Once the war was over in the remote village, the villagers resettled their lands. And once the spacefaring migrants had begun building their own, far more advanced, settlements, a group of them went out to explore. They were looking for valuable resources they could use to thrive on their new world, but what they found, was the village. Being wary but friendly, the migrants attempted to communicate with the natives, but were met only with fear. The villagers were not completely cut off from the rest of their planet. They knew other villages existed, as there was once a significant trading economy amongst them. Upon finding ways of sustaining themselves without branching out, however, they adopted a culture of isolation. They were not afraid simply by encountering others, but what these invaders represented. They wore unusual garments, spoke a strange tongue, and carried magical rocks that produced light and frightening noises. They did not know the truth behind these things, and most of them did not want to know. They just wanted to be left alone. The migrants attempted to show the villagers that these were merely metric equipment that they were using to survey the land, but the natives resisted the lessons. They could not comprehend, for their upbringing did not support such creations. Remember, these were the ones who were physically unable to see the shuttles flying down from the sky, because their brains could not process the information. Still, the migrants continued to work with the villagers, leaving with them a sort of ambassador who would hopefully slowly learn to communicate. Fortunately, there was a young woman villager with a stronger sense of curiosity, and she was chosen as their ambassador. The two quickly became friends, even though they could not at first understand each other. They eventually came up with a system, though, that allowed them to convey messages to each other using gestures. Yet they would still speak their own languages, and over time, they began to learn each other’s words. After months of this, each was fluent in each other’s language. Empowered with this, they each went back to their own people, and retaught the new language to anyone who wished to learn. They were hopeful that the village and the migrants could live together in peace, but after more months of communication, everyone had to accept that the villagers were not comfortable living so close to all this strange technology. And so the migrants moved far away, leaving the village alone, which is exactly what they wanted.
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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.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Microstory 732: Credos, Convention Six: Communication, Chapter Two
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