The Keeper of the Light
We all want something –
More than mere satisfaction.
So, won’t you spill out your heart,
Will you show me your passion?
– The Grand Guignol
Terra Nova, 3552
In
the year 3552, the sun on Terra Nova had long since stopped shining.
Nobody
really noticed it happen. After all, it scarcely seemed possible and certainly
not the way it did; not with a bang, but with a whimper, like a match dying in
the wind.
The
first scientist who publicly announced it was happening was promptly put to
death. After the winter war, no one wanted to hear any bad news.
The
scientists of the new order, with their charts and equations had promised that
Terra Nova had at least a few billion more years. But as the years matched on,
the fire slowly quenched, until there was nothing left. Over the course of 500
years, slowly but surely the sun died a lonely and quiet death.
And
when the end came, it didn’t come in a burst of fire and flames. No, there was
no grand ball of fire, just a continuous dimming that everyone was powerless to
stop.
The
scientists went back to their charts, but they had no answers. In mankind’s
darkest hours, it had always relied on science. Technology always provided the
answer, but not this time. This time, there would be no respite.
The
politicians lied as always, promising that if given just a bit more power they
could do the physically and scientifically impossible. The people, in their
fear, believed them. And in their fear, they gave away all that was left of
their humanity in a vain hope that the apocalypse would avert itself.
A
small number of people went underground, but the vast majority went about their
lives. Humans were a resilient folk after all, and with technology marching on,
life matched on. For how long, no one knew, but all the while, the people who
walked in darkness looked up. Maybe this would be the day when the sun shone
bright again, but it had not yet happened. For 500 years, all they’d had was
the pale moonlight. But eventually, that too disappeared as the last vestiges
of sunlight made their slow trek to earth, until all that was left was a darkness
so deep you could almost reach out and touch it.
Mars, 3824
“Is
there more to life than in our philosophies?” the red-eyed man asked wearily, to
no one in particular. Meanwhile, on the red planet, the midday moon shone, pale
as a ghost in the afternoon.
His
companion, a svelte woman with silver hair, turned to him. She looked bored,
but not the kind of boredom that came from having nothing to do. No. She looked
bored the way a lion toying with a gazelle looked bored. It was a dangerous
look.
She
breathed in the cold recycled air and exhaled expansively, fogging up her
helmet.
“maybe
we’re still in Kansas, after all?” the sound screeched through the
communications system and was piped into the Red-eyed man’s ear piece.
As
she said this, there flashed in her eyes, a small flicker of a smile. The pale
moonlight shone bright on her face. The red-eyed man yawned lazily and gave the
silver-haired woman a small smile. To
untrained eyes, her shock of silver hair would be the most notable thing about
her, but he knew better. He was drawn in by her eyes. They were catlike, a deep
fiery gold, like they held a fire that could not be quenched. He looked away
quickly, almost for fear he would be consumed.
Her
name was Marlena, but everyone called her Kamikaze. He had known about her for
a long time; he had heard of the legends of her exploits. He knew why she was
called Kamikaze.
“You’ve heard the stories about me?” she
asked.
He
looked surprised.
Maybe the stories about her were true, maybe she
really could read minds, he thought
“No.
I don’t read minds.” She smiled a mischievous smile.
“No,
I can’t walk through walls. No, I'm not immortal. None of the stories are true.
How could they be? How could a human being do all those things? And what about
you, Killer? That’s what they call you, isn’t it? Are the stories about you
true?”
“Truth
occasions such inaccuracy.” The red-eyed man shrugged philosophically.
“Somewhere
in between lies and the truth are the answers about me.”
She
nodded and they stayed like that in comfortable silence while the moon danced across
the Martian sky, a puppet pulled by invisible marionette strings.
“Well,
we should finish what we started then, shouldn’t we.”
She
turned to him and he nodded.
“As
good a time as any.” He smiled, like he was privy to a great secret, and in a
way, he was. They both were.
Marlena
and the red-eyed man clambered out of their pod. A cold harsh wind blew as they
went about their task diligently. Neither of them spoke as they worked. Years
ago, before the world went dark, various colonies had been set up on the
surface of Mars. Marlena and the red-eyed man were on one of those colonies.
They had been sent on a scavenging mission by the people they worked for, a
secretive group with secretive goals. The only thing the Red-eyed man knew was
their name: “The Keepers of the Light”.
From
the moment a Keeper of the Light had rescued Marlena as an orphan on Terra
Nova, they had been the closest thing to a family she’d had. There were
rumblings that the Keepers of the Light were precognitives who could see the
future, and could sense whether individuals were gifted. Marlena believed this.
Why else would they have rescued someone who seemed as insignificant as her?
She
willingly became their loyal footsoldier, extraordinary in defence of their
cause. She did what needed to be done and in return, she was given the freedom
to be as average as she wished when not serving their cause.
She
was the most celebrated member of the acolytes of the Keepers of the Light, the star pupil who
overcame the circumstances of her birth to become their greatest operative.
