Fiction:The Legacy/Devolved?

The story Devolved?"' is part of the Legacy, and centers on the fate of the Civatrons and the introduction of a new Inter-Universal Empire called the Dacean Ecumene'''. Its one of the many futures that could happen in the time to come for the Sporewikiverse.

=Introduction= ''The Daceans, that is how we are called, we are sophisticated above all mortal empires and powerful almost beyond measure. Our Ecumene spans across Trillions of fertile worlds. We have achieved the greatest heights of technology and physical knowledge, at least just after the Destructors, whom only seek to destroy and unmake Universes. This a story about a Dacean.''

''My Story, the story of a foolish Dacean, was joined one fateful cycle by the remnants of a glorious race self-proclaimed Thorbil, whom we and the rest of beings in this doomed Universe call Civatrons. The era on which my people put in motion the circumstances that triggered the destruction of the known Universe.''

So this be this tale told, so be the telling truth.

=Story=

Civa•Civa Prime to Structure K-0001
The villagers were assembling at the town's shrine, they lighted some torches with their characteristic psionic energy, and placed them over the roads that composed the Civatron town. The houses were filled with desperate families trying to get their belongings out. As looked my time clock, Kroacas was translating the last of my instructions to some fisher/hunters that woke up early in the morning to get some food. Their response to the call was the same as the rest, the hunters forgot about food, and ran to their homes.

A few kilometers away, back in crater inside a mountain, my carrier was waiting for me, yet I knew that, just as the transport, that we were short in the already programmed evacuation of all living beings in this Universe.

The Civatron I knew as Kroacas walked across the plaza where the shrine lied, and urged the chieftain to fasten their extraction, he understood me well. The Black skinned husky Civatron reunited with me after a few minutes. "They swear they are doing as fast as they can" he told me, in which I shared his dismay, we had been waiting for two relative hours, and the chieftain and those with influence weren't fully cooperating with me, they hated my kind after all, which I totally expected since I decided to help the Civatron race.

The Civatrons were long ago part of a powerful empire called the Krassio Host. From what I knew at that time, they were a powerful race that stood valiantly against the enemies of all, the Destructors, and prevailed, though with the help of their allies too. My people never suffered as greatly as the Krassio Host did against the Destructors, our Ecumene spans through 3 different Universes, from which two we fully control, and the other is being colonized. Yes, my people is powerful, everlasting.

The Krassio Host practiced for eons meditation rituals and entered a spiritual phase in which they progressed to enter a dimensional pocket Universe called Iluvii. We Daceans developed for millennia the ascension through digital mass. The Iluvii's basic components started disrupting more and more my people's digital link, which endangered our entire sophisticated system. The Ecumene entered at war with the Host, one of the largest wars we ever had. The Krassio members were eventually defeated, and they were exiled into their homeworld, removed from their whole technology, forced to start over again. Though this conflict never reached Universal levels, I for one, just as many others of my kin, got stunned by the Civatron's bravery in the battlefield.

I for years protected the Civatrons, gave them guidance, hinted them technological bursts, but my capacities were useless, they never wanted a Dacean to tell them what to do, that was the Civatron way, reservation, before their great defeat, they were already isolated quite much to the Universe, only coming out when the Destructors came once again. Silent Guardians. Protectors. Bastion of Freedom.

Kroacas finally signaled me that the whole preparations were now finished, and so the chief joined me, with a rude expression, and indicated me that I led them to my vessel. I sighted, as the looks of a four hundred people were set on me, waiting for my moves. I started floating over the crowd, they looked at me with no slight difference, they had seen this before, from myself.

My body started to move, floating ahead of the villagers, they following. The Civatrons were walking slowly, as infants started to wave at the houses they will never see again, for me those tears were useless, because those rudimentary tents and cabanas were easily made, but that was my point of view, I was way too intelligent for them now, It breaks my soul, oh yes, I still have a soul, to know that I won't probably ever see this race grow into what they were pains me. I regret fighting them.

After a approximately and hour, we stood before the carrier, where my comrades were waiting for me, the Civatrons were highly cooperative with us, as my brethren cited protocol and indicated them where to place their belongings, most of them were friends sharing the same passion towards the psionic beings. Kroacas catch up with me as I was entering the ship. Kroacas was the only Civatron that talked to me openly, he had dreams of visiting the stars and wished with meeting other species besides Dacean and Civatrons. He was born to be an explorer, like me.

"Do you think that I'll be able to see? All those worlds you talked about?" he asked, the same question he kept asking in the whole trip.

"I think you might see worlds that I haven't seen yet" I always replied.

"But you'll be there right?" he suddenly said, I felt my heart racing.

"Yeah..." I said, on which Kroacas faithfully held, he lied down in the floor, and had a long breath, he prepared to sleep, something I hadn't practiced in a long time.

"As long as I'm with Irea, then it will be fine, I'll probably wouldn't understand those new things I will see." said, and he went asleep. His common sense never ceased to amaze me, he was unique, his presence always warmed the mood, and it was to be respected, it had to be, I mean, how could someone defeat that presence of his.

I relaxed, the villagers were aboard, and the carrier was taking off. The ship's thrusters initiated, and the engines were pulling Vacuum Energy through digital neutrons, the ship arose in a matter of minutes above the planet's atmosphere, and it was joined by many more of carriers that were picking up villagers all across the globe, they weren't too many, after all, the Civatrons were reduced into a pre-industrial race, a Tier 7 civilization, their population was not even a million.

I moved towards the exit door, leaving the Civatrons to some of my comrades, I walked towards some corridors, until I finally arrived at the observation deck, protected by highly powered force shields, I could see the entire fleet of Carriers, which measured each 4 kilometers approximately, starting to jump into the subspace vortexes. In the deck there was only one of my area colleagues, a female, just as me, Araga.

"So, you finally show you face" said Araga ironically. She was a Dacean, but unlike me, she was ascended into a digital state where she could only operate through a nanosuit. The Dacean population was divided by the ascended and those who, obviously, weren't.

"The Civatrons were not fully cooperative" I answered.

"I fully understand their situation, but I do not understand yours"

"What do you mean?"

"Your determination to get them to safety reached its limit, you moved an entire fleet just to rescue your precious race"

"Those who helped me are the ones that saw the Civatrons in action, I know their capabilities, I know their unusual strength, their alienness to this Universe." I replied, suddenly I realized that I got carried away, Araga emoted complete naivety.

"Yeah... well you'll be pleased to know that the other sister fleets got the Andrudans and Juvans through the Orb, they are now being safely placed in another Universe." she said, changing the subject. But I got even more relaxed to know that the other two brother-races of the Civatrons were safe.

"What about the Destructors?" I asked.

"The Last report tells that they should fully take the Universe in 23 cycles, but they are very interested in knowing the whereabouts of your friends..."

"Should we expect an attack?"

"According to my calculations, they shouldn't even know about this fleet, but their ability to discover things is still a mystery for us." she said, and she moved back towards her panel, "You will be interested too in the bio-scans from the Civatrons you asked for?"

"Yes! Thank you" I replied, and as I looked at the readings, my heart started racing again, my mind quickly took me to Kroacas, as I didn't know if I had to rejoice or worry. Those scans said that our genes were "compatible" both the physical Dacean and the Civatron were almost identical.