Immediately following the discovery of the Amadesin threat in the higher dimensions, the largest meeting in our history was held. A specialty construction company had already built a stadium capable of accommodating all of Fostea’s world leaders, even though they didn’t know they would need it. It was constructed on Enaji Habicht’s home planet of Grevé, which was unexpectedly becoming the hub for Highlightseers. Many things were discussed across many meetings; some involving everyone, others smaller factions. We hadn’t planned on doing this, nor did we design our culture around such a thing. The whole idea is to be completely decentralized. Every ruler is meant to lead their people to their own liking, free from the interference of others, save in the case of war. To that end, however, we realized that something needed to be changed. Lightseers were in the middle of a massive war against nonbelievers on multiple fronts. This was spreading everyone’s resources thin, and though it was foretold in the Book of Light, it ultimately wasn’t doing anyone any good. The danger now lies externally, in a foreign land, by a civilization of Amadesin remnants who call themselves the Thuriamen. Evidently, they are the last surviving faction of the pervasive and despicable religion of the old worlds. Their particular tenets of faith, as contrasted with rival factions, are irrelevant. What we know of them is that they seek to poison the entire universe with their misguided and dark beliefs. The vast majority of their own people live in utter darkness, navigating solely by the glow of dim artificial lights, just enough to not walk off a cliff, if that. We even believe that the people who the religious leaders force to live this way are not even casually aware of the very concept of sunshine. It is not these poor souls we are concerned with, but the elite upper class who seek to control their lives—exercising domination not through fear or love, but total ignorance. It is our custom to stay out of other people’s business, but this we cannot let stand, and most leaders who met on Grevé agree. Now is the time to abandon our traditions in favor of saving an entire population from the bonds of their oblivion; to spread the Light of Life to those who need it most. Highlightseers, in a joint announcement with representatives from all opposing forces, have revealed that a staggeringly monumental army will be assembled. All concerned have signed a peace treaty, declaring a ceasefire indefinitely, if not permanently, and will be redirecting their troops to a new mission. We will no longer seek to harm each other; but instead spread truth, battling anyone intent on shrouding others in their twisted darkness. The Pangalactic Fleet deploys today.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
Friday, October 20, 2017
Microstory 695: Peace in the Galaxy for War in the Void
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