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REVELATIONS
Jean had decided. He would let the world of giants run to ruin. Nothing more could be done. Only wait for this wonderful event that was promised. One more time, and a job to be done, and the time has come ...
He decided to gather the craftsmen necessary for the realization of the machine.
This machine must have looked like a kind of transmitter. He was convinced that because of her, he could enter into communication with the One who knows ...
The transmitter would act as a sort of lock between his world and that of the One who knows. Nevertheless, Jean was not sure of the result. He had never had the means to verify, mathematically, all the data of the problem. Just trust the guide's instructions ...
He knew that the realization of the transmitter should be done as soon as possible. The war, which opposes the two camps, deafened and spread like wildfire.
All who had become his friends, contributed to the realization of the machine. All were busy fervently, receiving only part of the elements to achieve. In addition, Jean spoke of future events, leaving them hope that they still had a few weeks before them to complete the task in time ...
The inevitable happened ! The leader of one of the two peoples had decided on the war. He had no way out. The diplomatic palaver had failed. The world of giants had only a few hours to live, even days and weeks ... Everything was in the hands of the one who knows ...
Jean still had hope. The hope that this useless war could be avoided, if its transmitter started to work, and if it managed to reach the one who knows. Illusory? The event was inevitable, inscribed in the tablets of the story of the One who knows. Jean could not change anything ... Yet he did not lose hope. To this inevitable war, would follow a rebirth. The end of the world had not arrived yet. It was necessary that the little rest of the giants be able to produce the marvelous event announced for ages.
Some civilizations, missing from the world of giants, had given indications of future events. These events had already occurred in the past, and seemed to be repeated at regular intervals. Some men from those remote times understood the need to leave a trace of their knowledge. Time had done its work. No one, or almost no one paid attention to these ravings from a remote past. The giants had the perfect knowledge of the things of nature. They were the masters of the natural forces. John was going to show them that their truth could only be another chimera. The day of this demonstration would not delay any more ...
While the craftsmen were busy more and more, Jean had built a wall that was to protect them from all aggression. The noise of the war was raging. The macabre fumes went up to the home of the one who knows. Deserts were born where formerly multicolored plants flourished. A world of darkness, a world of silence interspersed with the lamentations of a people with haggard eyes. Beings in great distress. Beings, the day before so strong and self-contained, and that terrible day were nothing. Nothing but an empty, almost soulless shell, wandering over the gray of a charred world. The battle was like a flash in the sky. The two chiefs had decided this way. Result of the races? No winner. Only a multitude of losers: the peoples of the world, as usual ...
This war was to be the last. The chiefs were committed to it.
Everyone believed that he would win and that he would impose his philosophy on the entire surface of the globe. The giants were greedy for power and for that they did not hesitate to use all the means that science had put at their disposal. The fate of the peoples was foreign to them. Only power deserved their attention. They swept everything under their boots. They were sure of the final victory. They were sure the OTOLS would help them. They were assured of God's chance support. How ironic ... Both sides, invoking the same deities, had the assurance that their gods were at their side. These gods had played the fate of dice giants. Two prints ... Same number. Draw ! The people did not care anymore ... Survive. That was their goal now ...
As war raged across the globe, no one was there to understand what was happening in the deep sky. All the satellites were turned towards the earth, and were at the service of the war. John remembered that before the declaration of hostilities, some astronomers had detected a strange phenomenon. They had been silenced. Nobody had to know what was going on in space. The observation of this wandering star that would infiltrate their solar system should not be known to the public ...
Somehow the war had not touched a part of the globe. Jean and his family had been miraculously spared. They had been able to put an end to the making of the machine. They were ready to receive the message of those from above. Whoever knows is going to talk ...
In the sky of the giants, covered by a soot, both black and red, a new star appeared and increased in size each passing day. Jean had arranged the antennas of the transmitter towards the star. He began to emit the data ... The grayish ball that roamed the space was still far removed from the world of giants. It would take a few hours, a few days for the message to reach its destination. The world of giants still had a moment of respite before him ...
The slags of the war evaporated somewhat from the sky. Survivors of the Holocaust could bring their complaints to heaven. Some could see the new star taking position. It increased their anxiety. They had not been prepared for that ...
A new god, a new devil, they did not know what to think. Old beliefs were resurfacing. This apparition was to be the sign of a new power, a new god to venerate, the god of rebirth. A terrible god who had fed on their suffering.
The star grew bigger and bigger. He took the place of the sun and the moon. Imposing and terrible. Wonderful and sad omen ...
John's machine was scratching his message:
"SCKRALL TELL EY, JUBY TELL EY ... SCKRALL TELL EY, JUBY TELL EY ..."
The days passed ... The rest of the peoples were confronted with the radiation of the ballistic missiles that had crushed them. Others were disemboweled and had not performed their duties.
The refuge of Jean and his family was good. They were prisoners of the place, but unharmed. They had to wait for time to work in their favor. Waiting for the radiation fire to go out ... The weather, they had more than enough, when nothing remains to be done but to wait ... Inexorably, the machine emitted its laconic message to the unknown ... The hope ...
The answer did not succeed. The hope ... Jean began to doubt what he had undertaken. Hope ... The world of the giants had gone out. Hope ... They were the only survivors of horror. The only ones! The only ones! Hope ...
This hope he had given them, Jean no longer felt. He was exhausted. He gave them so much. Nobody knew what to say to him or what to do. He had been the catalyst for a whole group, and his guide was not enough for him to regain morale. To wait again ... Him, impatient of nature. The star that was still growing, threatening the world ... Wait, always wait ...
Every day that passed, he would inquire whether the answer had been given. Nothing ! Radio silence of strangers ... The days turned into weeks ... The years passed too. The star stabilized in the sky ...
The group had the idea that those from above had their reasons for not responding to the message. Jean had taken this advice. They were all trying to cheer themselves up. Bear up. Survival of an education. The giants would not succumb to adversity. They were a remnant of these peoples. They were this rest, and the memory. The memory could not be erased ...