“Keep looking, you’ll see it any second now. There!”
I see a point of light flare briefly, and settle into the form of a new star in the area of sky I know to be the Orion nebula. I am aware, however, it is more sinister than that.
“So, what did they do to deserve the birth of a new star in the immediate neighbourhood of their home planet?” I ask my companion, as he gazes lovingly at the site of the catastrophic impact of gas and dust that wiped out an entire species of only-recently space-capable aliens.
He smiles, just a little. It’s barely noticeable, but I can see the mirth, or perhaps something else, tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Defy.” he says, quietly, almost to himself. “They believed in an all-knowing, benevolent god, and steadfastly refused to submit to the rule of the Enlightened.”
Enlightened. That’s what we call ourselves. Enlightened to the point where we ca