The gentle glow of the Tilthe subsided, Ilumis removed his hands from its surface. “We have arrived at another interlude, are there any questions?” The young woman near the front of the seating rows again spoke up.
“Shek and this ... ‘Zhang’ person ... knew each other?” Director Ilumis smiled.
“Yes, in fact, at one time they were great friends.” The students gasped in collaboration.
“But how can that be?” one seating towards the back shouted.
“There is no mention of him in Shek’s archival file!” protested another.
“Do you now see?” questioned Ilumis, “the extent to which vaunted history has been rewritten? Zhang himself was indirectly responsible for the Aura treatments we use today to further our naturally brief life spans. Yet he was written out of history because his relationship to the ‘great Shek’ was inconvenient.” Ilumis watched with great joy the faces of the students. They were beginning to ask questions, they were beginning to wonder. “The more we accept what we are told”, Ilumis proclaimed, “The less we are able to verify it. This is a fundamental flaw of how this Centre operates. We tell the public history, and explain to them its importance without ever letting them decide for themselves. We possess this fantastic ability to experience history first hand, but only a select few are ever able to utilize it. Veea?”
“Yes, Director Ilumis?”
“Shift viewpoint to Zhang as he arrives on the Pfhor vessel and resume the session.”
“One moment please."
