|The Guardians of Freedom (standard:other, 8601 words) [1/7] show all parts|
|Author: Dan Tana||Updated: Jun 14 2012||Views/Reads: 1503/860||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A strange visitor from another dimension wants to protect the people of Earth.|
Beyond the boundaries of what you call reality there are many other spaces, dimensions, and forms of existence. Well, maybe there are. None of you human beings actually know anything about what lies beyond the veil of your Earthly existence, because everything that you experience in this place is ultimately just an experience of this place, so nothing that happens to you here can ever really prove whether there is something else out there or nothing at all. But I do know that these other places exist, because I come from another dimension of reality. Or, maybe I don't. Maybe the place that I come from is really the imagination of some person who lives on this planet Earth, which, incidentally, could very well be that other dimension of reality. And you may never know for sure what the truth is. So it is probably best not to worry about such matters, and just enjoy the story that I am going to tell you. Anyway, some of these places that may or may not exist are very much like the space you inhabit, and some are even hospitable to creatures like you, while others are stranger than anything that you can comprehend. I am certain of that because I have used the scanner in my head to view the thoughts and memories of your minds, and I can see that you have no frame of reference with which to conceptualize and understand certain aspects of my native dimension, where I was created by an immeasurably ancient race of beings who I will refer to as the Goo. No, that statement about the immeasurable ancientness of the Goo is not an exaggeration, or a figurative expression, as I can see that some of you assume it must be. It's a literal fact: the exact magnitude of the duration of the existence of this race cannot be measured, because time does not function in their space as it does here. It is also no exaggeration to say that the Goo are, in general, the nicest, friendliest bunch of people that I have ever met, which is both cause and consequence of the fact that they devote most of their thoughts and energy to the purpose of having fun and producing happiness. That is why they built me – for the sole purpose of bringing happiness to one of them who has a particular fondness for playing silly games and petting fluffy things. So I am, essentially, what you would call a toy, although the term playmate is also applicable. Now some of you are incorrectly assuming that those Goo who constructed me just for the sake of another being probably did so without much concern for my own well-being, which is synonymous with my overall level of happiness. But their sensibility is such that they consider my happiness to be just as important as the wishes and well-being of anyone else. In fact, unlike many human beings, they would have found it utterly unconscionable, and even recognize it as a criminal act, for anyone to subject me to this existence just to gratify their own desires if they could not be reasonably certain that I would be fundamentally happy. So they deigned me to require minimal material resources, which are all abundantly available to me, and made me feel no physical discomfort. They also gave me a cheerful, optimistic temperament, and programmed me with interests and a personality that makes me the perfect companion for my intended friend, so that it would bring me immense, profound happiness to use my consciousness just playing with, amusing, and caring for that Goo. As my constructors had anticipated, the pseudo-spatial nexus at which the existence of my buddy and I intersected expanded into many segments with a highly exciting and enjoyable resonance, which, basically, just means that we had a lot of fun playing together. We particularly enjoyed taking trips to a place where collections of trans- dimensional enclosures have been assembled to allow the Goo to observe the inhabitants of other spaces. Scattered among these enclosures are white holes that have been modulated to emit tasty but nutritionally deficient consumables and fairly useless objects that somehow pertain to the residents of the dimensions on display. On one of our trips to this place that you might call a zoo - though in Click here to read the rest of this story (781 more lines)
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