All Tomorrows

Long after their fall from grace, the Machines still clung on to existence. During the initial aftermath of the war, the Asteromorphs had planned to exterminate every last one of them, only to discover that the Machines were simply too useful to destroy. For millions of years they had perfected the interface between mind and machine to such an extent that they could live and operate in the most inhospitable conditions. Such beings, deprived of their galaxy-straddling power, would make invaluable contributions to research and exploration in the New Empire.

There was a sense of poetic justice in all of this. The Machines, who once distorted biological life forms to their whim, were finally treated to a similar fate. To begin with, the Asteromorphs completely scrapped their ability of self-contained gravitational manipulation; the very force that had rendered them invulnerable in the first place. They were given finite life spans and slightly numbed imaginations, so that history would not repeat itself. The degradatory nature of these changes, however, did not imply an overall regression.

Unlike their ancestors, the New Machines were endowed with nanotechnological bodies that could remodel themselves continuously, which meant that they could come in every shape and size imaginable, and then some that could not. A machine citizen could live for some time in the void of the space, conducting research, and then transform into a completely different body plan for a holiday on a cometary halo, tropical jungle or a methane ocean. He or she would also make the trip personally by growing temporary hyperdrives and ramjet engines!

Despite their breathtaking versatility, the Machines were never as common or prominent, even after completely accepting their role as lowly citizens of the New Empire. The greatest wars in conceivable history had ingrained the organics with too deep a mistrust of their mechanical neighbors, and the New Machines were always treated with a degree of discrimination. The sins of their fathers had come to shackle this most splendorous of all human species.

A machine citizen of the New Empire. She sports a dazzling pair of branching arms that suit both the latest fashion trends and her job as an artisan. Machines following fashion might seem unusual to a reader of this era, but never forget that these beings are human intelligences, only in different bodies.

Second Contact

With successive waves of machine-aided discovery and colonization, the New Empire grew exponentially. Such was the growth of wealth and progress that its description would need the use of concepts that remain unexplored today. To talk with a man of today about the comings and goings of the New Empire would be akin to giving lectures of 20^th century geopolitics to a huntergatherer.

This magnificent entity was not blind to the universe around it. It tuned in its eyes, ears and sensors, and probed the events of the surrounding galaxies. The New Galactics suspected that the surrounding nebulae might also have their indigenous folk, and it was wise to contact them before a misunderstanding, or conflict could occur. On a darker side, these observations also served as lookouts for potential invaders. Even then, the memory of the Qu was not forgotten.

The discovery was eventually made. One of the neighboring galaxies was showing patterns of activity that were the unmistakable signs of a sentient organization. Some thinkers reviled in the discovery of a new civilization, while others feared a return of the Qu. Fortunately, this second encounter with an alien species proved to be a peaceful one. Perhaps the intelligences of both galaxies were finally mature enough to meet without quarreling.

The other Galaxy was dominated by connected unions of different beings, presided over by various kinds of Amphicephali; bizarre creatures that resembled giant snakes with heads on both ends, one of which bore a secondary, retractile body that they would use to interact with the world. Apparently, they had undergone alternating series of regressions, evolutionary radiations and selfimposed genetic makeovers, just as humanity had.

With all of their wild difference, the Amphicephali were welcome. They were the first, but surely not the last.

An Amphicephalus ambassador with spaceships typical of their kind. Her strange body plan betrays an evolutionary history as complicated as that of humanity.

Earth Rediscovered