When will we ever learn?
13 Sep 2022Lily Flemmon
Images of a more excited version of me, a more energetic, more unaware, come to mind. A younger Lily. A Lily that never got the chance to exist, with an expression of triumph, shouting "I called it! I fucking called it! I knew this would happen!"But when I look in the mirror, I see the real me: Tired of having "called it" time and time again.
Yes, the PDB is a federally sanctioned terrorist organization.
Yes, the clashes in the streets that were supposedly between civilian Hudson supporters and civilian Winters supporters were actually between Federal militarized police using near-lethal and lethal force and Federal citizens using whatever means they could get to regain and assert their basic human rights.
Yes, the Thargoids are vastly more intelligent than us and are able to comprehend human individuality and have a basic respect for life on par with our own- there's no other reason they would hyperdict a ship and leave it fully intact.
Yes, Salvation was a deranged warmonger on a power trip, and the Proteus Wave was doomed to fail.
Yes, the Thargoids have the ability to wipe us out handily if they so choose- they took over HIP 22460 to try to show us that, and to get as close to "eye for an eye" as they can.
And yes, I saw it all coming.
And now the PDB is gearing up for another coordinated bout of terrorism?
And Galnet, with the sanction of the Pilots Federation, is pushing the idea that Thargoids are just now noticing humans? I'm... Unsurprised. Tired.
Part of me wants to join the Federal people against the PDB and throw myself into that nothing-to-lose fight for basic rights and necessities. Hijack a few megaships, coordinate an assault on a Farragut maybe, and lead those people to the freedom they deserve.
It sure seems like humanity is doomed to self-destruct eventually, despite all the kindness and love we're capable of, but it seems the ancient and vastly superior intelligence of the Thargoids... does not agree. They still see potential in us.
Evidence suggests that the Thargoids have had us under watchful eyes for a long time. They see us... the way an ancient and powerful guru would see an orphaned group of toddlers, except now they're hitting puberty and becoming exponentially more destructive to the galaxy and to each other, having escaped their blue home, and they're throwing rocks at the guru, and at each other. The guru throws one rock back at the teens, and it injures them significantly and they run away in fear, saying the guru has finally noticed them. The teenage orphans dig up the beautiful flowers and burn the ancient forests, and the guru could kill them all easily, but still lets them live on.
And I want to live long enough to see why.
Because maybe the guru knows that if the orphans weren't so busy fighting each other, they would build a tree house rather than bladed sticks, and they might even re-plant those flowers.