The Watch On Venus
(Part Six)
Let's get some perspective
happening here...
Our presence here is huge. Six
billion people,
From three planetary systems.
Sixteen thousand
Languages between us, not counting
dialects.
Three Motherships, each the
size of a small moon,
Three thousand Daughterships,
each of which carries
One hundred and twenty scouts.
Each Mothership has
Berths for a thousand daughters,
and accommodation
for three thousand staff.
When the cloaks go off, the
lights come on.
Lots of lights.
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Out of the blackness grows
a deeper dark,
Nature takes a bow for past achievements,
And gracefully allows technology
to replace her.
At least here, now.
Our instruments have served
us well,
But now they falter, tell us
lies,
Like a confused and guilty child.
Father is coming.
Our cloaks fail, our communications
fail,
We are naked in the darkness,
helpless, hopeless,
Beleaguered from above, below,
and within.
Around Venus, an aurora grows.
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Later, the Venusians would
write:
"And on that day, all
the armies of Home
Lay down their arms. For
the Heavens did
Glow with a light that
was not of the Sun,
And the armies of Iesu
did chant and dance,
And the armies of the Heathens
did despair."
And that was pretty close
to the truth.
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