Breaking the mold

Chapter 5: The conversion

It occurs to me at this juncture that I have left out an important detail to what I am and the story of my people.  I left out the quintessential part that I mentioned in the beginning of this story and then forgot to explain.  I left out why I am not the only one.

In the beginning of our evolution, there was only myself and my father who went from Taylorn to pure energy.  As time went on, our race searched for us and our experience produced a sense of duty to evolve the rest of our bretherin as we had been evolved.  First, however, we had to find a way to communicate with them as pure energy beings can only communicate with each other when we try to do it directly.  The Taylorn were not capable of telepathic speech as most of the extra terrestrial movies try to claim.

For weeks, my father and myself tried inhabiting our brethren which killed a few and simply didn't work with others and the strange deaths only made people afraid.  There was talk amongst our people of a dark time that had come to the Taylorn and a viciousness that befell them because of unforseen forces.

There really was no god amongst my people.  Not because we didn't believe in a higher power but simply because each of us had our own interpretation of the same thing and it had not been a priority to a people who didn't think like humanity did.  So when this dark time came and Taylorn began to die because of our attempts to possess them, they viewed it, at least at first, as a defect of their science and then of nature and then finally evil spirits and a higher power punishing the Taylorn for their rapid advancement.

As an energy being, we felt what was described by some as god.  We felt the nature of the universe and the physics that moved all things.  A burning bush that didn't burn, as described in the human bible would be the only way that a god could exist without us sensing him because nature and physics was us.  To be god was to be what we could not explain or be a part of and even as pure energy, there was a lot.  God existed to us as energy because of the Holmsian quote, "Once all that is possible has been eliminated, only the impossible remains."

I digress again.  At last I stopped my father from his attempts at communication through direct contact and steered his consciousness towards a more indirect means: the electronic communication.  Electricity and technology are a requirement for any civilization that becomes advanced enough to call its self a civilization and my people were no different.  We had communications arrays and space stations and vast technological resources. Just because we had wings on our backs and our devices were slightly larger to fit our differing physiology and sociology doesn't mean that we ceased to explore.  We had been to the outer edges of our solar system but because of the huge expense and material needed to construct one of 2 ships we had with the capability, we had halted at a slow incline of growth.

The idea of a matter transporter as my father saw it hadn't even been considered for space to ground yet and the entire idea was still revolutionary for its time.  However, for us to get it to work again, we needed a corporeal creature to understand its value and to put the process into action.

[Father, do you remember the formula still] I communicated.

[Son, you know that we never forget in this form. You are now the imprint of all life lived past present and future; although we are an echo of what they would consider living. What would you suggest for communication?]

[Father, we are energy. We exist as the one thing we knew how to play with as corporeal beings.]

[You suggest manipulating machinery. What crass communication. Allow me to try something else first.]

In my young and petulant state, I went forward with my plan and reached a few Taylorn with the message but his show was so much more grand.

With his form, he became heat and began to light up the rocks in the houses of every Taylorn as a message began to burn into those walls of every Taylorn in our entire civilization. He became the planet and began to transmit fierce lightening bursts through the clouds that formed messages and spoke to those who saw it as they soared from cliff side to peaks. He became a mist and rewrote some Taylorn brain signals which are essentially electricity and sent a vague message inside their brains (so as not to fry them like before) to build and use the device that made us what we were.

The things he did could be interpreted by the weak minded as a message from God but we knew that God would have been far more impressive than utilizing energy in a closed system. It's simply a matter of size. A planet is relatively small when you're pure energy as well as the laws of physics which dictate that in a closed system like our planet that was surrounded by an atmosphere, all energy was connected.

That being said, if my father had done something like create energy that wasn't already there or try to do all those feats at once, it might have been impossible but doing it very rapidly and one thing at a time was exhausting and draining but possible. By the time he was done, he had to regenerate by draining power from several cities to get back to normal and still be hindered enough to restrict him from transference travel.

This may need explanation. Transference travel is the words I use to describe to you as humans: adapting energy to our forms and becoming that energy at any point in the universe. We know it simply as a concept but humans have such colorful language and labels that I thought I'd give it a try. Do you like it?

Digression. In any case, this display was enough to lock my father to our planet for at least 100 years but for me? I used no energy adapting a computer to spell out my message. In fact, I gained energy by draining the computers of their current while I spelled out our message on the screen. Just enough energy to transfer travel to a little blue rock lightyears away called earth.

The process went quick once our entire civilization got the message. Most of them got my father's message though. At least 99% of my people ignored me and heard him. I would venture, however that 99% of those Taylorn would also not venture out into the universe when they became energy beings. Only a small fraction of them were explorers. I knew because the last thing I did was watch the glow of light on the surface of my planet as I was surrounded by light and the quiet glow of a sunrise from the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.