It’s Science Fiction and Fantasy Saturday again, and I’m sharing a little more of Jarn’s experiences in Africa of 125,000 years ago. For those new to the story, Jarn is a human-like alien, a R’il’nian, who was stranded on Earth when his experimental improved starship proved to have some serious flaws. He has been accepted as a god (in spite of his efforts to set the record straight) by the early humans who are his only company. His story is part of the remote back story of my two published science fiction novels, and may be found in its entirety to date on my author site. A somewhat longer version of this entry can be found at my main blog.
Once, a long time ago, a R’il’nian I knew was killed (carelessness in a chemical laboratory) and left her body behind. I knew her well enough to attend her funeral, where we took turns remembering things about her. Finally we spoke the ritual words together: “Take the goodness and joy of your life with you as you go before, and let all sorrow and evil be consumed with your body in the furnace from which it came.” Then we joined together in teleporting her body into the sun.
More often, of course, people just gradually disappeared, as I no doubt have to my friends. We grow tired of life, and careless, or we think too highly of our abilities to take care when care is needed, as I did. We leave no bodies behind. But we do not simply wear out, like objects and animals.
These people are not objects or animals. But they wear out.
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