Release date: August 28, 2020
Subgenre: Space Exploration, First Contact
About I Want the Stars:
THEY WANTED THE STARS
Eight hundred years from now, Earth is
a paradise. Humanity has faced its
greatest challenges...and won. Every
wish is fulfilled. Every need is met.
But is that enough?
Jenorden wants more, wandering the
galaxy with his friends as he seeks
the answer. He knows his life is
missing something. But what?
And when aliens from another galaxy
appear, offering to answer any
question and reveal any secret, are
their motives sinister…
...or sincere?
Excerpt:
“All broadcasts are automatically recorded.”
Enrarkal turned to the humans. “I think we should discuss this without an audience.” He touched horns and the picture faded and disappeared.
For a moment no one could speak. Their race, too, had once been divided into rival factions engaged in an arms race which could have ended in extermination. The Eb were at the beginning of a long time of troubles and no one could promise them they were going to survive.
“Revliken is just like a computer,” Roseka said. “He only tells what he’s asked. Emcasa could have died just because he didn’t ask the right questions.”
“After that scene,” Jenorden said, “the Borg had better have proof they know what they’re doing. The Eb can’t even handle the knowledge they have, much less the kind of knowledge they’re trying to get
from the Borg.”
They sat down in their swivel chairs. None of them looked comfortable. Their eyes kept glancing from the screen to the clock.
“This obligates us,” Roseka said. “We have to investigate the Borg. I won’t judge them in advance, and I don’t see how any technologically advanced race could be that stupid, but judging by what we’ve just seen, the Borg could be a menace to every race in the galaxy.”
An hour passed. One by one, they drifted out of the control room. They were worried but they were too alive not to grow bored waiting in front of a blank screen. Veneleo nibbled a buffet in the dining area; Roseka studied some of her observations on the last planet they had visited, and Elinee and Jenorden practiced an ancient duet they had uncovered in the ship’s musical records. All the while a small part of each brain thought about the situation on the fourth planet and waited for news.
“Attention,” the computer said. “Attention. We are receiving a message from the fourth planet.”
In a moment they were all standing in the control room. Elinee switched on the screen and Revliken appeared before them and bent his knees.
“We are ready to leave,” Revliken said. “Do you wish to visit the Borg?”
“Are the Eb going with you?” Jenorden asked.
“Yes.”
“What are you going to teach them?”
“Nothing.”
“What are the Borg going to teach them?”
“The Borg will teach them the answer to their question.”
“Why didn’t you tell Emcasa our conversation with him had been recorded?”
“We cannot interfere,” Revliken said.
“Aren’t you interfering by taking them to the Borg?”
“We don’t consider that interference.”
“Why not?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Why not?”
“You must ask the Borg.”
Enrarkal turned to the humans. “I think we should discuss this without an audience.” He touched horns and the picture faded and disappeared.
For a moment no one could speak. Their race, too, had once been divided into rival factions engaged in an arms race which could have ended in extermination. The Eb were at the beginning of a long time of troubles and no one could promise them they were going to survive.
“Revliken is just like a computer,” Roseka said. “He only tells what he’s asked. Emcasa could have died just because he didn’t ask the right questions.”
“After that scene,” Jenorden said, “the Borg had better have proof they know what they’re doing. The Eb can’t even handle the knowledge they have, much less the kind of knowledge they’re trying to get
from the Borg.”
They sat down in their swivel chairs. None of them looked comfortable. Their eyes kept glancing from the screen to the clock.
“This obligates us,” Roseka said. “We have to investigate the Borg. I won’t judge them in advance, and I don’t see how any technologically advanced race could be that stupid, but judging by what we’ve just seen, the Borg could be a menace to every race in the galaxy.”
An hour passed. One by one, they drifted out of the control room. They were worried but they were too alive not to grow bored waiting in front of a blank screen. Veneleo nibbled a buffet in the dining area; Roseka studied some of her observations on the last planet they had visited, and Elinee and Jenorden practiced an ancient duet they had uncovered in the ship’s musical records. All the while a small part of each brain thought about the situation on the fourth planet and waited for news.
“Attention,” the computer said. “Attention. We are receiving a message from the fourth planet.”
In a moment they were all standing in the control room. Elinee switched on the screen and Revliken appeared before them and bent his knees.
“We are ready to leave,” Revliken said. “Do you wish to visit the Borg?”
“Are the Eb going with you?” Jenorden asked.
“Yes.”
“What are you going to teach them?”
“Nothing.”
“What are the Borg going to teach them?”
“The Borg will teach them the answer to their question.”
“Why didn’t you tell Emcasa our conversation with him had been recorded?”
“We cannot interfere,” Revliken said.
“Aren’t you interfering by taking them to the Borg?”
“We don’t consider that interference.”
“Why not?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Why not?”
“You must ask the Borg.”
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