Silver's Gods by Rich X Curtis

Author:Rich X Curtis [Curtis, Rich X]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Arrow North, LLC
Published: 2020-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

I was born on Talus forty-odd years ago, as we measure time there. I am subjectively older than this, perhaps by several factors. I have experienced much, and can only relate a little to you. Talus is like Earth, physically. Same…place, if you take my meaning. Similar enough, anyway, although I can, if you like, show you on a globe some marked differences. Florida, for example, is not on Talus. There is a chain of islands, some of which are large there. Low, flat islands covered with mangrove, maybe how Florida used to be, here.

There are Worlds, you see, and Worlds. Worlds upon end. Some as alike as two peas from the same pod. Symmetrical, we call these. Congruent, is the concept. Close. Others, farther from Talus, for example, are different. There is drift. Change accumulates. This is how things are, though this is unknown to all but philosophers here. It is being guessed at, proposed, but no one knows how to prove it. I can understand this, as I cannot prove it, though I know it to be true.

No human mind can grasp the mathematics of this. I have tried, as we are all tested, those of my…service. Who do my work. They test us to see if we have aptitude. I must have some aptitude, as they selected and trained me for this. But I could no more tell you how it is done, so to speak, than you might tell me how cells pass their structure from one to another, from ancestor to descendant. Maybe you can tell me this, yes, but it serves as an example. It is complex in ways hard for human minds to grasp.

So naturally you ask how did we of Talus learn this? I am not certain. We are not a historically minded culture, I have learned. Some Minds among us may keep such records. But I was never taught them. Only basic history, traditions, and customs of the society I was born into. What things we did, but never a structured study of the past. This is by design, although this is not a thought I would be comfortable discussing at home. It is seditious among my people to question authority. They punish it.

Different, yes. We forked, our Worlds, long ago. Once, perhaps, we shared a common thread, but then somewhere in our history, a forking occurred. Why, I do not know. I know only the practical elements of this, not the hows and whys. There is a tapestry of Worlds, and it binds each to another by an infinity of threads, but sometimes Worlds split. Perhaps they are always splitting, infinitely, as every particle down to the smallest of the small can split into its constituent parts. It might be so. I do not know. But practically, there is there, and there is here. And other places similar to this, to Talus, yet distinctly their own too. An infinity of Worlds, shadows or reflections of each other. Endless, Worlds upon Worlds.

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