After the Eleven Guardians of Earth managed to help their foster species
evolve to the point where they could leave the nest, and do the same for
others, the original guardians didn’t know what to do anymore. Five wanted to
follow the Sheltren into the bulk, and find a new race to protect. The other
five wanted to repeat what they did before, and foster the evolution of life
in this universe. Their leader was the deciding vote, but she wanted to do
neither. They had been at this for a billion years, and she was ready to
retire. The people they created and helped were now off on their own, and
trying to do the same thing. Their numbers were great, and they were eager.
What more could a measly eleven people hope to accomplish, now that they had
to compare their abilities to those of their children? According to her,
having raised the Sheltren so well was all they needed to do. Anything beyond
that could just as easily result in terrible consequences. They could
theoretically turn a race into the next Ochivari, or even something worse.
Perhaps they got lucky with the Sheltren, and it would never go so well again.
She voted that they find a random world to live out their eternity alone, no
longer meddling in the lives of others. She was going to do this regardless,
but she wasn’t going to force anyone else to follow her lead, or even work
very hard to convince them to agree. She spoke her peace, and then took off.
The others, meanwhile, decided to stay in their home universe, and do things
exactly as they had before. They went off in search of a really good planet,
and found a unicellular organism that had the potential to evolve into more
complex life. They watched and protected them for the next few hundred million
years, but then grew tired of it. They missed their leader, and this venture
wasn’t as rewarding as it was before. So they left. They didn’t do anything to
harm the new planet in any way, but they weren’t going to protect them any
more. If life wanted to continue to evolve here, it was going to have to do it
on its own. It did. They managed to survive, and develop intelligence, passing
all of their Great Filters along the way. It was only a matter of time before
they too felt compelled to travel the stars, but they did not have the same
idea as the Sheltren, or their absentee Guardians. They didn’t even know that
their predecessors had existed. As for those eleven, well they just stayed on
their lonely paradise planet in the void, and faded away from history.
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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.
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ReplyDeleteThis was a nice, short read, for my first sampling of your writing. I look forward to reading more and have bookmarked your site. Your comments on a Julie Nolke video had me cracking up.
Looking at your collection here, I must say, it's very inspiring and makes me want to get back into writing... After having my screenplay basically stolen from me by some jack@$$ at Disney, right after I graduated from high school, I got discouraged and haven't pursued any real form of writing since.
My autobiography has been stuck at the title, since I was fifteen and I can't seem to write even the first line.
Thank you for making some of your writings available to the public, by way of this site. I appreciate it immensely.
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Thank you for your kind words. Yeah, I was worried about people stealing my work if I put it out there, but then I realized it's actually better to be on this site. Now there's proof that I'm the one who wrote it first, should such a thing happen to me. There's a datestamp, and everything. I'm sorry that happened to you.
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