The
red-eyed man, on the other hand had actively sought out the Keepers of the
Light. Unlike Marlena, he was considered painfully average, not particularly
talented. What he lacked in talent he made up with sheer devotion. He believed
wholeheartedly in the righteousness of their cause. To him, they were all that
stood between whatever was left of humanity and complete anarchy. He had once
had a family, friends, a mate. But he had given everything up to become an
acolyte.
In
his weaker moments, he pined for the old days. He wished he could return to
when times seemed simpler, but he knew that those times were dead and gone. He
would wake up, a silent scream stuck in his throat and he would curse his
weakness. There was no room for sentiment. The world had become a hard, cruel
place. The only way to survive the hellish darkness of Terra Nova was to be
stronger and harder still.
And
yet, despite their differences, Marlena and the Red-eyed man were as close to
what could be called friends as was possible in such dark times. He understood her yearning for a family, her
loneliness, her pain, and her desire to be normal. She understood his fear, his
self-loathing and his feeling of being trapped between the desire for order and
succumbing to the chaos of his own mind. They were each lost, broken, didn’t speak
much and neither tried to change the other. For that reason above all others,
they worked perfectly together, a well oiled machine, marionettes whose strings
were pulled and pulled, again and again.
The
red-eyed man broke the silence, as always.
“So,
do you know what we’re doing here? What this mission is?”
He
spoke hurriedly, afraid that he was betraying his fear.
“I
don’t know any more than what Me’ek told us, and why worry about things that
don’t concern us?”
She
shrugged casually. Even in her space suit, he could feel her complete lack of
tension. She was always at ease, never showed any fear, never seemed in a
hurry. It was almost like she had her entire world mapped out, like she could
see all its twists and turns. Sometimes she scarcely seemed human.
Me’ek
was their handler and legend had it that he was the man who found Marlena and
who had trained her. She never spoke about him other than as the man who gave
her the orders she had sworn to follow.
“Was
it just me, or was he being more cryptic than usual?” the red-eyed man fumed.
Marlena
ignored him. Eventually, his fit of pique passed and he placed the small cube
on the surface of the ground, exactly where the calculations told him they
should be. He pressed the button to activate it, took a step back and with a
whoosh, the depth charge materialized.
Me’ek
had been very particular. The two of them were to move each of the colony
outposts from Mars to new positions, place depth charges at specific locations
on the planet and then return to the Blue Planet for further instructions. They
hadn’t even been told to detonate them. Presumably, the Keepers were tying up a
few loose ends from some earlier unpleasantness, but it all seemed so
unnecessary. The Mars colonies were long since abandoned as mankind had set its
sights even further out in its vain search for light. The Mars colonies had
been ravaged with war and disease from the minute they were initiated. The
politicians on Terra Nova were powerless to do anything about it, so the
Keepers had stepped in as usual. As the people on earth – the original earth,
used to say, they kept the trains running.
Their
task now complete, Marlena and the red-eyed man began the long trek back to
their pod in silence. The Red-eyed man walked ahead of Marlena and every once
in a while he would turn around, like he was afraid she would disappear. She
remained deep in thought, for once, like she was unsure of whether she was
doing the right thing. If the Red-eyed man noticed anything different about
her, he didn’t say. Eventually after what seemed like an eternity, they were
safely ensconced in the warm womb-like cocoon of the pod that the red-eyed man
had christened “The Whale.” That was another oddity of his. He was obsessed
with the ancient history of Old Earth, it’s books, the crude content that
passed for entertainment, everything about it. She tolerated it, though she
didn’t particularly understand it.
“Beam
us up, scotty.” The red-eyed man laughed at his own joke.
Marlena’s
helmet made a hissing sound as she disengaged the environmental containment
portal and turned off her digital retina display.
The
red-eyed man flicked the switches, priming the dark matter engine that would
carry them home.
His
back was to Marlena, and when he turned to face her, she had a laser pistol
pointed at him.
“Et
tu, Brutus?” said the red-eyed man.
“This
was always going to be a one-way trip,” Marlena said impassively.
“I
volunteered for this mission alone. You were unfortunate to be assigned to be
my watcher. I think Me’ek suspected what I was about to do. He hoped that
sending you with me would change my mind, but it has only strengthened my
resolve.”
“So,
what, you’ll kill me, and then what?”
Marlena
did not respond. She put the laser pistol down on the console and sat down,
with her head in her hands, a moment of rare weakness. This frightened the
red-eyed man more than anything she’d done before. Soon enough, she composed
herself and said, “I'm not going to kill you, I only acquiesced to your
accompanying me because I needed a witness for what I'm about to do.”
The
Red-eyed man looked confused.
“The
stories about me, they’re all true,” Marlena said. “All the rumors of my gifts
they’re true. You’d heard the whispers, I'm sure. The whispers that I wasn’t of
this world. It’s all true. All of it.
I
was born in what you call the Year 3000. I was sent to your earth, not long
after. My job was to prepare the Earth for the coming invasion, but along the
way, I got lost, I forgot what I was supposed to do, so I took the form of one
of your helpless infants. Me’ek found me. He knew what I was, he was a Keeper
after all, but he didn’t have the heart to destroy me. He couldn’t have, even
if he’d tried. Along the way, my memories returned. First a trickle, then the
flood. The guilt became too much to bear. I couldn’t do what I had been sent to
do.”
