The Alchemy of The Aurora Chateau Deo Belle Etoile (2 ratings) by Stephen W. Cote
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Journal Entry #1
Lady Candida
Our journey to the mythical world Argo, snugly nestled in a small pool of
stars between Canis Major and The Southern Cross, has proved itself a daunting
task. The Golden Sunset, one of your many exquisite vessels commissioned to
this voyage, forged ahead through perils no other person has dreamt to exist,
and brought me intact to Argo. There is still no explanation as to why Argo
remained out of our technological reach until this expedition.
I am pleased to inform you that your gift of the android, Argentice, has had
a measurable degree of import to our mission. Please extend my warm regard and
appreciation to the Behemoth Corporation for their special attention paid to
Argentice's design and programming. I have never seen this artifice's equal.
Miss Candida, after all of your thoughtfulness and dedication to this
mission, it is with sincere regret that neither the Argonauts nor I are able to
divulge the exact coordinates of Argo, or the location of its principal
civilization. To recount, our objectives were to discover if Argo was indeed
the world of paradise we have sought. Had this mission been one of conquest or
plunder, Argo would have fed our lusts with a plentiful bounty. However, we
have found riches and fantastic wonders that a mere conveyance of words and
images could not describe. Telling you of our inability to provide the location
of paradise is rightfully unjust in the face of your generous funding toward
this mission. It is understandably worse to patronize you with further
descriptions of this wonderland, but it is necessary to build credibility.
There is a special alchemy to Argo's inhabitants that makes paradise
possible. Not simply the archaic discovery of a means to change a common metal
into gold, but a special something they have integrated into their lives that
allows the transmutation of the ordinary into the extraordinary. I have come to
believe that it is the dream of all men and women, organic and machine, to rise
beyond the limitations of mind, body and spirit. Properly placed faith in one's
own abilities and achievements makes this transmutation possible. But it must
happen on such a level that all may experience it, for a single outside
disbelief will plague the integrity of their faith.
I send to you an account of our discovery, which I believe best describes
the elements of Argo, and the events that lead the Argonauts to withhold the
location from the rest of our civilization.
An Account of The Arrival
The Golden Sunset materialized in orbit around Argo leaving a splendid icy,
blue vapor trail from its twin astro-turbine motors. Its hull was glassy,
jet-black and held an observer's eyes from the triple-pyramid shaped nose, down
over sweeping lines to a tapered aft. According to Argentice's projections,
their path through the star cluster had been recorded down to the meter.
Finding their way back through the maze of black holes and No-space barriers
wouldn't be a concern.
General Manuel deFol sounded the general alarm and summoned his first
officers to the bridge. He looked at the main computer screen. "Open a
ship-wide channel. First officers' brief on the bridge." When the computer
obliged and made the announcement, he turned to the helm. "Steer us beyond the
second moon," he told his navigator.
The first officers filed onto the bridge and stood in ranks.
deFol remained silent until the narrow black shadow of Argentice was cast
over the deck just beyond the hatch. Though the robot remained just out of
view, it was far enough away for deFol while speaking to his staff.
"As most of you know, we are within an hour of Argo. Since the moment this
mission began, especially once we discovered the location of Argo, we have been
surrounded by inconsistencies and abnormalities that remain outside of logical
explanation. In short, we have little more than topographical charts,
atmosphere readings, vegetation and life form projections." deFol stopped at a
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