The third planet has a species that lacks understanding,
In all contacts the species from many places all called their world dirt, mud, earth, They had no idea how large it was, or the globe shape. Most thought flat and small, and the sun was even smaller and went around the flat mud once a day.
Few could even pose a question, greet a stranger, and either ran away or fell on the ground and lifted their hind quarters in submission.
We met two types who did not run, and one was sure we were their creator, had made mud, and them from mud, they fell on the ground and lifted their hindquarters. The second had stories about visitors from the stars, that there were other worlds, and these invited us to their village for a feast.
In their stories visitors from the stars had taught people useful things, and songs and dances that continued. They wished to welcome us for a feast and dance, where costumed dancers acted out what had been seen long before. Thousands of years due the type of contact clothing, the helmets of Articus, and in a chant long continued, We could pick out the Articus words, Sith Cretus was here, good people.
The data banks show a Sith Cretus who explored this region 3,000 years ago. In his log he states he made contact, and helped develop the main food crop. The dancers danced with ears of maize, much larger than the photos in the log. Selecting the best for seed, what Sith taught, had continued and worked.
The lab tests showed a potential of the one species divirging, modified the DNA, and produced four types from the one. To keep them from cross pollinating, they were labled the North Maize, and East, West, and South. Each would grow best in one type of year, Climate change from year to year would be evened out by favoring one type and keeping an even over all food supply. We planted the four gardens and danced at each, the cold year, the hot and dry year, the wet year, and the windy year.
They watched us, then joined in the dance, till each seed type was known to all. For a preliterate species, with no connection between our languages, they were fast learners and good hosts.
To them we were spirits from another place, that came with knowledge.
Only the Dogan asked where we were from. We pointed out the stars in the sky, which they called the Five Sisters, Only five could be seen, but we showed them charts, with the two faint stars, and they changed the name to The Seven Sisters.
Only the Dogan asked questions, where are you from, what is your world like, and made us welcome.
Anyone visiting Mud in the future should start with the Dogan people, They knew that stars have worlds, that the sun was a star much larger than their world, which they saw as a ball, spinning once a day as it moved around the sun.
Mud does not have anything for tourists, It will be thousands of times around it's sun befor most even start asking questions.
Until they pass through the Oops! phase, when most die off for the second time due to their own stupidity, just as all developed worlds have, will they be ready for broad contact and trade.
All we could do to aid their development was improving the food supply, so they would reach overpopulation and famine sooner, and passing through the First Oops!, Die off, would come sooner to the second, and then mature as a species. The Third Oops is fatal and final. They may stop at two.
15 Mar 2011, 9:01 pm
