The Machinations of Angels

To: Chancellor GundernatchFrom: Ambassador Ripley

Subject: Resignation

Chancellor, I doubt that you will receive this letter uncensored. Certainly by this point Secretary Miller has become concerned about my recent actions, or inactions I should say, and will be monitoring my communications. I wonder what she thinks is happening? Does she think I’m breaking down over the stress of my position? How right she would be! That I have begun to abuse substances that might cause me to act irrationally? Also true! As I compose this resignation letter I am under the influence of kelva. Have you been briefed on kelva yet Chancellor? It’s one of the few vices that our allies can claim is a true problem in their population. It’s an easy enough drug to get your hands on, even without the connections that come with being the ambassador to our allies afford me, and if there has not been proper testing on how the drug interacts with human physiology, I can act as a first hand witness that it is quite profound.  I will have to find a new supplier when I finish with my post, if you or someone else in the High Council don’t decide that’d be prudent to shut me up for good. It seems like a mercy at the moment, but again I am very much under the influence.

Before anyone reading this blames Secretary Miller for appointing a man so prone to emotional and chemical benders to such an important post, I assure you that I was not like this when I was appointed. Without ego I can say that I was as qualified to represent our species to our first alien ally as anyone. Then again, an argument could be made that anyone could have done it. The Fallions have been nothing but altruistic since they first contacted us all those years ago. Did you hear the stories from your grandparents Chancellor? If if my drug addled memory serves me, I believe your grandmother was acting as the Viceroy of the Mars colony at the time. What a time she must have had, both thrilling and terrifying. After all that wandering through our solar system we did, something finally told us it wasn’t just infinite void. There was life, there was intelligence, and it came in peace.

These days we tell the narrative to our children in a way that has our alliance with no road blocks. Isn’t that the way of history? The blood and sweat put into civilization summarized in a few paragraphs to be cut down as time goes on. It wasn’t an easy start, as I’m sure your grandmother would have attested to. We were afraid. We did not fully trust any alien species who would come and give to us and expect nothing in return. No matter how many interviews the Fallionian ambassadors gave, explaining their philosophy of continued prosperity through harmony throughout all life, we thought they must want something. The pragmatists thought it was resources, the fanatics thought it was slaves, and all the while the Fallions waited patiently until we collectively felt embarrassed by our lack of trust. Here truly was a superior species who had moved on from their weaknesses and have become what we have always hoped existed. They were angels.

So we learned to trust, we sent our teams of anthropologists, botanists, sociologists, and any number of researchers to their world. What we found was a civilization tempered by logic. A world where problems were discussed and dealt with logic and expedience. None of the unfounded beliefs or lack of empathy that plagued our political situations. They had a planet unified under a single system. If a problem arose, they debated, considered, and finally came to a conclusion. They reported no mass violence in their society going on seventeen generations. They had evolved into a species with selfless motives, and now they offered us a chance to join their forming galactic federation.

The most encouraging part was they revealed that they used to be just like us. A world torn by ideologies that couldn’t seem to coexist. A species that brought itself to the brink time and time again before coming to their current enlightenment. They had overcome a great plague, a sickness that brought their species to the brink. They had survived through unity and cooperation.  So not only were the Fallions ideals, they were role models that could empathize with us. Shepherds who knew how to lead us out to the end of our rocky path. How thrilled I was to be named Ambassador to these great heroes of humanity

Do you know who said “never meet your heroes” Madam Chancellor? Whoever it is doesn’t get enough credit.

There was one thing our original visiting scientists couldn’t figure out wasn’t there Chancellor? We saw the controls they had put on their planet. We could understand with a bit of tutoring how they had managed to adapt their planet to their needs without damaging its systems beyond repair. We saw how, with a certain amount of dogmatic logic, they could debate their differentiating beliefs without resorting to aggression. What we couldn’t understand was them. They were humanoid, similar enough in their circulatory and respiratory systems  to us so we could understand their physiologies .What our scientists found strange was their lack of variation. No matter where on the planet you went, the genetics of the population stayed strangely homogeneous . Our researchers couldn’t understand how they had not begun to develop defects with such stagnant stock. The Fallions dealt with this question with the same amount of patience that they showed for everything we questioned.

We were told about the genetic modifications to the population, a series of supplements in the water and food that allowed them their lack of diversity. It all came back to their plague, the great sickness that had caused them to unite as a planet in order to avoid extinction. They had nearly been destroyed they told us, but this disease had been the main catalyst for their unification. Such inspiration, Chancellor! From the abyss to the stars! Too good to be true! Then again, do any other words some up these angels of ours?

So it has been a pleasure to serve as an ambassador. To be the main proponent for the facade that we have something to offer them or that we have any leverage in their act of charity. But now, new developments have forced me to resign.

It all began with my initial tour of the Fallions historic sites. No war memorials or battlegrounds for them. No, they prefer a series of large facilities where the researchers and doctors worked tirelessly to wipe out the virus that threatened their species, and ultimately proved that there was nothing the Fallions could not conquer.

I can’t say I didn’t suspect anything then. I simply did not know what the odd feeling I had could be identified  as. The size of the facilities certainly seemed off. They were all massive and somewhat empty for a research facility. I didn’t think much of it at the time.  Such a terrible virus must have produced many casualties. Perhaps the rooms were where quarantines occurred, where the sickness was contained and eventually destroyed. How right I was.

There were whispers of course. No matter how hard a species clamps down on their past there is always a crack through which something can slip. I heard shouts from crowds, saw graffiti on mostly immaculate streets, saw the looks on Fallon ambassador’s faces when they heard the word “Cantoy”. I was told early on that it was a vile word. Something the brash young Fallions yelled out in order to elicit a reaction. Another connection to us, eh Chancellor? Even a species that far ahead can’t control their youth.

I’ll need to finish this up soon, kelva comes with a nasty come down and I have no doubt that it is coming on.

One day, after an enjoyable gathering of officials from the Fallion northern continent, I found myself back in my suite ready to end the night. As I got prepared for bed, I saw something sitting on my pillow. It was a small, crudely assembled book. How much danger must the agent who placed it there put themselves in to lay down this manifesto on my bed. I suppose that it says something about the Fallons that they are not completely in agreement. There is resistance, anemic as it might be. A minority that want it remembered that there was no plague. That the Cantoy was not a virus, but a species.

The allies that have lifted us to our golden age have only overcome war because they have won their war. They have no reason for large scale combat because there is no one left to oppose them. They have completed the purification of their planet. There is so little genetic differentiation in them because there is so little genetic differentiation left. Our angels are supremacists whose dream has been realized. Their celebrated labs are extermination camps. We have allied ourselves with what we have always promised we would fight against.

So Chancellor, after much soul searching and chemical ingestion, I must resign from my position. The main duty of an ambassador is to stabilize and strengthen the bonds between allies and I can no longer fulfill that duty. I want war chancellor. I want to decimate this civilization or have our species obliterated and enslaved by it. That’s right! I don’t even care if we win! We just have to fight. It is really what makes the human race something tolerable to be a part of. The fact that we are disgusted by the idea of eliminating differentiation.

I don’t hold any hope that if we defeat the Fallons that the Cantoy, whether they be one people or a term to describe anyone who did not fit into the acceptable genetic categories, will rise up and repopulate. The writers of the manifesto I have received belive their is not enough left to begin again. So I say we must fight to preserve the privilege of being able to face ourselves as a species. We must abandon this easy route to greatness and risk extinction.  If we do not Chancellor, we will truly be worthy being called allies to the Fallions. We will have found our kindred spirits in the universe.


Ambassador Kenneth Ripley.   


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