by Ian Alexio
I felt joy for this once dying world but also a bit of sadness for its savior whose deeds go unrecognized. Would they hate Eeone for what he's done or would they even believe this was the work of science. Maybe they would chalk it up to some divine miracle? This was the scientific discovery of a lifetime. Possibly the biggest discovery ever. I smiled as I thought of Eeone living out the rest of his days in solitude on his secluded floating fortress. No recognition, No accolades, No praise from his people, Then I thought to myself, Eeone wouldn't have it any other way.
As my transport flew away from the hydrating world, I tuned into the galactic news broadcast. The reporter was talking about a tremendous discovery made by the acclaimed Wroughtwilers. Bute, Andrena, Roda, and Fuge found rare dark matter minerals known as Bleaf stones in the Copia sector. This colossal haul made the Wroughtwilers the most wealthy space miners in history. That was the last thing I heard as I rammed my finger into the off switch. What a bunch of crooks. They stole that find and they damn well don't deserve any praise for it. I wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't their first time taking a claim that didn't belong to them. Damn them! What they found was just a minor discovery compared to what Eeone has found for the sake of his home planet. The blue immovable diamonds could save many worlds from drought. It could revolutionize space travel, it could even help terraform uninhabitable worlds. Why do the Wroughtwilers get rewarded for criminal acts while Eeone's deeds go unnoticed? The Wroughtwilers might have gotten fame and fortune, but what Eeone discovered saved the lives of billions. It is a shame that real heroes seldom get the recognition they deserve. I don't know when or if the blue immovables will ever be rediscovered, but if they are, I really hope that they would be named after its true founder. He deserves to be associated with the discovery. If it were up to me, I would christen the water-bearing gemstones the Eeonious Diamonds.
Alas, I am signing off. This will be my last entry as Jesse Peete. This persona dies today so that Eeone and I can possibly have justice for the crimes committed to us. I will now send my story to the proper authorities and hope that these Journal entries get to the right hands, to someone, anyone. Just as long as they are not affiliated with the Wroughtwilers, even if justice for Eeone and me are not in the cards, Other people should know Eeone's story, should know of the man with unmatched altruism, whose selflessness saved an entire world. Eeone may not be liked by many, he may not even be a very good person. Regardless of what anybody thinks of him, he is a hero. A rightful diamond in the rough. I am certain that I'll never find another like him in the entire universe.
The Next time I record my thoughts on a holo-pad, it will be under a different identity, in a different galaxy, starting a new life, a new profession. Perhaps someday I'll get back into space mining, perhaps not. Who knows, maybe I can make a decent living doing something other than mining, I hear weta farming is a good way to feed the colonies. I don't think that field pays well, but growing a sustainable food source is an honorable thing, a way I can benefit others and not just myself. Thank you for teaching me that Eeone.
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About the Author
Since a young age, I was programmed to read profusely. It was the “choose your own adventure” books that first turned me on to reading. To me, these stories were more akin to video games than mandated tasks. Adventures I could relive over and over with varied outcomes. It wasn’t long before I upgraded my taste to the popular fantasy and science fiction of the day. Thou indifferent to the act of reading itself. What draws my optical sensors to scan page after page is the raw data I obtain. Precious data that I am inclined to store in my memory banks for further analysis. Processing lines of text is no different to me than a CPU interpreting 1’s and 0’s. Books are just detailed instructions for a hi-res playback in my mind. Paper cartridges that transport me to a virtual experience far more immersive than electronic VR. (Better graphic too, I might add.) Alas, one cannot intake vast amounts of input without the spark of inspiration to share new output. As of late, I have altered my BIOS to R/W, partitioning my talents to not only enjoy works of fiction but to create it as well. In the not too distant future, I plan to publish additional sets of self-scribed instructions to transport others to worlds of my creation. If my calculations are correct, you will thoroughly enjoy my work.
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