The Memory of Earth (Homecoming)
Orson Scott Card
High above the planet concord, the Oversoul watches. Its activity, programmed such a lot of millennia in the past, is to protect the human payment in this planet--to defend this fragile remnant of Earth from all threats. to guard them, so much of all, from themselves.
The Oversoul has performed its task good. there is not any warfare on concord. There are not any guns of mass destruction. there isn't any know-how which could bring about guns of warfare. through keep an eye on of the knowledge banks, and sophisticated interference within the very ideas of the folks, the unreal intelligence has fulfilled its mission.
But now there's a challenge. In orbit, the Oversoul realizes that it has misplaced entry to a couple of its reminiscence banks, and a few of its energy platforms are failing. And on this planet, males are starting to take into consideration energy, wealth, and conquest.
tougher, and the road grew to become an open wound, with blood spouting over the blade, hot loudly. Too overdue to forestall now, too past due. He pressed more durable, more durable. The blade bit deeper. It resisted on the bone, yet Nafai twisted the top away and opened a spot among the vertebrae, and now the blade minimize via simply, and the top got here loose. Nafai’s pants and blouse have been coated with blood, as have been his fingers and face, spattered with it, dripping with it. i've got killed a guy, and this is often his head that I’m.
Reprogrammed, or even even changed with a computer extra subtle, larger in a position to take care of the recent demanding situations evolving one of the human race. the difficulty used to be, there has been just one resource it could possibly belief to provide legitimate suggestion, and that resource used to be to this point away that the Oversoul must move there to get it. as soon as the Oversoul were able to circulate, yet that used to be 40 million years in the past, or even within a stasis box there have been decay. The Oversoul couldn't adopt its quest.
For yourself,” acknowledged Mebbekew, “and for this city.” “And for Father,” stated Nafai. Mebbekew’s eyes widened, just a little, the tiniest bit, yet Nafai knew that he had struck domestic. “Step aside,” stated a quiet yet indignant voice in the back of him. one of many meditators, possibly. A stranger, besides. “Make method for the younger guy of strong prayer.” Mebbekew stepped again into the darkish shadow of the temple’s inside. Nafai moved earlier him and rejoined Issib, who used to be ready within the hall simply past Meb. “Why.
the place the Holy street widened out because it descended into the valley, turning into, now not a street, yet a canyon, with historic stairs carved into the rock, prime at once all the way down to where the place the lake steamed sizzling with a tinge of sulphur. those that worshiped there continually saved that scent approximately them for days. it'd be holy, yet Luet came upon it incredibly disagreeable and not worshiped there herself. She most well-liked where the place the cold and warm waters combined and the private fog arose, the place currents.
idea Nafai. in this very position. On me. the place am. I going? Doesn’t subject. flip off my brain and wander, that’s what i need to do. enable the Oversoul lead me through the hand, the way in which Luet did. It used to be not easy, although, to drain his brain, to maintain himself from spotting each one highway he got here to, continue himself from taking into account the entire humans or retailers he knew of on that highway, and the way they could relate to getting the Index. His brain was once too concerned even now. And why shouldn’t or not it's? he concept. What am I.