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aliaspseudonymThe shining ones were the last to leave the blue planet. When the air was too dark to breath, they built the domed cities. When there was nothing left to burn they built enormous stations in the empty darkness to drink in sunlight and beam it back to them through the murky air. Only when Sol itself began to swell and burn strangely did they board the last of the miracle ships and set sail for the distant stars.
They awoke on a small, sunscorched, barren planet and they named it Aurora. The miracle ship gave them skin that drank in the harsh light and slim bodies that needed little sustenance, but as they spread they found their new star’s light shone through their buildings and their skin and burned their unborn children, so that many were born dead and deformed. They built lead houses for the child-bearers to hide from the light, but even then, the light burned away their virility and their population slowly dwindled.
The shining ones realized then that the miracle ship had failed them and took matters into their own hands. They built dark, lead-lined temples and, using the wisdom they carried from the blue planet, they grew their children in glass tanks from carefully cultured cells. As the temples rose the shining ones multiplied and built cities of glass and crystal until the once-barren Aurora was the most beautiful planet ever seen. The savage light of their star provided cheap, unlimited power, and they built great towers to broadcast that power into the air to be drawn on freely by all their machines and devices.
Slowly, then, the wisdom of the shining ones grew. They manipulated their own minds as they grew and implanted strange machines to better control their crystal computers. They grew tired of walking with their thin, frail bodies and gave themselves wings to fly about as they pleased. They turned their focus inward and learned to manipulate matter on the most fundamental level, to twist the very bonds between atoms to their augmented will. They built the Crystal City which was, at it’s height, the most glorious place in the galaxy.
They awoke on a small, sunscorched, barren planet and they named it Aurora. The miracle ship gave them skin that drank in the harsh light and slim bodies that needed little sustenance, but as they spread they found their new star’s light shone through their buildings and their skin and burned their unborn children, so that many were born dead and deformed. They built lead houses for the child-bearers to hide from the light, but even then, the light burned away their virility and their population slowly dwindled.
The shining ones realized then that the miracle ship had failed them and took matters into their own hands. They built dark, lead-lined temples and, using the wisdom they carried from the blue planet, they grew their children in glass tanks from carefully cultured cells. As the temples rose the shining ones multiplied and built cities of glass and crystal until the once-barren Aurora was the most beautiful planet ever seen. The savage light of their star provided cheap, unlimited power, and they built great towers to broadcast that power into the air to be drawn on freely by all their machines and devices.
Slowly, then, the wisdom of the shining ones grew. They manipulated their own minds as they grew and implanted strange machines to better control their crystal computers. They grew tired of walking with their thin, frail bodies and gave themselves wings to fly about as they pleased. They turned their focus inward and learned to manipulate matter on the most fundamental level, to twist the very bonds between atoms to their augmented will. They built the Crystal City which was, at it’s height, the most glorious place in the galaxy.
