wings of the rider's steed. These wings were construed in ancient times as being a part of the constellation Vela. In half forgotten myths, they once represented the sails of a mammoth ship named the Argo.

This region of deep space is now called Carina, and it's spirit guardian is the warrior rider Navis. Argo might have been the haunted egg gifted with the shadow of promise that we can now see Navis ride to defend; whatever the case, most legends like these are lost now, sunken below the waves of distant memory. This current glimpse of Navis's solar photoshadow serves as a reminder that he was assigned to preserve the egg-cache. Argo is a galaxy in utero, and it must be protected and defended from injury or evil, and allowed to fully develop.

The unfathomable stream of flowing hydrogen below Navis is an analog of the river Lethe. In the fulcrum of expanding space, seminality is reversed, hence the flowing hydrogen gas represents life. Yet it is a predatory life aiming to feed on the rich astral nutrients of Argo, therefore it represents certain death to the developing galactic foetus. The river of hydrogen passes along the equivalent, in outer space terms, of an underground cavern. The cavern is overseen by a couple of neighboring globular clusters: the astral rabbit and stellar black panther. The rabbit can be seen distinctly squatting on its haunches, in profile. Its left eye rolled back, forever on the lookout for marauders sneaking up from behind. The panther is below him, overlooking the astral river's source. Both these star clusters are guardians of Lethe's riverbanks. They patrol the entrance at the foothills of the interstellar mountains, from which grows the Sanguine Tree. This celestial tree towers munificently behind everything in that region. Wrapped in scarves of universal mist, the Sanguine Tree's roots grip the edge of a cliff face whose slope plummets straight into the starry depths. An enormous grinning troll with the power to hypnotize can be seen guarding the tree. The surrounding debris framing this entire scene is the shed outer coronal ring of Argo's flash birth. Various lords of light can be seen gathering for this event.

In the gray flowing mist of the Lethe, astronomic cephalopods swim through on their way downriver. They migrate towards the floating amnion-veiled, empyrean foetus Navis defends. They wish to feed upon his winged egg. His sense of pride, from having been assigned this post, ever burgeons, like a peacock's tail feathers, in a ratio directly proportional to the development of the embryonic cache he helps incubate. Argo is the very motherlode of celestial particles that will coalesce to form a galaxy. By the time the brood hatches into sentience, Navis will have long evaporated into a mere memory of a ghost imprinted on the lens of their mind's eye.

Navis beholds all manner of nautilus spawn frilling towards him through the misty currents of the Lethe. He watches as they approach the great chain of glittering islands strewn along the borders surrounding his incubating egg's celestial nesting cradle. The frillspawn have begun their genesis of a long untiring journey towards the promised haven that awaits them on the other side of the necklace of islands. They strive to reach the head of the nest egg Navis has sworn to defend until his final dissolution.

Mysterious characters lurk within the clustering shadows in the cavernous regions by the source of the Lethe. Many naiads and hydriades dwell along the riverbanks there. They appear to orginate from a nearby rearing seahorse star cluster. This supercluster confers with a half-wolf, half-man cluster named Amnos. These two act out their roles amidst lanes of newborne galaxies. Not all star clusters have names. Some of these form like streaming capes, some resemble kites with twisting trails behind them. Various older myths claim these as the distillate ejecta of reincarnated manta rays and other marine life. Today they are simply refered to as nebulae.

Faces of the recently forgotten, half remembered, and totally imagined slowly form themselves out of the abstract vapors haunting the shallows of these riverbanks. Among the reeds they beckon the occasional wandering dryad to their doom. Many naiads come out to appropriate a chambered nautilus or other cephalopod, in hopes of riding it all the way to the promised gardens rumored to be hidden beneath the hatching egg's unfolding wings. Every one of the encroaching incunabula are knocked from their saddle by Navis's controlled sling bolts.

Among the most striking aspects of the composition (as revealed through gravitational microlensing) is how the great skull haunting the rider of the winged egg foetus resembles a shadow flag. A flag that serves as a reminder of a superimposed reflection whispering promises from an almost forgotten dream. That dream must be the lost echo of a song issued from contractions during this distant solar flux. The reverberations of this music awaken some of us today, one at a time, trapped out here on the lonely periphery of this isolated wharf, long abandoned in the annals of space. Gazing from our stranded pier with enhanced vision escalated through a glass monocle, the nearly disregarded tapestry of this lost legend calls out subconsciously a siren serenade. A requiem which tells of the harbinger of that winged bird of paradise. It sings of the forgotten forerunner and protector. It relates how the vision of our eyes equals the music of our dreams.

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Second Exodus

 by Shaun Lawton

   The Phaetonites were an advanced civilization which existed on a dwarf planet that was fifth from their life giving Star.  The habitable zone which encircled their Star in a vast ring encompassed most of the area in between the fourth and sixth planets of that system.   As in the formation of most solar systems, this widespread zone was heavily populated by many small planetoids and a higher frequency of interceding comets and asteroids.

   It came to pass that the Phaetonites loved astronomy the most, and had devised advanced forms of telescopes with which to examine carefully their solar surroundings.  Their scientists had discovered a particular large asteroid heading towards them in a trajectory which was bound to collide with their own planet at a certain date in the future.

   They had long known about the cause and nature of their habitable zone, and knew it to be gradually shrinking over an extended period of time.  They knew that eventually it would recede entirely away from their location in space, to accommodate the fourth planet of their system, named Warszawa.

   The story of their timely escape from Phaeton brought this advanced race to Warszawa, where they were forced to start everything over again.  They lived upon this fourth planet for many generations, preserving their way of life and science, finally bringing themselves to the height of advanced civilization once again.

   But they knew their habitable zone would not last, and that it continued to shrink. They foresaw that it would ultimately leave the confines of their second home, and recede even closer to their great Star.

   So they planned very carefully for another exodus.  Having gone through a similar one before, they were better prepared than ever. The future of their race depended upon yet another successful skip over to the next planet, the third one from their Star.

   They were presented with a new challenge, however.  Their scientists' highly sensitive data mining technology determined that the third planet was not going to benefit from the habitable zone quite in the same way that they needed for  their particular biology.  After all, this planet was of a different size, and the cosmic energy ratios from their Star to this planet were different.   So they set upon the completion of an unprecedented task.

   One of their greatest scientists was a mathematician and architect named Salamanus.  He proposed that if a satellite of a particular mass were set about the third planet, it would result in tilting the planet's axis just the required degree to fine tune its relation to the Star within the new habitable zone.  They worked extremely hard for many years perfecting the design of this giant plumb bob, fashioned of iron.  They were able to launch it into space piece after piece, and reassemble it in orbit, and repositioned it to their future home, before beginning their long-awaited migration to safety there.

   And that is the story, in a nutshell, of the man who made the moon and the origins of the human race.