After noon local time. Carol is talking to
Alta on the phone; you have done your exercises and had a nap so it is time for
your day to begin.
1234
hours. I like the idea of a satire as long as the humor stays gray to dark. I’m
ready to see what she does with it.
That’s good of you, boy. – Amorella
Actually,
it doesn’t seem to me there will be too much challenge to satirizing my state
of being as long as it stretches into the species quest into knowing who one is – I would hate to waste this on
myself.
1308
hours. I have Diplomat’s Introduction and Thesis posted.
And? – Amorella
Shouldn’t
it be posted here also?
Why? – Amorella
Okay.
Interested readers will have to go to
What is she going to begin with? That isn’t
much of an introduction either.
O yea of little faith. – Amorella
1313
hours. I don’t know what to say here.
And yet you found the words. – Amorella
It
is not a matter of faith.
No, it is. You don’t have faith in Diplomat
to do her project. – Amorella
I
have faith in you.
Mid-afternoon.
You drove to Blue Ash for a Marx Bagels ‘picnic’ lunch – tuna salad on honey
wheat topped off with two chocolate chip cookies, all freshly made. You sat in
the car, eating and watching traffic on Kenwood Road. Now you watching traffic
on Mason-Montgomery Road after a quick stop at Kroger’s.
1523
hours. Such are the days of retirees. No complaints.
Why don’t you work on Pouch 13 and we can
come back to Diplomat later. – Amorella
Fine
with me. Carol is on page 68 of The
Postmistress; I thought she was further along.
1550
hours. I have Pouch 13 edited.
Add and post when convenient. – Amorella
***
(final) Diplomatic
Pouch 13 ©2014, rho GMG.One
Ship
analyzed all personal and public information gathered on Pyl, Justin and Blake
as well as their fine-lined DNA substructures and ongoing vital signs many
degrees beyond those presently possible or even known on Earth. With what Ship
has presently he can create a female and/or a male twin of each individual
earthling for non-rejecting fully mature and transplantable whole body or body
parts within twenty-four hours. Observations of living earthling vital stats while anywhere on Ship are
compartmentalized into Box-UsefulanMixeData.
After
explanations as to general safety procedures and how the control room sorted
data on Ship, the earthlings sit down in comfort at an accompanying table and
chairs in a small pushanpull bump-out room. A short break with familiar drinks
of choice and a few assorted well-known tidbits sat on a small wall shelf for
their pleasure.
Justin
asked, "I'm sure Pyl and Blake are fascinated with the overall mechanics
of operation as what you say reminds me of a flight manual. I appreciate that
this is a general review as I am somewhat overwhelmed with the size and detail.
Friendly, you mentioned that you have about a twenty thousand year head start
on us in science and technology. To carry through – what is the form of
politics and social control used on your three-planet solar system, that is,
how is society organized so that you could build and man such a ship as this?"
Friendly
spoke, "First, the point is that we are not any more intelligent than you
are. Our species developed differently for a variety of reasons even though the
physics of our planets are quite similar to your own. We can breath your air,
drink your water and eat some of your food without momentary illness. We
evolved similarly because we are from similar habitats." She paused taking
a sip of water and relaxing at a slower pace of speech, "Think of your
family automobile and how it is built and used. It is a vehicle to take a
person, friends or family safely from point A to point B."
Blake
slightly raised his hand but interrupted, "But we have a choice as to what
vehicle we buy."
Yermey
raised his index finger and touched the slight smile forming on his lips but
said nothing.
Friendly
continued, "We had choices too, over the millenniums, we tried many
choices but after about five thousand years of whittling down to the best
choice for us, we chose one that while not perfect, works better for us. Change
happens, just as your species has had to adapt, so do we still. Our being on Earth
is an example of this. We are here on our own because ThreePlanets is not ready
for you, not because of your lack of technology or because of your being
primates. ThreePlanets is not ready for you because you think differently than
we do."
Hartolite
smiled in agreement with her comrades. "We want to show you our humanity
because we feel our basic humanity is really no different than your own."
"Perhaps
we might begin with a what do you do?"
questioned Pyl. When we are at a social mixer this is one of those questions
people start with." She paused awaiting Justin and Blake's fuller
attention. For instance, if asked I would say I am a career counselor at the
University of Cincinnati. She glanced, "Justin?"
Her
husband smiled sheepishly, "I teach archeology at the University. I have
spent time in the field, the last time abroad I was in Israel and Egypt.
Blake
quietly added, "I have a software company that specializes in small
electronics -- behind the scenes work in communication devices. My father
started the company many years ago. Pyl, my sister, and I own it jointly. It is
a private company."
Yermey
interrupted his silence with, "I am a problem solver."
Hartolite
followed, "I too am a problem solver."
"Me
too," responded Friendly. "The three of us solve problems. We are
employed by Family Services, what you might call State Services."
"You
mean you counsel the poor?" asked Pyl, "It looks like you are all
pilots. You flew a ship across the galaxy. The jobs seem so unrelated to one
another."
Blake
quipped, "Maybe we are the poor these people are counseling."
At
first Yermey sat delighted thinking Blake's humor quick and excellent; yet he
found himself unsure.
Meanwhile Ship realized humor
and storytelling might be the best path for two humane species to develop a
common trust. Everyone likes to be entertained, thought Ship, even me.
***
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