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There is no debate
The stars aligned. Garang had studied the signs and he had no doubt.
But, he knew that his prediction would be questioned; debated, as if there were a choice, in the great hall, the hall of Knowledge.
He looked up at the glittering spangle and wished for something different, but the time was upon the walkers; it was his duty to report what he’d seen.
“The rock of ages is on its way, my lords. We are on its path, we’ll take a direct hit.”
He surveyed the skepticism in the room, the men were old, their futures short and they didn’t take kindly to the idea that their time might, yet, be shorter.
Garang sat in his pew with his hands folded in his lap, his demeanor calm. He noted the consternation in the mens’ eyes; he marveled at their supercilious attitude. He wondered what it would take - what made a man think he could outwit nature.
Mysticism, magic and unfortuitous calamity aside, he wished he could unsee the portent. But, he’d checked and re-checked. The planet was on a collision course and only Zetoc, the mighty God, could provide soft respite in the face of verity.
Verify! Truth.
Time spun on its axis in slow motion while the men fought to decide on the facts.
Light years away, another planet witnessed a spectacular explosion in space. Neon colors intermingled, illuminating the galaxy
There was little debate on the significance; the birth of life.