The Shift: A Cosmic Short.
It began just like everything else, with an ending. When the last bomb laid waste to the remains of the planet the ship Cthulhu was already headed to Halcyon Q. A planet in a solar system unknown to us. It had finally come to this. The destruction of our home by the stupidity of human calamity. Truly it was their nature and the longer we studied our prey the further convinced we were. None more so than Presigous, the oldest of us all. The one who watched the Pyramids be erected on each continent. The one who gave council to every dynasty that could call themselves one. He foretold of this event a century before, determining the course of our doomed companions. He locked himself in his estate and didn’t return until the eve of the apocalypse. Broadcasting himself with the aide of his children through our shared cerebral link, he let the ultimatum fall. Join him and cast away to a new home, or perish with the humans for nothing would be inhabitable once it was all over. A rumble of dismay permeated the minds of the many yet led to only one real conclusion; exodus. Many of us quickly made our way to his castle by all the magic that could be summoned. Others, a small number, chose to stay. Under what reasoning one could never know. They stayed, we left. Watching the many places on the earth that we loved turn to mushrooms clouds of smoke. Some of us wept at the loss of our fine things, blood trickled from cheeks and upon shoulders of those comforting friends and loved ones.
Not I though. I did mourn for the Earth as we sailed into darkness. I knew I would miss the familiar places that reminded me of my mortal life. Places where sunshine still existed and places where darkness remains, those places held my sincerest emotions. In my mind is where those memories would live for their material representation was eviscerated from the heavens and we were on to a new beginning for our kind.
The Cthulhu carried us for two years before we reached our destination. It was a strain on our diet as we had no fresh supply of plasma. Although Presigous had planned this with great detail none of this information was privy to us. Concerns of food and supplies edged constantly in the minds of the vessel. None of us felt too emboldened to ask outright as Presigous himself remained on an upper level of the carrier, inaccessible to anyone who was not his kin and mentally blocking all attempts to link. His children explained that he was busy guiding and directing the ship and we should not worry because everything had been given great thought. Yet no answers prevailed. By time the ship landed and everyone breathed the clear, yet shallowly dense air most were too overjoyed at having arrived safely to really make demands upon secrets. When he finally emerged from his loft he told us that he with the help of his research and development team as well as otherworldly creatures, had come up with a synthetic plasma protein that can be manufactured in continuum for as long as they needed it.
Presigous had spent the greater part of his life building his empire as the hand behind the hand. As such many of the advancements through science and medicine were made solely by his contribution to those industries. He was vested in the maintenance of the herd and was ahead of the curve in all matters human. Jubilant and relieved the inhabitants of the Cthulhu began to manifest their destiny upon a new land.
The first century that passed was an adjustment to those who were so accustomed to lavish lifestyles. With all of us, except for Presigous, starting out with nothing the creation of habitable dwellings was left to the bourgeois and once ruling leaders among us. It took no time at all to establish a caste system of laborers (low blood new/young immortals), specially skilled techs (mid blood long term immortals), and the elites (high blood oldest class) all ruled succinctly by Presigous and his family.
Presigous invited his alien connections, the Jahubats, to help improve the facility of the empire he was building, for it was they who assisted in the creation of the ship that helped us arrive to Halcyon Q. It was rumored that he, Presigous, had saved an alien son of the royal family from being dissected by one government or the other when his ship had crashed on Earth. Presigous was highly interested in all matters of this world and beyond so this does not seemed so far fetched in view of who Presigous really was. A ghost emperor, ruling over vast lands with influence so grand that no country nor it’s government made moves without his prior knowledge and blessing. Only those of us who spent time with Presigous really knew his vast amount of power.
He held court to introduce us to them, the Jahubat, and established the laws of the land from that day forth. Through their technology we were able to synthesize clothes, shoes and all manner of things we clung to in former lives. Their technological devices mirrored and yet outmatched our magic in far superior ways. What took us days to do, even with our incredible speed, took but moments through the direct connection of manifestation. We were given small devices to enter in to ears, which then latched on to our brains by a biological symbiote of some sort and with a concentrated thought our wishes were brought to us. It’s only shortcoming was it could not reproduce living things so attempts to reproduce humans were, at best, ineffective, at worst warm mucus like anthropomorphic shapes that would explode upon creation.
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