Kaspar's Box

"Surface thoughts only. To read everything, even of the small samples on this and the other two moons, would be more confusing than useful if they could not be tuned. We get a sufficient sample from those who, you might say, overdose on the wave amplification effects that are a byproduct of what you call the Magi stones, and the sample is more useful because it is random. Had we not uploaded An Li at the point we did she would have had an embolism and died taking all her life's experience with her. What a waste that would have been."

"You grow those stones on all three worlds, don't you? That's what you're doing here," Maslovic said to it.

"Of course, Maslovic. In the same way as your birthing machinery creates new and well fitted and designed soldiers, we must replicate ourselves. As should be obvious, though, we do not have the innate mobility of your people. We have power you cannot dream of, yet we need others for the simplest of things. It is our curse, an evolutationary curse of sorts, which has caused much misery and despair. It keeps us always hiding, always fearful, never able to stop what threatens our long existence, yet which also destroys countless civilizations who die in total ignorance and bewilderment of why they are being extinguished."

Maslovic seemed to be the first one to understand. "Our people are silent for a reason, aren't they? We're not cut off from them. They aren't there any more."

"Always the military man must correctly analyze the tactical situation," the voice responded, a voice which, they now all realized, was only in their minds, but radiating from the tiny creatures within the walls themselves, perhaps collectively, perhaps selectively.

All the Magi stones were alive. The ones here, the ones back home, the ones on the other moons. Each contained that tiny spark of life, perhaps pure energy encased in a physical shell, that made up an almost imperceptible part of the vast intellect represented here. That was who you saw when you gazed too long into the stone. You began to sense the tiny living being within, and, eventually, the infinitely greater whole that it was somehow linked to. No wonder it seemed both alien and scary.

"What do you mean by them not bein' there?" Murphy asked the sergeant.

It was Ann who gestured with a wave at the huge alien population all around them and explained, "They aren't scouting us. And with the kind of knowledge they've absorbed from their long history and with the help of a few other groups of creatures, they don't need us or anything from us." She looked around at the multitude. "You're hiding here, aren't you? You're hiding here from whoever or whatever it was that killed seventy percent of humanity. You're not spying on us, you're spying through us. My God! What in hell can be hunting you, who can create whole solar systems and keep them stable?"

"We ain't gonna like this answer, right?" the old captain asked with a sigh.

"There is another race as ancient as we," the voice said slowly, even a bit wistfully. "Their names do not matter any more than ours do. They are, however, quite different. Your Doctor Woodward would call them a race born without souls. They have great power as well, but are mobile as we are not, and are not part of a greater whole as we are, but more in some ways like you might become, as some of your past cultures became. They are a race capable of any greatness you might imagine, but they can not imagine greatness. Their motivating factor is fear."

"You speak of demons," Joshua noted. "Why would demons fear you or anything?"