He Liked Life and Viewed It With Reverent Wonder
The number 72. All of the structures he was building around the globe were planned around it. Each marked a point of impact. Linked together they gave the magnetic pole of the planet and the location of a ship. He was trying to get a message home. Like a ship banned from making port, appearing always in a fog. He was trying to contact someone out there. And trying to stay alive long enough to be rescued, long enough to save a lot of souls at least. He knew the planet had a purpose, carried a torch that needed to be handed off. He liked life and viewed it with reverent wonder. The fact that he knew a lot of the secrets of what he revered was irrelevant to him. He saw beauty in the scheme. And with all his knowledge, he could not get home without the people of earth with him. No one person knew all there was to know about the ship. Like the space shuttle with all its intricate systems. It took a society to put it together or take it apart. It took mankind. Oh, he knew a lot of things, but he was stranded on a desecrated planet, an island in space.
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