The gentle glow of the Tilthe subsided, Ilumis removed his hands from it’s surface. “Are any of you beginning to understand the repercussions of the events you are witnessing?” the director asked. He slowly scanned the faces of the students along the perimeter of the room. All looked perplexed, not yet fully grasping what it was they were seeing. “Excuse me, sir ...” Ilumis scanned the students to identify the one who had spoken up. He looked at her, one of the students near the front of the seating rows. “Yes, young lady?” “Well sir”, the woman began, “I’m not sure any of us understand what’s going on here. This man, Zhang, how is he related to the Polaris event?” With an obvious look of joy, the Director walked closer to where the woman was sitting. “My dear, the ways of history are like a many-threaded tapestry. Without any single thread, the work is incomplete. There are three major threads of this piece. Perhaps now would be the time to examine the second. As Kahn Zhang and Sister were on Septima 2, so too was another who would come to heavily influence the events taking shape there. His given name was George Nohe, but history remembers him by another name: Shek” The students were all shocked to hear this name. A name they had in long lectures by professors been taught to revere as one of the great ancestors. “I see by your collective expression,” said Ilumis, “that you know his name. Let me tell you now, that the knowledge of events surrounding Polaris has been modified, by the powers that be. It was in a search for more information on Shek that we began to learn of these events.” The students sat in silence as the Director again called the Archivist. “Veea?” “Yes, Director Ilumis?”, the familiar female voice replied. “Continue the event, shift to Shek’s viewpoint, and set back to shortly after the arrival on Septima 2.” “One moment please ...”
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