She
got up and turned her back to him. The red-eyed man reached out to her, but she
drew back.
“What
was it? What were you sent to do?”
“I
was sent here – to steal your sun.”
The
Red-Eyed man recoiled in horror. It all was starting to make sense.
“What
do you mean, you couldn’t do what you came to do. Seems to me you did a fine
damn job. Christ, so it’s been you, all this time. You’re the reason the sun’s
gone and buggered off. Fuckin’ hell.”
The
Red-eyed man paced back and forth.
“So,
what’s this secret mission all about then, are you going to send a beacon to
our new alien overlords? Is this the End?”
“No.
I’ve long since lost my connection to my people. I haven’t had a transmission
in hundreds of years. Even accounting for space-time, any transmissions should
have been received years ago. I'm a telepath, but I haven’t sensed my people in
thousands of years. Not since before I was “born” on your earth. I fear it’s
more than likely my race is no more. Perhaps our warlike ways overtook us or
perhaps plague, pestilence or disease. Either way, they’ve forgotten about me.
Terra Nova is all I have left. I don’t love it enough to live for it, but I
love it enough to die for it.”
She
turned to the console, and flicked on a display panel showing Terra Nova,
beautiful still in its infinite darkness. She spoke softly, to herself.
“Darkness
is all I’ve ever known, beauty tinged with madness. I’ve been up, I’ve been
down, I’ve kissed the sky and touched the ground. I’ve burned too bright for
too long. I can’t remember the last time I saw myself in the brightness of light,
but I remember Terra Nova as it was in the light, so lovely, so high above me.
I see it for what it truly is, a shining star. Maybe in time, it will burn
again.”
Marlena’s
eyes glowed bright and in a flash of light, the Red-Eyed Man found himself back
on Terra Nova, in his dingy apartment with the digidisplay playing Terminator 2
on repeat.
Back
on Mars, Marlena, the silver-haired woman known as Kamikaze, but whose real
name was Katalia Mavelia, which in the tongue of her people, the denizens of
the Sixth dimension who were once known as the Cathexis, meant “Keeper of the
Light” set about her task. Her powers were slowly fading away after being
disconnected from the hive mind of her people, but she still had enough. It had
been impetuous of her to drain them even further by teleporting Male’ek back to
Terra Nova, but for all his faults, he was a good man, or he would become a good one.
She
opened the pod and stepped outside without her suit. She didn’t need it
anymore. She looked up into the inky black night and said the magic words that
would release the light within her. She had stolen the sun, not to destroy the
earth but to sustain her and now she would return it to its rightful place at
the cost of her own life.
Everything
was going according to plan. The fact that the red planet had been used as a
storage ground for unspent dark matter was the final piece of her puzzle. The
dark matter would amplify the release of her boundless energy, and she had
placed the teleportation portals in just the right positions to create a chain
reaction to transport the energy from the surface of Mars to where it needed to
go. It had taken years of planning to get the teleportation portals placed
around the galaxy. From Mars to the lost edges of the Alpha Centauri, it had
all been planned carefully.
She
walked slowly, thoughtfully. X marked the spot. She could feel the energy
coursing through her as she willed it to the surface. Her eyes were glowing
red, her silver hair burned bright with the fire of a thousand suns and her
true form was revealed in a blinding flash of light and the implosion of a
thousand suns.
Terra Nova, 4000
No
one knew how it happened. The people went to sleep, and when they woke up the
sun was shining and all was right with the world. No one knew how it happened.
No one except Male’ek. The scientists had all rushed to take credit; the
politicians beat them to it. The people who had moved underground remained
underground. The good people remained good and those who sought to do evil hadn’t
lost their desire to do so. In a way, it was like nothing at all had changed. The world kept spinning,
a marionette tangled in invisible strings.
Male’ek
had come to understand that Marlena had sacrificed herself to save Terra Nova,
not because she thought Terra Nova was a utopia, but precisely because she knew
it was not. It was filled with people. People who were good, bad, flawed,
human, inhuman and everything in between. He had once told her that somewhere
in between truth and the lies was the answer to him and just before she sent
him back to Terra Nova to live out the rest of his days, she had told him
“somewhere between human and inhuman is where you really are.”
He
had not being sure what she meant at the time, but as time went by, he began to
understand. When she had touched him that final time, she had unlocked
something within him, maybe she had given him a piece of her, or maybe she had
opened his eyes to his true nature. He was not entirely sure. It didn’t matter.
She had spent her days protecting Terra Nova even as she was slowly destroying
it. Eventually, the contradiction became too much to bear and she had made the
ultimate sacrifice. But before doing so, she had passed the torch for
protecting Terra Nova to him. She had loved it enough to die for it and he
would make sure her sacrifice was not in vain.
He
looked up at the sunset over the horizon from his cramped dwelling unit. He
could feel her words echoing inside him.
“You
could be like a shining star, if you just keep burning.”
He
felt no more fear; he had been imbued with glorious purpose. He would never be
alone again.
THE END
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