The Watch On Venus
(Part Four)
"Iesu Sing, Iesu Dance,
Iesu Gives us one more
chance,
Iesu up, Iesu down,
Iesu loves us round and
round"
- Venusian Nursery Rhyme.
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They have a legend now, that
the child Iesu,
Resisted a demon. Seems we can't
win.
Godfrey Philips has been dust
for millennia,
But the fates conspire against
us. They refuse to forget.
The Martians are in trouble.
It was their experiment
Which impregnated the female
in the first place,
Their shield that failed on the
night of the birth,
And their inherent ability to
Sing, which has now been given to Venus.
The Greys arranged a meeting,
miles from anywhere, with the child.
They wanted to take him away,
bring him back here, bring him home.
But Iesu Sang. He Sang of Bright
Stars in the Sky, of the basic
Right to love and be loved, and
to be left in peace.
So Be It, the Greys declared;
let the Martians' Son do as he will,
Let the Martians tend to their
still-broken shields, Their sad Songs.
So Iesu travelled, and Sang.
He Sang of Bright Stars and love, and
he moved us all greatly. Even
the Greys mourned his passing.
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LOG:
Staffel
POSITION:
Mission Control
RACE:
Grey Martian
EVENT:
Contact.
BEGIN PUBLIC:
We're going in. What the Earther
Godfrey set off Millennia ago,
Has come to a head; the locals
refuse to believe that Iesu is
Dead. We took the body, of course,
away from the prying eyes,
But that's just lent fuel to
the fire.
Venus is erupting in violence,
and it's our fault.
The Martians have finally
fixed their Cloak. As ridiculous as it
Seems, this has caused a major
upset on Venus. We're sending
Earthers in first, hoping their
inability to interbreed
Extends to Venusians.
END PUBLIC:
BEGIN PRIVATE:
My father is worrying me.
A Grey, always so self-assured, so confident,
Shouldn't fret so. He's been
spending too much time with ancient roms,
With creased forehead and worried
frown.
I shouldn't be doing this,
I know, but I've used my position to try
And see what's bothering him
so. His last request of the ancient rom
Was to search out the word, "Guardian".
Something deep inside me quakes.
END PRIVATE:
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