thyestean23

August of 2007 I made something of a prediction. Collectively looking at the past and the present at that time I knew that life as I knew it could not and would not continue. At first i thought I might be fating myself, but the physics of my existance could not be denied. Seven years earlier an astonishing heavenly body had become caught in my orbit....and it was burning out fast. If things did not change the destruction would be....to much to manage.

And so began the planning that put me and her on the path we are on now. A path that would preserve us, but seperate us by light years. All the while I did hope my math was wrong. Perhaps it wasnt me that was causing the damage, perhaps there were other factors I had not considered. Yet, the equation ended the same way...everytime. In addition, she would not break gravity on her own. She had based her existance around certain things. I had to create a new orbit. I owed her at least that much.

All of this was factored in. How to redirect and support her. How to contain my own distructive flares. How to reposition myself in the universe so that I had purpose, so that my nature could be put to use and honed. When I finally but the plan together I considered sharing the details, but thought better of it. Only a fool would tell her what I intended. It would only be understood after the fact.

So I followed through, step by step. Pulling myself away was far more painful that I could have possibly imagined. I hadn't considered how much of me would be torn away with her. The fact that I had to keep silent to my suffering made the ordeal maddening. I did not deserve to complain. This is neccessary. Naturally she resisted, again I was the bad guy. Yet, I have always been the bad guy and I had learned to endure my mistakes, certainly I could endure my efforts to restore order. When the seperation was complete and we were far enough apart for gravity to have no effect....I was a shell. What was once a rageing fusion core was now icey and devoid.

As I survyed myself I observed her from a distance. Using every bit of technology I had I watched and noted every detail. Comparing it to my calculations I gained the satisfaction of being validated. She was returning to her former state. Her light increased, her soul unwound, her spirit slowly began to dance around her in the same patterns of light that attracted me to her. Though she still protested, she was also regaining her....free of the oppression of me.

I, on the other hand, was a cosmic mess of mixed signals and titanic collapses. I could not sastain life, my natural resources were exhausted...in part due to my efforts to free her. The terraforming continues to this day.

Yesterday, I recieved a signal from her. Something that I had hoped to one day here. Free of my orbit she had found herself. It seems that it would take a few more years of this seperation before she could near as she once was. Such being the case....she did not plan on returning, nor did she expect me to wait. She liked her new orbit...she thanked me for it.

It was a bitter moment of triumph. I had done the impossible. I had repaired the damage of an accidental war. Looking over the bare landscape of my world.....I could now focus on my second impossible task.

Barriers have been put in place to prevent future orbits. Missiles will be used if required. All communication channels are open, but there is a warning; This world is toxic and in the process of evolution. Though it is a great place to perform research, it is no place to call home....not yet.