Chapter 86 – Session

I’ve run the scenarios and eliminated each race as the Nosram instructed me. There is another part to the simulation program though that takes some time to work through each scenario. We call it the re-enactor. By submitting blood and tissue samples of a species, along with data of their environment, we can see how they will evolve over time. Obviously, the Nosram’s influence on this species has some bearing on their evolution. So, if one tribe is eliminated from the a group of life forms, we can project what effect that will have on the remaining tribes, environment and overall life of the planet. In this way, the Nosram actually alter the genetic evolution of some of the species that they come into contact with as they will add elements or alter environments to obtain the change that they want to achieve.

While the data from this part of the program can be an incentive to move forward with agendas, there is a lesser known and understood portion that is rarely used. It is using the re-enactor in reverse. Imagine taking any of the tribes back to their origin to see if they have a common ancestry. Imagine taking the Bormeas back to their original form. What would they look like?

We were sent on this mission with reams of data and images on nearly all of the tribes, environments and cities; all we needed to know about everything, except for … the Bormeas. They were an unknown to us and all we had to go on were shadowy images captured at dusk. There were no samples, nor were any specimens collected beforehand. On previous missions we’ve even extracted life forms and brought them on the ship to run diagnostics on them. Usually when we return them there is no memory of the events. Sometimes the subject has awaken during the process and no matter how much scrubbing we have them undergo, not all of their memories are erased. We’ve even inserted tracking devices into some and observed them over generations, extracting them, and their offspring, more than once. Not once, that I’m aware of, did we do this with the Bormeas. All of us knew that for one of us scouts to adapt to the Bormeas as a species we would need to have a breakdown of their system in order to replicate it so it wasn’t just a surface adaption.

What does it all mean? Were the Nosram here before? Did they send in the Bormeas and are reaping what they sowed? The Bormeas’ gluttony served to mine the planet for the purest of its resources, exploring every crevice of it more than had it remained in a garden state, as the Caysas allege it once was.

Knowing full well that it is likely every scenario, every query, even every stroke of the screen is recorded, I go ahead with my investigation. My curiosity takes over any logical thinking and approved behavior. Most of the data is already there, culled from the many probes and our own personal investigation and studies.  Without any emotion playing across my face, I pull together the data and the geothermal imaging of the terrains and set the re-enactor to move backwards many generations.

While I wait I remember asking Elder why many of the nearby creatures were so vicious.

“They were once our companions as we were once their caretakers,“ Elder replies. “The curse that we brought about fell on them as heavily as it did on us, turning some of them vile. And others grew into their evil ways to survive this harsh world.”

I immediately understood then why the Caysas only ate plant life and never consumed the flesh of a beast. They couldn’t eat what they were supposed to care for. Which also explained their disdain for the cities in which livestock was raised to be butchered and sold for meals. But, it wasn’t until this moment that I realize something else. The Nosram may have their simulation program and their re-enactor to project the effect of altering species, but according to Elder, Mayta could do the same thing … naturally.

I don’t have to wait long for a result to my query. On the screen appears only a few words: Unspecified re-enactment. Search aborted. Results: Inconclusive.

 

It’s not long after my failed attempt with the re-enactor that I am summoned for a session with the Commander.

“We see a scenario was run for the Bormeas life-cycle. Was that your work?

“Yes,” I reply, wondering what else the Nosram know about my recent activities.

“What was the purpose of this?”

“In my report I gave details of the residing Esteemed’s death and breakdown of his physical form. It was highly unusual as was the manner of the … burial. I wondered if, in reviewing the evolution of this species, whether we could detect patterns of behavior that would explain what I witnessed.”

“We never receive enough data concerning the Bormeas.” The Commander’s word hang in the air as an assumed reminder to me of my supposed failed mission. There is a hum as the Commander continues, “This search was therefore incomplete. What did you  hope to find?”

“I was looking for a connection between the Bormeas and Nekko as they appear to have a similar genetic makeup. They are both genderless and I wondered how they replicated.”

“That’s not important,” the Commander snaps. “We’re not endorsing the pursuit of this. You are not to waste the resources at your disposal in this manner.”

“Yes, Commander.”

Before clicking off the speakceiver, a sound escapes that is different than anything I’ve heard before. I sit there for a moment pondering over it. While still distorted, the noise wasn’t a voice, nor was it the sound of static. It was more like a cough.